Saturday morning, eleven in the morning, and dreary outside. Nothing looked particularly great outside, since it was overcast, a slight fog coming along, and high humidity, Noodle didn't think she'd go out today. She had been laying in bed for quite awhile now, awake and looking out the window in her room. She had been awake an hour earlier, but she tossed and turned, hoping to sleep just a little longer. None of that was working out, so she finally settled on studying outside for about half an hour. Frankly, she didn't think a half an hour went by, because it came and went so fast for her. Turning to her clock with a huff, she groaned and rubbed her eyes with a huff, rolling herself gracefully out of bed. The twenty-six-year-old stood up, her hair coming every direction from her head and her clothes messed about from tossing and turning.
She wore pajama shorts—black and dark-green checkered, which covered what it needed to—and a white tank top which read 'I'll tolerate you' on the front of it. She made her way to her bathroom and flipped the switch to turn on her bright bathroom lights on. She studied herself in the mirror, before grabbing her hairbrush and taming her wild hair to what she wanted it to do. With a little help from a small bit of hair gel and hair elastics, she was finished with her hair, and set down her brush. She quickly washed her hands under the sink to get rid of the sticky gel lingering on her fingers, before making her way back to her practically immaculate room, b-lining to her bureau. She shoved open her doors to her bureau and looked at the hanging clothing there. Her hands skimmed through each article she bought and owned, since she never stole her things like the rest of the group did.
Her eyes caught up on a piece and she quickly grabbed it from her wardrobe, closing the doors and reaching in the drawers below the closet-part of the set-up. She grabbed a new set of undergarments, and a pair of high-waisted shorts, and closed that drawer afterwards with a movement of her hips. She trudged over to her bed and lay everything down, before getting to work on completely changing.
Once done, she looked in the mirror of what she chose to wear. A red and sleeveless bodysuit graced her torso, while a light-colored denim pair of high-waisted shorts came up to her waist over part of her bodysuit, the shorts ending down to her upper thigh area. She had taken a pair of black and knitted thigh-high socks and slipped those on too, to cover most of her bare legs.
Perfect. She thought with a grin.
Finally, the clock read eleven-fifteen when she came out from her closed bedroom door. What was the first thing she did? Made her way across the hallway to 2D's room to check on him, since his door was still closed.
What was the thing she regretted doing?
Just that.
"Oi! What's the hol'up on my breakfast?" Murdoc said groggily at the table, head down against the edge of it. The smell of pancakes wafted up his nose and it was teasing him, taunting him to come and get it already.
"Calm yo'self down, Muddy-boy. It's almos' ready now fo' yo' enjoyment." Russel said in a serene voice. He had been making food for all of them, and was planning to go and get Noodle and 2D when it was all set and ready.
His eyes scanned the last bit of pancakes on the stove, flipped them to see they were all done, and placed them on the plate for himself.
As soon as he did that, there was a loud scream.
He and Murdoc both jumped to attention.
It sounded like Noodle.
Noodle!
Both men booked it up the stairs, making it to her bedroom, taking note she wasn't in there. Then, they went a little further down across the hallway to see—
To see a sight he didn't want to. His eyes scanned the floor to see all of 2D's antispasmodics bottles, painkiller bottles, and the like, empty and scattered across the floor, next to an empty Grey Goose bottle. He looked up to see Noodle weeping and struggling, kneeling on his bed and having her arms under his shoulders, trying to pick him up on her own. The shortest member trying to pick up the tallest member—
She hadn't realized the two others in the house had come rushing up. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. Her heart was shattering, her mind was fuzzing out, and her body was acting on its own—
And she was being picked up around her waist. She looked down to see two green arms around her, and she knew what was happening.
Murdoc was taking her away from 2D.
She began to scream and yell at Murdoc, hitting his arms with her small fists. She squirmed and kicked, but he wasn't letting her go. She watched as Russel slung 2D over his shoulder with ease, looking over at the two.
