Temporary home
Chapter 8
Vanessa p.o.v
Louis hand comes to my chin pushing my jaw closed, moments after he softly but eagerly presses his lips to mine and lightly pushes me down until my head is against the plush pillows.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, trailing my fingers upwards before entangling them in his hair. He bites my bottom lip, impatiently waiting for me to open my mouth so he can take this to the next level.
I grin on his mouth and sit up; not breaking the kiss. I crawl into his lap wrapping my arm around his hips, and slowly start grinding on him in circles. His semi-bulge can be felt easily through the thin nightgown required for the patients to wear. A tap on the door makes us jump, I groan and pull away from him to answer whoevers there.
A oriental nurse, in pink scrubs with her dark brown and blonde streaked hair pulled into a voluminous ponytail gives me a large, genuine smile.
“Louis, in around five minutes you need to get your sponge bath.” With that being said she starts leaving.
This is bad. This fairly attractive lady is going to give him a sponge bath, just when Louis was finally in my grasp. I groan louder this time and shut the door. Pushing my hair out of my face, Louis breaks the silence.
"Well that's going to be peachy. Did you not see the size of that ring?"
I let out a relieved laugh and smile even though I don't want to, seeing Louis not having interest in her brings joy to me. I walk back over to his bed grabbing his hand, while he squeezes mine back. Some of his brown hair falls into his blue eyes. I smile softly and push his hair back, only to feel how matted his hair is, and how much he needs that bath. I leave my hand against his cheek as I look back into his eyes.
“I love you,” he mouths.
“I love you, too Louis” I whisper unsure of myself, leaning in, I press my forehead against his.
“I always have, ever since I first saw you and I always will” Louis promises,kissing me on the lips.I pull back, squeezing his hand once more before sliding off the bed and into the chair beside it.
"You need that sponge bath" I state with a laugh.
"Hey!" Louis jokes playfully back, "One wouldn't hurt you either"
Now sticking his tongue out at me, I lean into his open mouth and swirl my tongue around his mouth.
"Have fun with that boner in your sponge bath." I start laughing at him again, as he turns red from the realization.
As much as I don't want to admit it, Louis wasn't the only one affected by me grinding on him, I mean, I could feel him.
A male nurse this time bangs the door, swinging it open with his forceful hands. I'm here to give Lewis his bath"
I laugh until I almost pee myself. This is the man giving Louis a sponge bath. I give him a chaste kiss and sarcastically wish him a good time. The fear in his eyes is evident as he gets wheeled away.
As I am alone in Louis room I imagine running my hands through his hair , the soothing and steady motion of his hand, the first time we got together, and how careful Louis was to keep his motions steady and in rhythm, as is he didn't want to startle me.
After a while I get board laying around Louis room, and without him in it, this isn't a fun and safe place where Louis life was saved. It's a place filled with atmosphere of death and illness.
I couldn't take it anymore and dashed out. I saw the sign reading 'Hospital Food Court' and head in that direction. As I pass a mirror, going from the roof to floor, I see I am wearing the same clothes I have been for the past three days. Reaching into my back pocket I feel my bank card, which is connected to my moms account is still there.
I don't have much of an appetite, but I don't want to sit in the food court without any food, non brushed hair, old clothes, and probably an odor from not showering in almost four days.
I stop at a Tim Hortons a buy a decaff double double, and two chocolate chip muffins in case Louis hasn't been liking the hospital food. I sit at a table near the back on the left side. I absently break off bits of my muffin and nurse my coffee.
It felt as if no time had passed, yet I had finished my muffin and coffee. I didn't feel full, I felt empty, and wondered how Louis was doing. I felt sorrow for making the joke about he should enjoy his bath, because what if it was terrible and Louis blamed me?
Oh no. I didn't notice until now, I was one of those annoying, clingy girlfriends, who always wondered what their boyfriend was doing!
Being in their place, I finally had a bit more sympathy for them.
I get up, throw out my garbage, and walk back to Louis room waiting for him.
Louis hand comes to my chin pushing my jaw closed, moments after he softly but eagerly presses his lips to mine and lightly pushes me down until my head is against the plush pillows.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, trailing my fingers upwards before entangling them in his hair. He bites my bottom lip, impatiently waiting for me to open my mouth so he can take this to the next level.
