#secret love song

[leahsgf]

SECRET LOVE - katie mccabe

katie mccabe x fem!reader

vaguely inspired by secret love song by little mix!

underneath the fluorescent glow of the lights beaming across the emirates stadium, you stood on the sidelines, your usual spot - as you watched your girlfriend shine and showcase her talent on the pitch. the chants of her name echoed around you when she won the ball through one of her famous tackles, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in your chest, knowing that you were surrounded by thousands of people equally as captivated by the irish woman as you were.

well, maybe not in the exact same way that you were, but they didn’t know that. nobody did. here, you were merely an addition to the blur of red and white shirts and scarves in the stands.

just another voice, merging with all of the others belting the chorus of ‘the angel’.

nothing special.

and with that thought, the cheers and applause surrounding you quickly became almost taunting, leaving a sense of unease lingering in the depths of your soul. behind the facade of her fame and success, and you being simply a fan, another face in the crowd making up a sold out stadium, lay a hidden truth. a truth that threatened to tear apart the already incredibly fragile fabric of your relationship.

you and katie had fallen in love against all odds and expectations, drawn together by what you would call fate - and a passion that transcended all possible boundaries. however, in a world, her world, where public image and professionalism was everything, especially with the way social media was changing - the revealing of your love would jeopardise not only katie’s career and standing within the football community, but your life too.

especially as you weren’t used to the madness of being a public figure.

katie had been in very public relationships in the past, and was determined this time to not give strangers, or to even her own ex a reason to merely look in your direction or attempt to ruin what the two of you had. you deserved more than being reduced to a gossip topic or stupid joke on a so called ‘podcast’ and your girlfriend insisted on not allowing this to happen to you. every move she made was plastered online and analysed to no end, and with that came walls and boundaries that she put up - and an even fiercer protectiveness over her loved ones. you particularly.

you had known this from the get go, and you knew more than anything that she loved you. but there were moments where your resolve cracked, and insecurities slipped through your one innocent, almost naive bubble of love.

as the final whistle blew, signifying a well earned arsenal win, you hung back - allowing the crowds around you to eventually disperse, with their signs begging for katie’s attention trailing by their feet, before finding your way to her, a well practiced routine that now didn’t even need to be said.

you hated that you felt envious of the fans around you, able to literally plaster their love for the girl, your girl, for everyone to see, without even an ounce of hesitation.

your usual car ride was oddly quiet on the way home, with you lost in your own thoughts and your girlfriend still winding down from the adrenaline rush of the game, and quickly sensing that something was up with you.

she knew that you had been struggling more and more with being almost like her little secret as time went on, and it killed her to watch you fade away before her eyes. but her desire to protect you was stronger than her ability to see just how much the tiniest action would affect you.

you knew it was playing on her mind too as she slipped her hand into yours when you were walking from the car up to her house. a short lived moment of happiness and almost relief, that you cut short when you noticed her head constantly turning - making sure nobody was watching, even in the darkness of the night enveloping you.

tears formed in your eyes at a speed in any other moment you would find embarrassing, as you dropped her hand and rushed ahead, ignoring her calls of your name trailing behind you.

and in an instant, her house, your usual refuge from the prying eyes of the outside world, turned from an escape to the place you were trying to hide from as you entered it, with katie not even a step behind you.

“baby please. talk to me.” her voice made you shiver, her being much closer to you than you had realised, and the scratch of her accent almost made you crumble entirely. it didn’t - but it did force your sudden guard down slightly, and allowed her to guide you towards the sofa with a hand on your back.

you sank into the plush of the cushions pathetically, a perfect match to the way you threw your head in your hands a second later. your thoughts were racing around your mind, and not showing signs of letting up for even a second. you’d gone from having one moment of vulnerability at a game to being convinced that your world was ending.

that you weren’t worth it, you never had been - and that she was going to leave you.

“sweetheart, look at me.” katie almost begged, now on her knees crouched on the floor in front of you, looking the most concerned you’d ever seen her, which made you feel beyond stupid.

you knew she loved you. any idiot could look at her now, notice the look in her eyes as she took in you and know that she loved you more than anything. so why was it so hard for you to see that?

why could you not just appreciate what you had and be happy?

any one of those fans sat around you tonight would kill to be you if they knew. and yet you’re near crying and refusing to look at her.

