Yes, we're having two of these in a row and you have this video to blame (flyingwindill - tumblr - post/162973785752). I usually don't like to post these as soon as I'm done writing, but I didn't want to wait for this video to die. I just - I don't know how I slept at night after watching this tbh.

Enjoy!

R.I.H.: Comfort, Waiting

Family: Children, Family

Sex Yeah: Momentz, Charger

x. Charger

It felt so good to be up on stage again, even though it was not the first time she performed since the Humanz tour began. Too many years passed between the fall of her windmill island and the definite reunion between her and her family, so it was nice to feel like she was going back to that old routine of when she was only a child or a teen. Noodle grinned at the audience as she began the first notes of Charger, the steps she took around the stage muted by the loud music. Dressed in a red fitting long sleeved shirt, a black miniskirt and her favorite pair of over the knee, high-heeled boots, she was in such a high that she did not want the night to end.

It was one of her favorite songs to play from this album and she liked watching 2D perform it. From where they stood away from each other, Noodle closer to the front than the singer, she had a clear view of his face. His singing always got progressively more intense as the song went on and she adored the way he pinched his brows and sang aggressively near the end of it. It was not always that she got the chance to watch him from the front as he performed, so of course Noodle was going to make good use of the opportunity she had been given.

That being said, her eyes took in his performance hungrily and her gaze appreciatively travelled up and down his body to take in his movements. God, she loved it when he moved his hips to the beat like that and the fingers of his free hand curled to resemble claws, the veins of his neck popping, his teeth – or whatever was left – bared and gritted. It made her want to get all over him and touch every inch of his body. It made her feel so excited.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head and Noodle chocked on her own spit. It was a good thing she was wearing her heart shaped sunglasses, and it was a miracle that her expression remained schooled in that same grin she had before and her fingers had not stopped playing and fucked up the song. 2D was aroused! Actually aroused! The way the lights played and danced over him made it easier for her to see the obvious volume on the front of his pants and he actually began to thrust into the air and – he had never done that! The only person to ever do something like that before had been Murdoc and it never looked this good; she always felt a little creeped out by that but whatever.

Her mouth was watering and felt dry simultaneously. Noodle pressed her legs together and now wished the concert would end already so she could seek refuge in her room and take care of the distracting tingling between her legs. 2D was panting when the song finished and met her gaze, flashing her a half smile, half smirk, and it took her all of her self-control not to drop everything and drag him backstage. Noodle growled and touched a hand to her forehead; it was going to be a long, long performance. Behind her, the crowd cheered and asked for more.

After what felt like an eternity and a half, the concert was finally over and Noodle just wanted to go to the hotel room that, thanks to some god-sent intervention, she had to share with the very cause of her agitation, but Russel held her back on the reception hall of the building to talk. He had noticed that for the last half of the show, after they played Charger, she did not seem to be quite well, although he did not know why. Thinking of an excuse was easy and she chose the one that still made him feel awkward to talk about: periods and cramps. That got the drummer out of her back and he ushered her to her room so she could get some rest, as if she truly would.

The ride up to their floor seemed to take much longer than it should, so by the time the door of the room was closed and locked, Noodle made up for the time she spent inside the elevator. Every couple of steps an article of clothing was left behind, the sound of the running shower getting louder the closer she got to it until she was standing outside its locked door stark naked and ready. More than ready, actually.

The door opened smoothly to reveal the misty inside of the bathroom, the mirror and glasses all fogged due to the vapor, 2D humming a tune to himself as he rinsed out his darkened blue hair. She was aching beyond belief and she had noticed a while ago that she could not take care of it on her own. It was just her luck that the hotel staff got their reservations wrong and did not reserve a room for the singer, and she immediately proposed that they share hers.

He did not hear or notice her when she entered the bathroom and then the glass stall, but his eyes shot open when she pressed herself to him and her hands roamed his back freely. It took him a while to respond to her touches, but once her lips started working on his collarbones and base of his neck, his mouth was hanging open, the feeling of her warm tongue gliding over his wet skin was something he had never thought would feel so good. 2D let himself be pushed against the wall, the cold tiles sending a shiver down his spine and awakening him just barely from his haze to look down at her with lustful eyes.

