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AN- This is a short chapter but more to come! Have any ideas! TELL ME! All reviews are welcome, as usual! There is sex in this chapter. Enjoy! :)
Getting completely shit faced and deciding that a sprint is the best way to get to a certain place quickly is more than likely a newbies decision. The decision would show signs of panic. Maybe what was rolling around in the person's mind was new, and they weren't sure how to tackle it. Maybe they had a temper and wasn't sure how to calm themselves. Or maybe, just maybe, the person was a drunk Irishman who just couldn't stand the thought of their twin brother making claim over something that they wanted. Maybe.
It wasn't the sprint, hard day of work, or even the alcohol that nearly did Murphy in. It was the soft moaning he could hear just outside of the apartment loft. The creek of a mattress and Kat's whispered words. Deep blue eyes were nearing the darker side of the spectrum, pupil's dilated more than usual. A thin sheen of sweat had set in over the brow, a tattooed hand raking through damp strands of brown hair. Murphy leaned into the wall just beside the door, somewhat slouching. What should he do? Burst in on their obvious , or at least to him, signs of fucking ? Or go on about his business and give Ashlin a call? Wipe the slate, forget that pang in his chest, forget that he even felt anything for Kat in those few minutes of their 'argument'. Then again, he was young, somewhat dumb and nearly bursting at the seam's.
Gathering every last bit of mental strength, Murphy turned the bent door knob, pushing himself inside just a bit more quickly than he had intended, losing balance and smacking dead to the floor inside.
"Are you ok?!" Came that voice that seemed to be growing on him today, the very voice that caused a squeeze to start in on his heart. "Jesus, Murphy! Are you drunk?" Kat had been lying on her stomach, the weight of Connor holding her hips in place, his hands roaming over her covered back. He was trying his hardest to soothe her, get her comfortable so that she would talk about what was bothering her. While Connor was hoping for some action earlier in the day, there was no way in hell he would take advantage of a sloshed woman. Especially his dear friend and room mate. Connor pulled his body from its resting place and wrapped a hand around his brothers wrist, pulling carefully so that Murphy could stand. Murph sighed aloud, making sure to plant both feet firmly to ground before rising. "Wha' the 'ell are ye doin'?" His eyes met Connor's , whom was giving a puzzled look. "Wha' are ye talkin' 'bout?"
Kat rolled to her back, resting on her elbows, face twisting into a smile "Did you think we were doing something dirty? You pervert. Connor was rubbing my back. The way you acted earlier pissed me off! He had to calm me somehow. It's not like you were going to explain yourself or even apologize."
Murphy stood silently, relief washing over him, body starting to, finally, relax. He patted Connor on the back, hand going to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers gently pressing into the skin. "I need ye to leave for a bit." The twins stared into each others eyes, an understanding finally making itself known to the two of them. Connor smiled, leaning his body forward so that his head was on Murphys' shoulder. "Murph…I know tha' ye' want me out" Fingers began to pinch a little harshly "Come on Conn" Murphy whined softly "Go to Roc's. Jus' fer a while…Please?" Connor couldn't hold that argument. He carefully pulled free of the grasp, rubbing at the reddened skin. "Aye!"
Kat only stared on with a raised brow. She was still confused. Why would Murphy want Connor to leave? Why wasn't he bitching like he was earlier on?
It had been a good fifteen minutes after Connor left when Kat started to push herself up from his bed. She raked a lazy hand through her messy hair, blue eyes hidden behind the lids. The black of the mascara was now starting to smudge. At one point, a red lipstick graced her lips. They were now slightly swollen, the remnants of color giving a nice pink sheen. "So, Why is Connor now gone and why are you just standing there Murphy?" She was not in the mood for another bitch session and sure as hell wouldn't deal with him finding ways to rattle her cage. Kat nearly fell backwards as her body collided with something solid. She pried open her eyes and stared in disbelief at Murphy, who was now glaring down at her. His tattooed hand grasped at the front of her shirt, gaining a decent hold. The shirt was beginning to ride up just a bit with her movements, pale skin showing. "What the fuck Murphy?!" The girl shouted, teeth starting to bite into her cheek. Her heart began to race. Murphy pulled at her shirt, the upper half of her body rising slightly. Black straps began to dig into her under arms. He leaned in slowly "No, wha' the fuck is yer problem girl?" The confusion was rising once more. He was angry and.. Jealous? Kat moved her hands quickly so that each one was resting at either side of his thick wrist. "Fuck you!" She shouted the very words that led straight to his undoing.
Connor was not pleased with being asked to leave. He was pretty sure of the situation. Sighing softly, the Irish man inhaled the smoke of his freshly lit cigarette. There were many things going on in that mind of his. What was Murphy going to tell Ashlin? What if the girl had decided to have an actual relationship with him? Connor knew that Murphy had some feelings for the woman. He had stated that much recently. The blonde said a quick prayer, eyes traveling to the night sky. Hopefully all would be well. If not, he was sure to kick someone's rear.
