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Because of You | Part 6
Authors Note: so, despite missing a post last week, weâre back to weekly updates! Lots of fluff and some real protective!shawn. Also, huge thanks to @alittletoomuchshawn for helping me with some maaajor parts!
Summary: Shawn canât seem to keep his fists to himself and one punch turns into five and what better way to be punished than for his dad to be his number one cockblocker.
Word Count: 2,407
Shawnâs never been one to get nervous. Never had the experience of sweaty palms and frantic butterflies in his stomach, or a dazed head and blushed cheeks. But all at once heâs experiencing them when her lips meet his. His mind is in a frenzy, body still as a rock and he can physically hear his heartbeat in his ears. He moves quickly, though. He cups her pretty little face in the palms of his hands and his eyes gently flutter closed. Heâs losing himself in it, in her.
Her lips are sweet⌠plump and soft and Shawn canât believe heâs kissing her. Lola threads her dainty fingers through his Godlike curls and gives them a generous little tug. Heâs seeing stars, his lips are tingling. Lola subtly slides her warm tongue between his lips, the sudden boldness catching Shawn off guard and he pants slightly into her mouth. She tastes like cherries with a hint of peppermint and Shawn finds himself completely mesmerised by it.
Shawnâs hand sneaks its way to the back of her neck, slim fingers twirling her auburn locks and tugging ever so gently, but it only makes her more eager. Sheâs shifting to the very edge of the bed, fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck and he lets out a soft groan against her lips.
Lola pulls away, panting with what Shawn can only guess to be a dizzy smile and she purses her lips to bite back a soft laugh. âIâm sorry⌠I shouldnât have done that, Iâm sorry.â She giggles through her embarrassment and Shawn can feel the heat that rises to her cheeks.
He clears his throat, his forehead resting on hers and he nibbles on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of her thatâs varnished him. âNo, itâs⌠itâs okay.â He tries to assure her, though thereâs a thick silence that sits on them as they continue to lean into each other. Shawn doesnât know what the fuck heâs doing. This isnât like him, he doesnât do this kind of shit. But itâs her, itâs Lola and Shawn doesnât want to pull away. He doesnât want to feel the coldness of her body not being close enough.
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