Okay, I know I don't normally put an author's note at the beginning, but I just thought that I would warn you that there is a decent level of sexual activity in this chapter, complete with orgasms and all. This is the chapter, along with the next chapter are the reason for the change in the rating. There will also be a few moments of Gaelic phrases, so I suggest you get your translators handy! Enjoy!
The pair made it to the end of March without any more awkward sexual tension. Roxie would invite him over after school every Friday, and every Saturday, Rory would bring her on a little date, usually to a park or a movie. But the previous weekend had gone a little differently, to which neither of them wanted to object. Friday afternoon, they spent the few hours they had making out up in Roxie's bedroom through the fourth Harry Potter movie, and Saturday was spent in Rory's room when Brittany and her parents were out, the two teens rolling each other around in his bed. Roxie became used to the sensation of his large hands roaming over her chest and ass, and it made her quite happy to count in her head how many times she could run her hands down his back and groping over his ass before he would pull back just a little bit to keep any sort of movement in his jeans under control.
The attraction that they were beginning to feel toward each other was very different to them. They were each other's first real, serious significant other, and it was the first time that they'd had one constant person causing them to become sexually frustrated. Roxie technically knew that it was because they were so close, so in love, that the hormones in their bodies craved more and more out of every touch, but she could tell Rory hardly cared what the scientific explanation was. All he knew was that every time Roxie's small, pallid hand traced down his stomach or through his hair or across his ass, his entire body would ignite in a fire that he never wanted to extinguish.
Sometimes though, the attraction they were feeling would present itself at very inopportune moments. For instance, Roxie took part in a huge number with some of the other girls in singing Cell Block Tango, in which she sang the part of Velma, and as the rest of the club watched the spectacle in the seats of the auditorium, Rory watched her with dark, fixed eyes as she danced in her pathetic excuse for a costume, shifting around and crossing his legs. Just a matter of days after that, Roxie's insides were spun around when Rory sang a note so low, she could have sworn she felt her ovaries vibrate.
What was starting to confuse Roxie was that usually, when they would get each other wound up, they could make out at the end of the day, and the tension was gone. But lately, she'd return home, her mouth still slightly reddened and her hands still tingling from his warmth, and not yet satisfied. For her to ever claim that she'd never curiously explored her own body before would be a lie; but the day that she came home, slipped into the shower, and wandered her small hands around her skin, her eyes screwed shut into the thought that they were instead Rory's large, hot hands for the first time still seemed like a blur to her.
Rory felt completely consumed by the feelings Friday. Roxie had invited him over, her house empty until later that evening. They sat on her bed awkwardly; Rory laid down on her bed, his head against her pillows and his hands behind his head, and Roxie settled cross-legged next to him, tuning her uke. She watched her hands move from the strings to the tuning knobs, pressing some notes into the frets. He wanted to slap himself for admiring the movements her hands made, but all he could think about was what else she could do with her hands. Awkwardly, he propped a leg up to hide any movement again.
"So…" Roxie said quietly, trying to break my silence. Rory thoughtlessly quirked an eyebrow. Just her voice was beginning to set him off.
"So," he replied, quirking an eyebrow once again. She forced away a flush, trying not to groan. Lately, those random little eyebrow arches were beginning to drive her crazy. Bored and trying to ease the feelings in the pit of her stomach, she set her uke down onto her bedside table, causing Rory's eyes to fall on the Tangled songbook. "You never caught me up on that Disney audition."
Roxie's face fell. "I didn't get it. They, um… chose someone taller and… more blonde," she said softly, staring at her hands as they fell into her lap. Rory sat up, placing a hand on her back soothingly, his other hand on her hip.
"I'm sorry, taibhseach," he said in her ear, his breath warm. She went stiff, trying to hold back a shudder at the way the word left his lips, low. "You would have been the most beautiful Rapunzel in the world. Is breá liom tú." Roxie relaxed when he said nothing else in the gorgeous language. Rory noticed this, now sitting behind her with both hands on her waist.
"I love you too," she replied quietly. Rory slowly brought his hands up to her shoulders, gently squeezing them to help relieve some of her tension. Roxie groaned into his touch, her head dropping back down and her eyes closing. She bit her lip when his hands kneaded at either side of her neck. "Um… you… y-you can say other things in Gaelic… if you want…"
Rory smirked, his hands back at her shoulders again, massaging them once again. "What would you like me to say?"
