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Title: Giving In
Pairing: Somebody from The Gazette (guess who? lol) X OFC
Rating: T
Summary: "Fuck," she heard him whisper. "I hate you, you know that?"
Written for my dearest, most beloved and perverted friend, a_happy_twat.
It was hot, sweltering hot. The beads of sweat traversing the side of her face were probably as big as the beads of jade encircling her wrist. She was already holding a large bottle of freezing water in one hand, but the humidity of the room was so much that the bottle had started sweating as soon as she grabbed it out of the fridge. With a lethargic twist, she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a huge gulp. Some of the water flowed freely down the sides of her mouth, to her neck, traveling down her ample bosom, only to disappear in the valley of her breasts.
"Thirsty?"
Her eyes, which had closed in bliss, snapped open at his voice.
It seemed he was finally awake.
Wearing nothing but boxers and a white towel haphazardly thrown around his neck, he made his way towards the kitchen counter, lighted cigarette already in hand.
"Mm," she replied. "Very hot today."
He grinned at her. She noticed his stare lingering on her semi-drenched night gown. "Yeah, I can see that."
He brushed past her, making sure that the skin of his arm glided against her hip, and opened the fridge. "Is there any beer left?"
"No, and even if there was, I don't think beer in the morning is a good idea."
"Beer at any time is a good idea," he jokingly retorted. He prodded random containers inside the fridge. "There must be something good to eat here."
"I ate them already," she said. She walked to the nearby dinner table, pulled up a chair and sat. She watched him slowly transfer his attention from the fridge to her legs, which she had purposely propped up on the glass table, her long silk gown riding up quite nicely. He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled.
"You know what that means then, right?"
"What?"
"It means I'll have to eat you instead," he purred. She knew he was watching the swift ascent of blood to her face, and she also knew just how much he enjoyed it.
"Shut up." She tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. But her fingers had already started to shake. "Don't be so horny in the morning."
He laughed openly at her comment. "When do you want me to be horny then?"
Blushing even more, she took another swig from the bottle. "I'm not supposed to tell you when. It's none of my business."
"All right." With one quick motion, he pulled off his boxers and threw the piece of clothing in her direction.
She jolted and her hands involuntarily caught his underwear, making the bottle of water fall to the marbled floor. "W-w-what--?" Wide-eyed and dazed, she stared at his nakedness.
"What?" He asked casually. "You said being horny is my business." He brought the half-finished cigarette to his lips and took a long, exagerrated drag.
"I--you-- I meant--"
"Can't understand you, baby, you have to speak up," he smirked teasingly.
She threw back the offending boxers at him. "Put some clothes on!"
"Nope." Baiting her more, he languidly climbed up the counter and sat on it, legs situated too far apart to be decent. She could feel her heart beat somewhere in the region her throat. The spilled cold water on the floor tickled her feet and made her toes curl.
Swallowing, she commanded herself to look somewhere, anywhere, else. Her gaze fell on his neck and she willed herself to make it stay there.
"For crap's sake, I said put some clothes on!"
"Make me." He bent his head lower so that she was now staring at his lips, lips that he were currently licking with his pink, wet tongue. Her jaw had slackened a bit at the sight. At that exact moment, she was aware that a part of her just died very, very happily.
Her focus wavered and the next thing she knew, she was staring at him staring at her. He took another puff off his cigarette and slowly leaned forward some more, causing his legs to part wider, if that was possible. She cursed her natural curiosity when she found her eyes roaming down his body. She could feel her face getting hotter and hotter. And even though she had seen him naked so many times before, he still had the ability to make her feel like her intestines decided to reposition themselves. Gulping, she bent down to get the plastic bottle from the floor.
"Ouch," he commented. "It hurts when you ignore me like this, you know?"
"I'm not ignoring you,"
"What are you doing then?"
She met his gaze again. "I'm picking a bottle up, what does it look like?"
He cocked his head sideways. "Hm. It looks like you're trying to give me a nice view of your cleavage."
"Smart-ass," she murmured. By that time, she knew that humidity wasn't the only reason she was sweating profusely. With her chin up, she got up from the chair and marched back to the kitchen sink, keeping a wary distance from him and his lack of clothes.
But just when she thought she had passed by unharmed, his arm shot out and grabbed her left hand. The force of his pull was sudden and there was no time for her to recuperate. She ended up having her back mashed against his chest, arms tightly wound around her shoulders, and just right above the end of her spine, she felt just how "excited" he was that morning.
He started blowing patterns on her collarbone, making the little hairs there stand on end. Her grip on the poor bottle was so tight that it popped in her fist.
"Fuck," She heard him whisper. "I hate you, you know that?"
"Wha-?"
"You're a cruel, cruel girl. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself if you're parading around the living room wearing this?"
"It's an ankle-length gown, you perv," she breathed.
"That's what I'm talking about." He hugged her tighter, so tight that she could feel every part of him through the silk. "You know what I think of doing when I see long gowns?"
Her heart gave a loud throb. "What?" she dared ask.
"Rip them apart with my teeth." without wasting any time, he let his tongue caress the outer lobe of her ear, and it was all she could do to stop herself from fainting. She turned around and his lips, eager and wanting, smashed against hers, making all form of coherent thought fly out the window. She sighed into the kiss and let herself be swept away.
It was going to be a long morning.
~~~~END~~~~
This is unbeta-ed, so sorry if you find mistakes and what-not. And I also hope my lovely Gracie loves this hee hee. Like I said, bb, this isn't over. Wait for part 2 LOLOLOLOLOL.
