A/N: Hey everyone, here's the sequel one-shot random series for the its former prequel, "Breaking through the years". The title of this story is inspired by the song "Million days" by Sabai. I've felt that this title relates and justifies the title of the prequel. I hope you've liked it. This fic will contain one-shots of different pairings and content. I never could get enough of Ryan/Hil in BTTY. It felt like an undermined pairing, so I'm gonna upload more shots for this pairing. :'D
Suggest ahead of what you'd like to see: Ty/Ash, Kai/Rose, Julia/Tala, Raul/Zane, Delia/Nyhan, Ellie's antics and daily life, Tyson/Kai friendship and moments, Ray's whereabouts? I haven't written much but will do when ideas and inspiartion strike me. I've written this chapter originally in August last year *sweatdrops*
Content/Pairing: Ryan/Hilary. Set in Florida- after they've shifted. Hilary's working in her former University's hospital while Ryan is completing his Internship.
Rating: T+
Genre: Romance (fluff,)
Disclaimer: I do not owe the line, "I've loved you since we were 18," This was taken from the song 18 by our beloved 1D XD.
Ryan/Hilary- Shot 1
Ryan woke up in the midst of arriving dawn of the winters, still in bed. He rubbed his bleary eyes. The white curtain behind their bed swayed and the tiny gap of the windows let the cold air drive in. Hilary was still sleeping, so deep and cuddled in the blanket, dressed in full and heavy woolen clothes. The sight of his girlfriend made him feel to sleep more, cuddled in the warm blanket, protected from the cold, and her into the sleep feeling so full. He leaned towards Hilary and removed free hair tresses from her forehead. Giving up, he lied down, procrastinating the morning walk out like he planned.
He pulled Hilary towards him and snuggled into the same thick blanket they shared. She frowned in her sleep but didn't stir, looking cute. It felt so warm and so inviting. He faced her, but she was in peaceful sleep. He placed an arm around her shoulder and cuddled into sleep.
A few hours later, the cold was even more, and both of them were sleeping, Hilary being the first to wake up. She looked at Ryan who was sleeping. She smiled at him and caressed lovingly his cheek, pushing back his softly flowing tresses. She remembered the last night and it was absolutely beautiful. She and Ryan both loved to fall asleep listening to same song of their favorite and lying close and just being quiet, and last night was the same.
After Ryan returned tired from college because of his ongoing Internship, Hilary was even more tired returning from hospital having so many patients to handle. After doing their chores and having a late dinner together which they both prepared because Ryan didn't want to burden her and he always helped her in kitchen, except when Hilary refused. They took a warm bath, immediately wearing the thick woolen clothes, and drying their hair to fight the cold of winter, they closed the lights for sleep. They lied down on the bed, attempting to go in the night. Hillary just browsed her phone, while Ryan simply watched her in calm interest. Hilary eyed him briefly but she eventually rolled her eyes, kept her phone aside and turned towards him, giving him her full attention,
"Still not tired?" He asked, distance still there between two,
"I'm tired, but its just a secondary addiction." Hilary laughed barely.
"Secondary?" Ryan shook his head.
Hilary giggled, "I knew you'd ask. You're my first addiction, right." She smirked. He laughed and crawled closer to her.
"I didn't knew that. I thought coffee was first, except in mornings that is," he said to her curiously.
"Ah coffee," Hilary said rolling eyes, "I'll keep coffee aside for a while, till I can cuddle against you," she said smiling deeply, balling to warm up and snuggled into him. He smiled and kept an arm around her back.
"You know what's the best thing between us?" Ryan asked.
Hilary pulled back and looked at him, thinking for an answer, "Hmm, that we are usually at the same boat?" Hilary made a wild guess,
"No girl," he patted her sarcastically, "Think,"
"There are so many things good, damn good about us," Hilary said with an obvious.
