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lindszeppelin · 1 year

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The Things Left Unsaid [pt. 2]

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Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You and Austin were old flames many moons ago, but when he wrote you a letter to come and visit him a lot of feelings rise to the surface. Before it's time for you go to home, can Austin convince you to stay?

Rating: Mature. 18+.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, thigh riding, oral (f. and m. receiving), heavy petting, angst, heated argument, triggering of abandonment issues, spanking, rough makeup sex, spitting, fingering, dom!Austin vibes and sub!Reader

Word Count: 19k

a/n: So due to the overwhelming love I received from the first part of TLU where-in I give Austin his dream Notebook fantasy, this is part 2 where Austin convinces Fem!Reader to stay. Credit to @madisonafangirl for the prompt <3

Dawn crept up on the horizon, a heavenly yellow glow peeked through the curtains that shine through the bedroom window. The faint chattering of birds chirping away in the nearby trees alerted your attention as you slowly make your way back to the land of the living. You must've passed out hard. Austin definitely wore you out after your marathon sex last night, chasing orgasm after orgasm together. Crude flashbacks pass through your minds eye, sending a chill down your spine and a thumping tingle to your lower half.

As you rubbed the sleep away from your weary eyes you could hear the soft rumbling of Austin's steady beating heart from underneath you. You don't even remember how you wound up in this position with your head on his chest and one of your legs draped over his naked body, but you were not complaining in the slightest. The warmth of him next to you under the covers was comforting.

You stirred against him, attempting to stretch your lower extremities but your legs felt like jello after being put through so many positions last night. You tried your best to not wake Austin from his peaceful slumber, but that was shot down quickly as you felt his chest rise and fall, inhaling his first morning breath of fresh air.

The lazy arm that was draped loosely around your waist was brought back to life as he pulled your naked body flush against his side. A deep, groggy moan reverberated in his chest and sent a shiver down your spine. You were perfectly content to just lay here for all eternity, forgetting about all of your responsibilities, being under Austin's gentle embrace.

You lifted your head from his chest and gazed up at Austin, as he plopped his free hand over his face and rubbed his eyes awake. He sighed, perhaps a little annoyed that he had been interrupted from his dreams, but his reality was far better.

His tufts of blonde curly chest hairs were tangling in your fingertips as you laid there fully satisfied and perky as ever. You were never a morning person honestly, but your sexcapades put the biggest pep in your step. He attempted to stretch as well, his thighs drifted further open and practically brushed against your bare core, creating a brand new pool of arousal to form and threaten to spill out all over him. Finally you were met face to face with Austin's sparkling eyes, still half lidded and glazed over with sleep, as he warmly smiled down at you. Even in this state with his honey blonde locks standing up every which way, he looked cute as hell.

Austin took his free hand and entwined it within your hair, doing his best to smooth our your messy mop of bedhead, which he found oddly sexy.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He spoke tenderly, his husky morning voice drenched his vocal chords and ignited that already burning fire within your belly. God, you were practically salivating for this man, you couldn't get enough.

"Good morning, handsome." You cooed. With his hand on the back of your head, he cradled you as he brought you up to his lips for a tender kiss. What started out as a simple good morning peck slowly but surely turned into one dripping with desire all over again. Austin's strong lips worked against yours. His hand around your waist clutched you closer to him before making it's way down past the dip of your lower back, and taking a greedy handful of your ass with a firm squeeze. Lustful sighs were past between you both as you parted your mouth and let him in to explore you with his tongue.

"God, I just can't get enough of you." Austin whined into your mouth between sloppy kisses. And you couldn't either. How the hell you managed to have enough orgasms to last you a lifetime in one evening, and then wake up and be turned back on all over again was a testament to Austin's spell over you.

It was hard to hide the fact that he was pitching a tent under the covers. You could feel him stand to attention against your leg the more you intensify the heated kiss up above. It drives you insane just how quickly he can get turned on by you, fully ready to take you in just a few minutes. And you were the same. You were sure he could feel your wet folds writhing against his thigh. This set you off already as a woman on a mission this morning. The fire in your belly was steadily burning, yearning for him.

"I'm so wet for you." You purr between kisses. You can't keep your hips from rocking against his thigh, your slick already pouring out of you and creating a slippery surface for you to rub your clit deliciously against his muscular leg. He smiles wickedly against your lips, and his cock lobbed against his stomach. He's totally drunk on the feeling of his girl using his body however she pleases to get off. This was already turning out to be the best morning of his life.

"Let me take care of you, angel." He rasps breathlessly. The large hand in your hair snakes it's way down to the back of your neck, grasping at your skin in a light show of dominance. Austin nips at your plump bottom lip, making you moan at this emboldened act of passion. But he didn't stop there, he was overcome by you, and he'd help you reach your ultimate peak as if his life depended on it.

Your heart jumped out of your chest as soon as you felt Austin's hand on your ass helping to drag your wet folds along his thigh that was rutting against you, adding just the right amount of pressure on your clit to get the ball rolling. "Austin! Fuck." You squealed. He watched hungrily as his leg bobbed up and down, his hand pushing you further against him, and you moaning in pleasure as your juices seep out of your core as you ride his thigh.

"So desperate for me. Is my babygirl needy to come this morning?" He cooed, the tenacity of his shaking leg moving faster against your pussy. You couldn't help leaving a sticky sweet trail all over him, he knew just what to say to you and how to touch your body to elicit the most sinful expressions of perversion onto you. You also never thought you'd be so down bad for him that you can get off on just his leg alone.

"Yes! Please, Aus." You mewled as you writhed against him.

"I've got you. Just let yourself go. I wanna feel that pussy make a mess of me." He growled, firmly grasping you harder in his hand and grinding you along his shaking thigh.

You were so close to coming, so excruciatingly close. With every brush of his thigh against your sopping core, and his firm grip on your ass helping to add delicious friction to your clit sent you careening over the cliff. You never thought you were capable of having an orgasm this way, without the need for his fingers, mouth, or cock. But here you are, writhing in sweet ecstasy as you collide your head into the crook of Austin's neck, burying yourself there and moaning his name. Your walls fluttered around nothing, but your release came gushing out of you all the same.

"That's my good girl." Austin rasped deeply, clearly out of his mind with how turned on he is seeing you come all over his leg. Never in his life has he been with another woman who was this desperate for him that she resorts to this depraved act of sexual gratification. It was fucking hot.

You stilled your hips, slowly coming to a halt as you felt all of your juices finally make their exit from your pussy. A flush rose to your cheeks, a little embarrassed at the mess you just made. But he didn't care one bit. The hand around the back of your neck soothed your back as you slumped all your body weight against him.

You huffed, hot air pooling out over Austin's neck as you attempt to say anything, but your mouth is latched onto him. "You are such a hazard." You sighed, your words coming out muffled against his skin.

Your body was jolted back to life as you felt his chest rise and fall, an abrupt laughter falling from his lips. "A hazard? What are you talking about?"

Trying to prop yourself up on your forearms, you tremble as you peel yourself away from Austin's neck. Finally you're met with fresh air, and your lungs happily accept the oxygen. "I just came all over you, humping your leg like a schoolgirl or something. I've never done that for any man."

The corners of his eyes crinkles as he laughed lowly in his throat, his other hand was still idly laying on your ass, which you felt stir on top of your flesh as he gave a leisure squeeze. "So what you're saying is, i'm a hazard because I bring out your inner bad girl?" The hear rose to your cheeks even more, you were sure that you were bright red like a tomato right now. Having to admit that was almost scandalous for some reason. You shyly nodded in response.

He threw his head back against the pillow and licked his lips, humming to himself in pleasure at the very thought. "Goddamn baby, that's so sexy. My naughty little minx." The hand that was laying at the back of your neck brought you down to his level, capturing your lips with his in a sweet entanglement of wanton desire.

You mewled against his lips, and your hand draped over his body was playing with the curls of wiry blonde hairs adorned his chest. You could kiss this man all day for the rest of your life. He certainly knew how to use them in the best ways to have you tingling all over. His succulent mouth brushing against yours, eliciting the faint whispers of whines escaping from him.

He briefly parted from your mouth. His hand smoothed over your head softly as his ocean eyes lingered on yours, looking deep into your soul. The breath hitched in your throat as you drank him in. He was definitely the most handsome man you had ever seen. No one looks this good 24 hours of the day, 7 days a week. But Austin Butler is no ordinary man it seems. You allowed your hand to caress his scruffy cheek with your fingers, feeling the prickly golden hairs move beneath you. An innocent gesture, but it was one that captured his heart.

His gorgeous smile appears on his face. He looked positively love drunk on you, and you committed the way he adoringly gazed at you to memory. In the back of Austin's mind, there were three specific words he wanted to string together and say to you. But he didn't want to ruin the mood, incase you didn't reciprocate the sentiment. He felt the feeling nonetheless, and tried his best to suppress the urge to utter that formidable sentence. It was too early, he needed to wait more before he let himself say it. He needed more time with you, and he would wait until the right moment. Now was not the time. However, he couldn't help but wonder if you were thinking the same thing he was.

Austin let out a contented sigh, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I think it's time to get up." You hum in agreement and carefully untangle your body from his, letting your body fall back against the bedsheets.

He discards the covers and swings his legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. You couldn't help but stare at his delicious backside as you turn over on your side, head in hand, as you make it obvious you like the view he's giving.

You bite your lower lip, enjoying how the sunshine from the window cascades over his sculpted naked body, highlighting his best assets. He walks over to the closet and rummages through the hangers.

"I can feel you looking at my ass." Austin laughs, not even bothering to look behind him to check if you are - because he already knows the answer.

"It's not my fault that you're such eye candy." You retort as you lick your lips playfully. You can hear Austin scoff sheepishly at you as he finally picks out an outfit for the day which comprises of a rich navy blue henley, boxer briefs, and a fresh pair of Levis.

With his clothes in his hand, Austin turns back around to face you. "You're cute. But, I'm in desperate need of a hot shower. And if you're smart, you would stop staring at me from the bed and join me for some pampering before breakfast. I'll let you decide." He threw you a cheeky wink before sauntering off to the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom.

