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Colin had to get out of his house or he might actually murder his dumbass siblings. Well, maybe not Mandy. She wouldn't be taken down easily. His brothers were a different story.
He could've gone to the Alibi or anywhere else to drink away until he was no longer pissed off by everything that moved. And yet, he found himself on North Wallace, about to go inside his girlfriend's house.
Because that was his life now.
It was kinda fucked up how she was able to make his mood better, even times when he didn't want it. He'd told her that too, and she just laughed at him when he was being fucking serious.
Fuckin' Gallagher.
From what he could see outside, the lights were off. It was late, but Fiona shouldn't be in bed yet. Sometimes she watched a bit of TV to unwind. Colin was counting on that being the case tonight so he didn't have to wander through the damn house to get to her bedroom, risking one of her million siblings waking up.
The door would be locked by this time but Colin had a key to let himself in. Not one that she'd given him. He'd taken it from Frank by way of threatening him and when that didn't work because Frank fucking Gallagher never knew when to shut his damn mouth, Colin held a hand around his neck until the guy wheezed out an, "Okay."
Was better this way anyway. Colin heard plenty of complains from Fiona, Lip and Ian how the old asshole was always barging in, taking what wasn't his just to make a quick buck. At least now it wouldn't be as easy for him.
As expected, it was quiet on the inside. The TV was on and there she was, sprawled out on the couch. Her hair was freely splayed, her face lined with exhaustion.
His heart did a real fucking funny thing right then. Jesus, he'd really gone soft.
Feeling slightly awkward even though no one was around, Colin made up for it by flicking her on the side of the head. She swatted at his hand, her groan cut off midway by a yawn that she covered with her forearm.
"Guess playing mommy is hard work, huh?"
"Why are you here?" She muttered, sitting up to give him room. He plopped down, letting her legs drape over his lap.
"That any way to greet your boyfriend?" Colin rubbed her knee with one hand.
"Sorry, I was waiting for the other guy to show up," she shrugged. Her smile was mischievous, shouldn't have been as fuckin' cute as it was.
He smirked. "Yeah? Who's to say I didn't fuck a chick before coming here?"
Fiona was unbothered. "She got better tits than me?"
"Better ass too."
"Too bad she doesn't have better taste in men," she said smoothly.
Colin captured her lips for a rough kiss. "Fuck you," he whispered, lips turning up in a grin.
In the midst of that kiss, he reached for the remote and as soon as she realized it, Fiona tried to get it back but Colin was faster.
"Give it back!"
"Fuck off," Colin blocked her with his other arm, switching the channel through different channels. "Eh, that's shitty. Fuckin' stupid. Who the fuck even watches this? Nah-"
"Colin!" Fiona struggled against him, so he trapped her legs under his.
"Fiona," he mocked.
She rolled her eyes, and gave up trying to escape. "Fucking asshole."
"Damn right."
Once he'd actually found something worthwhile to watch, Colin kept his eyes on the screen, his thumb rubbing her skin. Fiona had her hand in his hair, his curls around her fingers.
Halfway through the show, Fiona started pulling him down with her. "Come on," she said when he looked at her in confusion. "You're tired. Just lay down."
"I'm fine, Gallagher."
"With Terry's DNA? I doubt it."
He narrowed his eyes in the face of her cheeky grin. "You know, I've hurt people for less."
"Okay, Tough Guy," she said, unfazed. "But I'd like the feeling in my legs back so lay down or I'm moving."
For a moment, the TV was the only noise. Colin didn't do stuff like this. Fucking cuddling. There'd been one time she'd invaded his personal space after sex but he'd pretended to be asleep, not knowing how to handle it.
God, he sounded like a pussy.
Feeling awkward for the second time that night, Colin lowered himself down behind her. His arm was over her, legs intertwined, his senses overridden with Fiona's citrusy shampoo.
As for Fiona herself, she was unaware of his thoughts. "You have shitty taste in TV," she sighed, turning over to face him, laying against his body. Colin froze.
Wasn't expecting it to feel as...nice as it did.
What the fuck was happening to him? Interested in a damn relationship and now this girly shit was makin' him feel all warm.
What the fuck are you doing to me, Gallagher? Colin thought, and strangely, he didn't feel upset over it.