"That even after long term friendship since we both were 18 which basically makes six years now, we love staying close and talking to each other the most," Ryan smiled, "Even if not close, but we love talking to each other. That's the most interesting thing," he said,
Hilary thought and raised her lip one side, "Yeah, but what's so unique about that," Hilary still was clueless,
Ryan breathed out and gave a nervous smile, "Unlike other couples who would rather change after confession, the more important thing becomes sex and physical intimacy. Talking so much, laughing and just staying close is very rare after they are officially together. That's not with us, that's unique, its opposite" Ryan pointed out. Hilary thought. He was right.
Because in an entire week, even when they were apart, they'd just talk about each other on phones and what's going on, share songs, and even after coming to home, even in tiredness, they would keep talking. Sitting by close and watching movies was often and sex was the least thing that they did. It would be rare and often they just slept talking to each other, teasing, and sometimes Ryan would tickle her to get her tire and make her sleep, but he loved when she flinched and laughed at his tickles.
"You're right, you know," Hilary smiled and dug her head close.
"Are you sleepy?" He asked.
"I'm tired, but not really sleepy," Hilary said in her murmuring voice,
He pulled away, took his earphones and showed her.
She smiled, "Nice,". She took her phone and handed him. He inserted the earphone and played one of their favorite songs, because quite most of the times, their choice of songs was same and ever since their college life, they loved songs and they always shared it. Hilary took one earphone while he did the same. Keeping a distance just enough to look at each other, they held each other as they lied keeping their arms on each other, listening to the loud, beautiful and rhapsodic music. After a few minutes of beautiful silence, Hilary was getting drowsy. Ryan plugged of the earphones from her ear and his and kept the phone aside along with earphones. He covered her neck with sheets pulling it upwards and slept beside, feeling the same.
Hilary woke up and got fresh, taking a warm shower and getting dressed in cream colored woolen fringe weaved top with orange flowers printed on it, wearing midnight blue corduroy pants to match. She squirmed in the coolness of the room. She glanced at Ryan who was awake, resting his face on his elbow, a pillow tucked under armpit, swaying heel of one feet over the top of other feet relentlessly, staring at the phone screen and stroking fingers on it,
Hilary sighed at her lazy boyfriend,
"Get up, Ryan. I know its Sunday but its already ten," Hilary held her waist and looked at him. He gave a nod in acknowledging her.
"I'm not feeling well, Hils. I'll just lie here," he lied openly and Hilary bit her lower lip in comical anger. God, how nicely he lies.
"Oh, what happened to you?" Hilary asked sarcastically in chuckle and he gave a glance to her before continuing with phone.
"I don't know, check me, Doc" He smirked confidently.
She smiled evilly and walked towards him, and coughed softly and sat beside him. He stared at her interestingly, anticipating for her next move,
"Mr Ryan," she licked her tongue, "You're a little unwell," she gave a pretense and placed her fingers on his forehead, "All you need is a good shower, some exercise and help your roommate in kitchen, you'll be perfect," Hilary gave a bright smile, "Trust me,"
Ryan gave a terse smile back, "Thanks Doc, but the only problem is I have a girlfriend, not roommate, and she gave me a good exercise already few nights back and as for showering, I'll do that." Ryan simpered victoriously. Hilary badly flushed and scowled and slapped her fingers on his head.
"You know what," Hilary snickered, "The exercise that you got was unhealthy, you're being deprived of a true exercise, get that one. If you can't," Hilary's fuming facade faded and Ryan paled, "JUST GET OUT OF BED ANYWAY!" She yelled dangerously.
Ryan immediately got up and sprawled out of bed. "And also, the exercise which you're talking about rendered your girlfriend even unhealthy," she smiled sarcastically, and turned off with a victorious payback to head to kitchen. Ryan was taken aback, he shook his head and grabbed her with his arm around her stomach and pulled back and she slipped towards him with a gasp, her back of head crashing on his shoulder,
"Ouch, what was that for?" She asked and attempted to free herself,
He breathed over her earlobes and sighed warmly, sending jitters, "You," he said in a calm voice, "You keep both of us sexually deprived, and that's not at all healthy, Hilary," his husky voice send dozes of tickles down her spine. She gave a deep frown in tension and gulped nothing.
