As I Move My Feet Towards Your Body I Can Hear This Beat, It Fills My Head Up And Gets Louder
Chapter: 6/?
Song: Drumming Song- Florence + The Machine
Word Count: 1,886
Summary: louder than sirens, louder than bells, sweeter than heaven, and hotter than hell
His apartment looks like one out of a magazine. Stainless steel appliances, a huge leather couch, art work on all the walls. It’s amazing and she can’t even hide the dropping of her jaw when he opens the door and she casually walks in. She meant to act like she doesn’t care but she’s pretty sure that she gasped.
“Damn.”
He laughs softly. “Did I not mention that my father is also rich?”
“Thank god for rich daddies.”
“They do make the world go ‘round.” She stares in awe at the apartment then turns back to him. “He feeling guilty or something?”
“Yeah. My sisters have ones twice this size and my brothers’ is a little smaller. You want a drink?” He asks as he walks around her and into the
kitchen.
“Why the hell not.” She drops her bag on the couch and follows him in.
“Whiskey, beer, wine?” He lists off the choices and she pretends to think.
“Uh…yes.”
He laughs and grabs the whiskey bottle. “This was closest.” He pours a glass for her and slides it to her and she takes a sip. He raises his own glass to his lips and looks at her. “Are we having sex tonight?”
She chokes and spits some whiskey onto the counter in front of him and she wipes it away with her hands. “I’m sorry.” She apologizes then puts her hands on her hips. “Wow, you’re fucking blunt.”
He smiles easily. “I just want to know if we’re fucking.”
“What does it matter?”
I don’t want to drink too much if we are. I’d like to be a little sober so I can concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”
Her entire body flushes. “Why don’t you show me around?” She decides to change the subject, get the power back in her hands.
He runs around the center island that they were standing at and holds her wrist lightly. She pulls away and he doesn’t really care, he can’t be
bothered with her not wanting him to touch her. She follows him around still holding the whiskey, taking sips of it as she walks.
“You’ve seen the kitchen, and that is the living room that we walked through, dining room, guest room, guest bathroom, awesome view of the
city…” He gestures to the window. “And this.” He pauses and swings open the last closed door. “This is my room. Let’s go in and get a better look.”
She shakes her head and follows him in.
“This is my room. Closet, dresser, another amazing view of the city and oh my god my bed. Why don’t you take your clothes off and get on it.”
She smiles and looks around the room before slowly meeting his eyes again and kicks off her shoes and she swears she can hear him stop
breathing for a moment. She raises one eyebrow at him before she smirks and backs out into the living room. He follows her like a puppy.
“We could do it out here.” He points out and she sighs and curls onto the couch, one leg bent under her.
“Why don’t you come sit down?”
“Why?”
She leans back on her elbow against the back of the couch. “Because I want you to.”
He’s desperate to do what she wants him to do and sits down next to her.
She puts the glass down on the coffee table and stands back up and slowly walk to the door of his bedroom.
He stays seated because that’s what she wanted him to do.
She tips her head back into the room.
“Now why don’t you come over here and take your clothes off.”
He springs up off the couch. “Hell yeah.”
She’s laughing as he pushes her back into the room, his lips attached to her neck and his hands under her shirt, pulling it over her head, not
wasting anytime, not giving her a moment to think about this and back out. Not that it seems like she wants to, she’s pulling at his shirt and whispering his name into his ear.
He pushes her back onto the bed and she pulls him down with her, taking his face in her hands and guiding his lips to her own, kissing him, her tongue sliding between his lips.
Then she suddenly pushes him off of her and rolls over so she’s straddling his hips, her hand on his shoulders so he can’t get up.
“I like it when girls take control.”
“I am so not doing this for you.” She mutters and pushes her hair back off her face, it curls around her chest and arms and back. “I want to make things clear. I meant what I said when I said I didn’t want to be your girlfriend.”
“Oh. That’s….that’s okay.”
“This doesn’t mean anything. I’m not going to be in a relationship.”
“Totally fine. I don’t ever have to call you again.” That’s not what he wants but with the way that she’s sitting on him and the way that she looks hovering over him; he basically just wants her right now and he’ll do whatever.
“Oh, no, you’re going to call me again.”
“Why’s that?” He tries to lean up and kiss her but she keeps him down.