His proposition did sound perfect right about now. While you did definitely need to wash your body of the mess you just made down below, this would actually give you the best opportunity to put a plan into action. While Austin didn't need to necessarily get off, you didn't want to be the only one to come this morning. You'd chastise yourself for giving the poor guy blue balls all day if you didn't help him out.

The faint squeak of the faucet turning alerted your senses, and then woosh! The running water started hitting the shower tiles at warp speed. Now was the opportune time to begin your decent into the bathroom. You peel the covers off of your sweaty body and leap down onto the floor. The cool morning air hits smacks you in the face and send a shiver down your spine. The dress you wore last night was definitely not something you would wear again, besides you couldn't even find it among the messy pile of clothes scattered on the floor for the life of you. Instead, you just figured you'd waltz right in with your birthday suit and figure out what to wear later.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom, you see that Austin is behind the shower curtain lathering his body in a nice sandalwood scented bodywash. That turned you on all over again. But what turned you on even more was the fact that Austin would have no idea what's coming to him, literally, as you fully intend to satisfy him properly. You could practically taste him on your mouth, the thought alone was so tantalyzing.

He was whistling an absentminded tune to himself adorably, so he didn't hear you sneakily opening the shower curtain just enough for you to creep your way behind him without getting water all over the bathroom floor.

Now that you were in the shower with him you decide to let your hands travel up his lean back to let him know you were there. You didn't intend to startle him, but he swiftly turned around, and a splash of water trickled down his face in the process. His eyes widened with surprise for a hot minute, but seeing your wet body and your doe eyes peering up at him dissipated his brief wave of anxiety.

He sighed, flashing you a sexy grin. "I'm glad you decided correctly, baby."

"This was the obvious choice." You spoke softly, smiling up at him. Austin's hands snaked around your curves without hesitation, pulling you into his soapy chest, causing your bare breasts to slip and slide against him. And you fell into his gentle embrace.

Your lips ghosted his, parted and hungry for him to swallow you whole. But he leans down and caresses your mouth with the most effortlessly soft kiss that made you weak in the knees.

You whimper against his soft lips, the arousal already seeping down your inner thighs and being washed away by the steady stream of water cascading over your bodies. Austin was still fully erect, you could feel his rock hard member against your stomach. And he moaned as the sensual kisses you passed each other were quickly deepening with passion. Your fingers were tangling in his sopping wet strands, bringing him further into your mouth. His strong tongue danced with yours, already taking hold of your pillowy lips with such ease.

"Austin," You purred between hot kisses, "I wanna make you feel good." With a little bit of force, you now placed your hands on his chest and pushed him against the shower wall.

Immediately he went to cup your ass as he kneaded the supple flesh in the palms of his hands, getting his bodywash all over you. "You already are." He rasped lowly. His plush lips planted wet kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him easy access, relishing in the way he sets your body on fire.

"No, I had something else in mind." You said breathlessly, getting lost in the searing kisses he's leaving against your sensitive skin. But you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted this early on. You pulled your head away from his mouth and made sure he was intently focused on your mischievous gaze.

With a passion burning in your eyes, you slowly get into a kneeling position before him. Your hands traveled their way down to Austin's muscular thighs that you loved so much and brought you to orgasm only mere minutes ago. Austin looked so damn fine as the hot water ran down his face and trickled along the defined muscles of his lean frame. You clenched your legs together to try and dissipate the ache in your pussy.

"You know you don't have to, Y/N." He looked down upon you with heavy lids, and a look behind his eyes that spoke plainly of his innate desire for you. Even in this situation, he wasn't thinking about getting his own needs met and putting you in a position to satisfy him. While those words flew out of his mouth, he honestly couldn't think straight. You were face to face with his engorged cock, red and throbbing, and begging for release. He was too nice and polite, sometimes to a fault. Oddly enough, that subdued side of Austin sent you spiraling down the path of wanting to see him come undone even more. This man deserves to be taken care of in all the right ways, and you were the woman to do it.

You placed a chaste kiss on his inner thigh, making his sigh lustfully from above. "Austin, let me return the favor."

Well, how could he seriously say no to that? The most beautiful girl in his eyes wanted to make him cum. And the fact that you actually enjoyed sucking him off just to see him get losing in how your mouth works around his cock sets his soul alight. He ran a hand through your hair that was plastered down by the water, getting any strays away from your face that obscured his view. "My darling girl is so good to me." He cooed adoringly.

As you looked up at the man before you, with his now soaked golden locks that turned a few shades darker, and his facial hair glistening by the water, you didn't want to waste any more time. You needed him in your mouth this instant.

One of your hands went to wrap around the base of his cock, while the other one rested on his hip. He was already primed and slippery by the running water, so you didn't hesitate to part your lips and bring the swollen tip into your warm mouth. Slowly but surely you relaxed your jaw and lowered yourself further down his shaft until he was nearly at the back of your throat. Austin sucked in a harsh breath, biting his lip and savoring the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

You were off to work. You began to set a rhythmic pace using both your wet mouth sucking him off, and your hand stroking what you couldn't fit inside of you. He looked so sexy staring down at you with knitted brows, his mouth slack jawed and watching your every move as you milk his aching cock.

"Oh fuck," He moaned, the grip on your hair tightening just a little bit more. Strings of your split came seeping out of your mouth as you worked on sucking his cock, "Just like that."

You whined around him, the vibration sent a chill down his spine as he shuddered around your swollen lips. His hips rose off the back of the wall and his cock plunged deeper into your throat. This time you were well prepared, and had gotten reacquainted with Austin's impressive length over the last few hours. You relaxed your jaw even further than before, allowing him to fuck your mouth if he wanted to. The option was there for the taking.

He was already totally lost in the feeling of you, as your mouth expertly worked wonders sucking him off to oblivion. The sloppy sounds of your wet lips around his cock and Austin's whimpers reverberated off of the tile and were amplified by the amazing bathroom acoustics.

"God, you're so fucking good. Feels incredible." He praised hoarsely. Austin couldn't help but take hold of your hair a little harder and pick up the pace of sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. And you allowed him to do so. You gurgled around his shaft as the head of his cock repeatedly slammed against the back of your throat. Tears were prickling at the corners of your eyes, spilling over and mixing with the water as he got himself off.

Austin's head rolled back against the wall, moaning loudly as you deliciously sucked and swirled your wet tongue over his cock. He didn't want to thrust too hard and fast into your mouth, but you could feel his hips shaking under your hand.

You were desperate to get Austin to his climax, it was the hottest thing in the world to see this sweet, shy man unravel under your ministrations. You decided you didn't want to keep your hand jerking off his shaft any longer. This was your make it or break it maneuver. Upon release of your grip around his cock, you instead let both free hands make their way to his round ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth. Picking up the pace now, you bob your head up and down sloppily along his entire length. You let your tongue lick along the underside of his cock.

Austin shuddered, and you felt him throb hard inside your mouth. "Oh shit. You're gonna make me come so hard." He groaned thickly.

His free hand tried to cling onto anything to ground himself, but the smooth wall behind him lent nowhere for his busy hand to find purchase. So he settled on cupping your head between his hands as he plunged his cock in your mouth repeatedly. You were sure you looked totally fucked out right now, tears just kept streaming down your face as you struggled for air as you sucked the soul deep from within him.

Austin began to shake, and his legs starting to give way beneath him. You both knew his orgasm was impending at any second, it was only a matter of time. So you put on your best moves by moaning around his cock and squeezing his round ass harder in your hands, egging him on. Letting him use your mouth however he needed to find that sweet release.

He closed his eyes and gave a few hard, ragged breaths, letting his body be transported through the motions. "Holy fuck, yes!" He roared. He stilled his hips as he shot loads of hot come down the back of your throat, which you eagerly swallowed, moaning your name dreamily like some kind of sacred prayer as he came hard and fast.

Once you were sure Austin had drained himself of every last ounce of cum down your throat, you were allowed to breathe as you slowly slid your lips off of his cock as you gasped for air. He was still shaking pretty badly as the wave of his orgasm ricochet throughout his entire body. Austin brought you up from your knees with his hands, and crashed his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

You were both a hot, panting mess. And he looked down at you with all the love in the entire world through his eyes. He eventually settled back down and regained enough composure to speak. "I'm the luckiest bastard on the face of the Earth." He said, giving you a satisfied grin.

"You're welcome." You giggled, marveling at the way his big blue eyes shined crystal clear after you sent him to the edge of the universe. He had a newly acquired bit of enthusiasm that you thought was adorable, and he kissed you sweetly once more before swatting your ass playfully.

"Okay for real now, we need to get the both of us cleaned up. Lest we give each other about 10 more orgasms until the water turns cold." He chuckled shyly. He reached around you to grab his shampoo and squirted a generous amount into his palms, working it into a lather. "Turn around." He asked politely.

You do as he asks, facing yourself away from him and turning straight on into the jet of running water, allowing it to run down your face and wash away your sinful blowjob tears.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You quip from over your shoulder. Austin takes his hands and begins massaging your scalp with the shampoo, cleaning any muck and dirt out of your hair with tender loving care. You closed your eyes and softly moaned at the feeling of his fingers working over you.

"It's not, but i'd receive a hefty electric bill at the end of the month." He playfully jabbed, still paying extra attention to getting every inch of your scalp as spotless as possible. His touch is firm yet calculated, treating his most prized possession with as much tender loving care as possible. Once he thinks he's done his best work, he places his hands on your shoulders and leans down to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. "Face me again, baby." He spoke softly, his sexy baritone making you shiver.

Gingerly turning back around as to not slip on the floor, your eyes meet his, and he smirks adorably. His hands find residence back on your waist.

"Now lean back and rinse." He commanded. You enjoyed Austin in this role of doting caretaker. You've forgotten what it felt like to have him do all these normal, run of the mill tasks on your behalf. And somehow it just does all the right things to you. There's something so sensual about this particular moment that seems kind of erotic, after all you did just have his cock in your mouth a few seconds ago. But the way he's looking at you now, like you're the only girl in the world, leaves your heart doing summersaults in your chest.