"Talk about being healthy," she dared to stammer and he perked slightly in hope, "Get up early, eat healthy, exercise in GYM, that's more than enough for your health. N-Nights are just bonus, Ryan."
His other hand snaked around her upper ribs, and he slammed her closer against him, "I want more bonus, I deserve," his voice was cravingly domineering and slow.
"Umm," Hilary thought how to answer back, but her stomach growled and his grip loosened, she took the chance to abruptly free herself, and Ryan looked at her hugely relieved face of escape.
"Now, get yourself a shower or else I'll flush you with a bucket of ice water and come to the table for breakfast," she said with a big smile of dominance, "And then," she smirked dangerously, "You want an exercise with me, I'll give you, I promise,"
Ryan's eyes dilated incredibly. Was she serious? He slightly flinched at her unseen intentions.
Hilary grinned and she headed to kitchen preparing fresh toast with scrambled eggs and two cups coffee. The fragrance send hunger in their stomachs to shout out. Hilary kept a magazine aside, reading it throughout the breakfast. Ryan had already showered and was seated opposite to her, eating gently his breakfast. He glanced at her and she'd stare back for a second and then concentrate back on the magazine.
"What is it?" He asked, stopping coffee, keeping a cautious eye on her,
"Its about Lupus, what else it could be about I'd be reading?"
"Ouch, give that a rest. You're reminding me," he said with a cough.
"You okay?" She stared at him apologetically,
"Hm," he gulped the rest of the coffee in one go, and Hilary's mouth opened, "Slow down!" She said hastily.
"I'm done," he said and she gawked at her,
"So...?"
"Why are you reading that?" He asked keeping a sharp eye contact,
"Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged,
"Answer my question," he said pursing his lips,
"I brought that to have things better known and so that I can help you?" She reasoned,
He sighed hopelessly and shook his head, "Leave that, I'll tell you everything about it."
"You read it?" Hilary's eyes blinked.
"I read its volume 2 as well and I'm aware," he said with a smile and got up.
"Alright." Hilary closed the book and he helped her with dishes and cleaned the tiny kitchen.
"Its too suffocating here, how do you cope up?" Ryan said, swiping the counter,
"It is..." she sighed, "We'll shift to a better accommodation. I've asked Dr. Evyan, I'll pay." Hilary said,
"Is it in campus?" He asked in curiosity,
"Yep, beside Library's block," Hilary said, standing on her heels to place the plates on the shelf above.
"Hilary, I was thinking if I could work out at restaurants, the rent and food expenses are hugely-"
"Don't even think about it," Hilary said and gave him a glare. He held her hand and made her look at him, "I'm serious. I feel so bad, Hils," he said with embarrassment.
"Next year, you'll be earning too. What's wrong then?" She stated,
"That's lot of time till then," he reasoned,
"Till then, just enjoy." She said lazily smiling.
He rolled his eyes, he stared at her silently for a second "But you're not letting me enjoy, Hilary babe," he smirked. Hilary's face reddened and she turned abruptly, "I'm cleaning the wardrobe, there's lot of dust," she stomped out of kitchen.
Ryan laughed and Hilary smiled secretly.
Ryan had to sort the book in his desks which were completely messed and he new it would take an hour for him to do so, and he would be bored down. So he plugged in his wireless precious earphones, playing 18 by 1D, his mood turning serene and calmer the moment the music flowed in his ears. He started sorting the books, cleaning the desks, reminiscing the memorable times of college, which brought smiles on his face. Hilary gazed at him and she knew that he was in his beautiful world of rhapsodic music driving him high. She chuckled but continued with cleaning the wardrobe rugs. There was one rule they made: Don't disturb each other when one is listening music on earphones even it is important at least for fifteen minutes. And Ryan's face scowled when anyone disturbed him during his peaceful and euphoric session of listening music. Hilary knew that she better not continue.
