Stepping into the room and letting his gaze dance around the walls like frightened gnats, looking for a place to settle. He lets it pause briefly on the three prints that are above the queen sized bed and lets himself become slightly absorbed by the shapes and colours. Something about them seems just a little tacky, even though they're quite lovely to look at. A lake with long legged water birds, some standing and some flying away, against a scarlet sunset and black mountains. Almost matching the blood red wallpaper and becoming one with it. He smiles at the sickly sweet smell of sex and rose water perfume and moves deeper into the room. Closing his eyes and sucking a long deep breath, when two soft hands slide up his arms and gently eases off his jacket. Opening his eyes again when he feels movement pass him. He lets his eyes flow down the sweeping curve at the small of her back and down over her rump. Following the line down to her strong calves and shapely ankles.
She smiles and with a sweep of her hand gestures for him to make his way over to the bed. So he follows her, moving in behind so that when she takes a seat, she's looking up into his face. A rush of power moves through him with her in this submissive position. So close to his crotch it sends chills up his body. Yet so far with what feels like a million yards of material between them. With his need straining against the fabric of his crotch like a heard of angry rhinoceroses. He places a hand down on her shoulder and lets his fingers slip up into her jet black hair. Then gripping it firmly he pulls back her head, until her swan like neck is stretched so tight that he can see the deep pulse of her jugular. Licking his lips he's about to lean forwards when he hears a huge bang from outside the room. Furrowing his brow at it and wondering why the whole room seems to shiver as if afraid of it. Until a soft moan from her snaps his attention back and he looks deeply into her glistening eyes.
The faint sheen of sweat that has built up on her top lip and the moan of her anticipation as to what he'll do next. Sets off a raging fire in his chest and he wants to see more of her body. So he leans down and presses his lips to hers; Breathing the command into her mouth breathlessly and darting his tongue between her lips for the smallest of tastes. Standing tall again and gazing down like a king, he watches her slide off her little top. Revealing two pert breasts, cupped neatly in a small pink bra and so much closer to seeing far more of her skin than he ever has before. Another bang from outside the room snaps his head up and once again he furrows his brow at it. The whole room blurs and wobbles like waves on water, but a slight tap on his leg from her snatches his attention back and he can see that she needs him to move so that she can remove her cropped pants.
Taking a small step back he fights the urge to dive onto her, instead watching her hands move to her belt and undo it. She suddenly takes her hands away and looks up at him with her sparkling eyes. Reclining back on her elbows and nodding down to the belt then up again, biting her bottom lip. Moving his hand forward and taking one end of the belt, he pulls on it and slowly slides it from around her waist. Increasing in speed until the last few inches are snatched away and the belt is dropped down to the floor. Kneeling before her he unfastens her button and slides down the zip. Slipping his fingers into the top of her pants at her hips and easing them down, revealing her stomach. Just as he gets to the soft bump of her pubic line, he hears another bang, this one much louder. Lifting his head he looks at the door, wondering what on Earth that could be. She whispers at him to keep going, but her voice sounds far away. The whole room is shimmering and the colours seem to be fading away, then one more bang seems to pop everything like a bubble and he sits up.
"Wha-?" Rapidly looking around his bedroom, 2D breathes heavily and isn't quite sure where he is. He moves to climb from the bed when he feels a slight ache in his crotch. So snapping his eyes down to it, he sees the lump under the blankets and lifts them, then blushes and recalls his dream with a groan of embarrassment. Another huge bang from the car park startles him and he nearly leaps sideways away from it. Only stopped by the fear of falling from his bed. Grabbing a blanket and pulling it with him, he steps down onto the floor, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. Determined to find out what that was and whether it's important.
Opening the door he pokes his head from the room and sees a large skip near the corridor door, with a few things scattered around it. Confused by this he wanders out and over to it, ducking when a flash of movement flies towards it and clatters onto the floor nearby. The soft gravelly muttering coming from the bassist's wagon draws Stuart's attention and he makes his way over to the side door. Standing far enough back not to be struck by flying objects and peeking in through the slightly parted curtain, in the hope of working out why Murdoc appears to be gutting his "Love Shack". He sees the bassist is sitting on the bench seat sorting through a pile of magazines, shaking his head. So he moves to the doorway and looks inside, pulling the blanket even tighter around himself.
