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Title: Girlfriend. Part 3.
Characters: Gabriel/Eden.
Rating: NC-17.
Word count: 2,174
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU. Eden is a callgirl in this fic and Gabriel her "client"
Note: He tries to withhold and then smut :P
Parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4
Waking with her in his arms was at first extremely disconcerting, like he had woken up in someone else’s bed, someone else’s life. But that confusion was replaced very quickly with a contentment. He wanted her in his arms, in his bed, walking along his floors, using his shower, eating his food. He wanted her to fill those empty spaces.
So she did. She inserted herself completely for only $2000 a month. But it wasn’t completely, not really. She would kiss him and he found this increasingly easy and hungered for it but she wasn’t his in full. He wanted her but would never pay for it and she would never provide the act for money, he had that one line he wouldn’t cross. Or so he told himself.
Months and months she spent with him and it started to solidify in his mind that she really was his, that the money he left on the cabinet on her side of the bed was unimportant, only holding significance if she forgot to take it. He had a mantra running through his head every morning: if it’s still there then she’s truly with me.
When she did ask for the money it chipped and cracked at him, taking little comfort in her rising discomfort at doing so. But she had to, she would tell him, she had to.
They existed in a surreal play where they performed for no one but themselves.
But for Gabriel it was real.
*
Some nights, when she gets in late or he thinks he can detect the scent of other men he lets himself loosen. Just a little.
She lies down on his bed, a bigger, newer one, as he kisses her under the covers. He was like boiling water, slow to start but before she knew it he was ready to vapour into nothing as his mouth and tongue moves against hers ferociously, sucking the breath from her. One large hand tightens around her hip as she starts to rub against the hardness pressing to her tummy and he whimpers into her mouth and pushes his cock harder against her as he finally breaks his lips apart from hers.
“God, don’t. You know what will happen.” He breathes it against her throat as he lowers his head, his hips still jerking on her stilling body. She holds him to her, eyes looking up at the ceiling before she wriggles down and presses him there. He grunts and then sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He almost wails her name, very quietly as he suddenly rises from her, throwing the cover back to hastily make for the bathroom.
He can’t stop his bodily reactions to her and it causes him acute shame and frustration that he doesn’t have that control over himself anymore, especially as he had no outlet to pour that desire into. He’s convinced she knows this, does this on purpose.
He takes himself in hand and watches the sliver of his bedroom reflected in the mirror before him, eyes fixed on her small shape under the cover, convinced she’s watching. He comes with his teeth biting hard into his lip, trapping the sounds away from her.
This wouldn’t last forever, she would succumb. She would stop thinking of the money.
*
Some nights he doesn’t go to the bathroom. On the nights where he shakes so bad next to her and his eyes flash with an eerily feral light he gets dressed and leaves the apartment completely.
Tonight had been different, he had got carried away. He had wanted her as if she was really the thing she pretended to be, had whispered as he caressed her that he shouldn’t have to pay now, not him.
It was like he wanted to be hurt, wanted to let the damage she inflicted with her rebuffs bleed all over her as he curls away. He couldn’t stay, he wouldn’t stay as she apologised and begged him to return.
Eden was covering herself. While she pretended she was also smothering her feelings. She didn’t forget to take his money, she didn’t want to and it was foolish of her. She absolutely had to get enough but in spending time with Gabriel she was loosing it and couldn’t stop herself. She had become complacent, she had made a grove in his life and she wanted to stay there. He was committed to her and Eden couldn’t let go.
She unlocks and pushes the heavy door open, the bell tinkling above her and the clocks swarm around her as she steps in. She had likened the feeling of stepping into this place like being underwater, a strange feeling of submersion would cover her as she was compressed by the dark walls and the noise coming from them, those never-ending jumbled lullaby of tick-tocks.
She moves in the dark and slips through the curtain, another flimsy covering to his abode. He’s asleep on his small bed, white pyjama covered back to her and she stops next to his head.
