Red Wine: Pillow Talk - Conor Maynard
Another part of the Red Wine Series! I am not going to write this series in a chronological order, so don’t be surprised, they have been dating for a longer time in this one.
This is actually the first part that I had written for this series. To be continued...
Warning: Mentions of NSFW
Word Count: 1.320
Their ragged breath mingled when he finally collapsed on her. Their skin was sticky and hot, but Conor didn’t mind. He lazily kissed her on her boob, for it was the closest that he could reach without having to move his head. She lightly giggled at that. He loved how he could hear her heart beat, still very fast from their previous action.
“That was… something else”, Vee summed it up as they had eventually caught their breaths. Her hands had found their way in Conor’s hair, making him hum in content.
“Yeah”, he agreed a little sleepily. “Wait here, ‘m gonna get you cleaned up, love”, he said and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, cleaning her up from the mess they had made.
“Thanks baby”, she said and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another tender kiss on the lip. Conor quickly brought the cloth back to the bathroom, throwing one of his shirts and a pair of fresh knickers at her as he returned. She caught it with ease and slipped it on. He pouted a little since the material now deprived him of one of his favourite views: her naked body. But seeing her wear his clothes, especially in this fucked out state with her face all flushed and her hair a mess, no doubt created by his own hands, made up for it. Almost.
Vee lifted up the duvet a little so he could easily slip beneath it after he had put on his boxers as well. The both of them didn’t like sleeping naked in hotel beds, although they loved it at home.
She wrapped her arms around him as soon as his back hit the mattress. Conor chuckled lightly. “Someone’s clingy”, he said before he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She hummed and burried her head even deeper in his chest, making him embrace her, too.
“Telly?”, he asked.
“Sure. Maybe that award show’s still on”, she said. “If we don’t show up in person we could watch it at least.” She repositioned herself so she could see the screen, while Conor turned on the telly.
“Best decision to stay in”, he mumbled. They might have ditched the award show for some rather urgent business they had to finish. The show was indeed still on, the category where Conor had been nominated but didn’t win were already through, but now Vee’s categories were on.
“And the best female single goes to… Ariana Grande”, the presenter said.
“Well, no luck for me today”, Vee said, shrugging her shoulders, as the ‘best female vlogger’ was also not her.
“Never actually understood the point of going to a show when you already know you didn’t win”, Conor said.
“True. And then they tell you to act suprised and all. I think our evening was way more enjoyable than theirs”, Vee said before she stole another peck from Conor’s lips.
Conor turned the TV off as they know showed part of the interviews with nominees and winners. Vee was already half-asleep, but he couldn’t blame her, she had only arrived yesterday and her flight back home to London was leaving in about nine hours. So he cuddled close to her, holding her tight for as long as he could, before their busy lives would separate them for another couple of weeks.
“Conor?”, she said, the lack of sleep clearly evident in her voice.
“Yes baby?”
“I miss us making love”, she said, stirring a bit to readjust her position against him.
“But we just did, didn’t we?”, Conor asked confused.
“Hmm… we just had sex. But we didn’t actually made love. Do you remember how, when we both had a month off in London, we could actually take our time because we knew we’d have each other for a whole month?”
Conor slowly understood what she was getting at. They barely saw each other these days, and when they actually did meet in person and not via facetime or the phone, their need for each other was so big, so unbearable that they could barely make it to their hotel room before their clothes were scattered all over the place. Round two was a bit more gentle, but still they both knew that they only had a few hours before one of them had to leave for a concert, or an interview, or to the studio, or fly to the other side of the world. It was still desperate, clingy sex, chasing their high because they wouldn’t have the chance to make the other feel this good in a few weeks.
However, when they were both at the same place for a few weeks, which didn’t happen that often these days because of both their careers, they knew they could do it whenever they wanted. There was no need to rush things, there was no flight to catch, they could just enjoy each other or they could just choose to cuddle, since this couldn’t be considered a wasted opportunity. The more he thought about it, the more he missed it too.
“Don’t get me wrong”, Vee said as Conor had been silent for a little while, “I love having sex with you either way. Really, you make me feel so damn good, but… God, I just miss having you all to myself for a little while without having to leave in a few hours. You know, when it doesn’t matter if we don’t get off because we have plenty of time for it.”
“Nevermind, I shouldn’t have said anything”, she added, when Conor still didn’t answer, clearly misinterpreting his silence.
“No baby”, he quickly said, “it’s just… I was just thinking about it.”
He wouldn’t tell her, but he was surprised that she even told him. She usually wasn’t one to talk about sex. She was really into having sex, but she was still uncomfortable talking about it, even after the year that they had been dating. So he was doing everything that he could to encourage her, when she did talk about it.
“I guess you’re right. Don’t even remember when I ran you the last bath”, he continued, referring to their ritual when they were both at home. Every sunday morning, they’d share a bath, most likely having that end up in having sex or at least making out and then have a nice homemade breakfast. Conor let his hand run up and down her back in slow strokes.
“Must have been ages ago”, she giggled. “Miss that, too.” She snuggled herself even closer to him.
“ ‘s gonna be the first thing we’ll do when we’re both home again, I promise”, he mumbled before kissing her hairline.
“And then we’re gonna be making love”, Vee mumbled into his chest, her words a bit mushed together both because Conor’s chest muffled the sound and because she was getting really tired.
“Yes”, he mumbled in content as he watched his love drift off to a much needed slumber.
He really needed to figure something out. Talking about all those lazy times they had spent with each other really got him to miss out on those, and although he had Vee right here in his arms, peacefully asleep, he felt like it had been a long time since he had seen her fully relaxed and totally at ease. He missed having her laugh in the most carefree way, he missed having her completely comfortable in their own house, in their own bed.
He carefully reached over to get his phone from the nightstand without shuffling too much, but Vee was still fast asleep when he had finally got hold of it. He typed in a quick text to his manager, saying that he had to talk to him about something important the next morning, so he wouldn’t forget. He was sure that his and Vee’s manager would be able to figure something out.
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