Love Undefined
Title: Love Undefined
Rating: NC-17, not at the beginning, but it gets there
Pairing: Lily and Ville, Lily and Bam
Genre: Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I own Lily as she is a fictional character I created. As for everyone else, don't know and don't own. And I'm sure this never really happened.
Chpater 1,2
Chapter 3,4
Chapter 5
I lay in bed the next morning feeling utterly disgusted with myself. How could I have let this happen? I pondered in my quiet solitude. Rubbing my tear swollen eyes, I looked around the room, or more appropriately, Bam’s room. The pillow my head was resting on, the warm covers pulled up tight against my chin, it all smelt of Bam. I let my eyes drift closed, my senses drifting in the sea that was him all around me, and in my minds eye I could see those brilliant sapphire eyes gazing into me. Those eyes that had shown nothing but love for me since we first met. . .those eyes that would never look at me the same if he knew about last night.
“Fuck!” muffled by the pillow I had brought to rest over my face, the sound of my voice still played havoc on my hung over brain. I threw the heavy feather pillow across the room, the only way I could think of to expel the rage and overwhelming disappointment I felt in myself. I lay there for what felt like a lifetime, waiting to feel normal again. Waiting for the burning sensation in my gut to subside, but it seemed determined to hang on. A stream of hot tears made their way down my cool cheeks, but these were the worst tears. These were not the tears an adulterous woman cries for the lover they’ve hurt, rather these are the tears of a women who was afraid of what she stood to lose. My heart was breaking as I thought about how Bam’s skin felt pressed against mine, and the fact that I might never feel that sweet sensation again. Some how his rough skin has always felt smooth and warm caressing over mine, and I selfishly wept for what I thought would be the loss of that touch. Dragging the back of my hands over my puffy eyes I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled into the hallway.
The house was quiet and that silence only served to remind me that everyone was gone, well, almost everyone. As I crept down to the bathroom I wondered if Ville had left as well. There were no sounds coming from the anywhere in the house and as I passed by the closed door of Ville’s room I wasn’t even greeted by the sullen sounds of sleep. Perhaps he felt bad about what had happened and left during the night I tried to convince myself, my thoughts finally coming back to reality as my bare feet started padding across frigid white tile of the bathroom floor. I headed straight for the over sized shower stall and switched on the water, making all five strategically placed showerheads burst to life. I quickly shrugged off the element shirt I had slept in and stepped under the steaming heat of the shower. Resting my head completely under the spray of water from the top showerhead my mind started to wonder back to the events of the previous evening. The first touch of Ville’s cool fingertips on my skin, how his hair cascaded around his cheeks as his hips moved in sinful time with mine, and the way his body fit perfectly, almost too perfectly between my thighs. Why did I drink that fuckin’ vodka? I silently reprimanded myself as I waited for the water to burn the memories out of my mind. . .memories that I couldn’t for the life of my stop replaying in my mind. But what if he did leave? What if he does feel bad? What if he wants to come clean to Bam? Those were the questions pounding through my mind as I stood there, consumed by my terror.
“Morning. . .” I was shocked back to life as two familiar arms wrapped around my waist.
“What the hell are you doing?” my words sounded lifeless as I pulled out of his arms and quickly turned to face Ville, who was wearing nothing but a sly grin.
“I thought all American’s conserved water,” he stepped closer to me, resting his large hands on my hips, “and sharing a shower is a fine way to conserve don’t you think?” He punctuated his question by bending his head and trailing soft kisses over the side of my neck.
“No. . .” I tried for stern, but as his lips landed on the joint between my neck and shoulder, my words drifted into soft pleading moans, “no, I don’t. . .don’t think this is a good idea.” His head lifted, and as his eyes met mine I was captivated by the sight before me. Water had soaked the soft brown curls that hung half in front of his face which made the expression in his eyes all that much more intense.
“You didn’t mind last night.” My eyes fell closed as I felt cool fingertips sliding over my cheeks.
“I was drunk last night.” His fingers trailed down my neck, over my shoulders, finally coming to rest of my spine.
“Really?” he took one more step forward, closing the gap between us, pressing his swollen cock against my thigh.
“Really.” my words just above a whisper as I felt his hips rock, shifting his cock against my rapidly warming skin.
“Have you been drinking this morning?” he inquired as his hands slipped farther down my back, coming to rest on my ass.
“What?” I asked in a gasp, as his hands firmly squeezed my cheeks, causing me to grip at his waist as I tried to steady myself.
“Well you claim that last night was because you were drunk,” I let my eyes slip open, finding him staring down at me intently, “so I wanted to know if you were drunk again?”
