For Klara ( @Kaia_38 ) my dear! I really enjoyed writing this for you. Enjoy! Xx

"Dylan, seriously?  What are you, possessed?" you scream at him, your voice echoing through the small corridor as you speed down it. 

  Your eyes scan for a room to seek refuge and settle on the first door you find-your bedroom.  Swiftly you enter and lock the door, pushing your weight against it to counteract his. 

  Dylan's knuckles rap hard against the wooden door, desperate for you to let him in.  "Open the damn door, Klara!"

  "Or what?" you challenge him, clearly enjoying his desperation.

  "Or else, I'll eat all the pizza!"

  "Hah, nice try but I've already done that."

  "You're a monster!" He screeches.

  He curses loudly and you hear the patter of his feet running back down the stairs.  You see your chance to hide and take advantage of the time.  You process each place to hide and how successful each position will be, ruling out each option one by one.

Closet?  He'll look there first for sure...anything to go through your clothes.  Under the desk?  Too obvious and certainly too open.  Behind the curtains?  He'll be able to distinguish your curves for sure.  That only leaves one option...Fake passports.  Kidding.

  You drop onto your stomach before rolling under the bed, meticulously covering yourself with sheets to remain invisible to Dylan.  The metal doorknob rattles; which alerts you to Dylan's ability to break into your bedroom.

  To Do List:  1. Change doorknobs.

  The door creaks as it slowly swings open.  Each passing second causes your heartbeat to spike.  You can feel your heart pumping rapidly and your ears burn with the feeling of blood.  Dylan walks through the door and immediately stops.  He scans the room, his eyes swiftly studying each possible hiding spot.

  He paces the room, still trying to find a plausible hiding spot you would choose. Just as he flings open your closet, you feel the small urge, the tiny tingling sensation in your nose.  You swiftly cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to suppress the sudden urge but your body isn't willing to surrender.  So, you do the inevitable...you sneeze.

  Dylan spins around instinctively so that he is facing the bed.  Two words fly through your head.  Oh, crap.

  He steadily walks around to one side of the bed and as he does you roll to the other end.  Your eyes land on the door left wide open upon Dylan's entrance.  It would be so easy to roll out and sprint to the door if it weren't for Dylan having upper hand.  He is already standing up. 

  Dylan's body is lowering to the floor as he crouches to look under the bed and you know that this is your last chance to escape.  Your body reacts before you can process the consequences of your actions.  You roll out from under the bed and scramble to your feet.

  Dylan springs into action.  He jumps over the bed with just enough time to pounce on you, tackling you to the carpeted floor.  You let out a groan of discomfort at his weight on top of you.  With a couple of awkward moves, you manage to roll onto your back so you can look into his eyes.   His knees are on either side of you as he straddles you, pinning you to the floor.

  Dylan's eyes are dark and distant, any trace of mercy is erased as he raises his hand into the air.  He brings it down suddenly and with such speed it made you cower.  When you felt nothing, you crack open one eye.  Your eyebrows furrow at the sight of his hand hovering over your nose. 

  His face suddenly breaks into a triumphant smile as he extends his pointer finger and taps you on the nose whilst muttering an adorable 'boop'.

  "You're it!" He smirks, clearly proud of his tagging skills.

  "If you subtract the dust attacking my lungs and this would have been a completely different situation." You squirm under his rock solid grip. 

  "Sure thing, sugar," Dylan mocks, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

  "You're an ass, you know that?"

  "You mean to say that I'm perky and that I catch the attention of most males?  Then yes, I'm an ass."  Dylan wears a proud smile, clearly revelling in your defeat.

  "I meant the donkey with incredibly large ears and a rather flat rear but, you know, whatever helps you sleep at night..." you retort, throwing his words back at him with a cheeky grin flashing across your face.

  "You're such a meanie," he pouts.

  "That's why you love me!" You shoot him a wide smile, your blue eyes dancing with a mischievous spark. 

  "You're so blessed I do, I mean a hunky ass like this, I mean come on honey!  Anyone would be lucky to have all this to themselves." He sasses, pointing at his body.

  You simply roll your eyes and mutter a simple, "Dork" under your breath.

  His breathing picks up as he notices the close distance between your face and his own.  His eyes trace your every feature as he carefully observes each and every trait. You eyebrows furrow as you watch him. 

  "What's wrong?  Have I got something on my face?"  You reach up and begin to touch your face, suddenly self conscience. 

  "A nose, two eyes and a mouth," he taunts before slowly closing the small gap between the two of you.  "But you know, they are standard issue."

  You feel his warm breath against your lips, causing your lips to curve upwards into a small grin.  Dylan repositions his hands from restraining your arms to cradling your face.  His lips hover above yours, threatening to at anytime crash onto your own.

  "Have I made the Dylan O'Brien speechless?"  You taunt him gently, placing your hands against his chest.  "My, my, my the power I have in these little hands."

   "As much as I hate to admit it, my dearest Kaia," Dylan whispers.  "You have my wrapped around your finger."

  Dylan lets his head fall, his lips just grazing yours.  You connect your lips to his, savouring the warmth he emits.  Your fingers gently comb through his hair, gently tugging him closer to you.  His body emanates heat onto your own as the two of you lay at close proximity on the floor.  His hand steadily moves down your body, caressing your skin until his reaches your waist. 

  Dylan's fingers tangle into the hair at the base of your neck.  You can feel the cold band of his wedding ring pressing into your skin.  His lips slip off of your own, as much as you didn't want them to, and he gently places a kiss at the corner of your mouth.  He gently kisses your jawline and tucks his head into the crook of your neck, placing a small kiss there as well.

  A smile tugs at your lips as you revel in the moment of blissful company, but it is soon interrupted.  Dylan's phone begins to ring from his pocket, but he doesn't let it faze him. 

  "Dylan," you gently whisper, "Your phone is ringing."

  He grunts in response, clearly not interested in answering the call.  He mumbles a 'So?' against your skin.  His lips pepper small, meaningful kisses along your collarbone as he continues to ignore the phone buzzing in his pocket.  After a few more rings he groans as he pulls himself away from you to check his phone.  He takes his phone out and checks the caller ID.  He presses the decline button and tosses the phone beside him.

  "There.  Now," He mumbles, as he leans back down, "Where were we?"

  You smile at him, guiding him back onto your lips with your hands at the base of his neck. Dylan reconnects your lips only to be interrupted again by his phone ringing again.

  You give Dylan a gentle push away from yourself.  He stares down at you with a look of confusion, evident by his furrowed brows.  You point to the phone then gently tap his chest with the same finger.

  "You are going to answer that phone," you command, suppressing a smile.

  He pouts before defying you once more.  He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, sheltering himself from your pleading eyes.  He proceeds to place kisses into your neck as you try and convince him to answer the phone.  With each request for him to answer came a swift 'no' and you sighed in defeat.

  When pleading doesn't work, you decide to answer it for yourself.  But Dylan, adamant in not spoiling the 'moment' you two are sharing, pins you down and spoils any attempt of yours at reaching for the phone.

  "Fine," you comply.  "Don't answer it, see if I care."

  Dylan smiles into your skin, clearly chuffed about your surrender, his body suddenly relaxing.  You take advantage of Dylan letting his guard down and flip him over onto his back.

  You snatch up his phone from the ground and answer it.  You straddle Dylan, dodging his hands that are desperately reaching for the phone in your hand.

  "Hello?" you say, still dodging Dylan's hands.

  "Hello, I was wondering if I may speak with Mr O'Brien?" the voice on the other line replies courteously. 

  "Of course, Mr O'Brien would love to speak with you," you drawl out, wiggling your eyebrows at Dylan.

  You hand the phone to Dylan and give him a stern look.  He sighs in defeat and answers the phone.  You watch him as he speaks to the person on the other end of the line, clearly not interested in anything they have to say.  You absentmindedly begin to trace patterns on Dylan's chest, watching your finger undulate with the fluent movements of his breathing.

  His heartbeat picks up at your touch and you can feel his breathing hitch suddenly.  Dylan swiftly flips you over and pins you to the floor.

  "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to call you back, my wife needs me," Dylan swiftly ends the call and attacks you with kisses.

  You laugh and squirm at his affections.  Your face flushes with laughter and you revel in the moment knowing that there was only one man that could make you feel this way...And he is all yours.