“it’s silly, i’m sorry, you had such a good game i shouldn’t be ruining it.” your words were no more than a mumble, spoken into the palms of your hands.

“no it’s not. nothing you feel is ever silly, i promise. talk to me.” she clasped your hands in hers, causing the now slowing tears to kick start again.

“i just- i’m just so tired of not being able to show the world how much i love you. i don’t want to be a secret anymore, all of the hiding is suffocating me and i don’t want that. i don’t want us to deny ourselves the chance to be truly happy. so many couples are out freely, why can’t we be like that? am i not enough? or do you not want to be with me? i- i just can’t do it anymore. i’m so sorry, katie.”

you closed your eyes when your ramblings trailed off into sniffles, not wanting to witness her reaction. she wanted this to be a secret - she was dead set on it. you weren’t prepared for this life. you didn’t know what it was like. all you thought would come from this conversation was her leaving you.

that surely was the only outcome here.

she didn’t reply for a few seconds. seconds that felt like hours as an unnerving, almost cold silence fell between the short distance between you.

“look at me.”

and for the first time since your emotions had taken over you - you made eye contact with her, staring into her eyes that you were convinced contained some kind of magic, holding the ability to completely bring down your walls just from a glance, every time.

“okay.” she spoke, so softly that you were almost convinced you’d misheard.

“okay what?” you looked at her, confusion visibly plastered all her your face - that in any other circumstance would’ve had her laughing and teasing you.

“we can do this.” her voice was so soft, so vulnerable that it made guilt seep into your veins.

“really, i don’t want you to feel forced i understand you don’t want-”

“baby. no. i want more than anything to show the world how much i love you. i just want to protect you from all of the negativity out there, but the last thing i wanted to do was push you away. if you’re ready, then so am i, kay?” she cut you off before you’d even had a chance to let your insecurities consume any more of you.

“and you are my absolute world. i’m sorry i let you doubt that for even a second. i love you so much it physically hurts - everything i do is for you, and i’m so beyond lucky to have you.”

and with her words, your tears returned once more - but instead for a completely different cause.

her lips were on yours in an instant, joining in a kiss that whilst mixed with salty tears - said everything that months worth of words could never.

you settled instantly in her arms, letting her hold you and literally kiss all of your troubles away.

-

“i’m gonna have to start training more then i guess!” she broke the first peaceful, happy silence of the evening abruptly, and confusing you even more than she had before at the randomness of her words.

“wait what? why?”

“because you are all mine. and look at ye! i’m going to have to fight off my competition now they’re going to know who you are!”

“there’s no competition, never has been.”

-

this is not proof read and is most likely the worst thing i’ve ever written but i was determined to actually get it out of my drafts

[twistedshipper]

I wish that we could be like that Why can't we be like that 'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours

for my dear friend @armor22

[twopoppies]

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/758201963689213952/is-there-any-proof-that-louis-might-have-wrote

The reason people think this is because he said he wrote a song for a dance group but didn’t say who and that’s only one of their songs that has an uncredited writer on it

Where is there an uncredited writer?

x

Secret Love Song came out in 2015 and Louis talks about writing for other artists here in 2017 with Elvis Duran (around the 6 minute mark — thank you @lovingstheantidote) and it sounds like the song he wrote for “a big dance group” hadn’t come out yet. And since when are Little Mix a dance group? I don’t know. To me the connection just doesn’t fit.

My thing is just that it really bothers me that people jump to conclusions and then believe whatever nonsense anyone says without really digging in to see how close to certain they can get. To me this seems like a very shaky connection. I’d be happy to be wrong. But can someone please do more research before the story keeps spreading?

[natrogersfics]

Secret Love Song - Chapter 2: Browser History

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

“You know, you could just ask.”

A ghost of a smile paints its way across Natasha’s lips as she lies back on her elbows, watching as Steve hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down. He stands at the foot of her bed in nothing but jeans that hang deliciously low on him, giving her an unobstructed view of the deep V of hips – hips she’d very much like to sink her teeth into.

