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Liam POV
Our idea had turned out to not be a very good one. The sky looked so beautiful with all the dark clouds hanging above us, with the sun setting behind them, that we decided to go for a walk on the beach and enjoy it. We walked and talked for what felt like forever, but of course, the rain started pelting down eventually.
"Jeez!" I cried out, squinting my eyes in the pouring rain. The dark wasn't helping much either. It was as if the heavens had opened up and sent an entire flood down within seconds. I could barely see more than a few feet in front of me. The fact that we had no idea where we were didn't help much either.
"Where are we?" Miley yelled to me, as if reading my thoughts, and I barely heard her over the crack of thunder. She jumped at the sound and grabbed my hand, her face illuminated for a moment by the fork of lightning shooting across the sky.
"I have no idea!" I yelled back, then looked around us. We just had to get out of the rain, then we could worry about where we were. As if on cue, another bolt of lightning lit up the sky and my eyes fell on a lighthouse, just about a hundred feet away. "Come on!" I squeezed Miley's hand and pulled her along with me towards the lighthouse, trying to use my free hand as a shield against the wind and pouring rain. Miley followed without question as we scrambled over the few rocks and up to the large, weathered structure. "Please be open please be open please be open," I chanted to myself as we came to a small wooden door. I turned the knob and pushed against it, and it creaked loudly on its rusted hinges as it swung inwards.
"Oh thank God," Miley sighed as we stepped into the dark room and the wind slammed the door shut behind us. I found a light switch and flipped it. A light flickered for a moment, then went out.
"Great," I mumbled, then I remembered that I still had Carly's lighter in my back pocket after she forgot it at the club the other night. I retrieved it and created a little flame to help us see.
"I think I see some candles," Miley announced from behind me and walked over to what looked like an old wooden desk. She was right. On top of it, there were two thick candles. I quickly lit them, which revealed three more on the window sill and another two in the desk drawers. Once they were all lit, we leaned back against the wall, catching our breaths. The room merely held the desk, a lumpy little excuse for a mattress in the corner, and a little cupboard.
"Wow. Some storm," I admitted and Miley giggled softly.
"I know! It's insane!" she declared. The sound of her laugh made me smile. "It's freezing though." She wrapped her arms around her wet body and shivered. She had that right. It was freezing, and our wet clothes didn't help much either.
I nodded and peered out the small window at the clouds. They just seemed to be getting thicker. "The storm won't be over for still a few hours I guess. We might just have to spend the night." Her eyes widened at the thought and I put my hands up in apology. "I'm sorry. But you forgot your phone and mine is completely useless after all the water it endured in my pocket."
Her shoulders slumped. "I know. It's just so damn cold! We're gonna freeze our butts off in here."
I started looking around the small room. Inside the tiny cupboard, I found some old crackers, matches, a pillow and a small plaid blanket. "Found a blanket," I said triumphantly as I turned back to Miley as she stood shivering.
"Awesome," she sighed and made to take it, but I held it out of her reach. "What?"
It was my turn to sigh. "You're not gonna like what I'm about to say."
She seemed confused. "What do you mean?"
Deep breath. "You have to take your clothes off."
Her eyes went wide and her eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"
I groaned. "I know it sounds weird, and I'm not trying to get you naked. It's just that your clothes are soaked. They're not gonna dry anytime soon, and they're just gonna soak the blanket as well." She still didn't respond. "I'll tell you what, I'll turn around, you strip down to your underwear and wrap yourself in the blanket. I swear I won't look. Then you can get some sleep without catching pneumonia."
I could tell she was still a little shocked, but I could also see that it made sense to her. She sighed and nodded. "Okay, turn around." I did as I was told and looked at the wall. I could hear the rustle of her shirt as she removed it, then the zipper of her jeans as she pulled it down. What I would give to watch, but I would never do that.
Miley POV
"You can turn around now," I said when I was safely hidden under the blanket, lying on my side on the lumpy mattress. I had kept my bra and panties on. There was no way I would go completely naked. Liam turned around and gave a small smile, obviously trying to make me comfortable, but I did see a small blush cover his cheeks for a moment.
"That better?" he asked as he bent down to pick up my jeans and shirt.
"Yeah." I watched as he hung my clothes to dry on the railing of the stairs leading up to the light.
"Good." Without warning, he took off his soaked shirt. I couldn't help but watch as he undid his belt and then removed his jeans too, leaving him in a pair of cotton boxers. He hung his shirt and jeans next to mine, then walked over to the desk, sitting on its ledge as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
"This isn't weird at all," I said sarcastically, trying to make light of the situation. He chuckled softly and winked, then shivered involuntarily. "There's no other blanket?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.