Feeling his stare burning on the top of her head, Noodle pulled back to look him in the eyes. Beneath the arousal, he seemed amused and intrigued. "Why...?" He rasped, unable to find him voice.

She was so unbearably close to him that she could feel his hardness against her stomach and she was certain she was dripping. Rather than explaining, the guitarist tugged him down and dove in to a deep, passionate kiss, coaxing his tongue into dancing with her own. "A cha-charger..." She pulled away just enough to whisper the words and angled her head for another kiss.

2D smirked with a huff, evading her lips and moving them until she was the one trapped against the wall, repressing another moan as her frame shook from the sudden cold. He knew what she was talking about; from where he was standing on the stage then, he could see her eyes behind the lenses. If he could not, well, he could feel her heavy gaze on him watching as he performed. And that outfit? Might as well be one of his favorites. He would like to take her with that on her body. "Yeh wanna sing, hm?" He murmured in her ear, nipping at her earlobe as best as he could as he stretched his arm across the small stall and shut the water flow. "Sing fo' me, Noodle."

The singer whirled her around, her back to his chest as he moved them out of the stall. Her wet feet touched the simple rug there and she resumed the song, her voice quivering as his hands traveled down her shoulders to her chest to squeeze her breasts. "Everything's supposed to get in..." Noodle sucked in a breath through her teeth when he caught a nipple between two digits and licked her lips. "I just don't know where I'm – ah – getting from."

He hummed in appreciation, his tongue on her ear and his right hand now wandering down her ribs and flat stomach. "A cha-charger."

"What is the cause of it?" Noodle was doing a good job in singing it so far, even though the rhythm was disrupted sometimes by a sigh or a syllable that was dragged out in a hum. "And in that case how... Do you know it's your o-oohh!"

The last words of her sentence were replaced with a long moan when his fingers dipped between her folds, and she pushed her hips back against his, smirking lazily when he hissed beside her ear. "A cha-charger." He continued, voice rough and hard and brows frowning in concentration as he now guided her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Walking with his hand between her legs was odd given the height difference, but it was pleasurable anyway. "What do you say now?" Her back arched, head tilted back, and he was graced with a view of her flushed cheeks and tightly shut eyes. "Thought you could use it–" The rest of the words died as she was turned around suddenly once again and was pushed down onto the soft mattress, his mouth working against hers desperately until she ran out of breath and forgot what she was supposed to do. They were close enough to the edge so her feet were planted on the ground and she was sure his position above her was uncomfortable, but he did not seem to care.

2D made sure to remind her once he pulled away, gazing deeply into her half-lidded eyes. "A cha-charger."

She nodded dumbly, shifting beneath him before he started to move down. "What did you do in it?" Her mind was whirling, spinning fast and she was having trouble to keep up. His fingers were still working against that bundle of nerves and now his tongue was giving attention to one perky nipple. "I bet you're..." What was the rest? Noodle could not seem to recall, it was hard thinking with the way his fingers and mouth were moving. "Racing it? I'm left in a stew – damnit, D!"

The singer released her breast and peeled himself from her, the pace of his fingers now slowed down to a lazy stroke that was driving her insane. "Well done." He praised her, his black eyes warm with lust, and moved away completely to sink to his knees between her legs. Noodle lifted her head to look down at him as if trying to comprehend what he was doing. "Sing."

She frowned at his commands, but quickly shoved her confusion aside as his tongue delved between her folds and she threw her head back with a strangled cry. Repeating the verse once more was incredibly difficult and he kept growling to remind her that she was supposed to keep singing. She was just breathing out the words, whispering them and trying to maintain the melody instead of just humming along in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the guitarist realized that he was making her do this so she would keep from moaning aloud and alerting their two neighbors, Murdoc and Russel, that they were doing a little more than just sharing a bedroom. They were sharing a bed. And doing a little more than just sleeping side by side. The other times they had done this, they were completely alone in the house or everyone was too distracted to notice them missing. However, this time they were placed in a room right between the drummer's and the bassist's and there was no loud music to drown out the sounds any of them could make.

