Badass
A/N: I just fucking love these two and I needed to get it out, okay loves? Rich x Grace fluff, obviously.
Re-posted from old account.
Badass
"What are you thinking?"
Her big brown eyes peer up at his ceiling, her cheek pressed gently against his bare chest. He doesn't quite know what to say and so he remains silent, lets the room fill with the quiet flutter of her breath. He pretends to be asleep.
"Rich?"
Her small fingers travel across his chest and reach up to tangle themselves in his hair.
"Yea?" He murmurs finally, because he knows better than to try and pull one over on her. He hates that she knows him so well, hates that anyone knows him that well. She turns over in his arms until he can't avoid her wide-eyed stare.
"I dunno." He mumbles lamely. She tilts her head and places a lovely hand on his cheek.
"Won't you tell me, Rich?"
He doesn't want to tell her. Doesn't know how to tell her how brilliant it feels when she runs her fingers through his hair, how the high-pitched giggle of her laugh sends his mind whirling. He doesn't even think he could force the words out of his mouth if he tried. Because it's fucking pathetic how quickly he'd become attached her presence. Fucking pathetic.
"I've never been with a boy who had longer hair than me." She says suddenly. He can feel his cheeks burn as she shifts her body and his becomes once again blatantly aware of her nakedness. She laughs and he thinks maybe its really magic because he can't control the idiotic grin spreading over his lips.
He kisses her because he needs to. Her lips are soft and gentle and loving and he hates how easy it is for her to make him feel like he's flying. He pulls her closer.
"What's going on inside your head right now?" She whispers as she hovers over him. She has him and she knows it. She's fucking sneaky that way.
"I'm thinking..." He chooses his words carefully. "That you, Grace, are not as innocent as everyone thinks."
"Aren't I?" Her eyes widen but she wraps her flexible little legs around his torso, pinning him to her.
"No," he says. "Kinda badass."
She laughs and kisses him again, smiling against his lips. He pulls his dark sheets around her bare shoulders.
"Well, Rich, aren't you going to ask me what I'm thinking about?"
"No."
She presses her cheek back against his chest, rubbing her foot against the side of his thigh. The room is silent once again. Rich groans.
"What are you thinking about?"
"How much I want to make love to you again."
"Fucking badass."
He kisses her and she knows he will do just that. She smiles into him.
"Well, I am an actress you know."
"Fucking A."