So it has only taken me 7 years to update this, opps. It's taken these 2 a long time to het to this bloody hotel room then. I know there's not a huge audience for liarla anymore but I was drawn to this for some reason especially as I needed a little break from the bleak nature of the shows current story (even if I have a crazy amount of ideas for fics there too). I'm really enjoying being properly in this fandom again. Was aiming to have this finished in this chapter but there shall be one more after this.
This is for Alex, love you and know that you will appreciate this.
His hand instinctively finds the small of her back as the little light turns green and the door opens with a click. The material of her dress is textured against his palm and she leans back into his touch, the look she shoots him over her shoulder is pure sex, so full of want and everything they had left unspoken for so long. He swallows the instinct to grab her by the hips and pull her arse into his groin.
There was something about delaying gratification a little longer. Savouring the moment because it should be monumental. This is what they had been leading to. Had been from the moment they set eyes upon each other and he had just been too young and naïve to realise it at the time. He had hoped, he had always wanted her, and yet he still did not think he comprehended the true depth of his feelings.
Now wasn't supposed to be the time. This was a drunken hook-up. An act of revenge and defiance. He wanted her body and her clever little mouth. To possess her in a way his brother never could.
He has the most beautiful woman he had ever seen all dressed up like temptation itself in front of him and he had never wanted anyone so much. The blood rushing to his groin makes him feel light headed, he would worship her, he wanted to make her scream his name.
"You just gonna stand there staring all night." She challenged, voice low and throaty. He thinks she could make a fortune sounding like that with a phone line talking dirty to horny strangers.
Of course she wants him him to make the first physical move. She had been the one to take the initiative getting them to this point. Always the bossy one.
A shadow of hesitation passes over her face when he takes too long, trying to burn the image of her into his mind for an eternity. He finds himself moving without thinking. His fingers slide into her hair as he cups the base of her skull and brings her lips up to meet his.
And oh.
She tastes rich and smooth like the alcohol they had drunk so carelessly, a little spicy and exotic and that's just the press of lips upon lips. He thinks he feels her smile against his skin and tilts her head so their lips fuse instead of simply touching. She uses his jacket to pull him closer, his own hand runs up her back, dipping where her body dips and he wished she could lose her clothing already so he could feel the warmth of her skin and the bumps of her spine.
She presses up onto her toes, a little unsteady in her too high heels and wraps her arms around his neck. He uses her lack off balance to drive her back against the wall, groaning as she presses her tongue into his mouth.
Their tongues slip and slide and he gets little jolts of pleasure all the way to his toes.
But now that they have given in, there seems to be no rush. He wants to taste every inch of her mouth. Loves the way her teeth deliberately graze his lower lip like a hint of how dangerous she could be. They kiss and kiss and just keep kissing. She pushes his jacket from his shoulders and there's a thud as leather hits the floor and its good. He was getting too hot, too dizzy, and the hair on his arms stand up when the air hits his skin.
Their kisses start to lose any sense of fineness or control, getting sloppy and desperate, there's a pressure building and building and he thinks that if he finds no relief soon this literally could kill him. He needs to consume her and be consumed. Its almost enough to forget. To lose himself in her would be an act of worship and a sin.
His mouth breaks away with a wet noise to kiss down her neck, her exposed shoulder and he hears her moan, sucking down air greedily.
Her hands find their way under his tee, nails scraping at his shoulder blades. The hint of skin upon skin was not enough, it could never be enough. Now she filled his senses he did not think he could ever let her go.
And there was the real danger.
But it was danger he had been looking for. An act of defiance against every lie that pressed him in. He was going to be the man his brother and circumstance had turned him into. Just as fucked up and dark as anyone could be, not that anyone ever saw it in him. No one except her.
He pulls her away from the wall to lean against his chest, artfully steadying her with a knee between her legs. Her skirt pushed higher and tighter restricting her so that she was at his mercy. Her weight resting fully against him as she grips his biceps for balance.
"More" She demands, eyes hooded with desire and her lips swollen and wet.
She tries to grind herself against him, pouting adorably when her dress stops her finding a satisfactory angle. He chuckles and makes calming noises as reaches behind her finding the zip fastening of her dress easily and easing it down her back. She rubs her cheek against the stubble of his chin seemingly enjoying the rough texture. The zip ends at the small of her back and he reaches up to play with the lose curls of hair against her shoulders, then explores the newly exposed skin, following the coutures of her spine to the small of her back.
