A/N: *cringes* I don't know what kind of masochistic tendencies of mine I have dug up, but reliving all the stuff I wrote four years ago is…killing me. Unfortunately my amazing beta *grumbles*, picked this particular lemon since the original story is considered a "cop out." *grumbles*

Hope you all enjoy!

To Resplendent Decadence…I hope you're still thirsty, wench.

A Little Problem Lemon

a. k. a. Shortest Lemon Evah!

Her back arched off the bed when he slowly entered her, their hips coming together as he buried himself to the hilt. Her mouth gaped open in a gasp, her eyes rolling back into her head as he ground their hips together. She heard him whisper her name in a choked gasp, the passion between them reaching a breaking point, and she dug her heels into his back to bring him closer.

2D wasted little time once encouraged—he began a fast, uneven pace in his thrusts, throwing both of her legs over his arms and pounding into her relentlessly. He did not fear the length of time it would take him to reach completion, or that she would be unable to reach hers. Their union was a long time coming and neither wanted to delay any longer. The singer did feel he was at a disadvantage—she was such a delicious sight to behold as he was fucking her: her head thrown back into the mattress, mouth open wide and a litany of breathy little gasps and his name coming from her in time with his thrusts; her pert, little breasts bouncing with every collision of their hips and her back arching toward him, bringing the pebbled buds closer to his lips as he dipped down to taste, his ego inflating when she cried out his name within the same sentence as God's.

He was somewhat grateful she had her eyes closed, that way she did not have to look at his ugly mug and try to orgasm.

The blue-haired singer slid both arms under the panting woman beneath him and lifted her to his chest, sitting back on his haunches and lowering her back down onto his cock so she sat in his lap, wrapped around him as he thrust into her once more. Noodle's hands raked through his blue locks, gripping his head and pulling him toward her to capture his lips in a hot, searing kiss that melted them both. The guitarist doubted how much longer she could hold on; the singer gripping her rear and pounding inside her, her legs and arms wrapped around him—Noodle swallowed a moan when 2D attacked the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his teeth.

The singer could no longer hold out on his release. The way she bounced on his cock, her breasts scraping against his bare chest, her moans in his ear—he was done.

Firmly gripping her rear in his hands, 2D fell back onto his bed, arching into her and pounding furiously. He barely registered her crying out or her hands perched on his chest as she arched her back into his thrusts. Throwing his head back into the mattress, the singer came inside her with a satisfied grunt, wincing when her own release arrived with a scream as her inner walls milked his cock and lengthened his orgasm.

Noodle collapsed on the singer once she came down from the height of her release, her head almost smacking into his in her euphoria, and cuddled against his chest. 2D wrapped both arms around her and spread his legs so she settled more comfortably, not bothering to remove himself from inside her or to roll them to their sides. He kissed her cheek and nestled his face against hers, happy to get some rest with her in his arms.

It was rest they would need if he had his way.

A/N: WOOP! WOOP! You are under arrest for committing another cop out!