It had been going on for hours now, the screaming and fighting. You and Andy had argued before this, but not this much. You had never seen Andy this angry before, over something he hasn’t even told you about yet. He was in a foul mood when he had gotten home from work, probably a run in with Neil (again), but he hadn’t told you what it was about. He had scolded you for even being near him when he was in this mood which you pushed back, making his anger rise more than you have ever seen it rise before.
You were sat on the couch quietly, wiping your silent tears away as you stare at the fireplace, trying to listen to where Andy was in the house. Hoping that you won’t have to speak to him until tomorrow, when his mood might have improved and he has realised that he took his anger out on the wrong person. Heck, if it came to it you would even sleep on the couch or in the spare bedroom if you really had to avoid him and his temper.
It was the first major argument you have had with Andy since you have moved in with him. You didn’t expect that you would have one that would be blown out of proportion just because Andy was in a bad mood from work. You knew that he didn’t mean to take his anger out on you but you were the only one in the house for him to do so. Maybe, this is what happened when he was with Laurie, maybe this is how she felt? But they were a happy family, weren’t they? Until she ruined everything after Jacob’s trial, killing him because she didn’t believe that he was truly innocent, making Andy leave her and in turn fall in love with you.
He went out for a run to “calm down”, hopefully he will be in a bit of a better mood but that hadn’t happened as he slammed the door when he walked in, stalking upstairs to have a shower as you made dinner for you both quietly. That was 20 minutes ago and he is still to appear downstairs.
You sigh a little to yourself, moving off the couch to go and grab a blanket, wanting to alleviate the chill you felt from his mood. Usually Andy always tried to cuddle with you once he was back from a run as a joke, knowing that he was sweaty and needed a shower first. But, for the first time since living together, he didn’t.
You weren’t even sure what was playing on the TV as you were just thinking about the shouting match you both had when he arrived home, you were so inside your own head and thoughts that you didn’t hear Andy walk downstairs slowly to come and find you as it was later than expected and you were usually getting ready for bed by now.
You finally look up at your boyfriend when he sits next to you slowly, his hair still damp from his shower and the most guilty look on his face. His anger seems to have evaporated whilst he was in the shower. You hadn’t been able to stop crying since he left for his run and the look on his face just breaks your heart as he can see the tears in your eyes.
“Oh baby…” He murmurs before cupping your cheeks in his hands to wipe away the tears away with his thumbs slowly “I am so sorry that I made you cry…I am sorry that I shouted at you…I am so sorry…” He whispers as he focuses on your tears.
You close your eyes as he takes gentle care whilst holding your face in his hands. Taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him, you melt into his touch slowly. Your Andy was back and you were eternally grateful as you knew that you would not have been able to not join him in your bed.
“I have never seen you that angry…” You whisper as you look back at Andy and he nods slowly. A frown graces his face as he remembers how he treated you when he arrived home from the worst day at work he has had in a while.
He lets a long breath before nodding slowly, his eyes flicking back to yours and he pulls you into his arms. His embrace was comforting, even though he was the one who made you feel like this. “Neil wants to look at Jacob’s case again, the Rifkin’s still do not believe that Jacob is innocent in Ben’s murder…” He says as he holds you close. You could hear the anger in his voice, his son was dead because his own mother didn’t believe him when he said he was innocent, and now the case was going to be looked at again to put the blame on a dead 14-year-old when he was found not guilty originally.
Andy’s anger earlier was completely justified now you know why he was kicking off. He was going to have to re-live one of the most traumatising parts of his life again, and his son’s death because no-one believed that his son was innocent. Apart from the two of you. When Andy opened up and told you about those traumatic months of his life, you knew that he had fought for his son’s innocence with every fibre of his being, and you believed him when he said that Jacob was innocent. You just knew. You knew that Andy wasn’t lying when he said that Jacob was innocent.
“Oh Andy…” You say and you look at him sadly, stroking his cheek gently as you watch his reaction carefully. He seems to relax a little as you stroke his cheek, like you were his rock, his support system. “I am so sorry that you have to re-live everything that happened to you and Jacob again, to prove his innocence yet again…that isn’t right what they are doing…”
Andy sighs and nods before pressing a light kiss to your head as he holds you closer to him, neither of you knew what to say now. Andy’s life was going back under the microscope when it shouldn’t be.
“Come to bed with me…”
He said it so softly that you wouldn’t have been able to catch the five words out if the TV wasn’t muted and you weren’t cuddled up to him in his lap. A small smile plays on your lips as you realise that he does still want to share a bed with you tonight, even after the argument you had when he arrived home.
You look up at him through your lashes before pressing a kiss to his stubble. “Of course I will…I would go anywhere with you…” You whisper against his skin in a promise that you would not be looking at breaking any time soon, since you were deeply in love with the man that you were sharing this house with.
Andy’s smile is small when he looks down at you, his eyes glistening with tears before he nods and stands up from the couch, holding his hand out for you to take and head up to bed with him.
You look at him before taking his hand, standing up with him and walks up to your bedroom, knowing that the fight wasn’t over, but you were glad the fight wasn’t between you and Andy anymore. It was against the two of you and the rest of the world who want to contest Jacob’s innocence when he is no longer here to fight himself.
Summary: You’ve both been distant and it’s time to end the awkwardness.
Requested: @cave2687: Hi! Can I have a Chris Evans imagine where you two are married but recently both of you have been distant from each other. Like it just happened & both of them are confused on how to fix it so they don’t for a while but then they end up missing each other a lot & fix it. Thanks!!
WC: 3,205
Warnings: talk of making out, reference/allusion to smut [absolutely no description though], talk of “mom and dad” [in terms of dog parenting], pet names [darlin’, babe]
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Your first year of marriage was bliss; everyone had always told you that the first was the hardest, but you and Chris’ slump has hit in the second.
Everything was going great; you’d been together for so long before you’d gotten married, and you’d lived together for quite a while before you’d even gotten engaged. You’d expected things to flow as business as usual, but recently you’ve both been distant. It’s hard to pin down when exactly it began, but over the past few weeks it’s just gotten worse.
“I’ve got Comic Con next week,” Chris announced Friday night at the dinner table.
You’d been buried in your book since he brought his script to the table with him. You didn’t want to push him to interact with you if he didn’t want to, especially if he was worrying about a roll.
“Oh?” you asked, finally looking up at him, “I thought you said you weren’t going to go this year.”