Pairing: Somebody from The Gazette (guess who? lol) X OFC
Rating: T
Summary: "Fuck," she heard him whisper. "I hate you, you know that?"
Written for my dearest, most beloved and perverted friend, a_happy_twat.
It was hot, sweltering hot. The beads of sweat traversing the side of her face were probably as big as the beads of jade encircling her wrist. She was already holding a large bottle of freezing water in one hand, but the humidity of the room was so much that the bottle had started sweating as soon as she grabbed it out of the fridge. With a lethargic twist, she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a huge gulp. Some of the water flowed freely down the sides of her mouth, to her neck, traveling down her ample bosom, only to disappear in the valley of her breasts.
"Thirsty?"
Her eyes, which had closed in bliss, snapped open at his voice.
It seemed he was finally awake.
Wearing nothing but boxers and a white towel haphazardly thrown around his neck, he made his way towards the kitchen counter, lighted cigarette already in hand.
"Mm," she replied. "Very hot today."
He grinned at her. She noticed his stare lingering on her semi-drenched night gown. "Yeah, I can see that."
He brushed past her, making sure that the skin of his arm glided against her hip, and opened the fridge. "Is there any beer left?"
"No, and even if there was, I don't think beer in the morning is a good idea."
"Beer at any time is a good idea," he jokingly retorted. He prodded random containers inside the fridge. "There must be something good to eat here."
"I ate them already," she said. She walked to the nearby dinner table, pulled up a chair and sat. She watched him slowly transfer his attention from the fridge to her legs, which she had purposely propped up on the glass table, her long silk gown riding up quite nicely. He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled.
"You know what that means then, right?"
"What?"
"It means I'll have to eat you instead," he purred. She knew he was watching the swift ascent of blood to her face, and she also knew just how much he enjoyed it.
"Shut up." She tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. But her fingers had already started to shake. "Don't be so horny in the morning."
He laughed openly at her comment. "When do you want me to be horny then?"
Blushing even more, she took another swig from the bottle. "I'm not supposed to tell you when. It's none of my business."
"All right." With one quick motion, he pulled off his boxers and threw the piece of clothing in her direction.
She jolted and her hands involuntarily caught his underwear, making the bottle of water fall to the marbled floor. "W-w-what--?" Wide-eyed and dazed, she stared at his nakedness.
"What?" He asked casually. "You said being horny is my business." He brought the half-finished cigarette to his lips and took a long, exagerrated drag.
"I--you-- I meant--"
"Can't understand you, baby, you have to speak up," he smirked teasingly.
She threw back the offending boxers at him. "Put some clothes on!"
"Nope." Baiting her more, he languidly climbed up the counter and sat on it, legs situated too far apart to be decent. She could feel her heart beat somewhere in the region her throat. The spilled cold water on the floor tickled her feet and made her toes curl.
Swallowing, she commanded herself to look somewhere, anywhere, else. Her gaze fell on his neck and she willed herself to make it stay there.
"For crap's sake, I said put some clothes on!"
"Make me." He bent his head lower so that she was now staring at his lips, lips that he were currently licking with his pink, wet tongue. Her jaw had slackened a bit at the sight. At that exact moment, she was aware that a part of her just died very, very happily.
Her focus wavered and the next thing she knew, she was staring at him staring at her. He took another puff off his cigarette and slowly leaned forward some more, causing his legs to part wider, if that was possible. She cursed her natural curiosity when she found her eyes roaming down his body. She could feel her face getting hotter and hotter. And even though she had seen him naked so many times before, he still had the ability to make her feel like her intestines decided to reposition themselves. Gulping, she bent down to get the plastic bottle from the floor.
"Ouch," he commented. "It hurts when you ignore me like this, you know?"
"I'm not ignoring you,"
"What are you doing then?"
She met his gaze again. "I'm picking a bottle up, what does it look like?"
He cocked his head sideways. "Hm. It looks like you're trying to give me a nice view of your cleavage."
"Smart-ass," she murmured. By that time, she knew that humidity wasn't the only reason she was sweating profusely. With her chin up, she got up from the chair and marched back to the kitchen sink, keeping a wary distance from him and his lack of clothes.
But just when she thought she had passed by unharmed, his arm shot out and grabbed her left hand. The force of his pull was sudden and there was no time for her to recuperate. She ended up having her back mashed against his chest, arms tightly wound around her shoulders, and just right above the end of her spine, she felt just how "excited" he was that morning.
He started blowing patterns on her collarbone, making the little hairs there stand on end. Her grip on the poor bottle was so tight that it popped in her fist.
"Fuck," She heard him whisper. "I hate you, you know that?"
"Wha-?"
"You're a cruel, cruel girl. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself if you're parading around the living room wearing this?"
"It's an ankle-length gown, you perv," she breathed.
"That's what I'm talking about." He hugged her tighter, so tight that she could feel every part of him through the silk. "You know what I think of doing when I see long gowns?"
Her heart gave a loud throb. "What?" she dared ask.
"Rip them apart with my teeth." without wasting any time, he let his tongue caress the outer lobe of her ear, and it was all she could do to stop herself from fainting. She turned around and his lips, eager and wanting, smashed against hers, making all form of coherent thought fly out the window. She sighed into the kiss and let herself be swept away.
It was going to be a long morning.
~~~~END~~~~
This is unbeta-ed, so sorry if you find mistakes and what-not. And I also hope my lovely Gracie loves this hee hee. Like I said, bb, this isn't over. Wait for part 2 LOLOLOLOLOL.