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You tried to find comfort underneath your blankets. You were warm. You had found a comfortable position. You should have been able to find sleep by now.
But you were alone.
The bedroom felt colder and emptier. The comfort of your blankets wasn't enough to send you to sleep. No amount of blankets could warm the cold loneliness gripping your heart. You were used to the feeling of large, strong arms enveloping you and holding you against a warm body.
But Noah wasn't here right now.
He was on tour with his band, which meant that you had to come home to a quiet, empty apartment. At times, it was peaceful, but other times, you missed the peace that only Noah's presence could bring. Noah had been gone for a few days already and you were already wishing he was back already. The two of you still remained in touch. You'd call Noah every so often and these calls would give you a brief respite from your loneliness.
But you longed for his physical presence.
You laid there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling. Then you got out of bed. After a few hours of managing to calm yourself down with music, you decided to look around for one of Noah's hoodies. You found one and then made your way back to bed. You fell asleep surrounded by his scent and that was a small comfort that helped you get through the night.
On the night that Noah came home, you decided to make a pasta dinner. The table was set and you were finishing up with dinner when you heard the front door unlocking. Your ears perked up. You stirred the sauce for a moment and then tossed the spoon on the counter. You greeted Noah at the door. When he saw you, a smile bloomed on his tired face.
"Hey, angel." He breathed. He put his bags down and moved towards you to give you a hug.
"Hey, baby." You mumbled back. You settled into his arms and closed your eyes, relishing the warmth of his embrace.
When he pulled back, you resisted the urge to cling to him. Your gaze drifted up to his and you saw your own relief reflected in his eyes. You reached up to touch his cheek. "Hey, you look exhausted. Why don't you get settled in while I finish up dinner?"
He hummed in agreement. "I need a shower. I'm all sweaty." He kissed your forehead. "Dinner smells good."
Your smile broadened. "Thank you."
The two of you came apart and as he started heading to the bathroom, you felt a slight pang of loneliness. You wanted to follow Noah into the bathroom and shadow him just to be near him again, but you decided it was best to give him space to not overwhelm him. He must have been tired after a long tour. After Noah finished showering, he came into the kitchen. You glanced over absentmindedly as you were stirring the pasta, but then your gaze was pulled back to him.
He sat down at the kitchen table. There was a bit of stubble growing on his face. His hair was still a little wet and somewhat tousled. There was something so captivating about the way he looked in that moment. He was already attractive to you, but every so often, he'd look a certain way that just took your breath away.
Noah let out a sigh and slouched in his chair. He looked up and noticed you staring.
He chuckled. "What's got you looking all starry-eyed, hmm?"
Your face reddened and you looked away. You returned to stirring the sauce. He walked over to you and leaned his head on your shoulder, one arm snaking around you to rest on your hip.
"Babe." He purred. "I asked you a question."
Your cheeks felt slightly hot. "Um…you look good." You mumbled.
"Hmm, what was that? I didn't quite hear you." He leaned in closer and kissed your cheek.
You let out a small giggle. "You look good." You said a little louder, turning to look at him.
"Oh, I look good?" There was a playful arrogance in his tone.
You smiled. "Yeah."
He hugged you and started peppering kisses on your neck, making you giggle even more. Once the food was able to be left on the stove to cook, the two of you sat at the kitchen table together. A calm silence had settled in the kitchen. You were sitting on Noah's lap. He was holding your hand and you were staring down at his tattoos. Your fingers traced the floral design on his hand. Then your gaze wandered over the intricate Japanese traditional tattoos on his arm, following your fingers as you touched the scales and waves on his skin. Your eyes drifted across the rest of his tattoos. You settled on his neck, your fingers brushing over the snake. Then your eyes drifted up to his. He had a gentle smile on his face. It seemed he had been quietly watching you admire his tattoos. Your gaze flickered from the stubble on his face back to his eyes.
"You thinking of growing it out?" You asked, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek.
He searched your gaze. "Maybe." He said thoughtfully.
"It's a good look for you."
He chuckled and kissed your hand. "Thank you, angel."
He pulled you closer and the two of you shared a kiss. Then you pulled back for air and pressed your forehead against his savoring the feeling of his closeness. Throughout all the nights that you'd spent apart, you felt like you couldn't handle anything. The weight of everything wrong in your life seemed so heavy that you could barely stand it. Right now, though, all that mattered was the comfort of being in his arms again. That painful ache in your chest had subsided. The kitchen seemed brighter than when you'd been alone.
You breathed a contented sigh. "It's nice to have you back."
Noah smiled. "It's nice to be back." He glanced over at the timer for the food and then looked back at you. His thumb rubbed your arm.
After a brief moment of silence, he asked, "So, how've you been? How's work?"
You shrugged. "The usual."
"Have you been taking care of yourself?"
There was a little hesitation before you responded. "As best I can."
His smile faded a little. "I hope things haven't been too hard."
You kissed him and then pulled back to smile at him. "I'm better now that you're back."
The brightness returned to his smile, but the concern remained in his gaze. After dinner, the two of you cleaned up. Once the kitchen was cleaned, you dried your hands and Noah came up behind you. He kissed your neck and pulled you close.
"I enjoyed dinner. You did a good job." He murmured.
"Oh, it was just pasta. Not that hard to fuck up." You turned in his arms.
He chuckled. "So? I still think you did a good job."
You shared a kiss and Noah hugged you. Then when you pulled apart, your noses brushed together.
