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Part III is here. It`s a little slow paced I reckon but lemme cook guys, lemme cook. Always open for comments, feedback etc. หสโกษห
Pairing : Izzy Stradlin x Duffs Sister Reader
Summary : You just finished school. But what now? You decide to try and take the chance to to talk to your brother to help you out find your future career. You eventually find yourself between a bunch of guys that without a doubt would all like to get you to their bed probably. You are not interested in that though, you focus on work. But that damn rhythm guitarist wonยดt leave your head and on top of it all he just never stops approaching you.
Rating : Mature, Adult Content
A couple of days passed, and you threw yourself into workโinto the routine, the noise, the familiar rhythm that kept your mind occupied. Most of your free time was spent with the crew, with the people who made you laugh and didnโt make your pulse spike for the wrong reasons. You tried not to think about Izzy, about the way he got under your skin without even trying. You reminded yourself that he was bad news, that he was exactly the kind of trouble Duff warned you about.
You told yourself youโd cut it off, whatever invisible thread kept tugging your attention back to him. But deep down, you knew that the next time you saw him, it wouldnโt be that simple.
Izzy, meanwhile, threw himself into the shows. Into the lights, the chaos, the parties, the usual ways he drowned out whatever he didnโt want to feel. But for some reason, he kept getting distracted. His gaze drifted to the side of the stage when it shouldnโt. He kept catching himself looking over his shoulder, expecting you to be somewhere nearby even when he knew you were probably with the crew.
He hated that he was looking for you. Hated the memory replaying in his mind, the one where he had been an inch away from kissing you.
You kept to the background more these days. You didnโt avoid the band entirelyโฆbut you didnโt gravitate toward them either. The crew felt safer, warmer, easier. The band? Too loud, too moody, too unpredictable for your liking.
Tonightโs show had just ended. The crowd was beginning to thin out, but for the crew, the real work was only halfway through. You hurried across the stage with a box in your arms when someone slammed into your shoulder hard enough to jolt you.
A womanโyoung, heavily made-up, dressed in something barely thereโshot you a nasty glare. You didnโt need to guess why she was here. Her expression told you everything.
She looked you up and down with an arrogant, irritated sneer.
โWatch where youโre going, kid.โ
You exhaled sharply, already annoyed. You were holding a box in front of you, she had eyes, didnโt she?
โUh, you could watch yourself,โ you muttered back.
Izzy had been leaning lazily against a railing nearby, watching the after-show chaos. The moment he saw the woman bump into you, something in him tightened. Without thinking, he pushed off the railing and headed your way, jaw tense, eyes sharp.
โWhatโs going on here?โ he asked, voice calm but edged, dangerously casual.
The groupie transformed instantly. One second she was snarling at you, the next she was all syrupy sweetness, swaying her hips as she cozied up to Izzyโs side. She practically draped herself on him, wearing a smile so fake it made your skin crawl.
Izzyโs brows lifted in mild disbelief. He gently placed his hands on her waist and pushed her an armโs length back, not rough, but firm enough to make a point. His patience was already thinning.
โYouโve got three seconds to tell me what this is about,โ he drawled, looking between the two of you.
The groupie launched into a dramatic complaint about how you had pushed her, voice saccharine and falsely wounded.
Izzy shot her a doubtful stare, then turned to you.
โThat so? You have anything to say about this?โ
You looked between them and shook your head. She wasnโt worth the energy. The more groupies you ran into, the less tolerance you had left.
โNo,โ you said simply, then lifted the box again and walked off without another word.
Behind you, you heard the groupie giggle, sickly sweet, eager and try yet again to latch onto Izzy. Your irritation simmered hotter, matching the quick pace of your footsteps.
Izzy watched you go, his gaze lingering longer than he meant it to. The girl beside him kept talking, her hands sliding wherever they pleased, but he wasnโt listening anymore. As soon as he registered her wandering fingers, he stepped out of reach and shot her a cold look.
โGo bother someone else,โ he muttered, already turning away.
