Teach Me How to Dougie

I stood in my apartment, staring at myself in the full length mirror hanging on my closet door. As soon as my class ended, I had booked it home so I could prepare for my date/not date with Dougie.

I was debating whether or not to change my outfit, but ultimately decided to stay in what I was wearing. I didn't want to look to casual for whatever this was. Also, I couldn't deny that this shirt made my boobs look fantastic.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my perfume, dabbing some on my inner wrists and neck, like all the best magazines said to do. It smelled like flowers, but not in an overpowering sense. It was just enough to smell nice without being distracting.

Glancing at my phone, I noticed that it was already 1:50. Shit. I shook my head and tried to clear my mind, all the while silently thanking myself for remembering to shave my legs the night before. Y'know, just in case...

I was also happy that Holly would be at work until 4:00. That gave us two hours to watch a movie and hang out, which would hopefully be enough. I'd never actually had a guy over before, so I was gauging this whole situation on things my friends had told me in the past.

I hadn't told Holly about my plans, not because I wanted to hide anything from her, but because I was still too nervous to get my hopes up for anything. I'd tell her later, obviously, but I didn't want her freaking out or accidentally letting it slip to our other friends.

*Buzz*

My phone went off, signaling that Dougie had arrived at my apartment building. I walked over to the keypad by my door, buzzing him in and anxiously awaiting a knock on my door. About a minute later, there were three quiet knocks.

I glanced at myself once more in the mirror, fluffing up my hair and adjusting my shirt before running back over to the door. I peeked through the eyehole and saw Dougie standing there anxiously twiddling his thumbs. Well, here goes nothing. I opened the door, causing Dougie's head to lift and our eyes to lock.

"Oh hey, Chloe. You look, um, nice." Dougie stated while semi-subtly giving me a once-over. Yesssss good outfit choice, Chloe!

"Thanks! You don't look too bad yourself", I responded gesturing for him to enter my apartment. It wasn't a lie, either. This was the first time I had seen him not wearing a suit or his uniform. He was in a dark pair of jeans and a simple long-sleeved dark gray shirt. I could see his muscles straining slightly against the fabric, which was the perfect color to bring out his beautiful eyes, as well.

Dougie looked around the room, taking in the furniture and various decorations. I noticed him looking at something behind me, and he giggled.

He pointed at the wall behind me. "Nice poster."

I turned around. Fuck. It was a poster that Holly and I had bought on Amazon. It featured the entire 2011 Bruins lineup posing with the Stanley Cup. Below the poster hung my Bruins baseball cap and a print-out that said "Keep Calm and Bergeron".

I felt my cheeks heating up and briefly put my hand over my eyes.

"Oh, god. Uh, thanks." I cursed myself for not thinking to take those down.

Dougie smiled, which somehow calmed me down and made me more anxious at the same time.

"So, uh, what movie do you wanna watch?"

I snapped back to reality, walking over to my laptop and opening Netflix. I sat on my bed, Dougie following suit. We talked about our favorite movies and TV shows for a few minutes, before finally deciding to watch and episode of "Parks & Rec" after Dougie told me had never seen it before.

I propped my laptop on Holly's bed, which sat across from mine. Grabbing a throw pillow from the head of my bed, I placed it in my lap and tried to get comfortable.

Dougie was sitting at the other end of my bed, which wasn't saying much because it was only a Twin, after all. Between the bed's size and Dougie's, we were only about six inches apart. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, which made his damn muscles even more prominent, which I didn't think was possible.

As the show droned on, we didn't say much, aside from the occasional laugh. I glanced over at Dougie from time to time, noticing his smile as Ron said something funny or the way his eyes focused intently on the screen. I felt his gaze on me as I watched the screen, and even caught him looking at me once, which was met by him averting his gaze and trying to hide the slight redness that came to his cheeks.

I had decided to let him take the lead in this situation. If he wanted to just sit and watch Netflix, fine. If he wanted to make a move and do something more, even more fine. I hadn't had much experience with guys aside from the occasional drunk make out at a frat party, so I didn't want to do something wrong or make a move I wasn't comfortable making.

Just then, the credits started rolling. Dougie sat up a little, stretching his arms in what I'm pretty sure was just another attempt to show off his already noticeable muscles. I yawned and scooted back into a more upright sitting position.

"So..." I looked over at Dougie, who I noticed had moved a little closer to me after stretching.