You follow his orders and tilt your bubbly head back into the stream of water. You start to rinse away the shampoo from your hair with your hands, making sure not to miss a spot. Austin is just taking full advantage to ogle at your heavenly naked form before him, as he cradles you in his strong arms.

A wicked smirk plays at the corner of his lips. While you're working on cleaning your hair, you hear a bottle cap pop open and plop back down on the ledge of the shower. Before you know it, you feel Austin's large hands covered in bodywash all over you.

He's like a kid in a candyshop as he has total access to all the best bits of you at his disposal, getting all soapy and slippery under his hands. You stifle back a whimper as you feel his palms cup your entire breasts, kneading and massaging them.

"You're so sexy like this." He mused huskily. Knowing this would drive you crazy, his fingertips trailed featherlight circles around your nipples. Austin licked his lips in delight as he felt your nipples stand to attention underneath his calloused digits.

"Austin!" You gasped. You brought your head back up from the water and watched him as he played with your bountiful perky tits in his hands. If there was a running tally for which of you could turn the other on the most this morning, you'd be evenly matched. He knows you love his hands too, they're one of your favorite parts about Austin's physical body. Your brain fogs up with arousal as his nimble fingers caress your hot skin. "What happened to getting us cleaned up 'for real'?" You teased.

An ember was already overtaking his ocean eyes before you. "What's it look like i'm doing?" He retorted devilishly. He sucked his bottom lip into his teeth, his soapy hands working wonders on your breasts.

"Um, I think you're working yourself up to orgasm number 50." You giggled, amused that he tried and failed miserably to remain on task. Your forehead makes contact with his as you sigh wantonly against his plush lips that are so close to closing the distance between yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." He says halfheartedly, clearly trying to play dumb. Between your lathered up bodies you peer down and can see his cock already pumping back up. This man's sexual appetite for you is insatiable. It takes every single ounce of willpower you have within you to not go on the attack and fuck him right now in the shower, as much as you want to. And while he was making such an erotic display of affection, which was not lost on you, you could feel the water turning tepid the longer you both stand here touching each other.

It's hard work, but you try your best to stand firm and not get distracted by his gorgeous cock or his hands playing with your nipples, making you wet all over again. And the way he's seducing you like he wants to swallow you alive is starting to send you under.

"Austin Butler..." You begin your attempt to dissuade him, but your lusty breaths give you away. He giggles cutely, scrunching his nose.

"Uh oh, the full name treatment. I think i'm in trouble." He sighs heavily, regaining his senses as his hands reluctantly remove themselves for your breasts that he lavished with so much attention. He splashes water on his face and shakes his head to snap himself out of it. His cock ached to be touched by you in all of the ways, but he tried his best to not let all of the blood rush to his ballooning member. "Right, get outta here woman. I can't do this with you distracting me. It's too temping". He smacks your ass as he escorts you out of the shower, the two of you laughing at your near encounter.

"I'll go make breakfast while you finish up." You say as you wrap a soft while towel around your body, covering up the supple flesh that he so eagerly wants all for himself.

He pokes his head out of the shower curtain. "That sounds perfect. Now go on, get. I have to clear my head of all the sinful thoughts you bewitched me with." He chuckles lowly in his chest before disappearing back in the shower. The tune he was whistling before you pounced on him was playing right where he left off. All in all you'd say that was a job well done on your part.

You roll your eyes at his playful remark and make your way back into the bedroom to dry yourself off. You figure that for now it's easier to steal one of this oversized t-shirts and throw it over yourself. And you forego panties, since the ones from last night are definitely going in the trash. You go commando for the time being. It was the perfect lounging around outfit.

While Austin is finishing up his shower, you head downstairs to put together a simple breakfast of pancakes and syrup. And you both ate to your hearts content. He thanked you properly for the delicious meal by coaxing you into his lap and finger fucking you to another rippling orgasm. He just honestly can't help himself. He popped a boner the minute he saw you teasingly spread your legs from across the dining room table, revealing your pussy in all it's glory.

But the entire day wasn't spent just being in each other's physical sphere. You eventually did have to go back to the hotel to retrieve your suitcase. He made a compelling argument of why should you pay for a room you're not even using when you can enjoy the rest of your time at his farmhouse? It was a smart idea. And you didn't want to be away from him any more than you both thought was necessary. So be kept busy while you threw on a pair of his sweatpants and headed out the door to grab all your things, making sure to not leave anything behind. It was a nice feeling to know for certain that you wouldn't be going back to the hotel emptyhanded or disappointed.

Obviously it was evident that you and he didn't have a whole lot of time left with eachother under these circumstances. At the end of the week you'd have to go back home. While day one was spent with incredible anxiety that faded away into a blissful reunion of your bodies colliding once more, day 2 was spent exploring.

It was still relatively fresh in how you two were bonding again. And you made sure to take the time to learn more about his life post-breakup. Apparently he took up gardening and purchased books on general carpentry so he could be prepared to renovate the house. Perhaps these sudden interests of his sprang up because he wanted to distract himself from the pain of not being with you anymore. Why would he dedicate his time and sensitive emotions to getting sucked down into a depressive state, when he could be out in nature, breathing new life into the soil? It just so happened to work out in his favor. They say that you sew what you reap, and he's reaping all the benefits of having you back into his life.

As morning transitioned into afternoon, Austin took you on a stroll through his plot of land. It was seriously massive. You figured he had at least a few acres all to himself. What one person needed with all that land was beyond you. Not that you were against country living at all, it was a serine existence. But all you knew for the last few years was the little 500 square foot studio apartment that you called your home. Compared to this it seemed as if Austin was living the high life out here. The more you get reacquainted with your old beau the more apparent that he thrives on his solitude. Which you always knew about him anyway, he was a very independent and private person. But this was taking things to the next level. You were proud of him for creating a safe space for him to feel grounded when all his life he's been rife with uncertainty. It genuinely warms you heartstrings to see him happy again.

When he talks to you about hobbies he's passionate about, or recanting to you a particularly interesting story about a particular hero of his he's met, his hands get shaky with nerves and he ramps up his speech, talking a mile a minute. It's really cute. And you allow yourself to just listen as he regales you with these momentous tales from his extraordinary life.

You try to take a page out of his book and settle into just being happy in this rather unusual set of circumstances. It wasn't productive right now to think about the past or the future. Everything was so uncertain. And there was still a lot to unpack. You never thought you'd seamlessly weave yourself back into the fold of Austin, but you do. At least for now anyway. And that's enough for you.

The rest of day was spent inside, cooking dinner together, listening to music, and making passionate love to each other until dusk became dawn. You two were falling into a predictable pattern now - get up, shower, maybe divulge in shower sex if you're feeling frisky, make breakfast, clean up, probably more sex, and passing the time between then and dinner. No matter what it is, you're attached at the hip.

As the gorgeous Georgia sun rose on the third and final day of your visit, Austin made the sweet suggestion of reading one of his favorite poetry books outside to get some fresh air. You knew he loved to read, and in your past relationship he made it a habit to read aloud to you every night before bed. It was a charming gesture of your once domesticated coexistence. You thought for old times sakes that you'd agree to let him read to you. Honestly, you just love to hear him talk. He could recite the phonebook and you'd be hanging on his every word.

You both settle on the swinging chair on the porch. He's got his head resting in your lap, and his long legs are sprawled out on the side of you on the chair. With his poetry book in hand, he flicked his nebula eyes up at yours, beaming a wide smile. "Ready?" He asked, excited about the prospect of reading to you once again. It's nostalgic for all the right reasons. You nod your head, and he begins.

Time seemed to slow down in this moment. And you were both basking in the calm serenity of this beautiful day with one another. His head in your lap was reassuring and it brought you a strange sense of comfort. Your hand was idly stroking his tousled sandy waves, the other one rested on his heart. You bask in the expansive landscape of this little paradise you've found yourself in as Austin's soothing baritone lulls your senses. Occasionally he would pause from reading to take your hand from his chest and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles before continuing on. It was perfect. Maybe too perfect.

You really didn't want to walk the smokey trail and ruin a nice moment with Austin. But you can feel your palms get clammy and white noise like static permeates your senses. It can be so effortless to get caught on the thought that's been at a low rolling boil these past three days. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't want to be reminded of the realities of his situation. To look it square in the eye would mean that you break the illusion of this fairytale that you allowed yourself to get swept up in. Now that it was all too clear that you'd have to make your way back home to Boston tomorrow morning, you allow the little devil on your shoulder to talk in your ear.

Was all of this really the right thing to do? Once the night was over, you'd have to make a choice. Can you allow yourself to let this be nothing but a whirlwind romance and return back to your life that you built without Austin? It's so much easier said than done to get back together with your ex, no matter how happy you make each other. Not only that, but Austin's obvious celebrity status makes him high profile. Unlike before where you two could actually go buy groceries or watch a movie at the theaters without anyone knowing who he was. This was different. Once the media and his fans caught word through the grapevine that you two are an item, it's gonna be incessant pressure on all sides. Your identity will be spread around online and soon enough everyone will know who you are. The hot button topic of all the gossip rags will be you and him, scrutinizing every aspect of your relationship. All your dirty laundry will be aired out whether you like it or not. He said he wanted to protect you from all of this. How does he intend to make that happen? You're not naïve to what it all means. A normal relationship with Austin simply isn't in the cards for you both, and that realization slaps you silly.

It's all slurring together in your mind and suddenly you feel dizzy, just like the first evening you spent here. Your brain starts to tune out Austin's voice the more you spiral down, and he's completely oblivious to your internal crisis.

As if reading your mind, suddenly Austin stirred beneath you, aware of the hand on his scalp that stopped rustling his long tresses ages ago. He paused and turned down the corner of the page to mark his spot for later. The book snapped closed and he let it rest in his lap.

"Y/N?" He called out from beneath you, looking up with concerned eyes. You still didn't hear him, you were completely zoning out and lost in the tangled web of your own self destructive thoughts. He definitely noticed something wasn't right, and it made him worry.