"I want you," He tells her. Reaching beneath the fabric still stretched tight and restrictive over her hips to cup her arse pulling her firmly onto his thigh. "The things I'm going to do to you..." He whispers against her ear. He had never felt so bold, so open and controlled.
She makes a noise in the back of her throat that sounds like a needy growl. He makes a little pact with himself that he draw that noise from her again and again.
"Yes...please."
Then they are moving as he spins them around and the awkward momentum sends them blindly stumbling to the bed.
Somewhere between her falling into the mattress and Liam settling his weight on top on her slight frame he manages to lose his tee shirt.
Her legs wind up around his hips and they fall immediately into a rhythm of him thrusting against her and her mirroring him with her tongue against his.
Outside somewhere near by a door slams and voices muffled.
The distracting noise is enough to bring the pair of them back to themselves a little. He is grateful for the presence of mind before he was too far gone he ends up cuming in his trousers like an inexperienced teenager as he ruts against her.
He breaks away reluctantly, pulling himself up so that he is standing between her legs. Her eyes dark and trusting as she watched him, her chest heaving in an effort to catch her breath.
"Christ."
The room already smelt like sex, like her arousal.
"Do you have any idea the effect you have on me? How I've wanted to be inside you for years."
The world thought the pair of them barely got on but he had always been able to be a little more like himself around her. She challenged and aggravated him but she kept him honest with himself. He liked the version of himself he saw reflected back in her eyes.
Her calculating gaze darts down to the visible bulge in his trousers, lingers on the pale solidness of his chest before finding his eyes again. She pulls herself up on her elbows, squirming as she tries to push her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the building pressure there. And he knows instantly that she feels the same, that they had wasted so much time when they both had wanted this all along.
"Show me baby, show me what I do to you."
He puts his hand against her cheek, his thumb tracing the sharp edge of her cheek bone wondering how she always managed to pull more from him than he knew he could give. She understood survival in ways he kept on discovering.
He could let himself love this woman.
Leaning back over her he starts to pull that tempting dress down her sides, enjoying the way she has to wriggle and push up into him to free her hips from the fabric. He grips her thigh as he slides it down her long legs, taking her tights and heels with it so that she was left in her underwear. He presses a kiss to the inside of her knee, the other, then the smooth skin of her abdomen just above her knickers and breaths in the heady sent of her.
He goes to bite the lacy scrap of black fabric giving it a firm tug as if to rip it from her and delights in the familiar throaty chuckle in response from his actions. Feels the way her sides tremble with her laughter as he holds her by the waist, counts her ribs with his finger tips as he reaches for the first touch her breasts. Then back down to her sides, gripping her firmly to pull her lower half closer to the end of the bed, intent on getting her naked as efficiently as possible.
The way Carla whimpers is so removed from pleasure he freezes for a second in confusion. Realising he had somehow hurt her he stands quickly, separating himself as if her skin was scolding.
"Wha..." He starts to ask, his eyes scanning every inch of her.
Carla looked embarrassed and shy for a moment before her face hardens in defiance.
"Liam, its nothing. Come here..." She pulls herself up so to a kneeling position on the covers so that they were at the same level and reaches for him. He moved to her but stayed at arms length as he examines her with more scrutiny.
It's then he catches it, fresh light green bruises almost camouflaged against her golden tan.
His reaction must have shown on his face because she is following his gaze, twisting in order to see her own side.
"Oh," There was muted shock in her voice as if she had no idea there would be bruises slowly forming on her skin. "Honestly Liam it's nothing don't overreact."
But how can he help but not feel the mood swiftly change when he realises there are bruises on her ribs are very noticeably in the shape of mens fingers. It looked like she had been manhandled. There was dread settling heavy in his stomach because he knows instantly.
Liam curses himself for being so selfish and short sighted that night, when he had hardly paused to wonder what had driven his sister in law out from her home. He had not wanted to know what she had been drinking to forget. And while she hadn't been open to sharing he had not willing to dig any deeper.
"Paul." He concludes. "Paul did this."