After he was done, Ryan sat on his table and began studying old cases and files, checking about his next posting and what he might be needing. It was silent in the small room.
They were staying currently in Ryan's old room of Hostel where he previously stayed during college years and Hilary now being the working Doctor there, couldn't stay as a student in a separate room and she joined in with Ryan.
It was quiet for some time, the whooshing of the dust by the beating, the flipping of pages could be heard... Ryan looked at different cases and at times, he spoke to Hilary when he had doubts,
"How long you think would Acelofenac would take to hamper one's renal?" He asked,
"Depends on other medications as well, usually it takes four to five years," she answered trying to reach out the upper shelf on her heels, thinking it would have been easy if there was a stool.
Ryan rolled the pen on his chin. Hilary's breaths slightly ragged as she struggled to stand on her toes and reach for the upper rag. Ryan's orbs turned to her and he blinked. He got up and stood behind her.
"Is the dust too much?" He asked looking at the rag. Ryan was just two inches taller than her.
"Yeah!" She grunted at the shelf trying to hit it with broom. Ryan smirked. He was standing behind her. He glanced at her legs and crouched down. Her ankles were visible as she had folded her pants upwards as her habit. Ryan wrapped his fingers round her both legs near the ankle. Hilary almost flinched at the sudden touch but he held her firm.
"What are you doing?" She resisted from getting slipped.
"Just stay, look up." He said in calm order.
"You can't-" Hilary sensed his intentions.
"Shush," he grimaced.
She had no option. His hold on her legs tightened and he lifted her up in perfect accord. Hilary's chest inflated in sensation of being lifted above the floor. She didn't know how she could concentrate on cleaning. Ryan's muscles were visible solid, and the ache was still not there. Hilary immediately brushed the rug clean and did it quickly taking care she didn't disturb their equilibrium.
"I'm done Ryan!" She said urgently. His lips stiffened as his muscles got strained and he gently pulled her down on floor and her soles landed on the floor. Ryan's mouth was slightly open for deep breathing while Hilary was beyond shocked. He was sitting with his legs sprawled out. She sat down, getting a need to take a break from the dangerous standing experience and getting lifted above the ground. She gawked at him openly.
She clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes. "Have you gone nuts, Ryan?" She scowled badly. He didn't answer, just staring at her with heavy breaths.
"You're not some super hero! Stop doing out of blue stunts!" She shouted and attempted to get up.
He sighed. But she just gave up and sat in front of him restlessly still scared to stand anymore.
Ryan stretched his hands to loosen the muscles and groaned.
"It hurts." He said and thumped his head on her lap, lying to his relieve, eyes half closed.
"Don't tell me to massage your shoulders now," She said angrily, hurt inwards about his state.
He looked at her with smile. "I won't,"
"And I was kidding, I'm totally okay." Ryan smirked. Hilary raised an eyebrow, "I should have guessed," Hilary closed her eyes in drained off feeling and closed the wardrobe door and rested her back against it, resting her palms on floor. Ryan stretched his hand and took hers and placed it on his head.
"Better now," he said and closed his eyes. She couldn't help but humbly smile as he lied in, his head resting on her both thighs. He attempted to stretch his hand and take a blanket kept close to bed, Hilary leaned forward and brashly pulled the blanket for him. He covered himself and contentedly snuggled against it.
'Cute?' Hilary thought. She knew why he felt so sleepy and drowsy, it was because of the medicine namely Gabapin which he had to take to relieve neuropathic pain, and it caused deep sedation for prolonged hours. She was taking care of him and trying her best to keep him happy, optimistic because that was what needed to keep him alive. With contentment and peace, he wouldn't even need to depend on steroids, he could be independent.