Murphy's mind buzzed with so many thoughts. His cheeks were red, eyes half lidded and deep blue. A harsh pounding was resonating throughout his young body, every nerve on fire. Kat felt alive. She felt like her mind was going to over load and shut down. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes held a familiar sting.
Just as those words 'Fuck you!' were shouted, Murphy lost his control. He found that his body was ahead of his thoughts, hands catching hold of the pale shoulders, nails sinking, half moon's rising. Kat only stared into his eyes, unsure of what was going to happen next. She had a few harsh words on the tip of her tongue when he more or less crushed her mouth with his own. There was nothing but silence for a few moment's, each trying to figure out what was happening. The Irish twin soon enough decided. Murphy wound his fingers into Kat's hair, tongue thrusting into her mouth. She could taste the beer and cigarettes. It was..comforting. Each became frenzied, hands fumbling to touch whatever they could, a thirst in desperate need of quenching. Kat found herself being shoved onto Connor's bed. Murphy paused, mind making a mental picture: Her shirt was up above the belly button, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, legs opened allowing the black skirt to pool between the thighs. "Whats wrong?" Kat immediately began to panic, her heart sinking low into her stomach.
Her words pulled him from his frozen stare. Murphy found himself going back to that frenzied state. His fingers were making quick work of the belt, a few clanks resounding throughout the old apartment. Kat watched , astounded, never having seen him move so quickly. She caught the splendid view of his stomach, black shirt pushed north, digits trying their damndest to get it off. The flush spread, as did a deep throb. Murphy growled low , throwing the material across the room. "Wha' are ye waitin' fer?"
Kat just lay there, words at the tip of her tongue once more. It had been a very long time since she had taken a lover, much less had sex. Nearly two years? The one night stand was a woman! An old friend of hers. That short hour was amazing, but nothing , she was sure of, would compare to having Murphy take her. "Im nervous" She whispered, eyes finding the floor. 'Nervous?' he mentally questioned. Hell! He didn't have time for nervous! He was going to bust at the fucking seems! His body wanted, no, needed to be buried deeply into hers. Without so much as another word, Murphy had her body pushed into the old, worn mattress. He roughly pulled at the black skirt, hiking it high above her thick hips. "Wait.." She protested. "I-I do-" Kat's words were cut short. In that tiny amount of time he managed to undo the zipper, pulling the waist of his pants down mid thigh. He sank home, arms snaking under her knee's, pulling her rear off the edge, pushing himself deeper inside. "Fuck!" She screamed out, lids hiding her eyes. Murphy moaned aloud as her tight entrance clamped around his member. He couldn't remember when the last time it was that he had taken a woman so tight. Maybe it was the teenaged years of his life? Ashlin sure as hell had never felt like this! Kat's fingers sank into the mattress below as the frame started to heave with their movements. Her body was quickly growing sore, even though that familiar heat was already starting to build. Murphy placed his feet upon the ground, practically folding her lower half over, his thrusting growing more quickly with each passing second. He gave in to the primal urges and dominated her in every sense of the word. His hips smacked into her ass over and over, the skin on skin pounding bouncing off the empty walls. "Murphy!" Kat felt as though she were drowning, her eyes growing wide, the orbs locked with his own set of deep blue.
Their coupling didn't last long.
In those final moments, when his thrusting became erratic and her orgasm broke through, she finally understood the feeling that had been growing throughout the years. love. Katherine Grace was madly in love Murphy Macmanus. Every fucking thing about him, she loved.
From toes to the ends of her brown hair, a deep burn consumed. Her insides clenched, pulling Murphy deeper inside, causing him to shout. He spilled his seed deeply within her cavern, letting her legs loose, falling forward to rest on her chest. Tears welled up in Kat's eyes. Her covered chest heaved, a sob tearing from her throat. "I love you…" She choked out.
Murphy said not a word, only lay upon her, his body still buried deeply with her own.
When Kat awoke later on , she rolled to her side, finding Murphy pulling his boots on, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Hey" she smiled, hand rising to pushed back a few strands of hair from his eyes. He visibly froze. She pulled her hand back instantly "What's wrong, Murph?"
He stood, inhaling deeply, allowing the smoke to sting his lungs. "I-" The smoke came from both nose and mouth "Nee' to think 'bout this for a while. I think I ma' a mistake"
Her heart sank into her stomach. 'A mistake?' Kat swallowed hard, sitting up, pulling her clothes back into place, noting that the area between her thighs was still wet from his seed and their coupling. Her chest began to heave.
Murphy pulled his pea coat from a hook near the door and didn't utter another word as he made his exit.
He wasn't sure if he really had deeply rooted feelings for her or if he simply lusted after her.
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