“I changed my mind,” he answered shortly, “might be my last one and all,” he added.
“Oh,” you said with a sad smile, “well, did you want me to come with you?”
“Only if you want, darlin’, I know it’s last minute.”
Usually you were so good at reading him. Tonight, however, you just couldn’t; he seemed so closed off and you didn’t want to press him, but you really needed a straightforward answer. You wanted to go with him, of course, but you didn’t want to be in his way.
“Do you want me there? Honestly. I’ll do whatever you want,” you spoke slowly, trying to keep it light and let him lead the way.
“Well, it’d be easier to leave Dodge here with you, than to try and find a sitter,” he answered casually.
“Okay,” you whispered, turning back to your book.
He knew immediately that he’d hurt you; he didn’t want to keep letting you down and he feels like that’s all he’s been doing recently. He really wants to fix whatever is going on between the two of you, but that would mean figuring out what that was exactly.
“Do you want to come?” he asked lightly, trying to talk his way out of whatever was going on.
“No, it’s fine,” you answered, eyes still on the page, but not moving, “I'll stay here with Dodger.”
“We can make other arrangements if you really want to go,” he tried to coax your feelings out of you, but knew that it would only turn into an argument if he pushed you too far.
“It’s fine, honest, I’ll stay behind,” you whispered, unable to talk any louder even if you wanted to.
Chris sighed, “alright,” he answered, turning back to his script.
You finished dinner in silence, both staring at your pages, but neither of you soaking up any of the words.
You stood from the table, walking over to his end, “finished?” you asked, a hand already on his empty plate.
“Yeah,” he said lightly.
You cleared it away, loading it into the dishwasher and proceeding to clean up the kitchen.
Chris watched you from his place at the table; a month ago he would’ve joined you. That would’ve ended up with the plates abandoned and you sitting on the counter, his arms wrapped around your waist, as you made out. Now, it felt like he didn’t even have the choice to do that.
You wiped down the counter, taking the dirty rag to the laundry room down the hall. You came back quietly, turning off the kitchen light before looking over at him still sitting at the table.
“What?” you asked as gently as you could, knowing he’d been staring at you the whole time.
“Nothing, just thinking,” he answered.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, all good,” he answered, getting up from the table and pushing his chair in, “I’m gonna head upstairs, work a little more on this,” he said, raising his script in the air.
He brushed past you towards the staircase, taking a few steps past your figure before turning around.
You’d hung your head down looking at your feet, you wanted to follow him like the good old days; you wanted to lay between his legs and read his scripts with him, watch him make notes, and then distract him and end up tangled between the sheets.
You heard his footsteps coming back, but didn’t do anything to perk up, thinking he was going to grab a glass of water or something to take with him. Instead, you felt a hand wrap around you from behind and land on your tummy, holding you in place as he placed a feather light kiss in your hair just above your ear.
“Love you,” he whispered, turning around once again, not waiting for an answer.
Your heart grew a little bit at that; things were still off, but at least he wasn’t totally out of your grasp.
You headed to the couch with your book after that, trying to distract yourself from what was going on with you and Chris. You wanted to run upstairs and figure everything out, but you didn’t know where to start.
You settled in, Dodger climbing up at the end, resting his head on your blanket covered feet.
“Hey buddy,” you whispered with a smile, “just you and me next week.”
He seemed to understand you, almost smiling in response. You didn’t want it to be just you and him, but maybe some time apart would do you and Chris some good: give you both a chance to miss each other, and all. Even though you’d been missing him for weeks now.
~~~~~
Chris shuffled in and out of the house, trying not to wake you as he loaded his bags into the car to head to the airport. Usually you’d be up all night the night before he was leaving, soaking up as much time as you could together before responsibilities forced you apart.
You heard him downstairs; you slipped out of bed and threw on a sweatshirt.
“Bye bubba,” he whispered, petting Dodger’s head, “go up and lay with mama, yeah?”
You stopped three stairs from the bottom, watching him, “you weren’t gonna say goodbye?” you asked gently, tears brimming in your eyes, but you tried to force them back.
He breathed deeply, startled at your presence, “sorry, babe, didn’t want to wake you. You seemed exhausted so…” he started, “now that you’re up though,” he added, walking towards you.
You stepped down so you were perched on the last stair, standing just a little bit taller than him.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, tipping his head back to catch your eyes, “bye,” he whispered, placing a small kiss on your jawline.
“Bye,” you whispered back, pulling his face to yours by his chin.
You molded your lips together, the kiss filled with unspoken emotions from the both of you. It only lasted a second, but you felt more connected to him in that second than you had in weeks, passing silent feelings between each other.
~~~~~
The whole time he was gone, you hadn’t really spoken. Usually he would call every night and text as often as he could, but not this time around. You got a text before you would be heading to bed every night, it’d be around dinner time for him then, because of the time difference. They were always simple things like, “thinking of you, goodnight,” or “hope you’re good, talk more when I get home,” and your favorite, “miss you and Dodger, sleep well.”
Of course he was missing Dodger, but was he really missing you? You missed him like crazy and wanted nothing more than to go back to how things were, but everything felt so messed up.
Little did you know, he was thinking the same thing. He really wanted everything normal and spent a lot of time in his hotel room thinking of how to fix things and what to say; he’d even gone as far as to ask Scarlett for help and was definitely going to take some of her advice.
~~~~~
“Chris gets home today,” was the first thought that crossed your mind when you opened your eyes. That of course was replaced by Dodger crawling across the bed and placing a paw on your chest, his way of asking you to go out, to which you rolled over, and took care of.
You put him outside, walking over to start a pot of coffee. You began to make a list in your head of all the things you wanted to get done before Chris got home: change the sheets, clean the bathroom, wash the living room blankets, bake cookies so that it smells nice when he walks in, clean the kitchen, vacuum… the list went on and on.
As soon as you let Dodger back in you set to work taking care of everything. You wanted whatever was going on between the two of you resolved tonight; the idea of being distant was no longer an option in your mind. Things needed to go back to normal.
~~~~~
You were just putting the pillows back on the bed when you heard Dodger run across the house downstairs, barking at the door.
“Hey bubba!” you heard Chris yell, knowing Dodger was attacking him.
You padded down the staircase quietly, fluffing your hair to make sure it still looked nice.
“What smells so good in here?” Chris asked Dodger just as you came into view.