"I'm heading to the hospital. Do not come with me—keep her here." He stated before leaving the bedroom. She screamed and reached her hands out to 2D, yelling his name over and over again, as if he would just wake up then and smile at her with a toothy grin, saying to her that he's alright.
But he never did.
"'Ay, lil' Noods, calm down. It'll be al'ight. 'Ya won't lose 'im. We won't lose 'im." He didn't even wince at her hitting him, or even her kicks against his legs, because he had experienced far worse hits than she was giving. He and Noodle heard the car start and then drive off in a fast-paced pursuit of the hospital.
From screaming and yelling, to now bursting into tears and falling limp in his arms, she covered her face with her shaking hands, sobs and hiccups escaping her chest. He had begun to walk her to her room, watching the sudden change in her behavior. He wasn't good with women. He knew how to make them feel good in bed, but he never handled distressed women like how Noodle was now.
"The stupid faceache, damn 'im for this." He hissed under his breath, getting her to her bed and sitting her down on it. He sat behind her to keep her from jumping up and doing anything stupid, holding her wrists down and trying to think about what to do.
He looked around her room—the scent of clean linens and peaches wafting into his nose, along with the perfectly organized atmosphere—trying to see if he could spot it.
There it was. He found her old guitar, the one she loved and used in Feel Good Inc., and came up with something. He Waited and waited until she was in a more calmed down state-of-mind, before he quickly got up and grabbed the guitar, the right way, and came just as quickly back to her.
The other two people in their home didn't know how to handle any guitar, which always frustrated the bassist and guitarist, afraid they'd drop it and break it.
He kneeled in front of her, lifting up the instrument into her view. She looked down at him, then to her guitar in his hands. Her small hands twitched for a moment, silent tears slowly trickling down her cheeks.
All these things were going by in a blur in her mind. First, she had 2D in her arms, his heart beat faint, almost nothing, and she blinked and he was gone, replaced by her now being carried away. Then, she was on her bed, unable to break away to chase after him, and now this.
She slowly reached down and grabbed the neck of the guitar, near the base of it, and held it underneath the body of it with her other hand.
"'Ang on a sec', a'ight?" He said with a ruffle of her hair, before rushing out to the hallway. She heard the thumping downstairs and the door to their recording studio open. She brushed her fingers down the strings, starting from one end to the other, the thin strings feeling smooth against her calloused fingers. Her eyes looked at the old, but polished, wood of the body, she studied all the little dents and almost invisible scratches on it, and every single one had a memory attached to it.
She smiled, a few tear drops dripping against the hardwood.
She heard the door downstairs close and then a pause, before she heard his heavy footsteps come up the stairs and into her room again. She felt the spot next to her on her bed sink in with his weight being put on it. She looked up at him and found he had his favorite bass with him. He nodded at her guitar strap and she reacted by slinging it over her. She quietly tuned her guitar to the perfect pitch, hearing his bass strum at it's lowest tones. They shared a glance, before he started strumming the bass to Wings, one of her favorite songs outside of their band.
Her fingers danced along her cords, nodding her head slowly with the beat, every once in awhile letting herself sing a phrase of the song.
"... And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours. Whoa…"
Her foot began tapping a tempo, the beat following in suit with what was being played.
Murdoc glanced over at her, noticing how music was grounding her and keeping her mind away from the uncertainty of what could happen to 2D. Whether or not he'd be back tonight, tomorrow, next week, or—
Never.
He shook his head at that thought and ridded himself of it, believing the faceache would be back. He may be slow, but he is stubborn and does what he wants. What he needs to do. He closed his eyes slowly, letting himself get lost into her singing and their music, even finding himself humming as well.
"... Will I stand for change, or stay in my box. These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine... off." She continued softly, and they went along until the song was over. There was a long moment, where she looked up at him and he saw her. He still saw that ten-year-old, but he also saw the twenty-six year-old woman in front of him. He was proud of her. He was proud like a proud uncle, because Russ was like the father she needed. He was the uncle she needed from him.
A family.
Her uncertainty wavered in her glazed-eyes, looking like she was going to cry, but never did. She then looked down at her guitar and started up another song.
