Wren

Huxley didn't leave for three days. He was amazing. Over amazing. Too amazing. He made me feel guilty for how much he was doing for me. But he swore he wanted to be there and I believed him. It started to feel like it did when we were younger. Laughing, joking, giving each other a hard time. Our friendship had grown and we were relearning each other as adults. The realization hit me hard on the fourth night when he had to go to the bar and I was going to be alone for the first time in days.

"You gonna be alright, little bird?" He asks, throwing his coat on. I nod, watching him and biting my lip to keep from groaning.

He just looks so good.

"I'll be fine. I'll just sit here and watch a movie." I say, grabbing the remote. He nods and looks me over.

"You need a blanket." He says, making me laugh. He walks into the bedroom and brings one out, wrapping it around me firmly. He bends down to kiss my cheek, but I decide I want more. My heart begins to pound frantically in my chest as I grab his hand and pull him back to me. He looks down at me curiously and I smile up at him, trying to seem brave.

"I want you to kiss me." I say and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"What?" He asks and I chuckle a little at the shock on his face.

"You said you wouldn't kiss me until I asked. I'm asking, Hux." I say.

He goes very still as he looks at me, guaging my seriousness until he kneels down in front of me.

"Are you sure, Wren? Because if I kiss you, that's it. You're mine. No more pushing me away. I won't be able to stay away from you." He says, leaning forward to press his lips against my neck. I whimper a little at the touch and lean in to him. "I won't stop until every inch of you is mine." He murmurs in my ear and I shiver as his warm breath skates across my skin.

"I'm sure." I whisper and he gives me a warm smile.

"Say it, baby girl." He commands and I grin at him.

"Say what?" I tease and he growls a little, fisting my hair in his hand.

"Say it. Say that you're mine." He says firmly and I reach out to grip his shirt in my fist.

"I'm yours." I say before pulling his lips to mine.

Our mouths fuse together and I groan into him, his taste blazing across my tongue. He slips his into my mouth, feeling like velvet as it dances across mine. He parts my legs, kneeling between them as his hands cup my face, holding me steady as he pours his devotion into our kiss. This touch is nothing like the heated ones we had the first night we spent together after his return. This one is fueled by emotions, not purely desire. He groans a little, the vibrations dancing across my skin and I pull him closer, wanting him to sorround me. He must sense it because he stands, pulling me with him until I'm straddling him on the couch. He never breaks the kiss, his arms wrapping around me as I deepen the kiss. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling gently as his hands slip down to cup my ass.

He pulls away gently, trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking and biting, surely leaving marks across my neck and collar bone. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feel of his wet, warm lips skating across my skin.

"Hux..." I groan and he lets out a pleased sound.

"I want you, baby. But you're still hurt. When you're healed I'll take care of you. I promise." He says, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"But Huxley..." I whine and he chuckles, kissing my lips again before pulling away to smile at me.

"What, sweet girl?" He asks, trailing his lips along my jaw. I whimper and grip his jacket in my fists, rolling my hips against him. He groans, his hands tightening along my waist to force me to stay still.

"I refuse to hurt you, Wren." He says firmly. I sigh and nod, tucking my head into his neck. I know he's right, but it annoys me. I go to climb off of him, but he holds me closer.

"Where are you going?" He asks and I look up at him.

"You have to go to the bar." I say and he shakes his head.

"You think I'm gonna leave right after you finally admit what I've been waiting to hear for months?" He asks and I smile at him.

"Don't they need you?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"I can do the paperwork tomorrow. From home." He says and I cock a brow at him.

"Home?" I ask and he nods, giving me a sly grin.

"Yep. Home. I'll grab my stuff while I'm there. We're gonna need a bigger bed though." He says and I push back to look at him, trying to gauge his seriousness.

"Are you really trying to move in with me?" I ask and he laughs, shaking his head before he leans in to kiss me again. My body quickly heats at the touch as I melt into him.

"I'm not trying. I'm doing." He says, rubbing his nose against mine. "If you think for one moment I'm sleeping without you, you're crazy. You're mine now, Wren. All mine and I will spend every moment of every day reminding you of that." He says and I gulp, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What have I gotten myself in to?" I murmur, partly to myself but he laughs anyway.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you enjoy it." He says, pulling me back into his chest and kissing me again. His tongue slips out to lick my lips before I open for him. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth nibbling on it gently until my body is a mess of need. I pull away from him and climb off of his lap while he watches with a frown.

"Stop starting something you're not going to finish." I say firmly and he looks at me curiously.

"Well, there is one thing I could do and not hurt you." He says and I wait for him to continue.

"What?" I ask. He gives me a devious smile before standing and lifting me from the couch.

He carries me into my room, laying me down gently before slipping off his clothes, staying in only his boxers. I groan audibly, much to his delight, as I take in his perfect form. He lays in the bed next to me, slipping my pants carefully down my body to avoid hurting my injured leg.

"What are you doing?" I ask nervously.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting it gently.

"Yes." I say breathlessly, making him chuckle.

"Then spread your legs for me." He whispers and I follow his command immediately. He growls in approval, his hand skating down the skin of my belly to my exposed thigh.

His lips leave a trail of fire up my neck as his hand follows the swell of my leg to my core, his finger sliding easily through my arousal. He groans at the feeling, swirling my clit gently until my back arches.

"I'd taste you, but you just started letting me kiss you and I want to enjoy it." He murmurs before his lips seal over mine.

He increases the speed with his hand as his mouth devours me, swallowing the moans and whimpers that slip through my throat. His finger slides down and pushes into me gently, my body writhing as I try to push him deeper. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at me with a wicked smirk.

"Actually..." He whispers, pulling his hand away and up to my mouth, trailing my arousal along my lips. "The best of both worlds." He says with a pleased glint in his eye. I taste myself before his mouth descends on mine again.

He groans as he tastes me, his hand going back to twirling my clit as his tongue slips in and out of my mouth. He presses into me with his thick finger again, pumping in and out at a languid pace before he adds a second. The stretch feels incredible and I tilt my hips, welcoming him deeper inside of me. He increases the speed, his lips never leaving mine. He twists his wrist, the pad of his thumb swirling gentle circles on my clit as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I reach out and cling to him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his bicep as he pushes me higher towards my release. He pulls away gently from the kiss and smiles while he watches me.

"You're getting close aren't you, baby? I can feel your pussy pulsing on my fingers. It's gonna feel so good, sweet girl. You're gonna come so hard, I can tell. Just let go. No one will hear you but me." He whispers and his words send me higher.

I press my body in closer to him and he bends his head to kiss my neck. He sucks my skin into his mouth, biting down with his teeth and the touch of pain sends me over the edge, writhing and shaking as I come for him. I cry his name as he brings me down gently, slowing his motions until he's wrung all the pleasure from me.

I try to catch my breath and slow my pounding heart as I watch him pull his fingers from me and slip them into his mouth. I bite my lip as I watch him, and as soon as he pulls his fingers from his mouth I latch mine onto him, groaning as I taste myself on him. When I pull away he gives me a sweet smile, pulling me into his chest.

"Just relax, baby girl. I'll be right back." He says, getting a warm towel to clean me up. The care he gives me makes my heart grow impossibly larger with affection for him. He slips into bed next to me and I plaster myself against his bare chest.

"This damn leg needs to heal already." I say annoyed and watch as Huxley laughs, pure joy splashing across his face.