Long time no see! Sorry for the wait! I could come up with some excuses but the main problem is I am just not a writer I guess, like to read but the writing is more like pulling teeth :P This chapter took me for a ride, I did not intend for it to turn out as it did. Got a bit more "feel-y" than I wanted but hey if the muse says so then so it shall be. Once again English is not my first language (which is why I write, gotta practice somehow!) so if you feel like something is off please do tell! And any kind of review is greatly appreciated!
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She always forgot how the quiet man turned so vocal when he was under the control of her fingers, the sway of her body. But that stuttered breath that turned into a groan while her tongue teased the bone of his hip reminded her. After pushing her up against the bar and fusing their mouths together and almost taking her against the sticky wood she had managed to murmur through the kiss that she wasn't one to put on a free show, he had somehow managed to push, guide and stumble them towards his dorm room.
As soon as the door shut his kisses turned frenzied, lips, tongue and teeth tried to devour her. Hands clasped and grasped her body, one hand buried in her hair, tugging and pulling, guiding her head in order to reach deeper. Making the flowers in her hair, crumble and fall and with a wet smack land on the floor only to be crushed under heavy boots. The other hand slid down her back, leaving hot trails sizzling down her body, to grasp her leg and roughly pull it up around his waist. Pulling her whole body towards his. He needed friction, craved any sort of touch because something was coiling deep inside him, aching. And he knew she was the cause behind the pulsing within his body. He craved her and he hated her for it. She was too pure, too light for him. But he could never stay away, he was a selfish man and he wanted to possess her. Smother her in his darkness so he could keep her.
When he grabbed her he had thrown her off balance, making her cling to him. Curling her fingers into the muscle of his chest she leaned on him and let him domineer the kiss. But when he pushed her against the wall and started to grind against her she broke the kiss with a whimper. Her head smacked against the wood when he forcefully pushed her head to the side so he could attack her throat. Sucking and licking down the column made her hips buck but when he bit down on the sensitive skin she recoiled. Gently pushing him away, breathing heavy she looked him in the eyes and said "no, not like this".
She knew him, knew Happy and knew what he was trying to do. But she refused to end up like the flowers that used to be in her hair. Wilted and abandoned on the floor. He might think there was nothing good left for him but she knew that behind the cold mask was a man worth gentle touches and brightly lit smiles. And she hated that it had come to this, but the man refused to talk so instead she had to show him. This time there would be now rough touches, no excessive screaming and no hard pounding. That could come later. Now she wanted the gentle caresses, the touches that made you gasp and the slick and slide of two bodies meeting.
He cannot possess her without her possessing him. The path that they had stumbled upon was a two way street, affecting both her and him.
Gently pushing him back she met his heavy gaze and seeing the recognition in them. He knew her too. His face closing in on itself with the thought of rejection she quickly gasped "no". Her hands glided down his chest and abdomen to creep under his shirt. Trying to lighten the sudden serious mood she let one hand stroke itself up his stomach, feeling the muscles contract under her hands path until it stopped on the cluster of smiley faced tattoos. Softly letting her nails cut into his skin she leaned up on her toes so that her words would almost be spoken into his mouth.
"Your pleasure or your life" she taunted him. And seeing his mouth quirk and open in order to answer her, she quickly closed the small space between them and gently took his bottom lip in between her own.
Happy's breath rushed out of him at the feel of her lips and his arms reached out to her, one curling around the small of her back whilst his other hand cradled her face. Steadying her when she leaned more of her weight against him. The kiss made his skin start to tingle, it was such a soft kiss and when he felt her tongue lightly trace the top of his lip he couldn't help the groan that escaped him.
Gently biting down on his lip she broke away and glanced up at him. Seeing his eyes closed she planted an open mouthed kiss just below his ear and then started to lift his shirt up. Slowly his caramel coloured skin covered in the swirls and patterns of his ink was bared. To her, he was absolutely beautiful. Letting her tongue trace his collarbone until she came to the tattoo of a demon on his shoulder, she left a wet kiss behind before looking up at him. He had to know what he meant to her. There was so much history and he was her saviour, she needed to tell him.
"Hap" she started and then swallowed. This was something knew, letting herself feel, letting him know what she felt.
Looking up at him she said his name again. A breathless "Happy". With his hand cupping her chin, he tilted her face up. His gaze bouncing back and forth between her eyes in that special way that let her know he was seeing her.
"I know, I know" he answered and let his lips brush against her forehead until they came at a stop at her scarred eye brow. A gentle kiss was placed upon the scar, a reminder from the first night they met.
Her hands clasped behind his neck and pulled his head down to capture his mouth in a kiss. Lips meeting and parting, breath intermingling. And when she gasped he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Sending shivers down her spine, his tongue stroked hers, exploring her mouth.
He made her moan, her nerve endings coming to life and the flesh between her thighs ache. Swollen and wet. Grasping his belt, she jerked their lower bodies together, needing to feel him all over. And at that contact he growled, his hot and heavy length grinding up against her. He slid his hands down her side, brushing against the sides of her breast until he could grip her hips. Pulling her even closer to him. She was so small compared to him, his hands almost touching around her back.