Austin took your hand that was resting on his heart and brought it to his plush mouth, planting demure kisses on your palm. "Honey, come back to me." He softly spoke, trying to bring you back down to wherever you had drifted off to, away from him.

In the midst of you drowning in your own thoughts you felt his kisses on your hand, and you rapidly blinked your eyes as you were brought back down to Earth. As you regain your surroundings you look in your lap to Austin's uncertain eyes, looking for reassurance of your current state.

"Sorry, I kinda just spaced out for a minute there." You said, trying to not give away the fact that on the inside you were losing your mind.

"Is everything alright?" Austin asked earnestly, he placed another kiss on your palm.

You nodded, "Yeah I'm good." You said plainly. That didn't really quell his anxieties, but he wasn't about to try and coerce you to speak openly if you didn't want to.

Austin tore his eyes way from you, examining your dainty fingers in his hand as his fingertips touched your skin. "I probably bored you to tears with my reading. I can get a bit carried away." He chuckled demurely. A faint rosy hue rose to his cheeks at the embarrassing thought that he might have rambled on for too long about the poetry. If he had known that you actually were on the verge of a mental breakdown you weren't entirely sure if that would make him feel any better about his passion for reading. So you brushed your feelings under the rug.

"No, Aus, don't worry about it. I think maybe it's a good time to think about dinner." You said, trying to sideline this conversation and avert the attention elsewhere. It wasn't a whole lie though, you were hungry for another five star meal from Austin Butler, Chef Extraordinaire.

Austin left his spot from your lap and went to stand up, stretching his limbs a little, getting the blood flowing and shaking away pins and needles. As he stood, the swinging chair rocked briskly and you tried to plant your feet on the ground in fear of flying away. "Alright, I could go for some dinner right now. Let's put a raincheck on the poetry."

All you do is nod and smile at Austin's suggestion. You weren't sure when you were going to have to sift through the cesspool of your unsteady emotions, but you hoped it could wait until after you both filled your bellies with some nourishing food.

He can still sense that you're keeping him at a distance, and it's not something he finds validating to his confidence. His ego may be deflated, given the fact that if there's a problem he'd rather fix it on the spot. But he soldiers on. It's been such a wonderful day spent with his favorite girl that he will risk walking on eggshells for the time being. He lets you walk ahead of him into the house as you both think about what to cook.

The two of you make dinner in silence. There's an awkward tension hanging low in the air that threatens to suffocate the both of you. It's extremely obvious as time goes on that you're lost in your own world and he's drifting further away from you. He doesn't want to poke and prod his way into your mind, but he wants to be let in from behind the locked door. If he can help dispel any burdensome thoughts you have then he will do his best. It pulls at his heartstrings to know that you're not willing to open up in this moment.

You're helping out with the cooking by slicing up some vegetables on the wooden island in the middle of the kitchen. And Austin works around you by sautéing some things on the stove behind you. Normally you and him would have music playing in the background to help make cooking dinner a little more playful as you both sing hilariously out of key. But the only sounds that were audible were the sizzling of the pans and the incessant buzzing in Austin's ears.

Ever the patient person and not one to enjoy confrontations, he forgoes what his brain tells him to do, which is shut up and not saying anything, in favor of listening to his gut feeling. Austin let's go of the wooden spoon he was stirring with and gripped the edge of the countertop, perhaps a little too hard. A discontented sigh harshly exhaled from his nose, his nostrils flaring. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know what was wrong with you so he could fix it, or attempt to do something.

Austin threw his head over his shoulder and spoke back in your general direction. "I know something's bothering you and I don't know what it is. Can you please talk to me?" He said carefully in a low tone, but slightly putting his foot down on the gas. He didn't want to come across as overbearing or pushy, but you were blocking him out.

When you didn't respond right away he turned on his boot heels and walked his way around the island to stand across from you. He placed his hands far apart on the wooden surface and leaned forward to you. You didn't bother to look at Austin for even a second. The red peppers you were chopping up seemed like the safest thing to focus on right now. Your heart raced in your chest as the conversation you tried to put off was happening right now. "Baby please, what's the matter?" He asked with a little more desperation to his voice.

You hated hearing Austin plead with you. But you just didn't want to make the situation tense or awkward. Unfortunately, your plan backfired on you because you can't hide your feelings very well. And Austin knows this. He remembers that when you're frustrated, happy, sad, and everything in between that your body language tells the truth and not the words coming out of your mouth. It comes across in the way you round your shoulders, you purse your lips, and narrow your weary eyes. He felt like he was walking on a tightrope and if he looked down for a split second he could plummet to certain death.

Since he had you backed into a corner, you had to fess up and spill the beans. This was gonna be unpleasant, but might as well get it over with. You sighed, your chopping coming to an eventual halt as you put down your knife on the cutting board.

Finally you muster up the strength to look Austin in the eye, and a lump formed in your throat. His eyes were pained and the gears were turning in his head at warp speed, wondering what got you this way and if he was the problem. He already thought in some aspects he was unworthy of your affections, and this unexplained change in your demeanor was keeping him off balance. Seemingly for him it came out of nowhere and all of his anxieties about losing you were rising to the surface. He was terrified, and so were you.

You swallow thickly. "I've just...been thinking that's all." You say softly.

Austin nodded and shrugged. "That's a start. Thinking about what?"

"About this. What we're doing." Your hand gestures out for emphasis.

Without missing a beat he batted his lashes and shifted his weight a little. "Care to expand upon that for me?" He asked expectantly with a twinge of confusion behind his question.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb. "Austin please, I didn't really wanna get into it right now." You mumbled, annoyed that Austin's trying to pull this out of you. To be fair, you knew this would happen. Why you thought you could successfully keep this under control you had no idea. But now you were annoyed at not only him, unrightfully so, but also yourself for handling the situation poorly.

His lips tensed up into a thin line across his face as he never breaks eye contact with you, which in this moment is a little unnerving. But the heat is rising through his body, temping his Leo energy to come out and play. "Well, since you wanna mope around the house and give me the silent treatment, I'm afraid you've left me with no choice. We are getting into it, right now." He said with a little bite.

You placed your hands on the countertop, inadvertently mirroring his body language. You let your head fall in front of you. "Goddamn it." You grumbled. This is not going well at all.

The electricity in the air was palpable and rich with strife. Austin attempts to manage his irritation by diminishing his gaze to you in a submissive manner. He can feel his body shake as the adrenaline crashes over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't argue with you, he didn't want to. But his choices for handling his situation are vanishing before him. Austin lowers his tone as he speaks. "Y/N, I'm honestly begging you. Let me in. Being left to my own devices to think about every little thing I might've said or done to offend you is driving me fucking insane. Throw me a bone here. Will you please tell me what's the matter?" He pleads wholeheartedly.

Austin's words cut through your defenses, putting a crack in the wall you tried to build around yourself as a coping mechanism. As you lift your head back up you run your hands over your face and take a deep breath, walking away from the island. You let out a frustrated groan. "I-I don't know, I mean...what's even going on here? We had a great few days together - okay, fine. I can take them for what they are. But then what comes after this?" You say in a frenzy as you pace the kitchen.

Austin remains level headed in his approach as he watches you cross your arms and walk dizzying laps back and forth. "I feel like the answer to your question is pretty obvious."

"Oh really? Well it's funny you say that because from my point of view it's not." You snap back, not even bothering to look up at Austin as you feel yourself getting flustered under pressure.

Austin removes himself from the island and goes to stand closer to you, but keeping out of your way as you walk your laps back and forth. "What, are you telling me that after all this...after every incredible moment we spent together, that you don't want to try and work things out between us? Is that what I'm supposed to extrapolate from all this?" He asks. His brow furrows as he tries to make head or tails of your thought process. Surely you two and he had an unspoken understanding that what transpired over the last few days was mind-blowing. And it was obvious to him that there was no chance in hell he was letting you go back to the east coast without making you his girl, officially. What changed between morning and now?

You stop dead in your tracks and face him for the first time in what felt like ages. Even in this heightened state of emotions you still looked beautiful to him in your blue silk nightie with a slit on one thigh, and your chunky knit cardigan thrown over you to take the chill out from the breeze passing through the open kitchen window. Even now in this moment he still holds all the love for you.

You sigh loudly, dropping your tone a pinch but the words still come out strained. "Austin, it's so much easier said than done. This isn't like some fairytale where everything magically comes together in the end."

Austin raises his fluffy blonde brows. "My sentiments exactly. I may be a bit of a self proclaimed hopeless romantic, but I also see things pragmatically. That's why I said we try and work things out." His shoulders are tense as he now folds his arms in front of chest. The rolled up sleeves on his vintage denim shirt emphasize his biceps and you can't help yourself from glancing down at the sculpted muscles for just a millisecond. You chewed your cheek, chastising yourself for letting your resolve faulter at this important juncture. And with all the heated words being thrown around, Austin hoped that his pleas were getting caught in your brain and not falling on deaf ears.

Your arms fall to your sides as you shrug your shoulders. "Okay, but how?! Please tell me, Austin. How is this supposed to work out in the real world? I have a career and a life back in Boston. Have you forgotten about that?" You ask, raising your voice.

He makes a confused face as if that was a serious question and not rhetorical. "Of course I haven't. I'm not suggesting you move out of your apartment this instant. But what I am suggesting is that you give us a fighting chance." He carefully emphasizes his words so there's not even a sliver of a chance you'll misconstrue his intentions.

"How the hell are you so certain that things between us will work out this time?" You ask as you place one of your hands on your hips.

He looks at you plain as day, serious in his demeanor. He can feel his mouth go dry as he plucks up some internal courage to press on. Austin isn't sure if this is a losing battle, but he's gonna try his best to speak his truth. At least he knows he's getting to the heart of the matter and knocking down your icy resolve. "I'm not. There are no guarantees with anything in life. What I am certain about are my feelings for you. Do you not feel the same way?" The gravelly timbre in his voice is a stark contrast to the butterflies in his stomach, and he waivers slightly as he lays his cards out on the table.

