He helped me up the stairs which was more than awkward, but it felt okay; because he was here, with me. It would be more embarrassing if he wasn't helping me, and I fell, or tripped over my own foot or something; which was more than likely to happen.
He helped me into my room without comment, although I knew that it was a struggle to get me into my room, and I gasped as I took in the room.
''Wow,'' I breathed, making Rob chuckle besides me. He helped me onto the bed, where I leaned on very carefully, as he helped me put aside the clutches, out of the way. He helped me lay properly onto the bed, when I tried to get up and smiled my gratitude.
I had already kicked off my heels, which were hurting my feet. They ached in response to my wearing heels, and I felt sorry for my feet, I really did. It served me right for wearing heels, really; I knew that. He smiled back at me, as he let go of me.
''I thought the candles…would be appropriate; freesia, you're favorite.'' He told me smartly, as he walked round the side of the bed, and lay on his side, next to me. I smiled at him, because he was just so clever.
How did he know these things; through the Girls?
''Did Rachael tell you?'' I asked him confused. He smiled at me, as he turned slightly, so that he was facing me properly.
''Actually no…not really anyway…I know you use freesia shampoo; I asked Rachael about it, and she said that you preferred freesia candles.'' He explained to me carefully. I nodded my head in response, thinking about that.
''I like it…this whole room…how you've set it out.'' I told him happily. I looked around the room, and took in all of the freesia candles, and the classical music playing the background. I gasped in recognition.
''No way…Debussy?'' I asked him confused. He just grinned in response, a little sheepishly, and nodded his head, before running a hand through his hair.
''It maybe a little strange…what with Edward likening his music, but…I do love Claire De Lune.'' He admitted sheepishly. God, he was even embarrassed; bless him. He looked so sweet when he was embarrassed.
''Don't be embarrassed seriously; I love Debussy's music.'' I told him; not at all embarrassed with my confession. There was nothing wrong with liking classical music, and there was definitely nothing wrong with liking Debussy's either.
He was a legend, and it wasn't just Claire De Lune that I liked. I liked all his classical, piano works; he was a big a legend as the Beatles in my eyes.
''So…is this the part where we should be…compromising?'' I asked him confused, and a little excited. I couldn't help but get all flushed in response to what was bound to about to happen. And my heartbeat instantly took off and sped in excitement.
And my stomach? Don't even ask what my stomach was doing, because I had no idea. Feelings kept whirling around, and fluttering loosely in my stomach, and there was the faintest amount of that strange, fluttering feeling inside my tummy.
It was both a pleasant and disorienting feeling. Pleasant, because it was jumping around in excitement, like my heart; whirling around with the thoughts of what we were about to do. I couldn't seem to stop it either; it just felt like a very natural emotion.
But disorienting because I felt a little sick; and not from nerves this time…but from love. My heart and my stomach had whirled up enough for the emotion to fit. I couldn't think of any other way to describe it.
''It's up to you.'' He confirmed, with an easy shrug. He ran his hand gently around my right hand; tickling and tracing the lines of the inside of my hands gently. He didn't have a clue at how pleasant that felt.
''I…well, I…I think I want to…well, I…know I want to.'' I stuttered; a little nervously. He grinned in delight, and shifted lightly on the bed, until he was right next to me. I watched him, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
He watched me the whole time as his hands rested on the sides of my face, and he leaned as close as he needed to be. He leaned his face gently on the side, and watched me carefully, just before his lips came down on mine.
I sighed against his lips and fell deep into his kiss. I kissed him back with the same softness that he was using with me, but it wasn't enough. I needed more, I needed him to know just how much I loved him, how much I cared for him.
I kissed him back with as much urgency as possible, whilst my hands trailed to the back of his hair, and tightened in the back of them glorious strands. I took the chance while his hands lingered on my hips, and I was glad I did.
