Dedicated to Nili. Hope your day goes better, bb.
She stumbled up the stairs in front of him, laughing so hard she was gasping for breath.
"No, but, no, shhh, just listen. It wasn't my fault! You think that man would have realized he needed to talk faster! Information like that should really be disclosed before I press the button!"
She wiped at her eyes, trying to calm her laughing down and slow her breathing. "Well not everyone talks as fast as you, you know." She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
That finally stilled him for the first time that day. He looked between her and the door they stood in front of, his smile faltering just a bit. "Bills… Are you sure you want..? I mean, we can always go back to the park. Or… Ooh! There's this fantastic smoothie place 'round the corner! Or we could—"
She pulled him forward by the ends of his jacket, covering his mouth with her own. Once he'd stopped stammering and started kissing her back, she pulled away. "Dave, it's fine, yeah? We've been on five dates now and I haven't even gotten to see your flat."
She stepped back another step, bouncing on her heels. "Sides, no pressure, yeah? Let's just… relax, have fun. Do like we always do. See how this goes. Sound good?"
He grinned at her. "This is why you're the smart one." He ducked down to press a kiss to her cheek. Keys jangled as he pulled them out of his pocket and motioned for her to go in first.
He closed the door behind them, flicked the switch, and she blinked in the sudden light. She looked around the small room in surprise. A kitchenette was tucked into one corner. The bed was pushed against the wall that sloped down from the ceiling. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with records, CDs and books. The only door she could see in the place probably led to the loo.
"Sorry I don't really have a sofa or anything. Not much space in here." He looked away from her, heading over to the fridge to pull out a bottle.
She wandered over to the bookshelves, looking closer at his collection. "You really do like Doctor Who, don't you?" She motioned to a wide array of well-used Doctor Who novels.
He grinned lopsided at her, popping the top off a soda before handing it to her. "I tried to warn you what mess you were getting into before you agreed to that first date."
She smiled and took a swig out of the bottle, perching on the foot of his bed. "So this is… cozy."
He flopped down next to her, eyes following hers around the room. "Life of an actor. It doesn't pay all that much, but… Least I'm doing what I want, yeah?"
"Exactly. You keep telling me I should do what I want." She turned to look at him, smiling shyly.
He seemed to be reading her mind as he turned towards her as well, setting his soda down on the floor next to them before cupping her face in his hands. He bent closer to her, pressing his lips against hers.
Unable to reach like he had, she kept her drink clutched between them even as she returned his kiss. Her knee pressed into his, hip sliding close to his own. She worked one hand around behind him, tangling it into his hair.
He tipped her back, tongue sliding into her mouth. She yelped and pulled away. He stared at her through darkened eyes. She motioned down to the wet spot on her shirt. "Sorry, spilled."
He took the bottle from her, putting it next to his own. "Sorry about your shirt." He turned back to her, fumbling for her.
She surprised him by rolling him over closer to the wall, straddling his hips. Her hair fell down around their faces as she grinned at him. "Guess you'll just have to take it off me, hmm?"
His own grin mirrored her own and his hands slid down her sides, fingering the hem. "Your wish is my command."
He sat up, pressing her up with him. He pulled the shirt up over her head as she squirmed on his lap. He groaned into her neck, before covering it with kisses down the column. He trailed a line down to her bra, following the lacy cup along the curve.
His tongue darted out, sliding beneath the bra. She gasped, hands burrowing into his hair.
His fingers fumbled with the latch on the back. She felt the band loosen and wiggled out of it, pushing tighter against his chest once it had dropped away.
"Minx," he growled at her, pushing her back down towards the bed. She ground back into him, grinning against his lips.
He ground back down against her, making her smile melt into a gasp. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she moaned into his.
She tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss, trailing lips down her neck instead. "Too many clothes," she murmured, tugging at his shirt again.
Until he closed his mouth around one nipple. She arched up into him, fingers scrabbling for purchase among his back. He chuckled and kissed his way across to the other one.
She reached between them, palming the front of his trousers. He buried his face in her chest to try to muffle his groan melded with a yelp.
"Mr. McDonald, was that a whimper?" she teased, rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans.
