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Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

Things That Go Bump in the Night

Louis POV

I stand over Loren’s sleeping form. The room is dark except for a little bit of moonlight that happens to illuminate her body lying on the bed. She’s sleeping on her side facing away from me. I can’t help but notice the curve of her hip and the way the sheet dips in to what appears to be a slender waist. My eyes travel back down her body and notice the length of her legs down to her feet. Who knew this silhouette was hiding underneath all those bulky and long clothes? Why I decided to sneak into her room, I’m not exactly sure. It’s just that something inside told me I couldn’t sleep until I saw her.

As my eyes travel back up her body, I imagine what Loren’s clothed figure is going to look like once Perrie overhauls her wardrobe gets me a little too excited. I audibly and sharply intake a deep breath. It’s shocking me that the girl I referred to as the she-devil just hours ago now is stirring something deep within my body. It’s baffling because if we were the last two people on earth, I’d never choose her of my own accord. I’m not even attracted to her, we obviously like to push each other’s buttons, and there are no feelings between us – except something a little less than contempt for each other; civility has been an effort.

After a few more moments of just staring, I notice her body visibly tightens. She must have heard me. Obviously, she’s awake and I can’t help but wonder if she feels my presence. I do believe she knows it’s me; I just feel it. Loren probably thinks I’ll go away if she pretends to continue to sleep and that just highlights that she doesn’t know me at all. When I want something, I am persistent. I count to 10 in my head and she makes no movement; I feel a smirk appear on my face.

"Love, you can stop pretending you're asleep. I know you’re awake."

At the sound of my voice, her body quakes and that just excites me to have that kind of effect on her.

Loren POV

I was in a deep, dream-filled slumber. My dreams should have been disturbing, but my subconscious was at peace. Over and over in my dreams was Louis. His stupid smirk, smile, laugh, those aqua hued orbs, and his soft lips. Why is he invading my sleep? Must be the stress of the situation; we went from the extremes of fighting, my slapping him, crying to him, and kissing him all in the matter of a single day – and he’s still a stranger to me. A beautiful stranger who soon will be my husband.

The deepest part of my brain suddenly pulls me from my sleep. I don’t know why, but I sense that someone has entered my room, which is impossible because I locked my door. Lying perfectly still, I attempt to calm myself from the sudden start. Only then do I realize that indeed Louis is next to my bed. I can smell his scent and I hear his heavy breathing. There is no mistaking it’s Louis. Why is he here? He wouldn't attack me. I'm sure of that. What could he want? I hold my breath and try to remain still, hoping he will leave. I’m a little panicked. Maybe I'm wrong and he's come here to murder me to get out of this marriage.

How in God’s name did he get in here? My door is locked. I doubt he's a lock picker and what could be so urgent he needs to sneak into my room? Maybe, if I continue pretend to be asleep, he'll leave and I can avoid this awkward situation.

"Love, you can stop pretending you're asleep. I can tell you're awake now. Relax love, it’s just me," he whispers.

Shit, he knows I’m faking. My body stiffens at his words. I decide to sit up and confront him.

"Louis! What the hell are you doing in my room? How did you even get in here? I know for a fact I locked my entry door."

“Secret passage way.” I can just tell he’s smirking even though I can’t see his face clearly in the dark.

“You need to get out,” I say calmly with authority.

“No. I can’t sleep.” He sounds like a two year old pouting.

“And why is that my problem?” Seriously, why is it?

“Well, you upset me.”

“What are you going on about Louis?”

“I told you I was going to punish you for calling me LouBear earlier and I can’t sleep until you’ve done your penance.”

“If you think you are going to spank me, you are sadly mistaken.” He’s delusional if he thinks he’s laying a hand on me.

“Don’t be so quick to reject the idea love. You might like it.” He says it so seductively my body shivers. Damn him.

“Now really Louis, what do you want? Stop joking around so we can get this over with so I can get back to sleep. And, you can get back to your room.”

“I told you. I can’t sleep and it's your fault. So, right now, the only thing I want is you Loren.”

Okay, he’s managed to stun me into silence. I see him walk to the bed and he crawls on top towards me and I freeze. What does he expect of me? He hovers over top of me; I see his face clearly and an amused look graces his face.

“Are you afraid of me love?” Yes, I am definitely afraid of what he is doing right now.

“No. Why would I be afraid of you?” I lie.

“Do you think I would hurt you Lor?” Yes, in more ways than one.

“No, I don’t.” Lie number two. I’m going to have to go to confession tomorrow if this keeps up.

“Good because I wouldn’t. I’d much rather make you feel good.” He presses his body to mine.

Oh hell no.

“Louis, get off me before I scream bloody murder.”

“No one will interrupt us. They’ll think you’re in the throws of passion with your fiancé.”

“Stop it.” I shove him and he doesn’t move.

“Nuh-uh. Not until I’m done.”

“Done with what?” Okay, I am legitimately scared.

