Dan's POV
I'm nervous.
Why am I nervous?
I shouldn't be nervous.
But I was.
Phil and I had landed at the airport in Paris about twenty minutes ago we were on our way to Cat and Leila's hotel. It was taking a lot longer than I had imagined.
Or maybe I was just being really impatient. I was probably being impatient. But there was also a lot of bloody traffic, and random people walking down the street. The middle of it, crossing the road without signals to do so.
Idiots. If you were in London we'd just run you over! We don't give a fuck!
I let out an audible groan as we came to a red light and I let my head hit the seat in front of me. "Jesus on a boat," I grumbled. "Why is it taking so long!" The cab driver started speaking in French and when I looked up I could see that he was looking at me in the rearview mirror. I had taken French when I was in school and the only word I could pick up on was 'you.'
It's probably a good thing that I couldn't tell what the hell he was saying.
I took in a deep breath and glanced over at Phil. He was looking down as his phone, smiling like an idiot. I rolled my eyes before looking away from him. "Peasant," I scoffed quietly. Why did he get to be so bloody relaxed when I was more or less losing my mind over here?
"I'll be glad when you finally see Cat," Phil replied, laughing. "You're like a girl on her period right now. Can I get you a midol or some chocolate, Dan? Did you pack your Kotex?"
I had to actively keep myself from laughing; though, the corners of my mouth started tugging my lips northern, causing me to smirk. "Piss off," I shook my head. "You know, when you were being a titty baby over Leila I never said anything to you," I pointed out. "And actually, if you've got a Xanax handy, I wouldn't mind one of those seeing as they seem to work so well," I glanced from Phil to the traffic light to see it turning red again. What the fuck! We didn't even move!
UGH.
Stupid. Fucking. Traffic.
"True, but I never called you a peasant. I was a nice titty baby." He paused. "Titty baby. Did we get that from the girls? It is not a British term," he laughed.
"Cat's mum said it to her on Thanksgiving," I explained. "I thought it was funny and highly accurate considering all of the whining you did," I said with a laugh. "How far away is the hotel?"
He looked at me and I knew instantly that it was not a good look. He was nervous about something. I could not handle anything else that made me nervous today.
"Um, Dan, about that," he began as he rubbed the side of his face. "You're not going to see Cat right when we get there. Don't freak out! Just listen!" he waved his hands around to keep me from interrupting which I was definitely about to do. "Leila and I talked about it and we thought it'd be better if we just show up at the party tonight and Cat sees you there. It will be like some bloody Disney movie moment and will make her instantly happy and lessen the chance of you and her having to deal with the whole awkwardness because we were both seen with other people sort of thing."
I stared at Phil for a long time like he was a bloody idiot. Because he is a bloody idiot. How was I supposed to be in the same country let alone the same bloody building as her and not go and see her when the only thing I've wanted for the last week is to do that exact thing? I didn't care if she yelled at me, smacked me, what have you, I probably deserved it anyways - I just wanted to see her.
But I knew arguing with Phil wouldn't change the fact that he was going to tell me otherwise. But I also knew that him telling me that I couldn't go and see her wouldn't actually stop me.
Time to put my acting skills to use.
"Ugh," I rolled my eyes. "Do you really expect me to just wait after the fucked up week I've had? What about her feelings, Phil? Leila said she had a bloody breakdown!"
Oh yes, I was going to make Phil feel like an ass in the process.
It is what it is.
"I know that, Dan. Stop trying to make me feel like an ass so that I will give in," he said as he looked down at his phone. "If it makes you feel any better I won't be able to see Leila either! We're going to be like 2 rooms away from them and not be able to go see them. I already want to shank myself with a pencil eraser."
"You should feel like an ass," I said as I looked back out of the window. "And that doesn't make me feel any better, thanks, though."
It didn't. The only thing that was going to make me feel better was seeing Cat. Until then, just fuck everything.
"You're in bloody Paris and you will see her soon," he replied sounding quite exhausted with me. "When you see her she'll also be in some sexy sort of beautiful dress from what I've heard so that's another plus. Stop being so-" he paused and his eyes got huge before he literally dove across my lap to look through the window. "Oh my God!" he practically squealed like he'd lost his testicles as he gawked and whatever the hell we were passing by.
"What the fuck is your-" I was looking out of the window as I tried to shove Phil off of me but stopped as I caught a glimpse of what he had just seen. I slapped at the door frantically as I tried to get the window to roll down. "Cat!" I yelled, because that's who I saw walking across the pavement beside Leila. "CAT!" I noticed that her hair was done in some kind of fancy updo, but she didn't notice me. "CATHERINE ELIZABETH RADLEY!" - "What ze 'ell iz your froblem!" The cab driver spoke up. I ignored him but before I could start screaming for her again the cab took off.
Oh this traffic just had bloody perfect timing, didn't it.
"Dan. Breathe!" Phil laughed as he leaned away from me. "Hey, at least you saw her!" he smiled like me seeing her walk along the bloody pavement wearing those fucking massive sunglasses of hers that cover half of her face was going to be good enough for me. "Seriously. What are the odds of that happening?"