“I could…” she says, allowing her eyes to drift down between her legs, her breath hitching ever so slightly with excitement when she sees the spreader bar sitting on the edge of the mattress. The little contraption is something she’s been curious about for a while now, and one night when Steve had been away on assignment for another client, she finally decided to take the plunge and do her research. She looks back up at him, tilting her head to the side as she smirks. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“You’re lucky I was the one checking the logs that day,” he says, admonishment in his tone even as his expression lights up with amusement. “You could’ve given poor Clint a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, rolling her lips to keep from smiling. Part of her protection detail is to monitor all aspects of her digital activity to ensure her stalker isn’t somehow lurking, and she knows, full well, that includes her browser history.

“I don’t think that you are, though,” Steve says, making her shiver as his hand encircles her ankle.

“No?” Her response comes out breathier than she’d intended, and she can’t peel her eyes away from the sight of him securing her ankle to one of the leather cuffs. He does the same with the other, and the sound of the leather being pulled taut as he adjusts the buckle, ensuring it’s secure, causes her stomach flutter in anticipation.

“No,” he confirms, and as he meets her gaze, she finds that his typically bright blue eyes have darkened to a navy. Even so, the glint in them is unmistakable, and she catches it just as he extends the bar a few inches so that her legs spread out wider. She gasps, and the grin that his lips curl up into is nothing short of devious. “In fact, I don’t think you’re even a little sorry.”

The mattress dips under his weight as he kneels between her legs. “Steve,” she says – whines, really – as he leans down to press a kiss right above where the cuff sits on her ankle. She sinks back down as his lips begin to trail up her leg, his rough stubble brushing against her skin and sending tingles up her spine with each kiss. When he reaches the thatch of hair between her thighs, her back arches off the bed as he presses his nose just right above where she’s already aching. “Fuck.”

“See, I think you did it on purpose,” he murmurs against the skin of her belly now, making her inhale sharply when his tongue circles her navel. “I think you were hoping someone else would see.” He dusts kisses up her ribs, between the dip of her breasts, making her squirm with need as he takes his time making his way up her frame until his mouth finally finds hers. “That’s what you wanted, didn’t you? For everyone to see all the things I do to you…” He kisses her again, deeper this time, practically stealing the breath right out of her lungs. “All the things you let me do to you.”

A breathless chuckle falls from her lips. She knows he’s only playing along. That he’s the only one that ever sees the things she looks up when she’s all alone and that he would never risk exposing her – exposing them – that way. Nevertheless, she adores that he’s always up for letting her live out her fantasies.

“Maybe I did,” she breathes out. “And maybe I want them to know that only you can do this to me.” He all but grunts at her words, slanting his lips over hers again just as his hand brushes against her center. Her eyes fall shut. “Steve.”

“What, baby?” he says, gliding his fingers over the slickness between her thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

Her chest rises and falls with a heavy breath. “Steve, please-”

“Tell me what you want, Nat,” he repeats. “You’ve never been shy about it before, so tell me now. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Touch me,” she tries to command, but the words come out more like a plea than anything else.

“I am,” he says, teasing at her entrance now, but not quite pushing in.

She whimpers, shaking her head even as she tries to arch up into his touch. “With your mouth,” she says. “Taste me.”

Something akin to a growl rips from the back of his throat. “Gladly,” he says as he moves down her body, settling right between her legs. He kisses the inside of her thigh, and she swears she can feel him smiling against her skin as he adds, “Don’t hold back.”

Those three words are all she needs to hear. His instruction is simple, and it’s one she takes quickly as she rocks her hips up into his face, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he kisses her wetness and lets out a groan at the first stroke of his tongue against her folds. She wants to cry out, say his name. Tell him just how much she’s been wanting – craving – this for days, but she can no longer form words. She can barely breathe, much less think. The only thing she can do is feel, feel the way pleasure pulses hotly through every fiber of her being as he sweeps his tongue meticulously over her again and again.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpers when he focuses on the rise of her clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves. Her breath turns into frantic pants as he begins to suck, sending her hands flying into her hair, her fingers digging into her tresses as she attempts to ground herself. The sensation is nearly too much, threatening to throw her over that dizzying edge far too soon as the coil low in her stomach begins to tighten. But for as much as her body craves the release, she wants to savor this moment too, to revel in every wave of delicious ecstasy washing over her and making her tremble. She tries to close her legs, but the bar has absolutely no give, which was the point, she knows, and the feeling of being so vulnerably open and under his complete mercy only brings a fresh wave of heat to her center.