He shook his head. "No, but I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He grinned. "After all, I know you'd rather have me as naked as possible."
I rolled my eyes. "Careful Hemsworth. Your head might just pop."
"Said the diva," he ended, as if reading a book.
"I'm not a diva," I argued and he laughed at my pout. He shivered again, and I could see the muscles in his arms clenching and unclenching against the cold. "You're shivering."
He sent me a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
"Whatever," I countered and he just sent me a look before going silent, no doubt listening to the moans of the wind and the sound of rain thundering down. I bit my lip in thought, knowing what I had to do, but it was just so embarrassing! Besides, it would be really hard having Liam so close to me in our current state of undress. "We can share," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
He frowned. "Share what?"
"The blanket."
He sent me a surprised look. "It's okay. I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."
I rolled my eyes again, despite the blush on my cheeks. "You're gonna get sick. It's no big deal. We're both adults here, kind of. We can just share."
He smiled reassuringly, shivering despite himself. "Miley, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Really, it's okay."
This time I groaned out loud. "Would you shut up already and get over here?"
That silenced him and he just sat looking at me for a moment. "You sure?"
I nodded, despite the blush reforming on my cheeks. "Like I said, it's no big deal. We're just keeping warm."
He finally relented and got to his feet. "I guess there's no harm in that." My heart rate at least tripled as I watched Liam Hemsworth slowly walk towards me in no more than a pair of boxers. The glow from the candles accentuated every little crevice of his muscles and made his face look even sexier than ever. Okay Miles, calm down there girl. When he reached me, I snapped myself out of it and shifted up a little to make space for him on the piece of crap mattress. He cautiously laid down next to me, trying not to scare me or make me uncomfortable.
"Here," I said, moving some of the blanket towards him. Cold air hit my other side and I hissed at the feeling. "The blanket's frickin' tiny," I admitted as I shifted closer to him, moving onto my side to face him as we struggled with the small excuse for a blanket. He shifted closer as well and his elbow brushed against my bare stomach, making my breath hitch.
"Sorry," he quickly apologised, but I sent him a little smile.
"It's okay. Looks like we'll have to squeeze." Against my better judgement, I shifted even closer to him, resulting in my arms being trapped between our chests as we faced each other. I blushed again, but at least we were both covered in the blanket now.
"You covered?" he asked to make sure.
"Yeah. You?" I asked. He nodded. I felt the warmth of his skin against my arms and sighed. "You're warm," I mumbled, realising that the blanket didn't help that much, and that having him there did make me feel a little better.
He smiled. "You too." When I shivered again, he moved and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me against him. His warmth enveloped me like an electric blanket and I sighed in contentment. "That better?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks." I looked up to find his face mere inches from mine, his eyes seeming to be a darker shade of blue as they looked into mine.
"Just tell me if you're uncomfortable," he whispered. Not that anyone would hear him. We were completely alone, in this little lighthouse, stripped down to our underwear and in each other's arms. The thought made my pulse race even faster and my heart flutter. It was just the two of us. And he was so close to me, all he had to do was move an inch closer and he would be kissing me. How I wished he would.
Liam POV
I couldn't believe it. I had a half-naked Miley Cyrus in my arms. She was even warmer than I thought, and the feeling of her tiny little body pressed against mine drove me insane. If I survived tonight, I deserved an award for restraint.
Her breaths were uneven and I could've sworn I could feel her pulse racing as her wrist laid trapped against my chest. And did I mention that her face was mere inches from mine, and that her eyes hadn't left mine since they met? God, what this girl did to me.
She seemed to be having some kind of inner conflict as she watched me and I would've given anything to know what she was thinking at that moment. My eyes jumped to her lips when her tongue darted out to lick them. Good Lord. I was in big trouble.
It might've been my imagination, but I could've sworn that her face was now closer to mine than before. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were slightly parted as her minty breath softly blew against my face. A few strands of her wet hair had fallen from behind her shoulder and tickled my chest in a way that was more erotic than I could ever imagine. I was sure of it now. She was getting closer. Whether it was her that was moving or me, I didn't know, and I didn't care as my eyelids slid closed and my lips parted slightly in anticipation.
Her nose came into contact with mine and moved towards my cheek, then I felt her top lip brush against mine for a second, so softly that I could barely feel it. Maybe I should've jumped right up at that moment, but it felt as if nothing in the whole world could touch us here. We were in our own little world. Together. I couldn't help myself anymore, and moved in.
My lips found hers instantly and I pressed them together gently. She gasped softly against my lips, even though she didn't seem very surprised, then her lips started returning the movements of my own. I let go of the breath I didn't even realise I was holding and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer against me, if that was even possible. She manoeuvred one of her arms free and I felt her fingertips gently touch my cheek before moving into my hair, pulling my head closer to hers.