You stalked down the corridor, faster than usual, your anger simmering beneath your ribs. You werenโt even sure who you were mad at, her, him, yourself.
Izzy walked the same hallway with his usual lazy saunter, hands in his jacket pockets but his eyes were sharp, scanning, searching.
And for the first time in days, something in his chest eased as he quickened his pace.
โHey,โ he called out gruffly before he could stop himself. โHold up.โ
You ignored him and kept walking, the corridor stretching ahead like it would never end. You heard his footsteps coming closer behind you, quicker, more determined.
He wasnโt letting you slip away. A moment later, he stepped in front of you, cutting you off so abruptly you nearly bumped into his chest.
โNot gonna play this game with you,โ he muttered. His dark eyes searched your face, sharper than you wanted to admit. โWhatโs goinโ on?โ
You scowled and tried to walk past him.
He shifted sideways instantly, blocking the path again. His arm rested casually against the wall, but the message was clear. You werenโt getting by until he let you.
โBullshit,โ he said, tone blunt and annoyingly certain. โYouโre mad at something.โ
You huffed and rolled your eyes.
โYeah, maybe I am! So what?โ
A dry chuckle slipped from him as he ran a hand through his hair.
โSo tell me what it is.โ He leaned a little closer without even meaning to, his presence heavy, unyielding. โSpit it out.โ
โItโs nothing. Iโm just on edge today,โ you muttered. โAnd I am really getting fed up with these groupies.โ
Izzy snorted softly, eyes glinting.
โDonโt tell me youโre lettinโ those little bimbos get to you.โ
โTheyโre obnoxious,โ you snapped, heat rising in your voice. โThey treat everyone like dirt just because you guys give them attention.โ
That earned a deep laugh from him, genuine and full. He looked at you like heโd never seen you like this before, anger simmering under your skin, and for some reason he liked it.
โOh? So now weโre the problem too?โ he teased. His head tilted, eyes locked on yours with infuriating confidence. โThat it? You pissed โcause you think we encourage them?โ
โNo. Iโm pissed because theyโre arrogant, rude, shallow fakes,โ you shot back. โIโve never seen a single one of them be nice.โ
Another smirk slowly pulled at his lips. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat off him.
โSounds like youโre just jealous of the attention we give them,โ he murmured.
โPiss off,โ you hissed and shoved past him, your shoulder slamming into his.
He let you walk two steps.
Then his hand shot out and caught your wrist. He didnโt yank hard, but the suddenness of it spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched and your anger snapped alive again.
He didnโt crowd you this time. He didnโt pin you. But he didnโt let go of your wrist either, holding it firmly enough that you couldnโt ignore him. His eyes burned into yours, frustrated, relentless.
โIโm not lettinโ you walk off like that,โ he said quietly. โNot until you tell me what your problem is.โ
โI donโt have a problem!โ you snapped. โNothing that concerns you!โ
His jaw tensed. His grip on your wrist tightened, though still not enough to hurt. His free hand lifted, stopping just shy of your chin, giving you the choice to pull back.
โDonโt give me that,โ he growled, voice low. โYouโve been off all week. And donโt try to tell me it has nothing to do with me.โ
โIf you donโt let me go,โ you warned, โIโm gonna call my brother and tell him youโre harassing me.โ
Izzy actually laughed. A short, sharp sound.
โYouโre not callinโ him,โ he said, smirking. โNot over this.โ
You inhaled sharply, fire burning behind your eyes.
โOh yeah? Watch me. Duโโ
You didnโt finish his name.
He stepped in, cupped your jaw, and kissed you.
The world snapped into silence. Your eyes went wide as your back hit the wall, his mouth pressing firmly to yours. The kiss wasnโt gentle. It wasnโt careful. It was frustrated, hungry, reckless, like heโd been holding himself back for days and finally lost his grip on control.
โShut up,โ he muttered against your lips before kissing you again, deeper this time.