He raised his head and fixed her with a teasing glare, before bending down to nip at her collar bone. "I told you, no Misters here."
She squeezed. "Think I feel a mister here, though."
He shuddered against her, pressing more of himself into her hand.
"Too many clothes," he agreed, gasping against her neck. He tugged her hand away from his erection, guiding it up to the clasp on his trousers. She toyed with the button, grinning at his noise of frustration, until he pinched at her breast, making her squirm.
She popped the button with her finger, tugging down the zipper. He moved away from her only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and squirm out of his trousers. Her eyes raked down his lean, slender form, and she sat up, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, following the crease down his middle, through light brown hair, pausing to swirl her tongue around his navel. He hissed at her, but let her push him back towards the foot of the bed, her finger hooked in the edge of his pants.
She kept her eyes on him as she slowly tugged them down, grinning her tongue-touched smile when he rolled his eyes at her. Once she had the pants down near his ankles, her eyes darted down to a lower part of him before returning to his face.
"Billie, are you sure..? I mean, we can still stop this if—ohhhhh." His stammered words dissolved into a groan when she wrapped her fingers around the base and swiped her tongue over the tip.
Grinning again, she swirled her tongue around the tip before sliding more of him into her mouth. One hand weaved its way into her hair, the other fisting the sheets beneath him. His hips twitched like he was trying not to thrust up into her mouth, so she smoothed her unoccupied hand over his hip.
Her head bobbed slowly up and down. Her hand followed the movement, squeezing and twisting to increase his gasps and moans. "Bills.. Billie, I… oh god, Billlllll…" She hummed around him, sliding her fingers down to massage his balls.
His breath was getting shorter and closer together and he started tugging on her hair. "Bill. Bill, please, I… Stop, stop, Billie, I…" He groaned and she felt his cock twitch before he started spurting into her mouth. She released him with a pop, watching as his seed coated her cheeks and his stomach.
He collapsed bonelessly against the bed, looking at her with wide brown eyes. "Sorry," he murmured, pulling up a corner of the sheet to wipe at her face when she moved closer to him. "It… It's been a while…"
She laughed taking the sheet from him to pat at his stomach. "That's good to hear, I suppose. You alright?"
"Alright?" She giggled again at the sound of surprise in his voice. "You are perfect. Why are you with a putz like me?"
She snuggled into his side. "I should be asking the same question," she murmured, pressing a light kiss into his neck.
His long fingers trailed down her cheek to her chin, tipping her face up to his. His lips pressed lightly against hers. The kiss started out soft and gentle until he rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue back into her mouth like that was where it had always belonged. She squirmed beneath him as he traced curving moons across her stomach down to the line of her jeans.
His lips moved away from hers, scorching kisses leading a line to her ear. "Think it's time I returned the favor." He took her lobe between his lips as he wiggled his fingers under the band of her pants.
She arched up into him, but he pulled back, blinking down at her jeans. "Blimey, how do you wear such tight trousers, lass?"
She huffed, pulling him back down to her. "Is this really," she placed a kiss in the hollow of his throat, "the time?" She licked along his collar bone.
She could feel his rumbling laugh through the hand pressed against his chest. "Guess not," he growled, ripping open the button and the zip. He moved down her, facing her trousers with determination as he tugged them slowly down.
He turned back up to face her in surprise. "No knickers today! Miss Piper, I'm surprised at you."
She huffed again. "David…"
He traced his fingers up her inner thigh, slowly circling higher. "Why, Billie, were you planning on seducing me when you woke up this morning?"
His finger slid through the wetness gathering between her thighs. "No," she gasped. He started pulling away in confusion, and she grabbed his hand, leading it to the little nub that had been screaming for attention. "Been planning to seduce you for weeks. This was just the first time you got into my pants."
He slipped a finger inside her and she groaned, grinding herself down into his touch. "Should have grunted something earlier," he breathed against her. He ran his tongue around her clit as he added another finger.
The noises coming out of her would definitely qualify as "mewling," but she didn't care. All she wanted was more, harder, faster. And she told him so.
His fingers set up a strong, steady rhythm inside of her, while his mouth sucked hard against her. She tangled her fingers into his hair, gasping and squirming.
