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littledrummeraussie · 3 years

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 1

Ashton wasn’t sure what woke him so early in the morning – it definitely wasn’t Tyler bouncing on the bed with Bailey hot on his heels, barking from the door because he knew he wasn’t allowed in the master bedroom. And it wasn’t Henry either because he would have been already up if he heard his younger son crying for one of you. He found that the house was dark and quiet, and that his back was cold even though the sheets were wrapped around his body the way he liked them. He squinted an eye at the clock on his nightstand, the green digits showing 4.38 AM, slowly ticking towards Christmas morning.

He reached backwards, fingers looking for the body that was never too far away, wanting to wrap his arm around his lover and go back to sleep. But the bed was empty, the sheets almost cold where he grasped them, and he sleepily turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. Propping himself up on his elbow Ashton looked around the room, searching for any sign where you could be, and when finding none he kicked off his blankets, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor to look for you.

There were no sounds coming from the closet or the bathroom so he checked the guest bedroom where he usually found you curled up in bed with the boys and Bailey for an afternoon nap. A smile pulled at his lips as he saw his sons sleeping soundly in the big bed with the dog keeping them company, guarding their dreams. Ashton still remembered the day he brought home the puppy as a gift to you, just a month before finding out that you were pregnant with Tyler. For a while he wasn’t sure that keeping the dog was a good idea, especially as he grew bigger by the day and with Tyler’s due date drawing closer he needed to realize that he was scared how Bailey would react to the new addition to the family.

But Bailey was in love with his new little owner from the moment you brought him home from the hospital, and the two of them were inseparable to the point that you let go of all the previously set rules and let him climb up on the sofa to curl around the little boy while he slept. When Henry was born you let Tyler introduce his brother and the dog to each other, ready for every possible outcome, and happily finding out that Bailey loved the new baby just as much as he loved Tyler.

Ashton stepped closer, tucking the sheets back around his sons, lightly chuckling as Bailey snored next to the sleeping boys. Tyler begged you to let them all sleep together in the guest bedroom since it was Christmas and neither of you could say no to him as he hugged the dog’s neck, both of them giving you puppy eyes and an all too familiar pout that Ashton was sure was your genetics. Henry fell asleep during the first five minutes of your bedtime story, and Tyler wasn’t far behind as he clutched his favourite stuffed animal with Bailey snuggled behind him. With the boys sleeping it was time to put all the presents under the tree and stuff the stockings you hung over the fireplace, both of you giggling as you shared the cookie and milk left for Santa. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, and Ashton buried his face in your hair, mumbling one last ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes.

He made his way back to the hallway and down the stairs, ready to look for you in the living room or the kitchen. The lights were already up on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and another smile pulled at his lips as he finally found you snuggled up in front of the window, a big fluffy blanket wrapped around your legs with an empty mug sitting on your lap. When you heard his footsteps you looked up at Ashton, smiling back at him as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“There you are,” his voice was slightly scratchy, still heavy with sleep, and he nuzzled his nose against your skin, smearing a kiss on your lips. “Was scared Santa took you because I was a naughty boy this year.”

“I like a naughty boy,” you giggled, kissing his pouty lips, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his head. “Just wanted a little peace and quiet before the boys wake up. I love them, but they are little firecrackers.”

“Wonder where they’ve got it from,” Ashton grinned, knocking his forehead against yours. “Can I join you?”

“Only if you bring me more hot chocolate,” you tapped a finger against your empty mug, making Ashton chuckle.

“Of course, hot mama,” he blew a raspberry on your cheek before going to the kitchen, your giggles making his heart skip a beat.

He busied himself with making hot chocolate for the both of you, his eyes meeting yours every now and then, sharing smiles and winks as he put an extra dose of marshmallows into your mug and a little more whipped cream than necessary on top of his own – after all, it was Christmas. You held onto both mugs as he settled behind you, legs bracketing you in, pulling another blanket around his shoulders as you snuggled up together. Ashton rested his chin on top of your head, taking small sips of his drink as he held you close, enjoying the quiet moment he got to spend with you.

“Remember London?” Ashton asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, knowing all too well that you could never forget about London.

“I kinda miss the snow, you know,” you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him. “Makes me wish the kids could have a white Christmas.”

“I think we could take a trip next year. Maybe not London, but definitely somewhere where there is snow.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” you reached for his free hand, fingers tangling together in your lap, and you felt Ashton’s ring knock against your own, making you smile.

“I would miss a thousand flights for you,” he whispered against your temple, pressing a kiss onto your hairline while squeezing your hand.

“We both know you did not miss your flight, Ash,” you gave him a cheeky smile while tapping his nose, making him scrunch up his face in a giggle. “But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Thank God for snowstorms, right?”

*****

“You’ve got to be shitting me!”

Your eyes lifted from the book you were reading, trying to kill your time while you waited for news about your delayed flight. The terminal was packed with confused and irritated people, all of them wanting to get real information why the planes weren’t landing or taking off. The guy sitting from across you mumbled another curse as he listened to the woman talking on the loudspeaker, announcing that the flight to Sydney will be delayed for another two hours or so. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tapped his phone, rapidly texting someone before pocketing it again, legs bouncing nervously. You knew the feeling all too well – your plane back to Los Angeles has been delayed three times already, and deep down you were ready to spend the night at the terminal, curled up in a plastic chair; you already knew you won’t make it back home on time.

Another 30 minutes passed before the announcements finally came – one after the other flights got cancelled because of a snowstorm hitting London. The crew worked hard to at least help the planes land, but you caught word that there won’t be any take offs for the next few days. You still held onto the little bit of hope you had that your trip back home will happen; they did not say anything about cancelling your flight yet. Your handsome stranger wasn’t so lucky – as they started listing off another set of cancelled flights he realized that the one to Sydney won’t be taking off, making him kick his chair as he scrambled for his phone again.

He paced the floor in front of you as he called one person after the other, quickly going to the front desk for more information before coming back and continuing his phone calls. You kept an eye on his things while you’ve read just to be sure he doesn’t come back to missing bags and another misfortune to deal with. A series of colourful curses caught your attention as he plopped down in a chair, pushing the button on his phone and trying to make it work, and you were sure he was seconds away from throwing it to the floor.

“You wanna borrow mine?” you found yourself asking, and his head snapped up, blinking at you. “Or if you need a charger I can give you one.”

“Uhm– yeah. A charger would be great, thanks,” he closed his fingers around the phone before standing up and stepping to you, and you reached into your bag to hand it to him. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you gave him a smile, nodding to the wall behind you. “You can plug it in here. I don’t mind.”

He mumbled another quick ‘thank you’ before plugging in his phone, and as he waited for it to switch back on he brought over his bags, settling down next to you. Another set of phone calls were made, apologies spilling out of him as he tried to let everyone know that he will be a few days late, don’t worry about him, he will figure this out, he just won’t be home for Christmas.

“Still hoping that plane will take you to Sydney?” you rested your head back against the wall when he finished yet another call. “Or are you planning on set up camp here for the next 3 days?”

“You don’t seem like someone who plans on leaving either. So where’s gonna be your tent?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, making you chuckle.

“They did not cancel my flight. Yet,” you added, knowing that it was a possibility that you have to spend the next few days here.

There was static coming from the loudspeaker again, making everyone turn quiet as the woman from before announced that unfortunately the weather was so bad that all flights got cancelled for the next few days. You looked back at your stranger who gave you a knowing look, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you over all of this.”

“That my name is Y/N.”

“Ashton,” he held out his hand and you shook it, both of you holding onto the other just a little longer than it was necessary. “Should we set up camp now?”

*****

“Whose clever idea was it to rent a room and share it?” you scooped a melted marshmallow onto your spoon, holding it up to Ashton’s mouth.

“Probably mine,” he mumbled around the sticky sweetness, licking the rest off the spoon. “Not that you objected.”

“I really didn’t want to sleep at the airport,” the confession wasn’t anything new, but still to this day it made you blush. “I just wanted a shower and a few hours of sleep.”

“And you ended up with a bed full of me,” grinning Ashton pressed a series of kisses along your cheek, nuzzling close to you and rubbing his scruffy chin against your skin, making you laugh. “Shh, don’t wake the kids!”

*****

“Are you sure about it?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here.”

There was much less commotion now that people started to accept the fact that the snowstorm over London was no joke and that all flights were cancelled. You’ve spent another two hours sitting in your chairs with Ashton, talking about whatever came to mind as you waited for things to calm down, contemplating your options. He offered to buy you a warm drink and both of you moved to the Starbucks that was mostly empty now, your little corner secluded and quiet in the place that never seemed to stop.

He was scrolling through his phone for a long time before finally looking up at you, and you rubbed your eyes, trying to stay awake. Your plans originally included a long nap on the plane, followed by another 12 hours of rest to sleep off your jetlag. Cancelled plane rides and being stuck in London wasn’t on your list, yet here you were, drinking hot chocolate with a stranger who was just as lost as you were.

“I’ve found a hotel room nearby,” Ashton announced, pushing his foot against yours under the table. “We could split and stay until we can both travel home.”

“You don’t even know me,” you rested your chin in your hand, playing with your empty paper cup. “I don’t know you. Sharing a room sounds like a crazy idea.”

“What I know is that you’re about to fall asleep right at this table, and that I don’t plan on staying here for 3 days if I can help it. I also don’t plan on leaving you here since you were really nice to me and I could use the company,” Ashton shrugged his shoulder, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “And… it’s Christmas. No one should be alone.”

“So you don’t think I’m a crazy fan trying to take advantage of you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling and kicking your foot against his, making him huff out a laugh.

“Geez, you’re so weird,” he shook his head. “You couldn’t even remember the band’s name even after I’ve told you it five times. Five times, Y/N!”

“You’ve also told me it was 500 Years of Winter and made me listen to a song that was called Pizza.”

“That look on your face was priceless,” his smile was wide, making dimples appear on his cheeks, and you needed to remind yourself to start breathing again.

“Are you sure about it?” you stirred the conversation back to the topic, biting your bottom lip. “Do you really want to share a room with me?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here,” he took both empty cups to throw them away, holding his hand out to you in invitation. “So – are you coming?”

“You know… I could really use a shower,” you slipped your hand in his, letting him help you up.

Something caught both of your attention, eyes meeting before slowly looking up above you, finding a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, placed perfectly over the table you’ve shared. His eyes were hazel with green and gold flecks, and you’ve realized you were staring at him for longer than you should have. Ashton’s lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the bottom one before quickly licking over it, another blush colouring his cheeks. A moment passed, and you both let out an awkward chuckle, stepping away from the table, mumbling about silly holiday traditions. But it was too late – the spark was already there.