Instead she leans down to him and gets close, only a few inches separate them and she whispers. “Because you’re going to want to do this again.” She leans in those last few inches and just before her lips touch his she pulls back and straightens back up, smiling when he groans in frustration. “I on the other hand have no clue what you’re like in bed so whether or not I decide to pick up the call is kind of up in the air.”
She gasps and squeals in a very uncharacteristically like fashion when he works his shoulders free and grabs her hips and suddenly pins her under him. “You’re going to call me.” He says roughly as he ducks his head down to the base of her neck.
“Ha. Oh.” She can’t make fun of him when his mouth is working against her neck and collarbone and back up to her jaw line and his hands are at her sides and moving across her stomach, traveling lower to the tops of her jeans. “That’s….whatever.”
She should act like she’s not interested but her breathing is rough as he leans back and runs his hands down her sides and unbuttons her jeans and she automatically raises her hips for him to slide her jeans down her legs.
“I thought I told you to take your clothes off.” She says softly and he kisses her again, lingering before he rolls away and stands at the foot of the bed. He’s suddenly nervous as he attempts to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and she sits up on the mattress and pushes his hands out of the way.
She looks up at him as she presses a kiss to his stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans and skillfully pops the button open with one hand.
“Nice.” He says, admiring the way she did it.
“I’ve had plenty of practice with that.” Her eyes shut and she scrunches her face up. “I didn’t mean to just inadvertently call myself a slut.”
She can feel him laugh and he runs his fingers through her hair. “It’s okay. Are you planning on staying down there?”
“No way.” She leans back onto the bed. “I want to make sure I get mine.”
He laughs again as he moves back down to meet her. He hooks an arm around her back and undoes her bra letting it drop casually to the floor while she pulls his boxers down, pulls him in eliciting a soft groan from him that makes her smile.
“Oh, god.” He moans out as she works her way out of her panties and guides him in. “I like you.”
“Don’t.” She whispers to him as she starts to move against him, her hips lifting off the bed to meet him aggressively.
He ignores her desire to separate herself from feelings with him and concentrates on getting as close as physically possible to her and he lifts
her back up so she’s in a new position and she breathes out a moan, her legs wrapping around him and her breathing becoming uneven and short. He wants to hear her say that she will pick up the call.
He knows he succeeds at that when she digs her nails into his back, leaving marks he knows for sure, and shudders against him. He does the
same, minus the nail in the back, only because he doesn’t have nails, a few seconds later and puts her back down on the bed, which she collapses into. He lies down next to her but doesn’t dare try and touch her. They might have just had sex but she made it very clear that this didn’t mean anything.
“Say you’ll pick up the phone.” He says to her with a laugh and she kind of half sighs and half laughs back at him, her hand moving up to her
forehead to tuck her hair behind her ear and he can’t help himself. He beats her there and his fingers curl around the strand and secure it around her ear, lingering around her jaw line.
That’s apparently too close for comfort for her and she gets up from the bed. “I’ll think about it.” She says as she scans the floor and modestly picks up her bra and panties, pulling them on before she stands all the way up.
“What are you doing?” He asks her, propping himself up on one elbow.
“I’m getting dressed. Where did my shirt go?”
“Why are you doing that? Come back to bed, go to sleep, I’m exhausted.”
“There it is.” She mumbles as she pulls it on then grabs her jeans and kicks her shoes closer to her. “I’m going home.”
He sits up. “Why?”
“Because.” She shakes her head and turns to him. “I can’t stay here.”
“You’re going to go all the way home just to prove a point that you’re not going to date me?”
“I’m not proving a point. I’m just going home. I sleep better by myself anyways. It’s nothing personal, you’re bed is comfortable and all and where is my bag? Did I leave it in your living room?”
“Yeah…” He trails off and sighs when she leaves the dark bedroom and he fishes around for his boxers and pulls them on before he follows her. He knows that there’s probably nothing he can say to get her to change her mind but he feels like he has to try. “You really don’t have to go.”
Her hand is already on the doorknob and its turning.
“You should stay. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.”
She frowns at him. But mostly she frowns at herself. She’ll never let him make breakfast for her.
“Call me, Lee. We’ll do this again sometime. Alright?” She needs a few positive words from him before she can leave without feeling like a cold
hearted bitch.
He nods but doesn’t say anything or look at her.
She’ll take it and opens the door and leaves.