No Control

Later that evening after the concert Liam comes by my room with a late dinner. We eat the food in front of the tv while we watch a movie. After we finish eating, I pick up the leftover mess and throw it away before returning back to the couch and sitting beside Liam.
Out of the corner of my eye I see his hand move, I assume he’s going to put it on my thigh and that we won’t make it through the movie. To my surprise however, he takes my hand and entwined his fingers with mine and moves them to lay on his leg. I’m a little blown away by such a simple act. I look up at Liam and he’s watching the movie. Taking my hand just appeared to be a natural move to him. He turns and looks down at me and smiles. I return the sweet smile and lay my head on his shoulder. A second later I feel a gentle kiss on my head and then his head leaning against mine.
We stay like that till the movie is over. Liam lifts his head and whispers in my ear, “Let’s go to bed.”
Instead I grab his arm to pause him. I straddle him remembering our first night together. There’s that adorable grin that I love. He pushes my hair out of my face as he moves in to kiss me. That night it is hours before we leave the couch. We take time to please each other before coming together as one.
As we move to the bedroom afterwards Liam teases me by grading how quiet my screams were. I remind him with a grin that he wasn’t exactly quiet either.

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