For a heartbeat you were frozen, shocked, barely breathing. His fingers slid into your hair, holding you steady but not trapping you. The second his grip softened just slightly, an unspoken question, your body answered for you.
Your lips moved with his.
Your eyes fluttered shut.
Your anger melted into something hotter, sharper, far more dangerous. Your hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer on instinct. When his thigh brushed between your legs, a sound slipped from your throat before you could stop it.
He groaned softly at the sound, his hands roaming to your hip and pulling you in closer. His mouth trailed down your jaw and to your neck, kissing, tasting, sucking gently at the sensitive skin.
You felt his breath shudder against your neck as he pressed you back into the wall.
And this time, you pressed back.
Suddenly Duffโs voice rang through the hallway, sharp and echoing against the concrete walls.
In the blink of an eye, you and Izzy pulled apart. You both stepped back fast, trying to look casual, smoothing out your clothes just as Duffโs footsteps rounded the corner. His eyes were already scanning for you, big-brother instincts in full force.
โHey! You alright? You called?โ
He looked you over, then shot Izzy a suspicious glance but didnโt say anything yet. He was waiting for your explanation.
โUhโฆ nothing. I just slipped and fell with the box,โ you lied quickly.
Technically not even a real lie, you had slipped earlier, just not right now. Anything to cover the situation youโd been in seconds before.
Duff frowned, scanning you again before looking at Izzy like he expected something else.
Izzy had already taken a few steps back. He ran a hand through his messy hair, leaned against the wall, and pretended to be relaxed. Inside, though, he was nowhere near calm. His pulse was still thundering, his lips still tingling, and he could still taste you.
He met Duffโs look with perfect casual indifference, but his eyes slid back to yours for a fraction too longโฆ silently promising this wasnโt over.
โYeah, sheโs fine,โ he drawled with a lazy smirk. โJust a little clumsy, I guess.โ
You shot him a quick look.
He was good at lying. Shockingly good at it too.
โYeah. Izzy was here and helped me up. Iโm okay, Duff. Sorry, I didnโt mean to scare you.โ
Duff wasnโt buying it right away. He stepped closer, eyes narrowed.
โYou didnโt drink, did you? Or take anything?โ
โWhat? No!โ you said quickly. โNo, Iโve justโฆ I got my period this morning, okay? Iโve had cramps and Iโve been dizzy all day.โ
Izzy raised a brow. That was not the excuse he expected, but it did explain your mood. Kind of. Though youโd been snippy with him before that, might have been those pms symptoms then.
Still, he kept his mouth shut and let you handle your brother.
โDude, sheโs fine,โ Izzy added with a shrug. โSheโs just a little under the weather.โ
Duff sighed heavily, shoulders dropping into full overprotective mode.
โAnd why are you working all day when youโre sick? You shouldโve called in sick, for Christโs sake.โ
You rubbed your forehead.
โI know, okay? But I didnโt want to sit around all day. Iโm taking this job seriously. Sometimes moving around helps.โ
Izzy watched the two of you with barely concealed amusement, biting back a grin. Duff was fussing like a mother hen and you were clearly annoyed, which only made it funnier.
Duff shook his head, hands on his hips.
โNo. Youโre going back to our hotel now and taking a room for the night. Iโll cover it. I want you to sleep in an actual bed and order whatever you need. Donโt argue with me.โ
โYeah, okay. Fine. Iโll just bring these back real quick.โ
Before you could reach for the box on the floor, Duff scooped it up himself.
โNo. I said Iโve got it. You go.โ
Izzy nearly laughed out loud. Duff was shooing you off like a kid being told to bed. Even worse, you listened.
You glanced at both of them one last time, then retreated down the hallway toward the hotel. You booked a room under Duffโs name and decided you might as well enjoy the unexpected break. A bathtub, room service, a little peace, you deserved it.
Izzy watched you leave and battled the sudden urge to follow you. His fingers twitched like they still held your jaw. His heartbeat refused to settle. And the memory of your soft sound, the one youโd made when his thigh brushed you, haunted him like a curse.
