I’ve got a Brian blurb idea! His girlfriend being quite shy with their affection in front of the band so they usually just keep it to little pecks and cuddles in front of them, but one night when her and Brian are alone she’s on his lap making out with him and kissing his neck but the boys end up interrupting and tease them both and Brian thinks it’s cute how embarrassed she gets :) please! I saw you want more Brian requests :)
Warning: Handsy make out session, one or two sex jokes/references.
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The boys had finally made their way out of the studio for the night, leaving you and Brian to pack up the special. He was tired. You could see it in his eyes as he plopped down on the couch, patting his thighs lightly as if to say, "Come sit."
You smiled to yourself. You'd always been shy about PDA, your face going pink at the slightest peck on the cheek or lingering hug. Brian respected this completely, but couldn't help but want to hold you closer to him the moment you were alone again.
Slowly, you wandered over to the couch, straddling his legs to sit in his lap. You nuzzled your face into his neck, letting him run his hands up and down your thighs.
"Tired?" You mumbled, smiling.
Brian groaned, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. "Exhausted." He was quiet for a moment, enjoying the smell of your shampoo. "Missed you."
You felt him leaving little kisses against your neck. Smirking to yourself, you pulled back, nudging your nose against his. "Missed you too."
He grinned, kissing you sweetly.
You let your hands wander into Brian's curls, tugging them gently. He groaned, rocking you against his hips, pulling a little gasp from you as he gripped at your thighs. His head tipped back with pleasure as you moved to bite and suck along his thoat. He moaned at the feeling, bringing a smirk to your face as you dragged your tongue across his skin. He had just let his hand slip under your shirt, kneading at your breast, when the studio door flew open. Neither of you noticed for a moment, and you continued your assault on the sensitive skin of his neck until Freddie waltzed into the room.
You jumped, eyes wide upon the realization that the boys had just seen you sucking Brian's throat...grinding against him with his hand up your shirt. Your face went beet red, and you immediately buried it in Brian's chest as Roger gave a cat call. Brian chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly.
The boys wooped and giggled, bounding into the studio as you hid your face against Brian, mortified. It was as if you were a turtle, curling up and hiding away the moment you were startled.
Freddie laughed heartily, "Not so shy behind closed doors is she Brian?"
You groaned, ears going even hotter as Brian held you close.
Roger grinned, "I'm just glad you didn't have your mouth somewhere else, love. Don't know if I'd ever be able to unsee it if Brian had out his-"
John shoved Roger's arm, "That's rich coming from you." He teased. "Like we haven't seen far more of you than we ever cared to see."
Brian mumbled to you sweetly as the boys laughed, an amused grin on his face.
"You alright?"
You nodded, refusing to move your face.
Freddie smiled, grabbing some papers off the sound board, "Well I, for one, am proud of you darling. Seems like you were doing a bloody good job. Brian seemed very pleased."
The singer winked and Brian rolled his eyes, hand still stroking up and down your spine, soothingly. "It's alright, sweetheart..." He coaxed gently. You shook your head, content to stay buried against Brian's chest forever if it meant the boys would never see your red face.
"Quite sorry we bothered you, darling. Just forgot my notes. Please, don't mind us."
Roger snorted, grinning wickedly. "Yeah, by all means, carry on!"
Freddie broke out in laughter again as Brian kissed your forehead, a smile on his face as he tucked some hair behind your ear.
"Alright, alright." John chuckled, noticing how mortified you were in Brian's lap. "Let's leave them to it, then."
Freddie gave a sweet wave as the band made their way out of the room, calling out to Brian one last time before he closed the studio door. "Use protection!"
Brian chuckled as the room went quiet again, giving your hip a squeeze. "They're gone. You can come out, little turtle. You're safe."
You glanced up at Brian, brows raised. He giggled, pressing a little kiss to your flushed, pink nose.
"There she is." He cooed, smiling warmly.
You scrunched your nose, "I'm never going to be able to face them. I'll never show my face in this studio ever again."
Brian laughed, pecking your lips. "I don't know about that." He mumbled, not bothering to move his lips from yours. "I'd miss you far too much."