“Baked some cookies today,” you answered gently, finally landing at the bottom of the staircase.
As soon as you saw him, you felt everything wash away. You missed him so much, both before and while he was gone. You weren’t going to let yourself shy away from him, you were determined to let everything out.
He eyed you up and down as you stepped off the last step; god he really missed you. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around and treat you to everything in the world. No more holding back out of fear of pushing you; he needed to be open, tell you what was on his mind, not hold anything back.
“Hi babe -”
“Hey -”
You both started before giggling. First date butterflies swirled in the pits of both of your stomachs.
Chris pulled a bouquet of sunflowers and white daisies out from behind his back, a suggestion from Scarlett, as he stepped closer to you, “hi,” he breathed deeply, “missed you,” he whispered, handing them to you with one arm, the other circling around to settle on your lower back.
You looked up at him with a smile, “missed you too, more than you know.”
“Yeah?” he asked, letting out a heavy breath.
“Yeah,” you answered, smoothing a hand over his chest gently.
You held his gaze for a little while, your eyes flitting across his face, trying to read everything that was running though his mind while he tried to do the same to you.
After a while, Chris broke the silence, “can I kiss you?” he asked gently.
“Of course,” you answered, sliding your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in.
Your kiss was gentle, your tongues dancing against each other for just a few seconds before you both pulled back, resting your foreheads together.
“You said something about cookies?” he asked with a smile.
You giggled at him, “yeah, on the counter.”
He pecked you one more time, turning and heading toward the kitchen, abandoning his bag in the entryway.
Dodger trailed right behind him; you lingered in the entryway for a few seconds before heading to the kitchen after them.
He grabbed the Tupperware of cookies, and two glasses, pouring some milk for the both of you.
You stood looking over the counter at him, as he put the milk back in the fridge.
He glanced up at you, “oh, right,” he said quickly, turning and grabbing a vase from the top cabinet.
He filled it with some water, before placing it in the middle of the island.
“May I?” he asked, one hand on the bouquet, the other handing you your glass.
You smiled at him, handing the flowers over and taking the milk. He put the flowers in the vase, grabbing the cookies and his milk from the counter before heading to the couch.
“Can we talk?” he asked, setting the plate on the coffee table.
“I was going to suggest the same thing,” you giggled, rounding the back of the couch and sitting on the opposite end from him.
You sat sideways on the sofa and pulled your legs up in front of you, grabbing the freshly laundered blanket from the back and throwing it over your lap. He pulled his feet up parallel to yours, snaking his legs beneath the blanket as well, encasing yours on either side as he mirrored your position.
He handed you a cookie before taking one of his own, both of you dunking them into the milk silently. The air stood heavy in the room, both of you knowing the conversation you were about to have, but neither of you knowing where to start.
“Why is it we always have important conversations over cookies and milk?” you asked with a giggle to break the tension.
He chuckled back, “I don’t know,” he shook his head, “seems to work for us though,” he smiled.
“Yeah,” you whispered, pausing for a second, “last time you asked me if I ever wanted to marry you…” you trailed off.
“Yeah…” he smiled, “glad you said yes,” he whispered at the end, his eyes flitting over the ring on your finger.
“You are?” you asked, tone light, but so incredibly happy to hear him say that.
“Of course,” he hurried, eyes darkening with sincerity, “wouldn’t wanna be married to anybody else.”
You blushed, sinking further into the arm of the chair, “me either.”
He smiled back across the couch, “glad to hear that,” he started, “things have been weird…”
“Yeah, I know,” was all you could seem to answer, no matter how much you wanted to say.
“What’s going on?” he asked gently, reaching out for another cookie.
You thought for a second, you had pulled away because you felt like he was pulling away. You didn’t want to push him into anything or ask for anything from him when he had a lot on his plate; you didn’t want to be a bother or a distraction and if he did need some time to focus, you wanted him to have that. Putting all of these feelings into words was a lot harder than you imagined: “You pulled away,” was all you could manage out.
“What?” he whispered. He knew exactly what you meant, but he thought it was the other way around, “you pulled away from me…”
“Yeah, because I thought you wanted some space,” you emphasized but kept your voice quiet, “I don’t wanna force you to do anything or interrupt you when you’re working and I don't know, I just don’t want to be a bother and it felt like that’s what was happening. You weren’t talking as much, and I thought maybe you were stressed and I didn’t want to be in your way.”
“You’re never in my way,” he soothed, taking a moment to think.
There was a beat of silence between the two of you as he tried to read your face.
“I didn’t realize I was being quiet,” he continued, “and I know I’ve been working a lot, but I was excited about this script and ASP has been taking a lot of time, and I know that I’ve been busy but… I don’t want to miss out on anything with you.”
You let out a heavy breath, not knowing what to say in response. Instead you chose to take another cookie.
“I mean, I don’t want to push you away,” he started up again, “I noticed you were being quiet and you’ve never really done that before and I thought maybe you were going through something… usually when that happens you talk to me though, and this time you weren’t and I didn’t want to push you and make it worse. I thought that I did something or said something and I didn’t want to say anything else and make it worse.”
“You didn’t do that,” you said in a small voice, “upset me I mean.”
“Well that’s good to know,” he breathed.
“Did I upset you?” you asked gently.
He paused before answering, now was the time to be open and honest, “it upset me when you weren’t talking as much,” he said as gently as he could.
“I felt the same way,” you whispered, “when you were being quiet, I mean.”
“Let’s not do that anymore then,” he suggested lightly, “if we’ve got something to say, let’s say it. I don’t want to feel like I’m walking on eggshells anymore.”
“You shouldn’t feel like that with me,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, “I’m sorry you felt like that, that’s just awful.”
“‘S okay, babe,” he said lightly, stroking a hand across your shin to try to comfort you a little bit, “I didn’t know what was going on. If I’d have just asked, it would’ve been okay.”
“Me too,” you said, “you’re not the only one to blame. I should’ve asked too.”
“Well, from now on, we just ask, no more bottling it up or shutting down,” he said finally.
“No more eggshells,” you added with a smile.
He chuckled, “no more eggshells.”
You both smiled, going back to your cookies. He brushed his foot against your outer thigh in a comforting way: a way that said “I want to be close to you.”
You smiled gently at your glass, rubbing your feet against each other in his lap.
“Now,” he spoke, grabbing your attention again, “what’re you doing over there?”