I gladly complied and touched my tongue to her bottom lip. She parted her lips for me instantly and met my tongue with her own. She tasted so extremely sweet and I couldn't get enough of her. One of my hands flattened itself against her back and I pulled her hard against me, feeling her bra covered breasts pressing against my bare chest.
She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her. Every inch of our bodies were touching as I laid over her, my arms wrapped around her back and one of my knees between her thighs. The kiss just kept deepening as our tongues duelled with an intensity that made my head spin. Her hands moved over my neck, shoulders and back, making goose bumps appear all over my skin. I felt her lift her knee slightly next to my waist, her thigh brushing against my skin in the movement.
One of my hands travelled down her side, over her bare hip to wrap itself around her thigh. The smooth skin felt like the softest cloud. One of her hands snaked into my hair while the other ran down my back, her nails scraping ever so gently. I moved my lips to her neck and pulled one of her bra straps over her shoulder for better access. God she tasted so good. And her smell made my brain feel foggy and completely instinctive.
When I came up for some air, she took the opportunity to lean up and place a soft, open-mouthed kiss right on my throat, beneath my chin. Not being able to go without it any longer, I crashed my lips against hers again, her lips readily accepting mine. We had kissed so many times before on camera, but this was different. There was nothing holding us back and nothing leading us. We were in complete control of our actions, and the thought was both exhilarating and a little scary.
As if she had heard my thoughts, I felt Miley stiffen underneath me. I pulled back a little to see her staring at me with wide eyes, a look of shock and confusion on her beautiful face. She looked almost surprised, but then again, her mind must have been just as foggy as mine.
"Liam...I...what are we..." She swallowed and she broke eye contact. I cautiously pulled away a little more, and encouraging it, she put her hand on my chest and pushed me away lightly. I rolled off her, and watched her quickly get to her feet. She pushed her bra strap back onto her shoulder, a small blush covering her cheeks, and wrapped her arms around her body subconsciously.
"Miley..." I started, but I didn't know what to say. I was just as shocked about what happened as she was.
"I gotta go," she declared, her eyes avoiding mine as she grabbed her clothes and hurriedly pulled them on. It was still raining outside, and she couldn't just go out there by herself. Besides, we had to talk about what just happened.
"Miley wait..." I started, getting up too and walking over to her as she slipped on her last shoe. At my approach, she moved back a little, driving a nail into my chest. She wasn't afraid of me, that much I knew, but I couldn't read the look in her eyes. "Don't go," I tried, and she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly and headed for the door.
"I can't do this," she said softly, then pulled the door open before disappearing through it, into the night.
"Wait!" I called, and quickly put on my pants, pulling my shirt over my head as I hurried out into the night. I couldn't see her anywhere. "Miley!" She was nowhere in sight, and I felt a surge of panic go through me. I knew her intent was to get away from me, but what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? At the thought, I pulled my phone from my pocket to call her, before remembering that it wasn't working properly, and that Miley had left hers at home.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I was picturing the worst things that could happen, while she had probably hailed a cab by now and was safely on her way home. Yeah, that's it. At that conclusion, I hurried out into the rain, which had calmed down a bit, but was still coming down. I was intent on getting home and calling her from my spare phone, and if she didn't answer, I would go to her house and see if she was safe.
Miley POV
I was dripping water everywhere when I walked through the door to my house. An old lady saw me hurrying in the rain as she drove past and offered me a lift home. Fortunately, she was a little too old to know who I was and filled my ears with pointless chatter until she pulled into my driveway. I was thankful, I really was, but I just had too many things on my mind.
It felt like a million thoughts were running through my head at the same time. And all I could think about was 'what the hell was I thinking?' I felt ashamed and...cheap? I wasn't completely sure.
I jumped through a shower, trying to get the feeling back into my cold joints and to clear my head a bit, but it didn't really help much. When I had changed into shorts and a t shirt and was just climbing into bed, I nearly had a heart attack when my phone beeped on my nightstand. Hesitating for a second, I grabbed it and opened up the message. It was from Liam.
Are you home? Are you safe? Please let me know
On normal circumstances, I would've smiled at his concern, but not tonight. I was just too confused. But, deciding that it would be cruel to let him worry, I typed a small reply.
I'm home
That was as much as I could say. I honestly didn't know what to say. Everything was a blur to me right now. My thoughts were interrupted yet again by the beeping of my phone.
Please talk to me
This time I didn't reply at all. I still didn't know what to say to him. That I was madly in love with him, ubut felt like his little plaything? I just turned my phone off and fell into bed, ready for a long, sleepless night.
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