I grin on his mouth and sit up; not breaking the kiss. I crawl into his lap wrapping my arm around his hips, and slowly start grinding on him in circles. His semi-bulge can be felt easily through the thin nightgown required for the patients to wear. A tap on the door makes us jump, I groan and pull away from him to answer whoevers there.
A oriental nurse, in pink scrubs with her dark brown and blonde streaked hair pulled into a voluminous ponytail gives me a large, genuine smile.
“Louis, in around five minutes you need to get your sponge bath.” With that being said she starts leaving.
This is bad. This fairly attractive lady is going to give him a sponge bath, just when Louis was finally in my grasp. I groan louder this time and shut the door. Pushing my hair out of my face, Louis breaks the silence.
"Well that's going to be peachy. Did you not see the size of that ring?"
I let out a relieved laugh and smile even though I don't want to, seeing Louis not having interest in her brings joy to me. I walk back over to his bed grabbing his hand, while he squeezes mine back. Some of his brown hair falls into his blue eyes. I smile softly and push his hair back, only to feel how matted his hair is, and how much he needs that bath. I leave my hand against his cheek as I look back into his eyes.
“I love you,” he mouths.
“I love you, too Louis” I whisper unsure of myself, leaning in, I press my forehead against his.
“I always have, ever since I first saw you and I always will” Louis promises,kissing me on the lips.I pull back, squeezing his hand once more before sliding off the bed and into the chair beside it.
"You need that sponge bath" I state with a laugh.
"Hey!" Louis jokes playfully back, "One wouldn't hurt you either"
Now sticking his tongue out at me, I lean into his open mouth and swirl my tongue around his mouth.
"Have fun with that boner in your sponge bath." I start laughing at him again, as he turns red from the realization.
As much as I don't want to admit it, Louis wasn't the only one affected by me grinding on him, I mean, I could feel him.
A male nurse this time bangs the door, swinging it open with his forceful hands. I'm here to give Lewis his bath"
I laugh until I almost pee myself. This is the man giving Louis a sponge bath. I give him a chaste kiss and sarcastically wish him a good time. The fear in his eyes is evident as he gets wheeled away.
As I am alone in Louis room I imagine running my hands through his hair , the soothing and steady motion of his hand, the first time we got together, and how careful Louis was to keep his motions steady and in rhythm, as is he didn't want to startle me.
After a while I get board laying around Louis room, and without him in it, this isn't a fun and safe place where Louis life was saved. It's a place filled with atmosphere of death and illness.
I couldn't take it anymore and dashed out. I saw the sign reading 'Hospital Food Court' and head in that direction. As I pass a mirror, going from the roof to floor, I see I am wearing the same clothes I have been for the past three days. Reaching into my back pocket I feel my bank card, which is connected to my moms account is still there.
I don't have much of an appetite, but I don't want to sit in the food court without any food, non brushed hair, old clothes, and probably an odor from not showering in almost four days.
I stop at a Tim Hortons a buy a decaff double double, and two chocolate chip muffins in case Louis hasn't been liking the hospital food. I sit at a table near the back on the left side. I absently break off bits of my muffin and nurse my coffee.
It felt as if no time had passed, yet I had finished my muffin and coffee. I didn't feel full, I felt empty, and wondered how Louis was doing. I felt sorrow for making the joke about he should enjoy his bath, because what if it was terrible and Louis blamed me?
Oh no. I didn't notice until now, I was one of those annoying, clingy girlfriends, who always wondered what their boyfriend was doing!
Being in their place, I finally had a bit more sympathy for them.
I get up, throw out my garbage, and walk back to Louis room waiting for him.
Notes
I have two younger twin sisters who scream ALL THE TIME, which gives me migraines and some days I can't even open my laptop because it's so bright and that kills my head. I finally have been feeling a little better so I whipped this up, I hope there isn't that many mistakes, If it doesn't make sense comment something and I will rewrite the chapter a bit.
Sure just don't take over the whole story because I have an ending planned aha
@lovespell
1/13/16