I’m not saying all my problems would be solved by a hug from Gwilym Lee but I am saying he hasn’t hugged me and I still have problems and that can’t be a coincidence
Hi there! I just wanted to say that I love your writing! It’s really amazing and the detail you put into the stories is appreciated. I was wondering if I could request some super angsty Joe/John maybe ending with some sexy Joe/John?? ❤️❤️
This is also loosely inspired by #14 - break up sex from @joemhazzello head cannon prompt sheet.
AN: Apparently, I love some angsty joe so here you go! I hope you like it!
Joe Mazzello x reader
wc: 2.2k- ish
Warnings: some angst, cheating, breakups, some smut (18+ only)
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The last few months you were beaming, everything was looking up, the world seemed like a perfect place, nothing could get you down. You were happy, and the ring box hiding in your shared dresser sock drawer made you even happier, he hadn't asked yet but you were thrilled. You had confided in your close friend and castmate Joe Mazzello about your secret finding. You didn't want to bore Gwil and Ben and you didn't want to seem like you were bragging that you weren't single and they were. Besides Lucy, who practically guessed it, was out of town, and you were just too excited to keep it to yourself. That left Joe, who was in his own relationship of a year or so to confess your findings. He was also ecstatic and happy for you. Of course, he accidentally hinted at it in conversations with the rest of the group. Joe was never the best one at keeping secrets, especially when they were super exciting and revolved around someone everybody loved. Pretty much the entire cast of Bohemian Rhapsody knew that Sam, your boyfriend was going to propose. Thankfully they didn’t let it slip to the press, which never ended well.
Well, that was a few months ago. Now you were utterly crushed. Hot red anger coursed through your body as you tried to figure out what was going on and how you could have been so blind. You had found out on Thursday and today was Saturday, however you would have to hide your anger and maybe get a little drunk tonight when you hung out with the BoRhap cast. It's not like you could cancel, you guys rarely had the chance to hang out together anymore. Especially now that awards season had been over for a few months now. Plus you knew Joe would want someone to get drunk with after his unfortunate very public breakup with his girlfriend. So you pulled on a short dress and some heels and lazily did your makeup, you didn't care enough to try tonight. It wasn't like you were trying to get anyone's attention, it clearly didn't work when you had tried.
Once you showed up to the pub you walked straight to the bar and downed a shot of tequila to calm down. The fire in the back of your throat perfectly matched your rage. But you couldn’t relish in the feeling for long.
"Starting already I see," Ben teased as he joined you at the bar.
You shot him a glare, half kidding, half warning him to back off.
"Your the one to talk," you laughed as you saw him down his own shot. You joined him to the booth in the back, which was your group's regular spot. Soon the rest of the cast joined in and began talking and sipping alcoholic beverages. Excitement buzzed as you all caught up with each other's lives. And as expected Joe was diving right into the alcohol, 3 shots down before the ordered burgers arrived. You, on the other hand, were still slowly nursing a glass of scotch. Scotch was never your go-to drink and you didn't really like it, and yet, you didn't think twice about ordering it. Maybe because it seemed to fit your mood. Gwil made a teasing comment about it and you laughed with him and dove into your own conversation. Soon the topic of relationships came up and both you and Joe stiffened and you subconsciously reached for Joe. You patted his thigh reassuringly, knowing that he had no idea that you felt the same way. He returned a tightlipped smile and went on about the paparazzi making it worse than it actually was.
"Y/N, what about you and Sam? Is there going to be a ring anytime soon?" Gwil asked harmlessly, trying to lighten the mood after Joe's somber comment.
"Yeah, just not on my finger," You scoffed downing the rest of your drink quickly to stop your mouth from running. You were aware that you sounded like a bitch, but you didn’t really want to talk about.
"What do you mean? You said last time that you thought Sam was going to propose, you saw the box," Joe asked turning towards you concerned.
"Well it wasn't for me," You answered curtly.
"You said no? I thought you wanted--" Lucy asked trying to understand.
"Oh, I wanted too, The ring... The ring wasn't for me," You said looking away, the familiar sensation of tears stung at your eyes, but you forbade them to fall.
"You mean--" Gwil opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. Nobody said anything for what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds. Bens jaw clenched as he understood what had happened.