I pulled away from his lips for a moment, and took his lower lip between my teeth. He froze straight away in shock, and I took the chance in being able to taste his lips; I mean really taste him. My tongue lingered on the outside of his lips; savoring the taste of mint and alcohol…and a sweet hint of cigarettes.
He groaned then in response, and his hands released themselves from my hips, pushing me down onto the bed, until he very lightly lingered over me. He was careful-as usual-not to push me down too hard, with his weight, but it was enough to feel his body over me…lingering just above.
His hands roamed again, down my sides, until they met my hips. He never once broke away from my lips besides when we began to need oxygen. I noticed how his lips were swollen from our activities and it made me smile.
Because, I had done that; I had kissed him so roughly that I had left my mark on him. I felt a tingling proud-ness due to the fact that I had actually left my mark on him…that I had succeeded in letting people know just what we had been up to.
His lips ran lower and lower, away from my face, after kissing both of my flushed cheeks, and he tipped my chin back, so that he could get the full access of my neck. I gulped visibly, as my eyes came into contact with the ceiling.
I focused on that as he playfully kissed my neck, before pulling away, and kept repeating the movement. He kissed harder on the skin there, until I was gasping for breath…gasping for something that I needed.
I wasn't sure what it was, but my hands were on either side of our bodies, tightening and un-tightening around the duvet, as a form of trying to busy myself. It was the only way I could stop myself groaning or worse.
And then as his lips got more urgent on my neck, he finally clamped down his teeth on the sensitive skin there. I gasped, and instantly allowed my body to come into closer contact with him. My body jerked upwards on its own accord; meeting his hips and waist.
He groaned, and bit down harder on the skin there, before soothingly sucking the vulnerable skin that ached where his teeth had clamped down; I whimpered-unable to stop myself-as his lips were making the vulnerable skin feel more soothing straight away.
His hands found mine; releasing my hands from the duvet. They had been so tight, so wrapped around the duvet that I could feel the redness they had turned from holding on so hard. His hands rubbed against mine soothingly, making the muscles in my fingers calm once more.
I allowed myself to calm underneath his touch again; feeling all the tense release from my body as he finally released his lips away from my throat. I knew what he had done too; he had given me a love bite, and I wasn't sure on whether I should be angry or happy at this moment.
I stuck to being happy; what was there to be angry about? The Girls all knew that we were dating after all. So it wasn't as though we were hiding anything from them or anything, so it really didn't matter very much.
He looked me up and down a few times, and I watched him confused as he did. I didn't understand that expression on his face; questioning, but trying not to be rude too…trying not to just stare. Not that I minded or anything.
''Charlie…can I undress you?'' He asked, as though he never had before. We had done it for the past few nights, so it wasn't something unfamiliar. But I knew why he wanted to ask for my permission, and it made me smile; it was so sweet.
''Yes…please.'' I begged; desperate for him to do it. I so badly wanted him to, he had no idea. He smiled and reached for my hand again; entwining our fingers gently once more, as he rubbed the back of my hand gently with my thumb.
He let go then, and savored my expression as he reached up my legs, starting from the very bottom, at my ankles, and working all the way up slowly, and rubbing my legs soothingly. And it was working a treat; I had to admit.
He reached the end of my dress, where his movements stopped; asking me with his eyes for my consent. I nodded, because I was unable to give no answer; how could I really say no to him? I wanted him.
He smiled, still watching me, as his hands trailed underneath my dress, higher up my legs. And the excitement kicking in, making my heart beat so erratically spread down to my stomach, and shot all the way down my thighs and to my feet.
He hissed in shock as his hands caught the suspender belt on my thighs. His movements stopped, and he watched me confused, shocked even. I gulped quietly in response to the expression on his face, and forced a nervous smile in return.
''Rachael's idea,'' I gasped; hoping that he would desperately carry on. He nodded, looking from me to the stockings; still in shock.
''Is she trying to kill me?'' He mumbled to himself; grumbling the words, and groaning in horror as he spoke. I watched him closely-unable to do anything else-as he greedily found my lips again, as his hands made their way higher again.