“Hmm?” you hummed as an answer, not knowing what he was getting at.
He opened his arms and spread his legs wider; you knew what he meant now. With a smile, you carefully climbed across the couch and settled in between his legs.
As soon as you’d vacated your corner spot, Dodger jumped up and took it. He’d been sitting on the other side of the coffee table, seemingly waiting for mom and dad to make up and cuddle again.
You leaned your back against his chest and he wrapped his arms in front of you, shifting his hips down to lean against the arm a little lower. You shifted your shoulders around, sinking deeper into his touch and he placed a small kiss in the crook of your neck, “love you,” he whispered against your skin.
“Love you too,” you answered back, a wide smile stretching across your face.
You leaned forward suddenly, “where’re you going?” he asked quickly, his hands trying to pull you back into him.
You grabbed the box of cookies, putting it in your lap, “just getting these babe,” you laughed, leaning against him again.
“Oh, that’s okay then, can’t have you leaving me just yet,” he said, kissing your hairline just behind your ear.
Summary: You and Chris take Dodger to the dog park on a cold winter day.
A/N: Eeeeeek this was my first request!!! I was so happy when I got a request I couldn’t even believe it. I hope the anon who requested this likes it, and so does everyone else! Thank you guys for all of the support!
It was cold, like REALLY cold, but both you and Chris couldn’t say no to the cute look on Dodger’s face as he whined and nudged his leash hanging by the door. “Oh, Bubba, really? It’s so cold.” Chris says, squatting down to pet Dodger, who now is trying to jump up and kiss his owner.
“Chris, we gotta take him. He hasn’t been to the dog park in days. He misses his girlfriend.” You say, referring to the little female beagle named Betty he’s always playing with as you bend down to join the lovefest. “You know he’d bring me to see you if the roles were reversed.” You tease. Chris laughs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, fine, but I’m bundling up both of you!”
After dressing in many layers (even Dodger has a little puffy jacket on) and Chris asking you if you have your gloves and hat more times than you can count, the three of you are in the car, headed to the park.
Chris would drive (like always), resting his hand on your thigh (again like always), and Dodger would be in the back seat, looking out of the window excitedly.
When you get there, you both can tell Dodger is about to get the zoomies, and it takes the two of you collectively to get him inside the gated area before letting him loose. Laughing, you watch him bolt around the park in circles, having the time of his life.
Chris grabs your gloved hand in his and gives it a squeeze before leaning over and kissing your cold cheek. Smiling up at him, you could see his cheeks getting all rosey, even from under his beard, even in the freezing cold, under layers upon layers, and wearing his ridiculous Patriots’ beanie; he manages to look as handsome as ever.
You begin walking around the park with him, casually follow Dodger as he plays. Occasionally Dodger will bring you or Chris a ball to throw for him, only to get distracted by playing with the other dogs on the way to go get it.
“Oh, Chris, look!” You say, pointing to a puppy coming through the gates of your favorite breed of dog. Chris smiles, looking between you and the dog. He knows you obviously love Dodger but watching you light up at the sight of the puppy gives him an idea. “What would you think about adopting a puppy?”
Your eyes snap to his so fast, you almost give yourself whiplash. “What about Dodge? You don’t think he’d get too jealous?” You ask him. Chris glances over at Dodger watching him roll around with some sort of labrador mix. Chris chuckles, “I think he’d be a great big brother.” Squealing you throw yourself into his arms hugging him excitedly making him chuckle.
The two of you return to your scroll talking about and making arrangements for the new pup when suddenly something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You look up, Chris following your gaze.
Snow has slowly begun to fall all around you. You gasp happily at the wintery scene around you, it’s beautiful. “It’s snowing!” You say happily before looking back at Chris who is playfully sticking out his tongue trying to catch snowflakes. You giggle at how cute he is before joining in. Chris starts laughing too when the snow starts falling heavier and he notices a collection of snowflakes not only your tongue but your eyelashes and the top of your hat. He leans over and kisses you softly. “Let’s head home yeah?”
Chris calls Dodger over and you help wipe the snow off his coat and the drool off his face while Chris hooks his leash back up. On the ride home, Chris informs Dodger of the news earning ahead confused head tilt from the dog before he curls up and falls asleep.
Once home Chris carries the sleepy hound inside and you follow closely behind. After Chris places Dodger on his bed, you both strip off all of the snow damped clothes and toss them into the laundry room.
“I’m gonna make something warm to drink, you want anything baby?” Chris asks you as you settle under the warm, fluffy blanket on the couch. “Hot chocolate please!” You call back to him in the kitchen.
After bringing the mugs into the living room Chris places them down onto the coffee table and sits down next you. You shuffle closer so you can rest your head on his chest and he can wrap his arm around you. Dodger wakes up only for a minute to hop onto the couch and curl up behind your legs and nuzzle into Chris’s arm.
Chris smiles down at you both as you turn on a movie to watch. “Hey,” He says, making you look up at him. “I love you.” Your heart melts both from finally getting warm, and from his sweet words. “I love you too.” You smile.
From your side Dodger lets out a huff, making you both laugh. “We love you too bubba.”
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Warning: Unprotected sex( no bc or condoms, Plan B), swEARING
Words: 521
Pairing: Cevans x reader
Summary: Chris wants you but you want protection.
A/N:
This is short but there wasn’t as much to the concept as I had thought lol
also don’t know what to title it so oh well
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I rolled over on the bed, my eyes blinking open from my sleep. I fully open them and see the brown-haired beauty, still sound asleep next to me. Smiling, I pick myself up onto my elbows and stare at him. One hand running up and down his hairy chest, gently applying pressure to scratch with my nails. Smoothing my hand out and moving in circles, feeling his soft skin beneath the hair. I feel him stir under my touch, head flipping to face me. Starting to wake up, his eyes crinkle and his hand finds mine on his chest. He smirks when he realizes what’s happening. I feel him drag my hand with his down his body, past the covers, landing on his hard on.
I gasp when my hand lands on it, warm from being pressed against me most of the night.
“Chris.” I whine, looking at him. Eyes still not open, he laughs. “We can’t, you know I still don’t have my birth control.”
“Mmmmm” He groans, angrily. “What’s taking them so long?”
“I told you, they had a mix up at the pharmacy and ordered the wrong thing. They gave me someone’s allergy pills instead.” I said, laying my head down on his chest.
