Lay on the bright lights
Title: Restless
Characters: CRANE (Catty and Ren)
'Verse: Squarewarts
Rating: NC-17
“Oh, you're here.”
Catty stopped in the middle of her small kitchen, staring at her boyfriend as he moved around the room as though it were his to roam in. In fact, his head peeked out from a cabinet after she spoke her quiet words, eyebrow perking up at her.
“Don't you ever go shopping for food?” He asked instead of making a comment about why he was in her apartment anyway. Well, he did have a key, the one she had given him, saying such stupid and possibly romantic crap like 'come over whenever you feel like' even though she partially hadn't meant any of it.
“Sometimes.” But Catty was hardly ever in her sanctuary to eat.
She either caught a meal at the office, or made Jaina go out with her.
Or went to Ren's.
“Not lately. I think your milk went bad, by the way. I threw it out.” Ren shut the cabinet door, looking her over. “Are you trying to go on a diet?”
Automatically, her hand went to her stomach, her lips thinning out. “Are you calling me fat?”
“No.”
She waited a second, shrugging as she moved over to a counter, hopping up on it to sit. “If you're hungry, I can go out and get you something to eat.”
He moved over to her, his hands laying flat on the counter on either side of her thighs, leaning in to press his lips to hers. “No, that's okay. I had something to eat before I came over.”
“Then why the hell were you in my fridge and cabinets?” She was too tired to deal with this. All she really wanted to do was curl up on the floor in her spot and sleep for twelve hours. Twelve hours that was really going to be five at the most, but a girl could dream, and Catty knew how to dream big. “Why are you here anyway?”
“I wanted to come see you. I figured you'd be here,” Ren answered simply, moving between her legs until she caught his hips between her knees.
“I'm here because I'm tired.” Meaning no sex, no Ren. She would have gone to see him at his place if that were the case.
He sighed, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You can't be tired at my place?”
She paused for a second, moving her hands so that they were running through his hair gently. She could be with him without sex. She knew that, really she did. It was just... It just felt strange, after so long, and having to fit herself back into a relationship after so long felt unfamiliar. Awkward. “This is where I live, though.” But 'live' was in the loosest sense of the term.
“Then live with me.” His lips moved from her forehead to her temple, her temple to her cheek, her cheek to her jaw, on and on. She gave a frustrated groan, knowing exactly what he was trying to do and trying to resist it with everything she had in her.
But she was so damn tired.
“Ren...” His mouth found her neck, his tongue making small and sweeping circles on her skin. “I like having my own place.” Because it made her independent. On her own and being all grown and like an adult. She ignored the fact, yes, she spent an awful lot of time at Ren's when he was home and sometimes when he wasn't, and she was with Jaina, and work... Excuses, all of them.
He bit down on her shoulder through her shirt, and she wondered how that fabric tasted in his mouth as she hissed, her knees involuntarily letting his hips go so that he could move in closer to her. Her body was a traitor to her mind.
“I said I was tired,” Catty mumbled halfheartedly even as she grabbed his hands and pushed them under her shirt. His hands pressed to her bare waist, and there they remained as he pulled back to look at her.
“Fine. Then I'll leave.” Another quick kiss to her lips, and he began to back away, hands slipping away from her warm skin.
She snorted, wrapping her legs around his waist to prevent his halfhearted escape. “No. I want you to stay.”
“You should probably sort out how you feel and the things you say before I leave one day and don't come back.”
“Really?” She smirked, leaning forward to brush her mouth against his without leaving a kiss. “I like that you think you'd be able to get away.” She kissed the corner of his lips. “So bold.” A kiss to his jaw. “It's kinda sexy.” Her fingers danced along his chest as she reached for the hem of his shirt, her nails dragging lightly on his skin as she lifted it up.
He moved so that she could finish taking off his shirt, letting it drift to the floor. “It's sexy that I'm threatening to leave you?”
“No, just how bold you're being.”