He expertly unclasped the stockings from my thighs, and pulled the stocking away from my legs with extra-careful slowness, and I couldn't even watch, as his lips expertly took control of the kiss so perfectly.
As soon as the stockings were almost off of my legs, he pulled away from my lips, and threw my stockings off of me, and onto the floor; making me giggle helplessly into my hands. He returned the small chuckle, and we laughed together.
His hands pulled my hands away from my face though, and I watched him-still laughing-as he pressed his lips back down to mine. I groaned in delight, all the laughter gone in a moment, now that it was back to being serious again.
His hands found my naked legs, and although I should be feeling conscious right now…I couldn't be bothered admittedly. I didn't feel anything but warmth; his body gently pressed upon my body; the warmth of his chest, and erratic heartbeat on top of my own.
He pushed the dress higher and higher up my legs, until he was forced to pull away from my own lips. He backed his face away, and looked at what he was doing. He took in the small skirt that I had on underneath my dress, above my panties.
He took a deep breath, but it was too shaky. He allowed his hands to skim the edge of my skirt before his fingers slowly dipped underneath my skirt, giving me time to pull away. I didn't need any time to pull away, because I wasn't going to.
''Why…on earth…god,'' he groaned, as his hand came into contact with my panties, just below the actual skirt. I watched as he tugged at the edge of them; as though he might actually rip them off. I was struggling to breathe, so I reminded myself to, internally.
He stopped then, and pulled his hand out of my skirt, before he pulled roughly at the buttons on my skirt. I watched as he roughly pulled them down my legs then, and off of me, as quickly as possible. He threw them on the floor, making me giggle uncontrollably.
He seemed so eager that it was impossible not to laugh, even though I was almost half-naked in front of his ever-roaming eyes. He looked so out-of-control of these emotions by this stage, that I quickly stopped laughing.
It was impossible to find something so serious, so…intense anything near remotely funny. Now was the time to be serious, and act like the adults we were. Because right now, god damn it, I couldn't seem to be able to wait for another moment to have him.
''You won't be needing that anymore tonight.'' He confirmed about the skirt in that beautiful British accent of his. The roughness of it only made him sound even more beautiful than anything else I'd ever heard.
His lips found mine, at the same time that his hands darted back under my dress, and skimmed the edge of my panties again. My heart accelerated again, beating in time to his own erratic heartbeat above mine.
The excitement of it all was more than anything I had ever felt before; it was amazing, how it made my heart lurch for the love and the lust combined that I held for him. His hands pulled away my panties at the same time that his teeth sunk into my lower lip gently.
I gasped-as he pulled away from my lips-in shock. He was already looking away, throwing the panties onto the floor like how he had with my skirt and stockings. Things were getting so heated now, and it was taking all of me to breathe in and out correctly.
''I don't think we'll be needing those either.'' He confirmed in the same, amazingly rough voice, as he began to pull my dress up again. He checked with his eyes that it was alright with me, and I could only nod my head in response. Even if I wanted to stop…I couldn't.
His eyes diverted to my legs as he pulled my dress past my thighs. I watched as his eyes widened in response, and I couldn't help but feel a little smug. He gulped audibly, making me smile. My confidence rose…just a little bit.
''God…you're so…beautiful, I can't even…tell you. Every inch of you…wow.'' He repeated in that amazing, rough voice of his. I huffed in response though; making his eyes find mine in confusion. I wasn't beautiful.
''Even them awful freckles on my legs?'' I asked him; grimacing as I thought of the wretched things on my legs. But he just smiled at me in response; his grey, smoldering eyes glistening with sweet emotion.
''Freckles are a sign of beauty, and you…you are so beautiful…more so than I could ever imagine a person…to be.'' He complimented me, before his hands skimmed the sensitive skin below my stomach.
I gasped in shock as his fingers gingerly brushed my skin there, before his face came up and asked for permission again…permission to take off my dress. I shook my head at him, making him even more confused.