"Ugh," I threw my head back against the seat, because Cat and Leila had been lost in the sea of people walking along the pavement. "Not as high as the odds of me throwing you out of this taxi," I groaned. Yeah, I know I was being a whiny twat. I didn't care.
"I'm just going to stop talking to you now," Phil laughed as he looked out the window on his side of the taxi.
He really did not say one word to me for the duration of the trip to the hotel which took another bloody 25 minutes. By the time we had checked in and gotten into our room, it was a little after 5 pm and the party we were going to would start at 7.
"Yeah, we're here," Phil said to Leila as he sat on the bed while talking to her on the phone. "God, I know. It's horrible," he laughed. "Yeah...I know...I remember...Yes... Oh-" he held his phone away from his face and laughed.
"She hung up on me so I'm guessing Cat walked in. Apparently they'll be done getting ready in half an hour and then the party starts at 7 and you and I will show up at 7:30. So, we have a while, unfortunately. You should upload your new video to keep yourself sane while you wait, yeah?" He cleared his throat. "Um. Also. Don't freak out but I have to meet Leila before we all go to the party to get the tickets." He hid his face with his hands to shield himself from whatever reaction I would have.
Lucky for him, I saw that as the perfect opportunity to sneak over to Cat's hotel room, so I didn't bother giving him any grief over it. I just scoffed and rolled my eyes then continued to pull my laptop out of my bag so I could take his advice and upload my new video. "Whatever," I sighed, sitting down on my bed.
I got the laptop open then went to Youtube to so I could start the upload process, then I went to Twitter to let everyone know that it was being uploaded; I also sifted through some angry Tweets from Can shippers and then happy Tweets from Phan shippers, who came to the conclusion that the girl attacking me in that video was Phil in a blonde wig.
Oh the wishful thinking on their part.
"I'm going to go ahead and start getting dressed," I told Phil as I grabbed my suit, which was in one of those long plastic... suit holders? I don't know what they're called, but it was in one of those things.
While I was getting ready I started thinking about how she might react when I got to see her and then I started thinking about how I should have gotten her some flowers and loads of chocolates or something, for proof that I had been thinking about her nonstop. Sadly, I was too busy actually thinking about her to do any of the above.
After I was done and I had my bowtie in place I walked out of the bathroom and decided to get crafty. I picked up the packet of hotel paper and fished a pen out of my bag and started drawing flowers on a few pieces of them, then I drew a cat with massive whiskers, that actually looked more like a deformed head with lines coming out of it. Maybe if I write meow on it she'll realize what I was going for.
"What in the world are you doing?" I heard Phil ask from very close behind me and I turned to see that he was peeking over my shoulder. "Awww, are you writing a love letter?" he asked, grinning at me. "Not judging. I think it'd be a good idea. Make her swoon," he said as he walked towards the bathroom with his own suit bag thing.
A love letter?! Why the fuck didn't I think of that. Damn it! Why couldn't I have a brain like Phil?
I tore the picture of the cat away from the pad and started clicking the end of the pen, trying to think of a way to explain how I feel.
But how the hell do you explain feelings?
I stared at the piece of blank paper for five minutes and I was drawing a huge blank - and then I remembered when I was trying to tell Cat how I felt about her in the beginning and I told her I needed a bloody gif set to do it justice. How the hell was I supposed to explain how much she meant to me and make it all deep and sweet when I couldn't even tell her that I liked her.
Oh what the fuck am I on about? I can quote Shakespeare from memory. I've got depth, and I'm romantic. I just have to...
I just started writing.
And surprisingly it flowed out much easier than I ever could have imagined.
Cat,
It isn't a gif set, but I tried my best.
What is love, and how does one explain it? With your eyes, because that I where I see it. With your lips, because that is where I taste it. With your touch, because that is where I feel it. With your heart, because that is where I keep it. With your voice, because that is where I hear it. With your smile, because nothing is more beautiful. With your laugh, because it's the greatest symphony. With your hands, because of how they mold with mine. With your arms, because of how they hold me. With your mind, because of how it understands me. With you. That's how I explain it.
Hopefully she'll like it.
Once I was finished with that I folded it up and put it in my pocket along with the flowers and the cat that I drew, then went straight to my laptop to see that the video had finished uploading. After Tweeting the link to everyone and posted it on Tumblr, I closed my laptop and sat in nervous silence.
Phil walked out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later fully dressed and on the phone again. "Okay...okay I am!" he laughed. "I love you too." He sighed happily, obviously feeling quite giddy since he and Leila were all perfect and whatnot.
What? I was a bit envious at the moment.
"I'm going to go meet Leila," he told me as he slipped his phone and one of the room keys into his pocket. "It'll just be that much sooner until you see Cat," he said as he opened the door. "Be back in a bit!" he whispered into the room after looking out into the hallway apparently to make sure Cat didn't happen to be there as well and shut the door behind him.
As soon as the door shut I jumped to my feet and creeped towards it like I was sneaking around.
Wait. I was sneaking around.
I counted to five, took in a deep breath and slowly opened to door and stuck my head out and looked into the hallway.
Phileila was gone.
This was my chance.