Her fingers weaved through his hair and tugged, pulled him closer, she writhed restlessly on the bed and begged him to end this teasing already in between lines, and he seemed satisfied with this once she had sung the verse a total of three times since they started their little game. 2D hardly had the time to pull away from her and she was already grasping his shoulders and scooting back on the mattress, spreading her legs to accommodate him and kissing him hungrily. Noodle tasted herself in his tongue and squeezed his hips with her thighs until he did what the both of them wanted.

His erection slid in without issue and they hummed in unison, faces apart as they held their breaths. The singer raised his eyes to her face, ready to command her once again, but the order never left his lips because she saw through him and began reciting the lyrics again, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. 2D was transfixed by her, resisting the urge to dip his head and kiss her just so he could watch her face as her lips moved and her soft voice reached his ears. It seemed that whenever something like this happened, one of their songs was involved in some way. He could think back to that day in their home studio late at night and when they hosted that house party.

Noodle was now matching his thrusts, only stopping to take a breath and mending one line to the other so she would not have room to make any noise. The song was just breathy lyrics whispered in a rushed, uneven voice that came from parted lips. 2D himself was gritting his teeth until it hurt so he would not let out any sound that could ruin this and have the both of them get caught by their very angry, aggressive and overprotective bandmates. They never had to worry about it before, so it was a test that, if ended well, they could redo again and again when they were wanting it too much to wait for another chance to be alone.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to him and touching their foreheads together, the last verse of the song, the one in which his lines and Grace's mingled, sounding so surreal as her voice began to fail her and the words finally died in her throat as they gave way to a satisfied, and rather quiet, moan that he swallowed with a kiss. Her walls tightened around him and he felt himself coming closer. A few more thrusts and he joined her into oblivion, his entire body stiffening above her before he collapsed.

Her fingers combed through his damp hair and she smiled softly at him when he lifted his head, welcoming his tender kiss as her eyelids fluttered shut. This was good; this was so good. If he ever got hard during a concert again, she would not mind repeating this, and they could always do something so more hotels would get their reservations wrong.

The next morning, Noodle went down for breakfast alone, leaving 2D behind to sleep in a little more before they had to leave and catch a plane. Russel and Murdoc were there and engaged in a very serious looking discussion that came to an abrupt stop once the drummer saw her approaching them and his face grew rigid. She gave them a quizzical look and a greeting and pulled back one of the chairs set around the circular table.

Noodle sipped the water in her cup and picked the menu up, casually looking through it as Russ tried to organize his thoughts. "Noodle, baby girl." She only hummed in response and waited for him to continue. How could he approach the subject and not make her angry if they were wrong? It was a grave accusation they were about to make. "We were talkin' an'... Well, Murdoc..."

The bassist groaned in exasperation and threw his arms up. "Fo' Satan's sake! I heard moanin' comin' from yer room last night!"

She gave a slight snort and waved a waiter over without looking up from the printed letters. "Of course." Murdoc seemed to go red in the face with anger until he resembled a tomato and Russel got so incredibly pale that Noodle actually felt bad for being so blunt with her lie. "Period and cramps, Russ, remember? I told you I was in pain."

"An' D?" He inquired hesitantly and waited patiently for her to order her meal and close the little booklet.

"He did everything to make me feel better, it was very sweet." She supplied with a slight shrug, inwardly laughing at the fact that Murdoc was the one who was pale now and feeling highly uncomfortable, glancing about as if he wanted to leave.

It was while the bassist was restlessly moving around his chair that the singer joined them, giving them a sleepy greeting and picked up the menu she had just put down. Noodle reached over to him, aware that Russel was watching them with mixed emotions, some relief and some apprehension, but instead of patting his thigh as the drummer thought she was doing, the guitarist actually stroked the jeans covered area near his crotch rather firmly the way he liked, causing him to look at her with a quirked brow.

Noodle gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you for last night, D. You were really helpful."

He gave her a toothless grin that was silly to others but to her, it held a meaning, somehow managing not to blush despite the way he was beginning to get hard again. Russel's shoulders deflated and he nodded as if thanking the heavens, Murdoc missed the entire exchange as he downed a very much needed dose of bourbon in one go, and none of them knew that 2D's smile was the one he always gave her when sex had been great.