"Look at you, Nat," he says, "look at how you respond to me." He mutters a curse under his breath, voice inebriated, and that – hearing that he's just as consumed by lust as she is right now – only makes her walls flutter even more. "I'll never get enough of you."

And neither will she, she wants to say, but she does not get the chance as he brings his mouth back to her, making her gasp.

Sooner than she’d like, he sinks two fingers into her, sending her wailing as the flames of her release lick ferociously up her skin. “Steve!” she cries when his fingers only continue to move against her folds, hitting right at the spot inside of her that sends white sparks across her vision. “Fuck- baby, I can’t! Can’t-” she sputters out, but his only response is to flick his tongue over her again, lapping her up in firm, broad strokes until another orgasm crashes over her, leaving her a whining, convulsing mess.

“Good?” he asks later on, even as her body is still trembling with the aftershocks, her lungs still burning for air. She finds the wherewithal to open her eyes to see him smiling as he hovers over her, his chin still damp with her arousal – the visual sending yet another shiver down her spine despite how spent she already feels.

Her lips lift into the sloppiest of smiles. “So good,” she says with a shake of her head. “So, so good.”

“Good,” he says, “because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

A laugh rumbles through her chest. Oh, fuck.

Read more of the So It Goes 'verse here.

[jhogarcia80]

Don’t stay just bcz you need to, Stay becoz u Love to.

[randik-86]

All that I wish...

[legendofthe3divas]

secret love song on the lm5 tour <3

[dewitty1]

Secret Love Song

Writcraft @writcraft

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Mental Illness, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Consensual Memory Modification, Virginity Kink, Loss of Virginity, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Falling In Love, Romance

Summary:

If there's one thing Draco's certain about, it's that Harry Potter's hiding something. When he gets to the bottom of Harry's closely guarded secret, a flippant solution brings them closer together and forces Harry to confront his past.

Excerpt:

Potter stares at Draco and then he lurches forward, all brute force and reckless inability to control himself. The kiss is sloppy and messy with far too much teeth and tongue. Draco pushes Potter back after a moment. He trails a line of kisses up Potter’s neck, breathing against his skin until Potter shivers under his palm.

“Steady, will you. You’re not a bull and I’m not a china shop.”

“What?” Potter’s eyes are dark and lidded and Draco wants to bite marks along every bit of exposed skin. He wants to ruin Potter.

“Never mind. Just…come here.” Draco tugs Potter closer and takes control of the kiss. Potter’s remarkably pliant when Draco’s in charge. He huffs out a low breath and it makes Draco shiver with pleasure. When he asked Potter for a drink he didn’t expect to find himself snogging on his sofa like a teenager. The kiss is lazy, slow and searching but there’s an urgency behind it. Draco presses his palm against Potter’s chest and he can feel the pounding beat of Potter’s restless heart mirroring his own. He slides his other hand into Potter’s messy tangle of hair and urges him closer, deeper into the kiss. When a small groan of appreciation escapes Potter’s parted lips, it sends sparks of pleasure through Draco. Potter’s handsy when he’s kissing and it’s like he can’t get enough of running his hands over Draco’s torso or around to his back to feel along the knobs of Draco’s spine. It’s deliciously distracting and hotter than it has any right to be.

With a low murmur of Harry in Potter’s ear, Draco pushes him back a little. He goes easily, stretched out on the sofa. He’s dishevelled and his lips are red and plump from kissing. He looks at Draco with dark, stormy eyes and he reaches out a hand to pull Draco down with him. They fit together on the sofa surprisingly well. Draco slots between Potter’s legs and lets Potter push against him, a messy sprawl of limbs. Potter grinds up and his breathing is ragged and disjointed. Potter’s hot breath trembles against Draco’s skin and it’s so good it becomes almost painful, his cock hard in the confines of his tight jeans.