*****

“I really wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe,” Ashton wrapped both arms around you, and you burrowed against his chest, head resting over his heart.

“I wanted you to kiss me,” you pressed your lips against his throat, following the line of his shirt to the back of his neck, turning so you could straddle his thighs. “I remember getting lost in your eyes.”

Your fingers played with the short curls at the nape of his neck, foreheads knocked together as you stared into each other’s eyes. Ashton tilted his head forward, brushing his lips against yours in an almost kiss, tongue poking out to lick the corner of your mouth. You both giggled and Ashton curled his palms around your jaw, pulling you in for a real kiss, one that took both your breaths away.

“I wonder if you would have tasted like this back then,” he mumbled against your lips, voice full of longing and nostalgia.

“You’ve bought me a hot chocolate, so I would like to think so,” you pecked his nose, brushing the stray curls back from his forehead. “I wonder if you’ve looked for mistletoes after our missed chance.”

“I was ready to drag you under one for a kiss,” Ashton squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer to himself. “But I guess we didn’t need one in the end.”

*****

“Hey, I’ve called ahead to reserve a room for two,” Ashton lightly tapped his fingers against the counter, smiling at the girl behind the desk. “Under Fletcher Irwin.”

The lobby was heavily decorated with Christmas ornaments and sparkly garlands, and you could see a tall Christmas tree behind a set of glass double doors, probably leading to the other side of the hotel and the restaurant. You felt slightly overwhelmed by the place and the fact that you’re gonna spend the next few days here with a man you barely know, but you’ve tried to tell yourself that this was an unexpected emergency case, and anything was better than sleeping at the airport. Ashton said something and the girl giggled before looking at you, a knowing smile spreading across her face as she handed the keys to him, wishing the both of you a pleasant stay at the hotel.

Ashton stepped back next to you to grab both of your heavy bags and suitcases, ushering you towards the elevator. The ride up to the 7th floor was quickly over, and you dragged your stuff to the room at the end, ready to drop for the night. Ashton opened the door for you, letting you go in first.

“They’re sending up some dinner in half an hour,” he said as he closed the door, locking it behind his back. “In case you’re hungry.”

“If I can stay up that long then I’m sure gonna appreciate it,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Come, let’s settle down and then you can shower first,” he tugged off his jacket, moving behind you to help you with your own coat. “Here, let me help you.”

“You’re way too nice to me,” you chuckled, giving him a pointed look. “I’m onto you.”

“My Mom taught me manners,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle of his own, hanging up your coats before kicking off his shoes. “It’s just who I am.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you,” there was a bashful smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, and to take the attention off of him he nodded towards the bedroom. “Let’s check that out, shall we?”

You turned around and stepped into the dark room, fingers fumbling for the light switch. When you’ve found it you flicked it on, making the room light up. You felt a blush heat your cheeks as your eyes looked around the room, biting your lip in the process.

“Uhm– Ashton?”

“Yeah? What’s that?” he stepped next to you and you saw the moment realization hit him as well.

“There’s only one bed.”

*****

“Do you think we were set up?” your forehead rested on his shoulder, fingers drawing over the lines on his palm, and you felt Ash push his cheek against the top of your head, humming slightly.

“You still think the girl at the front desk did it?” his other hand settled on your waist, drawing the same patterns on your skin.

“Maybe,” you chuckled, tangling your fingers together. “Maybe not. But I do remember you asking for separate beds. Twice.”

“I did tell you I was okay with sleeping on the couch,” Ashton moved so he could pull your interlocked hands to his lips, kissing over your knuckles and your ring. “More than two times.”

“I just didn’t think it would be fair, you know?” you still played with his fingers, giving him a pout. “You offered me that we could share a room, so making you sleep on the couch after that… no, I couldn’t do it.”

“Y/N…” Ashton nudged his nose against yours, tilting your chin up to press his lips to your lips, whispering against them. “Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

*****

There were phone calls made down to the front desk, but it was clear that they couldn’t do anything about the situation – all the other rooms were full already. You pulled your legs under yourself on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest as Ashton asked once again if they were sure, but as he finished the call you knew he did not succeed.

“Look, it’s… it’s fine,” you’ve tried to break the sudden tension between you two, not wanting to spend the next few days awkwardly stepping around each other. “The bed’s big enough, I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“No, look, I– I’ve promised you your own bed, and I’m gonna keep my promise,” Ashton ran his fingers through his hair, giving you a forced smile. “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch. I’ve done it a hundred times before, it’s nothing new.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Ashton quirked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged your shoulder. “My Mom also taught me manners and told me to share what I have with those who have less than me.”

“Trust me, it’s no trouble at all,” he shook his head, standing up when there was a knock on the door. “It’s probably our dinner, I’ll go get it.”

While you ate your food you’ve tried a few more times to make Ashton change his mind, but he brushed off your offers even though you could sense a small crack in his armour when you gave him a pout. He made a joke about how you should stop with the puppy dog eyes, and you were quickly back to teasing each other like the discussion about your sleeping arrangements didn’t happen at all.

An hour later you were out of the bathroom, freshly showered and feeling like a brand new person. Ashton was lounging on the couch, getting used to his bed for the next few days; he gave you a smile when you passed him, eyes lingering on your form just a second too long before going back to his phone. You pretended that you did not just blush under his gaze as you pulled the robe tightly around your body.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now,” you leaned against the doorframe as he looked up at you again. “I see you’ve already taken your side of the bed to the couch.”

“I promise you I’ll be fine,” he chuckled, sitting up. “Stop worrying about me.”

“Are you really sure…?”

“I’m sure, trust me.”

“Alright,” you held his gaze for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. “Good night, Ashton.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You could feel his eyes on your back as you closed the door, almost turning back around to ask him one more time. You heard as he was moving around in the small living room, probably setting up his makeshift bed before going to the bathroom to shower. With the blanket pulled up to your chin you listened to Ashton’s sounds, letting them slowly lull you to sleep.

But your rest didn’t last long as you found your eyes opening in an hour or two, trying to work out where you really were. Then it all came back to you – the delayed and cancelled flights, your handsome stranger and how he bought you coffee and offered you to stay in a hotel room together. How there was only one bed and how Ashton promised you that he was absolutely okay with sleeping out on the couch. You could hear a slight bit of moving coming from the living room, quiet snores breaking the silence around you. Another moment passed and you slipped out of bed, opening the door and looking out into the next room.

Ashton was sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, a leg hanging off to the side as he slept. It didn’t look comfortable at all, and without thinking twice about it you slowly moved to the couch, crouching down next to him on the floor. You felt your heart beating in your ears, your throat working around silent words as you tried to speak them. A finger brushed against his forearm, stroking over tattoos you didn’t know were there, and he moved his arm above his head, burrowing against his pillow.

“Ashton,” your voice was only a whisper, knuckles lightly running down his arm again, slowly moving to his forehead to brush the hair back from his face. He hummed in his sleep, leaning into your touch before his eyes fluttered open.

“What’s wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes to wake up a bit more.

“No, nothing, I just– just come to bed, please,” your hands fell into your lap, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as Ashton propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve thought we were over this,” his fingers ran through his hair, a confused expression on his face.

“I know and I’m sorry, but please understand that my conscious won’t let me sleep until you’re out here on the couch,” you were well-aware of the pout on your lips, the one that seemed to work on Ashton, and he let out a sigh. “The bed is big enough for two. We can sleep on the two ends, I really don’t mind.”

“Only because my back is killing me,” he finally sat up, moving his neck and shoulders to work out some kinks in it. “Alright, lead the way.”

He pulled the blanket around his shoulders while you grabbed the pillows from the couch, shuffling back to the bedroom with Ashton following you. You moved your bedding to the far side of the bed, piling his pillows onto his side before sliding back under your sheets. Ashton climbed up next to you, quickly finding a comfortable position for himself as he buried his face in his pillow.

“Will you be able to sleep now?” he yawned, smacking his lips as he burrowed into his blankets.

“Mmhh, yeah. Good night, Ashton,” you turned so your back was facing him, and you heard him do the same.

“Night-night,” he whispered, probably already falling back to sleep, and you closed your eyes, trying to do the same. He shuffled around a bit, lightly jolting the mattress until he settled down then a moment later you heard him mumbling. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home – finished

series tag. | story tag.

total word count: 19.168 words tags/warnings:

in the past: cancelled flights. there’s only one bed. strangers falling in love during Christmas. sexual tension which finally gets resolved.

in the present: dad!Ashton and fem!mom!reader being cute and flirty in general during Christmas morning. nostalgia. tooth rotting fluff. sexual situation in an established relationship (I mean obviously - they are married babes).

more at the beginning of every chapter.

part 1: "Thank God for snowstorms, right?"

part 2: "Home is not a place, but a person."

part 3: "How did we end up having sex?"

part 4: "Even then you have felt like home."

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin smut #afic: at christmas all the roads lead home #series: at christmas #masterlist #finished

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 3

“How did we end up having sex?” your head leaned back against Ashton’s shoulder and he huffed with a chuckle, wrapping his arms more tightly around you.

“It was probably the eggnog we had with dinner. Or was it champagne?” his cheek rested against your temple and you nuzzled a little closer to him. “I don’t remember.”

“Or just the undeniable sexual tension,” you giggled, turning back to wash your used mugs and put them on the rack to dry. “There was a lot of flirting for sure.”

Bailey has already gone back upstairs to the boys and you decided to clean up a bit before doing the same. Ashton stepped behind you the moment you went to the sink and pushed his body against your back, locking you in his embrace. He lightly swayed with you, humming to a Christmas song that got stuck in his head from last night and before you knew it he already pulled you away from the counter, turning you around to grab your hand and waist and suddenly you were dancing in the kitchen, both of you barefoot and in your sleep clothes.

“We haven’t danced in forever,” he kissed the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin, and you melted against him, letting out a sigh.

“I remember dancing with you in our room,” you turned your head a little, pressing your lips against his in a sweet peck. “Before you’ve kissed me.”

“I still remember how you’ve looked in the Christmas lights,” he knocked his forehead against yours, eyes hooded but full of love. “Absolutely breathtaking. Just like now.”

“I was in a nice dress and heels and now I’m in my PJs,” you rolled your eyes with a smile as Ashton guided you towards the living room, dipping you a little before pulling you back against his chest.

“Told you: breathtaking,” he pushed his lips against yours, making it clear that the discussion was not up for debate anymore. “Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

With that Ashton pulled your hips against his and you giggled into the crook of his neck as you felt his hard-on press against your stomach. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, smearing kisses on his cheek and lips, his only answer a breathy sigh.