You hear exactly what Austin is saying. And it sticks like glue, finally. However, your jumbled brain simply cannot back down on the inferno it started. "You know as well I do that feelings aren't enough, Austin. I'm trying to think big picture here. If I go back to Boston and you stay here in Georgia, where do we go from there? How does it work? Seeing you maybe once a week on facetime while you're in some exotic country filming your next blockbuster movie? Getting to see you in person a handful of times before the year is out? Is that seriously enough for you? Because if we're doing this then I want certain promises from you. And if you can't make good on those promises then I honestly can't see this being for real. Regardless of how these last three days went. I don't know, maybe it was irresponsible to get involved again. Maybe you shouldn't have written to me in the first place." You said. You didn't mean for what you said to come out a bit terse, but all came pouring out of you like word vomit. You were twisting the knife deeper into Austin's vulnerability. His abandonment issues that stemmed from his childhood were being heavily triggered, and at this point all hell was about to break loose. He uncrossed his arms and walks closer to you. His blood is boiling and he isn't sure how much longer he can keep this going if you won't even give him a chance to hear him out.

His imposing figure towers over you. He again has you trapped into a proverbial corner you can't escape. Even in the open arrangement of the kitchen and conjoined dining room you feel small standing in front of him. Your eyes scan over his blue orbs. You're not sure if you're seeing right in your state of mind, but you're certain you see tears threatening to spill over his face. That wasn't something you were prepared to see. You could feel a bit of the wind in you sails topple over as the man before you trembles, his handsome features downturned.

Austin's heartbeat is in his ears. He steadies himself as best he can. The hurt in his voice is unmistakable. "You wanna know something? I've had some pretty insane things happen to me in these last few years that are pretty unfathomable to express. Every time I think that i'm okay, that i got this, i'm proven wrong. I do press junkets all day, I make public speeches that stop me dead in my tracks with crippling anxiety, I work on sets with a crew of people that adopt me as part of the family and then that family breaks up once filming is over. Inevitably I go back home to an empty house, and i sit with my thoughts. Often times, I lay awake at night and I can hear your laughter playing like a loop in my mind. I close my eyes and I immediately see your face. You've tormented me for all these years. It was excruciating for me to go on living my life without you. It felt like half of me was missing. So as you're standing here right now and you look me in the eye and have the nerve to tell me that feelings aren't enough I call bullshit."

There was a moment of intense silence that ambushed you from all angles. His words cast away most of the doubt that plagued you. And yet, you revert back to replaying the traumatic separation all those years ago in your mind. It didn't have to end like that. Even though you understand why it did. He could have spared you both the immense loss if he had just clung on tight to your relationship. His confession drudged up a lot of feelings that you haven't allowed yourself to come out in so long. It was uncomfortable, but Pandora's Box was already open.

His baby blues were misty and red as he tried his best to not let the tears spill from the rims of his eyes. You could sense the familiar lump in your throat and sniffle settle in your nose as the sting of tears pricked your eyes as well. You placed a hand on the back of your neck and tried to rub the stress away. If you looked at Austin any longer you would crumble to a million pieces, so you averted your gaze down to your feet. "It's just so difficult when I think back to how things ended between us. You left me in the dark to figure out what the hell happened." You spoke solemnly in a hushed tone.

Austin placed one of his hands over his heart in earnest. "And i'm an asshole for that. I'm not a perfect person, I have flaws and I fuck up. My biggest regret was letting you walk out of my life. And yes, I did it to protect you. But now that you're here with me again it's like we've been given a second chance. I have the capacity to make you satisfied in so many ways. More than I ever could before. Please, please allow me to take care of you. You can stay here in this house with me. I can help you relocate and get a good, well-paying job in your career field that you deserve. We don't have to be living life alone anymore." At this point he was almost begging on his knees for you to stay. But was that enough for you? He wasn't sure, but he was doing everything he possibly could to hedge his bets.

The severity of just how messed up this whole situation was hit you like a ton of bricks to your chest. You were so close to breaking down into a heap of loud sobs on the floor. Unfortunately your pride would not allow you to do that in front of the man that loves you and simultaneously hurt you. To put your trust in the whim of a second go around was not something you were inclined to do in this very moment. The little devil on your shoulder was jabbing it's pitchfork into your brain, shutting down all of your rationale. While this relationship was going to require a lot of work, more work than was ever required of you in the past, it wasn't something that was impossible to do. If this was worth saving then you both would have to make sacrifices in order to make it work. But the tremendous weight of it all was baring heavy on your shoulders. You huffed, and turned away from Austin as you padded on your barefeet towards the door. "God, this is just too much for me." You spoke aloud to yourself.

Austin's nerves shot right back up to 100 as he saw you schlep away. "Where are you going?" He asked, his eyes bulging from his sockets.

"I don't know, somewhere. I just need to think about all of this." You said idly, not wanting to expose your soft innermost core that was screaming to be loved by him.

Austin was fast on his heels. And he was much taller than you, so he had the advantage of making a beeline towards the front door with his long legs. He blocked your way out before your hand had the ability to reach out and grab the handle. "Hey, don't you dare walk out on us. Don't go hiding away because you're scared. You talk to me. I'll be damned if we don't get to the bottom of this right now." He spoke in a demanding tone.

You stood as tall as you could, not backing down for one second. "Scared? You got some nerve telling me that I'm scared." You snapped back, but your voice faltered as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

"Why else would you run away from this conversation if you weren't scared, huh? Is this what you're gonna do when things get tough? You walk out on me? There isn't a goddamn chance in hell I'm allowing you to be so foolish like that." He said, raising his voice to match yours. The annoyance dripped from his vocal chords like molasses.

You were starting to see red. He stopped you from leaving the house and now he was calling you out on your bluff. Your ego was now entirely speaking on your account. "You can be a real arrogant son of a bitch, you know that?" You said, practically spitting out the harsh words.

He somehow loomed even larger over you as he took one step towards you, slightly closing the gap between your bodies. The heat was rolling off of him in droves, and he could feel your resentment all the same. It was game, set, match. "And I'm pretty sure you're the most stubborn woman I've ever met in my life." He said, laying it on thick.

His words left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Oh my god! Now I'm stubborn?! I can't believe you right now." You said angrily.

Austin wasn't about to back down. He ventured forward with the ball in his court. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but you knew that this wouldn't be easy. I can see from your perspective that being with me isn't a cake walk, alright? Believe me I get it. But it's equally as frustrating to be with you sometimes. Right now is a prime example." He said, sardonically.

You leaned forward into his personal bubble to assert yourself back into the conversation at hand. You weren't about to let him have the balls to say something like that to you. Not after everything that's happened. "Okay Austin, since you seem to have all perfectly crafted answers, what happens if we do get back together but we breakup again? Did you think about that? One or both of us will end up getting hurt just as badly the second time. I mean, look at us! We're already fighting."

Austin had lost his patience for you so long ago, he wasn't sure how he was managing to somewhat hold it together. His love for you overrides every other need he has. It's not about being right or wrong, it's about speaking honestly from the heart. And that's his forte. "Yeah, that's what every couple does. As much as you're trying to paint me as the villain right now, I didn't write you with this Machiavellian scheme to fuck you and then leave you out to dry once I got my fill. And i'm pretty sure you knew that because if that was the case you'd have already been on the first plane out of here."

You crossed your arms again as you take in what he just said. The guy was right! Why were you fighting so hard against him? You're too far gone in your flight or fight response to rationally come back from this argument at dinner. And you hated that he was pulling back the curtain as you still attempted to shield yourself away from his reach. Maybe you were scared, and maybe you really were stubborn. While he was much bigger than you, you could try to get in the car right now and drive back to Boston, which you knew was a stupid idea. So instead, you thought your best mode of defense was more sass. "And your point?"

Austin held back on the inclination to roll his eyes so far into his noggin. He remained firm. "My point...is that it's never going to be simple when it comes to you and I - unfortunately. But I don't give a fuck about any that because I want to be with you. I want to tirelessly work at this every single day with you. You're the only woman I have ever yearned for, and craved to be with so ardently. And I know that somewhere deep down in your heart you feel the same way. Because why else would you still be here in my company, cooking dinner with me, reading with me, making love to me, and even continuing to fight with me if you didn't want me too. Am I wrong?"

Silence befell the both of you. He looked at you with a fire burning in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. How can you fight back, or have any leg to stand on after what Austin just vehemently raved about? There's no point in backing down or running away. It's impossible. No matter how badly you want to allow yourself to be all consumed with these arduous negative feelings and hide away in Boston, never to see Austin again, you simply can't.

It's as simple and as complicated at you both make it out to be. Of course you each played a role in how things went down since the breakup. Perhaps you were being unfair in putting all the blame onto Austin, and not wanting to look in the mirror at your own causation. And in a lot of ways it was easier to believe this false narrative you were spinning and stay stuck forever. This man standing before you was your everything. You would have given him the life of marriage and children if everything went according to God's perfect plan. But, maybe in some twist of fate it just had to unfold in this way. Everything aligned at the right time. This whole thing didn't start when you got Austin's letter in the mail three days ago. It started on the very first day you two broke up. The magnetism of your electric bond was still pulling you two back together. To think that you fought tooth and nail to deny the intensity of your feelings for him only to fall right back inline with his soul upon minute one on arrival.

As you gaze up at Austin, who's eyes pierce through the thin veil of your never ender list of pathetic excuses, you know there's only one way out of this.

When you don't render him with any form of response, he clicks his tongue in his mouth haughtily. "Hmm. That's what I thought."

Swiftly, and catching you by surprise, Austin bends down and throw you over his shoulder.

"Austin, what are you doing? We have dinner on the stove!" You screech.

"To hell with dinner. There's more important things to tend to." He says firmly.

You feel like a child who's being put in a timeout by her parent as Austin hoists you over his shoulder, gripping onto the backs of your thighs as he shuffles through the kitchen with you in tow. You try desperately to cling onto any part of him that your fingers can reach as you feel unsteady over his broad shoulder, and it's not helping matters that Austin is fast on his feet.

