A/N: Ok, so first off thank you to all the wonderful people who've left me reviews. I was more than a little scared about posting this story so it's nice to know that at you guys like it so much! This is a major Pete/Allie chapter, their relationship gets a lot more serious in this and the nxt ch, plus ch. 11 has a fair bit of GSE action in it. So enjoy and don't forget to review!
"Fuck me, its freezing!" Pete breathed, practically falling into his flat with Allie right behind him still clutching his hand. Having been among the last to leave the wedding reception at just gone 1am, they had decided to make the best of the early morning warmth and walked home from the tube station…at which point it had started pouring with rain, dissolving all the warmth from the air and saturating both Pete and Allie as they legged it the whole way back to his flat.
"You alright?" he looked at her as she stood there shivering but with a definite smile on her face. Reaching out, he gently rubbed her arms and pulled her to him, walking them both further into the living room and snatching the throw off of the back of the sofa, draping it around her bare shoulders.
"I'm fine," she laughed. "Wish I could say the same for my shoes though," she held up the completely wrecked pair of Jimmy Choo's that she had 'borrowed' from work to go with her dress.
"Shit, sorry," Pete winced, knowing that it was his fault because he had suggested they take the short cut through the park…and the mud. "I got your dress as well,"
"Don't worry about it," she waved her had dismissively. "At least we made it back alive," she grinned when Pete gently pulled a twig out of her hair. "Barely."
"You need to get out of those clothes," Pete told her, frowning at the goose bumps on her skin.
"Subtle," Allie laughed, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend and trying not to blush. Even though they had been together for almost three months now, they were yet to take that particular step in their relationship; that wasn't to say that nothing had happened between them. It had…oh, boy had it. Allie silently cursed herself as she felt the blush creeping up her neck; but neither of them had ever been in a relationship like this before, and if she was honest she was scared of ruining it. Scared of giving letting him in so completely that she'd never be able to let go, and as much as she loved him, Pete didn't seem like the kind of guy you could tie down.
"Alright smart arse," Pete grinned at her. "I'll go find you something before you get fucking pneumonia." Pulling her down the hallway with him, he pushed open the door to his bedroom and Allie looked around curiously having never been in here before.
It was…nice; there were photos of him and Steve with their mum and who she assumed was his dad when they were kids, a few of him with his class and…
"When did you get this?" she held up the photo of the two of them. It had obviously been taken without either of them knowing as they walked hand in hand through a snowy Hyde Park laughing at something.
"What?" Pete glanced up from where he was still rummaging through his closet and squinted to see what she was holding. "Oh, uh, I think Lara took it." He shrugged, standing up and handing her a pair of boxers and a jumper. "I nicked it out of the pile of photos on your kitchen table."
"It's really nice," she smiled, putting it back where she found it and turning towards him. "Nice bowl cut by the way," she giggled, pointing to the photo of himself and Steve.
"Fuck off," he laughed. "I was six, and it was the 80's, I had no say in it,"
"Hey, I'm not saying anything," Allie held her hands up innocently. "I think you look cute," she looked at the photo closer and laughed. "For a hoodlum that is; what's with the black eye?"
"Steve fucking kicked me in the face on the swings the day before," he shook his head at the memory. "Not that it was a bad thing…birds dig the whole wounded look."
"I'm sure," Allie rolled her eyes and picking up the jumper he'd placed beside her on the dresser. "Is this going to fit?"
"You're having a laugh aren't you?" he smirked, holding the jumper against her and laughing when he realised it went to just above her knees.
"Hey, it's not my fault my ancestors were all bloody midgets," she took the jumper out of his hands and tossed it onto the bed. "Sod off so I can get dressed."
Winking at her, Pete moved to walk past her, placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder as he went, not letting himself think about how good she tasted, or whether the rest of her skin tasted the same…or the fact that there was a bed less than five feet away from them. Shutting the door, he took a deep breath trying to determine when he'd turned into horny 16 year old again?
A sudden flash of lightening lit up the darkened living room, a loud clap of thunder following soon after. Pulling off his suit jacket and shirt, he reached into the wash basket, yanking out the first thing he could find and slipping the white t-shirt over his head as he walked blindly into the kitchen and switched on the kettle.
Watching the door shut behind him, Allie reached up and began to undo her necklace, wincing when she realised that the rain had caused it to become tangled up in her hair.
"Ow, shit!" she hissed as she tried tugging it once more, only to pull out what seemed to be a substantial chunk of hair.
"You alright in there?" Pete called through the door, trying not to laugh as another string of curse words left her mouth.
"Uh, yeah," she called back with a laugh. "My necklace is lodged in my hair and I think if I pull it anymore I'm risking baldness,"
"Need some help?" he asked, peeking around the corner of the door and grinning at her as she stood looking at him, one hand holding her hair up the other infused in the tangle at the nape of her neck.