“Is that for me?” you bit your bottom lip, a faint blush on both of your cheeks. “Do I still have that effect on you?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” he buried his face in your hair, taking another deep breath, inhaling you. “It’s been 7 years and I still fall in love with you every day.”

*****

“Have dinner with me?”

“I thought we just did that for the last two nights,” your eyes followed Ashton as he rounded the coffee table, sitting down next to you on the couch.

He’s been away for an hour, wanting to call up some people and have a walk while you finished watching a movie, still wearing your PJs and wrapped in one of the blankets. Ashton’s cheeks were pink from the cold (or maybe a blush that hid there), curls hanging over his forehead dampened by the snowy weather. His fingers ran through his hair to push it back, pulling his legs up on the sofa before slowly sliding a foot under your blanket, his toes cold against your bare ones even through his sock.

“I know, but… this is different,” he finally looked up at you when you didn’t pull away from his touch. “They are offering a fancy dinner for the guests downstairs and I thought that we could go too. There’s also a chance that I have already asked them to reserve a table for us.”

“You seem pretty confident that I’ll say yes,” you teased him, a smile pulling at your lips; both of you already knew the answer to his question.

“You’ve just told me that we’ve been having dinner together for the last two nights,” he quirked an eyebrow at you. “So why would tonight be any different?”

“You just told me it’s gonna be different,” you giggled and Ashton rolled his eyes at you. “But I would love to have dinner with you, yeah. Thank you for asking.”

Later that evening, when you were getting ready for dinner you found yourself thinking about this occasion and what it meant. Ashton could have just ordered dinner for the two of you, asking for room service and be done with it like any other night before. But he asked the staff to reserve a table for you, asked you if you wanted to join him – and that sounded a lot like a date for you. Even if it was only for one night.

Ashton was already waiting for you in the living room wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a button or two undone at his neck. The moment he heard you entering he looked up, eyes going wide and lips parting, and you felt yourself blush under his gaze. You knew the little black dress looked good on you, but you did not expect a reaction like this from him – even if you were hoping for it. He quickly caught himself and stood up from the couch, stepping to you and looking you over.

“You look… breathtaking,” he finally said, his gaze locked on yours. “Are you sure you’re my date?”

“I don’t remember anyone else asking me,” the little word made your heart beat quicker and you chuckled, making Ashton do the same. “You’re really handsome as well.”

“Shall we then?” he motioned for the door and you nodded, leaving the room together.

Ashton offered his arm to you when you stepped outside and you accepted it, letting him lead you towards the elevators. Your eyes lingered on each other, smiles and giggles were shared as you arrived downstairs to the restaurant. He gave his name to a waiter and she led you to a table at the back, giving you some time to settle down. Ashton pulled the chair out for you, his fingers brushing against your shoulder before he sat down as well, his hand reaching for yours almost unconsciously before pulling it back like he didn’t do anything.

The waiter came back for your drink orders, and you both quickly decided that eggnog wasn’t really something you wanted to have, so you agreed on a glass of champagne to celebrate the holiday. Your drink and food soon arrived and a comfortable silence settled over the table, only interrupted by giggly remarks and not-so-quiet whispers that left the two of you breathless with laughter. Stealing bites from the other’s plate wasn’t surprising anymore, so you just let your foot lightly kick against Ashton’s whenever he reached over the table for which he curled his ankle around yours, giving you a toothy grin and a wink.

Maybe it was the champagne giving you courage, or maybe you just couldn’t help yourself anymore, but with dinner over and the two of you still sitting there sharing stories you let your hand wander, fingers lightly stroking over Ashton’s arm where it rested on the table. He followed you with his eyes, slowly turning his wrist so you could brush against the moon tattoos on the inside of his arm, drawing over the inked lines with your fingertips. You wanted to take a better look at them since that very first night, and it seemed like Ashton didn’t mind you exploring – the content smile pulling at his lips told you that he was more than okay with your ministrations.

Someone stepped to your table and you were ready to pull back, feeling like you had forgotten about yourself but Ashton loosely tangled your fingers together at the last moment, giving them a light squeeze. Your waiter was back with two plates that she put in front of you, telling how the cakes were a gift from the house as part of the fancy dinner you just had. When she left Ashton gave one more comforting squeeze to your hand before letting you reach for your fork to start on your dessert.

“I can already see you eyeing up my chocolate cake,” you took a bite of your dessert while giving Ashton a knowing look and he shrugged with a grin, a sparkle in his eyes.

“You should know me by now,” he licked some whipped cream off his fork, eyes never leaving you. “I swear they’ve brought two different cakes on purpose.”

“Want a bite?” you offered with a smile and Ashton nodded without hesitation.

You cut off a piece and leaned over the table, holding the fork up for him. Ashton opened his mouth, taking the offered cake between his lips, and that was the moment when the both of you realized that you actually used your own fork to feed him – and that you really didn’t mind sharing it with him. Your eyes were locked on each other as he licked his lips before complimenting the cake, already cutting off a piece from his own dessert and sharing it with you, this time using his own fork to feed it to you.

A smile was shared between the two of you, a light giggle bubbling up from your chest as you both turned back to your cakes. You’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone on a first date.

*****

“You think we could move to the couch?” Ashton lightly nipped your ear, fingers pushing under your shirt at your waist, his touch familiar and warm against your skin. “Just wanna make out with you like we used to.”

“How about you get the fire going…” you nodded towards the fireplace, a glint in your eyes. “…and we could do a little more than just making out, huh?”

*****

“Thank you for the dinner invitation. It was really lovely spending time with you. Again.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

With dinner over you’ve decided that it was time to go back to your room and maybe watch another Christmas movie while trying to get news about your cancelled flights, seeing if the snowstorm settled down enough that you could travel again. There were no more words between you as you stepped into the elevator, the silence as comfortable as it always has been.

Ashton’s eyes were following the floor numbers while the back of his hand brushed against your hand, and you felt him curl his pinky finger around your own, the touch slow and a bit tentative until you let your fingers tangle with his, your hands loosely interlocked and slightly swinging between the two of you. His eyes moved from the numbers to you, giving you a soft look as his thumb stroked over your skin, and for a moment you let your head rest against his shoulder, your eyes closing as a hundred scenarios ran through your mind.

The elevator stopped with a short ding!, pulling you out of your daydreams. Ashton lightly tugged on your hand and led you down the hallway to your room, his hand still holding onto yours. He fumbled with the key, his cheeks slightly pink as he finally opened the door and let you inside. You knew he felt it too, how something has happened between the two of you, how the world shifted just a little bit inside the quiet of your hotel room, how something has changed between the then and the now.

The room was still dark with only the small Christmas tree giving off a colourful glow, and you let yourself get lost in the festive feeling of the holiday as you watched the lights dance around. You felt Ashton step behind you, his shoulder brushing against yours for a moment before you heard music coming from somewhere and his hand reached for yours, making you turn around. His phone was lying on the table, a slow song playing on the tiny speakers as he offered his hand to you and without hesitation you slipped your hand in his, the other one quickly finding its place up on his shoulder as he curled an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

There was something really beautiful in that moment, something that took your breath away – maybe the Christmas lights or the music, or maybe just Ashton himself with his hazel eyes and dirty blond hair, looking at you like you were the single most beautiful thing in the entire world. You slowly swayed together, lips parted and eyes almost unblinking, like you were scared the moment would be broken if one of you blinked. The music slowly faded away, leaving the both of you in the silence, still holding onto each other.

Your hands slipped around his neck, fingers playing with the fabric of his black shirt as they smoothed over the collar, sliding down on the lapels and skipping over the first two buttons until you got to the one that was still done up on his chest. You lightly fumbled with the button, slowly undoing it and going for the next, fingertips just brushing against his skin under the fabric. But then you felt Ashton reach for your wrists and pull them back on his shoulders, and you felt heat crawl up your neck; in that moment you were sure you have misread all the little signs and that he will tell you that you should stop right then and there, and never talk about it again.

“I’m sorry, I– I shouldn’t have…” you stumbled over your words, voice small and eyes looking anywhere but at him, ready to pull away at any second.

“No, Y/N. No,” Ashton’s voice was soft and sweet, hands lightly cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look back at him. “I just… just want to kiss you.”

He leaned forward, knocking his forehead against yours and once again you got lost in his eyes, ready to memorize all the colours before they slowly closed as he pressed his warm lips against yours. His eyelashes tickled your skin and you let your fingers slide into his hair at the nape of his neck, keeping him close as you kissed him back, lips slowly gliding against each other’s, the touch hesitant but curious. Ashton’s lips slightly parted as he tried to breathe and kiss you at the same time, a quiet moan slipping out when your tongue brushed against his. You sucked on his bottom lip, nipping it lightly with your teeth, and you felt his fingers tighten on your jaw, his kiss suddenly turning hungry and passionate.

Your fingers tangled into the lapels of his shirt as you held onto him, knees suddenly weak from the force of his kiss. He swallowed your moans and needy whines, arms curling around your waist as he pulled you to his chest; he was like a starved man, craving something only you could give him. His tongue licked into your mouth deepening the kiss and you felt dizzy from how much you wanted him.

Ashton pulled back for a moment, lips red and kiss-swollen, eyes dark in the colourful lights, and you couldn’t help but press your lips back against his, needing to feel them kiss you again. His grip on your hips tightened, slowly taking a few steps backwards to fall back against the couch, pulling you into his lap. Your fingers found their way back to his shirt, fumbling with the remaining buttons and undoing them quickly, palm pressing against his chest as your teeth closed around his bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. Ashton groaned, and before you could pull back to take a look at him he leaned forward, capturing your lips in another kiss, finishing it with a playful bite, just like the one you gave him.

He brushed the hair away from your neck, kissing and licking the soft skin as his hands slid up your back, slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. Your lips met in another kiss, palms cradling his jaw as he pulled you flush against his chest, and suddenly you felt hot feeling his hard cock press against you where you straddled his lap. The needy sounds leaving your lips made him grab your hips again to help you grind against his bulge and your fingers tugged on his button-up shirt, wanting to finally pull it off him.

With Ashton’s help you threw the shirt on the floor, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold onto him again. It was like he was waiting for this exact moment, suddenly rising from the couch and pushing you onto your back, climbing after you, lips kissing up your neck and along your jaw until he knocked his forehead against yours, out of breath and pupils blown wide. Both of you were panting, the air hot between the two of you as you looked at each other, waiting for what the other was going to say.

“Come to bed with me?” Ashton’s voice was husky with some softness to it, and you tangled your fingers into his hair, lightly brushing through it.

“What’s wrong with the couch?” you let out a breathy giggle and smiled at him, making him chuckle.

“I just need more space,” he mumbled against your lips, leaving small pecks on them. “You’ve told me that the bed is big enough for two and that you don’t mind sharing.”

“That’s true,” you nudged your nose against his, pressing another kiss on his mouth. “Alright, lead the way.”

Ashton pulled you up and gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he made his way to the bedroom, and you hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He pressed a kiss on your cheek before mumbling something that sounded a lot like ‘ready?’ then suddenly dropped you on the bed, crawling after you in a second. You kissed between giggles, his fingers pulling on your dress until he could finally remove it, tossing it next to the bed before going back to press another round of kisses on your neck and collarbones.

He followed the path down to your breasts, palms sliding up your arms and pulling on the straps of your bra, his lips already skimming against the warm skin he uncovered. The lingerie soon landed next to the dress, and Ashton held himself up above you, drinking you in with dark eyes and parted lips like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, already lowering his head to press open-mouthed kisses on your chest and you curled your hands around his biceps, squeezing them.

“Ash,” your voice was a whisper, a moan, or maybe even a needy plea, you weren’t sure; you just wanted him as close as possible.

“Trust me,” his eyes found yours as he looked up while his lips pressed a kiss between your breasts. “I know what I’m talking about.”

Your fingers were cradling through his hair as he kissed and licked the soft skin of your breasts, lips slowly closing around a nipple to run his tongue over it, sucking it gently. His palm cupped your other breast, thumb flicking against the hard nub as his teeth lightly bit the other one, and you tugged on the locks between your fingers, both wanting to keep him there and pull him up for a kiss. Ashton licked your nipples one after the other then slowly blew on them, the cool air making them harden even more, and you felt your back arching at the sensation.

“Beautiful,” he whispered again, pressing another set of open-mouthed kisses between your breasts and over your ribs, making his way down on your stomach.

You shifted on the bed already feeling heat pool between your legs, Ashton’s touches making you feel like your body was on fire. There were kisses left on your hip bones as he slowly slid away the lace of your panties, nose pressed against your skin and breath tickling you as he tugged it lower. He stopped only for a moment, eyes searching you, and you gave an encouraging squeeze to his shoulder to continue, his answer a kiss on your wrist before sliding the panties down on your legs.

His palms smoothed against your calves and the back of your knees, slowly stroking up your inner thighs, parting your legs to lie between them. The feeling of his fingers on your thighs tickled, making you giggle lightly, and Ashton gave you a crooked smile before pulling your legs over his shoulders, lips pressing kisses closer and closer to where you needed him. You fisted the sheets as he slowly licked over your slit, thumbs stroking your lips before spreading them to lick between your folds, tongue swirling around your clit at the top. He groaned at the taste, already diving back to lap at your pussy, and your fingers tangled into the hair at the back of his head, wanting to keep him between your legs.

His lips closed around your clit sucking it into his mouth while his fingers teased your entrance, not pushing in just rubbing the sensitive skin, licking over it fast just to slow it down again, his satisfied moans making you shiver. Hazel eyes were looking up at you with desire as he gave one last lick to your pussy, nose brushing against your swollen clit before pressing a kiss on the skin just above. Then Ashton pushed himself up, body hovering over you as you grabbed at each other, sharing sloppy kisses and swallowing the other’s needy sounds.

You felt him slightly tremble as your fingers ran down his chest, smoothing over muscles and sensitive nipples, a small laugh mixed with his sighs as you tickled a sensitive spot just under his ribs. Your palm curled around the bulge in his jeans, rubbing him through the fabric, making Ashton lightly bite into your shoulder to stifle the growl escaping him. His mouth was back on yours and you sucked on his bottom lip while fumbling with his belt, tugging on the button and zipper to free him from his jeans. His cock was hard and thick, soaking the thin fabric of his boxers where the tip leaked precum, and you reached for him, pulling him out of his underwear and giving him a few light strokes, making his eyes roll back.

“Is that all for me?” your voice was just above a whisper, lips brushing against his cheek as your thumb teased the tip of his cock, and you felt Ashton give a short nod.

“All of me is for you,” Ashton’s whine was music to your ears, his words making your heart beat quicker. “Fuck, Y/N–”

“I want you to,” your fist tightened around him while his fingers tangled into your hair, kissing you between words and moans, never getting enough of the feeling. “I want you, Ash, please.”

“You sure?” he knocked your foreheads together, nose nuzzling your skin and you nodded, squeezing his shoulder.

“Do you have any…?”

“Yeah. Just a second.”

His lips pressed another kiss against yours and slipped off the bed, pulling off the rest of his clothes before quickly searching through his bag, pulling a box of condoms out of an inside pocket. You sat up and watched him roll one onto his cock, biting your lip as you entertained yourself with the thought that he bought the package just because of you during one of his solo trips the day before – even if it wasn’t true it still made arousal bubble up in your lower stomach.

Ashton climbed back next to you, giving a squeeze to your hips as he sat against the headboard, motioning you to straddle his lap. Your thighs rested on both sides of his hips, bodies melting together as you kissed and caressed each other, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his cock. You grabbed his hard length, rubbing your wet lips against him to coat him in your juices, your fingers tangling into his hair as you slowly let the tip slip inside you, both of you moaning as you worked yourself back on his cock.

“I didn’t plan on having sex during this trip at all,” his lips peppered kisses on your neck while pushing deeper, a whimper escaping you when you made sense of his words. “But you had me wrapped around your finger the moment I’ve met you and I couldn’t take chances.”

“Do I have that effect on you?” your fingers were still cradling through his curls as you settled in his lap, getting used to feeling him so deep inside you.

“You have no fucking idea,” he captured your lips in a kiss, hand cupping your jaw while the other stroked over your back soothingly.

Your hips slowly started moving on their own accord, your pleas whispered against Ashton’s lips urging him to do that same, and you felt him adjusting you in his lap, building his pace as he fucked up into you. His thrusts met yours as you were riding him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, your high-pitched moans stifled by his kisses. He grabbed a handful of your ass, making you ride his cock faster and faster until your thighs started to strain and you buried your face in his neck.

Ashton held you tightly as he moved you onto your back, pulling your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his ass. He held both your hands above your head, fingers tangled together and squeezing tightly as his hips snapped against yours, his skin dragging against your clit, making you shake and clench around him. With parted lips and foreheads pushed together you both felt your bodies shake, smearing kisses on cheeks and noses as Ashton buried his face in your neck, trying to catch his breath. For a few seconds he stayed there, his pants hot against your skin before pulling back up, tongue licking against your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“I can still go on,” he mumbled against your skin, hips lazily trusting into you, cock still hard inside you.

“Yeah, me too,” your thumbs stroked his cheeks, kissing his nose sweetly. “But you gotta move.”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth before pushing himself up, pulling you with him. You pecked his lips again, giving a small bite to the bottom one and he pouted at you when you moved away from him. You made sure to give him a flirty wink before moving to the end of the bed and grabbing the headboard, slightly wiggling your ass, making Ashton groan and kneel behind you. His lips attached themselves to the spot where neck meets shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth as he swiped his cock up and down between your folds, finally pushing back in. He quickly started pounding you again, his movements jolting the bed and making the frame thump against the wall.

His chest melted against your back, lips still kissing and biting you as his hands travelled up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them in his palms and thumbing your hard nipples, making you squeeze your pussy around his cock. You felt the pleasure building in you again as his thick length dragged against the sweet spot inside you, and you let your moans freely spill out of you, mixed with pleas of ‘more’ and ‘harder’.

Suddenly you felt him pull you against his chest as he sat back on his heels, cock still buried deep inside you as he fucked you faster than before, teeth closing around your earlobe, his hand between your legs as he thumbed your clit, drawing quick circles on it. You grabbed onto his arm, head leaning back against his shoulder, repeating his name between whimpers, begging him to make you come again.

“Ash– ‘sh, please,” your lips pressed against his jaw, the kiss landing sloppily on his skin. “Please–”

“Want to see you cum on my cock,” his breath was hot on your ear, his voice full of lust and longing as he still fucked you. “Want to feel you cum on it, want you to squeeze me so hard that you make me cum too.”

You felt your body tremble and shake against his as he finally got you there, his words in your ear making you wish he would fuck you until morning came around. You whined as he pulled out, knowing he wasn’t done yet – knowing that you wanted him back inside you right away. Ashton’s lips pressed a series of kisses against your spine before turning you back around and lying on top of you, easily sliding back into your pussy. Your arms slid around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he kissed you passionately, swallowing each other’s moans while his hips snapped into you, his own orgasm approaching fast.

He mumbled against your lips, words of ‘beautiful’ and ‘please’ and your name whispered on your skin as you squeezed around him. Then his hips stuttered, abs tensing against you as he sucked in a breath, his sounds full of pleasure as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you. He lazily trusted into you a few more times, riding out his high with his forehead knocked against yours, dark hazel eyes staring into yours. His lips parted around another moan before smearing them against your lips in a kiss, and you buried your fingers into his hair again, playing with the damp locks as you lazily made out.

“I don’t wanna move,” Ashton nuzzled his nose against yours, eyes hazy and voice thick with sleep.

“Me neither,” you stroked your palm against the back of his neck and the top of his spine, making Ash let out a sound that almost sounded like purring.

“Let me clean you up, okay?”

You nodded, pressing your lips together in one more kiss before he pulled out, making you hiss a little. He leaned forward kissing the skin between your breasts, then went to the bathroom looking for a washcloth. By the time he got back he already got rid of the used condom, now focusing on wiping your thighs and between your legs before crawling back on the bed, settling next to you.

Ashton quickly pulled you to his side before grabbing the blankets, tucking them around your shoulders to keep you warm against his body. You pressed a kiss against his shoulder, nuzzling his skin sweetly before you snuggled against his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, lightly playing with the tangled locks as he stroked them away from your face, his cheek resting against the top of your head. Silence settled over the room, the only sound the rustling sheets as you caressed each other, enjoying your afterglow.

“Ashton…”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m on your side…” your lips brushed against his throat, and you felt him lightly chuckle before kissing your forehead.

“Sure there are sides anymore? I thought we’ve got better at sharing,” his voice was soft and flirty, something you’ve got so used to in the last two days. “And in that case: I think I’m on your side.”

“My side is your side, and your side is my side,” he giggled as you drew patterns on his skin, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “And since we’re so good at sharing… do you think we could have breakfast in bed?”

“Deal,” Ashton tilted your head up to kiss you, lips and tongues lazily brushing as you both hummed. “Anything else you wanna share with me?”

