start over | dreamwastaken x reader (sequel to split)

The noise he makes at hearing those words again ignites a fire that's been so dull that I feel alive again. He instantly peppers my face with kisses which makes me squirm in his arms. I let quiet giggles fall past my lips as I try to fight him off.

"Baby girl, those giggles." Clay stops tickling me and holds me tight against his chest. He nuzzles his face next to mine and places one final tender kiss to my cheek. "I haven't heard you happy like this in so long."

"It feels good." I think back to when times were like this between Clay and I. So effortless and free. So candid and unexpected. So happy and bright. Our outsides completely matched our insides. We were set a blaze.

"Things were dark for so long I forgot what happiness looked like. I laugh with my friends but laughter doesn't equate to happiness. We fought for months because of the accident. We separated. Happiness was nonexistent. No matter how hard we tried to find it. It was nowhere to be found." Clay rocks us in just the slightest of movement as he speaks.

"Happiness begins and ends with you." I turn my head and press a returned kiss to his cheek. "You are everything that embodies what makes me happy Clay. Without you life is void of pure, genuine happiness."

I contemplate my next words in my mind but I let them slip anyways despite my hesitation. "I don't have to wear a mask with a smile for hours at a time when I have you."

Clay shoves my arm playfully. The distance the shove creates doesn't last long. He pulls me back into him almost immediately. He, like I, doesn't want our bodies to be out of touch. We have always had a burning lust for each other's touch. As if one of us departs the spark, the light, the fire will go dull completely sending us to an iced cold abyss.

"Is this a bad time to say I have to... fart?" Clay tries to hold back a fit of laughter. I can feel it bubbling in his stomach, in his chest.

"Clay!" I scream as I flee his arms to the opposite end of the couch.

The moment my body hits the couch cushion he lets one rip along with his bubbling wheeze of laughter. I can't help but join him. His laugh is contagious and it is funny. Farts make everyone laugh. They aren't disgusting or gross. They're normal and in this circumstance, funny.

"I warned you!" He exclaims, holding his hands up in the air in defense. "Oh god. It smells. Babe it smells." He swats at the air in front of his noise. Like it will actually help. It won't. He's fucking rotten.

"I can't save you from your own—" I catch a sniff of his stinky ass and instantly jump off the couch. He is so fucking rotten. God damn. What the hell did this man eat? A fucking burrito the size of Texas? Beans? Come on dude. "Ass." I finish as I run out of the living room.

"Babe come back!" He yells after me, chasing me down the hall. I slam myself in the bathroom. Which probably isn't the smartest of decisions. By the smell that's just left his ass I'm pretty sure that he should be the one in here.

"You have a fart demon inside of you. I'm locking myself away until your sort yourself out." I exclaim from the other side of the door. I'm clearly joking but from the fake pouting noises I hear on the other side I know Clay's in a playful mood.

"Baby I can't control myself." He whines. "Come out please. I need to see your pretty face. It will scare the 'evil fart demon' inside of me."

I start to turn the knob and before I even pull the door is being pushed towards me. He's had his ears opened and ready to just pounce the moment he had his opportunity to.

Clay tackles me to the floor peppering my face with kisses again. "See look at that babe. Demon is gone!"

I fall silent waiting for him to let another fart out. He starts laughing and I know I'm doomed. He's sat on top of me. I'm pinned to the ground with no way to escape. I'm going to be attacked by a Clay fart. I'm going to have to bask in his stench.