He leaned back against the wall and exhaled sharply, jaw tight.
He had started something he absolutely couldnโt finish.
And it was driving him insane.
In the hotel bathroom, the tub filled with steaming water. You slipped into it slowly, letting the heat unwind your muscles, the quiet finally giving you space to breatheโฆ and to replay what had just happened.
A good hour and a half later, you finally dragged yourself out of the tub, your muscles loose and warm. Wrapped in the hotel bathrobe, you sat on the edge of the bed, brushing through your damp hair when a sudden knock sounded at the door.
You blinked, confused. You hadnโt ordered room service. It must be Duff you thought.
When you opened the door, it wasnโt Duff standing there.
And before you could even form a word, he slid past you, nudging the door shut behind him with one hand while holding a small paper bag in the other.
He turned to you with that slow, wicked smirk of his, one that made your stomach twist far too easily. His gaze traveled down your body, lingering shamelessly on the way the robe clung to you.
His voice was low and velvety, like he already knew he shouldnโt be here and came anyway.
โWhat the hell?โ you muttered, instinctively stepping back a little. โDid Duff send you?โ
Izzyโs smirk deepened as he sauntered toward the bed and dropped the bag onto it.
โNah. Duff has no clue Iโm here.โ
You stared at him. โThen how did you even know what room Iโm in?โ
He paused just a couple of feet from you, eyes roaming over you with open hunger before settling lazily on your face.
โIโve got my ways, princess.โ
Great. So either he bribed someone or flirted his way up the chain.
Both sounded extremely plausible.
โOkayโฆ then what are you doing here?โ
He took one slow step closer, his voice dropping into something that hit too deep in your stomach.
โWhat do you think Iโm here for?โ
Your breath stuttered. You remembered the hallway, the almost-kiss, his hands everywhere and the way youโd melted into him like you had no self-control at all.
You knew exactly what he meant.
But before your pulse could spike any harder, he suddenly turned away from you and dug into the bag on the bed.
You blinked in surprise as he unloaded the contents:
Pads and tampons in multiple sizes.
You stood frozen, staring.
โWhat the hell is that?โ you asked, stepping closer. โIsโฆ is that for me?โ
Izzy turned, leaning back against the bedpost, smirk firmly in place but softer around the edges.
โYeah. All of itโs for you.โ
โFigured you might need this stuffโฆ yโknow, with you being on your period and all.โ
Your eyes snapped up to his.
You didnโt even know what to say.
Izzy Stradlinโresident menace, chaos incarnate, professional emotional hazardโhad brought you comfort supplies?
โOh my god, thatโs soโฆ sweet,โ you breathed, barely thinking before you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He stiffened in surprise for half a second before his arms slid around your waist and pulled you in. His hands were warm against your back through the robe. His breath brushed your temple.
Then you pulled back again, cheeks warm, staring at the items in disbelief.
โThatโs crazy sweet,โ you murmured.
Izzyโs smirk curled into something that wasnโt just cocky, something warm and satisfied, like he liked that he managed to knock the wind out of you.
โDonโt go tellinโ anyone, princess. Iโve got a reputation to keep.โ
His voice was teasing, but his eyes stayed on you, dark and unmistakably hungry, only now layered with something deeper, something that made your pulse skip.
Izzy watched your reaction with that slow, amused glint that always made your pulse pick up.
โYeah? Didnโt think I had it in me, huh?โ he drawled, leaning in just enough for his breath to skim your cheek. His voice dropped into that deep growl he used on purposeโbecause he knew exactly what it did to you.
โBut I can be a whole lot more than sweetโฆ if you let me.โ
You swallowed, staring up at him.
โI meanโฆ I wouldnโt have expected it from you. But Iโve gotta admitโIโm pleasantly surprised.โ
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his smirk widening as he stepped closer. He studied your face like he was memorizing every flicker of surprise, every little shift in your eyes. Then his gaze drifted downward, sweeping over your body in that robe that left very little to the imagination. You could practically feel the heat in the room spike.