“I think I’m falling for you,” you confessed as you bit your lip, knowing this wasn’t what Ashton was thinking about.

“Too late,” he lightly shook his head, the soft smile still on his lips. “Because I already fell for you.”

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 2

“Do you think we could eat some more of that cookie we’ve left out for Santa?” Ashton nodded towards the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face. “We could tell the boys the reindeers ate them.”

“Daddy doesn’t have a sweet tooth, the reindeers do,” you lovingly rolled your eyes at him, hands sliding onto his face to pinch his cheeks, making him giggle.

“There’s something else Daddy loves that’s sweet,” his eyes were sparkling with mischief, hands sliding under your thighs to pick you up, and you muffled your squeal against his neck.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he stood up, blankets falling to the floor in a heap. Ashton squeezed your butt lightly, brushing a smiley kiss onto your lips before adjusting you up on his hips, bringing you over to the kitchen. He put you up on the counter and stepped between your legs, already reaching for the plate of chocolate chip cookies you have baked the night before while he finished decorating the house with the boys. Their giggles still rang in your ears as you recalled them chasing each other through the kitchen, tiny arms wrapping around your legs for shelter before Ashton picked them up, pressing a series of kisses on their cheeks and noses, making them squeal with laughter.

Ashton broke a cookie in half before putting it in his mouth, leaning forward so you can bite into it as well, your lips lightly brushing in the middle. A smile pulled at your lips at this and the memory of how sharing Christmas cookies became a tradition for the two of you, something that now you also did with your sons. When the first batch was done you brought one over to the three of them; Tyler and Henry were cuddled into Ashton’s sides, watching a movie together while Bailey napped at their feet. Your heart was ready to burst with love as you watched him breaking the cookie into three, carefully giving the boys their own portions before sharing the remaining piece with you.

“What are you thinking about?” Ashton pushed himself up on his tiptoes, playfully biting your nose as he leaned closer, and you scrunched up your face, pulling back a little.

“You’re so weird. Why did I marry you?” you reached for another cookie and broke off a piece, bringing it to his mouth.

“Dunno. Why did you marry me?” he accepted the cookie from you, munching on it as he spoke. “I mean, the sex is really good, so…”

“Yeah, it was only for the sex,” you chuckled, curling a leg around his waist to pull him closer. “No, I was thinking about our day in London. How you stole half my croissant at breakfast.”

“Hey, I shared my panini with you,” Ashton gave you a faux pout. “And it was a damn good panini, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, I know, I brought you there,” you stuck your tongue out at him before popping a chocolate chip in your mouth. “Guess this is why I married you.”

“Because of the panini?” he furrowed his eyebrows and you leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto the bridge of his nose, stroking your thumb over his scruffy cheek.

“No, silly,” you shook your head, smiling at him “Because not a day has gone by without you making me laugh. Making me fall in love with you even more.”

*****

It surprised you how easy it was to convince Ashton to have breakfast with you in a small corner café instead of your hotel’s restaurant. Maybe it was the promise of fresh coffee and the world’s best panini, or maybe the offer that this time it will be you paying for both of your food. Either way you couldn’t complain as you’ve made your way towards the breakfast place.

“So what are your plans for today?” he asked as you both settled down at a table, waiting for your orders to arrive. “Or do we just walk around London all day long?”

“I mean, you’re welcome to go back to the hotel but I’ve thought we could make the most out of this situation,” you shrugged, giving him a smile. “I mean, when was the last time you’ve seen a winter wonderland like this in LA?”

“Can’t recall,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But you have to promise me you’ll join at least one adventure of my choice today.”

“I mean – you were willing to come and have breakfast with me, so I guess that’s the least I can do.”

“We were sleeping in the same bed last night, having breakfast together is just the next step,” Ashton sent you a wink, one that could only be described as flirty. “And anyways, you’ve promised me the world’s best panini. Now I don’t know how you know that, but I trust you on this one. Can’t disappoint me now.”

“It is the best, I promise you.”

Before any of you could make another comment the waiter has arrived with your food and coffees, making both of you focus on your breakfast. You needed to stifle your laugh as Ashton moaned around his sandwich, clearly enjoying it as much as you’ve thought he would.

“Okay, you were right. This really is the best panini I’ve ever had,” he took another bite of it, eyes almost rolling back from how much he enjoyed it.

“Told you so,” you sipped you coffee with a smile, lightly kicking his foot under the table. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if it wasn’t the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, but your croissant is looking really good too…” his gaze moved from your face to the plate in front of you, and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Nooo. Don’t you dare…” but you were too late – a mischievous grin pulled at his lips as he quickly reached across the table to snatch up your breakfast, taking a hearty bite of it. “Ashton!”

“That’s a damn good croissant too,” he munched on it between words, and you rolled your eyes at him, laughing at his antics.

“I’m really glad, but you just ate my breakfast,” you kicked his foot again playfully, and he curled his ankle around yours, making heat crawl up your neck.

“Here,” he placed his plate in front of you, giving you another smile. “You can have the other half of mine.”

“Giving up your panini for me? What a gentleman,” you took a bite of the offered sandwich as Ashton kept eating your croissant. “Guess we’re getting better at sharing?”

“Yeah, I think we are,” he rested his chin in his hand, still smiling softly at you.

Your legs stayed tangled together under the table until you’ve finished breakfast.

*****

“It was one of the best days of my life,” Ashton pulled you to the edge of the counter, wrapping both your legs around his waist as he hugged you, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “I never wanted it to end.”

“And to think we were both on our way back home…” you hummed in agreement, fingers slowly brushing through his curls.

“We were already home,” he mumbled against your skin, lips pressing a soft kiss on your jaw. “We just didn’t know it yet. That home is not a place, but a person.”

*****

“You know, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you since yesterday,” Ashton’s shoulder brushed against yours as the two of you made your way back to the hotel.

“So why didn’t you?” you let yourself slightly bump into him, making him let out a chuckle.

The day was spent walking around London and getting lost in the snowy city, window shopping and buying whatever food or drink one of you started craving. Both of you ended up with a few trinkets and last minute gifts that you just couldn’t leave behind before Ashton treated you to lunch, claiming that he also knows places you have to try out. He shared stories with you about the time he spent in England, how snowball fights with the boys were his favourite past time around this time of year, and in the end he made good on his promise and dragged you out to ice skating even though none of you have done it in years.

“What were you doing here?” he finally asked, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I mean before you were meant to go home.”

“You really wanna know?” you chuckled and he nodded, making you continue. “One of my friends came up with the brilliant idea to have a singles trip. Guess her bucket list included something about hooking up with a British guy but she didn’t want to come alone, so she dragged us with her. We rented a house and just had fun there, or went out to meet people, you know. She did find herself a guy, and it looked kinda serious, so I guess it wasn’t for nothing.”

“But you were alone at the airport,” your path led you through a park and Ashton kicked one of the snow piles, not looking up at you. “Did something happen?”

“I wanted to stay for a day or two,” you shrugged then a moment later let out a sigh. “I didn’t actually want to go home.”

“Why?” Ashton stopped and blinked at you, the confusion clear on his face. “I’ve thought you couldn’t wait to be back in LA.”

“There’s nothing wrong with LA. Just… going home means I have to go home, to see my family, and those visits usually end up, well– let’s just say they care too much about my personal life.”

“Is there someone waiting for you at home?” he stepped closer, the toes of his boots touching your shoes, and you looked up at him, shrugging.

“Does the guy my parents want to set me up with count?” at that Ashton let out a breath, cheeks turning slightly pink as a smile pulled at his lips.

“No, I don’t think so,” he chuckled, and you did the same, slowly continuing your way back to the hotel. “What about here?”

“What do you mean?” you had a pretty good idea what he was asking, but wanted to hear it from him.

“Have you met someone in London?” his shoulder bumped into yours again, and you stopped, eyes meeting after a few seconds.

“Do you count?” you quirked an eyebrow, the slightest bit of flirt in your voice.

“Maybe…” it was Ashton’s turn to shrug, his face turning another shade of red as he kicked the snow with his boots, quickly casting his gaze down.

“Then yeah. Maybe,” you stepped away with a giggle, making sure you brushed against him. “Are you coming? I don’t wanna miss dinner, Irwin.”

Ashton shook his head with a little laugh, scurrying after you. He fell into step with you, quickly picking up your previous conversation about his early days in London as you made your way across the park.

“…and then Calum somehow locked himself out in his boxers and– Y/N? Where ar– fuck, that’s cold!”

You laughed as Ashton turned around, shoulders pulled up and jaw clenched as he realized you just hit him with a snowball. You already had another one at the ready, and you could see the flash in his eyes as he dropped his shopping bags, reaching for the closest pile of snow.

“Oh no, you didn’t…” he gave you a grin, aiming at you.

“I think I just did!” you shouted at him, giggling as he missed hitting you with the snowball just by a few inches.

“I’m gonna get you, you can’t run away!” Ashton suddenly started running towards you, and you shrieked with laughter as he chased you through the park.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist, both of you crashing to the ground in a fit of giggles, trying to catch your breaths. His pupils were blown wide, lips slightly chapped but so kissable as he pushed himself up, looking at you like it was the first time. A second passed, maybe two, then he collapsed next to you on his back, giggling again.

“Told ya I’ll get you.”

“You still couldn’t hit me with a snowball,” you poked his side which made Ashton laugh even more.

“God, you hit my neck! It’s all the way down my shirt! I’m soaked!” he let out one last chuckle before looking at you.

“You can shower first when we get back,” you smiled at him and he just nodded. “We don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Can we go back now?” Ashton pouted at you, pairing it with his best puppy dog eyes, and you stifled another laugh, sitting up.

“Sure,” you reached for his hand, none of you feeling the cold around you when your fingers touched. “Come on, Australia. Let’s go home.”

*****

Someone started moving upstairs and both of you stopped in your tracks, listening to the sounds coming closer and closer to the stairs. A moment later you’ve heard a thump, and soon Bailey appeared next to you, stretching and yawning.

“Well, good morning to you too, boy,” Ashton reached down to give him an ear scratch, and Bailey nuzzled against his palm. “Is everything okay upstairs?”

The dog nudged Ashton’s knee before turning around and making his way to the door. Ashton leaned back to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before nodding towards Bailey.

“I’ll let him outside. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Sure, hot stuff,” you chuckled, and Ash wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Bring him back for some biscuits!”

A few minutes later the dog was already back in the kitchen and you slid down from the counter, reaching for the treats he loved the most. You saw Ashton smiling as you crouched down to Bailey, petting his muzzle as he patiently waited for his treats. He nuzzled against your side before starting munching on the biscuits, taking them one by one from your palm.

