(A/N - And now for a shameless Lemon. Not one of my best - but hey, it's
sex * runs off blushing * Enjoy and review, please!! ~ LoKi)
CHAPTER 22 - Become One
Royce wasn't too sure how he was able to get them back to Broadway's house without totaling the car, he wasn't used to driving with someone straddling him. They managed to get in alright and even managed to climb the steps to her room, tangled in each others arms without waking anyone else up, or getting noticed by the other ghosts.
Broadway reached behind her and locked the attic door and pulled the steps up before returning to the Princes mouth. They clumsily made their way towards her bed, kicking off their shoes as they went. Royce shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and it fell to the floor heavily, before his hands found their way up the back of Broadway's shirt. The back of her knees bumped the edge of her bed and Broadway roughly pulled Royce on top of her. Her fingers gracelessly found the front of her ghosts' jeans and she hurriedly undid them while slipping out of her own shit. Royce pulled his shirt over his head gingerly, as if something in his arms still gave him pain. Broadway gave him a concerned look, but he only pressed his lips to her collarbone. A slight moan escaped Broadway's lips close to his ear and something began to stir deep within Royce; a greater sense of urgency and need, which Broadway seemed to mirror in abundance.
Broadway struggled out of her pants and shifted higher on the bed. Royce took a moment to observe her in the dim, almost non-existent light. She was clad only in black lacy undergarments, her hair fanning out behind her on the dark bed sheets. Her chest heaved with every breath and her legs rubbed together impatiently. Royce decided that he had never in his existence seen or will see anyone or anything more beautiful than Broadway. Her hands roamed up and over his muscular arms and shoulders, her fingers tracing the tiny bumps and scars along the way lovingly. She searched his torso affectionately, her small warm hands running along the muscles on his chest and stomach before pulling him down on top of her once more. She placed small bites and kisses on his neck and shoulder, imagining that with every tender embrace she was transferring her warmth into his body. She was giving him a piece of her soul.
Broadway moaned again and whispered his name as she felt his hands travel up and down her body, stopping in the middle of her back to undo the clasp of her bra. She pulled her arms out of the straps and tossed the garment on the floor along with the rest of her clothing and arched her back into Royce. He held her tightly and locked gazes with her, blinking with the slow, purposefulness she had grown the love. Without having to say a word, Broadway knew what he was going to ask. There was the familiar air of uncertainty in his movements, and hers as well. Broadway never would have guessed that she would give the gift of her virginity to a ghost. A ghost from the 50's to be exact. She smiled at the thought of how she was going to ruin the boy's innocence and dug her nails roughly into Royce's back, gaining herself a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure from the ghost.
"Broadway I.." His voice was rough with need and she cut him off by placing her finger to his lips.
"I know Royce. Just do what feels right." Broadway lifted her head and closed her lips around one of his earlobes. "I'm not going to stop you."
Cocking his eyebrow, he dropped his head. "I'm not as innocent as you think, Dolly." Catching her off guard, Royce grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the bed beneath him. His lips cut off Broadway's cry of alarm as he claimed her mouth once more in a fierce kiss; the two exploring every inch of each others mouths immodestly. He brought his knee up between her shapely legs and slowly slid down the damp fabric of her panties. Broadway's eyes flew open momentarily but slipped back closed as Royce began caressing the soft skin of her thigh and lower abdomen before sliding his fingers inside of her. Broadway moaned against his mouth in ecstasy and arched her back further against his lean frame. He moved within her slowly at first, but gradually increased the speed as her slick opening became wetter, spilling her juices over his hand and trickling onto her bed sheets. Broadway tangled her hands in his hair and gasped his name between each ragged breath. She could feel his hard need pressing into her upper thigh and it made her want him more and more with every flick of his wrist.
As though he could understand her every thought, Royce removed his hand and picked her up roughly by the waist, situating himself at her hot slit. In one single thrust, he was inside her and the two had become one. He held her securely to his body as they adjusted to her tightness. Broadway clung to his body helplessly and whimpered in pure delight. A solitary and harsh groan left Royce's throat and he forced back the near painful heat that seared through his body. They moved their bodies together in unison, adoringly at first, but their thrusts became more forceful and their cries became louder. Broadway felt her body begin to tremor uncontrollably and she clung frantically to her lover as she spilled out onto herself and Royce for nearly the second time that night. He uttered an exhausted moan and collapsed on to her warm shuddering body, nuzzling the side of her neck and placing delicate kisses on her damp skin. He rolled onto his back and took Broadway into his arms again, leaning her head on his shoulder gently. She kissed his skin lovingly and entwined his fingers in her own, lying in silence for many minutes as the cool late-summer breeze floated in through her open window.