She caressed his forehead with a loving smile, and placed her other hand on his chest which he softly took and held closer enclosing between his arms, keeping it rammed against his heart. She didn't protest for his possessiveness at times, just let him dominate over her. After fully caressing his forehead and fondling his hair, she tried inquisitively to comb his unruly hair through her fingers and she liked different views of it. He was in a deep slumber by this time, breathing deep and slow breaths through slightly open lips. She loved those hushed sounds of his silent breathing. As much as she wanted to kiss him right now, seeing that innocent peaceful face of him, she resisted, she didn't want to disturb his majesty sleep.
'How easily you've made me love you so much, Ryan? Without those romantic moves, ever since college life, how you've made me fall for you? I've loved you since we were eighteen. We started our friendship as being a pretense couple first, tell me when did this ever happened with anyone else?' She pressed her thumbs along the length of his thick black eyebrows, soothing them. 'You were just so lovable in your own skin, just how you were. Those soft smiles, your silent nature, calm face, slow breaths when you're tired and sleeping so much in a day like a tired baby,' she chuckled as she thought, 'and your gentle attitude towards me, how could I have held back my heart from falling for you?' She gave a peck on his head quickly, 'In the start I thought it was probably the hormones, duh. But I'm glad that it was far beyond that. Even if my hormones would have died, I'd have still loved you the same,' she gave a silent soft laugh. She smiled briefly and leaned back against the wardrobe, staring at the plain ceiling, reviving college memories of his room and them. She still don't know about the drunken night she'd landed in his room during 3rd year's fest. Reminiscing about the past times, she fell asleep thinking, her face hung on her shoulder. The room was silent with the sounds of breaths only being heard and two innocent figures lying.
Hilary opened her eyes bleakly and tried to turn off the bleary state of her large ruby eyes. Ryan was standing near the dressing table, rubbing his wet hair brashly whilst scrolling his phone in other hand. His lean built looked sturdy.
"You took an another bath?" She asked,
He turned to see her awake. She got up from the bed and sat.
"Hm, just woke up few minutes back," he said and finally with few aggressive strokes on his hair, he left the towel. She understood that he might have lifted her and placed her in bed.
"You'll catch cold Ryan. Its already winter." She headed to washroom to get fresh,
"I feel sleepy, so I'd to shower again." He mumbled and took out General Surgery magazine from her desk and kept it on,
"The laptop is running good, use it." She said after shutting the bathroom door. Ryan often used laptop to make notes and do little research on subjects and read related articles aside. Though it was Hilary's laptop, she anyway permitted to use him. He opened the laptop and set aside on table while opening the pages of the magazine. He was seated on the chair in front of the desk. Hilary strode out and headed to prepare lunch.
"Anything you'd like to eat in lunch?" She asked him before heading to kitchen.
"Anything is fine." He said without much attention. Hilary headed away. Ryan liked studying peacefully and Hilary would often leave him alone during his studies. He was slow and steady, and just like how boy's wits work, he was sharp in understanding things and quick in typing on laptop to make notes as well. Hilary usually rushed and would miss out few things, later she would come back either to the previous text or him for help.
After few minutes of intensive studying, he picked the laptop to type down the notes while the book was aside open, easy to glance and refer whilst. Feeling his back aching, he shifted himself to bed, leaning against the headboard of soft bed comfortably, keeping the laptop on his lap with the magazine on side pillow. Since it was Hilary's laptop, he was careful to use it because she was serious when it came to her books, phone and laptop. There was a folder on desktop by her name, he didn't open because he knew it was personal and a bit private probably and since it was openly situated on desktop, he believed that Hilary trusted him enough not to open it. He opened the Microsoft word to start writing his notes.
"Ryan! Take calcium supplements!" Hilary yelled from kitchen, his personal favorite reminder- she. He knew that delaying her order would anger her so he set aside the laptop and took the large tablet first. Surprisingly when he sat back and took the laptop, probably because of wrong touch, Hilary's folder opened. He rolled his eyes and attempted to close but his name being named as a title on a Word Doc stunned him. Curiosity got better of him, and he thought for a second before finally opening it. 'What's personal now, we are dating already. I guess I've this right?'