''It's your turn,'' I reminded him, smiling at him in reassurance as I brushed away a strand of his hair that had slipped from behind his ears. I brushed the small strand of hair back tenderly, and watched as he smiled back at me.
''Oh, of course…sorry,'' he replied; getting himself off of me, and preparing himself to undo his trouser button. Did he really think that he could get away with that that easily? He did undress me, after all.
''It's my turn,'' I warned him; sounding more venomous than I meant to. He grinned as I leaned over the bed, and undid his shirt buttons for him. I took my time on purpose, because I truly wanted to savor the moment, for this one.
I mean if I was being truthful here; I'd fantasized about this enough times, being that crazy fan girl. And Rachael and Tasha couldn't laugh at that; I mean look how they looked at Kellan and Jackson. They had been fans of them before they had met them.
I pushed his shirt back so that I could really get a look, unable to truly help myself. He shivered in delight as I moved my hands on his chest, peeling away his shirt. He helped me with the sleeves, before quickly taking it off of me, and throwing it to the floor for me.
He returned my smile, before his lips came crashing back down on mine, with the same urgency as before. I sighed contently against his lips; pleased with his eagerness, because through his kiss, I could sense the same feelings and emotions that I felt for him.
I took my hands away from his hair, and trailed them down slowly to his trousers, where I undid the button; never breaking away from his kiss, until I was forced to gain more oxygen. I was already breathless, as I pulled away.
Even then, his lips kissed my neck, shoulder, and chin; leaving their gentle trail as I slid his trousers away from his legs slowly; still not too sure about what I was really doing here. He broke his lips away from my skin, and got up off the bed, to pull his trousers free from his legs.
They too found their way on the floor, on top of his shirt and tie. He smiled at me nervously, before climbing back onto the bed slowly, and leaning over to me, until he found my lips once more; kissing me softly.
We had kissed so much tonight, but I couldn't get enough. I didn't want this to ever stop, and right now…what I was feeling…it was just incredible. I couldn't possibly describe it correctly, without doing the compliment harm.
He pushed me back onto the bed, with irresistible force, and his body once again found mine; lingering above me with the same delightful carefulness. I pushed my hands back into his hair, at the same time that his hands found my legs once more.
He pulled away from my lips once more-giving us time for oxygen-and his eyes scanned my legs as he pulled my dress away from my body slowly. I could only watch too-nervous-as he pushed my dress further up my hips.
I pushed myself up from the bed once more, and helped him throw my dress over my head; watching him took me in anxiously. He watched me the whole time; even when he threw my dress on the floor with the remainder of our clothes.
He took me in; his eyes scanning me and making me blush furiously. Eventually his eyes found mine, and I couldn't help but take in the depth of them. They were sparkling-quite literally-and his grey eyes smoldered in the pale lights from the candles.
''Beautiful,'' he murmured, before his lips came back and crashed into mine again. I kissed him back, my hand finding the back of his hair again, as his teeth gently took my upper lip between them; allowing his tongue to dart out and savor the tracing of my lips.
His hands went to my chest; just above my bra, and I lifted my body up a little, to allow him to gain access; because I knew what he wanted to do. His hands eagerly pressed behind my back, and unclasped my bra.
And yet again, my heart took off, and sped like a hummingbird's wings; maddeningly crashing against his own erratic heartbeat. I helped him take it off, before he released my lips again, so that he could throw it on the floor, again.
I watched him nervously as his eyes ran down, and up; taking me in, and all I could do was blush furiously; my hands still locked tightly into the back of his hair. I didn't want him watching; I wanted to kiss him, again.
''So…so….so beautiful,'' he murmured in the same sweetly rough voice, making me shudder. I couldn't get over how beautiful his voice was; especially like this. I tried to press his head lower, to reach mine.
He understood instantly, and his lips came back to mine; now unbearably soft, as he began to deepen the kiss this time. I sighed contently against his lips, and my hands traced the muscles on his chest; feeling them ripple underneath my touch.