"Do you mind?" she asked, tilting her head to one side.
"Turn around," he instructed her, taking a deep breath as she did so, her body brushing against his, her scent filling his nose and making him forget what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he gently began untangling the chain from her honey coloured hair which had begun to curl as it dried, pulling a strand, he felt Allie flinch and immediately stopped.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked her softly.
"No, you're fine." She told him, biting her lip to keep her voice in check; the feel of his hands against her naked skin was amazing and it just made her realise that she wanted more of that feeling.
"Almost got it," he whispered to her, grinning with pride when he successfully extracted the jewel from her hair and handed it to her over her shoulder. "Done,"
"Hey," she smiled, taking it out of his hand and looking down at the small diamond daisy charm in her hand. "And I still have most of my hair, you're officially my hero," she joked, smiling over her shoulder at him.
Meeting his eyes, she saw that there was no humour there, only that same intense look from earlier that made her stomach flip flop. His blue eyes reminded her of an ocean as he gazed at her, a light green hidden in the sapphire depths. Allie shivered slightly when she saw his gaze drift down to her lips, and she took a deep shuddering breath as he gently cupped her face in his hand, tilting it up to his.
Pete was sure he felt his heart stop at the feel of her lips under his, so soft and eager as she lifted a hand to clutch at the damp material of his shirt. Another clap of thunder sounded outside the window, but this time, she didn't seem to care, turning in his arms and letting him deepen the kiss, moaning quietly as his tongue brushed against hers.
Pulling away, Pete gently rubbed his face against hers, his hands running up and down her arms, liking the way she breathlessly whispered his name before kissing his earlobe.
Leaning his head down, he began kissing her shoulder, moving up to her neck and sucking gently on the pulse point, hearing her gasp, he sucked harder, the animalistic wave washing through his determined to leave a mark. Licking the red mark he had left, Pete met her eyes again seeing the lust within them mirroring his own; brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, he kissed her forehead and whispered her name.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers working the buttons on his shirt; he couldn't let this happen without her knowing how he felt…she wasn't like the girls he had been with before, he needed to her to know how much he loved her, how important she was to him.
"Allie," he mumbled, his brain not functioning like it should as she leaned down at ran her tongue over the skin of his chest.
"Fuck, I want you so much," he whispered, pulling her mouth back to his and feeling her lips curve up into a smile. Pulling away from her, he looked into her emerald eyes, his heart quickening as he prepared to say the words that he had never said to anyone before in his life.
"I love you," he whispered, watching her eyes widen. She stared back at him for a long moment and Pete felt his stomach sink; the first time in his life he'd ever said those words to a girl and he'd somehow managed to fuck it up.
"Pete," she smiled softly, reaching up and kissing him with all she had in her. "I love you, too." Kissing him again, she pushed herself as close to him as she could possibly get, sighing as his arms tightened around her, lifting her off of the floor. "Make love to me," she whispered, meeting his eyes and letting him know that she meant it, that she was sure. She got her answer when Pete kissed her hard, his hand tangling in her soft hair while the other gently stroked her hip through her dress.
Picking her up, Pete placed her on the edge of his dresser, ignoring the various items that fell to the floor and moving to stand in between her legs as she threw his shirt to the ground, bending her head and placing open mouthed kisses along his chest, making her way up his throat and back to his mouth. He held her there, not wanting to let her go as her hands moved to unbuckle his belt; resting his head in the crook of her neck and moaning her name. Once he felt her unzip his trousers, Pete stepped out of them, not wasting a moment before pulling her back into his arms and kissing her thoroughly; letting a hand drift down from her face, he toyed with the zipper on the side of her dress, unsure of whether he was moving too fast, the thought soon pushed out of his head as Allie's tongue swept over his lips, her arms locking around his neck as she pressed her body even closer to his. Picking her up once more, Pete walked them over to his bed, breaking their kiss for a moment as he gently lay her down before lowering himself down to her waiting arms. He pulled down the zip on her dress and cursed as he realised his hands were shaking slightly; he tugged the material down her body and bit back a moan as she kicked it off onto the floor, leaving her lying underneath him in only her underwear.
The green and black lace contrasted against her alabaster skin, almost making her glow; Pete smiled at the little noises escaping her throat as he ran his fingers over the newly exposed skin, dipping his head and kissing his way down her throat, across her collar bone and down to the valley between her breasts. Eventually making his way back up to claim her lips once more, Pete wondered if this was actually happening; maybe there was a chance that Mikey had beaten him into a coma that night on the tube and this was all a big, long dream. He growled slightly as Allie lightly scrapped her fingernails across his shoulders and decided that if this was a dream, he would rather die than wake up. Sitting up and pulling her with him so that she was practically sat in his lap, Pete ran his tongue down Allie's throat causing her to throw her head back and moan, her hands moving feverishly up and down his back. Reaching around, he Pete found the clasp of her bra and released it, throwing the offensive material to one side and letting his mouth drift lower to taste the newly revealed flesh.