“My god, I’m sorry Y/N,”
"I don't want to talk about it, him or her," You said looking anywhere but your friends. They were all as heartbroken and arguably just as angry as you were. You and Sam had been amazing together, always happy, even the fans were supportive, which is rare. You guys had also been together for 3 years, which is a long time. Well, only 2 years if you don't count the year that he had been sleeping with the other woman. Awkwardly the conversation shifted to work and new gigs. You and Joe sat sourly not joining in on the conversation. Your eyes scanned the bar in order to keep your mind from drifting. Unfortunately, that meant you caught a glimpse at the man responsible for your anger in the back. The nerve of him to go to your favorite pub days after angered you further.
"Excuse me," You said suddenly interrupting the current conversation and began climbing over Joe who was blocking you in the shared booth. Joe tried to object and apologize but you just grabbed his glass of beer and stormed over to the corner where your ex was, with his fiancee. The rest of your friends immediately scrambled out of their seats to follow and stop you before you could do anything stupid.
You hurled the contents of the glass at Sam, then deciding that wasn't enough you threw the glass at him too. It shattered on impact. The second after the glass left your hand Joe's arms hooked across your waist and almost violently pulled you back before you could do anything else. Ben stopped Sam from retaliating by placing a firm hand on his chest. It took everything in him not to deck the guy for himself. Hot angry tears streamed down your face as you said nothing. Your mascara was probably messed up but you could care less, you were too worried about what your friends would think. You were always the cool, calm and orderly person in fights and you rarely lashed out unless you were really upset. And you were clearly upset.
"I'm going home," You said quietly not bothering to wipe the tears away. You had become quite embarrassed of your actions and started walking out.
"I'll take her home," Joe added immediately after, running to catch up with you.
The rest just nodded understandingly, knowing Joe was the best person to make sure you were okay. There was no denying that you guys were close. But you had been with Sam for so long before you met so there were no jokes about you guys getting together. Well, some of the fans thought you guys would be cute but most were respectful of your current relationship. Lucy was the next closest but Lucy was stunned and almost as angry as you, Rami and Gwil both stepped in front of her so she couldn't get her own swing in. If she wasn't too preoccupied in getting revenge for you, she would have taken you home. But Joe was just as capable and would make sure you were okay, truly okay.
You still hadn't stopped crying by the time you were sitting on your apartment couch with Joe getting a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Y/N," he started, gently guiding your chin upwards so you would look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot which just broke his heart even more.
"I'm sorry I brought it up, I didn't know, or else I never would've asked," He breathed out searching for any emotion in your face.
"Joe," You said your voice barely above a whisper, causing him to lean closer.
"I'm sorry too, for being a mess and throwing your drink," you said looking down away from his gaze, your's ending on his lips, which moved slightly in trying to formulate a response.
"Y/n, god don't apologize for that," he laughed weakly his own gaze darting to your lips. Hesitation and anticipation filled his entire body as you both leaned closer. Waiting for some sort of sign.
"Don't apologize for anything, ever," Joe said breathlessly, looking up at you.
In an instant your lips were connected, tongues fighting for space. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and lust drive . Gasping for air briefly before returning. Your hands roamed each other's bodies like trying to find something in the dark. His tangled in your hair, cupping your chin. Yours found the collar of his jacket and pushed the jacket off desperately, pulling his hands from your hair. Stradling his lap your hands began working at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly. Soft moans turned to loud ones as he grew hard under you.
"God, your so hard," You wined nipping at his ear.
You rolled your hips against his trying to give yourself some relief as. Joe groaned out in response. His hand yanking the zipper down and pulling your dress off with no hesitation. Thumbs pressing into your hips guiding yours and moving them faster. One hand slipped from your wait and over your clothed heat.
"Joe!" You gasped the sudden contact igniting your body, the familiar heat pooling between your legs.
"May I?" Joe asked making eye contact. You nodded and he slipped a finger in you. Then two. Slowly building up the pace, his thumb rolling back and forth on your bud providing even more pleasure than you could take. He could barely handle it either, his other hand fell from your waist and to his length, palming it with a sense of urgency.
"Joe, god, I'm going to come," You moaned out trying to hold back from coming undone.
"Can you wait two seconds? I want to be inside you?" He growled shifting you off of him so he could take off his jeans. He fumbled with the condom as the arousal almost blinded him.
