"Dear hasn't helped me redecorate this room yet, so I apologize for the mess." Carrie-Anne says as her shaky hands fumble through a heavy key ring.

"Ginny and I are very used to mess, aren't we, Love?" Ollie continues to feed this woman's dementia. 

I turn to give him a stink eye but he only smiles wider as I glare at him, then he mouths the word Relax. 

The jingling of keys and clicking of locks pulls my attention back to the narrow attic door before me, then Carrie-Anne pushes the door open and enters the room. I hold my breath unsure what the heck we might find up here then follow her inside.

To my surprise, the chaotic madness from downstairs doesn't seem it's reached the attic yet. I step inside the quaint room marveling at how precious everything is. The robed woman crosses the small room to a little maple wood table and switches on a small mossy green lamp with a thick shade that casts a warm soft light to the small room. "The bathroom is on the second floor, you'll want to be sure to set your alarms early to beat the other guests before the hot water runs out." She tells us, and both Ollie and I share a look of cracking a hidden smile.

It's clear, we are the only ones here.

"I'll leave you to it, let either Dear or I know if you need anything, extra blankets are in the wardrobe just there."

"Thank you, Mrs. Leonard," Ollie says politely and my eyes take in the rest of the room as the woman shuffles by and closes the door behind us.

The ceilings are low caped inwards to allow for the roof but the walls are covered in wallpaper full of multicolored wildflowers. The trim matches the grass stems in the wallpaper as well as the doors and small pieces of the furniture and is handpainted in the mossy green color. Beside the green wardrobe is a four-post double bed with a white floral quilt and a mossy green bed skirt. Old rugs of faded multicolors cover the old hardwood floors of the attic as well as mismatched chairs set on either side of the table with the lamp. "This place is adorable," I say beaming at Ollie.

"Well," He drops our bags in front of the wardrobe then sits on the edge of the bed close to the low wall and dips his head as to not bang it on the low angled roofline, "You get the inside of the bed." 

"Obviously." I say giggling then a breeze of cool air rushes past me so I fold my arms and rub them, "There's a draft in here." I say finding the only small window and going to it to be sure it's closed correctly.

"Well, it's an attic. Or, it could be Dear! Guarenteed that bloke is dead. Probably buried in the back garden, if I'm going to be honest."

I chuckle and give him a dramatic eye roll and find the window is closed properly, this building is old there will be drafts, not ghosts.

"How's the blanket situation," He asks standing from the bed and steps to the wardrobe where he opens the double doors and finds one knitted blanket, "I'll go steal some blankets from the 'other guests'. Are you okay up here on your own?"

I laugh finding his question funny and nod.

"Right, if I'm not back in ten minutes she's killed me and you're on your own," Ollie says then gives me a kiss on the top of my hair and leaves the attic. I spin slowly, taking in the room again, then decide to start snapping pictures. 

I even post two on Instagram, one of the cows when I was parked waiting on the herd with the green mountains in the background, and a second one of the room. I leave out a caption and swiftly turn airplane mode on again. I've already decided we are staying here for more than one day, so I begin unpacking Ollie's suitcase and hang his t-shirts in the wardrobe and fold his sweatpants and briefs and placing them in the drawers of the wardrobe. 

Another draft raises the goosebumps on my arms, but I work quickly hanging my dresses and folding my pajamas to place into their own drawers.

The sounds of footfalls of someone coming up the attic steps fill the attic room and as I turn I see Ollie stepping inside with his arms full of stacks of blankets. "Oh wow, you got a lot." I rush over and take some from the folded pile.

"Yes, I had to fight some arsehole for these, nothing but the best for my girl." He says while I set the blankets down on the foot of the bed. "And I also found the toilet, and I'm not shitting you, she has potted plants inside the shower."

"You're joking!" I laugh and Ollie drops the blankets on top of the others then removes his phone from his track pants and clicks on the photo he had taken, sure enough, there are decorative hand-painted plants inside the clawfoot tub. "I love this place." I say giggling to myself.

"I'm pleased you love it, but we'll find something better tomorrow."

"No, we're staying here tomorrow," I state quickly. I've made up my mind, this place is perfect.