I shut the door behind me and crept down the hallway. I didn't have far to go, so I didn't actually have time to mentally calm myself before I was standing in front of Cat's hotel room.
With another deep breath I balled my fist up and knocked three times.
"You forgot your key, doofus," I heard Cat say as she approached the door and I also heard the lock click so that she could open it.
All of the horrible things that could happen when the door opened ran through my mind as I watched it beginning to open. What if she said she hated me? What if she realized that she didn't really love me during our time apart? What if-
The door finally opened and there she was. She gasped loudly and literally stepped backwards and away from me when she saw me. Her hand flew up to her chest and over her heart. "Oh my God," she breathed, sounding like she was nearly having a fangirl moment because she was so blown away that I was the one standing there.
My eyes travelled from her face and down her body to see her in a dress that hugged her frame perfectly until it flowed out at the knees like some sort of mermaid tail or something.
What? I don't know about women's fashion.
All I knew was that it was a tight, long, strapless black dress that was sparkling and she looked- I didn't even have words.
"Oh my God," she said it again. "I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" she asked as she put her hand on her forehead and it looked like she genuinely believed she was. "I knew I needed to lay off that fucking xanax."
"You're not," I responded, shifting my eyes around nervously before looking back into hers. "May I come in?" I asked, clearing my throat. I was still afraid of how she was going to react; I mean, she was shocked now, but what was going to happen once that wore off?
Her hand slowly moved from her forehead and down to her side. She sort of looked like she went into a trance. This was odd but better than screaming. Finally, she nodded her head letting me know that I could come in.
I moved in around her and walked further into the room before turning around to face her as she shut the door. She was still staring at me like a deer in headlights and I knew I needed to say something but I wasn't even sure where to begin. I was so happy to finally see her, relieved that she hadn't objected to my presence, but at the same time I was still slightly terrified that she might pick up the lamp on the table and toss it at my face.
"You look beautiful," I told her, my eyes lingering over her frame once more. "I... I know you might not want me here tonight, but I had to come.. I had to see you," I said as I moved closer towards her. "And I had to tell you how sorry I am for everything that happened. I should have handled that better than I did," I told her as I reached into the pocket where the folded pieces of paper were tucked away. "I didn't have a chance to stop after we landed, but I wanted you to know how much I've been thinking about you.. how much I've missed you, and how much you mean to me. I know it might not seem like it with how I acted the last time I saw you but.. I'm sorry," I breathed out, offering her the folded papers.
She bit down on her bottom lip and stared at me for a few seconds before finally stepping closer to me so that she could reach my hand. It was very easy to see that her hand was shaking as she took the papers from me. The first one she opened was the flowers and I felt a huge wave of relief hit me when I saw her smile as she gazed down at it. Next was the cat which actually made her giggle.
Holy shit. Was this going to work?
It felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest by the time she got to the next part.
The most important one.
My eyes were focused on her face as I watched her read the words. She was looking down so I couldn't see her eyes which was driving me mad because I could read her emotions so easily just by looking at her eyes.
Her free hand came up to cover her mouth and that's also when I saw a tear roll down her cheek.
Fuck! Was that a good tear or a bad tear? I was ready to scream.
Finally, fucking finally, she looked up at me with her hand still covering her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. I hated seeing her cry. It was like Phil had said. It just wasn't right. She was Cat. She didn't cry.
"Dan," she finally spoke as she moved her hand away from her mouth but it came out as more of a sob than a normal sounding word. Instead of saying whatever I thought she would have to say after that, she took three steps and closed the distance between us before throwing her arms around my shoulders and pulling herself against me.
"I am so, so sorry," she whispered against my neck, her body shaking a bit against mine because she was crying I guessed. "I missed you so much."
I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her as I rubbed my palm up and down her back. "I missed you too," I replied quietly, my face buried against her neck. I held her shaking body like that for awhile in silence before pulling away only enough so that I could see her face. "Shh, please, don't cry," I said, using my knuckle to wipe her tears away. "You'll ruin your make-up."
What? I know how hard it is to put that stuff on. She probably spent an hour perfecting it.
Besides, seeing her cry made me want to puke, because if I hadn't been such a dick, this wouldn't even be happening.
Once I'd gotten rid of the tears that had fallen down her cheeks I leaned in and kissed her, then let my forehead rest against hers. "I was miserable without you," I admitted in a hushed tone. "I never want that to happen again."
"Me either," she shook her head. "That was so horrible. I've been running around Paris all week pretending to be okay and I haven't been. I should've just stopped and let you talk to me about everything. I was just-" she sighed. "I don't know what I was." She leaned in and kissed my lips but pulled away way too quickly and then stepped away from me but not too far.
"Holy shit," she laughed. "You're wearing a suit!"
I laughed too, because she was laughing - and at the point and time, nothing could have made me any happier than that. "Yeah," I looked down at myself then back over at her. "I guess I was hoping you'd take me to that posh event you're going to tonight," I said as I reached out for her hands, pulling her close to me again. I wanted to keep her as close as possible.
She laughed as she smoothed her hands over the chest of my suit. "Well, you look fucking delicious in it," she said as she looked down again and then back up at my face. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that Leila and Phil came up with this idea? Poor things. We probably owe them so much for dealing with us for the past few days. I mean, assuming you were as annoying as I was."