“Baby, you know I’m always horny in the morning.” He’s now the whiner.
“Every morning, every afternoon, every evening, sometimes at 3am.” I say, both of us laughing. He finally opens his eyes, finally letting me see his clear blue iris’.
“I can’t help it that my girl is so sexy.” He says. Grabbing my hips, he pushes me up and over him, so I’m startling him, my heat close to his dick. Immediately feeling a gush of fluid in my center, I try to hold it in.
“I love that you always want me, but you know that I’m not ready for a baby. And I don’t care how much I love you or how long we’ve been together, I’m not fucking you without a condom or birth control.” I smirk. I lean down, lips dipping in close to his ear.
“And I know you love going into me raw.” Whispering into his ear.
I lean back up when I feel his cock grow 3 times in size, his eyes filled with lust. “And you haven’t bought condoms since we started dating, so I guess sex is off the table.” I say sternly.
He whines out again, pouting like a child.
“I need you baby, come on. What about if we get a Plan B afterword?” He says.
I look at him for a minute, considering my options. Sighing dramatically, I lean down, smashing my lips into his. He smiles when he feels the connection. His hand makes its way to my backside, grabbing onto his cock, jerking it a few times with his hand before pushing it into me. Paying more attention to his lips, I moan so loud the whole town may have herd as he bottoms me out in one thrust.
“oh, FUCK CHRIS.”
He laughs before flipping us over, landing on my back.
Summary: Uncle Chris Evans - need I say more? || fluff!
Word Count: 1175
Note: For fictional/writing purposes, I’ve named Chris’ nephews even though I have 0 knowledge of their actual names, so yeah, please keep that in mind!!
A/N: Dedicating this fic to my beloved @retroasgardian because I love her to death. hope you all enjoy this! :)
You had just finished unpacking the last of your grocery bags when your phone began to ring. When you saw who it was, you couldn’t help the small smile forming as you took the call.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, hey! You particularly busy at the moment?”
“Nope, not really. What’s up?” You hopped up onto the kitchen island, putting the phone on speaker while you grabbed a peach.
“I-I need your help - guys, c’mon! Gimme a sec, please.”
“‘Course, Evans.”
“No, no, not you, doll. The kids - I’m babysitting.”
“You’re babysitting? Amazing,” You giggled, envisioning Chris on the other end, rolling his eyes.
“Haha, very funny. Yes, babysitting my nephews. Help me, please?”
“Always. Text me the address and I’ll be there asap.”
“Life saver, I owe you.”
“I know!” He laughed just before you ended the call. You packed a bag of snacks - fruits, cookies, and chips, just in case you needed to woo the kids over. You heard the familiar text notification come in, recognizing it as Chris’ place.
“Goof - always forgetting I practically live at his place.”
It didn’t even take two seconds before Chris was opening his front door, beaming down at you, toothy grin and all. You met his bright gaze, giggling as you saw one of his nephews poking his head out from behind Chris’.
“Didn’t know you gave piggyback rides anymore, Evans! I’m a little jealous.” You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling his chest vibrate as he laughed along with you. You stepped inside, now understanding why he needed you.
His living room was a complete disaster, courtesy of the boys. Toys, Legos, crayons, paper, everywhere. Three more boys pop out from behind the sofa, Nerf guns in hand.
“Y/N, Y/N!! Uncle Chris said you’d be coming by!” You waved at them, smiling as you felt James, one of the youngest boys, wrapping his arms around your leg.
“Hello, boys. Giving Uncle Chris a hard time, are we?” The boys nodded, proving your point by shooting a few foam darts at Evans, who skillfully dodged them before heading into the kitchen. You picked James up, carrying him over to the sofa, where he grabbed a couple stuffed animals, smashing their heads together. You walked back to the kitchen, dropping your bag of snacks on the counter, while Chris handed you a glass of water.
“Now I see what all the fuss is about. Couldn’t handle four boys alone?” You smirked, taking a sip as Chris just tilted his head to the side, scratching his beard.
“You know I could. But they’re tiring me out sooner than anticipated, Y/N. You gotta help me here, doll.”
“Of course I will. How about lunch, and then we settle them down for some movies? Perhaps a blanket fort of sorts?”
“Did I hear something about a fort?!” John, one of the oldest boys, said, poking his head into the kitchen, eyes wide.
“Maybe you did, Johnny! Do me a favor, round up the boys? We’re gonna get lunch, and then we’ll come back to make a fort!”
“YES! C’moooon, guys!” John ran back out to the living room, you and Chris on his heels as you grabbed the boys’ shoes for them.
“You’re paying, right?” You raise an eyebrow in question, doubling over in laughter when Chris rolls his eyes at you.
“Sometimes, I don’t know how you ended up being my best friend, Y/N.”
“Psh, you love me, Evans.”
“True. Okay, men, we good to go?” The boys all nod, huddles up by the door as you stand behind them, Chris leading the way. “Alright, let’s move out!”
After returning from a hectic, but fun, lunch, the boys help you clean up their chaotic mess, while Chris gathers up all his blankets and pillows. Once the furniture has been properly arranged, you have Scott and Matthew help with building the fort, while Chris, James, and John pick out the movies and snacks.
Finally, the movie marathon commences. You’re seated on the sofa, John and Scott on either side of you, popcorn bowls in hand. James, Chris and Matthew are lying down, heads leaning against the sofa, trading bags of candy while engrossed in Finding Dory.
You find yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, John already asleep on your lap, Scott still entertained. You look down, smiling as you see Chris already asleep, James on his chest. Chris’ head is resting against your legs, James tucked in the crook of his neck, both of them peacefully asleep.
You don’t have it in you to disturb them, they’re both so angelic while asleep, but you force yourself to wake John up first, resting his upper body against the cushions of the sofa. Then, you rest your hands gently on James and Chris’ heads, running your fingers through their hair, quietly lulling them out of their slumber. James yawns, gripping Chris’ shirt in his small hands as he snuggles closer into Chris, and you swear your heart is going to burst, but you can’t let them fall asleep on the floor!
You coo, trying to get Chris to finally open his eyes, and he does. His blue eyes meets yours, all sleepy and dazed. His hair is all ruffled, no thanks to you, and you giggle as he sleepily grins, yawning as he slowly starts to sit up, holding on to James.