He opened the Doc and it amused him to have her text written starting with 'Dearest Ryan,'. His excitement rose, naive naughtiness evoking in his nerves. He continued reading taking care she didn't catch him.
'How are you, sweetheart? Ha, why are blushing when I'm calling you sweetheart. You used to text me sometimes with that name to me sometimes, remember? But I love how you blush. It just adds bonus to your masculine charm!'
Ryan smirked reading it. He was reading her thoughts openly! He felt even more excited. 'Oh, let's see what she felt more,' he thought.
'Hmm. . . Actually you know, I tried to be cheerful when I started typing because I was missing you so much and though I know you're never gonna read this because, you're just gone... away from me, away from world, to God. But then I'm crying right now! XD. My eyes are getting blurred as I'm trying to type badly fast without wiping this falling tears.' Ryan's eyes widened. He scrolled down to read more,
'I loved your eyes when you pretended not to care, I loved your dimples of your smile that you wear, I loved the shirt that you wore I gifted you on your birthday. I just can't forget how you smell, I loved the way you close your eyes when you hit notes on guitar while you played, your fingers tapping on piano keys. I loved the rare times you teased me. I wish you'd teased me more. T_T
*deep breathing*
I loved you every minute, every second, every moment. Can't believe that the person who gave me so many memories became a memory!'. Ryan's eyes widened and he was almost gasping. His love for her suddenly multiplied through his heart and veins. He scrolled down hastily to read more, even though Hilary just walked in but she'd no idea about what he was doing, she headed to basin to wash her face,
'Why did you leave me Ryan? :'l
Why? I'm sorry I left you when you're in hospital. But I got very scared when Grandpa was sick. He is like my own Grandpa Ryan. But that doesn't mean that you were not important. How could you even think of it? Now that you are not there, this guilt is haunting me that you died because of me. When you died, I went insane in that hospital. I cried so much but you didn't move, didn't wake, I fell unconscious meanwhile in the grief. I fell sick for next few days! I wanted to die right that moment to be with you!
I loved you, I've loved you since we were eighteen, didn't you see that? T_T'
Ryan closed the file but kept a sharp stare on her back as she wiped her face and combed her hair through fingers. Loved filled his nerves, jolting in realizations and serenity. He got up from the bed, slamming the laptop flippantly on the bed, and headed to her. Unaware of his intentions and actions, she was caught off guard when he held her from back and swirled her to face him. She blinked in surprise, "Huh, what-"
"Shushh," he clasped both her hands in his one and enclosed other hand around her back.
"Just stay. Don't move," he said in a low slow voice, filled with need and love. His face was so close to hers. She gawked at him as he nuzzled into croon of her neck and placed soft love bites and kisses. She closed her eyes and stood obediently quiet, not protesting and reacting. He gently sucked her collar bone and she vaguely squirmed and moaned slowly with the effect. He rose his head and looked into her slightly dilated eyes, and what shook her was his moistened eyes that he was trying to hide.
"I love you so much," he said in pleading and broken voice. He left her caged hands and stared at her wordlessly in deep thoughts. Hilary's mind was on a train trying to understand this suddenness of priceless moment. He caressed her hair softly and leaned towards her face, keeping centimeters apart distance receding and capturing her lips with his, and pouring his heart out in the tryst he was making. Hilary responded fervently to his intimate love. Her hands clutched back of his neck and she pulled him closer, letting him into her mouth to explore. She sensed no rush in his moments, it were delicate and slow with no domineering. She could have rather overpowered but his slowness of wrestling her tongue reluctantly held her back. She wanted him to power her but he was doing it deeply slow. She clasped his hair in aggression and he got what she meant. He moved back, still keeping his face very near,
"I'm not making love, sweetheart. I'm just loving you." He said huskily and she almost gasped. She bit her lip and gulped, she said bravely "You said I keep you sexually deprived, then just let me remove that depri-"
"About that," he smiled, "Its okay, I was just trying to tease you." He cupped her cheek with one hand, "You keep me filled, you never deprived me of love."