They went like this for hours.
It was eleven at night, and Russ had finally pulled in with the now awake 2D in the back seat. He had scolded him and told him how distressed Noodle was when she found him like that. 2D had felt ashamed for what he did, but explained how he got drunk and didn't remember taking anything after that.
In fact, he never remembered anything after drinking two cups full of the alcohol.
Nevertheless, they came back home in silence, sitting in the car for a long while.
"I's wan'ta apologize 'ta Noods. I just don' know how'ta face 'er." 2D said quietly, looking down at his lap. He had a wrap around his elbow where they put an IV in him. He had also had a bandage on his stomach from pumping out the drugs from him, and a bandage on his cheek from when Russ smacked him one from waking up.
"Well, face her. Tell her 'ta whole story an' help her stop her worryin'." He stated simply.
2D sighed and got out of the car, following Russ into the locked house. Upon entering, the immediate sound of two guitars playing stopped them in their tracks. Russ shushed 2D and quietly walked down the hallway until the reached the partially shut door to the studio. Opening it, they were quiet as they watched behind the one-sided pane of glass separating the two sets of people. 2D covered his mouth at the sight beheld before him.
The two of them were sitting on high stools. Across from one another, with Noodle's feet propped up on Murdoc's knees. They both didn't look at one another, except for a glance up once in awhile to each other, but never meeting gazes. Noodle was singing and strumming her old guitar, while Murdoc beheld his favorite bass and used it to its fullest.
Noodle would sometimes hit the body of the guitar lightly, giving a beat for her to sing a song not-so-familiar to the other two.
Murdoc obviously didn't know it either, because in his lap was a sheet of music—more like a packet of music—in his lap to go off of.
"I's never realized how important she is 'ta ev'ryone, including him." 2D stated simply, almost a murmur to not interrupt the session. Russ only nodded his head, a satisfied grin plastered to his face. At least he does have someone he cares for.
One person.
There was a stop in the song, making the two go rigid in place, almost expecting to have been noticed by their voices.
Then she began to sing wholeheartedly.
"Tell them all I know now, shout it from the roof tops, write it on the sky line! All we had is gone now, tell them I was happy, and my heart is broken! Oh... what I hoped would be impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible…"
Chills ran down 2D's spine, watching as the two finished with a huff and a final strum of the strings on their instruments. They both looked up at one another—the eldest and the youngest member meeting rare looks to one another—before she broke out into a smile. He shook his head and grinned at his lap, placing the papers on the stand between them, back to the organized order they were in. She jumped off the stool and walked to the corner of the room, setting the instrument on its stand, offering to get his too. He agreed without hesitation, making Russ suck in a breath.
Nobody touched his items.
Nobody.
She held it by the base of the neck, finding the holster it went in. She tucked it in snugly, making sure it was secure where it was. She turned to him, giving him a pat on his shoulder. He nodded at her, before speaking slowly, in a hoarse voice, just like he'd been singing as well as her.
"Who's ready fer' dinnah?"
She smiled softly. "Hai, I am. I'll make dinner though, 'cause you'll burn it."
He gave an offended face, making her laugh at him. She then began to walk out the door leading to the soundboard room, the connector to the hallway and the recording room, when—
She froze up when she saw 2D and Russ standing there, looking at her. She felt her bottom lip tremble and her body back up into the corner of the doorway. She gave out a breath when she knocked into it, almost hitting Murdoc in the process. Murdoc noticed the two, his look slowly becoming an angered one.
"You…" He pointed at 2D. "... You!" He said again, walking closer to 2D, until his finger was touching his chest. "Do you even know what you did?! Goddamned faceache!" He pushed his way past the two and out into the hallway. She covered her face and fell to her knees, sobs escaping her uncontrollably. Russ looked between the two, noticing the sudden change in atmosphere, and huffed as he marched his way after Murdoc, making sure he didn't do anything stupid in the process of his sudden anger.