Royce watched her sleepily. He needed to regenerate like nothing else, but god DAMN was it worth it! "You're a part of me now, Dolly." He said wearily. "And you always will be." Broadway tightened her clasp on his hands and snuggled into his body more.
"We're a part of each other, Royce. Things are going to be much different from now on."
"Are you worried about what the others will think?"
"I couldn't care less about what they have to think. I'm with my love. I love you Royce, and nothing is going to change that."
Royce held her closer. "I've waited all my life for a dolly like you." He whispered. "And I'm so glad I found you."
Broadway yawned and pulled the blankets over them both, he eyelids dropping exhaustedly. "Tell me about it, Stud." And with that, she drifted into the best sleep of her life.
CHAPTER 22 - Become One
Royce wasn't too sure how he was able to get them back to Broadway's house without totaling the car, he wasn't used to driving with someone straddling him. They managed to get in alright and even managed to climb the steps to her room, tangled in each others arms without waking anyone else up, or getting noticed by the other ghosts.
Broadway reached behind her and locked the attic door and pulled the steps up before returning to the Princes mouth. They clumsily made their way towards her bed, kicking off their shoes as they went. Royce shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and it fell to the floor heavily, before his hands found their way up the back of Broadway's shirt. The back of her knees bumped the edge of her bed and Broadway roughly pulled Royce on top of her. Her fingers gracelessly found the front of her ghosts' jeans and she hurriedly undid them while slipping out of her own shit. Royce pulled his shirt over his head gingerly, as if something in his arms still gave him pain. Broadway gave him a concerned look, but he only pressed his lips to her collarbone. A slight moan escaped Broadway's lips close to his ear and something began to stir deep within Royce; a greater sense of urgency and need, which Broadway seemed to mirror in abundance.
Broadway struggled out of her pants and shifted higher on the bed. Royce took a moment to observe her in the dim, almost non-existent light. She was clad only in black lacy undergarments, her hair fanning out behind her on the dark bed sheets. Her chest heaved with every breath and her legs rubbed together impatiently. Royce decided that he had never in his existence seen or will see anyone or anything more beautiful than Broadway. Her hands roamed up and over his muscular arms and shoulders, her fingers tracing the tiny bumps and scars along the way lovingly. She searched his torso affectionately, her small warm hands running along the muscles on his chest and stomach before pulling him down on top of her once more. She placed small bites and kisses on his neck and shoulder, imagining that with every tender embrace she was transferring her warmth into his body. She was giving him a piece of her soul.
Broadway moaned again and whispered his name as she felt his hands travel up and down her body, stopping in the middle of her back to undo the clasp of her bra. She pulled her arms out of the straps and tossed the garment on the floor along with the rest of her clothing and arched her back into Royce. He held her tightly and locked gazes with her, blinking with the slow, purposefulness she had grown the love. Without having to say a word, Broadway knew what he was going to ask. There was the familiar air of uncertainty in his movements, and hers as well. Broadway never would have guessed that she would give the gift of her virginity to a ghost. A ghost from the 50's to be exact. She smiled at the thought of how she was going to ruin the boy's innocence and dug her nails roughly into Royce's back, gaining herself a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure from the ghost.
"Broadway I.." His voice was rough with need and she cut him off by placing her finger to his lips.
"I know Royce. Just do what feels right." Broadway lifted her head and closed her lips around one of his earlobes. "I'm not going to stop you."
Cocking his eyebrow, he dropped his head. "I'm not as innocent as you think, Dolly." Catching her off guard, Royce grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the bed beneath him. His lips cut off Broadway's cry of alarm as he claimed her mouth once more in a fierce kiss; the two exploring every inch of each others mouths immodestly. He brought his knee up between her shapely legs and slowly slid down the damp fabric of her panties. Broadway's eyes flew open momentarily but slipped back closed as Royce began caressing the soft skin of her thigh and lower abdomen before sliding his fingers inside of her. