15.) GET DOWN, MAKE LOVE

                                    

                                          
A/N: 
Hey hello!
It's 7AM and I haven't slept
Whoooops to me!
But, guess who used their sleepless night to write your new favorite chapter?
                          
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Loljk! Anyway-
                          
This chapter is dedicated to Freddies_Queen  for inspiring my dirty mind. 
                          
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Happy reunion time, y'all! 🥰🥰❤️


                          
"Come home with me?," Sticking my hand up for her to take, relief washes through me when her precious hand slides onto my palm. 
                          
The drive home is not long at all. The entire way, I have made sure to not loosen my grip from Cherie's. And though, I'm concentrated on the dark roads ahead, my fingers swirl around her knuckles, gently rubbing little circles on her skin. 
                          
Once I park inside of our garage, I bring her hand up to my lips and appreciate it with a kiss. "Thank you...," I look deep into her big brown eyes to show her my utter sincerity. A small smile shines through and then quickly fades away. 
                          
She reaches her hand to the side of my face and cups my cheek. Through habitual ritual, I lean against her touch and I can feel my heart start to patch its wounds. Without much thought, I lick my lips and lean further over the center console, but she pulls her hand away from me. Just that minor action..it hurts. 
                          
"Let's go inside, Freddie..," her voice sounds somewhat upbeat, but I can see something off in her lying eyes. She's still worried, it's okay for her to be.
                          
We both get out of the car and I hurry to be beside her as we enter our home. Thanks to Kash helping me, I was able to clean up the place, so it all looks nicely put together. Cherie walks straight to the fridge and pulls out a water bottle. I stand beside her like a lost dog, trying to think of a way to bring forth conversation. She puts the bottle of water back into the fridge and lifts the single gold glowing glass bottle that I must have missed. 
                          
She turns to me, with the beer in her hand and a questioning expression, but before she can ask or open her mouth to make a comment, I take it from her. I turn to walk away, grabbing the bottle opener magnet from the fridge. With a pop of the lid, I look to Cherie who watches my every move as I drain the entire bottle into the sink, walk to the trash bin and fling it away. 
                          
Cherie glides over toward me, but in my mind everything is in slow motion. Her hand grazes mine, but she moves her touch up my arm and around my neck. Her soft, luscious lips press against mine, tenderly. I can feel every lovely sensation of her delicate pout against mine. My breathing becomes heavy as I feel the weight of the world being lifted off my shoulders and all restraints of gravity along with it. Holding her right now, kissing her so softly in the darkness- she's all I've ever wanted. 
                          
I wish so much right now just to swoop her up into my arms and whisk her away upstairs. I just don't want my back troubles to ruin this intimate moment that I have so longed for. It's fascinating how she can read my mind, as she pulls away and my feet touch ground again, she grabs my hand and leads me towards the staircase. 
                          
Once we reach the top level, our bodies irresistibly  attract as we pull one another close and our tongues bewitch each other while our feet blindly shuffle backwards into our bedroom. Cherie pushes me back and lays in our bed, instead of ripping her clothes off like I desperately want to, I lay beside her. She turns on her side and captivated me with a giddy grin on her face. I love to see her genuinely happy. Shes enchanting and alluring and mesmerizing. She is everything.