Kendall wasn't kidding. Dexter was a handful. But it was worth it, since I get to wake up next to Abby every morning. Like this one. Rain just stopped, sun peeking out. Her hair lay across the pillow, beautiful. I pull her close, and try to sleep a little, since it's only eight. But Abby stirs.
"Did I wake you Babe?" I ask looking down. She kept her eyes closed.
"You know what? I think your morning voice is almost as sexy as you beating someone. My little Irish man, beating up my ex. I love it." She kisses my neck, the warmth of her lips shooting through my body, into my veins. I kiss her head, and pull her close.
"Abbs, do you have work today?" I ask.
"Yep. Opens around ten, closes around five. Why?" She looks up at me, her pupils adjusting to the light.
"Oh, no reason." I pull her into a kiss.
"Ew Niall, morning breath." Abby pushes my mouth away, but kisses my cheek. I laugh, and pull her into a hug.
"You know, if you didn't turn me on do much, we would be out of bed already," She mumbles into my shirt.
"Oh, so I turn you on? Do I really?How so?" I ask, looking down at her. She lifts my shirt up.
"Starting with this. Your ripped." I pull down my shirt.
"That's it?" She laughs.
"Of course not! You didn't let me finish! Alright where was I? Well, you like me. And you are sexy, hot, and handsome all at the same time. You are a great singer too.You are funny, care-free, and pay on dates," She scoots closer and closer, with our noses touching.
"The biggest thing, for me is, that you really care about me. And Dexter didn't. You are always there for me, like always." She kisses my nose.
"Thanks Babe," I kiss her on the mouth.
"Niall, honey, morning breath. That's one thing I don't like." She laughs.
"Alright, I'll brush my teeth, don't go anywhere!" I hop out, and run to her bathroom.
Niall walks back in, and climbs in bed. I pull him close, and kiss him hard. I taste mint, and smile. I pull away, and Niall opens his eyes, confused.
"All right Nialler. What do you like about me?" I smile, and look down.
"Well, starting out, you are drop-dead gorgeous. And when you smile, the room lights up. And you, you are so nice. And you laugh is contagious. You like me.You aren't afraid to let me see you without make-up, or eat a lot. And you're smart, funny, and put up with me and my business shit." He laughs. I smile, and kiss him again.
"Thank you Baby," I whisper on his lips. He slips hid tongue on my lip, and I let him in. Our tongues explore each others mouth, and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt that I'm wearing. I pull away then, and crawl out of the warm blankets.
"Alright Niall. I'm hungry. You?" He nods, and rushes out too. He meets me by the doorway.
"I'll trade a kiss for you taking off your shirt," I tempt. Niall sighs, pulls off his shirt. He hands it to me, and I take off mine, showing him my black sports bra, and pull on his night shirt. He takes a fist-full of now my shirt, and pulls me in. I hop up, and kiss him, my hands sliding into his bed head. He carries me to kitchen, and sets me on the island. We kiss, me leaning down, and him reaching up. He pulls away, and I scrunch up my face.
"Alright," I sigh,"I'll make breakfast." I hop down, and Niall follows me. I pull out the toaster, and point to the bread box. He walks over, and grabs some. I push bread into the toaster, and I turn my heel, to get jam and peanut butter. Niall stands in my way. He pats his cheek, and I quick kiss it. Niall moves, and I grab what I need out of the fridge.
"Niall, could you grab the juice?" I ask over my shoulder. I hear the door of the fridge open, and shut. The carton lands by my hand. I spread jam over the still warm bread, and Niall tickles me.
"Niall!" I turn, and get Niall across the cheek with the jam, on accident. I put my hand over my mouth.
"I'm so sorry!!!" I put down the knife. Niall wraps his arms around me. He pulls away, and swipes his finger over my nose, leaving peanut butter on me.
"OH no you didn't!!" I laugh, grabbing a hand of each. I chase Niall around the kitchen, but end up throwing it. I hit him square in the back. He stops, and turns.
"Oh you're going to get it," He chases me, grabbing a fistful of his/my shirt. He pulls me back, and swipes his thumb across my cheek, spreading jelly. I laugh, and kiss his jam spot. I pull away, and see the mark where my lips were.
"Alright, I'll clean you up," I laugh, grabbing a washcloth. I turn him around, and wipe the peanut butter off his back. Niall flexes, and I giggle. I turn him around, and wipe his cheek.
"Gimme that please," He takes my cloth, and wipes it across my nose and cheek. I lean up, and kiss Niall tenderly. He puts his cold hands up my back, and I jump.
"Niall!!! That's so cold!"
"Yea!! That's the point Babe!!" Niall slides his hands up my back, snapping my sports bra. I jump again. He pulls me in, crashing his lips against mine. We make out for a little bit, when I hear his stomach growl. I pull away, and and reach behind me.
"Niall, I think the toast is still warm, if you want it." I pull over a piece of toast, quick slide on the jam, and slide the plate to Niall. He takes a big bite.
"MMmmmmmm. Yummy babe," He smiles through the toast. I bow, and sip my orange juice.
"So, what's the agenda for today?" Niall asks. I smile.
"I have work, but after, what do you want to do?" I spin my cup around.
"Well, I do want to take you on a very important dinner, just the two of us." Niall takes my hands, and kisses me on the cheek. I blush, and smile at him.
"I'm all for it!" I laugh, allowing him to hug me. He plants his hands on my bottom, earning a squeak from me.
"I find that hilarious!" Niall laughs. "Okay, maybe you should get ready for work. It's almost nine-thirty," Niall spins me, and pushes me towards the door way. I allow him shove me to my room. Once in, I walk slowly to my closet.
"I don't wanna dress up," I mumble, pulling out my vest. I toss it to him, and he catches it.
"So, when do you get off?" Niall pulls out his phone to play with.
"Uhm, around five." I pull out my shirt, purple with rhinestones dotting it. I slide Niall's shirt off of me, and pull of my bra. I hear a whistle, but stay having my back to Niall. I grab a cup bra, snap it on, and slide on my shirt. I pull off my pajama pants, and slip on my best pair of jeans. I walk out, and pull on my grey toms. I look up at Niall, and he gives me a thumbs up.
"What should I do to my hair?" I murmur, pulling my vest away from Niall's grasp.
"No, you have to give me a kiss," Niall puckers his lips. I peck him, and take my vest. I slide it on my small shoulders, and button it up. I pull my long hair into a long ponytail. I look into my mirror-Perfect.
"Okay Babe, I gotta go," I sling my purse over my shoulder, and walk to the door. I turn around, and grab Niall's outstretched hands.
"You know what? I think you should call in late," Niall says, interlocking our fingers.
"I can't! We hardly work, although Carrie is having actual times, due to complaints." Niall nods, and opens the door for me.
"Thank you. BYE JAYNE!" I call behind me, walking out. I wave bye to Niall, and walk to my job.