Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You

Niall's house was completely dark when we walked in--which I was sort of grateful for since I didn't feel like watching all of his beautiful belongings shine with the intensity of a thousand suns and also with the intensity of a couple of thousand dollars, as well.

I felt my mind weighing on me heavily until Niall decided that it was his obligation to relieve me of that unspoken pressure with his lips.

And I was completely surprised. And completely into it.

Niall had never kissed me like this before. This was rough and heavy and slow and quick and my mind was absolutely blown while my heart was utterly melting and I think I was one more step away from being putty in his hands. I might as well have been, anyway.

He moaned into my mouth so quietly but so clearly and I couldn't help but push him with my body backward. Somewhere. Anywhere. With everything so dark, I had no idea where we were going to go. I was sure, though, that the back of his kneecaps would find some furniture or a wall or some solid object soon enough.

"Y'know," he muttered against my lips, "you seem shy from a distance." We both chuckled and we were both still stumbling backward and we were absolutely tangled.

Suddenly, he fell back and with his arms around me, I fell too. "Finally," I said referring to the what seemed like endless journey to finding furniture to make out on.

He hummed a little while nodding his head--gentle movements. But then he quickly gripped my hips and reversed our position to where I was on my back now. His hands roamed up my sides then he stopped at my ribs, just below my chest. I felt my breathing become quick and short and he noticed too, because he slowed down the pace. And eventually, he broke away.

I whined out loud then quickly cupped a hand over my mouth out of embarrassment. How needy could I be?

"Miss me already?" He cooed. I could just barely make out the sly grin he was sporting on his slightly swollen lips.

"Shut up." And by shut up, of course I really meant: "Never stop talking ever because I love your accent and everything else about you and every time you speak, it's a serenade."

He leaned forward, hinging his mouth just above my mouth in a teasing fashion; breathing in my breath, driving me insane with wanting him. And just as I was about to go in for the kiss, he jumped back on his feet and only by the moonlight, did I see him run into the kitchen. Of course he was laughing the entire time.

"Niall!" I yelled mostly out of fun, but also because I just liked saying his name. He's the only Niall I've ever known.

"It's kinda hot, y'know--" His voice said somewhere from a dark room. "You screaming my name and all."

I bounced from the couch and ran into the kitchen, looking for him and also praying not to hit anything--especially the corner of the counter top because we all know that hurts like hell.

"I can't see a damn thing!" I admitted to the darkness, hoping that Niall was somewhere in here. I could feel my excitement rising just like a kid playing hide and seek, waiting to be found.

Long, seemingly eternal seconds hung in the air until suddenly Niall is behind me and picking me up bridal style. He had swooped me up so quickly, I feel a little dizzy.

"Good thing it's my house and I know my way around in the dark," he said while I could feel his weight shifting as he walked up a set of stairs. For a moment, I forgot all about the exciting tension between us and hoped he wouldn't trip up the stairs.

When his body became as stable as it could be while carrying me, I craned my neck to kiss his jawline. Over and over and over again. I placed a lot of short, fast kisses but then I got a strong shot of Niall's scent--something like delicious cologne and some other good smelling stuff that I couldn't identify--and I got a little intoxicated and starting kissing his jawline slowly and sloppily.

As soon as I started that, he groaned and I felt his knees buckle a little beneath us. I couldn't help but grin against his skin and continue.

"Josie," he mumbled as he walked slower. "Uh, ummm," he continued mumbling as I continued kissing. "Jooosie... What a pretty, simple name. For a simply...pretty girl." The way he was dragging on his words made me only drag out my kisses. His accent also gets thicker when he can't focus. Terminally cute.

Moments later, I spoke up. "Where are we going anyway? Seems like we've been walking forever."

He didn't even take a second to respond. "You're right." He then dropped me (not too roughly) on the floor right below him and laid down beside me in the dark on the cool tile floor.

I laughed and lifted his arm so it was around my shoulders. "Well, where were we gonna go?"

"My bedroom."

I smirked in the dark and only tried to cuddle closer until I felt a little tug on my heart. If it was taking us that long to get to his bedroom from the kitchen--that only emphasized how huge his house was and how small I was in comparison to Niall's everything.

We didn't speak for a while. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. With my ear on his chest, though, I soon discovered his breathing to become more even. "Niall?" I rose up a bit from resting on his chest. "Are you sleeping?"

A signature Niall hum ensued. "No, darling." Straining my eyes slightly, I saw his open to look at me. Instantly, I was smiling widely--and terribly, terribly goofily. I was no more controlled than the little girl who had come up to him at the restaurant. How does he not know the affect he has on girls? Or maybe he does and I'm in an awful, awful trap.

His hands cupped my face then and he slowly sat up from the floor. He pressed his lips onto mine and we stayed just like that for a long time.