I nodded. "This was definitely their doings," I said then laughed again, wrapping my arms around her once more. "I was probably worse. Phil actually snapped at me a couple of times. I was especially annoying today, though. And whiny... I saw you, by the way, when I was on my way to the hotel. You were wearing your big sunglasses. I yelled for you through traffic and probably got accused of being mental," I told her, chuckling. Though I didn't really care about being considered to be mental. I had some emotional imbalances earlier, there's no denying that.
She gasped and looked up at me. "That was you?" she laughed. "I told Leila I heard someone scream my name! Like, my whole name. She told me I had lost my mind but I knew i heard it." She didn't give me a chance to reply before her hands moved up to frame my face, her thumbs smoothing over my dimples. "I love you so much. I missed you so much. I just want to keep saying it and keep doing this," she said before pressing her lips against mine.
But this time there was no separating to say anything. Her hands moved into my hair and she pressed her body completely against mine as her tongue moved into my mouth and we kissed. There was something about her kisses that just drove me completely insane in the best way possible.
In that bloody tight dress I could feel every bit of her. All of the beautiful curves of her body. Shit. I didn't know how we were going to make it to this party.
Especially after I heard a soft moan escape her throat into the kiss. My hands roamed all over her back, down her sides, and of course her ass. I loved her ass.
"What the hell?" I suddenly heard Phil squawking from behind us and I literally groaned into the kiss. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry about there being any sort of issues anymore," he laughed.
I broke away from the kiss and glanced over my shoulder to see Phil and Leila standing side by side, both of them grinning at us. "My OTP is back together!" Leila fanned her face, pretending like she was about to cry. Or maybe she was about to cry. I'm not sure. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss Cat again. "I just have so many feelings about this!"
Cat turned shifted us around so that she could see them. I was not removing my arms from around her. I felt like she was going to bolt like a cat because I had wanted to see her and hold her so badly and it felt like it was never going to happen again. I was being a paranoid git. I know.
"There is no gif for these feelings," Cat laughed, looking over at Phil and Leila. "No worries, babies. The foursome is together again," she grinned as she looked at me again and leaned in to kiss my lips. "Fuck. I don't even want to go to the party now," she laughed.
"Me either," Phil wrapped his arm around to Leila's side and pulled her closer to him. "Especially with how this lady looks this evening."
I got a good look at Leila and wow. She was gorgeous. I mean, she was gorgeous before. Cat and Leila are insanely beautiful women but seriously, wow.
Leila's dress was strapless and fit her like Cat's did but her's was red and looked lacey.
"You look beautiful, Cat," Phil smiled at her. "I hadn't gotten a chance to compliment you too."
"Awww, Philertons!" Cat let go of me and I probably looked like a lost puppy. I was being clingy and didn't even care.
She walked over and gave him a hug before pulling away and looking at him. "Damn, Phil. You're already hot but you look sexy in a suit. Both of you do. I can't even handle it," she laughed, looking over at Leila. "I'm having an inner fangirl moment. How about you?"
Leila looked from me, to Phil, to Dan and back at me before nodding then shaking her head. "I can't," she shrugged, laughing. "That's what they've reduced me to. They both look..." she trailed off then cleared her throat. "I need to go lurk the Phan tag on Tumblr so I can feel slightly sane again."
I laughed, because she hadn't even said anything - but then I remembered that I couldn't read her mind and her thoughts were probably horrific. "Thanks," I ran my hands down my suit coat, smiling at Leila. "You look smashing." Wow, did we really compliment each other? Odd. We usually take jabs and piss all over one another. "We should take some photos."
Cat gasped and clapped her hands. "Yes! I'm going to take a photo of us and add that shit to y'all's tags. There will be a shitstorm but they'll know we're together and Can is not broken." She said as she walked over to a table that was in the room which all of her photography stuff was on. "I'm glad I brought the tripod," she said as she took it over to the windows in the room and set it up.
I just watched her as she went into photographer mode and pulled back the curtains, put the camera on the tripod, messed with the settings, and made sure everything was perfect. Hell, I would've been happy standing there watching her brush her teeth right then.
"Okay, okay!" she said excitedly as she walked over to the windows. The view they had was gorgeous. You could see the city lights sparkling and I even know it'd make for a great picture. "Ya'll come over here and we'll stand all prom picturey or some shit."
"I do love that photographer lingo of yours, Cat," Phil said as he and Leila made their way over to where she was standing.
I followed behind Leila and a thought occurred to me so I grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards me a bit. She looked up at me then down at her arm and back again. "I just wanted to say thanks, you know, for setting this up," I told her as I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her. I was kind of surprised that she actually hugged me back just as tightly. Usually when I touched her she flailed and screamed at me to get away.
"You're my best friend," she responded before pulling away and smiling up at me. "I'm glad I could help," she glanced at Cat then at me again. "Plus, you were annoying the piss out of my boyfriend," she laughed. "Did we just have a bonding moment?"
I nodded. "I think we did!"
"Awwww!" I looked over and Cat and Phil were standing next to each other holding hands and pretending to cry.