You lean over, telling Scott you’re gonna take his brother and cousin to bed, and he nods, eyes still glued to the screen, just like Matthew. You gently shake John, telling him there’s a bed calling his name if he can make it up the stairs. You finally get him off the couch, and help Chris get up by taking James in your arms, without any change. Chris wraps an arm around you, helping him stay upright, his sleepiness slowly washing over him again.
“C’mon sleepyhead; there’s a bed calling your name.”
After putting James and John to bed in the guest bedroom, you finally make it to Chris’ bedroom. He throws himself on the bed, sighing contently as he snuggles up into his pillow. You giggle softly, admiring the way he seems just like an oversized puppy. As you turn to leave, you hear an incoherent grumble come from him.
“What was that, Evans?”
“Don’t leave, staaaaay, please.” He reaches out to you, his arm quickly falling onto the bed.
“Evans, you’ve still got two kiddos downstairs.”
“Matt and Scotty are big men, they-they, ahh, they can handle it. C’mooon, Y/N, stay.” He shifts slightly, his sleepy gaze searching your face for an answer, but he gives up. He moves, grabbing your hand, pulling you down onto the bed. You land softly, rolling right into his chest. You giggle, and you catch a smile on Chris’ face just before he closes his eyes. His arm draped over your waist pulls you into him, cuddling you right against his chest. You give him one last glance before letting yourself happily drift off to sleep.
Requested - Anon: Hey! Is it all right to request for Chris Evans where reader comes in after a girls night and just dotes on him and loves on him and its sickeningly fluffy and he’s like what’s gotten into you? and reader breaks down because one of her friends vented that her husband is abusive and neglectful and she sees how important it is to have a good man in her life 🤍
WC: 1,619
Warnings: Pet names [bubba, babe, honey], talk of a bad relationship [neglectful husband - but not about Chris/reader], mention of phone sex [but it doesn’t happen here]
A/N: I’m so so so so sorry this took so long, I’m working on clearing out my inbox though!
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You haven't gone out with your friends in so long. You’re all busy with your own stuff - work and relationships, some with kids to care for. So, when the opportunity arises, Chris encourages you to take advantage of it.
The night was pretty simple, dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, and a few shared desserts before everyone was ready to head home. Most of your friends were not night owls like you by any standard, so when dinner wrapped up early, it was no surprise. At least that meant you got to go home to your man.
“Bubba?” you called as you walked through the front door.
“In here,” he answered.
You followed his voice to the living room, finding him lounging on the chaise sofa, Dodger soundly asleep next to him. Some movie played on the screen; you hadn’t paid attention to it long enough to know what it was.
You headed to the connected kitchen, dropping your keys and purse on the island, hanging your jacket on the back of one of the barstools, and slipping out of your boots before hurrying back to Chris.
He paused the movie when he heard you approach him from behind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands splayed across his chest, as you pressed a long kiss to his temple.
He hummed at the contact, placing one hand over the top of both of yours, before turning his neck to meet your lips with his.
The kiss was sweet and simple, you could feel him smile against your lips as you lingered longer and longer into it.
He chuckled when you finally pulled away, a big smile etched across his face and a glimmer in his eyes.
You unraveled from his neck and stepped around the sofa. Dodger finally perked up when he heard you walking and you greeted him of course.
“Hey, bub,” you whispered, scratching Dodger’s head for a second before turning to Chris, “can we cuddle?” you asked quietly.
“Sure, babe, we can always cuddle,” he answered with a small smile, opening the blanket for you.
You slipped under, resting between his legs with your back on his chest. He wrapped the blanket and his arms around you, splaying his palms over your upper chest and rubbing gently, just as you had done to him. You ran your nails over his arm as light as a feather with one hand, the other rested on top of his clasped hands, tangling your fingers with one set of his as best you could in this position.
You tugged on his hand, pulling his arm further over your shoulder so you could place kisses on his bicep.
“How was girl’s night?” he asked, placing a light kiss to the top of your head.
“Fine,” you whispered, squeezing his hands for a second, “was nice to see everyone. They all seemed to need a good vent,” you ended with a breathy chuckle.
You felt his laugh rumble through your body, “don’t they always?” he asked, another kiss being placed on top of your head as he looped his legs around yours.
“Seems like,” you giggled, stroking his calf with your foot.
“Well I hope it was nice either way,” he said, “I’m glad you got to see them.”
“Mm, yeah, me too,” you answered quietly.
He slipped one hand from your grasp to grab the remote, causing a whine to leave your lips, disappearing into his skin as you had your lips placed on his bicep again.
He chuckled at the noise, “want me to start it over?” he nodded, making reference to the movie.
“No, it’s okay,” you whisper, pressing another lingering kiss to his arm.
“You sure? I’m not that far into it...”
“I’m sure, I won’t really be paying attention anyway.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Can’t focus with you wrapped around me,” you giggled.
“Mm, yeah, sorry not sorry,” he laughed, playing the movie again.
You giggled, bringing his hand up to your lips to give it a kiss.
He gave his other hand back to you and you entwined your fingers with it as well, giving both of his hands small squeezes every once in a while.
You placed random kisses on his arms, pulling his hands up every now and again to press kisses to them as well. You didn’t want to do it too often, so you wouldn’t annoy him, but you couldn’t help but give him a few.
You tilted your head to look up at him, his eyes focused on the movie before he looked down at you.
“What’s up?” he asked, his voice sounding a little tired.
“Nothing,” you whispered, passing him a small smile.
“You’re lying,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “what’s on your mind?”
You sighed deeply, “have I told you how much I love you?”
He reached over and paused the movie, quickly tangling his hand with yours again: “all the time,” he smiled.
“And how great you are?”
“Plenty of times,” he chuckled.
“And how thankful I am for you?”
“More than once,” he answered, a sense of questioning coming into his voice.
“And how kind and good you are to me?”
“Never in those words, but you deserve it more than anything,” he said, “where’s this coming from?”
“Jenn was really upset tonight,” you started.
“And that has to do with me, how?”
“She was talking about how rough her marriage is. And I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but he doesn’t prioritize her, and never really has, and if I’m being honest I always thought she could do better; and she feels so disconnected from him and he’s so distant and she’s just not happy,” you rambled, tears pricking at your eyes, “and of course the whole time she was talking I felt so bad for her, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy like you and that made me feel even worse. Ya know? Like guilty because I was sitting there thinking ‘well at least I’m not in her shoes,’ and, god, you’re so good to me and I appreciate and love you so much. Don’t feel like I tell you that enough, but, you’re the best,” you finished, taking a deep breath.