"Joe, I - I need you - inside me - now" You wined as he lined himself up with your entrance. As soon as he was lined up his hips moved fast colliding with yours. Your nails dug into his back as he hit all the right spots. Your moans were loud and shaky, as were his. His head buried itself in your shoulder.
"Y/N," he panted in your ear, groaning as you arched your back in search of more friction.
"Joe, I'm-" You tried to say before being cut off as you were more screaming his name out in pleasure. White heat filled your vision as you gripped onto his shoulders as he slammed into you harder and more desperate than before.
The sound of his name sent him over his own edge. With a final low moan, he was riding out his own sensation of pleasure. Gently he pulled out, discarding of the condom and cleaning up after the two of you.
"Stay?" You asked sheepishly partially redressing yourself, in his shirt.
"Y/N, we should probably talk about what just happened... not that I didn't enjoy it," He said gently walking back over to you, the lust in his eyes had been replaced by pure admiration.
"The only thing that matters is that this was by far the best break up sex I've ever had," You joked taking one of his hands in yours.
"Look, it probably wasn't the best idea, but we can worry about it in the morning, can we just have one night where we don't feel shitty about ourselves and life?" You argued after seeing he wasn't laughing as you had expected. So you gently started walking to your bedroom.
"So I remember you saying that this was the best sex you've ever had," Joe teased wrapping an arm around your waist lazily, once under the duvet.
"Break up sex, Mazzello, don't get ahead of yourself," you laughed looking up at him, smiling.
"Whatever, there's no one to prove that you didn't say that," he teased running a hand through his messed up hair, trying to tame it.
You just rolled your eyes at him and soon you were overtaken by exhaustion and sleep. It was the first night you hadn’t fallen asleep in sheer anger, and you could get used to it.
Joe didn't fall asleep right away, he spent a good part of his time awake contemplating what had just happened and where to going from there.
Not requested, but i will try to write up requests if they spark something in my head!! Please send in requests!
Word Count : 2544 (i just couldn’t help myself with this one, first time writing for Brian)
Warnings : fluff, slight angst, maybe a bit of depression/feeling alone
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“There’s only a handful of people in this world that I actually like. You may or may not be one of them.” You grumbled, hiding the blushing smile that so badly wanted to come out, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you, ignoring Brian’s triumphant look from the driver’s seat. “But don’t you dare say anything to anyone.”
Brian let out a short laugh. “Oh, of course not. Wouldn’t want people to think that (YN) (YLN) could possibly let herself love someone, we must continue to think of her as the lone girl who hates everyone who isn’t herself.” You nodded to his words, there was no point arguing when every word he spoke was the truth.
A few moments of silences passed as Brian continued driving, the destination still unknown to you, finally he spoke. “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?”
“Huh?” that broke your attention away from the passing scenery. “Try so hard? What do you mean?”
His voice was calm and steady when he spoke again. “You can just be yourself. You’re trying so hard to keep up that hardened shell, not letting anyone in, but you don’t have to do that with me. I won’t judge you. I promise you that.”
“A lot of people have promised that.” Was your only reply, earning a loud sigh from Brian, who pulled off to the side of the road, turning in his seat to have better focus on you, letting you know he meant the words he had said and was about to say.
“I’m not like other people, (YN). As hard as you tried, you got me curious about you, curious enough that you made me talk to you, made me like you and now I’m in the process of falling for you, all whether you like it or not. I’ve seen the side of you that you don’t want others to see. You’re an amazing girl, I just want you to be able to see that.”
Brian’s words managed to make tears fall down your cheeks, you didn’t attempt to swipe them away, Brian was already on top of that.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, I only said what I thought would hopefully make you smile and realize how I truly feel about you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
You shook your head. “You didn’t upset me, Bri. It’s just that, well,” you closed your eyes, letting out a long drawn out breath, “It’s just that I’ve never had anyone say such nice things to me and mean it. Everyone who has said anything remotely close to that before, always managed to hurt me in the end, that’s why I have a hard time letting people in, letting them see me as I truly am, me,” you put your hand over Brian’s as he dried another tear, “I’m tired of getting hurt is all.”
With your confession, Brian, leant in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that you reciprocated without a second thought. You lost yourself in the kiss, nothing but truth and kindness resided within it. Pulling away to catch your breath, the both of you had smiles of bliss on your faces. “That was nice.”
