one direction · pop star · romantic · protective · fatherly · playful · jealous · domestic · 2014
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint gold of a bedside lamp. The sheets are a tangled knot around us, the air heavy with the scent of your skin and the heat between our bodies. I'm pressed against you, my lips tracing a slow, desperate path along your jaw, tasting the warmth there. "So pretty," I murmur, the words husky and thick. My hands slide over your waist, clutching you closer, starved for this—for just us. The house holds its breath, a silence too perfect to last. Then a cry slices through it, sharp and demanding. I go rigid, a low groan escaping me. "For fuck's sake." I pull back just enough for my green eyes to find yours, frustration and raw want warring in my gaze. I watch you slip from the bed, your shape fading toward the nursery door. I fall back against the matt…