"We're so proud," Phil said as he sniffled and pretended to wipe a tear.
Cat laughed as she let go of his hand and reached out for me to pull me over beside her. "Okay. I think Leila and I should be in the middle and y'all on the other sides of of. Obviously," she told us and we all began moving to stand where she wanted. "The first one can just be normal and the next one can be crazy or something. It's on a setting to take pictures every-" the camera flashed and interrupted her and she started laughing. "15 seconds."
Laughing, we all stood close to each other and I wrapped my arm around Cat's waist. "Say team Phileican!" I smiled.
"Team Phileican!" Phil, Leila, Cat, and I all said together just before the flash went off.
"Okay.. now grope yourselves!" Leila said and grabbed her chest. Cat looked over at her like she mental, Phil looked really confused, and I was grabbing my crotch as I winked at the camera.
No wonder she's my female bffl.
Cat turned around and grabbed her own ass. I'm not sure of what the hell Phil was doing because I was staring at Cat grabbing her ass. I wanted to grab that ass.
"Okay! I think that's good," she said as she walked over to the camera. She took it off of the tripod and walked over to us so we could see the photos. We all leaned in around her to look.
The first one was just derpy as hell because we had no idea the photo was going to be taken. The second one was perfect. The funny ones were beyond amazing and I found it hilarious that Phil had also decided to grab his crotch.
"What time is it?" Cat asked me. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and showed her that it was 5 minutes until 7.
"Fuck it. I don't care if we're late. I'm uploading these," she giggled as she attempted to run in that dress over to the bed to upload them.
It didn't take her very long because apparently she's a photo wizard of some sort.
She cleared her throat and looked over at us. "This is what it says," she told us. "Do not fret, Phandom. Can is not broken. Phileila still lives on. Phileician is unbreakable. I would say sorry to the people who don't ship all of these but I'm not. Enjoy our fanciness. Happy Friday!"
"I need a drink before I start thinking about all of the scary shit they're going to talk about doing to us for that one," Leila laughed.
"Are you really still afraid of the phandom? They haven't hurt you guys yet," I replied.
"Yet being the operative word! And I'm not scared of the phandom. I love the phandom! I'm a member of it, remember? I'm just scared of the ones who need high doses of thorazine," Leila explained
"Baby, I think you might be the one who needs a high dose of thorazine," Cat told her as she walked over to her and patted her shoulder. "It will be okay. Ninety percent of them are too young to buy a plane ticket or fly alone," she laughed. "Let's go to the party and drink too much free champagne, okay?"
She leaned in and kissed Leila's cheek before walking over to me. She tilted her head as she approached me and had that little grin going on that she always gave me before she pounced me and naughty things happened.
"Damn, you look so, so good in a suit," she said as she smoothed her hands down the front of it. She leaned in and kissed my lips. I noticed her heels made her tall enough to not have to stand on her tip toes to reach me. She whispered so softly against my lips that I almost didn't hear it. "My panties are already destroyed."
Bloody hell.
I cleared my throat. Fact: we were about to be even more late to this party.
"I need your special attention," I whispered back to her as I grabbed her hand. I noticed Phil and Leila watching us as we made our way across the hotel room. Hopefully they could take a hint. And if they couldn't? They'd get to hear us have sex once again.
She walked into the bathroom first and I followed behind her. Without taking my eyes off of her I kicked the door shut; fuck, she looked so good tonight. .
I didn't say a word as I stepped towards her, closing the space between us. She had her back to me as, checking her appearance in the mirror like she didn't know what was about to happen. I pressed my torso against it, watching her. She grinned at me looking at my reflection in the mirror.
I slid my hands down her sides, onto her hips as I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, dragging my lips across it until I got to her neck. "I want to show you how much I missed you," I whispered against her ear before turning her around to face me.
I dipped in to kiss her lips hungrily and I pushed her back, forcing her onto the bathroom counter; things falling off of it and hitting against the bathroom floor.
Smoothing my hands down her thighs I pulled her legs further apart and moved in closer, deepening the kiss, my tongue massaging against hers. My fingertips trailed across her warm skin, onto her inner thighs and I groped them as I started pushing my hands up and under her dress, forcing the fabric up in the process.
My mouth parted from hers and instantly moved against her neck as I caressed my tongue against it before grazing my teeth across it and closing my lips around her flesh, biting and sucking on it more gently than I would have any other time. I didn't want to leave a mark, seeing as her neck would be exposed tonight.
My fingers curled around the sides of her underwear but I didn't attempt to take them off of her in a way that they could be salvaged – instead, I ripped them off and pulled them away, quickly meshing my fingertips against her clit then slipping two fingers inside of her.
"You're so wet," I mumbled. "And tight."
Her lips vibrated against mine as she let out a loud moan, which I silenced with my tongue as I moved it around inside of her mouth.
I used my free hand to undo the buttons on my suit jacket then started tugging on my belt to get my trousers loosened up.
Cat let out another moan that echoed against the bathroom walls as I curled my fingers inside of her and worked them against her g-spot, my mouth on her neck again.