Ollie groans loudly and flops onto the bed in Ollie-fashion then we both wait a millisecond for it to break, but it holds strong. "You see!" I say holding my hands out to the bed and Ollie rolls to his back groaning even louder. "It didn't even break!" I add.

"Murry, you deserve a place much....well more than this." Ollie sits up nearly bumping his head on the angled wall.

"But I like it. We stayed in the fancy place in Italy, just give this one a chance? Please?" 

"Fine. But if some old bloke appears out of thin air or if I start hearing ghost voices, we're leaving."

"Ghosts are not real, Ollie."

"They are too."

Before we start arguing about the impossible idealism of the spirit realm I kick off my shoes and socks then climb into Ollie's lap. His hands find the tops of my thighs and his fingertips dip under the fabric of my shorts and my hands lock behind his neck. 

I'm overwhelmed with feelings of happiness and completion. I've finally got my best friend back. And I've finally learned what it feels like to love and to be loved. Before Ollie, everything in my world was black and white, straightforward and easy. But now, I live in a world where there are colors I've never knew existed before. Vibrant neon-bright colors with chaotic splashes of soft pastels. After Ollie, I'd never be able to go back to black and white. I'll never be able to unsee these colors.

A hand fixes my hair behind my ear, then remains on the side of my neck while a pair of lips kiss my own. I lean forward becoming flush with him and cock my head to the side to deepen the kiss. 

Ollie's hands roam up my thighs and curl around my hips hugging me closer instantly bringing life to that fire deep inside my belly, sending a siege of flutters from between my legs through the flames in my belly up to my chest. 

Our tongues twist and glide taking turns tantalizing each other forcing our hands to join the teasing. The moment I fumble with his shirt and pull it off, he rips my mine off and our hands roam over each other's skin full of greed. "I want this off." His husky voice says, his lips speaking against mine while his hand's jerk at the back of my bra. 

"Don't ask, just do." I breathe out against his mouth, the overwhelming empty ache becomes larger with each pulse and flutter the longer he doesn't fill it. 

He fidgets with the band of my bra but manages to remove it expelling it somewhere behind me then gathers up my breasts quickly squeezing and kneading them eliciting breathy moans from my lungs. My hips grind into him rubbing myself against the hard muscle in his lap feeling the wetness dampen my panties and the pulsing ache build even more inside me. He kisses the front of my throat and chest, and sucks on my breasts while his hands work on my shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping. 

Ollie lifts me from his lap then drops me to the bed, gripping the waistband of my shorts and panties and yanks them off, and drops them to the floor. He shoves his pants and boxers down and my eyes drop to his dick standing straight and hard. Before I can take him into my mouth he flips me over to my stomach and pulls me up so I'm on my hands and knees.

He paws at my ass and teases my entrance swiping the tip of himself up and down the length of me, "I love this pretty pink pussy." His dirty words drive me wild, the fire blazing to a wildfire inside while my back arches for him and his naughty mouth. "Jesus, babe." He groans responding to me responding to him. 

Finally, he grips my ass, his fingertips digging into me and enters me with a slow thrust. Our twin moans fill the small room with a relief. Having him inside me is both divine and sinful. Ollie comes out of me and re-enters this time more forceful then begins to thrust in and out until I'm forced to my shoulders unable to do anything else but moan with pleasure and lay there as he drives into me. 

With his quick labored breath warming the back of my neck, he kisses my back and shoulders, as the waves build and my toes curl. "I can feel you coming, baby." He pants as I come undone and cry out from the intense bomb that's exploded inside of me. He orgasms just after me, and I feel the satisfaction of both having amazing sex with Ollie and also the warmth of him filling and spilling from me. He collapses on top of me sandwiching me between him and the mattress, but I don't care. My heavy arms lifts and my hands mess into his hair, then he slides down resting his heavy head on my back.

"Was that okay?" He asks quietly, I know his eyes are closed and he's close to passing out.

A smirk twitches the corner of my mouth but I don't answer him, because it was better than 'okay'. "I love you." I say closing my eyes, loving the feel of the cool draft against my hot skin.

"I love you too."

smutty, smuttville! lollll

I had planned on writing a flashback chapter with Murry and Jeremy and that God-awful sex lol but I'm kind of thinking maybe not now. Let me know!

thanks for reading!