#MISS TORI HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY

[raleighcarrera]

#2 from winter/holiday writing prompts for nate x mc ❤️

holiday writing requests / 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful

she’s warm all over, cozy from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. 

it probably has something to do with the fire roaring behind her back, but she knows it also has a lot to do with the vampire whose lap she’s spread across, knees digging into either side of the couch with nate’s loose limbs sprawled around her. 

her arms are looped around his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. they’ve been making out for what feels like an eternity, at this point, yet no amount of restless shifting on top of nate or soft exhales of his name seem to be able to spur him into further action.

she would know. she’s been trying. 

somehow he’s been doing an excellent job at ignoring her wandering hands and little sighs and the way she’s so obviously pushing him to make a move, taking his time working his lips against hers, kissing every last thought out of her mind.

there is something nice about this -- the unhurried pace of it all, the languid warmth of nate’s kiss. for once, there’s nothing to worry about and no where to be. there’s just this -- this pg-13 makeout on her sofa in front of the fire while snow drifts down outside her window.

for now, she’s still mortal, so she does actually need to take breaks to breathe. when she dips back, her lips feel swollen, her face hot and flushing deeper as soon as she hears how wrecked her voice sounds. “you know... you don’t have to keep your hands on my waist.”

nate laughs, the low rumble of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “i don’t?” he murmurs, sounding amused, “where should i put them, then?”

there’s a tiny huff of frustration before she reaches for his hands and slides them down the curves of her sides. nate only lets his palms linger on her thighs, where she’s left them, for a moment before he moves around to her ass, cupping her in his hands.

she grins at him. “that seems like a good place to start.”

“start?” he repeats, a twinkle of mischievous curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “sounds like you have something planned, to me.”

“so what if i do?” she asks, glancing coyly off to the side, “it’s christmas eve. we should do something special.”

nate’s thumbs draw slow circles on the small of her back, pushing up under her top. “well, you’re right about that.”

“i’m always right,” she smiles, already leaning back in for another kiss. despite her desire to move things along, it does feel a bit like it’s been too long since she’s been able to kiss him. their lips brush gently, drawing a sigh from the back of her throat. “i love kissing you.”

“me, too,” he promises, voice serious as said kisses finally, finally start to move torturously slowly across her jaw, mapping a path over to her neck. 

she shifts pointedly in his lap again. “i wish you’d hurry up, though.”

she can feel his lips curve into a smile against the side of her throat. “i thought we were doing something special.”

“this is your idea of special?” she demands, balking up at the ceiling. “driving me out of my mind?”

“is that not special?” nate murmurs, teeth scraping ever so lightly against the sensitive skin of her collarbone. “it just... feels like you’re enjoying it, that’s all.”

she scoffs, winding her fingers a little more firmly into his hair. nate’s eyes are dark and fond when he lifts his head to smile crookedly at her. “you’re an awful tease.”

“i do what i can,” nate grins, tilting back up to capture his lips with hers again. even at this angle he’s so much larger than her, the breadth of his body covering hers despite her position of control. it’s a reminder that he could easily flip her over and pin her to the couch, if he wanted -- but he doesn’t, letting her decide how they do this even if he’s given her little input when it coms to setting the pace.

“we could go to my room,” she suggests, apropos of nothing. she’s panting, now, between each kiss. “like -- immediately.”

“what’s the rush?” nate asks, “it’s not like we have to work tomorrow.” his fingers push up beneath her shirt at what feels like a glacial pace, dragging across the bare skin at her back. “we could do this all night.”

“not if you ever want to get laid again, we can’t.” the sharp bark of nate’s laugh is loud enough to almost startle her onto the floor; strong hands keep her from toppling over and yank her in closer, still, above him.

“well... i’d hate for you to follow through on that threat.” he stares at her, smiling warmly, for what’s probably a full minute before leaning in to kiss her sweetly again, lips moving casually against hers. “but won’t you be cold without the fire?”

“we could also just move to the floor,” she suggests, her impatience worsening. “i’m really not picky.”

“there’s an idea,” nate hums, eyeing the stretch of carpet beside the fire from over her shoulder. his smile spreads. “as long as it’s still special for you.”

she rolls her eyes at him. “every day with you is special,” she says, more sincerely than she means to. she blinks as she realizes the truth in the words and the weight they suddenly hold, making her weirdly emotional. 

to be fair, she’s never felt this way about anyone, before. so it is sort of monumental to acknowledge.

nate doesn’t brush it off like she was hoping he would. the look in his eyes grows ever more tender and adoring, his expression softening as he lifts one hand to brush hair out of her face and cup her cheek. “i feel the same way,” he murmurs, “i feel so lucky just to know you.”

she sways forward, clutching his shoulders. it’ll probably never stop feeling spectacular, hearing him say something so open like that. “i love you, nate.”

“and i love you,” he answers, dragging his knuckles along her jaw until he can bump them affectionately under her chin. “come on. let’s take this to your room.”

she scrambles up so quickly it’s almost a match for his speed, tugging him through the doorway towards the bed with all the strength she has.