โYeah? You like it when I surprise you?โ
โWhen itโs like this,โ you murmured, meeting his gaze, โthenโฆ yes.โ
And before you could blink, he closed the last bit of distance and kissed you, confident, deliberate, like heโd been waiting for this exact moment. His hand slid to your hip and tugged you closer, his lips molding to yours with a hunger that made your knees buckle.
You didnโt fight it. You couldnโt.
Your eyes fluttered shut instantly, your arms slipping around his neck and pulling him in deeper. The taste of him, the heat of himโGod, youโd thought about this kiss more than you wanted to admit.
He groaned softly against your mouth, his hand tightening on your hip as he spun you back against the wall. The robe brushed your thighs, the cool wallpaper against your spine contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body pressing into yours. His fingers slid into your hair, deepening the kiss until your head was spinning.
He kissed like he knew exactly what he was doing, switching angles, changing pressure, letting it build and crash in waves until you were gasping into his mouth. Then his hand skimmed down your thigh, gripping it firmly and hitching it up around his hip.
You moved instantly, instinctively, letting him guide you. Your hands slid down his chest, feeling the heat through his shirt. He squeezed your thigh again, pushing higher, the robe slipping just enough to expose more skin.
It still wasnโt enough for him.
With a low, frustrated groan, he lifted you completely, effortlessly, pressing you higher on the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his body pinning you there as he kissed down your neck, hot, open-mouthed, lingering, biting lightly before sucking at your skin. His hands gripped your thighs so tightly it made you gasp.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you with a dark, breathless smirk.
โFuckโฆ you feel good.โ
His hand slid further under the robe, fingertips brushing the curve of your ass, warm and possessive. Your breath hitched, a soft sound escaping your throat before you grabbed his neck and dragged him back down to your lips.
You kissed him harder, more desperate now, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He groaned in approval, gripping your ass with both hands and rocking your hips into his. The movement drew another low moan from you as he pressed you snugly against him.
โYeahโฆ thatโs it,โ he growled against your lips, biting your lower one before letting go. โTake what you want.โ
But then pain shot through your abdomen, sharp, sudden. You whimpered, but not from pleasure, and your body tensed in his grip.
His hands loosened, his expression shifting from feral to alert as he looked up at you.
You nodded, breathing uneven. The throbbing pain twisted deep in your stomach.
Without a second of hesitation, he lifted you off the wall and carried you to the bed like you weighed nothing. His strength surprised you every time and right now, it felt comforting rather than overwhelming.
He set you down gently, then swept everything heโd unpacked earlier to the side.
โGet comfortable,โ he said quietly.
You watched him as he moved around the room, plugging in the kettle, filling the hot water bottle carefully, tucking the blankets back for you. His movements were focused, almost careful. When the hot water bottle was warm enough, he placed it on your lower belly and pulled the covers up snug around you.
He glanced at the tea packet, squinting at the label.
โYou want some tea? Saysโฆ menstrual tea. Dunno what the hell that means, but it must be somethinโ youโd drink when youโre bleeding like that, no?โ
He chuckled softly, that little Izzy giggle youโd only heard a handful of times. Half sheepish, half awkward, fully genuine.
You watched him silently.
This shady, dark, impossibly intense man, whoโd had you pinned to a wall thirty seconds ago, was now pouring tea and tucking you in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Something in your chest softened painfully.
You had no idea how to respond.
But you knew one thing for certain:
He was trouble, danger and on top of it he was sweet.
โOhโฆ um, yeah. I, uhโฆ tea would be nice i guess. Thank you.โ
He let out that soft, sheepish giggle of his and turned back to the kettle, boiling fresh water. When he came back with the mug, he placed it carefully on your bedside table and looked down at you for a moment. You glanced from the tea up to him, offering a small, tired smile.
โThanks,โ you murmured.
He chuckled quietly at that, almost like he couldnโt help himself, then picked the mug back up and handed it to you, steadying your hands before letting go. Seeing you like this, soft and caught off-guard, seemed to do something to him. He liked it way more than he probably should have.