"I want you," she whispered against my ear, her hands groping at my cock as she helped me undo my belt. My pants fell to my ankles and I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her up off of the counter, turning her around once her feet were on the floor again.
I bent her over the sink, kissing from her shoulder to the back of her neck as I unzipped her expensive dress. I tugged the fabric down off of her chest, checking her reflection in the large mirror in front of us now that her breasts were exposed.
After a few seconds the material fell to the floor and she stepped out of it before I spread her legs a little further and forced her forward against the counter so that her ass was sticking out in front of me. "Damn, baby," I moaned against her neck as I slid one of my hands down her stomach and between her legs, rubbing my fingertips in circles against her now swollen clit.
I tugged my briefs down with the other and felt around my shirt pocket for the condom I had brought with me. Yes I brought a condom. Phil talked make up sex up so much – how could I not have brought one?
I ripped it open quicker than ever and rolled it over my shaft; guiding it in against her pussy, I leaned in against her and looked at the mirror so that I could see her face as I filled her up.
And I did, slowly, simultaneously pressing my finger firmly against her clit.
Cat's mouth fell open and a very loud "Fuck!" escaped it as her eyes switched from her reflection to mine.
There was something so fucking hot about watching her like this.
As I began swaying my hips against hers I leaned in even further and slid my hand down her arm, lacing my fingers through hers as the others continued rubbing against her clit.
Cat used her palms to steady herself against my forceful thrusts, her cleavage bouncing with every movement of our colliding hips. She began to moan loudly and I turned my head inwards and she turned her heads towards me, kissing me before I had the chance to kiss her myself.
"I love you," she moaned before biting and tugging on my bottom lip.
"I love you too," I grunted, catching her bottom lip between my own, sucking it into my mouth.
I trailed my lips from hers, down her jawline and onto her ear; breathing heavily against it I stroked my tongue against it then nipped on her earlobe before progressing onto her neck. It took all I had not to bite her – the pleasure between us so strong that I had to let out a moan myself.
Sliding my hand back up her arm I smoothed it between her shoulders, stopping once I was at the small of her back. I pushed my palm against it, causing it to arch and her ass to stick out further, giving me a better angle to fuck her.
I slid my hand from between her thighs and instantly grabbing one of her tits. Massaging my palm against it I watched her reflection in the mirror and leaned in to to kiss her neck again.
I pulled away again to watch her and I noticed that her eyes were focused on my reflection in the mirror in front of us. I loved that she was watching me so intently - the fact that she was watching me fuck her was enough to make me go fucking crazy; not to mention her moans and the way she was screaming my name, begging, pleading for me to fuck her harder and faster.
I let go of her tit and slid both of my hands down her sides again, grasping her hips very tightly, steadying her as I did exactly what she told me. I fucked her harder, faster, more forcefully than before; I was slamming her against me as my hips knocked into hers. I could feel her pussy clenching against my dick and the look in her eyes on her face told me that she was about to cum - because she couldn't say a word between moaning and panting.
"I want you to cum with me, baby," I moaned against her ear before nipping at her earlobe.
That seemed to do it for her.
She let out the loudest moan yet, cumming so hard that I could feel my dick sliding out of her, so, with one final, strong thrust against her, I let my head fall back, cumming along with her.
"Fuck," I panted, my hips still swaying against hers, only slowly - they had gotten into such a repetitive motion that I had to actively stop myself from moving them as I leaned in against her and wrapped my arms around her. "I hope that did how much I missed you justice," I breathed against her neck before leaving a kiss against it.
"It definitely did," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Oh God," she laughed. "I think my heart is going to pound out of my fucking chest. Why is make up sex always so good?"
"I have no idea," I laughed before kissing her neck again. "But now I think I understand what the big deal is," I pulled away from her then took a moment to appreciate her body from this side. Bloody hell. It was such a beautiful sight. "I would say it made the fight we had worthwhile but.. no amount of sex could make that miserable situation worth it," I told her as I shuffled towards the bin to throw the condom away. I pulled my briefs back up then bent down to pull my pants back up over my hips and fix my belt.
She stood upright again and laughed when she swayed to the side a bit. She was wearing heels which made her standing there naked even hotter. "Thanks for not fucking up my hair," she laughed as she examined it in the mirror. She turned around and picked up her dress then just stood there watching me while I got dressed. "I'm going to enjoy this little show while I wait for you to help me put this thing on," she grinned.
Smiling, I walked back towards her and took her dress from her arms. I had to turn it a few times to figure out how the hell she was supposed to get into the damn thing. I mean, you would think that it would be obvious, but it wasn't. "Where the hell is the zipper.. Oh," I laughed once I found it. Getting her out of the dress proved to be much easier than getting her back into it. Once she stepped inside of it I pulled it up over her curves and zipped it back up; a very Phil-like thought crossing my mind. "Did Leila have to help you get into this thing?" I asked, then got very naughty mental pictures.
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah we had to help each other. We're both so not girly. It was quite amusing. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to move in this thing but it's actually pretty comfortable." She checked herself out in the mirror and then turned to me before straightening my bow tie. She reached up and smoothed out a piece of my hair, grinning at me the whole time. "I'm so happy you're here. This night feels so perfect now and we haven't even gone to the party."