"What are you doing?" he asks him. Murdoc doesn't even bother to lift his head, he's far too absorbed in what he's doing.
"I've started my own military state and I'm choosing who can be my second in command. So far it's a toss up between me and myself. Personally I like me, but myself is ahead by two votes and it looks as though he's got the job," Murdoc mutters and tosses a few of the magazines that he'd pulled out onto a pile on the floor at his feet. Completely confused by his answer Stuart wrinkles his nose and is about to ask him to clarify it. "Out of the way dullard, you're blocking the passage." Stepping back just as Murdoc picks up the whole pile and throws them, the singer bounces even further when they slap to the floor and skid around him.
"You've done this before though Muds. When the truck came you changed your mind and put everything back, so why are you bothering?" he asks, watching Murdoc kick a few stragglers from the doorway and jump down.
"So you know what I'm doing then?" Stuart nods, then furrows his brow and shrugs feeling silly. "Why ask then," Murdoc continues and kicks everything on the floor closer to the skip.
"Just wondering if you're actually gonna throw some of this stuff away this time, that's all," 2D sighs and snuggles deeper under his blanket. The slow way the older man turns to face him tells the singer that he's better off heading back to his room. So he moves off before the man can answer.
"Yeah you keep going Faceache," Murdoc warns and picks up a speaker, tossing it into the skip then heading over to another pile and picking things up.
Coming back out from his room after dressing, the singer makes his way to the elevator and heads to the kitchen. Seeing Russel sat there consuming a mountain of food, Stuart sighs and opens the fridge, looking inside. Even though he doesn't really feel very hungry, but something about looking makes him feel comfortable. Taking out the milk he steps back and moves over to the cupboard, grabbing a glass and pouring himself a drink. Then making his way to the back door and stepping out onto the balcony. Looking out over at the grey English sky and the fluffy cumulus cloud mountains that seem to be rising up from the horizon like giants. Stuart leans his weight against the railing and relaxing there, crosses his ankles. Watching them move across the sky and trying to forget about the rude awakening he'd received this morning. When he finishes his drink he heads back in. Instantly seeing Noodle at the table reading a magazine.
"Hi Noo," Stuart squeaks awkwardly, wincing as though in pain at how prepubescent that sounded.
"Hello Stuart. Is something wrong?" the young girl asks, looking up at him. He vaguely shrugs and turns away from her, dropping his glass in the sink then making his way to the door.
"Muds is gutting the Winnie again," he mumbles and leans against the door frame.
"Oh. Would you like to help me with a little exercise this morning?" she asks him. This makes the singer stand up straight and he nods happily. Any chance to get away from the bassist is something he'll generally dive on. So whatever her thoughts are it doesn't matter, he'll dive on it. "Meet me on the roof in twenty minutes then," the young girl smiles, then pops some muesli into her mouth.
Stepping out onto the roof sometime later, Stuart gasps when he's struck by a cold breeze. Pulling his jacket around himself tighter with an uncomfortable shudder. He zips up the front and plunges his hands deeply into his pockets to keep them warm. Struck by how odd it is that she would invite him up here on such a cold day. He wonders what it could be that she needs help with. The only way to be sure would be to find her though. So he grits his teeth against the chill and hunches his shoulders, making his way to the front of the building to begin his search. Rounding the corner of the front dome, he smiles when he spots her and is glad that it hadn't taken much to do so after all.
Taking note of how still she is standing with her hands pressed palm together in front of her chest. He slows his approach, thinking that she may be praying and not wanting to disturb her, eventually coming to a complete stop and dropping his gaze to the floor. A smooth movement attracts his attention again and he lifts his eyes. Mentally slapping himself when he sees that she hadn't actually been praying, but starting a kata by calming her mind. He shifts his weight to one hips and follows each position and pose carefully. Thinking about how smooth and graceful she looks doing most things, but especially when she is practising her karate and kick boxing. Wishing that he could move like her and cursing his long gangly limbs for being so uncoordinated.