“No” My words almost indignant, but our eyes stayed locked. We stood there, silent, the room filled only with the sound of water hitting our skin. After what felt like ages his right hand slipped around my waist and found its way between our bodies and slowly came to rest on the mound of nerves between my legs. A small moan escaped me as his finger tips started making small circles in that sweetest of spots and I shifted, letting my legs move apart slightly.
“So if you’re not drunk,” his hand moved back as he slipped a skillful finger into me, eliciting a deep gasp from my chest, “why are you still standing here?” I had no answer so instead I stood there, staring into his eyes and biting my lower lip, as his fingers gained a steady rhythm. The sensation of his fingers buried inside me was overwhelmingly intense, but I didn’t want him to know just how good it felt, so I bit down on my lip harder, refusing to encourage him, but never wanting this to end. His fingers sank deeper and I could feel a warm stream slipping down my chin as I bit my lip harder. “Stop that.” Ville reprimanded me sternly before leaning down to lick up the thin trail of blood on my chin. “Stop biting. . .or I’ll stop.” he threatened as he buried his fingers as far as they could go and stopped. A low whimper escaped me as I released my trembling lip. “Good girl.” His fingers picked up the same plunging rhythm as before.
“Oh fuck.” I whispered.
“Louder,” his hips shifted against my thigh as he started rubbing himself in time with his fingers, “tell me how much you want this.” His breathing was becoming shallower as his hips moved harder against my skin.
“Oh god. . .harder” I moaned as my hand moved and slowly slipped around his dripping cock and began stroking him hard and fast. His head fell forward, resting on my shoulder, as he let out a deep moan. The humid air filled with the sound of water and our passionate moans as both of us stood on the edge.
“Oh. . .Fuck. . .Ville. . .” I screamed as he buried his fingers deep and hard into me one last time, causing my muscles to tremble. I slumped back against the shower wall, riding out my orgasm, and pumping Ville harder. “Cum for me Ville,” I slipped my finger over his slit, “please.” And on my next hard downward stroke I watched as my hand and stomach were coated with the warm thick fluid before being quickly washed away by the water. I let Ville’s softening cock slip from my hand as he stepped back to regard my spent form resting against the warm wall, a small grin lifting the corners of his lips.
“Tell me he makes you feel like that.” I stood there, wishing my lips to move. My mind demanded that I tell Ville he was nothing compared to Bam. That Bam and I loved each other and that made every experience we shared that much better. That I never wanted Ville to touch me again. But instead I walked up to Ville, and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
Rating: NC-17, not at the beginning, but it gets there
Pairing: Lily and Ville, Lily and Bam
Genre: Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I own Lily as she is a fictional character I created. As for everyone else, don't know and don't own. And I'm sure this never really happened.
Chpater 1,2
Chapter 3,4
Chapter 5
I lay in bed the next morning feeling utterly disgusted with myself. How could I have let this happen? I pondered in my quiet solitude. Rubbing my tear swollen eyes, I looked around the room, or more appropriately, Bam’s room. The pillow my head was resting on, the warm covers pulled up tight against my chin, it all smelt of Bam. I let my eyes drift closed, my senses drifting in the sea that was him all around me, and in my minds eye I could see those brilliant sapphire eyes gazing into me. Those eyes that had shown nothing but love for me since we first met. . .those eyes that would never look at me the same if he knew about last night.
“Fuck!” muffled by the pillow I had brought to rest over my face, the sound of my voice still played havoc on my hung over brain. I threw the heavy feather pillow across the room, the only way I could think of to expel the rage and overwhelming disappointment I felt in myself. I lay there for what felt like a lifetime, waiting to feel normal again. Waiting for the burning sensation in my gut to subside, but it seemed determined to hang on. A stream of hot tears made their way down my cool cheeks, but these were the worst tears. These were not the tears an adulterous woman cries for the lover they’ve hurt, rather these are the tears of a women who was afraid of what she stood to lose. My heart was breaking as I thought about how Bam’s skin felt pressed against mine, and the fact that I might never feel that sweet sensation again. Some how his rough skin has always felt smooth and warm caressing over mine, and I selfishly wept for what I thought would be the loss of that touch. Dragging the back of my hands over my puffy eyes I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled into the hallway.