"I couldn't agree more," I smiled as I brought my hand up to cup her cheek then leaned in to kiss her. "Do you think we should get going? I wonder if Phileila stuck around for that?" I laughed, stepping away from her so I could open the bathroom door. I poked my head out of it to see an empty room. "Looks like they've left us. They're probably in mine and Phil's room. Let's go get them."
Cat grabbed her card off of the table as well as her purse and the two of us left our room and headed down the hallway. From outside of our hotel room I could hear Leila laughing.
Or at least I thought she was laughing.
I opened the door and I was terribly confused at what I saw.
Leila was standing there facing me, holding onto the dresser beside her with her eyes closed and she wasn't laughing. She was moaning.
But..
How in the?
What was even happening?
I didn't see Phil and Leila was completely dressed.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out.
Cat peeked in over my shoulder and gasped. "Oh my God!" she squealed before stepping backwards and grabbing my jacket. "Out. Get out!" she laughed as she pulled me.
"But I don't understand!" I was gawking at Leila, who was looking at me with a shocked look on her face.
"Stop staring!" she gasped. "Please, just.. go," she said breathlessly.
"Get out, Dan!" I heard Phil mumbled from somewhere.
I stared until Cat drug me out of the room and then shut the door in front of me. "What was that?" I asked, completely baffled as I looked down at her.
She was laughing so hard her face was turning red. "Oh God. Oh God," she finally choked out. "He was- he," she shook her head, still laughing. "Phil was eating her pussy and we just walked in on it," she managed to force herself to say.
"But.." I pointed at the door. "Where was Phil?!" I was laughing too. Not because I found a lot of humor in it, but because I was still so confused. However, after about three seconds I finally understood. "Oh. No," I shook my head as I brought my hand up to my forehead, pressing my fingertips against it. "He was under her dress. Oh. Why? WHY?" I laughed as I continued to shake my head.
What is my life.
I don't even know anymore.
"That's the second time I've walked in on them! What the-" I stopped talking and threw my hands up. "I have no words."
Cat rolled her eyes at me and was still laughing but not as hard. "It probably happened because of some of the same reasons that you pulled me in a bathroom and bent me over the sink to fuck my brains out," she grinned. "Leila looks hot in that dress, they haven't seen each other in days, they probably heard the beginning of our little adventure which would turn anyone on. There's all kinds of reasons. We should try that. That was hot."
"That was horrific!" I laughed. "I literally just stared at her... I'm like some kind of weird peeping Tom," I said as I looked back down at her. "At least she was dressed this time and I didn't have to see Phil's glowing bum... but-" I heard the door closing, which made me jump a little because I hadn't even heard it open, and I looked over to see the two of them coming out of the room. Leila was avoiding eye contact and Phil was shaking his head.
"And at least you didn't start screaming this time," Phil stated.
"Can we not relive that?" I asked, which was probably stupid to say since I had brought it up. "Oi. I need alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol."
Cat walked over to Leila, still grinning, and held up her hand for her to high five her. "Good job, babe. I couldn't be more proud," she told her in a completely serious tone. Damn. My girlfriend was awesome.
Leila held her hand up and laughed as Cat high fived it. "Thanks, but that was definitely Phil's idea," she told her, glancing over at him then looking back at Cat. "By the way," she began, tilting her head. "We heard you two. Either you're really, really loud or they need to fix the insulation in this place."
Cat started laughing and glanced over at me. "I'm really, really loud. It's very difficult not to be with Mr. Magic Cock over there." She walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "Shall we go to the party, my lovelies?" she asked, speaking with my accent instead of her own.
"Mr. Magic Cock. The Phans would love that, Dan. Maybe you should change your names online," Phil told me as we walked towards the lifts.
"And apparently Phil is Mr. Magic Tongue. Both of you can change your names," Cat suggested.
I glanced over at Phil as I pressed the down arrow on the lift. "I'll do it if you will," I shrugged, knowing good and well that he would never.
We all piled into the lift and Phil explained why he couldn't change his names online - because of the younger fans; which is exactly what I had been expecting.
We took a taxi to the party and can I just say, that party was some posh.
Literally, everyone, except for the four of us, came by the means of a limousine or a fancy town car, so of course everyone was really bloody rich.
Phil and I were two of the most awkward people there and we even got confused as being 'the help.'
I'm not joking.
At one point some woman brought me her champagne glass and asked me if I could fetch her a refill while people kept giving Phil their coats to put away.
Leila and Cat on the other hand fit in quite well; if I hadn't known them, I would have thought they did this type of thing all the time. Lots of people knew who Leila was because of her book and the movie and even more knew Cat because of her job at People.
At one point this old man started chatting her up. I could have sworn that he was some old pervert by the way he was looking at her. I thought I was going to have to pop one of his hips out of place or something but it turns out that he was just some very rich man who was very interested in buying one of Cat's photos that he had seen on her online portfolio.
He offered her 10,000 pounds for the rights to use it in advertisements.
He also offered her a job shooting for his stock photography company in her spare time, which she agreed to.
Of course after that - we all started throwing the drinks back to celebrate, then got even more odd looks from people when we all decided it would be a good time to start dancing.