"Oh my God, Pete!" Allie cried, digging her nails into the back of his neck as he cupped her sensitive breasts. His hands ran down over her stomach to gently stroke her thighs, and he smiled against her skin as she let out a long sigh. He kisses continued to move lower, down over her taut stomach all the way to her toes at which point she giggled, for a second frightened she had spoiled the mood but then she felt Pete's own laughter against her knee and grinned.
Moving back up her body, Pete seized her lips again, his tongue swiping at her lips demanding entrance to her mouth which she granted willingly; dear God, this man knew how to kiss. She could feel her body responding to his ministrations and even though she hated herself for it, knew that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. And it seemed unfair that she was having all the fun…with a grin, she pushed Pete onto his back, catching the surprised look he gave her before crashing her mouth back down onto his.
Allie trailed her hands down to his chest, liking the way his muscles twitched under her fingertips as his own hands buried themselves in her hair. Moving down, she sucked gently on the skin of his neck feeling the blood rushing beneath her lips and bit down gently; he moaned and Allie smiled against his skin with womanly satisfaction as she felt him pressing hard against her leg. Running her fingers down his chest, her mouth followed suit gently tracing the lines of his tattoo with her tongue as her fingers bravely drifted down to the faint trail of hair that disappeared into his boxers.
"Allie!" Pete hissed, bucking his hips as she brushed against him through the black cotton. Pete squeezed his eyes shut as her mouth moved lower on his stomach, his control was slipping and if she carried on this way, it would be non-existent. Resting his hands on her hips, he kneaded the skin before trailing one hand up her stomach and in between her breasts until he was cupping the side of her face.
Opening his eyes, he watched as she bit her lip, her green eyes darkening as her fingers danced over the elastic band of his boxers. Before she could make another move, Pete dipped his own hand into her green and black silk panties, watching as she threw her head back, crying out his name loudly. Allie squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure washed through her body, biting her lip as she rocked gently against his hand.
"Baby, please," she moaned, opening her eyes a second later and finding Pete above her, his eyes darkening as he watched the sheer bliss on her face.
When had he managed to do that? She thought with a frown.
She almost cried out in protest when Pete removed his hand, pulling away from her slightly as he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them off onto the floor. Grinning, he caught the faint blush on her cheeks as she looked at him, biting her lip in anticipation; Allie had only been with two guys before Pete, her first boyfriend in college when she was 17 and then Will; shuddering at the thought of the latter, all thoughts were pushed out of her head when Pete brushed a strand of hair out of her face, gently kissing her lips as his hands stalled on the waist band of her underwear.
She met his bright blue eyes, shivering slightly at the love and intensity she saw in them. Noticing the slight uncertainty there, Allie raised her hips, encouraging him to remove the last barrier between them; gently sliding the material down her legs, Pete swallowed hard and tried to maintain his control as she lay before him completely naked. Feeling Allie tug his hand, he looked up and saw the concern in her eyes; he sent her a fast, reassuring smile as he fell back on top of her, groaning her name at the feel of her body beneath his.
Allie cried out as he began to suck on her neck, his mouth pressing harder against the skin when her legs tightened around him; Pete hissed her name as she lifted her hips up to his, their bodies subconsciously moving in the rhythm that they both wanted to badly to give in to.
Linking her hand with his, Pete pressed a gently kiss against her ear, giving them both a second to calm down; he could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, her breath coming out in harsh pants as he rested against her for a minute. His fingers lazily grazed her sides and he smiled against her as she giggled at the sensation; it was all becoming too much, and Pete knew that in a second he would be too far gone to think about any of it. Pulling away for a moment, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at her; her green eyes wide as she looked up at him, so open and trusting, it almost scared him, her lips reddened and slightly swollen from his kisses, the fast developing marks he had left on her neck, the gentle smile she gave him as she reached up to cup his cheek.
"Are you ok?" she whispered, shuddering when he kissed her palm.
Looking at her for a long moment, Pete could feel himself shaking; he knew that he should be thinking about the GSE, about the danger her could be putting her in, about how unfair it was on her that she had to put up with all his bullshit. But he couldn't; all he could think about was how amazing she was, how incredible she felt beneath him, fitting there so perfectly, like they'd been made for this.
"Never better," he promised her with a grin, lowering his lips back down to hers. So maybe Pete Dunham didn't deserve perfection, but here it was, waiting for him…and who was he to say no?