“Punishing you.” He whispers in my ear, bites my ear lobe, and a sensation shoots all the way down to my groin. I really hate him.

“You are not touching me.”

“You are going to be my wife and I can touch you if I want.” He says it full of sass and I scoff.

“Real wedding, fake marriage.” I protest.

“Real wedding, real marriage love.” I gasp and he crashes his lips onto mine. Louis’ fingers start tracing my shoulders and collarbone. I begin to struggle, terrified of what his intensions are and he pulls away.

“You’re going to be my wife and you are going to satisfy me.” He says in a stern voice and it scares the crap out of me.

“Why would you even want me?” I practically stutter to get the words out. I am equal parts stunned, terrified, and turned on for some reason.

“Because you are going to be mine. No one else has or will touch you and I am going to enjoy that.”

“So, you plan on raping me as my punishment?” I ask in disbelief. He starts laughing at me.

“Love, I won’t have to resort to such measures. You are going to beg me to make love to you, but relax, because I am going to save that for our wedding night.” My fear rises to another level. I need to get him back on track. He’s not going to rape me so whatever this punishment is might be preferable to rid myself of him.

“You are insane.”

“You are driving me insane Lor.” Again, he crashes his lips onto mine and I don’t have the willpower to fight him off. Louis rubs his hands down my sides and then traces my waist with his fingers. “You wear too many clothes,” he says with a pout-tinged voice, “I want to see your body because I know it’s going to be a beautiful sight.” His hands move upward and he cups both of my breasts and massages them. I squeal at the contact and try to bat him away.

“I am not taking off my clothes and you need to keep your hands off of me! Are you drunk? High?” I keep trying to shove him off me, but he’s keeps pawing at me like one of those horny guys I used to hear my classmates talk about.

“No, I'm sober. Okay, I’ll give you a choice love. You can either fool around with me or you can take your punishment. Choose.” Oh, the choice is definitely easy.

“I’ll gladly take my punishment so that you’ll get the hell out of here sooner rather than later.” He chuckles at my answer.

“Oh Lor, you are so naïve. I was so hoping you would choose punishment. This is going to be so much better.” I don’t know how to take his response. Is he humiliating me by confirming what I already know, that no one like him would want me? Is this what my life with him is going to be like? A never ending life of humiliation and pointing out my inadequacies. Louis speaks and pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Up with you love.” He takes my hands and sits me up. “Now turn over on your stomach and lay across the bed sideways.” Like an idiot, I comply with his orders. I feel him turn his body so that he is sitting on my left next to my hip. Suddenly, Louis slides his left hand under my waist and with his right pushes behind my knee caps and forces me onto my knees. What the hell?

“Lor, get on your elbows.” Again, like a mindless minion, I obey him. My sanity makes an appearance.

“Louis, what do you think—“

“Shhhh baby. No talking,” he cuts me off and rubs his right hand on my rear. Why do I think I would have been better off choosing option one?

“Louis is this really necessary just for calling you LouBe--- Ow!” That little son-of-a-bitch spanked my bum.

“I said no talking love,” he says it smoothly and I know he’s not messing around now so I’m going to stay quiet. This is not the time to fight him.

As if he couldn’t shock me anymore, he slips his fingers into the waist of my pajama bottoms, hooks them into my underwear, and begins to pull them down. I gasp and he gives me another warning to be quiet. He quickly discards my bottoms and I hear them gently hit the wood floor. I feel Louis crawl behind me and I want the bed to open up and swallow me whole. This is humiliating to be fully exposed like this and I’m mortified at what he might do next. I feel my body tense when he begins rubbing his hands on my butt, kneading my flesh. I struggle to stay calm, but his touch begins to feel good and my body betrays me as I buck my hips backward pressing against his front.

“Oh Lor, you are a naughty little girl, aren’t you? You like it when I touch you like this. I want to hear you moan my name.” He squeezes my bum again and this time my hips involuntarily grind in a circular motion. And then another slap across my now bare bum. He doesn’t hit me hard, just enough force to actually feel good and I am furious with myself that I want him to keep touching me, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of begging him for more like I know he wants me to do.

“Nothing? Okay, let’s try this.” He whispers in my ear as he’s leaning completely over my back and I feel goose bumps erupt all over my skin. Louis straightens back up behind me and pulls my knees farther apart. Before I can contemplate what he is going to do, I feel him slip a finger deep inside my most private area. I tense and let out an audible gasp.

“You’ll enjoy it a lot more love if you relax.” I don’t know what to think, feel, or do. I am paralyzed and unsure of what he is doing to me, what he expects from me, and how I should react. This is foreign to me and I am out of my depth with him.

Louis begins to remove his finger and I think that he is finished with my punishment. As I begin to relax, he continues his assault plunging his finger back into me while administering yet another blow to my bum.

“Ahhhhhh,” I cry out, not so much in pain but more left dazed by Louis’ actions.

“I want to hear you scream my name Loren.” He speaks in a low, husky voice and it barely registers that he calls me by my full name. Something tells me the whole atmosphere about this punishment just changed dramatically.