As the kisses become more breathless, Potter’s cheeks become more flushed. It’s glorious. Draco slides his hands under that infernal shirt and touches Potter’s skin at the points where his heart beats, his pulse skips and his skin is hot and perspiring. Draco gives Potter some friction where he’s grinding helplessly up against Draco. With a low groan in Potter’s mouth, Draco unbuckles Potter’s belt and feels the way his stomach jumps as Potter gasps at the touch.

“Malfoy…” There’s a hesitancy to Potter’s tone even as he bucks up restlessly towards Draco’s hand. Draco leaves his hand where it is, over the buckle of Potter’s belt and gives him a moment.

“No?” Draco pauses, dragging his knuckles in a slow, deliberate line along the impressive bulge in Potter’s trousers.

“I…” Potter swallows and then he claws at Draco’s back, pulling him closer. “Fuck it. Yes. God, yes.” He kisses Draco again, hot and open mouthed. His lips and tongue seem eager to drive Draco into a blissful Potter-shaped oblivion.

(๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie! How’d you been?

I got a question, more like an observation. I remember back in 2015/2016 people were talking about a slight chance of Louis being one of the writers of Secret Love Song by Little Mix, and I don’t know if you had talked about this already since I’m still navigating through all your tags haha But,

I’d like to believe of these lines as parallels:

“Why can’t I hold you in the street?

Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?”

-Secret love song, Little Mix

And

“I couldn’t want you anymore

Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor”

-Sunflower, vol 6, Harry Styles

I just passionately love hearing those two lines every time and I wanted to share it with someone🫶

Awww that's cute! I don't really think Louis wrote that song, but I love this parallel.

[dailyminddumps]

Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

[visionsofgideontheninth]

3D alternate version🤝 Secret Love Song pt2

(the feature was a bad idea, let's try that again)

[twopoppies]

is there any proof that louis might have wrote little mix’s secret love song? i remember seeing a masterpost or thread a while ago?

Zero proof. I really don’t know why people try to push that theory.

[natrogersfics]

Secret Love Song - Chapter 1: Immediate Attention

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

The sun is already sitting low on the horizon, painting her office in interpolating hues of orange and violet, by the time Natasha dials in for her final meeting of the day. The blueprint for Red Guardian’s upcoming project in Chicago is projected on the screen before her, but as Carol Danvers, their Head of Development, walks her though it, she finds herself only half listening as the exhaustion of the week begins to settle in.

Her week had begun with a five-alarm fire that came in the form of an emergency board meeting. The success of the Red Room in Las Vegas and the recent revamping of their Monaco property had sent their stock price soaring for the first time in years, and it’s a trend she knew the board was highly keen to see continue. She had walked into that conference room completely prepared to fight whatever unrealistic target number they were about to throw her way, only to discover that their task for her would be much more difficult than she'd imagined. The moment Eleanor had strewn a copy of the morning’s front page of the New York Star on the conference table, chronicling in bold font every sordid detail of her brother’s latest alcohol-fueled night out, it became clear to her that her entire week had gone to hell.

Why the board thought she had any control over John’s actions, she hadn’t a clue. If anything, she knows that whatever pleas she had made to him to exercise discretion would not only fall on deaf ears, but also just incentivize him to make his next outing more scandalous than the last. But while her brother’s belligerence sat atop of her list of problems this week, it certainly wasn’t the only item – such is the case when the entire future of the company laid squarely on her shoulders.

“The building permits are expected to be issued by the Fall,” Carol says. “From there, so long as the materials…”

As Carol continues to delve into the project’s next steps, the sound of her door creaking open causes her to shift her eyes away from the screen to see Steve stepping inside her office. Instantly, a zing of excitement rushes through her, and if not for the years of experience she has with sitting through mundane meetings, she might have just leapt out of her seat. It’s the first time she’s seen him since contract negotiations began with another client of his, and she reckons that his absence is another reason why her days have only seemed to drag on. But as he stands by the threshold of the room now, looking ever delectable in dark jeans and that leather jacket of his, she notes the uncanny way the tension that’s been billowing between her shoulder blades has seemingly evaporated.