“Honey,” Chris soothed, “you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, first off. It’s not your fault he treats her like crap, and all you can do is support her with whatever she chooses to do about it. She can leave, or they could go to therapy, or she might just ignore it all together, but the only thing you can and should do is listen to her vent and offer support, or sometimes advice if she asks for it.”
You smile, “I know, but it’s just a shitty situation. Like I wish she wasn’t going through it, because she’s great, and I wish he was as good to her as you are to me.”
“Well no one’s as good as me,” Chris joked, trying to lift your spirits.
You laughed lightly in response, turning over a little bit and scooting up so you could lay face to face with him.
“Second,” he continued, “I’m only giving you what you deserve. Wish I could do a lot more sometimes, if I’m honest,” he said almost under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your back.
“Chris, you do more than enough! I should be doing more for you!”
“Babe, you give me everything I could ever want,” he smiles, “you’re amazing. Wish I could do more, like I wish I wasn’t away from you so much. Don’t like leaving you, ever.”
“You’re the best,” you lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “you do plenty for me even when you’re away.”
“Not nearly enough,” he says, “gotta come up with something new for us.”
“We’ve done plenty of new things while you’re away.”
“Yeah? You think?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Hey, without you, I never would’ve tried phone sex,” you giggle, “love trying new things as long as it’s with you. Especially that thing...”
He lets out a breathy laugh at that, “I love you too,” he says, referring back to your ramble but also your willingness to try anything for and with him.
You giggle, this time pecking his lips, “I don’t deserve you,” you whisper against his mouth.
“No, you don’t,” he says shortly.
You pull away from him, not expecting that to come out of his mouth.
“You deserve better,” he smiles, a glimmer in his eye again.
“You’re so corny!” you laugh loudly, causing Dodger to grumble next to Chris.
“Sorry, bub,” you laugh at Dodge.
“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Chris suggests.
“What about the movie?” you ask, tipping your head towards the TV.
“Eh, won’t be able to pay attention now anyway, and I’ve lost the flow,” he shrugs.
“Sorry to interrupt,” you whisper, stroking a few fingers across his cheekbone.
“‘S alright,” he whispers, “like you better anyway.”
“Thank you,” you whisper, eyelids heavy as they start to flutter closed for a kiss.
Chris closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I love you,” he whispers into your mouth.
“I love you too,” you whisper back.
Your lips seal in a gentle kiss, and he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek before pulling back: “you can always make it up to me anyway,” he says, a smile giving away his attempt at being serious.
You laugh at him, “alright, bubba, let’s get you to bed.”
Summary: You’ve gotten caught in the back of one of Chris’ zoom calls prompting you to make your relationship public.
WC: 878
Warnings: lockdown mention, other than that, straight fluff :)
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You and Chris had kept your relationship a secret for its entirety; you’d dated for almost three years before he proposed, and married a year later. Now, with lockdown messing everything up, people had started to catch on to something… romantic happening with him. They’d hear noises in the background of his interviews, or see a shadow pass by the screen, and you’d even messed up so much as to talk during one of his zoom calls.
You trudged down the staircase following Dodger; he’d come running into the bedroom where you were reading and wouldn’t leave you alone: hopping on and off the bed next to you, walking in circles on the mattress, pacing in front of the bed. It took a few minutes for it to click because usually Dodger would go to Chris.
“Need to go out, bubba?” you asked him.
He perked up immediately, heading towards the door and back down the stairs.
“Okay, bubba, but it’s raining you know,” you spoke as you crossed the kitchen, “go out and be fast!”
You opened the door and he took one step out, before hesitating and shuffling back inside.
“Oh, alright, alright,” you grumbled, slipping into Chris’ shoes that were sitting by the back door, “have to go with you don’t I? Your dad’s spoiled you rotten.”
You closed the door behind you, watching Dodge run out and pee really fast before hustling back to you to go inside.
You opened the door and dried him off with the towel from earlier that was still sitting on top of the mat.
“Good thing you went fast, or I woulda been mad Bubba,” you giggled, slipping off Chris’ shoes and finally looking up at where he was seated at the table.
He looked at you with wide eyes, before pointing at the laptop. You knew exactly what that meant, your face paling and heart racing immediately. You hurried back upstairs, Dodger following suit, to sit and wait for Chris to be done.
He wasn’t mad about the incident, he knew you didn’t mean anything by it and probably didn’t even know he was on a call. He reassured you that all was fine before moving about business as usual.
Rumors started flying after that. Of course they knew it was a lady in his house, but some people urged it was one of his sisters, others suggested it was his mom (wishful thinking on both of their parts). But the proposition with the most traction by far on the various social platforms was a girlfriend. They were half-ish-right at least. You had been his girlfriend, but now, wife. God you loved saying that.
Things fans were saying turned pretty nasty, pretty quickly after that; people trying to figure out who you were, some sending various threats, others hurdling every sort of negative comment that they could at you. All of this happened on Chris’ accounts because magically they hadn’t managed to find out yours.
Most of it didn’t bother you, but hearing or rather, reading, negativity all the time really weighs on a person. Chris encouraged a social media break, which you thought was a great idea. You both turned off your phones, shutting everything (except for the couple interviews he did have to do) out of your minds and settling instead for tons of movies, books, cooking, and baking together. All of your favorite domestic things.
You decided to “return” to social media for your anniversary: “they’re gonna find out sooner or later, babe, and I really just want to be honest. Show you off. Brag about my girl,” Chris said, an arm slung on top of the couch behind you.
You thought for a second; going public was a huge thing, you would be inviting so many different things into your life - so many opinions and comments and paparazzi and fans.
“If you don’t want to, I absolutely get it,” Chris reassured you, “but I think we can handle it. I’ve always got your back, you know that, right?”
“Yeah I know,” you smiled, cuddling further into his side, “let’s do it. But I'm gonna turn off comments I think, don’t really want to open everything up just yet. Ya know, if that’s okay with you,” you asked, looking up at him.
“Fine by me,” Chris answered, pecking your temple.
You chose a couple of different photos to post, one from your wedding, one with Dodger, and one of you sitting on his lap at his parents’ house.
You went for a sappier caption, posting:
To my best friend, my love, and the coolest guy I've ever known, this past year has been a dream in this nightmare-hell world we’re living in.