2D was in a panic. He never saw her upset. She never would become this way. She was a strong, independent, and intelligent woman, and here she was—a pooling mess on the floor due to seeing him. He let his body react and rush over to her. He fell to his knees and grabbed her wrists, which stopped her hands from pulling at her hair. He pulled her arms around him and let her claw at his shirt on his back, before engulfing her in his embrace.
At first, she tried to push away from him, wanting to be mad at how stupid he was for doing such a thing to her. But—
Leather, tobacco, and oakwood flourished her senses, flooding her with her favorite scent—him. He also had the smell of hospital on his clothes, but it didn't drown out his natural scent. She melted into him, her hands pulling at his shirt, sobs wracking her body into tremors. His hands—one holding the back of her head to his chest, the other gripping her upper arm while his arm was wrapped around her torso tightly—did their best to keep her together, as if she was broken glass he needed to fix together.
"Why?! Why, why, why?!" She yelled into him, tears slowly dampening his shirt. He felt it, but he didn't pay mind to it. It was his fault for making her like this, it was his job now to fix it.
"I'm so sorry. Please, I's don'know what came into me… I's was drunk 'n' couldn't 'member nuthin'. I didn't mean fer' anythin' of this 'ta happen…" He quietly explained, stumbling over his words while he spoke. She was folded against him even more, if that was possible, since he didn't want her to leave him upset like this.
He needed to right his wrong.
It was minutes staying in that position, before there was signs of her relaxing. He silently sighed his relief, especially when she wasn't crying into him any longer.
But then—
He felt her hands on either side of his face. She turned him down to look at her slanted and green eyes, her cheeks flushed from the crying moments ago. Her breathing was still a little ragged, but nothing compared to before. She looked into his void-like eyes, finding a weird comfort in looking at them. She leaned up slowly and kissed the tip of his nose like she always did from an early age.
But this time, she was older, and it was different.
His eyes widened, never taking them away from her face.
"Noods…?" He questioned quietly, watching as she opened her eyes again.
She licked her chapped lips slowly, his eyes darting to look at the movement, before looking back up at her eyes. "You need to stop scaring me like this, Stu." She said in a hushed voice, shaking her head as she mentally counted all of the times he had done something stupid. Nothing as bad as this, but still worried her the same way each time. "I don't get it… Why do I become upset when…" She looked down at her lap, sucking in a breath. "No—"
Now it was her turn to have her face be tilted upwards. His eyes gave her the questioning and confused look she always loved.
When did she begin to like it?
"I should be looking up to you as an older brother, as a bandmate—" Her hands slid to his chest, pressing there slightly. "—but all I see—" She leaned up to his ear to whisper in a shaky voice, "—is someone I want all to myself, from head to toe, and everything in between. To protect and stop from doing any stupid shit again. But you are your own person, so I shouldn't allow myself to do this."
She had just realized what she said, and gently pushed off of him, getting herself a little bit of distance from him. "I'm sorry…" She said softly, before walking out of the door and up the stairs.
2D had gotten up when she had. One hand was against his own chest, the other against the tip of his nose while she left. Those words rushed in his mind, making his slow brain work into overdrive as he was trying to figure out what to do.
He shuddered when she left, remembering the feel of her lips against his ear. The way her soft and delicate hands held his face and brushed against his chest. She was a grown woman now, and she could clearly make choices of her own accord. So she must have said that and meant it with clear intentions.
She must have!
But when did he start to notice all the little things? When did he start to think more about her whenever she wasn't around him? He could have sworn it was only yesterday she was still in that FedEx crate, and that she still knew no English whatsoever.
But—
"No—" He hissed under his breath, following in suit after her. He took two stairs at a time, wincing slightly because his stomach began to ache where the bandage lay. He arrived on the third floor, where her room was, in an instant and saw her outside of her door. He knew it was his chance. He walked to her relatively quickly and grabbed her wrist, trapping her against her door with her back against him. He dipped his head low, nuzzling her head. "Why must'ya apologize?" He questioned softly, small patterns traced up her arm while he still held her wrist. She jolted against him, trying to look behind her at him, to no avail.