Austin readjusts you higher on his shoulder and releases one of his hands as he expertly turned off the burner on the stove as he makes his way around the island. At least he had the wherewithal to not accidentally burn the house down while he has every intention of setting you straight. His only destination is the bedroom, and he wastes no time in climbing two steps at a time up to the second floor. You feel dizzy as he jostles you around like a ragdoll. But he somehow isn't even breaking a sweat.

Austin manhandling you shouldn't be hot, specially under this circumstance of the fight you just had. But your body betrays your mind as you feel the familiar tingles of arousal spreading over you down below. The door to the bedroom is already open, and he grunts as he leans one of his knees on the bed and throws you down onto the comforter.

You bounce back aggressively as he tosses you onto the bed without a care. And he leaves you with no time to react to your new surroundings as he's on you in a flash. You gasp as the bed sinks beneath you as Austin crawls lowly, stalking you like you're the main course meal, and sinks his plush mouth onto yours. He straddles you, pushing your legs far and wide as he takes up as much space as possible, fully covering your body with his lean frame. He needs to be on every single inch of you, desperate for skin to skin contact.

His mouth isn't tender or graceful, it's all tongue and a clashing of teeth. You can taste the essence of red wine on his lips from earlier in the day, and his woodsy cologne overpowers your senses as he literally eats you alive. He groans heavy in your mouth, and as your tongues work back and forth in a dance for mutually assured control you're overcome by the overwhelming nature of his masculine dominance. You feel yourself little by little succumbing to his touch.

His large hands roughly get a full grope of your ample breasts, clothed by your blue nightie. You moan into the vicious kisses, a smirk plays on the corners of Austin's lips as he knows you're becoming unglued by the second. He has you right where he wants you.

You can hear him growl low in his chest as he takes whatever he wants from you, his tongue plunging in and out of your mouth with a frenzy. His lips work against yours in such a sinful way that you can't help but arch your back off the bed and try to meet his clothed erection pressing into your lower stomach. But he's not about to let you take the reigns. This is his time to shine. No more is the sweet man that read you poetry as the cool Georgia air wafted through your long hair. That man was put to rest. You've awakened something visceral, something animalistic from within him that he never let any other woman see. His unyielding love for you is borderline intoxicating and all consuming. And tonight you'd experience just how intensely he wanted you.

His plush lips pull away from yours with a pop, and you both pant heavily as you gasp for oxygen. But it's not long before Austin is on the attack, licking and sucking down your neck. "You have no idea what you do to me." He moans gruffly against your neck. He's painting you like his own personal canvas with his mouth as he leaves behind large purple bruises in his wake. "I thought I'd lost you forever once before, but seeing you almost walk out of my life for a second time - fuck, I can't handle it."

Your hands rummage through Austin's hair as he trails searing, desperate kisses down your collarbone. All you can do is mewl and writhe underneath him. You're a slave to the attention he's lavishing your body with, even if he is intermingling pleasure with a bit of pain. It did scare you a little bit seeing Austin so overcome with emotion in his plight to keep you here. You aren't sure what this man is capable of in these circumstances. He could snap you in half like a twig or he could fuck you over and over again into orgasmic bliss until you're crying and chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Both options were seemingly on the table and your heart leapt in your chest at the uncertainty of which Austin you're getting right now.

You're not sure if you should say something or take the assault of his frisky hands and mouth, and honestly you can't formulate any words as Austin pulls down the front of your nightie, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples already harden into pert buds under his intense stare, and he licks his lips hungrily before suckling the left one into his hot mouth.

"Mm, Austin!" You whine. He rolls his tongue around your nipple before he grazes his teeth between the sensitive flesh. You hissed, and your pussy clenched around nothing as your juices stated to flow.

His baby blues peered into your soul as he watched your beautiful features contort with pleasure. Treating you this way was getting him hot under the collar. He let out a soft moan around your breast as he rocked his clothed cock against your stomach, never fully meeting the part of you that desperately wanted his attention. And he knew this. Soon enough he knew the more he worked you up into a tizzy the more insatiable for him you would be. And he played on that to his advantage.

He released your nipple with a wet plop and focused his attention on the right one, still licking and sucking and nibbling with his teeth all the same. This was already driving you insane and he barely touched you. Your hips rose off the bed and was determined to get some delicious friction to your aching pussy on his hardened length, but it was no use, he was off of you as fast as lightening. Your breast jiggled before him as he pulled away from your nipple. Austin's lips were pouty pink and swollen from his barrage of kisses and sucking on your flesh. But he was nowhere near done.

He looked at you like a wild animal in heat, and it turned you on like no other. He was a man on a mission and nothing would get in the way of his perfectly unfolding plan. You knew in your brain that you'd have to just lay there and take whatever he would dole out to you.

He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth as he roamed his hands down your sides and over your stomach, touching every precious inch of your body he could claim as his under his scorching hands. As Austin sat back on his heels and admired your curves, you could clearly see now just how hard he was for you. He was pitching a large tent under his jeans and you whimpered wantonly as even more of your slick collected into your dripping folds. Austin nearly lost it as he pushed your legs apart even further, exposing your sparkling pussy to him that was already red and throbbing for him.

He groaned hoarsely. "Jesus Christ, woman, you just love to taunt me don't you? Waltzing around my house with no panties on. What a slut you are." His words rattled around in your brain, causing all of the neurons to short circuit. Did he just call me a slut? You don't even have time to quip back at him with a remark, two of his long slender fingers have already pushed past your tight walls, filling you to the brim. Your wetness made it so easy for him to slide through your womanhood without prepping you first.

You let out a strangled moan as he masterfully curls his fingers in a come hither motion against that spongy spot inside you. He knows all of the exact buttons to push and how much pressure to apply to have you spiraling out of control.

He looked love drunk with power in this moment. It barely took him any effort to make you sticky and slippery, just like how he always wants you. His pupils were blown black, no ounce of those genteel angelic blues were present. They were glazed over with lust and control. He looked like a greek god with his golden waves plastered to his forehead with sweat as his hand macerated your pussy. "Were you this aching and wet for me while we were fighting downstairs? Did I get you all hot and bothered, little one? Seeing me fight for what's mine make you wanna drop to your knees and beg me to fuck you?" He said through gritted teeth, jaw clenched, and ragged breaths.

Your whole body rocked back and forth as Austin set a a steady pace with his fingers. Your walls spasmed around his digits, soaking him through to the bone. The sounds of your juices sloshing around his fingers filled the room. Your needy, incessant cries of pleasure were only spurring him on. He didn't need you to reply, you both already knew the answer. A flush rose to your cheeks. You couldn't hide how much you wanted him even in the throws of your argument moments ago. Even as you were ready to march out the door never to see Austin Butler again, your burning desire for him kept you tethered. You could never really walk out on him, you love him so desperately. He knows you well - body, mind, and soul. No matter how angry or irrational you both get with those vile words that are meant to sting only momentarily, you can't kid yourself that this man is your everything. And as he's finger fucking you to the high heavens, looking down at you like you hold the key to his very existence on this planet, you allow yourself to bend to his will. You'll be his good little slut like you both know you are.

Whimpers kept pouring out of your mouth like a running faucet, flooding Austin's senses as he looked down at you, fucked out on his fingers. You couldn't even look him in the eye, a shyness crept over you as you realized how quickly you were willing to throw your ego out the window in this moment. You tucked your face into your shoulder, shrinking away.

"Please, take me however you want. I just need you, Aus. I need all of you." You groaned, embarrassed by your confession and his digits hitting all the right spots inside you.

Hearing those words from you had him nearly coming in his pants. He throbbed hard and proud. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. Seeing you fall apart under his skillful hands had him high sitting on his throne of power in this moment.

He moaned, and pressed his free hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure of his fingers inside of you. "Let's go baby. You want everything I got, hm? I knew I could fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't even remember your name." He said all this through gritted teeth, the pace in which he's fingering you and the pressure on your lower stomach increased so deliciously. The sounds of your moans and the obscene noises your juicy pussy was making was the obscene soundtrack to this night of debauchery.

That coil in your stomach tightened. Your entire body was shaking, and you both knew you were on the precipice. All it took was a few more masterful hard thrusts of his fingers brushing against your g-spot to make you come undone.

"Holy shit, Austin! I-I'm..." You couldn't even finish warning your man before you clenched tightly around his long digits. A slew of profanities drained from your mouth, and your wetness coated Austin's fingers thickly.

He sat back on his heels with a smug expression on his face, like he knew he could get you there in record time. The pent up sexual frustration you both felt for each other was astronomical. And you'd be a shell of a woman by the end of the night. You knew damn well Austin was gonna make good on his promise to fuck you to the stratosphere. Already you felt like you were taken on the ride of your life. And this was only round one.

"Fucking incredible." Austin bemused as he watched you come back down to earth, still shivering in the aftermath. He pulled his fingers out from your pussy and watched as the slick from within you seeped out from your needy hole. His hand glistened, and he admired how the slick pulled from his fingers.

He usually would suck his fingers clean of your juices, but tonight he was a different man. Instead he brought them to your lips and tried to force his way through your mouth. "Good girls clean up their messes, isn't that right?" He purred.

You've never tasted yourself on his fingers before, you were taken aback by this side of Austin you've never seen. But a part of you is turned on by the fact that you make him this way. So you oblige him. You part your lips and allow him to dip his fingers in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his digits and sucking off the wetness.

His brow furrowed at the sight of you sucking his fingers. "Lick it all up, just like that. Now you know what I taste every time I go down on your heavenly made pussy." He moaned thickly. "Don't miss a single precious morsel, babygirl."

Austin was thoroughly enjoying you vacuuming up your nectar from his fingers. It wasn't a taste sensation you were used to at all, but it was erotic all the same. His fingers plunged just a little too far in your mouth, causing you to gag around his fingertips. His lip twitched into a satisfied grin.

"Mm. Such a good little slut for me." He praised hotly. He removed his fingers from your lips when he thought you cleaned them thoroughly. And without warning he wrapped his hand around your throat, clamping down enough to cause your breath to hitch. Your eyes widened in trepidation, and instinctively your small hand tried to wrap around his wrist to gain leverage.

Austin leaned down, his face tantalizingly close to yours, but not close enough. He let his soft lips ghost yours in a feather like touch, never fully giving you what you want. "Before we go any further I want to set the terms. You say you want me to take you any way that I so desire. Well, let's see if you're true to your word. Because trust in this honey...I will take what's mine and leave you gasping for air. You'll be drowning in my cock, pleading to cum. And if you're a good little girl then rest assured I'll take care of you so good you'll be seeing heaven. That's fair, right?" He asked tauntingly.

A strangled moan escaped your lips and your grip on his wrist tightened. Austin fully intends to drag this out and make you his bitch. And tonight, you are. You nodded your head yes as your answer. But that didn't satisfy him enough.

He hummed lowly in his chest, "Are you sure you wanna catch this smoke, darlin? Once you give yourself over to me there's no going back." His words have a double meaning to them. Clearly indicating the unfolding of events in his bed, but also his intentions with you. Once you allow yourself to fold into his world, blending effortlessly your life with his as his woman then there's no walking out. It's the ultimatum you didn't want to be faced with. But the argument from before is fully out of your mind right now. He was right. You knew going into this what you were getting yourself into. Seeing Austin turned all the way up to eleven with his sexual appetite had you weak in the knees. You knew he would never hurt you, even in this sex crazed modality. You both had some things you needed to release. The catharsis it'll bring to be unified with Austin in this way is knocking on your door. And you open it.

"I said I need all of you. So give it to me." You coax lowly. You knew you were poking the fire, but that was all he needed to turn on you at warp speed.

His grip on your throat released. With a force within him that he never knew he had his hands went for the slit in your nightie still on you, but not for long. With a grunt and a flex of his biceps, the silky fabric ripped and melted off of your body like butter. He made it look so easy, and you gasped at his brazen action. Suddenly now you were fully exposed to him, bare breasts and all for the first time tonight. He allowed his eyes to wander down your supple womanly curves, but not for much longer than a few seconds. With a quick determination he flipped you over onto your stomach in one fluid motion.

His large domineering hands claimed your body. One held onto your hip and the other ran down your back, pushing your upper body into the mattress. "Face down, ass up". He commanded hurriedly. "Stay exactly like this, don't fucking move." And so you stayed there, patiently. You felt the bed shift beneath your knees as Austin rose up and stood by the foot of the bed. With shaky hands he removed his denim shirt and unbuttoned his plants. From where you were situated you also heard the familiar noise of a zipper being tugged down. Being in such a vulnerable position, unsure of what Austin had envisioned for your body was frightening. But you signed up for this, and you were gonna take it.

Austin panted as he chucked his pants and boxer briefs off his long legs and tossed them to the side. You were itching to turn around and see him in all his manly glory, but he didn't give you the chance. He was back on you, the bed shifted again under your weight as he knelt behind you. Austin's hands went to your ass, palming the flesh and kneading you in his hands before delivering a smack that rang loudly in your ears.

You jolted forward and hissed from the sting. "Austin!" You whined. Your hands gripped the sheets already. He had you flustered.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He said sardonically, and he gave you another smack on the other cheek, making you moan. Your ass was red and sore after Austin spanked you good a couple more times, never once stopping to check and see how you were taking the punishment. He could tell by your moans that through the pain you were enjoying the act. And if it wasn't obvious enough, the more he spanked you the wetter they would sound as your slick dripped down your thighs. "God, you're soaking wet for me. Must be ready for this cock, hm?"

"Please..." You whine into the pillow, your ass leans back to try and chase his dick, getting any kind of friction from him. But he puts a halt to that right quick. He's stronger than you, and his hands roam down to the backs of your thighs, gripping them a little too roughly, digging his nails into the soft meaty flesh.

"Easy now, little one. You don't get to decide how I take this pussy. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, delivering a surprising smack to your bare pussy. it wasn't enough to hurt you but the blow was softened by your sticky slick. You groaned at the strange sensation, the sting of his hand reverberated deep within you, causing your clit to throb.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be good I promise." You mewled.

Austin hummed delightfully at your obedience. A cocky brow raised. "That's what I like to hear."

Austin waited a little too long before he took his cock in his hand and pushed his red tip past your opening. You both moaned in ecstasy as he sunk his length fully into you. "Like a glove." Austin moaned.

In no time Austin was slamming his cock into you, your tight walls clenching and fluttering around him as he takes what's his. His pace is unrelenting. He's pistoning in and out of your wetness. And all you can do is take the brutal onslaught. "Oh fuck!" You screamed into the pillow.

He threw his head back and growled, totally overcome by you. "Christ, you're always so goddamn tight for me."

He grips onto your hips as he continues to plunge deeply in and out of you. Your ass bounces right in his face and he loves the view. "Look at you, sweetness. Taking me so well. My cockslut. I know you love this dick." He groaned lowly, his husky voice striking the very core of you.

You gush around him at his vulgar words. In the back of your mind you remind yourself that you're his ever devoted slut, so you play into the role. "No other man could ever fuck me like you do." You moaned lustfully.

You felt Austin's cock throb harshly around your fluttering walls, and he growled at your words. "Fucking right, baby. Your pussy was tailor made just for me. And my cock is the perfect fit. Oh, God-" He moaned loudly, his grip around your hip tightening, surely to leave bruises all over your backside by morning. The way you were milking his cock as he brutally fucked you from behind sent him careening over the edge.

Without warning Austin balls your hair into his fist, yanking your head back from the pillows and you gasp for fresh air. You squeal, feeling as if he's toying with you in every possible way. Austin leans down close to your ear. His grip on your hair tightens with calculated control.

"Tell me how much you want me." He snarled in your ear. Austin snaps his hips harder, his cock bruising your cervix deliciously with every deep plunge through your tight wetness. It's so good your mouth hangs open and you furrow your brows, unable to speak or say anything.

Austin reached around and slaps your ass harshly, bringing you out of your stupor and groaning at his hand sinks into the round of your burning ass cheek. "I wanna hear you say it. Use your words." He ordered through gritted teeth.

A long, drawn out moan slipped past your lips as he rammed your g-spot over and over in the way he knows drives you crazy. You shudder and clamp your pussy around his dick, earning you a moan from Austin. You bite your lip. "Fuck, I just wanna be with you and only you. You fuck this pussy so good. It's all yours. Take what you want from me. Use me, make me full of your cum. Please, Aus." You moaned, begging for him.

"Oh I will, baby. I'm gonna pump you full of my load, good and proper. Ruin you for any other man. Mark you as mine. My girl, my best girl. My one and only. Forever and always." He groaned, he meant every word he said too. It wasn't just in the heat of the moment that made him say these things. Through fucking you to pieces his cup for you was overflowing with the strongest love he's ever known.

His thrusts somehow picked up the pace even faster than you ever thought was possible. But Austin was nowhere near close to being finished with you just yet. Just when he let you get used to the frenzied speed of his cock slamming into you, he plants his right foot out on the bed and takes you deeper and harder. His grip on your hair releases, and your head falls back into the pillows as you practically scream hoarsely at how he was taking you.

Suddenly, you can feel a glob of wetness pool around your folds and drip down your clit and your thighs. Austin had collected a mouthful of saliva in his mouth and spit it out between your conjoined bodies, letting it coat his cock. While you were already soaking wet, this just aided him even more in slipping his engorged cock in your swollen cunt. Austin growled at the sight of his glistening cock disappearing into your pussy and back out with more wetness. The sounds of your fucking sounded like the sauciest pot of macaroni.

You turned your head to the side and let out a slew of needy whimpers. "Austin, can I cum please? I'm so close."

It would be pointless to deprive you of your orgasm now after you made such a show of your devotion, and he for you. As he approaches the finish line with you he will grant you your request.

"Mm, you asked so nicely, little one. Get ready to see those pearly gates. You're going straight to Heaven, my angel." His free hand snakes around your body and toys with your clit that's drenched in his spit.

"Oh fuck, Austin! I'm coming!" With a few masterful swirls of his callused fingertips around your red clit, you scream his name as you unravel underneath him. The tidal wave of your orgasm is crushing, and you shake hard as you struggle to maintain the position your in any longer than necessary. And thankfully he's close.

"Oh God, sweetness, i'm gonna cum in that pretty pussy." He bellows with his head thrown back, savoring the feel of your climax wash over his cock. His hips tremble and his thrusts become sloppy. It only takes a couple of sharp plunges into your cunt before he moans your name. Thick ropes of his white seed paint your walls as he comes undone. All of the frustration built up from before was all coming out in droves in your pussy as your body eagerly drank up every ounce of his cum. He had marked you in various ways that you were his, and this was the final act of his show of devotion.

After some time of letting his cock marinate in your intermixed orgasms he pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed on his back. You're both totally spent, you don't even have the strength to roll over. All of your limbs feel like they're on pins and needles, and your ass is on fire after the abuse it endured by Austin's hands.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breaths, he turns over on his side to look at you, your face buried in the pillow, shaking.

"You alright, baby?" He asked concerned in a hushed tone. Normal Austin was back, and he was worried he took things a little too far tonight. A soothing hand went to stoke your back as you came down from your high.

So many emotions flooded to the surface. And you just laid there for a moment to soak it in. You've been such a damn fool. Every single pathetic excuse, while some of the concerns you raised might be valid, holds no water. There was no way you were going back home as the same person before you got on that plane to Georgia. Everything had changed.

Perhaps it was the endorphins causing havoc on your brain, but something you never thought you would say this early on left your mouth before you knew what was happening.

"I love you." You said softly, barely above a whisper. it felt like the most natural thing to say. You weren't gonna be stupid and pretend like you don't love this man. He took you to heights that you weren't even aware that you could venture to. And above all, even through all the fighting and the confusion, the man laying next to you now looking like the most beautiful creature to ever be made by God's hands was your one and only. Austin was your other half, regardless of how hard-headed and difficult you wanted to be.