“Who’s a good boy? Yes, yes you are, Bailey, you are a good boy,” you stroked his side as you talked to him, and Ashton joined you too, scratching his ear again.

“Did you know I’ve got him for you because you’ve told me you wanted a dog for Christmas?” Ashton caught your eyes over Bailey’s head, and you bit your bottom lip, blushing.

“I didn’t think you remembered,” you confessed. “I just thought it was a lucky coincidence.”

“No, I did remember. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to get you a dog, and thought our first Christmas as the Irwins would be it. Of course, I didn’t know you were pregnant, in that case I would have thought about it twice, but I wasn’t about taking him to a shelter just because of that.”

“I’m still amazed you gave up your precious garden just so me and the boys could have a dog,” you gave the last biscuit to Bailey, and Ashton beamed, a blush on his cheeks.

“I love you. I love the boys. And I love Bailey. A garden is just a garden – but you’re my family, and I would do anything for you,” he squeezed your hand, and you tangled your fingers together.

“I couldn’t ask for more. And I love you too, Ash. So much.”

*****

By the time Ashton got out of the shower your dinner had been brought up to your room, so he settled down next to you, knees slightly pressed together as you ate your food. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, and you joked if he was trying to protect himself from another snowball, for which he just stuck his tongue at you.

“Really funny, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“I do think it was funny,” you stifled your giggle, and he poked your knee with his finger, making you laugh even more.

“You’re still weird. I kinda like it,” he said, almost as an afterthought, but before you could react to that he already moved onto something else. “What about the cookie? Did they send that up for us as well?”

“No, that was actually me,” you confessed, and you suddenly felt a bit shy and embarrassed. “I would say it’s a peace offering, but– it’s a Christmas tradition in my family.”

“Now you have my attention,” Ashton put his elbow on his knee, resting his chin in his palm. “You’re gonna tell me?”

“Okay, traditionally it’s a Christmas apple not a cookie, but it was easier to get this one,” you started, pulling your legs under you. “They say that those who are together at Christmas and share an apple then they are all going to spend the next Christmas together too. It’s something my family has been saying and doing since forever, and… I mean, it’s Christmas Eve and we’re both here and not at home where we thought we will spend the holidays and…”

Ashton reached for your hand and squeezed it, tangling your fingers together. He gave you an encouraging smile, nodding a little to go on.

“I just thought that– that this could be something that we could do? Just a little piece of home while we’re here,” you mumbled, not really daring to look up at him. “It’s silly, I know. I’m being weird, I’m sor–”

“No! No,” Ashton turned towards you, thumb brushing over your cheek. “It’s really lovely. I really like the sentiment behind it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly reached for the cookie, holding it up for Ashton. He grabbed the other half and broke it off, never looking at the baked good but at you, even when he brought it to his mouth to take a bite.

“So – does this mean you want to spend next year’s Christmas with me again?” he chuckled, munching on his cookie and you shrugged, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Who knows, we might get stuck at the airport again. In that case it’s good to know I have someone who’s willing to share his room with me.”

“If we’re both in LA next year I’ll make sure to share a cookie with you at Christmas,” Ashton winked, his other hand still holding onto yours.

“Sounds like a promise,” you chuckled, taking another bite of your cookie.

It was around midnight when both of you found your ways to your shared bed after watching a tacky Christmas movie or two. Ashton was already wrapped in his blanket when you came back from the bathroom, slipping under your own sheets. He propped himself up, cheek resting against his palm as he looked at you and you turned towards him, blinking up at him.

“What would be your ultimate Christmas present?” he asked, voice soft and curious. “What is something you hope to find under the tree?”

“A dog, maybe,” you answered after some time, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth and you saw Ashton mirroring you. “I miss having one. Would love to have someone waiting for me when the day is over.”

“Yeah, they have that effect on you,” he reached towards you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “They are great company. I have one back in Australia – kinda miss little old Indie.”

“That’s a cute name. I would love to see them,” you rubbed your cheek against your pillow, getting comfortable. “What about you?”

“I have everything,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “The only thing I wish is to see my family. I really miss them, haven’t had the chance to go home since forever. I’m really lucky with my life and job, but family is family. They’ll always be on top on my list.”

“I’m sure we will be able to travel in a day or two. Snowstorms aren’t forever. You’ll be home before you know it,” your eyes moved to the window where you could still see the snow slowly falling. “And me too.”

“While I do miss being at home… right now I couldn’t ask for more,” Ashton whispered, and you knew there was something he wasn’t saying, something that you felt too.

“Me neither,” you shook your head with a smile, slowly closing your eyes. “Good night, Ash.”

“Remind me to show you a picture of Indie tomorrow,” he lightly chuckled, and you felt him brush another lock of hair away from your forehead. “Good night, Y/N. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you mumbled, already drifting away.

You still heard Ashton quietly humming, something that sounded a lot like I’ll Be Home For Christmas, and you could swore you felt him moving a little closer before you fell asleep.

Morning found you with fingers lightly tangled together between the two of you, his touch warm and comforting, and – even in this strange city – feeling a lot like home.

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 4

Christmas morning finds Ashton and Y/N reminiscing about their very first holiday together – with both of their flights cancelled the strangers make the hasty decision to rent a room until they can leave for their own destinations. The pair soon finds out that there’s much more than they’ve bargained for when there’s only one bed in their hotel room. story masterlist. | masterlist. word count: 5843 words tags/warnings: past: departures and reunions. mistletoe kisses. another second of angst. feelings are coming out. bashful flirting and teasing. obviously there is only one bed. & present: dad!Ashton. fem!mom!reader. married fluff with kids and a dog. Christmas morning cuteness. tooth rotting fluff. nostalgia. smut. oral sex (male and female both receiving). dirty talk. sex without protection (they are married obviously). blink-and-you’ll-miss-it breeding kink. talks about pregnancy. Forever thankful for @mymindwide for being my everything while I worked out this story. Thanks for anyone who stuck with me until the very end, even if I sucked big time with posting the last chapter. You are the real champions! All my love for you! Feedback is appreciated and welcomed if you feel like dropping a line or two.

“Stop staring at my ass,” Ashton groaned as he crouched in front of the fireplace, your giggles making him blush. “It’s hard enough to focus like this.”

“I’ve thought you were hard enough,” you teased him, wrapping your arms around his back and hooking your chin over his shoulder. “And I like staring at your ass, just sayin’…”

“Do you have permission to do that?” he quirked an eyebrow at you as he looked back, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“I do have a marriage certificate tucked away with your signature on it,” you tapped your lips with a finger, grinning. “Sure that counts.”

“You’re a minx,” he pressed a kiss on your cheek, pulling your arms over his shoulders as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him. “Guess the fire is ready. What now?”

“You wanted some couch make outs if I remember correctly,” you nipped at the shell of his ear, making Ashton groan again. “And maybe I could take care of that problem for you too…”

“Hope this time we’re not getting interrupted,” he put you down on the couch until he could sit down as well, pulling you back into his lap, lips already pressed against yours. “I just really need some proper quality time with you, especially on our anniversary.”

“We’re way too familiar with interruptions by now,” you giggled against his cheek, peppering it with tiny kisses until you could kiss him, palms cupping his jaw. “So how do you feel about an early-Christmas-present-slash-anniversary-gift?”

*****

The airport was once again bustling with people carrying bags and suitcases, ushering small children to empty seats or counters to start their check-ins, awaiting in-laws and friends at gates when a plane touched down. Your fingers were nervously tapping against a table, the coffee shop you’ve visited on the night of first meeting Ashton now packed with people buying food and drinks before their departures. You took one last look at the alert on your phone, the details of your flight making you chew on your lips – you really didn’t want to go home. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Not without Ashton.

The morning found the two of you tangled together in your sheets, bodies and lips pressed close, lazily making out while your hands roamed the other’s skin, tugging away blankets to feel more. You could still hear Ashton’s moans in your ear as you followed a path down on his chest, his fingers running through your hair as you licked the V-shape of his hips, ready to properly wake him up. But then both of your phones started going off, messages and emails popping up on the screens about the airport opening and your flights being scheduled to leave that day. The moment was gone as you only had a few more hours together, and as much as you wanted to finish what you’ve started you needed to pack your bags and check out of your hotel room if you both wanted to catch your respective flights back home.

A cup of coffee was set in front of you followed by a sandwich, then you felt Ashton reaching for your hand and tangling your fingers together, stopping your nervous tapping. He pressed a long kiss on your cheek which finally made you smile, but he didn’t stop, only when his light nuzzling made you giggle.

“That’s what I like to hear,” his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, smiling back at you. “I know this is not breakfast in bed, but it’s still breakfast together.”

“It’s perfect,” you let your head rest against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment. “Thank you.”

“I really wish we could do more, but this wasn’t how I imagined today will go,” his cheek rested on the top of your head, and you hummed in agreement.

“What did you have in mind?” your voice was flirty mixed with a good amount of teasing, and Ashton chuckled, his own voice turning low against your ear.

“Do you really have to ask?”

You quietly talked as you ate your sandwiches, taking bites of the other’s just to hear them giggle, your legs tangled together under the table. Your own flight was leaving an hour or two before Ashton’s, and the time to board the plane was drawing closer by the minute – something you’ve tried to forget just to spend a little more time with him. It felt like Ashton was thinking the same as he asked for ‘just 5 more minutes’ with you at least three times before you really needed to go and check in.

He pulled you against his chest, face buried in your hair as he mumbled encouraging words in your ear, trying to convince you (and probably himself as well) that the next 10 days will be over in a blink of an eye and that you will be able to see each other back in Los Angeles in no time. You wrapped your arms around his middle, melting against him and trying to memorize the feeling – how solid and warm he was, how he always smelled like sunshine, how much he felt like home. His fingers played with the scarf around your neck, pulling on it until he could see the hickey he left on your skin the previous night, then adjusting it against so no one else would see it; it was only for his eyes to see, only for his lips to kiss. How much you’ve wished he would kiss you there again.

“It’s only 10 days,” he whispered again, foreheads knocked together, both of you lost in your little world that was the other. “Just 10 days and we will see each other again.”

“Funny how I went all these years without you, and now 10 more days feels like forever,” you tugged on the lapels of his jacket, a blush colouring your cheeks. “Ash…?”

“Yeah?” he gave a squeeze to your hips, letting you know that he was listening.

You wanted to tell him how going home didn’t feel like that anymore – how the idea of home changed in the last few days: it wasn’t a place, but more like a person. To you Ashton was home now.

“Did you charge your phone?” you asked instead with a smile, feeling like your thoughts would be too much too soon.