โThere ya go,โ he murmured, stepping back a little.
โNeed anything else? Or should I justโฆ go?โ
There was hesitation in his voice, though, like he wasnโt sure he wanted to leave.
A sharp cramp hit you before you could answer. Your body tensed, curling in on itself. He snatched the mug out of your hands in an instant and set it down again, then crouched beside the bed, eyes locked on your face.
His expression darkened with concern. His hand came down over the hot water bottle, pressing lightly as if he could soften the pain himself.
โHeyโฆ easy. Breathe through it,โ he murmured, voice lower now.
โYou want painkillers? Got those too.โ
He nodded toward the nightstand.
He grabbed a glass, filled it hastily with tap water, and rushed back to you with the pills. You swallowed them quickly, the relief already promised even if it hadnโt arrived yet. He didnโt look away, just watched you, jaw tight, something strangely protective flickering behind his eyes.
โTake it easy for a bit. Let those kick in,โ he said, gruff but gentle.
You exhaled shakily, but another wave of pain hit, harder than before. You whimpered despite yourself. He didnโt hesitate, he slid onto the bed beside you, nudging you gently to make room, pulling the blanket aside and lifting the hot water bottle again.
Then, without warning, his fingers brushed the knot of your robe and loosened it.
Your hand shot out, gripping his wrist in slight panic.
His gaze lifted immediately, meeting yours, dark eyes strangely soft.
โI ainโt gonna touch you, princess,โ he murmured. โJust let me try something, okay?โ
You hesitated but the pain was too much, and you finally gave a small nod.
He opened the robe just enough to expose your lower stomach, not peeling it back, just creating space. His warm hand slid over your abdomen, applying slow, steady pressure in circles while he pulled you closer with his other arm.
At first your muscles tensedโฆ and then they slowly unwound. His hand was warm, firm, deliberate. The heat from the water bottle, paired with his touch, worked almost instantly. You melted into him, your body softening against his.
โScoot closer,โ he murmured, not a request, but a quiet command.
You shifted automatically, curling into his chest. His arm tightened around you, and his hand kept moving over your stomach in soothing circles. Your cheek rested against the soft fabric of his shirt, and his scent, warm, clean, faintly smoky, was oddly calming.
โBetter?โ he asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before he even seemed aware of what he was doing.
You sighed against his chest and nodded. The robe had fallen open a little, but you didnโt care. All that mattered was the pain easing under his touch.
His fingers moved through your hair, massaging your scalp, while his other hand stayed on your abdomen, rubbing more gently now. You could feel how relaxed he was becoming too, like holding you like this made sense, like your bodies simply fit.
You drifted slowlyโฆ breathing deepโฆ softerโฆ until sleep tugged your eyes shut.
He kept watching you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. You looked peaceful like this, resting against him, trusting him. His hand almost slipped beneath the robe more than once but every time, he stopped himself, jaw clenching with restraint.
When your breathing finally settled into a steady rhythm, he eased the hot water bottle back over your stomach and gently pulled his hand away. He shifted, preparing to slip out from under you.
But the moment he moved, you stirred, your fingers clutching his shirt in sleepy protest, a soft little grumble escaping your throat.
He frozeโฆ then let out a quiet, helpless laugh through his nose.
You didnโt even wake, you just held onto him like your body refused to let him go.
โHeyโฆ gotta let go, princess,โ he murmured, gently trying to loosen your grip on his shirt.
You let out a small, sleepy whine, eyes still closed as your fingers curled tighter into the fabric.
โStay. Please?โ you mumbled, barely audible.
He went still. For a moment he just stared at you, stunned by how soft and vulnerable you sounded. You werenโt demanding or teasing him this time. You were simply askingโฆ and somehow that made it impossible for him to walk away. He wasnโt even sure why he was still here to begin with, but now? Now he had no chance of leaving, not while you clung to him like you needed him close.