"So..." He looked a little nervous, just like he had when asking for my number the other night. I found it funny, seeing as he was a professional athlete and all. But at the same time, I found it kind of sweet that he wasn't cocky and was actually a fairly normal guy.

"What did you think?" I opened the conversation, asking about his opinion of the show.

"I liked it a lot. That Ron guy was pretty funny. Great choice, Chloe."

Ugh, when he said my name I could feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter. I smiled and felt myself blushing AGAIN.

"Thanks, glad you liked it." I looked at Dougie again, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, which I noticed were actually pretty full and a nice rosy color. I looked back up into his eyes, which were still locked intently on mine.

At this point, thanks to his change in position and my straightened posture, we were only inches apart. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I anticipated his next move.

After a few beats of silence, Dougie placed his hand on my cheek and closed the distance between us, matching his lips with mine. He started off slow, hesitantly kissing me as I put my arm over his shoulder and ran my hand through his hair. His thumb slowly stroked my cheek, his massive hand moving to rest on the back of my neck.

We pulled apart briefly, only to rejoin our mouths seconds later. I had inched closer to Dougie, now sitting side by side with him. I reached out and placed my arms around his neck, pulling him to me again. Our kisses became much more passionate, but he was still careful to not be too forceful. I felt one of his hands slide down to cup my breast, while the other Dougie used to push himself forward, so that he was leaning slightly over me as I rested against the wall and some pillows.

I tugged Dougie's head down slightly, signaling that I wanted him to kiss my neck, which he gladly obliged. He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot along the side of my neck, moving my head so that it looked over his shoulder, while still against the wall.

All the while remaining patient, Dougie's kisses became more intense. He still cupped my breast, but his other hand had moved to rest under my backside, pulling me slightly closer to his body. We were still sitting up, but I was resting back slightly on the wall and pillows behind me.

Dougie alternated between slow, smooth kisses on my neck and grazing his teeth along the same sensitive spot. Each kiss grew with intensity, and I couldn't help it when my breath hitched and my eyes essentially rolled to the back of my head. I could feel Dougie's lips tug into a smile as a moan escaped my mouth.

He moved his lips lower, continuing his torturous kisses on my collarbone. I wrapped my arms more tightly around his neck, massaging my fingers through his hair and holding him close. I could feel his hand travel up the side of my body, resting on my hip but not sneaking under my shirt.

*Buzz*

My phone vibrated loudly from where it sat on the nightstand next to my bed. Dougie pulled his mouth off of my neck, nuzzling the same spot he had just been kissing as I reached over and grabbed my phone.

*Holly: Ugh, the T is so slow. Be home soon!*

I glanced at the time and noticed that it was 3:45. I guess Holly had gotten off work a little early today.

"Is everything okay?" Dougie asked, still resting his head in the crook of my neck while trying to get his breathing back down to a normal pace.

"Um, yeah." I pulled up the front of my shirt a little, as it had slipped while Dougie and I had been... watching Netflix, revealing part of my (thankfully) sexy lace bra. "It's just my roommate. She'll be home in a few minutes."

Dougie reluctantly sat upright, has hand still on my hip. I saw a slight blush hit his cheeks, and noticed that his lips were a little swollen from where I had kissed them. He stared at my lips, which must have looked just as swollen.

"I guess I better leave, then." He took his hand off my hip and pushed himself off of the bed. Once standing, he offered his hand to me and pulled me off of the bed as well. I had forgotten how much taller he was than me, and laughed to myself at the observation.

We slowly made our way to the door, not really making eye contact or saying anything as we walked. Once we reached the door and Dougie entered the hallway, he turned to face me and our eyes locked once again.

"I had a really nice time watching Netflix with you."

I smiled, not really sure whether he was trying to be funny or not.

"Oh, and I guess kissing you wasn't too bad either." He laughed and smirked, which only made me laugh because it was just too cute.

"Yeah, I didn't mind that either." I looked at the floor, pretending to inspect the carpeting. I felt a hand reach out and cup my chin, pointing it upwards. Dougie leaned in as I stood slightly on my toes, closing the height gap. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and pulled away, leaving his hand lingering for few seconds.

"Well, I'll see you around I guess?" Dougie took a step back.

"Definitely." I couldn't hide the smile that spread across my face as he grinned and turned to walk towards the stairs, his hands in his pockets.

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