“I did, yeah,” he chuckled, his cheeks turning red too. “Why? Are you scared some other pretty girl will offer me her charger while I wait for my flight to take off?”

“No!” you laughed, shaking your head. “Just making sure you don’t have another meltdown.”

“How thoughtful,” he rolled his eyes with a smile, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. “And anyway, you are my pretty girl. No one else.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” you let your nose nuzzle against his as he nudged his closer to yours. “I think it’s time for me to go…”

“Wait a second!”

Ashton pulled back from you, reaching into his pocket and slowly fishing out a small bouquet of mistletoe. A cheeky smile played at the corner of his mouth as he lifted it above your head, making the both of you laugh.

“Where’d you get it from?” your eyes travelled between the mistletoe and his face, and he gave you a shrug, still grinning.

“Stole it from Starbucks. I missed my first chance and I couldn’t let you leave without making up for it and actually kissing you under the mistletoe.”

“Well then, hurry up, Irwin,” you cupped his face in your hands. “Before someone else takes that chance.”

“Can’t let that happen,” he curled his other arm around you, finally pressing his lips against your lips.

The kiss was sweet but hard, taking your breath away, and you would have given anything to stay in that moment with Ashton, everything else be forgotten around you. His eyelashes tickled your skin, noses nuzzled close, lips moving against each other like they were created for this reason only. Ashton pecked your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips again, fingers cradling your jaw as he was looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“I’ll see you in 10 days, beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with emotions, something you were so familiar with by now.

“Text me when you arrive?”

“Only if you do the same,” he squeezed your elbow as you pulled away, tucking his hands in his pocket. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Ash. See you at home.”

*****

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” Ashton threw his head back, fingers digging into your ass as you licked another line up his throat, sucking on his earlobe.

“Oh, but you like it, don’t you?” you giggled while grinding against his hard cock, and Ashton let out another moan, now trying to stop your moving hips.

“It’s gonna be over way too soon if you keep this up,” he pulled your lips back onto his, nipping on the bottom one. “And I much prefer going all the way.”

“Think you’re ready for that blowjob, hot stuff?” you slipped your hand between your bodies, palming his cock through his boxers.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N,” he wiggled under you to get comfortable but also to push more against your touch. “Please, baby?”

You pressed one more kiss onto his pouty lips before slipping off his lap and kneeling between his legs, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Pushing his shirt out of the way you nuzzled against his stomach, kissing the soft skin just above the band of his boxers, making his fingers twitch next to his body, wanting to touch you too. You let your fingers curl into the fabric of his shorts, tugging them down on his legs, his hard cock slapping against his stomach the moment it got free from its confines.

“Beautiful,” you sent him a wink before leaning forward and licking the underside of his cock, closing your lips around the tip to lightly suck on it.

Ashton ran his fingers through his hair as he watched you slowly working your way down on his shaft, taking more and more of his length into your mouth, your eyes locked on each other. You bobbed your head up and down, lazily sucking his dick, letting the tip rest against your bottom lip or your tongue as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He stroked your cheek as he mumbled his praises, making you moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

“Fuck, babe, fuck,” he pushed his hips up and you relaxed a little, letting him fuck into your mouth. “Can I? Please?”

His fingers brushed through your hair and you nuzzled against his palm, letting him guide your movements as you picked up the pace, licking and sucking him until you heard his breath hitching, pulling back from his dick. Ashton whined lowly, eyes hooded as he looked at you through his lashes, and you wrapped your fingers around his cock, slowly pumping it as you licked the precum off the tip, giving him a cheeky smile.

“How do you enjoy your present, naughty boy?” you giggled, gently sucking on the tip again.

“Wish it was Christmas every day,” he groaned, thumbing over your bottom lip and you pressed a kiss on the pad of his finger. “God, I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too,” you sat back on your heels, lightly stroking your palms up and down on his thighs.

Ashton reached for your hands, tangling your fingers together for a moment and squeezing them before leaning forward, curling his arms around you and tugging you back into his lap, kissing you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, playing with the soft curls between your fingers as he pulled you more and more against himself. He cupped your jaw, pecking your lips and nose, eyes dark and full of lust, and you felt your heart thumping against your chest.

“I know it technically wasn’t Christmas anymore when you’ve first done this, but God, do I love Christmas blowjobs from my hot mama,” he grinned at you, and you giggled too, knocking your foreheads together.

“It was more like a ‘welcome home!’ blowjob, but I needed to make up for that first failed attempt.”

“You waiting for me at the airport was Christmas all over again,” he pressed a series of kisses against your knuckles, finishing with a long one on your ring. “And now to give you your present, sweetie.”

*****

The following days were spent in a flurry of text messages and phone calls scheduled for the strangest times of the day, speaking in hushed voices as you’ve tried not waking your families, stifling giggles in pillows or against sweaters whenever you couldn’t hide your laughs anymore. Ashton made sure to send you a picture with Indie every day, always attaching it to a little message that let you know that he was counting back the days until he will travel back to LA. Your own pictures usually included some kind of Christmas treat, wishing you could share it with him once again. His pouty selfies ended up being the best part of your days.

With January finally came the day of his arrival as well, a fact that suddenly made you nervous. He sent you a message about when his plane will take off, and how he only needs to count back a few more hours to be in the same place as you. You’ve spent the better half of your morning opening and closing your browser, your curiosity finally winning and making you check the exact details of Ashton’s flight, already knowing that you will wait for him there. You felt silly for being so worried – after all, it was Ashton. Your Ashton. The man who’s been sending you little videos of his adventures back in Sydney, who called you even just for a few minutes to wish you sweet dreams, who wished he could dance with you whenever he heard the song you’ve played in your hotel room at Christmas.

But still, you were a little unsure. You’ve only known each other for a short time, and there was a chance that those feelings you’ve had for him were only part of the Christmas magic, that once you meet each other back in your real lives it will disappear, and that reality will be much uglier. They say every miracle lasts for 3 days – who knows, maybe your 3 days was already up, gone with the flight you took back to LA.

Wrapping your arms around yourself you bounced on your toes, waiting for the gate to open and reveal the mass of people who arrived from Sydney, Ashton included. You’ve arrived an hour earlier, not being able to stay at home and count back the minutes anymore – you just wanted to see him again, to know if whatever this was between the two of you was real or just a casual fling that will go on for a few more weeks before you both move onto other people and forget about each other. Even if that was the case, you still have the memories for the rest of your life.

Then the gate opened and people started to flood into the airport, going for the cabs outside or to friends and family members waiting for them. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw the familiar leather jacket, the wide shoulders and the messy curly hair, his head down as he tried to be one of the crowd, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. You weren’t sure if he would see you, so instead you quickly dialled his number, hoping he would pick it up. Ashton reached for his pocket a moment later, his posture changing when he looked at the phone and suddenly his voice was in your ear.

“Y/N?”

“Look up,” you whispered, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“What are you talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows, gaze quickly sweeping through the airport until it landed on you.

You gave him a tentative little wave, lips forming a silent ‘hello’ as you looked at each other. A smile spread across Ashton’s face as he picked up his bag again, taking three long strides and stopping in front of you, eyes sparkling like stars.

“What are you doing here?” he reached for you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, and you felt a blush colour your cheeks. “I’ve thought I won’t be able to see you until tomorrow.”

“I– couldn’t wait anymore,” you stared at your shoes, the toes of his boots slowly touching yours as he stepped closer. “I’m sorry; I’m too forward, I just…”

“Hey,” you felt his palm cup your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him, a soft, sweet smile on his face. “I missed you too.”

And suddenly all your worries were gone; Ashton dropped his bag to pull you into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin as he held you close, lips pressing kisses all over your hair. Your fingers tangled into the back of his jacket, holding onto him as you were finally reunited – you never wanted to lose this sense of home again, the way Ashton made you feel in that moment.

“I’ve brought you something,” you mumbled against his shoulder, and he hummed in return, still not letting you go.

“More than your wonderful self?” his lips brushed against your forehead, tilting your chin up to look at him. “What did you bring me, beautiful?”

You slowly pulled out a paper bag, the logo on it already giving away its content, but Ashton still reached inside and took out a chocolate chip cookie, the treat making him smile.

“You remembered,” he chuckled, and you nodded, lightly bouncing on your toes.

“I know it’s not Christmas anymore, or well, yet, but you’ve told me you’re gonna share a cookie with me once we’re both back in LA. And now that you’re back home…”

“Speaking of home…” Ashton tangled your fingers together, lightly swinging your hands as he bit his bottom lip, eyes searching you. “Would you like to… would you like to come home with me? Truth is that I’m just really, really tired, but I don’t think I can wait anymore. I just want to be with you again.”

“I mean, if you really want me to,” you squeezed his fingers, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “I would love to go home with you.”

“But there’s one thing…” Ashton stepped closer, curling his arms around your waist and you mirrored him, giving him a curious look. “There’s only one bed.”

“It’s okay,” you let out a giggle, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “I can take the couch if you prefer the bed.”

“The hell you will,” he suddenly picked you up and you laughed holding onto his shoulders. “We’ve got really good at sharing, and the bed is huge. Plenty of space for pretty girls like you.”

“Do you sleep on the same side as you did in London?” you let your fingers tangle into his hair at the back of his head, knocking your forehead against his, making Ashton smile and press his lips against yours in a short kiss.

“Sure there are sides anymore, beautiful?”

*****

“That tickles!”

“Oh, but you like it, don’t you?” Ashton gave you a toothy grin, quickly licking over your nipple.

You giggled as he nuzzled his scruffy cheek against the soft skin of your breast again, closing his teeth around your other nipple to gently bite it. Somehow you both ended up on the fluffy carpet in front of the fireplace, clothes thrown over the couch as Ashton hovered above you, kissing his way down on your body. You tugged on his curls, making him moan against your skin and smear sloppy kisses wherever he could reach you, every little touch making you even more aroused.

“Did you put that mistletoe above us so you could do this?” you giggled again as you caught sight of the little bouquet hanging above the two of you, and Ashton stifled his chuckle against your skin.

“I might have planned this, yeah,” he pressed a kiss on your belly button before looking up at you. “Can’t say no to Christmas traditions, right?”

“Traditions need to be followed, especially when they include a mistletoe,” you hummed in agreement, letting out a needy sigh as Ashton made his way lower, lips pressing kisses on your inner thighs. “Fuck, Ash, I need you.”

“I’ve got you, babe,” he pressed his nose against your mound, tongue slowly licking between your wet folds. “Best fucking Christmas present I get to share with you.”

“Too much talk and not enough licking,” you bit your lip as he swirled his tongue around your clit. “Mmhh, right there.”