He didn't register what his body was doing, his brain was screaming at him to let go, his heart told him not to, so he made a compromise.
Wait for what she wanted.
She didn't push away from him. In fact, she leaned back into him, tipping her head back to look up at the tall singer, his gaze soft and questioning, and something she never saw in him before. She shivered at that look and swallowed hard, followed by a gasp of breath. Her lips parted slightly, trying to make out what to do.
The other two were in the house, for goodness sake!
"I- You might not want—"
"How do'ya know what I want, 'ya in me head?" He said with a kiss to her forehead for emphasis.
She shook her head, closing her eyes tightly in thought. "You might not think the same thing. Hell, I don't even understand my own feelings! But, you just give me emotions I didn't think I was capable of feeling!"
He looked stunned at that, pulling back for a moment to look down at her closed eyes, before opening her door for her and letting the both of them in, closing and locking the door completely then after. He let her go and do what she wanted, and was surprised by what she did do.
Indeed, she did seem confused.
In the next moment, multiple different things occurred. He was being dragged by his wrists to her chair next to her desk. She pulled it out and sat him in it. Her legs were then surrounding either side of his lap and straddling herself overtop of him. Her hands gripped the back of the chair, either side of his head brushing against her inner arm, the scent of peaches and something clean surrounding him completely. He looked surprised up at her, her eyes slightly glazed over as she stared down at him with a sort of heated passion.
His hands moved to her chair, gripping that tightly so he wasn't holding her. Not yet. Not yet! "I's surprised 'ya so…" He looked at his lap, then scanning over her body. "... Knowledgeable."
She looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's not like I'm still a virgin or anything of that manner." She stated softly, making something flick inside of him.
Jealousy.
Of course, he shouldn't be jealous because of the things he has done, of all people, but he couldn't help it when it came to her.
"'Ya had someone else on'ya?" He asked softly, making her look down at him a little more cautiously. She felt as his hands suddenly come up to her waist, tightening to a near-death grip on her, pulling her closer to him. Flush against him, she felt everything that was pressed up against her, and it made her have to hold back a whimper of satisfaction.
"Stu…?" She asked softly, but was cut off by his stare at her.
His fingers gripped her rear and lifted her up, standing from their position on the chair. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she was carried to her bed. He toed off his boots before crawling onto her bed, laying her down beneath him, trapping her in place under him. His lips found their way to her neck, licking and nipping, until he found a spot he was satisfied with. With that spot, he began to suck hard, leaving a deep purple lovebite—one of many to come. She choked out a gasp and let her head tip back for him. Her thighs trembled in anticipation, and he felt this when she loosened her grip around his mid-section.
His hands trailed down until the reach her inner thighs, tracing random patterns on the spot between her shorts and thigh-highs. He thrusted his hips up slightly, making her give a wavering moan that he thought made his heart pick up its pace. His stomach gave a slight twinge of pain at the movement, and he certainly felt it, but it was nothing compared to the excitement he was feeling having her body touch all over him.
Now he was as confused as she was! Earlier, they were just bandmates, and now here he was, overtop of her and having her urge him on with wordless commands. She shifted her hips, pushing back up against his hips to meet him halfway.
"Don't—" He warned with a growl, licking the spot he just left, earning a noise he could barely make out from her.
She didn't stop.
"No!" She whimpered, pulling at his shirt and tossing it away, having it land on the back of her chair. She sat up slightly, just enough to have her lips reach his skin. She needed to taste him. She had to taste him! Her tongue darted out and licked his collarbone, before nipping at that portion. He fisted his hands in her sheets, giving out a groan of pleasure. She let that fuel her, sucking on his skin until she got to leave her mark on his pale skin. Her nails slowly, and lightly, scraped up his arms—starting from his wrists, to the back of his forearms, then upper arms, reaching his shoulder blades, before digging sharply into them while she bit down on his collarbone. His hips thrusted against hers again, a little louder groan escaping him.