"You know, there's been something on my mind for a few days." You whispered.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
You hesitated. "Um, well, maybe it's a bad idea. Since you just got home and you're tired."
He pulled a strand of hair out of your face and studied you. "I'm a little tired, but I've still got some energy. What did you have in mind, angel?"
A faint redness bloomed on your cheeks. "I couldn't stop thinking of when you got home because then we….we could get to…to…to fuck again."
His eyes darkened as desire filled his gaze. "Oh yeah?"
"And I feel a little aroused right now. It's just…really nice to be near you again and..." You trailed off when he leaned forward to kiss you again.
The gentle intimacy of the kitchen began to change into something more intense. Your bodies pressed together. Your hands began to wander, gripping and tugging insistently. Then Noah pulled back.
"So, how do you want me to fuck you, princess?" Noah whispered, a hint of a growl in his voice. His brown eyes remained gentle, though, as he waited for your answer.
"I…" You began. You swallowed hard. "I…I want you to touch me."
He stared into your eyes and brought one hand up to caress your cheek. A smile tugged at his lips. Noah leaned forward to kiss your neck again and then you felt his hot breath on your ear. "Where should I touch first?"
You opened your eyes and guided one of his hands to your pants. "Here. I…I want your fingers in me first."
A grin formed on his face. He picked you up and carried you into the living room, sharing kisses as you went. He carefully sat you down on the couch and knelt down in front of you. He leaned over you and slipped his hand into your pants. You let out a small gasp as his fingers touched your wetness. His breath hitched in his throat and he chuckled.
"Fuck. All this because I didn't shave?"
"Maybe a little." You whispered. You nuzzled against him and kissed his neck. "But also just because I've missed you so much and it's nice to be so close to you again."
"Oh, sweetheart. I missed you too." He kissed the top of your head. He started with little circles on your clit. You were starting to feel the pleasure rising within you, but then he withdrew his hand. He pulled your pants down and you watched with eager eyes as he removed your underwear.
Then he leaned down and pushed a finger inside of you, licking lightly at your clit.
"Fuck, Noah…." You whispered.
His eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression that twisted and shaped your face.
"How does that feel, love?"
"So good. So fucking good." You breathed out.
"How about we add another finger?"
You nodded. "Yes, please."
"Oh, look at your needy cunt swallowing my fingers. Mmm, I wonder if it'll be this easy for my cock, hmm? Or will I have to stretch and shape it back to fit? Or were you practicing on that dildo, so it'll fit just right?" He whispered before leaning forward to start licking your clit.
You moaned and your hands gravitated to his head. His hair was soft and silky, freshly cleaned from the shower.
Noah started to speed up a little. His fingers curled inside of you and he started sucking lightly on your clit. You were so close. You felt your stomach tighten and you became even more sensitive. Pleasure rose within you. Noah pulled back to look up at you again.
"Are you going to soak my fingers?" Noah whispered.
You were almost seeing stars and could barely think straight, but somehow, you managed to speak. "Yes, Noah."
He stood up and leaned closer again. You felt his breath on your ear again. "Fuck, I can't wait to sink into you again and feel you clench around me." He pulled back your shirt and kissed your shoulder, letting out a muffled moan as his lips lingered on your skin.
Your body trembled and you whispered his name as the pleasure rose within you. He held you close and his pace increased. He pulled his fingers from you and was now rubbing your clit.
"Cum for me, baby. Go on. Coat my fingers so I can taste you." Noah panted.
Your breathing quickened and you arched your back, pushing your groin closer to Noah's. You could feel how hard he was and the idea of his hard, throbbing cock inside you again is what threw you over the edge. The pleasure erupted from your core and blossomed through your entire body. Your legs shook and you gripped onto Noah for stability. He prolonged the orgasm with slow circles on your clit with one hand while holding onto you with the other. He pulled back and searched your face. You stared up at him as your breathing settled. He withdrew his hand from your pussy and he brought his fingers to his lips. Your mouth hung open a little as you watched him lick his fingers.
"Do you want a taste?" He whispered.
You nodded. He reached down to touch you again and then brought his hand up to your mouth, pushing his fingers inside with gentle care. Then once you'd sucked his fingers clean, he pulled his hand away and kissed you.
When you broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Was that good, angel?"
"Yes, it was." You kissed him again, still breathless from the orgasm. "It was…amazing."
He trailed kisses down your neck to your chest. "Still have enough energy for me?"
You nodded. "Yes."
He smiled down at you and undid his pants. He sat down on the couch and pulled you into his lap. When he thrust into you, he started off slow and gentle, rubbing your clit with his fingers. He whispered your name and then leaned forward to steady himself. Then his pace quickened. Noah's cock shoved in and out of you. The living room filled with the sounds of your moans and your skin smacking together. It didn't take long for your own pleasure to begin rising again. You felt so full and it felt so nice to be near him again. You wrapped your arms around him and he kissed your neck. After he spilled into you, he held onto you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. You did the same. The two of you were breathing heavily. Your chests were pressed together and you could feel his heart beating fast.
You each took a moment to settle down. Noah twitched inside you as the last of his cum filled you. After you had calmed down, the two of you headed into the bathroom and took a bath together to get cleaned up. As you laid there with your head pressed against his chest, you felt content. The loneliness was gone from your heart, at least for the moment.
"I love you, Noah." You whispered.
"Love you." He whispered back and gave you a lingering kiss on the head. "So much."