Her lips caressed his collarbone, breathing in his scent and tasting his skin. What ever happened to her being tired and not wanting to see him? Ren groaned when her teeth found his nipple, his hands digging into her hair, guiding her face back to his as they kissed, his hips grinding against hers. Catty's fingers slipped into the space between his pants and his skin, luckily, though it was a tight fit. The thought flitted against her mind briefly about how incredibly form fitting his pants were before he bit down on her lip and her mind clouded over with desire, anything but Ren and getting satisfaction leaving.
“I want you,” Catty growled, rolling her hips against his again. Ren grunted, hands working efficiently to pop the button of her jeans, unzipping them, and tugging them down her hips all in a few short seconds.
“Good.”
With reluctance, her grip around his waist loosened, making the transition from being clothed to partially clothed all that much easier, his hands hot on her thighs, kneading the skin until she moaned. His fingers spidered up the rest of her leg until toyed with the edges of cotton fabric, mouth capturing hers again with such intensity that she wavered against him, moan muffled. He was teasing her, his long fingers playing games as they danced around, never lingering on one spot, never giving her time to gain any pleasure from his touches. Just frustration building up, desperation to have him touch her burning her from the inside out. She whimpered, one hand wrapping around his wrist and pushing him closer.
“Please,” Catty begged in a breathy sigh, her own hands fumbling with his pants, getting pissed off with herself for still not having any grace to keep her hands steady enough to just get rid of what he was wearing already. He laughed in her ear, dark and full of lust, complying with her wishes and painstakingly removing her underwear.
And finally she got what she wanted, moaning loudly as Ren buried himself inside of her, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, digging her fingers into his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist again, pulling him in as close as she could while keeping herself on the counter, her body seeking that instant gratification, her mind hating the inevitable end when she went back to being just Catty and he went back to being just Ren.
-
Catty leaned back against the headboard, drowsily watching Ren sleep. So much for that twelve-but-really-five-hours of sleep. An hour was better than nothing. “Jerk,” she muttered as she slid out of the bed they had eventually made their way to, heading for a quick shower before she needed to run to work.
“Love you, too,” he mumbled in return.
Characters: CRANE (Catty and Ren)
'Verse: Squarewarts
Rating: NC-17
“Oh, you're here.”
Catty stopped in the middle of her small kitchen, staring at her boyfriend as he moved around the room as though it were his to roam in. In fact, his head peeked out from a cabinet after she spoke her quiet words, eyebrow perking up at her.
“Don't you ever go shopping for food?” He asked instead of making a comment about why he was in her apartment anyway. Well, he did have a key, the one she had given him, saying such stupid and possibly romantic crap like 'come over whenever you feel like' even though she partially hadn't meant any of it.
“Sometimes.” But Catty was hardly ever in her sanctuary to eat.
She either caught a meal at the office, or made Jaina go out with her.
Or went to Ren's.
“Not lately. I think your milk went bad, by the way. I threw it out.” Ren shut the cabinet door, looking her over. “Are you trying to go on a diet?”
Automatically, her hand went to her stomach, her lips thinning out. “Are you calling me fat?”
“No.”
She waited a second, shrugging as she moved over to a counter, hopping up on it to sit. “If you're hungry, I can go out and get you something to eat.”
He moved over to her, his hands laying flat on the counter on either side of her thighs, leaning in to press his lips to hers. “No, that's okay. I had something to eat before I came over.”
“Then why the hell were you in my fridge and cabinets?” She was too tired to deal with this. All she really wanted to do was curl up on the floor in her spot and sleep for twelve hours. Twelve hours that was really going to be five at the most, but a girl could dream, and Catty knew how to dream big. “Why are you here anyway?”
“I wanted to come see you. I figured you'd be here,” Ren answered simply, moving between her legs until she caught his hips between her knees.
“I'm here because I'm tired.” Meaning no sex, no Ren. She would have gone to see him at his place if that were the case.
He sighed, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You can't be tired at my place?”
She paused for a second, moving her hands so that they were running through his hair gently. She could be with him without sex. She knew that, really she did. It was just... It just felt strange, after so long, and having to fit herself back into a relationship after so long felt unfamiliar. Awkward. “This is where I live, though.” But 'live' was in the loosest sense of the term.