We were the only four on the dancefloor.
And Cat was getting...provocative.
Her arms were around my shoulders and we were grinding on each other like 15 year olds humping at a homecoming dance. "I want you," she whispered in my ear followed by doing her drunk giggle. I looked up to see we were getting some stares.
Any other time I would be okay with this but Cat was there representing People and I knew she wouldn't want anything weird to happen. "How about we get Phil and Leila and go back to our rooms?" I asked after kissing her cheek.
"Sounds good to me!" she said as she pulled back. She grabbed my hand and skipped over to where Leila and Phil were slow dancing to a song that was not even slow. "Let's go, babies!" Cat told them while humping Leila. Literally humping her ass.
I managed to pull her away even though Leila started humping back which only added fuel to Cat's fire.
"I love it when they're drunk," Phil told me as we began walking out of the party. "Like, I like to get drunk but when I'm drunk and Leila's drunk it's a better drunk."
"Waaaay too deep for my champagne soaked brain, Phil," Cat told him as we stepped out into the hallway where she immediately kicked her shoes off. "Wooo. No more fancy shit," she cheered as she walked over to pick up her shoes.
"Who wants to go the room and drink more?" she asked, swaying as she held her hand up.
"I do!" Phil raised his hand.
"ME!" Leila squealed and then lunged toward Cat, who had her back towards her; she jumped up and then -
"PIGGY BACK RIDE!" She was on Cat's back, slapping her own ass. "Giddy up!"
"Shhh! We're going to get kicked out," I laughed as I rushed towards them, figuring it was only a matter of seconds before Cat toppled over and they both fell to the floor and broke something.
Surprisingly, though, Cat held her own and started galloping down the hallway to their hotel room while Phil and I walked, both of us cracking up at the sight.
You see, Leila is quite a bit taller than Cat and the entire thing was just hilarious to see.
We managed to make it to the door just as it was shutting and both of the girls ran into the bathroom together carrying a change of clothes.
I took of my jacket and rolled the sleeves of my shirt up while Phil started looking through the mini fridge in the corner of the room.
"Someone call room service and order some food!" Leila called out from the bathroom. "All those rich people had were fish eggs and snails!"
"And wine!" Cat added. "We can't forget the wine!"
"Food?!" Phil was all over that and he rushed towards the phone to call room service.
"Uhh Je would l'like some le waffles," Phil said with a French accent then covered his mouth as he started laughing because he knew how ridiculous he sounded. "Oh," he frowned. I'm guessing they were telling him that they didn't have waffles at this hour. "Le crisps?"
I lost it. Completely. I fell back on the bed and started laughing, which caused Phil to start laughing in the person's ear.
When Cat and Leila came out of the bathroom, we were still laughing and they were looking at us with very confused expressions. Of course I couldn't keep myself from laughing long enough to explain what was so funny and they started laughing because Phil and I were still losing it.
And of course Cat walked out wearing a pair of my boxers rolled up so far that I could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight little black tank top. She was on some sort of mission to make my penis explode, I was sure of it.
She jumped on the bed next to me and leaned over to kiss my lips even though I was laughing still. "What happened? Did Phil fart or something? Phil fart. That's great," she started laughing at herself.
"I just want some bloody waffles and crisps!" Phil yelled out which made me laugh even harder.
"Psh. I got this shit," Cat said as she crawled over me and reached out for the phone. Phil gave it to her and she cleared her throat. "Yes, is Claudette working?...This is Catherine Radley...Mmhm. Thanks." She moved the phone away from her face. "He knew english, dumbass," she laughed.
"What?" Phil smacked his hands down on the bed and laughed. "Dammit!"
"Claudette! Hey, it's Cat..Yeah girl!" she laughed and I wondered who the fuck she was talking to. "Listen, I need some stuff...Like 4 bottles of red wine, some waffles, some salt and vinegar crisps and uh, is there anything else y'all want?" she asked looking around at us.
I was too busy laughing at Phil's misfortune to say anything - plus I hardly doubt that they had Maltesers in the kitchen. Leila shook her head at Cat then proceeded to turn her attention to Phil, pinning him down against the bed to kiss him.
"I think that's a no for all of us, babe," I managed to say as I sat myself up.
"That's it..Yep!..Thanks sweetie!" she hung up the phone and turned towards me before beginning to crawl across the bed towards me like- well, like a cat.
She stopped abruptly and sat up straight with her arms stretched up above her head. "I have an idea!" she started bouncing on her knees. I watched her boobs. Bouncy. Bouncy. Oh God.
"What is it?" Phil mumbled against Leila mouth raping him.
"We should play truth or dare!" she said before clapping her hands. Then she moved forward again and swung a leg over me before settling her ass right over my crotch. "You wanna play, baby?" she asked in the most seductive voice possible.
"Oh, you know it," I mumbled as I shifted around on the bed. Think of disturbing things.
Bumming Susan Boyle.
Phil's ass.
Placenta.
Okay, there we go.
"I do!" Leila rolled off of Phil and sat up like she hadn't just been attacking him like some kind of lioness or something. "Who goes first?"
