[FIC] Dream a Little Dream of Me, Gorillaz, Murdoc/Noodle, PG
Title: Dream a Little Dream of Me
Fandom: Gorillaz
Pairing: Murdoc/Noodle
Notes: For June fic-a-day
Requested by kneazles here (previously filled)
The dream had started out great; two succubi, heavy on the 'suck' light on the whole draining out a man's life bullocks, visiting him for a hot and heavy night of debauchery. It was well on its way to being one of his better night's sleeps right up until it suddenly changed. One of the until-then wonderfully compliant demonesses slid down his body to his feet, took his big toe into her mouth--"Err, not to make you think I'm not 'with it' or anything, love, but footplay just isn't my style"--then bit down so hard that he sat up in bed with a yell.
And was immediately confronted by a camera right in his face, Noodle straddling his ankles behind it with a grin on her face and her fingernails still digging into his toes. "That was perfect!" she said happily, shutting the camera off and setting it carefully aside.
He stared at her while he took a few deep breaths to slow his heart down, then finally said, "Noods... what the fuck?!"
"It is the ending for the new video!" she said, bouncing excitedly in place. He couldn't help noticing the way her bottom bumped against the back of his feet every time she came down again.
"What new video?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. This was odd enough that he was beginning to wonder if he wasn't still asleep; if he was having Noodle in his bed would at least likely lead back to somewhere pleasant. "We haven't even started planning the next one yet."
"You haven't," she told him, poking him in the chest. "I just finished filming it. I would like to take you for one more brief scene with Shaun, but apart from that all that is left is editing."
"What?" He glanced down at the camera, then back up at her. "You can't just make a fucking video for the band without letting me know. It's my band!"
"It's my song! Just admit it, Murdoc, you're only bothered that you never thought of it yourself when we were still working on things for your album." She giggled and flopped over sideways, falling off him and on to his bed. "You should be happy that I filmed this part myself instead of having the cameraman come in with me. I knew that you would not be happy if I brought a stranger in without permission."
"But you thought I'd be just fine with you trying to yank off my toe? Brilliant thought, darling."
She twisted her head back so she could look at him, her bangs falling away from her eyes completely, and rolled her eyes at him so strongly that for a moment that looked as white as Russel's. "Your toe is perfectly fine; it was just a pinch. I bet that my throat hurts worse than your foot from how long I spent singing. I had to do many takes to get my entire dance filmed nicely!"
"You realize you're meant to lip-synch, don't you love? The vocals'll be dubbed in later."
"But that would not be fun at all!"
He snorted and flopped back down on his bed, but after a moment couldn't resist asking, "So, a dance is there?"
"Yes, and this time it is a real dance. As I've told you before, just thrusting your hips does not count." His bed began to shake, and when he glanced back down towards Noodle he could see that it was from her wiggling and squirming her way up the bed towards him until she was stretched out alongside him instead of flopped over at an angle to him. "I really must take a shower, but I used up so much energy that I think I would only fall asleep if I tried. Luckily your bed is so smelly that it won't matter that I'm all sweaty!"
He could really do without how blithely honest she was about thinking his things smelled. But...
It really wasn't the way he'd planned on having her in his bed sweating and exhausted. For one thing she was wearing entirely to much clothing, although her shirt showed off the smooth stretch of her stomach quite nicely. For another thing, since he was wearing underwear he had on to much too.
But just a year before, back when they'd first seen each other again for the first time since the band all went their separate ways after the mess in LA, she hadn't even been willing to perch on the edge of his bed while she listened to him play. She definitely wouldn't have happily stretched out on it at his side, no matter how worn out she was. And he wasn't going to pass up on an opportunity to lure her in a little closer.
He gingerly curled his arm along her back, keeping alert for any signs that she was about to get pissed off at him so he could pretend his was just reaching for his pack of cigs. When she didn't try to pull away, or make another attempt to rip off his toe ('a pinch' his pimpled green arse), he relaxed back in the bed. "Well, I've got a nap to finish. Feel free to stay where you are until you've caught your second wind, love."
After a minute he felt her hand settle on his stomach, the touch so light that he could tell she still hadn't decided whether she was actually going to let it rest there or if she'd think better of it and snatch it back again at any second. "I was not looking forward to lugging the camera all the way back to the studio. A rest would make it easier."
"It's settled now, yeah? So hush up and let me get back to sleep; there's a dream I want to get back to."
But he wouldn't be half surprised if this time his dream succubi looked distinctly Japanese and the breasts which had been spilling out of their tops suddenly shrank down until they were flat as a board.