“Gabriel? Wake up…wake up.” He doesn’t move but she knows he’s awake as he’s stopped breathing. She bends down and kisses his temple softly, drawing away as he turns. Sitting up against the head board, knees drawn up he looks at her beseechingly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just don’t leave, that’s all I want.”
She moves closer, brushing her hand down his arm to take his in hers tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.” The firmness in her voice surprises her and the warning flash in her mind that follows she ignores. “It’s dangerous for me to do this Gabriel, you understand?” He nods, eyes wide and glassy. Eden smiles sadly “You understand that I need to keep doing this, just for a little while until I get enough?” He nods again and she thinks he’d agree to anything she says at this point. “You understand that the police could arrest me?” His eyes harden but he nods, licking his lip. He draws her to him.
“Whatever you want, whatever you say. I’d pay what you want, everything if it means you would stay.” He was extremely self sacrificing she found, almost shamefully so. Would defer to her if it meant she was pleased with him and Eden found that aspect of him cringing.
She brings his hand up to her mouth and kisses his fingers, pressing soft grazes at first before she’s sucking lightly at the tips. His eyes watch her mouth and then travel down as she moves his fingers over her throat, down her chest to her breast. His eyes snap back up to her and she smiles wide. “Whatever I want Gabriel?”
“Yeah…” His voice rises to a squick and he clears his throat as she laughs softly. Then she starts the lower his hand further down her body, his eyes following as she glides him over her hip and then down to the hem of her skirt around her knees. She pulls her hand away then, her breathing growing more rapid as he doesn’t move for a moment and she sighs. Then his hand start to move under her skirt, his fingers skimming along her skin.
When the pad of his fingers brush against the cotton covering her vulva he draws back, his breathing rate increasing. He sits up more and she leans closer, drawing her legs further apart.
“Gabriel, please…” He looks at her nervously but seeing the desperation on her face he presses again, two finger applying pressure to the spot were she’s the wettest and Eden hums. He then starts to draw his finger back and forth, flicking over her clit to stroke down the centre to her wet spot again until she’s whispering out her pleasure, eyes closed with a strange lost look. He holds his breath as he draws the cotton aside and very gently pushes one finger into the wet warmth. The both gasp as he lets his finger feel along her for a moment, tracing the delicate parts of her before he moves back and finds her entrance. He slides his middle finger up her slowly, moving up until the digit is immersed tightly, keeping it stationary before he pulls the finger back out and then in again. He freezes again, gulping.
Gabriel pants, shaking, constantly licking his lips as Eden lifts her knee up and rests it on the bed, widening her legs. She leans down and kisses him, brushing his hair back tenderly. “That’s it, you’re doing it. God don’t stop now.” She mumbles it against his lips and he nods, his breathing still laboured, still shaking. Unable to stop.
His erection is hard and very prominent, poking against his white pants as Eden starts to thrust down on his finger, reaching down to help him insert another and then she’s gasping out his name as he starts to thrust into her faster, gaining more confidence at this skill. He watches her face growing red and her limbs alternatively growing loose or stiff with a transfixed eye, his other hand on her hip to bring her closer.
But he can’t make her climax and she doesn’t want him to, not yet. The fingers pull out of her as she pushes him back and then lowers her knickers down her legs quickly. She leans over him and they kiss hard and breathily before he breaks away as she starts to tug down his pants, getting on her knees before him. He looks up at the ceiling as she pulls his pants and underwear down and starts to breath heavily, his anxiety hitting him again. His erection presses against her stomach as she leans onto him and they kiss, Gabriel wrapping his arms around her tight.
Eden pulls back, stroking his cheek and whispers reassurances to him. He fists the sheet as he lifts his hips and she pulls his pants down fully and then takes a condom out from her bag. A banana covered in plastic-sheath comes to mind and he tries hard not to laugh because it‘s only at himself. The humour bubbles into excitement as he feels her finger trace the curve of his shaft and he can’t look away. She rolls the sheath over him and he thrusts a few times into her fist uncontrollably, red faced. She smiles at him, shuffling on her knees and centres herself above him and he draws in a breath and holds it.