“Then live with me.” His lips moved from her forehead to her temple, her temple to her cheek, her cheek to her jaw, on and on. She gave a frustrated groan, knowing exactly what he was trying to do and trying to resist it with everything she had in her.
But she was so damn tired.
“Ren...” His mouth found her neck, his tongue making small and sweeping circles on her skin. “I like having my own place.” Because it made her independent. On her own and being all grown and like an adult. She ignored the fact, yes, she spent an awful lot of time at Ren's when he was home and sometimes when he wasn't, and she was with Jaina, and work... Excuses, all of them.
He bit down on her shoulder through her shirt, and she wondered how that fabric tasted in his mouth as she hissed, her knees involuntarily letting his hips go so that he could move in closer to her. Her body was a traitor to her mind.
“I said I was tired,” Catty mumbled halfheartedly even as she grabbed his hands and pushed them under her shirt. His hands pressed to her bare waist, and there they remained as he pulled back to look at her.
“Fine. Then I'll leave.” Another quick kiss to her lips, and he began to back away, hands slipping away from her warm skin.
She snorted, wrapping her legs around his waist to prevent his halfhearted escape. “No. I want you to stay.”
“You should probably sort out how you feel and the things you say before I leave one day and don't come back.”
“Really?” She smirked, leaning forward to brush her mouth against his without leaving a kiss. “I like that you think you'd be able to get away.” She kissed the corner of his lips. “So bold.” A kiss to his jaw. “It's kinda sexy.” Her fingers danced along his chest as she reached for the hem of his shirt, her nails dragging lightly on his skin as she lifted it up.
He moved so that she could finish taking off his shirt, letting it drift to the floor. “It's sexy that I'm threatening to leave you?”
“No, just how bold you're being.”
Her lips caressed his collarbone, breathing in his scent and tasting his skin. What ever happened to her being tired and not wanting to see him? Ren groaned when her teeth found his nipple, his hands digging into her hair, guiding her face back to his as they kissed, his hips grinding against hers. Catty's fingers slipped into the space between his pants and his skin, luckily, though it was a tight fit. The thought flitted against her mind briefly about how incredibly form fitting his pants were before he bit down on her lip and her mind clouded over with desire, anything but Ren and getting satisfaction leaving.
“I want you,” Catty growled, rolling her hips against his again. Ren grunted, hands working efficiently to pop the button of her jeans, unzipping them, and tugging them down her hips all in a few short seconds.
“Good.”
With reluctance, her grip around his waist loosened, making the transition from being clothed to partially clothed all that much easier, his hands hot on her thighs, kneading the skin until she moaned. His fingers spidered up the rest of her leg until toyed with the edges of cotton fabric, mouth capturing hers again with such intensity that she wavered against him, moan muffled. He was teasing her, his long fingers playing games as they danced around, never lingering on one spot, never giving her time to gain any pleasure from his touches. Just frustration building up, desperation to have him touch her burning her from the inside out. She whimpered, one hand wrapping around his wrist and pushing him closer.
“Please,” Catty begged in a breathy sigh, her own hands fumbling with his pants, getting pissed off with herself for still not having any grace to keep her hands steady enough to just get rid of what he was wearing already. He laughed in her ear, dark and full of lust, complying with her wishes and painstakingly removing her underwear.
And finally she got what she wanted, moaning loudly as Ren buried himself inside of her, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, digging her fingers into his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist again, pulling him in as close as she could while keeping herself on the counter, her body seeking that instant gratification, her mind hating the inevitable end when she went back to being just Catty and he went back to being just Ren.
-
Catty leaned back against the headboard, drowsily watching Ren sleep. So much for that twelve-but-really-five-hours of sleep. An hour was better than nothing. “Jerk,” she muttered as she slid out of the bed they had eventually made their way to, heading for a quick shower before she needed to run to work.
“Love you, too,” he mumbled in return.