It's only when he slips from his musing that he sees her smiling at him and waving him over. So he smiles back and it's only when he's but a few feet away that he realises that he doesn't feel cold any more. In fact, he feel hot. Very hot in fact. Slipping off his jacket and hightops he steps onto her mat in his socked feet. Standing beside her and duplicating the moves that she shows him. He sucks a breath when she moves to stand behind him, sliding her long delicate fingers up his arms and moving his hands to help him move more easily. He can feel her breath on the back of his neck and her firm breasts against his back. The warmth in his body is growing in tune with his excitement of being so close to her. It's only when she steps away and shows him the next move that he suddenly becomes aware that something is very wrong with this picture. The wavering watery feeling sweeps over everything and brings him to a complete stop. Now he understands what is wrong and it's Noodle.
"We're at Kong?" he mumbles to her, bringing her to a stop as well. "So why are you a grown woman then?" he adds and suddenly hears an enormous crash. Rocked from his deep slumber Stuart yelps and rolls. Straight off the mattress and over the edge, slamming his cheek hard against his side table and nearly knocking himself out.
"Bloody ow!" he whimpers and sucks air through his teeth with a sharp hiss. Holding the side of his face as he sits up and squeezing his eyes shut, trying to ease the pain back. When he finally opens his eyes again he looks around his bedroom. Seeing that he's back at Wobble Street, but not quite believing he's awake just yet. Chewing the inside of his mouth while thinking about it, he pinches his arm hard to be sure. When nothing happens he finally moves to sit up and it's only then that he sees that he's fully erect and suddenly feels quite embarrassed about it. Reaching back and pulling his pillow down from the bed to cover it, while willing the nice feelings away.
After his shower he steps from his room, surprised by the faint delicious scent of Noodle's perfume and sucking it into his nostrils. Holding his breath for a while so that it lingers with him, he lets an easy smile creep up the corners of his mouth. Then sighing makes his way down the stairs almost feeling like he's floating rather than walking, heading to the kitchen to have some breakfast. It's almost a surprise when he sees the young woman sitting there at the table. But before he can turn and tiptoe out again she lifts her eyes from the magazine and smiles at him. He smiles back and waggles his fingers, trying to be as nonchalant about it as possible. The slight movement of her eyebrow up tells him she senses that something is wrong. Which prompts him to explain his surprise.
"I was expecting Muds," he chuckles half-heartedly and quickly moves to the fridge.
"He and Sun Moon and Stars have gone out. Well I think they went out I mean. Murdoc said they would be away for the weekend, so you're perfectly safe," she remarks. "What happened to your face Stuart?" she adds firmly. This makes the singer stand up straight and lift his hand to his cheek.
"I fell," he mumbles, staring at a bottle of orange juice. The harrumph from the young woman tells him that she doesn't believe it, so he turns and faces her. "No really, I did. I fell out of bed and hit my head on the side table," he insists, stepping back and almost falling backwards into the fridge when she stands and marches towards him. She comes to an instant stop and wrinkles her nose at him, then grabs his arm and ushers him to the table, seating him down and grabbing the first aid box from the cupboard. She'd never noticed how flighty the bassist had made him until she'd come back from Hell. His instinctual flinching and ducking whenever someone raised an arm near him, very telling of the cruelty that he'd been subjected to.
"I need to put some antiseptic cream on it, so sit still," she mumbles, taking out the tube of cream and checking his face and neck for any other marks. Stuart presses his lips together tightly and grips the seat of the chair in his hands. The wash of her perfume flowing over him when she moves closer, mixed with the heat coming from his jeans and the strong pleasant tingles that are sliding up his legs.
"Oh Hell," he whimpers and tries to hide the growing lump by crossing his legs.