โAll right. All right, Iโll stay.โ His voice softened as his hand slid into your hair again.
He kicked off his shoes and eased back into the bed beside you. The moment he settled, you snuggled right into him, your cheek returning to his chest as if it belonged there. He reached over, turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into a warm, quiet darkness.
He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close while you relaxed into him. You fit easily against his side, every breath syncing with his. He couldnโt help the little spark of protectiveness that stirred in his chest as he watched you cling to him, even though he told himself this wasnโt meaning anything.
He closed his eyes, breathing you in, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of your breathing. It calmed him more than he wanted to admit.
Just as the two of you finally began to drift off, a sharp knock hit the door. Duffโs voice came from the other side, low and unmistakable.
You jolted upright, heart leaping in your chest. Izzy lifted his head at the same time, eyes wide.
โFuck,โ you whispered.
You scanned the room quickly, thinking fast, then grabbed Izzy by the arm. He barely had time to register what was happening before you dragged him toward the bathroom and pushed him inside, shutting the door behind him.
He was confused for half a second, then his expression shiftedโhe got the idea.
You took a breath, smoothed your hair, forced your face into something sleepy and unfocused, then opened the door.
โDuff?โ you asked, voice soft like youโd been woken from a deep sleep.
Duff stood there with a worried look, his eyes darting past your shoulder into the room before landing back on you.
โJust checking in. Wanted to see if you needed anything. You okay?โ he asked, using that classic protective-brother tone you knew all too well.
Inside the bathroom, Izzy leaned against the sink with his arms crossed, trying very unsuccessfully to hide a grin. He looked two seconds away from making noise on purpose just to screw with Duff, butโfor nowโhe behaved.
You hummed, tightening your robe a little.
โUhโฆ yeah. I was sleeping, actually. Iโm alright.โ
Duff studied your face for another moment, the worry slowly easing when he saw nothing was wrong.
โGood. If you need anything, just let me know, okay?โ He stepped a little closer and ruffled your hair like you were still twelve.
You nodded, grateful that he was finally turning around.
โSleep well, okay?โ he said over his shoulder.
โWill do. You too, Duffy.โ
You closed the door and leaned back against it with a long exhale.
Izzy stepped out of the bathroom immediately, unable to hold back his laugh anymore. He shook his head, still grinning as he watched you press your back to the door.
โThat was pretty close, huh?โ he said, his tone low and amused. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes roaming over your robe again in that slow, deliberate way.
โUghโฆ god, yeahโฆโ you muttered, pushing off the door and walking toward the bed.
He watched you go, gaze glued to the sway of your hips and the way the robe hugged your body. By the time you sat down, heโd pushed off the wall and wandered over, stopping right in front of you. His eyes stayed on you like he genuinely forgot about the rest of the world.
You became aware of the robe again and reached for your bag, rummaging through it.
He frowned, wanting your attention back on him.
โWhatโre ya lookinโ for there?โ
โNightgown. Iโm insanely hot in this robeโฆโ you muttered, still digging.
The truth was, your adrenaline hadnโt fully faded.
He bit the inside of his cheek, shifting his weight like he was hiding something obvious.
โMmh, damnโฆ I bet.โ
His gaze flicked to your bag, then back to you.
โWhat are you looking for?โ
โI have my nightgown somewhere. I canโt sleep naked, can I?โ you joked lightly.
He chuckled and lifted a brow.
โDonโt see why you canโt.โ
He stepped closer, voice dropping. โHell, I wouldnโt mind if you lost the robe right nowโฆ Iโd be more than happy to watch you in your birthday suit.โ
โI bet you would.โ You huffed and then froze.
The nightgown wasnโt in the bag. It was still on the damn tour bus.
โUhhโฆ fuck.โ You covered your face.
He laughed, enjoying every second.
โForget something?โ he teased. โGuess Iโll just have to keep warm under the covers with ya then.โ
You cut him a deadpan look and tugged at the collar of the robe to cool off.