He was losing himself to her lips and nails. He didn't want to.
Not yet.
He needed to savor her before he ravished her completely.
His hands reached under her shorts and unclipped the clasp at the bottom of the bodysuit, having already assumed she was wearing one, and flung it off of her, before finding their way to the back of her bra. With two fingers, it was unclipped and tossed away as well, before he then pulled away and pushed her down, pinning her down to be able to see her half-naked form.
She flushed a scarlet-red color, her cheeks lighting up and making her feel hot and uncomfortable. She wanted him to get rid of the heat pooling between her thighs. She wanted him to stop scanning her and just touch her body, relieve her blistering white-hot body. She was about to plead with him, but he was already licking her right breast like a kitten would groom itself. She let out a choked moan, arching her body where his hand slid—when his hand was against her stomach, she arched her back, and when he slid his hand beneath her skin-tight shorts, she arched her hips up to his hand. He grinned at that, noticing it without hesitation. His hand slipped under her panties and cupped her, making her tremble harder in premonition.
He let her body get used to the feeling of his almost freakishly-long hand against her, before he began his passionate assault on her body. He slipped one finger inside of her at first, making her bite her bottom lip to suppress any sort of noises. He growled at that, looking down at her with a sort of primal, glazed-over look in his features, before slipping a second finger inside of her and immediately finding her sweet spot inside of her. She choked out a half-moan-half-cry, her eyes shutting tightly as she jolted at the quick intrusion and sudden sensation. He grinned at that and let his lips part slightly to pant slightly.
She was on fire—her body felt up in flames as he begun his ministrations inside of her. His fingers were wicked, and they felt rough inside of her due to being so calloused. She loved the feeling of him though, and she thoroughly loved how he looked when she opened her eyes. He looked different than his usual confused and adorable stare. He had a look of need, passion, and most of all, dominance in him.
And when she moaned out his name in the same sentence as God's name, his psyche raised impeccably. Her body suddenly began to tighten up sharply, before she unraveled completely in front of him. Her hair pushed up as she pressed her head sideways into her pillow, her hands clawing at the pillowcase. Her back lifted violently off the bed, a harsh shudder coursing through her entirety. Her toes curled and her legs wrapped around his hips tightly, keeping him close to her as she almost cried out for everybody to hear.
Almost.
She had to keep quiet as she could possibly be, knowing better than to just be loud. But her mouth opened wide as if she were going to cry out her pleasure.
2D almost drooled at the sight of her, his fingers continuously rubbing circles against her inner walls, drawing out as much of her climax as he could get from her body. He noticed she then began to squirm and jolt, and he could tell her peak had brought her body to become incredibly sensitive.
Already!
Her body jerked about and was unable to control it. His fingers couldn't seem to stop moving inside of her sensitive body, which made her mess about the sheets below her, and make her hair become slightly knotted from the rough movements. She finally felt his fingers withdraw from her body and get to quick work on removing everything else on her. Now completely bare before him, she looked up at his glazed-over look to see what his thoughts registered on his facial features. She already knew he almost never decided to take someone as thin as she was to bed. It was always someone that was a hot piece of ass, and one his hands could never fit fully around anything—whether it be thighs, ass, hips, or what-have-it—but she was the opposite. She had just enough to be able to look like a woman, but she still had a more tomboy physique to her. The silhouette of her was an ideal shape for an Asian woman, but not for the rest of the world.
But he was looking at her like she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever lay eyes on. She saw how his breathing picked up and his muscles twitched, obviously wanting to reach out and grab at her.
No matter what, though, she felt like she would never compare to what most people would want to walk around with. On the contrary, she was fiercely loyal, unbelievably passionate, and incredibly affectionate when it came to being with someone—which was the polar opposite for the women he had slept with. She saw how they treated him, and she would have loved to beat them up so bad for what they had been doing to him. She felt herself become in such emotional pain, while he experienced the physical pain of those situations. She hated it so much.
But her train of thoughts were cut off by a hand lifting her face up to meet his eyes.