He watches as his penis disappears into the thatch between her thighs and his mouth parts as he feels the tight, smooth passage around him as he penetrates up. Fully in her he puffs out the breath.
“Oh god, god. That’s amazing.” He smiles as she laughs and he pulls her down to kiss her thoroughly, tongue exploring her mouth slowly. Then she straightens and begins to rise and sink on him, slow and steady at first and he’s able to regulate himself somewhat but then she sees this and starts to ride him faster, placing her hands on his chest and he grips her waist convulsively. They both groan loudly as he thrusts up into her with increasing fervency, until he’s the one directing her movements on him. He watches her face, watches the effect he has on her and every moan and flick of pleasure increases his. Her bares his teeth as he starts to feel close, the strokes into her deeper and harder, bucking so that she groans with every stroke, her body shaking. His eyes widen and he calls out her name, sitting up to press his face to her chest as he comes, hands fierce against her as he thrusts hard until he stiffens with a whimper.
He holds her like that, restricting her mobility until his orgasm passes and he’s sated, relaxing his grip on her. Through his postcoital haze he knows she’s not satisfied and it cuts through it sharply. He touches her gently, fingers running over her cheek and mouth before he moves to unbutton her blouse, kissing her shoulders and then her breasts as they are revealed. He tilts her onto her side, whispering.
“Tell me what to do.” She smiles but is desperate to be satisfied, almost wants to accomplish this herself but she places his fingers against her clitoris, softly giving instructions which he follows, swivelling his fingers on her, flicking, rubbing until she arches and ruts. She hadn’t expected anything, never did but when he quickly and powerfully makes her come Eden thinks she got lucky with a watchmaker, a fingersmith but that is washed away as her mind and body is overwhelmed. Gabriel gathers her to him as she becomes sleepy, covering the sheet over them as he sighs her name against her ear.
“It’s Sarah, call me Sarah.”
Characters: Gabriel/Eden.
Rating: NC-17.
Word count: 2,174
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU. Eden is a callgirl in this fic and Gabriel her "client"
Note: He tries to withhold and then smut :P
Parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4
Waking with her in his arms was at first extremely disconcerting, like he had woken up in someone else’s bed, someone else’s life. But that confusion was replaced very quickly with a contentment. He wanted her in his arms, in his bed, walking along his floors, using his shower, eating his food. He wanted her to fill those empty spaces.
So she did. She inserted herself completely for only $2000 a month. But it wasn’t completely, not really. She would kiss him and he found this increasingly easy and hungered for it but she wasn’t his in full. He wanted her but would never pay for it and she would never provide the act for money, he had that one line he wouldn’t cross. Or so he told himself.
Months and months she spent with him and it started to solidify in his mind that she really was his, that the money he left on the cabinet on her side of the bed was unimportant, only holding significance if she forgot to take it. He had a mantra running through his head every morning: if it’s still there then she’s truly with me.
When she did ask for the money it chipped and cracked at him, taking little comfort in her rising discomfort at doing so. But she had to, she would tell him, she had to.
They existed in a surreal play where they performed for no one but themselves.
But for Gabriel it was real.
*
Some nights, when she gets in late or he thinks he can detect the scent of other men he lets himself loosen. Just a little.
She lies down on his bed, a bigger, newer one, as he kisses her under the covers. He was like boiling water, slow to start but before she knew it he was ready to vapour into nothing as his mouth and tongue moves against hers ferociously, sucking the breath from her. One large hand tightens around her hip as she starts to rub against the hardness pressing to her tummy and he whimpers into her mouth and pushes his cock harder against her as he finally breaks his lips apart from hers.
“God, don’t. You know what will happen.” He breathes it against her throat as he lowers his head, his hips still jerking on her stilling body. She holds him to her, eyes looking up at the ceiling before she wriggles down and presses him there. He grunts and then sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He almost wails her name, very quietly as he suddenly rises from her, throwing the cover back to hastily make for the bathroom.