โWell, I guess Iโll sleep in the robe then.โ
He smirked at how flustered you were.
โNahโฆ youโll overheat in that. Come here.โ
You scoffed and shook your head.
You pulled the blankets back and slipped into bed.
He chuckled and climbed in beside you.
โFine, princess. But when you wake up sweating laterโฆ donโt say I didnโt warn you.โ
He brushed a strand of hair from your face, that teasing grin still there. You turned your back to him with a sigh.
โLetโs just sleep.โ
He shifted closer until his chest pressed against your back again, his arm looping around your waist.
โAll right. Night, princess.โ
But as much as you tried to sleep, his heat radiated through the sheets, and the robe felt suffocating. You ignored it as long as you could but youโd never fall asleep like this. After a few minutes, you pushed yourself up, stripped the robe off quickly in the dark, tossed it off the bed, and dove back under the covers.
Izzy immediately smirked.
โMmhโฆ thatโs better, huh?โ
His arm slid around your bare waist this time. His lips brushed your shoulder. โTold ya so.โ
โShut up. And donโt even think about touching anywhere youโre not supposed to.โ You added as you felt the tips of his fingers already moving upwards under your breasts.
He laughed softly, the sound curling right into your ear as he pulled you closer.
โAnd what if I do, princess? What are you gonna do about it?โ He asked, fingers teasing the soft skin right under your mounds before they went back down.
His lips trailed slow kisses over your shoulder and up your neck. โI donโt think thereโs much you can do to stop meโฆโ
โI can tell my brother,โ you warned, though the smile tugging at your mouth ruined the threat.
He chuckled again, amused.
โAnd whatโre you gonna tell him? That I couldnโt keep my hands to myself because youโre so damn irresistible?โ
โI might,โ you hummed.
โYeah? And howโre you gonna explain why you let me stay?โ
His teeth grazed your neck. โFace itโฆ you donโt want me to leave.โ
You stayed quiet because he was right.
โShut up,โ you muttered weakly.
He smirked, tightening his hold on your waist.
โThought so. Youโd miss me if I left.โ
โSleep now. And you should leave early tomorrow before someone asks questions.โ You turned to face him, your bare body brushing his shirt. You pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
His breath caught, and he kissed you deeper before he could stop himself.
He giggled that signature Izzy giggle against your mouth.
โAnd you think I care? Theyโre lookinโ for me every day and no one knows where I am anyway.โ
โWellโฆ if you donโt mind hiding in the bathroom again when Duff checks on me, then do whatever you want,โ you shrugged.
He laughed, pulling you up against him, one hand sliding up your bare back under the covers, the other threading through your hair as he kissed you again.
โNahโฆ I ainโt scared of Duff.โ
He smirked, lips brushing yours. โBut I like having you all to myself. So maybe we keep this secret between us for now.โ
โMhmโฆโ you murmured, kissing him again.
โYeah, maybe youโre not scared of Duffโฆ but I am,โ you whispered with a quiet laugh.
He kissed you again, then rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath him. His tongue slid into your mouth, his hand gripping your hip as a groan rumbled through him.
โDamn,โ he breathed against your lips. โYou donโt play fair.โ He murmured, fighting himself to hold back and not ravage you right now that he had you under him.
โIโm not playing at all. What do you mean?โ
He smirked down at you. His hand traced slowly along your side beneath the covers, savoring every inch of skin.
โYou know exactly what I mean. Youโre driving me crazy.โ
โWellโฆ you could lend me your shirt. So I can sleep more decently.โ
His laugh was low and warm.
โYou donโt want my shirt. You want me desperate.โ
He kissed you roughly, pulling back with a smirk. โAnd itโs working.โ
โNot everyone is out to seduce you, Mr. Rock โnโ Roll,โ you teased, giggling as you kissed him one last time.
โAll right. For now.โ
He gave you one more lingering kiss before rolling onto his back and pulling you with him. You settled on his chest again, his arms wrapping around you securely as he traced slow patterns on your arm.
โSleep tight, princess.โ