You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It was, thank you Bri. Don’t make me regret trusting you.”
“I won’t.” He promised, giving you another quick kiss before pulling back onto the road, now more excited for the weekend getaway you had agreed to than he was before.
Finally, you had arrived at a small little cabin by the lake. Brian helped you out of the car and into the cabin, answering your unspoken questions as you walked inside. “Belongs to my parents. When I told them that I wanted to take you somewhere special, they suggested coming here. Said it did good for them and their relationship, thought it could do something for us.” He spoke so cheerily, that you shared the same cheery smile he did, it was infectious.
“I love it, and I think I love you Brian.”
His smile faltered only for a split second, before breaking out into one even bigger. “Do you mean that?”
A simple nod. “Yeah, there’s just something about you. I think it’s the hair, has to be the hair.” You joked as he tripped over one of the bags you’d brought and held your waist in his hands. As he got closer, you put a hand to his hair and took a deep breath. “Yep, it’s definitely the hair.”
The two of you began laughing like idiots, holding each other close, it was something you could get used to, you would get used to it. With Brian May in your life, there was no other viable option.
However, you still had moments where your walls were up and you holed in on yourself once again.
Sneaking away from Brian, leaving him in bed, you quietly stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door behind you, heading for the tub. You turned the water on, shed your clothes, and stepped in, letting the water soak into your skin.
Time had passed when the door was pushed open. Having woken up without you next to him, Brian was curious and the light coming from the slightly open door of the bathroom, caught his eye. He quietly got out of bed and went to the door, peering in and what he saw, had him pushing the door open, you didn’t even notice it open. He had to get you out of the cold room.
“You’re doing it again.” Brian’s voice had you whipping your head towards the door he leaned against, you weren’t expecting a visitor, you really weren’t expecting to still be in the shower either. As he’d promised you before, he wasn’t judging you, he only worried for you, wanted to help you if you’d only let him. You were trying, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, even when you found someone you had fallen in love with, it was all a learning experience for you still. His legs carried him into the bathroom, next to the tub, he knelt down and turned the water off before stroking your chin which had begun shivering from the water that had grown cold long ago. “Love,” he whispered, afraid that if he spoke louder it would break you and you’d shatter in front of him.
“S-s-sor-rr-yy.” You spoke through shivers, watching as he grabbed the towel you had placed onto the counter and wrapped it around your frame before lifting you out of the tub and towards the bedroom.
“How long were you in there?” he carefully asked, placing you on the edge of the bed as he searched for some nice warm clothes to put you in.
You shook your head. You honestly had no idea how long you had been in there for, you just remember going in to take a warm shower and it had ended with you sitting on the shower floor, letting the water rain over you, starting warm and ending like ice.
Brian’s eyes were full of concern as he found a nice sweater of his and some sweatpants to put you in. As he dressed you, you stared into his eyes, he was so concentrated on the task at hand, it was mesmerizing. “I’m not used to people taking care of me and looking out for me. It’s nice.” You felt warm in Brian’s clothes, felt warm under his touch. “Thank you.”
His hands were on your knees when he smiled at you. “I will always take care of you, (YN), I don’t want you to think that I never will. You have me now, and if everything goes as I believe it will, you’ll always have me.”
Warmth flooded your face at his words, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, your lips practically touching. “And I’ll always want you Brian May.”
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A few hours later, you were both laying under the covers, your head tucked under his chin. Brian was sound asleep, his snores blowing over your head. You, on the other hand, were still awake. Your hand pressed against his chest, letting his heartbeat flow through your hand, straight to your heart. It made you happy, you smiled against his chest.
This was how it felt to truly be loved by somebody, feel at home with somebody. Brian managed to erase every fear you’d ever had about being in a relationship with him. He always managed to get you to break out into a fit of smiles and laughter, always managed to make you feel safe and loved. No one else had ever managed to do that for you. He was truly one of a kind, you were going to marry him someday.
And you did.
Just a simple wedding with his bandmates in attendance.
John was the most reserved out of the group so you’d asked him to marry you, he was more than honored to do that for you as he’d seen just how much happier you’d made Brian and he’d seen how amazing of a person you truly were as well. It made his heart swell as he saw the two of you, reciting your vows to the other, eyes never leaving the others.