He can’t stop his bodily reactions to her and it causes him acute shame and frustration that he doesn’t have that control over himself anymore, especially as he had no outlet to pour that desire into. He’s convinced she knows this, does this on purpose.
He takes himself in hand and watches the sliver of his bedroom reflected in the mirror before him, eyes fixed on her small shape under the cover, convinced she’s watching. He comes with his teeth biting hard into his lip, trapping the sounds away from her.
This wouldn’t last forever, she would succumb. She would stop thinking of the money.
*
Some nights he doesn’t go to the bathroom. On the nights where he shakes so bad next to her and his eyes flash with an eerily feral light he gets dressed and leaves the apartment completely.
Tonight had been different, he had got carried away. He had wanted her as if she was really the thing she pretended to be, had whispered as he caressed her that he shouldn’t have to pay now, not him.
It was like he wanted to be hurt, wanted to let the damage she inflicted with her rebuffs bleed all over her as he curls away. He couldn’t stay, he wouldn’t stay as she apologised and begged him to return.
Eden was covering herself. While she pretended she was also smothering her feelings. She didn’t forget to take his money, she didn’t want to and it was foolish of her. She absolutely had to get enough but in spending time with Gabriel she was loosing it and couldn’t stop herself. She had become complacent, she had made a grove in his life and she wanted to stay there. He was committed to her and Eden couldn’t let go.
She unlocks and pushes the heavy door open, the bell tinkling above her and the clocks swarm around her as she steps in. She had likened the feeling of stepping into this place like being underwater, a strange feeling of submersion would cover her as she was compressed by the dark walls and the noise coming from them, those never-ending jumbled lullaby of tick-tocks.
She moves in the dark and slips through the curtain, another flimsy covering to his abode. He’s asleep on his small bed, white pyjama covered back to her and she stops next to his head.
“Gabriel? Wake up…wake up.” He doesn’t move but she knows he’s awake as he’s stopped breathing. She bends down and kisses his temple softly, drawing away as he turns. Sitting up against the head board, knees drawn up he looks at her beseechingly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just don’t leave, that’s all I want.”
She moves closer, brushing her hand down his arm to take his in hers tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.” The firmness in her voice surprises her and the warning flash in her mind that follows she ignores. “It’s dangerous for me to do this Gabriel, you understand?” He nods, eyes wide and glassy. Eden smiles sadly “You understand that I need to keep doing this, just for a little while until I get enough?” He nods again and she thinks he’d agree to anything she says at this point. “You understand that the police could arrest me?” His eyes harden but he nods, licking his lip. He draws her to him.
“Whatever you want, whatever you say. I’d pay what you want, everything if it means you would stay.” He was extremely self sacrificing she found, almost shamefully so. Would defer to her if it meant she was pleased with him and Eden found that aspect of him cringing.
She brings his hand up to her mouth and kisses his fingers, pressing soft grazes at first before she’s sucking lightly at the tips. His eyes watch her mouth and then travel down as she moves his fingers over her throat, down her chest to her breast. His eyes snap back up to her and she smiles wide. “Whatever I want Gabriel?”
“Yeah…” His voice rises to a squick and he clears his throat as she laughs softly. Then she starts the lower his hand further down her body, his eyes following as she glides him over her hip and then down to the hem of her skirt around her knees. She pulls her hand away then, her breathing growing more rapid as he doesn’t move for a moment and she sighs. Then his hand start to move under her skirt, his fingers skimming along her skin.
When the pad of his fingers brush against the cotton covering her vulva he draws back, his breathing rate increasing. He sits up more and she leans closer, drawing her legs further apart.