He shuddered in what I hoped was delight, as they trailed off and down his chest and stomach, until they found the top of those glorious, Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother trying to pull away from my lips this time, as I pulled them down extremely carefully on the sides.
I pulled them carefully off of his legs, with help from him, where he took them off of me; and threw them onto the floor carelessly, making me smile. He hadn't even broken away from my lips, he was that good.
I pulled him away from me though, because despite the sickening nervous feeling that I was getting in the pit of my stomach; I wanted to see, I had to see. I pulled his body up and away from me, making him confused.
I just smiled, and ran my eyes lower from his face and down his chest slowly and finally to where his boxers had been. My god, if I hadn't been sickeningly nervous before, I certainly was now. I was petite in all ways, and he…well, he was just…oh my god.
He was so beautiful too; so beautiful, and I meant that. The same color strand of hair on his stomach, went further down to where he was, and I just couldn't get over how beautiful he was…everywhere. He really was like Adonis; but better, more perfect in every single way.
He smiled back-noticing my panic-trying to soothe my fears. ''If it hurts too much then…of course I'll pull away. Just tell me, let me know.'' Of course I wouldn't let him know, whether it hurt or not. I wanted this, more than anything right now.
''Uh-huh,'' I agreed simply; pressing his lips urgently down to mine. I felt his tongue-gentle and warm-making its way into my mouth, making me sigh contently. And then I remembered…the condoms in the drawer.
I broke away from his lips then. ''Wait, you forgot something.'' I told him; easing his confusion. I gently leaned over to the bedside drawer and pulled out the packet of condoms. He took one of them into his hands, as I placed the packet back into the drawer.
I took a deep breath, and readied myself for this moment. He pulled the condom on, and I swallowed back the nervous lump in my throat. It was either now or never, after all. We kissed and kissed again then and kissed, and it seemed a long time until I finally felt his body move into mine perfectly.
Oh my god…this really was happening….this really was going to happen. I wasn't breathing properly; I was almost hyperventilating by now, and I was kinda scared that I might just ruin the moment, and have a panic attack or something stupid like that.
He pulled himself away from my face and watched me with half-closed, lusty eyelids that managed to make me shudder in proud-ness. ''Breathe Charlie, or this is never going to happen right.'' He warned me.
I nodded, and took a deep, needed breath; letting the warm air of the room fill my lungs. There was the faintest scent of the freesia candles too, above the strawberry shampoo that I could smell from my hair, where I washed it earlier.
He smiled in response, and let his hand linger down on my chest, just above my stomach. ''You alright now?'' He checked, sounding as serious as he looked. I nodded; removing his hands from my chest and entwined them with my fingers.
I needed him to move now, more than anything. It didn't feel too right…just laid like this, because I needed friction; I felt the need to move, with him, like in the way that I so desperately craved right now.
''Rob…move…please.'' I begged breathlessly. Despite the long breaths that I had already taken, it didn't help. I was craving for something, something that I wasn't sure on what I wanted right now. He leaned his head down, and very gently kissed my forehead.
''You sure…you sure that…it feels alright?'' He checked. I nodded my head furiously, and before I knew what I was doing; I allowed my body to pull forward, just a little bit. He groaned, and his fingers halted at my hips; stopping me.
I got the message instantly, and stayed as still as possible. He smiled down at me, and thrust his own body forward just a little bit. I couldn't hold back the delighted sound coming from me, as he did. I held his hands tightly in mine.
''Just tell me…please, if I hurt you…'' He begged desperately. I nodded; just wanting to carry on from where we had left off. He sighed happily then, and moved his hips to meet mine. I gasped in shock; my heart taking off again.
''Rob…'' I gasped in a whisper; releasing my hands from his, and tightening in the back of that glorious hair of his. He groaned in response, and fell, until he was right on top of me, his lips at my right shoulder.
