Novel & Cerita Heartstopper Pillow Fort Scene

I can hear the waves crash in the distance and the chatter of some of the tourists who are still milling about by this time. I swing my legs off the couch and stand. “Fine.” He looks over at me, one brow raised. “Fine?” “I’ll sleep on the bed.” He blinks, surprised. “But we’re building a pillow wall. And nothing gets past it.” “Understood,” he says dryly. We spend the next few minutes grabbing all the pillows in the room and arranging them down the middle of the bed like we're building a fortress for protection. I crawl under the sheets on one side, and he gets in on the other.

He kisses my neck softly, his breath warm and reassuring. I smile, leaning into him, feeling lighter. “I love you,” I whisper, brushing a kiss against his cheek. He smiles back, his hand tightening around mine. “And I love you. But please, tell me Wilson falls into a fire or something, because this guy talking to a volleyball is honestly creeping me out.” I laugh, shaking my head. He has no idea. We sit quietly, watching as he slowly realizes what’s happening in the movie, his shock growing as Wilson drifts away. When it ends, he turns to me, looking thoughtful.

I smile into the pillow. “Good morning to you too,” I say. Alex shoots me a look. “Why are you still here.” “Because I fell asleep,” I reply. “And because you were using me as a pillow.” “I was not,” he says at once. I lift an eyebrow. “Your arm says otherwise.” He looks down. Notices the position of the sheets. Notices how close we are. Color rises in his cheeks. Gone in a second, replaced by control. “That was an accident,” he says.

She picks up a pillow on the sofa, hits him on the arm, and pauses the movie. "What? Is it rude for me to be looking at a pair of healthy breasts and a sexy body?" He laughed as he grabbed the pillow, tugging at it, sending the popcorn bowl flying off her lap. "Whoops," he said, but didn't let go of the pillow, nor did she. Instead, he brought her closer to him, so close their noses were nearly touching, and Bridgette didn't dare even breathe. All thoughts of Rome naked came rushing into her mind, under his intense gaze right now.

But then, it turned out that he was just placing his hand over my forehead. I flinched and grabbed the pillow - "Do not touch me, or I'll smother you with that pillow. I swear." "I see that you're upset, but you don't have to. Please put that pillow down and let's talk." I realized I wasn't wearing anything under the sheet. "Did you...?!!" I totally freaked out and bashed him with the pillow. He sat there and covered his head - "Hey... Stop... I didn't... Listen... I mean..."

I moan as I thrust against my pillow again as I picture Michael stroking my length. Suddenly my pillow grew arms and they gripped my hips, holding me still, and I froze in horror. My pillow leaned down, sucking my earlobe into its mouth and gently biting on it. "Good morning love." It said, in its rough sexy morning voice. Fuck me! .... Brushing my teeth I can't shake this embarrassed feeling. Once I realized my body pillow was Michael, I remembered asking him to sleep with me last night. I was so embarrassed I was humping him, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door until he left my room.

Their breathing had synced in sleep. Liam’s heart exploded into a frantic rhythm. His face burned with mortification. He could feel Raphael’s steady heartbeat under his cheek, the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin through the thin t-shirt. One of Raphael’s legs was slotted between his, their hips dangerously close. Oh my God. Oh fuck. What the hell happened to the pillow wall?

Everyone grabs their respective pillow, jumpinvon the bed for an intense pillow fight. (Today's update. Check. Thanks for reading. Rate and comment please. Love y'all. ADIOS.)

she asked he moved away blushing, she couldn't understand why he was blushing so much, " Cover your neckline... it... I can't ..." he said while looking away, she bent to see what he was talking about and her dress was slid down as her boobs were bouncing out of her top, she covered it instantly yelling at him and throwing the pillow on him, " you... pervert....!" ********************

Then we crawled inside the ‘fort’. It was very cozy in the fort, with the sheets over our heads. “There now,” I told him. “You’re nice and safe. No bad dreams can get in here. I promise you.” Yawning, he laid down on the cushions as I tucked the blankets over him. I could see that he was tired, so I stroked the hair from his forehead. When I tried to kiss his forehead though, he turned away from me. “Sweet dreams, love,” I whispered to him. But when I went to leave the fort, he grabbed my wrist. Looking at his little hand wrapped around my wrist, I brought my eyes to his, stunned.