The house was quiet and that silence only served to remind me that everyone was gone, well, almost everyone. As I crept down to the bathroom I wondered if Ville had left as well. There were no sounds coming from the anywhere in the house and as I passed by the closed door of Ville’s room I wasn’t even greeted by the sullen sounds of sleep. Perhaps he felt bad about what had happened and left during the night I tried to convince myself, my thoughts finally coming back to reality as my bare feet started padding across frigid white tile of the bathroom floor. I headed straight for the over sized shower stall and switched on the water, making all five strategically placed showerheads burst to life. I quickly shrugged off the element shirt I had slept in and stepped under the steaming heat of the shower. Resting my head completely under the spray of water from the top showerhead my mind started to wonder back to the events of the previous evening. The first touch of Ville’s cool fingertips on my skin, how his hair cascaded around his cheeks as his hips moved in sinful time with mine, and the way his body fit perfectly, almost too perfectly between my thighs. Why did I drink that fuckin’ vodka? I silently reprimanded myself as I waited for the water to burn the memories out of my mind. . .memories that I couldn’t for the life of my stop replaying in my mind. But what if he did leave? What if he does feel bad? What if he wants to come clean to Bam? Those were the questions pounding through my mind as I stood there, consumed by my terror.
“Morning. . .” I was shocked back to life as two familiar arms wrapped around my waist.
“What the hell are you doing?” my words sounded lifeless as I pulled out of his arms and quickly turned to face Ville, who was wearing nothing but a sly grin.
“I thought all American’s conserved water,” he stepped closer to me, resting his large hands on my hips, “and sharing a shower is a fine way to conserve don’t you think?” He punctuated his question by bending his head and trailing soft kisses over the side of my neck.
“No. . .” I tried for stern, but as his lips landed on the joint between my neck and shoulder, my words drifted into soft pleading moans, “no, I don’t. . .don’t think this is a good idea.” His head lifted, and as his eyes met mine I was captivated by the sight before me. Water had soaked the soft brown curls that hung half in front of his face which made the expression in his eyes all that much more intense.
“You didn’t mind last night.” My eyes fell closed as I felt cool fingertips sliding over my cheeks.
“I was drunk last night.” His fingers trailed down my neck, over my shoulders, finally coming to rest of my spine.
“Really?” he took one more step forward, closing the gap between us, pressing his swollen cock against my thigh.
“Really.” my words just above a whisper as I felt his hips rock, shifting his cock against my rapidly warming skin.
“Have you been drinking this morning?” he inquired as his hands slipped farther down my back, coming to rest on my ass.
“What?” I asked in a gasp, as his hands firmly squeezed my cheeks, causing me to grip at his waist as I tried to steady myself.
“Well you claim that last night was because you were drunk,” I let my eyes slip open, finding him staring down at me intently, “so I wanted to know if you were drunk again?”
“No” My words almost indignant, but our eyes stayed locked. We stood there, silent, the room filled only with the sound of water hitting our skin. After what felt like ages his right hand slipped around my waist and found its way between our bodies and slowly came to rest on the mound of nerves between my legs. A small moan escaped me as his finger tips started making small circles in that sweetest of spots and I shifted, letting my legs move apart slightly.
“So if you’re not drunk,” his hand moved back as he slipped a skillful finger into me, eliciting a deep gasp from my chest, “why are you still standing here?” I had no answer so instead I stood there, staring into his eyes and biting my lower lip, as his fingers gained a steady rhythm. The sensation of his fingers buried inside me was overwhelmingly intense, but I didn’t want him to know just how good it felt, so I bit down on my lip harder, refusing to encourage him, but never wanting this to end. His fingers sank deeper and I could feel a warm stream slipping down my chin as I bit my lip harder. “Stop that.” Ville reprimanded me sternly before leaning down to lick up the thin trail of blood on my chin. “Stop biting. . .or I’ll stop.” he threatened as he buried his fingers as far as they could go and stopped. A low whimper escaped me as I released my trembling lip. “Good girl.” His fingers picked up the same plunging rhythm as before.
“Oh fuck.” I whispered.
“Louder,” his hips shifted against my thigh as he started rubbing himself in time with his fingers, “tell me how much you want this.” His breathing was becoming shallower as his hips moved harder against my skin.
“Oh god. . .harder” I moaned as my hand moved and slowly slipped around his dripping cock and began stroking him hard and fast. His head fell forward, resting on my shoulder, as he let out a deep moan. The humid air filled with the sound of water and our passionate moans as both of us stood on the edge.
“Oh. . .Fuck. . .Ville. . .” I screamed as he buried his fingers deep and hard into me one last time, causing my muscles to tremble. I slumped back against the shower wall, riding out my orgasm, and pumping Ville harder. “Cum for me Ville,” I slipped my finger over his slit, “please.” And on my next hard downward stroke I watched as my hand and stomach were coated with the warm thick fluid before being quickly washed away by the water. I let Ville’s softening cock slip from my hand as he stepped back to regard my spent form resting against the warm wall, a small grin lifting the corners of his lips.
“Tell me he makes you feel like that.” I stood there, wishing my lips to move. My mind demanded that I tell Ville he was nothing compared to Bam. That Bam and I loved each other and that made every experience we shared that much better. That I never wanted Ville to touch me again. But instead I walked up to Ville, and pulled him into a bruising kiss.