Ayyyyy, I actually wrote something! Enjoy this James/Rose makeout hotness:
The music fills the room, and James hums along to the lyrics he knows go with this melody. The song is simple, achingly gentle and soft to match the tone of the song, which is about the night he and Rose talked out their fight and agreed to start genuinely dating. The night he suspected he had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, and dared to hope she might love him, too.
He plays through the entire song, sans lyrics, too lost in the music to realize he’d gone beyond proving his point and instead was just boasting now. But Rose doesn’t seem to mind. She watches him, entranced, her eyes darting from his hands to his face.
When the song ends, she carefully leans over the guitar, cradles his cheeks in her hands, and kisses him. He exhales into her mouth, closing his eyes and letting her surround him. He sets his guitar to the side, wanting his arms to be full of her and not the wood of the instrument.
She notices his lap is empty, and takes it upon herself to fill the newly-vacated space. He groans at the heat of her around him. Her hands slip from his cheeks to tangle in his hair, scratching and tugging in the way he loves best. He’s melting, all of the black emotions from earlier having long since bled away to instead create room for this swelling heat building between them.
It’s slow, but so so perfect. Her lips and tongue tease and play with his, pulling shuddering groans from him as sensation sparks through him. Her scent and her taste and her touch, that’s all he’s aware of. The world could be crumbling around them, and he would be none the wiser, nor would he care.
He holds her tightly, digging his fingertips into the soft skin of her back as he aches for more. She obliges, aligning their hips to give him friction as she continues to kiss him more deeply still. His lips are tingling and his body is throbbing with need, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants this to build up forever, for the next second to feel even better than this current second.