Her cheeks blushed in elation, and praise.
"You don't know how much I love you. You still don't have idea," she said, looking at his nose bridge, not meeting his eyes,
"Maybe I still don't have the full idea," he closed his eyes and touched his forehead with hers.
"Don't take it to heart when I said deprivation. I would want more of you, but we can have that once we stop dating," he said. Hilary blinked in slight surprise.
"What?" She attempted to move back to see him,
"I'll make you my wife then, baka." He said. A excited smile crawled on her lips. He kissed her cheek, "Hilary Tachibana, you'll become Hilary Finlay." He gave a teasing smile to her.
"When is that going to happen?" She giggled, squirming intentionally into his arms.
"Anytime you say," he dragged her to the bed and made her sit and straddle on his lap, enclosing her waist in his arms, she held his shoulders and pouted at him, but then a simple smile came over,
"What have gotten into you suddenly, romance?" She giggled,
"Your hidden deep feels." He said confidently,
Hilary raised her eyebrow, "Ooo, is that so? You're mistaken, Ryan." She giggled.
"You think so?" He protested,
"Yes, I'm bold, you're soft. I'm storm, you're calm. I'm wild, you're slow. In all aspects, you can't evaluate my feels. It's non-evaluable."
"Firstly, all what you've said is wrong. I am bold even though I'm soft, I'm-" She leaned and kissed him on lips in suddenness before he could continue and pulled back,
"That was just to tease you. Score settled." She smirked. He frowned at her, "That's my right, you can't tease me, Hils," he tickled on her waist and she shook violently. They fell on bed and he continued tickling her evoking more giggles and laughter from her.
"Ryan! Stop it!" She laughed harder as his hands crawled under her top, intentionally tickling her ribs and waist. "Ryan, enough!" Her stomach ached from laughing. She tried escaping but he held down her in her place.
"Ryan, dude, stop it , please!" She said on low giggles, loosing her energy. He stopped, holding her closely and laughing softly at each other. "Don't do that." She said. He smiled at her and pinched her waist and she shook badly,
"Ryan! Damn you're becoming so naughty," she squirmed, "Who has given you this much naughtiness?"
"You're making me go even naughtier!" He said in laughing smile.
"I'm your girlfriend! I'm wondering what you'll do after I become your wife!" She laughed charmingly.
"I'll do so many things. I've not planned yet though." He locked her legs in between his and wrapped an arm around her.
"But I'll also get my rights for my dear husband, then." Hilary smirked.
"What you'll do," he asked, their moods were high and almost drunken without actually drinking.
"Well," she thought, "I'll rob your wallet, try your shirts, keep my freezing feet between yours, kiss you mercilessly even when you're tired, make you listen songs with me for hours even when you're tired. That would be for starters," she smirked. Ryan felt hot under her daring plans.
"You can do it all, spare my warm feet though." He giggled. She smiled and sighed and silently stared at him. He stared at her back softly. For sometime, they just stopped talking.
"There's something in that eyes of yours that promises me every night that you'll love me so much." He said suddenly but softly. She blinked. "God, you're so gorgeous," he whispered in a low stupor, gently caressing her cheeks through his fingers. Hilary bit her cheeks in flush, speechless.
"You make me beautiful," she took his hand in hers, playing with his fingers,
"Then allow me to make you more beautiful, Hils," he held her hand and intertwined with her fingers. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, tossing it aside. She got up slowly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," she mumbled.
A/N: The scene of Ryan lifting Hilary's feet was inspired my own experience when my lil brother attempted to lift me similarly. XD The next chapter would be again for Ryan/Hilary. ;D Hope you enjoyed their slow moments!