Disclaimer: I don't own any songs used in this, nor do I own Instant Star. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Mouth
I feel like I've
been blown apart I collapsed on the bed, breathing
heavily as the world around me spun. Looking at the man
next to me, I grinned blissfully. I never really
remembered just how good it was until right after. Stretching
my naked body out, I rolled over, flinging myself on top of him,
burying my face in his chest. There are pieces here
I don't know where they go "God that was
amazing," I said, moaning as he ran his hands over my back,
massaging my limp muscles. "The name isn't God, but
you can call me that if you want," Tommy said, choking back
laughter. Lifting my heavy head up off of his bare
chest, I stared at him, wide eyes blinking as I processed what he
said. "Shut it, Quincy," I finally responded, still
a little dazed. As I rolled off of him, taking the
covers with me, I couldn't help but grin a bit as I heard him groan
when the cold air hit his naked body. Grabbing at my
body, Tommy tried to lift me back on top of him. "Uh-uh,"
I taunted, squirming out of his grip, laughing uncontrollably as he
began to tickle me. "Not fair, at all Tommy!" I
shouted between giggles, rolling on the bed trying unsuccessfully to
escape. Kiss me on my salty lips
I bet you
feel a little crazy, but for me Finding myself
pinned beneath his weight, I stopped moving, hypnotized by his eyes.
As he moved closer, I unconsciously licked my lips,
tasting the salty sheen caused by the afternoon's activities.
Closing my eyes, I waited for him to touch his lips to
mine, but after a few seconds, I felt nothing but a slight shaking on
top of my body. Opening my eyes, I saw Tommy, his face
inches from mine, trying his best to keep a straight face as his body
was racked with silent laughter. Smacking his shoulder,
I pushed him off of me, pulling the sheets around me tighter as I got
up to make my way to the closet. As I entered the
walk-in, trying to find a pair of yoga pants and a pullover, I heard
his muffled voice ring out behind me. "Why are you
getting up?" he moaned, burying his face in the pillow, "I was
just getting comfortable." "It's your own fault
Tom—I was all set to get quite comfortable again, you just had to
try to be funny," I shouted, yanking the blue fleece over my head
before grabbing him a pair of shorts and a black sweatshirt from his
side of the closet. "So you admit it was funny?" he
asked grinning at me as I emerged, his eyebrow raised. "Listen
closer," I retorted, repeating my words, "I said you had to TRY
to be funny. Big difference." Throwing his clothes at
him, I hopped back into the bed, wrapping the covers around me until
I was buried inside of them. "Mmmm," I moaned, "Now
what are we going to do?" "You're going to
record—it's only 1 in the afternoon," Tommy said, ripping the
covers off of me, "Let's get a new song or three, or else Darius
is going to make you start recording at the actual studios again—he
thinks we take too many breaks." "You know, I think
he may be onto something," I began, yelping as Tommy smacked my
butt, "And give me a break, I'm sore." Laughing,
he walked from the room, calling out over his shoulder as he moved
down the stairs, "Be down here in five minutes or else!" "Or
else what?" I responded, staring lazily up at the ceiling, trying
to work up the motivation to get out of bed. I waited,
listening as he paused on the stairs, until his voice rang out again,
"Or else I won't be taking care of you as well as I just did
anytime soon." At that, I leapt out of bed, sprinting
past him down the stairs toward the studio he had in his basement.
I jump on you, you jump on me Six
hours later, I wanted to kill him. "What the hell is
your problem?" I yelled, not caring as my voice rang out through
his headphones, causing him to wince, "I've sung the damn song
fifty times. It's fine!" "I'm your producer,
and I say when it's fine," He said evenly, staring at me through
the glass, "Now sing it again." "No." I said
petulantly, refusing to go near the microphone. "Jude,"
he began, his tone filled with warning, "Get your ass over to that
mic, and record the goddamn song." "Now!" he
barked, finally losing his temper as I stood there, unmoving, arms
crossed over my chest. "Don't yell at me," I
said, storming out of the booth, throwing my pen and notebook at him,
barely missing his head. "What the fuck Jude?" he
said, his voice filled with anger and confusion, "What's going
on—why are you so goddamn upset?" "I just think
the song is fine the way it is, and I don't want to record it
again!" "As long as I'm your producer, you'll
do what I say," He said, his voice deadly serious, "Now stop
being such a diva, and do it again." You push me
out and even though
you know I love you
I'd be inclined to
slap you in the mouth I was just so sick of singing
that I didn't want to anymore. All I wanted to do was go back
upstairs and get into bed with him—and he wanted to work! The
song I was singing practically screamed sex, and all he had to say
was 'Do it again'? Something was seriously wrong
with that picture. But I had to admit, he's adorable
when he's mad—he's so sincere about it—so passionate. God,
I hate him—he makes me all girly when he's being a complete
jackass. "Get in the booth Jude," He said,
beginning to sound more frustrated than angry, "This is the last
time I'm warning you, or else we're going to start working at the
studios again—we never get any work done at home." When
I kiss your salty lips
You will feel a little crazy, but for me
Closing the space between us, I slowly walked over to
him until I was standing right in front of his chair. "No,"
I said evenly, lowering my face to his level, "The song is fine. I
won't sing anymore tonight. And if you don't like that, you can
quit." Suddenly, I felt his lips against mine, his
hands pulling me down until I was straddling his lap. Unable
to think, I quickly succumbed to his kisses, opening my mouth to
grant him access as he slid his tongue against my lower lip. Now,
will it be my fault if I
Take your love and throw it wide?