“Carol,” she says, prompting her colleague to pause. “Do you mind if we pick this back up tomorrow? Something just came up that requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course,” Carol says. “I’ll have a copy of the blueprint along with some notes in your inbox shortly.”

She nods into the camera. “Thanks, Carol.”

The second Carol ends the call, she looks toward Steve to find him smirking. “Immediate attention, huh?”

“Practically mission critical,” she says as she stands from her seat. With lengthened strides, she closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounds her then, and she hurriedly rises on the tips of her toes so her lips can finally meet his.

Much to her delight, Steve does not waste time, matching her urgency and deepening their kiss. He bends down, and when he lifts her to him as though she weighs nothing, walking them towards the couch, she can’t help but let out a gasp. She’s lost count of the number of times he’s used his considerable strength to pull her close or hold her down so he could wring out every bit of pleasure from her, but even so, she doesn’t think the little thrill that rushes through her veins every time he does will ever cease.

“Hi,” he says when they finally settle down against the cushions, her knees on either side of his as she straddles his lap.

“Hi,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper as her lips curl up to mirror the lopsided smile on his. His eyes are so brightly blue and oceanic as he stares up at her that she can’t help but momentarily lose herself in them, every predicament on her plate this week seemingly fading into the background.

It’s when she brings a hand up to cup his face, her thumb running across the stubble on his jawline that he lets out a sigh. “I missed you,” he says, and she bites her lip at his admission, feeling not unlike some schoolgirl with a crush with the way his words elicit butterflies in her stomach. “I hate being away from you.”

“Luckily, there’s a solution for that,” she says even as the flutters in her belly intensify. He arches a brow up at her in question, and she gestures for him to come closer. “You could stop leaving me.”

He throws his head back as he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure my other client can definitely fend for himself.”

“So long as he keeps his snarky comments to himself,” she says, and they both share a laugh. “And for what it’s worth, I hated that you were away from me, too.”

“Yeah?”

She hums in confirmation. “I was terribly bored.”

“Bored, huh,” he says, his lips twitching in amusement when she nods. “Well, we can’t have that.” His hands find her waist, and he pulls her closer until their noses are practically touching. “Surely, you’ll let me make it up to you.”

She cards her fingers through his hair. “I could be convinced.”

That’s all the invitation he needs to capture her lips in his again, and the mere taste of him – minty fresh and so uniquely him – causes her to sigh. The kiss is nothing short of consuming, and as the pent-up longing for him that she’s been trying to keep at bay all week suddenly roars back to life, she allows her eyes to fall shut, savoring each warm press of his mouth against her skin as his lips trail down her jaw and then lower still.

His fingers begin working on the buttons of her blouse, only to pause once he makes it halfway through. He pulls away, and she nearly whines at the loss of contact.

“What’s wrong?” she manages to breath out, her eyes shooting open. He doesn’t respond, and when she follows his gaze, she finds him staring at the stack of necklaces that was concealed underneath her button-up. “Oh,” she says, her teeth bothering her lower lip once more. “You forgot it on the nightstand.”

He reaches for the rectangle of his dog tag that’s hanging low against her sternum. “You’ve been wearing this?”

“I haven’t taken it off since you left,” she confesses, finding it difficult to read the expression that paints his face. “I liked having a piece of you while you were away.” It sounded absurd, but something about having this token of his helped her power through the week, giving her that little boost of bravado to deal with the onslaught of problems even when her will was running low. “I know it’s personal…” She shakes her head as she reaches behind her. “I should’ve asked-”

His hand catches hers before it can reach the chain, and when she meets his eyes, she finds that they’ve darkened around the edges. “No, you shouldn’t have,” he says. “Keep it.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips if she tried. “Really?”

His response is to pull her in for another dizzying kiss. “It looks better on you,” he says, and this time, the desire that’s burning hotly in his eyes is impossible to miss. “It belongs on you.”

Read the rest of the So It Goes... 'verse here

[jhogarcia80]

Slowly detaching….

[theutopicworld]

“I don't wanna live love this way.”