Austin's brow arched quizzically, and his heart raced. He wasn't sure if he heard you right, but surely he couldn't mistake the sound of your first I love you in years. His eyes were bright as the summer sky and clear like crystals. His hand on your back paused, just resting there stunned.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. Was he hearing things? He had to know. "What did you say?" He asked, he didn't mean for it to come out a little desperate but he was on the verge of having a heart attack.

You heaved one last ragged breath before turning your head out of the pillow and facing him. Your heart leapt out of your chest when you saw him, his flushed red lips were trembling and you could tell he was shaking from nervousness.

It felt like you were saying I love you for the very first time. Never have you felt so vulnerable than in this moment. The expression on his face painted the picture, he was holding on to the hope that you felt the same way for him. Austin had wanted to say it the other day but swallowed down the natural inclination. He was afraid he would lose you all over again. And you nearly walking out on him sent him spiraling down the path of no return. It was unbearable to think of living without you. And you knew after tonight that you clearly felt the same way. As if you even needed any more convincing.

One of your arms sprang back to life, and you reached out your hand to stroke his face, your thumb being prickled by his blonde facial hair. Austin's breath hitched in his throat at your sensual touch. He swears that if he couldn't hold it together that he could probably start crying any second. The anticipation is killing him.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath, looking him square in the eye. "I said, I love you, Austin Butler."

Austin let out a breathy chuckle. He was overjoyed, to put it mildly. And you were giddy all the same. It felt so freeing to finally say those three simple words. He didn't know what to do with himself. He wasn't sure if he should throw you over his shoulder and fuck you against every surface in the house, or break down crying with happiness. Both options sounded good right about now.

"You love me?" He asked honestly, his emotions bubbling to the surface. His big puppy dog eyes broke your heart into a million pieces.

"I do." You said faintly.

Austin leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his face against your hand. His lips grazed your thumb and placed the smallest of kisses to the pad of your finger. "I fucking love you, Y/N Y/L/N". He was on cloud nine.

You blushed a deep shade of pink and you bit your lower lip, stifling a girlish giggle that wanted to escape. Well, there was definitely no going back now. He was smitten with you and you were the same for him. It felt like two souls coming back together as one, and it felt so right.

A wide, beaming smile spread across his features, and a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before was suddenly shining so brightly behind his baby blues. He slid over to you and gently rolled you over onto your back, being mindful that he went to town on your body and you were still recovering.

Your legs spread for him instinctively and he settled between them. This felt like the most long awaited homecoming. Austin propped his body weight on either side of your head with his forearms. One of his hands smoothed over the flyaway hairs that were out of place. He was over the moon and glowing. And so were you. Your hands went to stroke his svelte waist.

"Goddamn, she loves me." Austin sighed lustfully, mostly to himself in a manner of which he almost couldn't believe.

You giggled even more as he nuzzled his nose against yours in the cutest eskimo kiss. His lips found their way to yours and you melted into his touch. You both moaned into the kiss longingly. The embers of your love grew deeper by the second, and the two of you probably could have gone another couple of rounds. But Austin pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, sighing.

"How's about you and I go clean up in the shower, and then we figure out what to do with dinner?" Austin suggested.

You nodded. "I'm pretty sure what we've already got sitting on the stove isn't good anymore. Should we just get takeout?"

Austin passed you a confused look. "Babe. Be serious. Takeout here? What delivery driver is gonna come down here in the middle of nowhere? I live out in the country for a reason, to get away from people." He laughed.

"Okay you're right, I didn't think about that." You chuckled, blushing adorably.

"Besides I love cooking meals with you. We can think of something else to make." Austin pondered.

"Mmm. I don't know about you, but i'm kinda craving breakfast."

"Oh yes, baby. That sounds delicious." He grinned happily, kissing you once more before pulling you by the hands off of the bed. "Come on now, let's clean this mess up. I gotta make sure my babygirl's pussy is in tip top shape." He threw one of your arms around his neck and he lifted you up in his strong arms, cradling you into the bathroom. You both laugh as he whisks you away.

You spend a healthy amount of time under the hot, steamy shower cleaning each other and giggling like school children. This feels like the beginning of the sweet honeymoon stage all over again, and you never want the feeling to end.

After your shower you towel dry your hair and throw it up in a messy bun. Since your nightie was shredded in two, you have to remedy the situation. You think it's only fair that you go into Austin's closet and pull out one of his favorite clothing items, his grey Velvet Underground hoodie. it was perfectly oversized and comfy on your frame, plus you looked sexy in it so he allowed you to steal it this one time.

Austin threw on some grey sweats and a black thermal. He situated his hair by letting it hang limp along his forehead, letting his waves airdry to messy perfection. The two of you make your way downstairs and throw out what was on the stove, making way for a heartly plate of breakfast for dinner.

Through your cooking the pair of you couldn't stop touching each other and invading one another's personal bubble. It just felt like the most tender of reunions. He was wearing this stunning loved on look every time he passed a glance in your direction. And you were sure you looked positively lovestruck as well, you could feel the flush in your cheeks and the excited emotions rise to the surface just being in his company. It was an amazing feeling to know that you could allow yourself to be happy for once in your life. Boston was cold and uninspiring. And I'm sure that even here in the beautiful countryside that Austin grew restless as well. With the two of you reunited it was like the breakup never even happened. No time was lost. The specifics of how you two would logistically work out was something you didn't even think about. That was for another time.

While you were eating your meal of scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and bacon galore you dragged your chair over to Austin's spot across the large dining table, closing the distance for good. And he smiled contently. His hand made permanent residence on your bare thigh, stroking lazy circles on your flesh as you ate to your hearts content.

The two of you would eventually clean up the kitchen and settle on listening to some music in the living room. Record after record of lovey-dovey old-timey songs from years past was spinning on the needle, and the two of you reveled in each others embrace as Austin pulled you in for a slow dance that seemed to never stop - only when necessary to change sides of the record and put on a new one. Your head was nestled on his chest, one of your hands wrapped around his back and your other hand clasped gently with his. Austin lovingly held onto your waist, pulling your frame into his. You two danced for what felt like hours, occasionally murmuring i love you's and delicate kisses passed from his lips to yours. Your hearts fluttered. It was perfection.

The following day you woke up in Austin's arms in bed, naked as per usual. After last night's makeup sex, Austin took his time in properly lavishing your body as he made love to you like a woman deserves to be. And you too gave to him what any man craves from his woman who loves him so passionately.

It wasn't easy to leave his bed on this fateful morning, you wanted to stay there forever. Today was the last day of your trip. And you felt forlorn. It was as if your heartstrings were ripping apart thinking about going back to the chilly Boston city, miles away from your beloved.

You had a booked flight out of Atlanta for 1pm, it was the only one they had available on short notice, so you took it. You had to be back to work and your mundane boring life on the east coast. You took an extra long time to get your clothes on and your things packed. And Austin hung around you like a lost puppy dog. Every chance he got, he'd reach out to touch you in simple ways, like catching the fabric of your skirt between his fingers as you walked by him in the hallway. Or his arm would brush up against yours on purpose. He didn't want you to leave either. Austin made you one last delicious breakfast of your favorite things that he knew you loved. It was bittersweet to sit at the table beside him knowing you'd have to go. The two of you just sat in silence as the noises of your chewing mouths filled the room.

Unfortunately, the time was nearing for your departure. With your suitcase in tow Austin walks you out onto the porch. He leans against the doorframe like he did the first time you saw him only 3 days ago. With a lump in your throat, you place your bag down on the ground and wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. You commit to memory every little detail about him - what he smelled like, what his facial hair felt like against your face, and the warmth of his arms as he held you to his warm body. And he jotted down things in his mind as well about you. He clung onto your waist tightly, cherishing this moment before the sweet sorrow of his girl gone and out of his embrace became too real to bare.

You pulled back a little and looked him over from head to toe. One thing you wanted to remember was his handsome face that you know you'll long for every day. His azure eyes were glassy, and one solitary tear spilled from the red rims. You pouted seeing him get emotional, and held his face in your hands. Your thumb brushed away the fallen salty tear.

"Never forget that I love you, Austin." You say softly with tears in your eyes too.

He sighed. "Oh believe me, I won't. I'll be thinking about these last few days spent with you here until I can hold you again." His hands cupped your face as he brought you in for one last passionate kiss that was overflowing with love, vulnerability, hope, desperation, all of it. You both wanted this to last, and you relished in the sensation of his plush velvet mouth on yours.

After sometime you both reluctantly pull away, panting. You let a tear run down your face, unable to keep it together anymore. Austin kissed your forehead delicately, wiping them away. "I love you to the moon and back."

You nodded and smiled, sniffling your tears away and swallowing your sadness. Your let your hands linger on his chest as you ran them slowly up to his shoulders and down both arms before tangling your fingers with his.

You pulled him away from the door and with one hand you grabbed your bag. While still holding hands with Austin with the other, he walks you over to your car parked on the side of the house. He helps you by taking your bag and placing it in the trunk before he opens the drivers side door and ushers you in with his hand, helping you into the vehicle.

You close the door and roll the window down so you can kiss him one final time. The lingering taste of orange juice from breakfast and the saltiness of both your tears is oddly comforting. You breathe in him, and he makes sure to let your floral perfume walk around in his mind for as long as he can. With a wet pop he releases your rosy lips. A warm smile spread across his face as he looked you over once more.

"I'll be seeing you." Austin spoke assuredly.

You smiled too, and nodded. "Yeah." You put the key in the ignition and turn, starting the engine. You put the gear shifter in drive and before you put your foot on the gas you blew him one last kiss.

Austin watched as you drove off with a heavy heart. He brought the pads of his fingers to his lips and blew you a farewell kiss back as you looked into the rearview mirror on your way out to get one more glance at your man. He placed his hand over his aching chest, missing you already and you weren't even gone.

This was not the end though, not even far from it.

You've only just begun.

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