"'Ya over thinkin' sumthin', lil' love?" He asked softly, nuzzling her nose with his gently.
She let out a soft breath. "A lot of things. ごめんなさい (Gomen'nasai)." She murmured softly, closing her eyes as she let the feeling of him overtake her worries.
"Well, talk about it 'ta me aft'r I's done my job, hm?" He hummed softly, nipping at her chin. She nodded her head, opening her eyes to watch him as his hands fumbled with his jeans, pulling them off, along with his boxer briefs. Now nude before her, she felt her own mouth water this time.
Before he could even attempt to do something further, he was suddenly pushed until he was laying on his back. He gave a surprised look, watching as she hovered over him. Her head was above his member, her hands fisting into the sheets as she looked from his eyes, then down to his engorged length. She shuddered at the sight of him and slipped her tongue out from her mouth, dragging it across the head of his cock. He hissed in pleasure and bucked upwards, his eyes shutting tightly while he bit his bottom lip in response. He couldn't even remember any women willingly wanting to give him attention, and here the Axe Princess was, beginning to give him the attention he never got in a very long time.
She licked the head multiple times, before licking the entire shaft in long, sweeping strokes. Finally, she licked from the very base, all the way to the tip, before parting her lips and inviting him inside of her mouth.
Her mouth felt very warm and very wet. He used one hand to cover his mouth, the other coming up and taking as much of her short hair as he could get into one hand, helping to hold it out of her way. His black eyes forced themselves open because he wanted to watch everything she was doing to him.
She started off slow, just sucking on him and bobbing at a steady pace, before she took him out for a moment to swallow, just to have him slip past her lips again. Only this time, she went at a pace that drove him completely mad! At the rate she was continuously going, he was going to finish before he got the chance to take her fully.
He couldn't—
"No—!" He hissed, forcing her off of him.
She whimpered as she was taken off of him. She was pulled off by her hair though, so she couldn't dive back into what she was doing.
But by the time that thought came through her mind, she was already on her hands and knees, ass being pulled up in the air as far as her back would allow her to. It was her turn for her eyes to widen in shock, feeling him suddenly thrust up against her. In that one move, he was now buried deep inside of her, the head of his cock brushing up against a place nobody else had reached before—her cervix. She had to bite her pillow to keep quiet, but a moan came through for him to hear. He, too, had to bite back anything past a soft groan, his fingers digging into her hips for emphasis though.
She felt him teasingly grind up against her in the slightest way, but not moving much at all. She could have sworn a growl might have rippled from her chest. "Play later!" She quietly ground out, but not in anger. In a sexual frustration was more like it.
He chuckled lowly, pulling all the way out to the tip, before ramming home and hitting her in just the right spot. Her body melted into that one thrust, her hands clawing, and almost tearing, at her pillowcase.
He grinned at the sight, doing that same movement again. And again. And again. Until they were both on the breaking point, he did that same slow and rough thrust. Then, and only then, did he begin to pick up the pace when she least expected it. Her body bounced against him, biting down on the pillow even harder as she withheld most noises threatening to escape her.
Her body was still so sensitive, that when she felt his right hand let go of her right hip and slide down to her lower stomach, she almost wept in pleasure. It was so tight and sensitive that when his hand touched there, it was almost painful to be touched. Her body was trembling as she met back with his thrusts subtly, creating more of an impact for the two of them to savor in.
Once more, that familiar feeling of her core tightening up in preparation for her second orgasm, which made her begin to beg him softly to let her finish again. He wouldn't be one to deny her, so he let his hand reach down further until his index and middle finger hovered over her bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed circles around it, his hand trembling slightly as he did so.
That was her undoing—that little push to help her get to her climax. She buried her face deeper into her pillow as she came to her second orgasm, covering the loud moan which nearly escaped past her lips. He rode out her orgasm a little longer, before pulling out just long enough to flip her over on her back. She sucked in a hard breath, looking up at him with a flushed and lust-filled gaze. He let his fingers trail up her still-covered legs, the thigh-highs soft against his fingers.
