Sorry for the delay. Part 2 is almost all written up, I just need to edit it, but that might take me a while, so I didn't post a chapter as fast. I'm also thinking of writing something for Malcolm, probably with Jaime. I'm a bi, but I since I lean towards men and I'm a guy, I usually prefer writing slash. Unfortunately there's just never enough characters I can actually imagine together. I find Ollie nauseating, for example. Ugh. Just throwing that out there in case anybody is interested, or has any requests because at this moment I have no ideas, just an urge.
Also, funny story about this chapter. I wrote it, and then a few days later, I discovered this: Some Lie and Some Die. FF users, just google it, it's on youtube. It's around 1hr 43m. I almost melted into my office chair. Just fuck. You know when you're wildest ideas come true, yeah, mmm so awesome. Unfortunately I don't have time to GIF it, but enjoy the visual aid.
Chapter 9 - let me see you stripped down to the bone
Randall
Randall couldn't help but tease her. He hadn't noticed, not until they were out of the bath and her gaze kept lingering on him with that hungry look. All for him? He appreciated the sentiment but he knew she was lying to herself. Before she would have never said that, just, "Your turn." always implying there would be a "My turn."
He wondered how long it would take until it consumed her and she stopped resisting. He was impressed she'd even gotten this far. He was done with his tea now and still nothing, but his toast... He took smaller and smaller bites as he ate it, prolonging the moment.
And he couldn't forget the ring. He turned his hand, letting it catch the light. For how badly she'd refused him once, she seemed awfully fond of it now.
He put everything down on the tray. She crossed her legs, but said nothing.
He set the tray on the nightstand and turned back to her.
She was tugging on his shoulders and pressing her lips to his before he even had a chance to smirk.
"Randall." She admonished.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know what."
He paused for a moment, serious. "You sure?"
She nodded and pushed his head to her neck. He made his way down to her stomach and pressed a chaste kiss to the scar, just briefly. He did not want to linger on it for too long. He used to dream he'd stayed and she'd accepted and that during lazy summer afternoons he'd kissed her full stomach and just sit for hours on end, hand on her stomach, waiting for the baby to kick.
At least Lix had seen her, touched her.
He pushed the thoughts away, it would do no good to be jealous.
He pressed a kiss to her hip bone then skipped down to kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Lix groaned, impatient. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling, bringing him closer. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her. It wasn't that he didn't like it. He loved it, but he wanted to tease her.
"Don't move." He let go of her hands and took a hold of her legs, holding them open. He continued, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, moving closer to where she wanted, but never quite getting there.
Her breathing was heavy now. Her hands gripped at the sheets. He licked along the seam of her leg. She whined in protest, but said nothing. He pulled back, his breath ghosting over her, making her writhe. When he swiped his tongue along the length of her lips she arched back. He hummed against her. She tasted exactly the same.
He paused at her swollen nub, teasing with his tongue and she sighed, relaxing at the familiar contact. He kissed, and sucked, until her breathing was shallow, and her legs twitched with the effort not to move, not to wrap around him like he knew she wanted to.
He stopped, moving down, licking at her absentmindedly, pressing his tongue into her, nibbling at her outer lips, and ignoring where she wanted him most again. Her body grew taught with need. He ran his hands along her legs, feeling her muscles clench at his touch. He leaned back, again, just his breath tickling her skin, then moved to press a finger into her. She was so slick. It was one thing to feel her with his mouth, but quite another with his hands.
He added another finger and leaned back to watch her face. She had sat up slightly and was looking at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth. He smirked. He took his fingers out of her for a moment and licked them. Her eyes clouded over with lust.
"Lean back," he ordered. "Close your eyes."
"That's cruel," she complained, but obeyed him nonetheless.
He pressed his fingers back into her, adding a third as a reward and curled them upwards. She shuddered.
"Don't," he warned and moved to suck and nibble at her clit, testing her.
"Oh god, Randall..." but he moved back to a slow leisurely pace again, keeping her on edge. He wanted to hear her beg.
She grabbed at his free hand. "Randall… Randall…"
He hummed against her. He loved how she said his name in moments like those, in rough desperate whispers.
"Randall… please." Her voice changed into a high pitched whine. "Please."
"Okay," he said and sucked hard, humming loudly against her.
She tensed and arched back. He kept his tongue flicking against her clit until she cried out against the onslaught of pleasure. He slowed down then, letting her relax. He took his fingers out and lapped at her wetness, enjoying the occasionally twitch of her legs at his continued stimulation.
She grabbed his hair and pulled for him to come up and he allowed her now. She brought his lips to hers, kissing him deeply, the taste of her still on his mouth. They'd never tried this before, not so soon after. He obviously didn't mind and it seemed she didn't either, but he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he leaned back.
She blushed. Lix never blushed. He almost didn't know what to make of it. Almost.
He laid down beside her and brought his wet fingers to her lips. She opened her lips tentatively, tongue peeking out to lick at his fingers.
"Wider," he rasped, pushing his finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the digit. Her embarrassment had faded and now she was giving him a sultry look. Had he not just orgasmed minutes ago he was sure he would have been hard as a rock. He added a finger, and then another, until she'd cleaned off all three.
She turned to give him a chaste kiss. "Love you," she murmured against his lips before wrapping her arms around him.
He melted into her embrace, closing his eyes and just basking in the feel of her skin against his. How he'd missed this.
She pulled back and moved to cuddle into his side and play with the ring on his finger.
Chapter Title from Stripped by Depeche Mode