Louis continues to pump his finger in and out of me. On one particularly deep thrust, he swirls his finger inside me and spanks me again and he gets his reward.

“Louuuuissss!” I squeal and I can’t deny I am getting lost in his touch.

“Yes baby, that’s it. Give into me,” he coos and I give myself over to him.

He pushes a second finger inside me and I want to faint from the sensation of his stretching me. My brain shuts down and my body takes complete control of my actions. I buck my hips back into Louis with every thrust he delivers into me. The only sounds coming from me are animalistic moans and groans and I don’t want this feeling to ever end.

Again, Louis takes his efforts to another level reaching around my front and begins rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. Now, I’m a full blown mess. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only feel him; he is consuming me with his touch in a way I never knew was possible.

There is a pressure building deep within my belly and I feel like I am going to explode. Without warning, Louis removes his hand from my front and before the emptiness can even register, he delivers one last slap to my backside as he plunges his fingers deep inside me and it sends me over the edge. I cry out his name as, what I am sure can only be explained as an orgasm hits me. Louis doubles the speed he is pumping his fingers into me as wave after wave of pleasure crash through my body leaving me a panting, exhausted mess. Eventually, all sensation leaves my body and I collapse onto the bed flat on my face.

Louis lays on his side next to me gently rubbing his hand down my back. He lifts the back of my pajama top up and places light kisses up and down my spine. Finally, he speaks in what feels like forever.

“You wear too many clothes to bed. You need sexy lingerie.” He complains.

“Take it up with Perrie,” I mumble in my exhausted state.

“Are you okay love?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Yes,” I can feel my face heat up with embarrassment, “what the hell was that?”

“Your punishment.” He states simply. I don’t know how to respond to him. I opt for silence. “Lor, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I didn’t hurt you did I?” His voice suddenly etched with concern.

“No. I just-just don’t understand why you wanted to do that to me,” I speak in all honesty.

“Come here,” he moves me so I am lying on the bed in the proper direction and pulls me into him. Louis covers us with the sheet and duvet and then wraps his arm around me. Then, he surprises me by placing a soft kiss on my head. “I can’t explain it either Lor. All I know is thinking of you was keeping me up and I needed to be with you.”

“Are you leaving now?” I hope that didn’t come off as needy or rude. I was curious though. What happens after an encounter like this? Is there a protocol? Does he just leave? Is he going to stay? Could I be anymore backward?

“No, I want to sleep here with you. I don’t like to sleep alone. Harry is going to be relieved that I’m not crawling into his bed tonight.” I can’t help but laugh.

“You sleep with Harry?” I turn my face towards him to see if he is being serious.

“Yes, I do. I sleep better when I can cuddle. Niall is actually the best to cuddle with, but Harry will do in a pinch. Although, I think you feel better than both of them.” He hugs me tighter to him. Okay, he’s got me blushing again.

“Well, good to know that I’ll prove useful as a wife,” I sass him and Louis tickles my side and I start giggling and pleading with him to stop.

“I’m sure I’ll find many uses for you as a wife,” he says with a chuckle and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Now, give me a good night kiss Lor.” I turn my body towards him and we begin to kiss. The kiss quickly becomes intense and Louis’ tongue finds its way into my mouth. He pulls me closer to him and I can feel his arousal as he rocks into me. All too quickly, the kiss ends and Louis is breathless. Knowing that I did that to him makes me feel a little powerful.

“Lor let’s go to sleep before I lose complete control with you.” I giggle as I turn back around so my back is facing Louis’ front.

Suddenly, it hits me we’re going to have to deal with the awkward morning after.

“Lou, are you going back through the back hallway in the morning?”

“Why? Are you ashamed that someone would see me leaving your room in my boxers?” He sounds almost angry.

“Noooo! I just didn’t know what-I mean-ughhh. I just don’t know how all this works!” I whisper yell completely embarrassed that I am so unexperienced with all of this. “I’ve never been in this situation before. So, instead of dealing with an awkward morning after, I obviously just made it all awkward now.” I hide my face in my hands wanting to die from humiliation.

“Your innocence is so cute Lor. But, to answer your question, I intend to strut like a peacock out of this room in the main hallway in the morning. Let everyone’s imagination run wild at what went on here tonight.”

“You are so bad Lou,” I giggle, “my father will kill you if he sees you leaving in only your boxers.”

“Hey, serves him right! He’s marrying us off to each other so he’s going to have to deal with what comes along with us being a couple.” When he calls us a couple, I feel my heart pound hard in my chest. I know he has no feelings for me, regardless of what just happened in his bed, but something about the way he said it just made something inside me stir.

“Nite Lou.”

“Nite love.”

Within moments, I start to drift off to sleep feeling completely at peace with my ill begotten fiancé wrapped around my body.


Yeah, he's a little devil. Okay, I'm going to go off and hide behind a chair or other large piece of furniture :0

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Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book

Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book

Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book