"Wear these more of'en fer' me, please?" He asked softly, a slight purr coming from his words as he slid back inside of her slowly. Her shaky, breathy moan escaped her lips, her eyes closing with her eyes rolling back into her head. She nodded her head at him, arching her hips up to grind against him. She heard him hiss out a groan and grind back into her. Her body couldn't keep up with what he was giving to her, the pleasure being so great that she felt weak to the core. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, seeing how his eyes never stopped studying every feature on her face. Their breaths mingled together as their faces were extremely close to one another.
And it hit her.
They didn't even kiss once this whole time.
The singer knew how to kiss, and well at that, but he never kissed a woman while having sex because he didn't kiss just anybody. It was something he didn't do left and right, because a kiss was something even more special than sex to him, and so he especially did not with a one-night stand. But with her—
Heavy breaths mingled together as he felt his lower abdomen begin to coil up tightly—because he could feel more pain in his stomach and because his climax was fast-approaching—meaning he couldn't hold out much longer either way.
She let out a shuddering breath, her mind aching to get a taste of what he tasted like. He finally, finally, connected their lips together, a fierce and passionate kiss lingering between them as he started up at a rapid pace. Both of them didn't get any further away from one another than a kiss away, mere centimeters from one another. They stayed together as tight as they could be, her arms draped down his back while her nails dug into his back. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, her heels resting against the small of his back. His arms rested on either side of her face, leaning down on his forearms so they were chest-to-chest.
The bed wasn't squeaking at all, unlike 2D's bed frame, making him thank everything that nobody could hear what was going on between the two. Her bed was so perfect for the two of them to do this on. It was just right!
It was like an instant later—like being hit with a brick wall—when he found his orgasm, hers following in suit. They both swallowed up each other's voices, keeping them practically silent as they rode out their finishes to the last bit once more.
Staying upright in that position for a long moment, they just held onto one another, panting heavily and both having tremors course throughout their bodies. He found he quite liked being this way, able to keep her from going anywhere and being able to hold somebody. He always would just get right back up off of the woman he took and keep distance from her until she left. He never wanted to hold a woman like he was with Noodle. She was completely different to him, and he would do everything with her because she was so special, and not a one-time-thing. Soon, 2D found his strength to unsheath himself from inside of her warmth and lay himself down next to her. He turned her on her side, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around one of his own, like a koala clinging to a tree branch.
She buried into his chest, gasping breaths inside of her lungs like she couldn't get enough. He made her finish more times than she was used to, and it was an incredible sensation!
"'Ey, lil' love, 'ya need'ta go 'ta sleep now, yeah?" He shushed to her, running his fingers through her hair slowly and comfortingly. She sighed heavily, a mix of emotions running through her.
"You won't be here when I wake up, これ わ あって いますか (kore wa atte imasuka)?" She said softly, her eyes looking away from his face to keep herself together.
"Yeh', but this won't be forever. I's don't wan'ta get in trouble fer' this. Russ'll kill me if he found out, 'ya know." He turned her face up to look at him, giving a serious look to her. "Rememb'ah, this ain't a one-time-deal. Awight? I's won't make it like that. I don't want sumthin' like that with this."
"でも... (Demo…)" She began, unable to look away from his void-like eyes. "... I want to fall asleep with you next to me. I want to have someone to wake up to. わかります か？(Wakarimasu ka?)"
He cocked an eyebrow upwards, tracing circles along her spine in the process. "English, pwincess." He said a little softer to her, kissing her nose. "But yes, I's would love that very much too, but it'd be too suspicious fer th' ot'er two. They'd split us further 'part, 'n' I can't just stay away from 'ya now." He nuzzled her nose with his, closing his eyes slowly in the process.
She closed hers too, letting out a shaky breath while he did so.
But before she knew it, closing her eyes led her down the path to falling asleep rather quickly. He looked down at her sleeping form five minutes later, kissing her temple and deciding to stay a little longer.
He was ready for what was thrown his way about her and him being together.