Fandom: Gorillaz
Pairing: Murdoc/Noodle
Notes: For June fic-a-day
Requested by kneazles here (previously filled)
The dream had started out great; two succubi, heavy on the 'suck' light on the whole draining out a man's life bullocks, visiting him for a hot and heavy night of debauchery. It was well on its way to being one of his better night's sleeps right up until it suddenly changed. One of the until-then wonderfully compliant demonesses slid down his body to his feet, took his big toe into her mouth--"Err, not to make you think I'm not 'with it' or anything, love, but footplay just isn't my style"--then bit down so hard that he sat up in bed with a yell.
And was immediately confronted by a camera right in his face, Noodle straddling his ankles behind it with a grin on her face and her fingernails still digging into his toes. "That was perfect!" she said happily, shutting the camera off and setting it carefully aside.
He stared at her while he took a few deep breaths to slow his heart down, then finally said, "Noods... what the fuck?!"
"It is the ending for the new video!" she said, bouncing excitedly in place. He couldn't help noticing the way her bottom bumped against the back of his feet every time she came down again.
"What new video?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. This was odd enough that he was beginning to wonder if he wasn't still asleep; if he was having Noodle in his bed would at least likely lead back to somewhere pleasant. "We haven't even started planning the next one yet."
"You haven't," she told him, poking him in the chest. "I just finished filming it. I would like to take you for one more brief scene with Shaun, but apart from that all that is left is editing."
"What?" He glanced down at the camera, then back up at her. "You can't just make a fucking video for the band without letting me know. It's my band!"
"It's my song! Just admit it, Murdoc, you're only bothered that you never thought of it yourself when we were still working on things for your album." She giggled and flopped over sideways, falling off him and on to his bed. "You should be happy that I filmed this part myself instead of having the cameraman come in with me. I knew that you would not be happy if I brought a stranger in without permission."
"But you thought I'd be just fine with you trying to yank off my toe? Brilliant thought, darling."
She twisted her head back so she could look at him, her bangs falling away from her eyes completely, and rolled her eyes at him so strongly that for a moment that looked as white as Russel's. "Your toe is perfectly fine; it was just a pinch. I bet that my throat hurts worse than your foot from how long I spent singing. I had to do many takes to get my entire dance filmed nicely!"
"You realize you're meant to lip-synch, don't you love? The vocals'll be dubbed in later."
"But that would not be fun at all!"
He snorted and flopped back down on his bed, but after a moment couldn't resist asking, "So, a dance is there?"
"Yes, and this time it is a real dance. As I've told you before, just thrusting your hips does not count." His bed began to shake, and when he glanced back down towards Noodle he could see that it was from her wiggling and squirming her way up the bed towards him until she was stretched out alongside him instead of flopped over at an angle to him. "I really must take a shower, but I used up so much energy that I think I would only fall asleep if I tried. Luckily your bed is so smelly that it won't matter that I'm all sweaty!"
He could really do without how blithely honest she was about thinking his things smelled. But...
It really wasn't the way he'd planned on having her in his bed sweating and exhausted. For one thing she was wearing entirely to much clothing, although her shirt showed off the smooth stretch of her stomach quite nicely. For another thing, since he was wearing underwear he had on to much too.
But just a year before, back when they'd first seen each other again for the first time since the band all went their separate ways after the mess in LA, she hadn't even been willing to perch on the edge of his bed while she listened to him play. She definitely wouldn't have happily stretched out on it at his side, no matter how worn out she was. And he wasn't going to pass up on an opportunity to lure her in a little closer.
He gingerly curled his arm along her back, keeping alert for any signs that she was about to get pissed off at him so he could pretend his was just reaching for his pack of cigs. When she didn't try to pull away, or make another attempt to rip off his toe ('a pinch' his pimpled green arse), he relaxed back in the bed. "Well, I've got a nap to finish. Feel free to stay where you are until you've caught your second wind, love."
After a minute he felt her hand settle on his stomach, the touch so light that he could tell she still hadn't decided whether she was actually going to let it rest there or if she'd think better of it and snatch it back again at any second. "I was not looking forward to lugging the camera all the way back to the studio. A rest would make it easier."
"It's settled now, yeah? So hush up and let me get back to sleep; there's a dream I want to get back to."
But he wouldn't be half surprised if this time his dream succubi looked distinctly Japanese and the breasts which had been spilling out of their tops suddenly shrank down until they were flat as a board.