Roxie shook her head. "Anything."
He continued to smirk, moving her curls away so he wouldn't tug on her hair, pushing them to one side and leaning into the opposite ear as he kneaded her shoulders. It wasn't usually like him to casually speak Gaelic. Honestly, he hated learning it in school. But ever since the first time he spoke it around Roxie, he noticed the effect it had on her, and began brushing up on a series of things to say to her when this moment would arise. "Is tú an créatúr is áille sa domhan." He half-grinned when he heard a very soft groan pass her lips. Plucking up the courage, Rory lowered his mouth past hear ear, softly kissing the side of her neck as his hands slid down her back and onto her hips.
"Rory…" she managed to mewl out at the contact. He planted two more kisses against the small column of flesh, his hands moving onto her stomach.
"Tá tú fuair an comhlacht is taibhseach mé riamh leagan súl de," he said huskily into her ear, his large hands slipping up to her ribcage. He bit his lips, embarrassed as her hands grabbed onto his. He blushed, opening his mouth to apologize, but he let out a low groan when she moved his hands with hers up to her breasts.
"Mmm," she groaned easily as his hands timidly moved against her chest, trying her hardest not to arch against him. She turned just slightly, capturing his mouth, open and wet. She turned out of his arms, pushing him back down onto her bed. It was just like any other Friday afternoon once again, but Roxie wouldn't remember the last time she saw this weak, yet hungry gleam in Rory's gorgeous blue eyes as he opened his mouth.
"I hold on so nervously to me and my drink. I wish it was cooling me…"
Roxie eased herself up, straddling him, then leaning down to connect their mouths again. She brushed her lips across his cheek and over the curve of his jaw. She gave him a gentle bite below his ear, reveling in the deep groan that he let out.
"Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you…"
She was settled oh-so perfectly against his thigh; she slightly straddled left leg, his right leg caught over her other leg. Rory could almost feel her heat through his jeans and her small cotton shorts (McKinley ones that he can only imagine Brittany had given her), and Roxie was beginning to pride herself on the bulge that she was so firmly pressed against when she leaned forward to kiss him, tangling her hands in his hair.
"If your body matches what your eyes can do, you'll probably move right through me on my way to you…"
Rory took the kiss as an opportunity to flip himself on top of her, their hips grinding together and their legs switching positions in the deep tangle. She looked up at him through hooded lids, seeing his cheeks flushed and bottom lip red from worrying it. He pushed his hips against hers again, pressing his evident bulge against her and causing them both to let out noises. "Rory, shit…"
They slowly began rut against each other, hips rolling and jerking as puffy breaths of hot air left their mouths. Rory let out a deep, low groan, moaning it into Roxie's mouth as he kissed her. She can hear her bed making these terrible creaking noises, and they make her thank God that the house was empty save for the two teenagers writhing and gasping against each other. "Oh, fuck…" Rory manages weakly. He's not even sure what he's saying anymore; all he can focus on is the fact that the pace has quickened. He's so hard and his eyes roll into the back of his head when he thinks that Roxie could even be touching it right now. He looks beneath him as he moves, seeing her head back and lips parted, dark curls splayed over her pillows, panting and gasping in time with his movements.
"God, Rory, I love you…" she cried, her hand fisted in his hair as they jerk together again, and that's enough to send Rory into a throaty, cackling moan, a rough, ragged orgasm washing over him, dampening his jeans and threatening to seep through Roxie's shorts, but it's now hers to cherish while her own orgasm wracks through her just a few seconds later.
Rory slumped against her, his legs sore and face flushed. "R-roxie…" he said weakly, but she cut him off, pressing her lips to his. "I-I… I wanted that to go a little… better…"
She smiled at him, her own pale face flushed from their activity. "It was perfect to me."
Okay. There it is. Chapter 9. I know it's not that far off from where chapter 8 left off, and chapter 10 will probably continue with the pair losing their virginities to each other since Rory will only be in America for a short amount of time.
Anyways, I really hoped you enjoyed it! The song was Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.
Comments are love!