I'm so lucky to be loved by you.
forever and always,
- Your first initial
He chose just to go with one photo: a picture from your wedding - your favorite picture to be exact. He had dipped you unexpectedly, a genuine smile gracing both of your features as you giggled at each other; not a photo that was posed or staged, but something real and authentic.
He kept his caption short and sweet, writing:
You're the girl I've always dreamed of, but never thought was real.
Anon: hello, hope you had a good weekend! may I please request a fluff where the reader got jealous because of someone hitting on chris and him loving it because the reader doesn’t really show jealousy over that kind of stuff 😅 thank you and really really love all your stories 💕
WC: 1,245
Warnings: allusion to smut, jealous reader
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You and Chris had been together for a little while, but had been keeping your relationship quiet. Mostly to stay out of the media - specifically he was worried about fans’ reactions - but you both kind of liked keeping to yourselves because it was more personal that way: sneaking glances at each other during events, or slyly grabbing pinkies when passing by each other, or finding ways to sneak away from a group for a few minutes for a quick kiss. It kept it fun and light, but gave you both time to figure out how you really felt about each other without any pressures from anyone else; you enjoyed living in your own little bubble.
Tonight you were at some party you didn’t particularly want to be at. You'd hoped to spend tonight on the couch with Chris, but his manager told him he had to come and at least make an appearance. Your manager wanted you to come as well, so she was happy when you agreed with minimal argument - because you already knew Chris would be there and you just wanted to see him.
You were standing with a few friends, not really participating in the conversation but laughing occasionally. Most of your focus was on sneaking glances at Chris; your friend noticed of course.
“Oooh, who’s caught your eye?” she teased you.
You snapped your head back to her, “oh, no one,” you blushed.
“Mmmhmm, no one,” she continued, following where your eyeline had been. “Oh, Chris of course!” she exclaimed.
“Shhhhh!” You hurried, grabbing her arm forcibly.
She just laughed at you, “well, go talk to him!”
You blushed quickly, thinking if only she knew.
You brushed it off, turning the conversation back to the rest of your friends. You still snuck glances at Chris, catching his eyes on you a few times as well.
You made eye contact, and he tweaked his head towards the hallway, subtly asking if you wanted to sneak away with him. You nodded ever so slightly in response.
He smiled quickly, turning back to his friends to excuse himself politely, while you lingered in your group for a second to avoid suspicion.
Just as he was stepping away, a girl walked in front of him, catching his attention. He stopped abruptly, not wanting to be rude. He glanced at you quickly, making sure you saw what happened and wouldn’t be waiting for him. You smiled smally in reassurance, watching out of the corner of your eye for when he slips out.
Time ticked on and you were starting to get restless; you could see Chris trying to escape, but to no avail.
You were just about to lose hope of sneaking off and submerge yourself into the conversation fully when you saw it: she looped her arm through his, clasping her other hand around his bicep, and began to pull him across the room.
Your blood boiled as you watched him trail alongside her. Your eyes zeroed in on her fingers, taking the place of yours; you couldn’t see anything else but her perfect French tips caressing your man.
In reality, it wasn’t that big of a deal, her touch probably wasn’t as venomous as you made it out to be, but you couldn’t see anything but red.
Chris of course had glanced at you, still trying to pull himself away, but he saw your furrowed brow, your clenched jaw, and laser eyes immediately. Part of him wanted to laugh because it was so cute seeing you all jealous and possessive - something you’d never displayed before. But the more rational part knew that now was not the time, still not wanting to give away the nature of your relationship.
This time all of your friends noticed your lack of participation in the conversation, quickly following your gaze. They began to laugh lightly, not knowing the whole story of course.
“Girl, if you want him, you better make a move fast,” one joked.
“Yeah get a move on! He’s not gonna wait all day,” another taunted.
You could barely hear what was being said as you dropped your drink carelessly on the table and followed Chris across the room.
You quickly fell in behind them, Chris noticing your proximity immediately and he smirked to himself. Once they stopped in front of the bar, you reached up and tapped a shaking finger on his shoulder, trying to figure out exactly what to say.
He was quick to turn around, trying to shrug off his accomplice but she held on tight. She was met with your sickeningly sweet fake smile as she was turned with him, her grip tightening on Chris’ arm immediately.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you reached up, grabbing both of her hands and beginning to unwrap them, “and I’d appreciate it if you would take your hands off my man. Thanks,” you spoke, voice laced with venom.
Her face paled immediately, feeling the strength of your grip and seeing the anger heating your cheeks.
“Right, uh, sorry I guess...” she answered quietly, scampering away in fear.
Chris was quick to look down at your hands, both clasped tightly around his bicep, just where hers had been. He chuckled to himself, falling even more in love with you, not that he’d told you that yet of course.
“Well that’s something I’ve never seen from you,” he whispered lowly, gently guiding your hands back to your sides.
You glanced up at his softened eyes and wide smirk, feeling the anger begin to leave your body. “Well she needs to learn to keep her hands to herself,” you answered, still running hot.
“I think you taught her that,” he laughed again, still keeping his voice low.
“Well, what’s mine is mine,” you answered firmly, taking another step closer to him.
He chuckled in response, whispering back, “I’m yours, doll, don’t you worry.”
You took another step closer, tilting your chin up slightly, silently asking for a kiss.
“Not here, babe,” he reminded you. Even though he so desperately wanted to get his hands on you too, there were way too many people of the press here who would have a field day with that. Of course, what’s-her-name was probably telling people about the incident and it would probably be everywhere tomorrow, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested with a quirk of his brow, “you can put your mark on me…”
“Mmm, sounds lovely,” you hummed, feeling your body return to normal.
You glanced back at your friends, giving them a small smile as they watched your hand trail down his sleeve, pulling at its cuff gently, before dropping to your side.
Their faces lit up, eyes widening and smirks forming as they watched you follow Chris out the door. He was quick to put some distance between the two of you outside, not wanting anyone to pick up on what was going down should a photo be taken, but he spoke over his shoulder just loud enough for you alone to hear.
“See you at mine in 20. You get dessert, I’ll get condoms.”
You could hear the smirk in his voice, watching him scramble to pull his keys out of his pocket. You laughed loudly at his back, not answering him.
“Brownies and ice cream, preferably!” he called, climbing in his car.
You giggled again, hopping in your own car quickly to follow his instructions.