“Gabriel, please…” He looks at her nervously but seeing the desperation on her face he presses again, two finger applying pressure to the spot were she’s the wettest and Eden hums. He then starts to draw his finger back and forth, flicking over her clit to stroke down the centre to her wet spot again until she’s whispering out her pleasure, eyes closed with a strange lost look. He holds his breath as he draws the cotton aside and very gently pushes one finger into the wet warmth. The both gasp as he lets his finger feel along her for a moment, tracing the delicate parts of her before he moves back and finds her entrance. He slides his middle finger up her slowly, moving up until the digit is immersed tightly, keeping it stationary before he pulls the finger back out and then in again. He freezes again, gulping.
Gabriel pants, shaking, constantly licking his lips as Eden lifts her knee up and rests it on the bed, widening her legs. She leans down and kisses him, brushing his hair back tenderly. “That’s it, you’re doing it. God don’t stop now.” She mumbles it against his lips and he nods, his breathing still laboured, still shaking. Unable to stop.
His erection is hard and very prominent, poking against his white pants as Eden starts to thrust down on his finger, reaching down to help him insert another and then she’s gasping out his name as he starts to thrust into her faster, gaining more confidence at this skill. He watches her face growing red and her limbs alternatively growing loose or stiff with a transfixed eye, his other hand on her hip to bring her closer.
But he can’t make her climax and she doesn’t want him to, not yet. The fingers pull out of her as she pushes him back and then lowers her knickers down her legs quickly. She leans over him and they kiss hard and breathily before he breaks away as she starts to tug down his pants, getting on her knees before him. He looks up at the ceiling as she pulls his pants and underwear down and starts to breath heavily, his anxiety hitting him again. His erection presses against her stomach as she leans onto him and they kiss, Gabriel wrapping his arms around her tight.
Eden pulls back, stroking his cheek and whispers reassurances to him. He fists the sheet as he lifts his hips and she pulls his pants down fully and then takes a condom out from her bag. A banana covered in plastic-sheath comes to mind and he tries hard not to laugh because it‘s only at himself. The humour bubbles into excitement as he feels her finger trace the curve of his shaft and he can’t look away. She rolls the sheath over him and he thrusts a few times into her fist uncontrollably, red faced. She smiles at him, shuffling on her knees and centres herself above him and he draws in a breath and holds it.
He watches as his penis disappears into the thatch between her thighs and his mouth parts as he feels the tight, smooth passage around him as he penetrates up. Fully in her he puffs out the breath.
“Oh god, god. That’s amazing.” He smiles as she laughs and he pulls her down to kiss her thoroughly, tongue exploring her mouth slowly. Then she straightens and begins to rise and sink on him, slow and steady at first and he’s able to regulate himself somewhat but then she sees this and starts to ride him faster, placing her hands on his chest and he grips her waist convulsively. They both groan loudly as he thrusts up into her with increasing fervency, until he’s the one directing her movements on him. He watches her face, watches the effect he has on her and every moan and flick of pleasure increases his. Her bares his teeth as he starts to feel close, the strokes into her deeper and harder, bucking so that she groans with every stroke, her body shaking. His eyes widen and he calls out her name, sitting up to press his face to her chest as he comes, hands fierce against her as he thrusts hard until he stiffens with a whimper.
He holds her like that, restricting her mobility until his orgasm passes and he’s sated, relaxing his grip on her. Through his postcoital haze he knows she’s not satisfied and it cuts through it sharply. He touches her gently, fingers running over her cheek and mouth before he moves to unbutton her blouse, kissing her shoulders and then her breasts as they are revealed. He tilts her onto her side, whispering.
“Tell me what to do.” She smiles but is desperate to be satisfied, almost wants to accomplish this herself but she places his fingers against her clitoris, softly giving instructions which he follows, swivelling his fingers on her, flicking, rubbing until she arches and ruts. She hadn’t expected anything, never did but when he quickly and powerfully makes her come Eden thinks she got lucky with a watchmaker, a fingersmith but that is washed away as her mind and body is overwhelmed. Gabriel gathers her to him as she becomes sleepy, covering the sheet over them as he sighs her name against her ear.
“It’s Sarah, call me Sarah.”