''Charlie…god,'' He kissed my right shoulder tenderly, as his rough voice filled the ever-darkening room. I groaned this time, unable to help myself, as his hips searched for mine again. He pulled away again, and thrust his hips forward again.
I whimpered, because I really was unable to stop myself. The feelings running through my body at that moment, as we joined fully to each other was incredible. I'd experience nothing else like this before, and there was absolutely no pain at all.
I thrust my body forward without any recognition of my own; needing to be as close to him as I possibly could. He sighed contently, and met his hips against mine; our naked skin rubbing together perfectly.
It was amazing, to actually feel this close to someone; to really be this close to him, this intensely and romantically joined. I loved him, so much so, and not just for his bloody name tag. It was more than that, much more than that.
''Rob,'' I gasped again; needing him to hear me say it. I needed to tell him, to let it out of my system; during this moment especially. He needed to know how much I cared for him, truly cared for him…in every single way possible.
''Uh-huh…I know,'' he whispered back to me in that husky voice of his. It made me shiver, but he still didn't understand what I meant. I had to tell him, had to tell him what I meant. I had to tell him that I loved him, and now.
''No, no…hmm…love you.'' I gasped in between breaths. He leaned down and kissed me softly, and I could feel his smile against my lips.
''I love you.'' He promised me, before starting up his movements again. He thrust his hips to mine; deepening our embrace with every thrust. I gasped in excited shock, and pulled his body deeper to mine, as my hips met his.
He moaned this time, and thrust his hips into mine, more roughly as the passion flooded every bone in my body. I gasped again, as I felt mu muscles inside tightening and un-tightening in time to him thrusting, and I could feel my tiny body struggling to comply with the weight of him.
It wasn't painful though; nowhere near painful. I was only gasping for breath, only sighing for more, only getting used to the weight, and only wanting to carry on, because what I was feeling now was beyond amazing.
I loved him so much right now, especially in this moment, that Michael was way out of my mind. For the first time in three and a half years, I actually felt fully free of Michael, and his patronizing ways. I felt as though I actually belonged to Rob.
I felt as though I actually belonged to him; especially after sharing something so personal, like this, with each other. This passion, this love, lust, would never go away, I was sure. And I would never want it to either; I would only want him forever.
His pace picked up now, somehow sensing what was around the corner. And I was glad; because as my muscles tightened more and more, I felt myself starting to reach something unknown; so much better than how it was before.
''I love you Charlie…tell me you love me.'' He begged. How could I not; I wanted to anyway, he should know that.
''I love you.'' I replied; kissing his smooth, warm forehead. He was almost sweating now, in his beautiful determination for us to both reach that needed point. He increased his pace until there really was no going any further, and I felt a pleasant, warm sensation build up between us.
''Rob…I-''
''-I know.'' He promised me, before he gently ran his fingers below our entwined bodies; massaging the sensitive area. I gasped in shock, before moments later, I felt my stomach muscles flexing like mad…and then…
It was enough to take the edge off; it was enough forever, and as soon as all my muscles clenched; I was already off of the needed edge; sighing and moaning uncontrollably as he fell from the edge just a few moments later; still locked deep inside of me.
He fell on top of me then, as we both found that needed climax, and gasped for breaths, in loud pants; dying for some oxygen. I smiled, and kissed his forehead gently, before falling back onto the bed, and gasping also.
''Charlie,'' he sighed; picking his head up so that he could look at me. It was hard for me not to just well up at the sight of him, but I managed it, for obvious reasons. It was still my sex-god after all, and I had to admit that yes…he definitely was a sex-god.
''I love you.'' He grinned at me, as my hands tightened into his gloriously sweaty hair. He was so beautiful; it was just too hard to take in for me.
''As I love you.'' I whispered back; leaning down to meet his lips. He kissed me softly, just leaving it as that; a sweet kiss goodnight, before he pulled away, and lay next to me on the bed. He pulled me onto his naked chest in a second, and in moments, I fell asleep.
This…this was just the most amazing feeling in the world. This was love.
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