You
might restrain me, but could you really
blame me? God
I hated him, I thought again as I moved against him, moaning as his
hands brushed against the bare skin under my shirt. He
knew exactly how to undo me—how to make me give in. It
just wasn't fair at all, that he could have so much power over me,
just through one little touch. And you will feel
you're blown apart
All the pieces there will fit to make you
whole
And I know where they go I decided to
take charge, pushing him down in the chair, beginning to play with
the waistband of his shorts. If he wanted to do this,
that was fine, but I was going to call the shots—he wasn't going
to win this one. Pausing, I reached down, yanking the
sweatshirt over his head, running my nails over his chest after I
dropped the top on the ground next to the chair. Hearing
him moan, I continued, letting my fingertips trail gently down, as my
mouth followed, pausing to gently tug on his earlobe, biting softly
between my teeth, and flicking it with my tounge, eliciting a gasp
from his parted lips.
Would it be my fault if I could turn you
on? Slowly, I eased myself off of his lap, pulling
him toward me by the waistband of his shorts. I guided him across the
room, until we both fell onto the couch, feeling his hands on my
back, trying to bring me closer. Inching away, I sat up
slowly, never looking away from his gaze as I removed my top,
slapping his fingers away as he tried to touch my breasts.
"Uh-uh," I breathed, "I'm running the show, we
play by my rules—no touching." Bending down for a
kiss, I broke it before he had a chance to deepen in, standing up,
dipping my fingers into the waist of my pants. Watching
the anticipation on his face grow, I slowly lowered them, swiveling
my hips teasingly as I went, biting back a grin as the groans escaped
his lips. "God, you're evil," He moaned, biting
his lip, "Stop being such a tease." "My name's
not God," I said, mocking him, trailing off as I finally let the
soft cotton pool at my feet. Would I be so bad if I
could turn you on? I reached toward his waist,
fingers dancing along his stomach, teasing, making him wait.
Finally, I reached down, slowly pulling down the shorts
he had on, tossing them across the room to fall on top the
soundboard. Crawling back onto the couch, I made sure
to rub my body against his, feeling him grow harder with each
movement I made. "Like that?" I asked coyly,
halting my motions to see what he'd do. "Don't
stop," he gasped, his hands trailing down my back, grabbing my ass,
pulling me closer. Raising myself off of him, I trailed
kisses down his chest, running my toungue in circles around his
nipple, my hand toying with the other, enjoying the reaction I got,
feeling him shake beneath me. When I kiss your mouth
I want to taste it
Turn you upside down "Stop
being such a tease, Jude," he said, his voice straining, "It's
not very nice."
"You weren't very nice earlier Tom," I
said, an evil grin spreading across my face as my fingers trailed
along his inner thighs, then quickly down him, before I moved away,
"Why should I be nice to you now?" "I'm sorry,"
he said, capturing my lips and kissing me roughly, drawing me back to
him. With that he took control, flipping over so that
he was on top. I willingly gave it, as he pushed into
me, my back arching in pleasure, moaning as his hands found my
breasts, fingers deftly teasing my nipples. "Oh," I
moaned, "That feels good—keep going." We moved
together, again and again, the friction between our two bodies
growing until I couldn't take it any longer. Crying
out, I fell over the edge, hearing Tom moan as he followed.
Sighing, I lay there, holding him to me, whimpering as
he pulled away. Grabbing a blanket from the foot of the
couch, he pulled it over us, wrapping his arms around me, the two of
us slowly drifting off to sleep in the now quiet room. Don't
want to waste it