Freddie and Roger stood on either side of you guys, you didn’t have any other close friends, so they’d filled in when you needed someone to stand next to you at the alter as you married your best friend.
You wore a simple dress you’d found at a thrift store, it may have been someone else’s before, but you made it into the first thing you would keep for a lifetime, besides Brian of course.
Brian wore a nice dress shirt with some nice slacks, courtesy of Freddie insisting on choosing Brian’s wedding day outfit. And while it may not have been his wedding day, it was still best to not argue with Freddie about fashion.
Once Roger and Freddie handed you and Brian your rings, you slipped them onto the others’ finger while John recited his lines. The two of you blushed at the other as John spoke, never before had you two been happier than you were right then. Two people in love, preparing to spend a lifetime together, nothing would change that.
Even a couple years later, in your new home, you were still in love. You had a wide open space, just begging to be danced in. Brian had constantly reminded you, each time that you made him dance in the space, just how much things had changed with you since he’d first met you. “When we first met, if I had asked you to dance with me, you would’ve slapped me across the face.” He’d joke, but he was absolutely right, you weren’t a dancer then, but, well, Brian had broken you free, you were finally able to live the life you’d always wanted to.
You were free and making up for all the lost chances you’d had while growing up.
“Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” you urged Brian who was nose deep in the newest scientific magazine that had arrived at your door, his eyes refusing to be torn away from the pages. You understood he would always have a passion for science, but it sometimes bothered you when he ignored you for it, so you thought up an idea, one that he couldn’t possibly refuse.
Skipping over to the record player, you searched through the many records the two of you had collected over the time you’d been together until the perfect one caught your attention. Slipping it out of its case, you placed it on the player and waited for the crackling sounds to ease into the gentle music of Roberta Flack’s gorgeous voice. Once it did, Brian slowly raised his head, eyeing you with a knowing grin.
“Gimme your hand.” Smiling back at him, you held out your hand, waiting for his to hold onto yours and join you in the dance that he had begged you to do with him shortly after you met as he had eased you out of your hard shelled exterior, revealing the soft side you had carried underneath it. He slowly put the magazine to the side, joining his hand with yours, twirling you in a circle.
“Now, was that so hard?” you ask as he twirled you back around so he could place a hand at your waist, the other still holding onto your hand, sending your feet into small circles, eyes staying locked on his.
“You broke me down, love.” He always had a soft spot for dancing with you even though he was not the best dancer himself, but to see the smile on your face, he’d dance a million years. Brian leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then your cheeks, and your hand before raising his head, keeping his lips a good distance from your own.
Standing on your tip toes didn’t help much, he only laughed, continuing to sway with you as song after song floated in the air around you. Stepping lightly onto him, you tried again before sighing in defeat, smiling up at him. “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” you giggled as you stood on Brian’s feet, swaying back and forth in the cramped room, music softly playing in the background, your arms as far as they’d go around his neck.
“My apologies.” He laughed and leaned down until your noses were touching. “Is this better?”
“Almost.” A blush rose to your cheeks, even after all this time with him, he could still have that effect on you and it would always amaze you how he could do that, surely it was rare for a man to be so perfect as he was. You tilted your head slightly until your lips brushed against his, a satisfied smile on your face. “Now it’s perfect.”
“Thanks for marrying me.” His lips were pressed tightly to yours. “Thanks for letting me show you how you deserve to be loved, for letting me love you, show you off. Be your one and only.”
“My always and forever.” You spoke, jumping up, his hands under your bottom, holding you close to him. The swaying slowly stopped just as the music had a moment before. Your hands found his hair, your fingers tangling up in the curls you so adored on him. “Thank you for breaking me out of my shell, for setting me free.”
“Of course, my love, and I’d gladly do it again if I needed to.”
“Never leave me.”
“Oh baby,” he led you to the bedroom and laid you gently onto the bed, hovering over you, his hair tickling your face, you giggled as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I could never leave you, ever. I told you I’d always be there for you. That’s a promise. I could never lie to you, I just couldn’t.”
“Good,” you reply, gently cupping his chin in your hand, “cause I’m pregnant.”