"Billie…" She cracked open an eye to see him staring at her across her body. "Come for me, sweetheart. I'm right here." He twisted his hand inside her and she cried out, arching off the bed.
When she came down, he was holding her, whispering soothing words. "God, you're beautiful, you know that?" he murmured, pushing a kiss into her hair.
She smiled back at him, turning into his hold and pressing her lips against his.
"I'm gonna go to the loo for a bit, alright?" she grunted, climbing over him towards the door across from them.
She shut the door behind her, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She smoothed her rumpled hair down with a wink at herself. Craning her neck around, there was a disappointing lack of hickeys anywhere. Probably for the best; less to explain to mum. She looked back in her own eyes. They were practically sparkling. Ah, who was she kidding? Mum had always been able to tell when she'd had a decent shag.
And, man, was Dave more than a decent shag! She chuckled to herself, turning to clean up a little.
She turned the water off, heading back into the room. She expected David to be stretched out across the bed like he'd been when she left. But he wasn't. The bed was empty. She stepped farther into the room, looking for him near the kitchen area. "David?" she called out when she couldn't see him.
She took another step towards the bed and into the room.
He pounced on her from behind, skin against skin sliding against each other as he rolled her over onto the bed. They bumped against the wall and he pinned her to the mattress, grinning down at her even as his growing erection poked into her leg.
"Ready for," he cut through her words with a quick kiss on the lips, "round two," his mouth moved down her throat, "are you?"
He hummed against her chest, his fingers combing through the soft curls of her sex. "Aren't you?"
She pulled him back up to her lips, wriggling her hips against his. Her hand snaked between them, gripping around his cock and working it until it was hard. He moaned into her mouth, his tongue chasing the sound.
He slipped his hand into the wetness between her folds. He worked two fingers immediately inside, setting up a quick rhythm. Her breathing sped up to match his own. "Please," she whimpered. "Please, Dave."
He pulled himself out of her hand, sitting up and reaching for the bedside table. He yanked the drawer open, pulling out a condom. She helped him roll it on; he trembled under her touch.
She tugged him closer. "David," she breathed against him.
He covered her mouth with his own, sliding his tongue in slowly. He took himself in hand, sliding into her just as slowly as he had moved into her mouth.
Their breaths mixed together in a groan as he filled her completely.
He opened his eyes, big brown eyes looking into her own. "Okay?"
She wiggled her hips against him, and tugged his bottom lip between her two. "Better if you moved, yeah?"
He pulled back out slowly. "Just… tell me if I'm hurting you, yeah?"
She smiled gently at him, bringing a hand up to his face. "I trust you."
He pushed back into her, making her gasp. They moved together, touches and brushes and groans sending her to dizzying heights. She moved under him, gasping wordless pleas.
He seemed to understand as he started moving harder against, making short, quick thrusts. His mouth went to her ear, ghosting puffs of air and helpless noises against the shell. "Bills. Billie, I… I love you. You beautiful, wonderful, perfect woman, I—oh god—I love you."
He brought his hand between them, rubbing at her clit in time to his whispered praises. It was all too much for her. She thrust up against him, screaming his name.
He rocked gently into her as she shuddered, holding her close against his chest and kissing her eyelids until she opened them.
Her hand went back to his face, to his hair. She circled her hips around him. "C'mon, David. Your turn," she teased with a smile.
He gritted his teeth and sped up his pace again, burying his face into her neck. Her fingers racked down his back, across his shoulders, tangling into his hair. "That's right, David. Come on. Come for me." She pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "I love you, too."
His whole body went stiff as he shuddered over and in her. She wiggled her hips lightly, helping him hold on to his orgasm for as long as possible. Then he collapsed limply against her.
After a few murmured words and a light trailing touch across his back, he raised his head. "'lo," he murmured softly, looking down at her with a gentle smile.
She giggled. "Hello," she begged for entrance to your bed with. He rolled over, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the trash before pulling her into him and curling his lanky body around her.
She was just about to drift off to sleep when his hold tightened on her slightly. "Did you mean it?" he grunted so quietly, she almost didn't hear.
She pulled back, eyes searching his face. His own eyes were wide and guarded. She tipped her head up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Always. I love you, David." She snuggled back into him with a contented sigh.