With her chest pressed against his and his hands slowly gliding along her body to cup her ass he groaned with the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt. Her nipples were hard and brushing up against him, with every panting inhale and exhale they would slide against his chest, sending small pinpricks of pleasure through them both. One hand still grabbing her backside in order to steer her bucking hips the other once again slid along the side of her body. Over the hip bone and dipping in at that dangerous curve of her waist until he reached her breast. Cupping it, he let his thumb circle her nipple through her shirt, drawing a high pitched whimper from her. Every sound she made felt like it shot straight to his dick. The whimpers making him twitch and the moans throb. Wanting more sounds he brushed his fingers over the hard point causing her to throw back her head and arch her back. Wanting more, wanting his fingers to caress and burn her. Arching her back pushed her more into his hand and he took opportunity of both her exposed throat and chest.
Leaning forward he placed open mouthed kisses under her jaw all the way to her ear, licking down the column of her throat. He could see goose bumps raise themselves from the wet trail he left. He nipped at her throat with his teeth at the same time as he pinched a hard nipple, causing her breath to halt and his name flow from her lips. Soothing the bite with his tongue his hand started to wander again, the one on her ass gliding down her thigh, starting to bunch up her long skirt while the other tried to find an opening to touch the skin of her stomach.
When he growled at her complicated clothing she pushed him away, made him sit on the edge of the bed. Stepping in between his long legs she took his hands and guided them along her waist to her back, where the zipper to her skirt was located. Seeing the smirk on his lips she left his hands and placed hers on his shoulders, trusting him to undress her.
Lowering the zipper he let her skirt fall to the floor, to be kicked away and discarded in some corner and for the first time took in her bare legs. With her standing in front of him he let his hands glide from the back of her knees, up the back of her thighs, over her ass until he reached the top of her underwear. Leaning forward he rested his head against her chest, making sure his hot breath blew against her nipples, causing shivers to run down her back. His fingers toyed with the edge of her panties, gliding round the leg, over her ass until he could brush against her hot core.
A quiet "fuck" left him when he felt how wet she was. Hot and soaking. Fingers gliding the length of her core, making her hips jerk and whimpers escape when he put pressure against her underwear. A disappointed groan left her when he took his hands away only to be replaced with a sigh when he started to lower her underwear.
He could feel himself straining against the confines of his jeans when he finally saw her. His dick twitching and aching to be touched when he could smell her arousal and see her glistening and wet, oh so wet, for him. Her lips almost dripping and he had to touch, stroke his fingers along her, circle her clit and finally sink into her wet, hot heat. Curling his fingers deep inside of her while the palm of his hand pressed against that wonderful bundle of nerves at the top.
He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her breathing speeding up, moans falling from her lips and the beautiful legs before him start to shake. Hands tightening around his shoulder and head tilted back, her hips started to grind down on his hand, wanting his fingers deeper.
"Please Hap, please" she whispered "I am so close, more. Please more." That she was begging him for release didn't even register in her mind. She could feel it coiling in the pit of her stomach. Tightening her whole body, muscles ready to spasm in pleasure. Her core so hot, so wet. She must be so slick around his fingers, the noises they made when they curled and moved in and out of her body only adding on to her arousal. "Please" left her again.
His eyes flew between where his slick fingers where buried inside of her, giving her pleasure, to her face. Loving the blush that had spread across her cheekbones and the way her eyes had diluted with pleasure. He speed his hand up, thrusting his fingers inside of her a bit harder wishing it was his dick instead.
When her last plea left her lips he decided to take pity on her. "Look at me" he demanded, wanting to see the pleasure bloom over her face when he made her come undone. Making sure that his palm ground down on her clit with each word he uttered. "Your. Pleasure. Or. Your. Life." He threw back at her and at the last word, he twisted his fingers making her cry out.
It was his voice that pushed her over the edge. Smooth and rough. Making her spasm around his fingers, her toes curl in pleasure and more wetness gush out of her body. Collapsing against him, too weak to stand by herself, her legs all but giving out at her orgasm she let him lift her and place her across his lap. Fingers still inside of her, prolonging her pleasure, making her hips twist and jerk, whimpers continuously leaving her throat.
When his fingers finally left her, she kissed him. Deep and hard. Tongue pushing in and meeting his. And that was how she became reminded of the beautiful sounds that left him when she touched him. Pushing him back against the bed with his feet still on the floor, she ground down against him hard. Her hot core over his straining cock, soaking his jeans. Turning the grip he had on her hips almost bruising.
Leaning over him she let her lips and tongue, lick, kiss and caress every inch of his beautiful chest. Following the snake with her hands and then tongue, making his breathing turn heavy. And when her hand curled around the buckle of his belt, her lips sucking on the skin of his hip then letting her tongue stroke and leave a wet path over the v at his hip down to the waistline of his jeans, the quiet man turned vocal. A stutter breath turning into a groan.
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