Ashton chuckled again before spreading your pussy lips and going back to eating you out, your fingers tangling back into his hair to keep him between your legs. He lapped at your juices, sucking your sensitive clit between his lips and making your thighs shake as he teased all the spots he knew would make you shiver. You needed to put a hand over your mouth as he slipped two fingers into you, fingertips rubbing at your sweet spot while he still licked and sucked you.

“Wanna cum, baby?” he pressed a soft kiss on your clit before licking over it again, and you shook your head, reaching for his free hand until he interlocked your fingers.

“Wanna cum with you,” you squeezed his hand, giving him a pleading look. “Come back up and make love to me?”

“That’s all I want, beautiful,” Ashton pushed himself back up, sealing his lips with yours.

He knocked his forehead against yours, hands curled around your hips as you both found a comfortable position, then he swiped the tip of his cock between your folds, collecting your wetness on it before slowly pushing in. You cupped his jaw, rubbing his scruffy cheeks with your thumbs as you took him, your moans hidden in the other’s neck until he bottomed out. Ashton pressed kisses on your neck and behind your ear, softly whispering as he slowly pulled out just to push back in with a little more force, and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

“Still so goddamn hot,” he bit your bottom lip, sucking it gently as his hips picked up the pace, his cock stretching you and dragging against all the spots that made you clench even more around him. “Beautiful and sweet and the best mama, and still the hottest woman in town. How did I get so lucky, huh?”

“Must have been your own charm, hot daddy,” you held onto his biceps, fingers digging into his skin. “Always fucking me so good. But I wanna ride you.”

“Fuck, Y/N, please,” he growled in your ear, pulling out quickly.

He rolled onto his back, already pulling you up over him, and you let your pussy lips rub against his cock as you leaned down to kiss him, making Ashton whine into your mouth at the sensation. Your fingers trailed down his sides, tickling him lightly before reaching for his cock, tapping the head against your clit a few times before sinking down on him, already circling your hips as you adjusted around him. Ashton’s hands found their place back on your ass, holding onto you as you rocked back and forth on his dick, his lips parted and eyes dark as he watched you.

“That’s it baby, ride me, just like that,” his hands slid up to your breasts, cupping them in his palms and tweaking your nipples. “Show me how good your pussy takes my cock.”

“Keep doing that, Ash,” you moaned at his words, his dirty talk always being a weakness of yours.

“Oh, you want that?” he suddenly sat up, quickly adjusting you in his lap as he fucked up into you, making you hold onto his shoulders tightly, lips closing around your earlobe as he hotly whispered against your skin. “Want me to tell you how much I love it when your hot little pussy clenches around me? How I love it when you soak my dick when you finally cum on it. How much I love filling you up with my cum, making you my hot mama again and again. God, I would love to have another baby with you.”

“Ashton, please, please,” you weren’t sure what you were really asking for, but it seemed like he knew exactly what to give you.

His hips snapped into you quickly, one arm curled around your back to hold you close to his chest, his fingers slipping between your legs to thumb your clit. Your forehead knocked against his, eyes staring at each other as you felt your orgasm finally reach you, and he stifled your moans and whines with his kisses, hungrily swallowing them. Fingers brushed through his curls as you kissed him back, fisting them as you still worked your hips against his, sensitive but so satisfied with your pleasure. Ashton’s breath was hitching against your skin, his own hips stuttering as he still fucked into you. You squeezed around his cock a few times, making him groan and finally let go, thrusting into you as he came deep inside you.

Ashton cupped your face in his palms, kissing you long and soft as you melted against each other, wanting to feel the other’s warm skin and kiss-swollen lips, tugging on curls and rubbing against sensitive patches of skin, drawing out quiet moans and shivers. He pressed a kiss against your temple before slowly lying back down on the carpet, pulling you with him and wrapping you in his arms, both of you panting after your shared pleasure.

“I don’t wanna move,” Ashton groaned lightly, fingers combing through your hair.

“Me neither,” you pressed a kiss onto his collarbone, his throat, his lips. “But I also don’t want to get caught by curious little munchkins when they wake up.”

“Alright, alright, I hear you,” Ashton chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up and back to bed before they find it empty and we get busted for being Santa.”

*****

You ended up stopping to get some takeout before going back to Ashton’s, sitting at the kitchen counter as you shared your dinner, not even pretending anymore that the other eating your food is bothering you. Ashton rested his cheek on the top of your head, arm wrapped around your waist as you both got lost in the feeling of the other being there again, something you’ve got so used to during your time in London.

Half an hour later he was showered, wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top as he crawled into his bed, already pulling you against him from your place where you were perched at the end of the mattress. He didn’t need to ask you twice to stay with him during the next few days, so you just changed into one of the shirts he gave to you before waiting for him to come back. Light was still filtering through the curtains, but Ashton was ready to drop any minute, tired from the long flight and the excitements of the day. He nuzzled against his pillow, arms curling around your waist as he pulled you to his chest, spooning you from behind. You let your fingers tangle together, snuggling back to him, both of you content in your shared little blanket cocoon.

“I missed you from my bed,” he mumbled against your ear, brushing away the stray curls to lightly kiss it. “I just– missed you.”

“Missed you too, Ash,” you turned back a little to kiss the tip of his nose, making him giggle silently. “I finally feel like I’m home again.”

“Yeah, me too,” he looked at you through his lashes, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “The last few days made me realize that I feel most at home when I’m with you – let it be a crowded airport in London or a shared bed in LA. The place doesn’t matter; you are home to me.”

“When I came back to LA… it didn’t feel like coming home. Not with leaving you behind,” you finally confessed, and a small smile pulled at Ashton’s lips. “Even then you have felt like home.”

“Guess we both actually made it home for Christmas,” Ashton let out a happy sigh as he wrapped you even more tightly to himself, kissing the top of your head and getting ready to finally catch up on some much needed sleep. “One way or the other.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you closed your eyes resting against Ashton’s chest, and he squeezed your shoulder one more time.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

“Welcome home, Ash.”

*****

“They are still sleeping,” you stepped into the bedroom where Ashton was already snuggled up in bed, his arms open and waiting for you to crawl between them.

You gave yourselves a minute or two before picking up your discarded clothes and taking a quick shower, not wanting to ruin the mystery and surprise of Christmas for your sons. On your way to your room you’ve checked on the kids and Bailey, all three of them lightly snoring and dreaming. You felt so much love for them that you felt like your heart’s going to burst, and you needed to take a few deep breaths if you didn’t want to start crying.

Ashton wrapped his arms around you, tugging the blanket over your shoulders and kissing your lips as he let you get comfortable against him. It was almost 6 in the morning, and you both planned on taking a quick nap before your two little firecrackers woke up, demanding your attention.

“That’s not gonna last too long,” Ashton chuckled, fingers brushing through your hair.

“They are your sons,” you gave him a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes, tapping your nose.

“They are your sons too,” he reminded you which made you giggle. “Those pouts? They definitely come from you and not me.”

“Might have something to do with them,” you shrugged, caressing Ashton’s side as he did the same to you. “But you love the pout.”

“I fell in love with that pout. Could never say no to it,” he rubbed his nose against yours, pecking your lips. “Y/N?”

“Yes, love?”

“What I’ve said while we were having sex… I meant it,” Ashton cupped your jaw, knocking his forehead against yours. “I would love to have another baby with you. That is, if you want that too.”

“I actually couldn’t stop thinking about it since then,” you felt your cheeks heat up, voice turning into a whisper. “I would love to try for one more. I feel like– I feel like I’m ready to have another one. They would complete our little family.”

“Another little baby Irwin wreaking havoc around here,” Ashton giggled while pressing his lips on yours, and you lightly moaned, melting against him. “Are we really gonna do this?”

“I would like to think you’ve already done your part today,” you squeezed his hips, giving him a flirty smile. “That doesn’t mean we can’t try again later tonight…”

“God, babe, I love you,” he quietly groaned, smearing kisses on your lips and cheek.

“Love you too, baby daddy,” you bit your lip, ready to tug him close for another quick make out session.

But before you could grab Ashton’s shirt you’ve heard a thump down from the hallway, soon turning into a pair of footsteps coming closer and closer to your bedroom, the sound of paws on the hardwood floor quickly following. You shared a look with each other, a smile pulling at both of your lips.

“Mommy?” you’ve heard Tyler’s sleepy voice from the doorway and you sat up, already opening your arms for him.

“Hey baby, come here,” you motioned for him and Tyler quickly crossed the room to the bed, letting you pick him up and pull him into your lap. “Good morning, munchkin. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Mommy,” he snuggled up to you, pressing a tiny kiss on your cheek while hugging his plush dog. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

“And to you, Tyler,” Ashton leaned over to kiss his chubby cheek, nuzzling against his warm skin for a second. “How about I bring Henry over too and after that we could see if Santa stopped by last night? See if you were good boys and got some presents, huh?”

Tyler nodded against your chest and Ashton winked at him, slipping off the bed to look for your younger son. Bailey has already found his place in front of the door, knowing all too well that he shouldn’t cross the threshold into the bedroom. A minute later Ashton came back with a half-asleep Henry curled against his chest, his tiny fists holding onto his shirt as he rested his head on his dad’s shoulder. You saw that he was ready to say something, but then he caught sight of Tyler who was already back to sleep, snuggled against your side. Ashton settled down, holding onto Henry as he found his place back under the blankets, kissing his blond little head before caressing Tyler’s cheek who was resting between the two of you.

“And I ended up with a bed full of my boys,” you smiled up at Ashton as he mirrored you, fingers lightly running through your hair. “How lucky am I.”

“We are the lucky ones to have you as our mama,” he beamed, adjusting Henry in his arms as he too fell back to sleep. “That I have you as my friend and lover and my wife. The mom of our little Irwins. And our future baby Irwin.”

“Stop making me emotional,” you mumbled, quickly rubbing your eyes to hide your tears, and Ashton leaned forward carefully, pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I love you. Thank you for being my home, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, all of you,” you rubbed your thumb against his palm, tanging your fingers together, your rings lightly knocking against each other as you held hands.

Henry shuffled a little in his sleep as he snuggled against Ashton again, and Tyler let out tiny sleepy sounds too while holding onto his stuffed dog plush. You felt your eyes slowly closing too, ready to take that quick nap you’ve planned before the guys took over your bed.

“It’s okay, go to sleep,” Ashton’s voice was a whisper, soft and warm and full of love.

“Really love you, Ash,” you mumbled, a smile pulling at your lips. “Thanks for not sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh, baby,” he chuckled, pressing another kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for not letting me.”

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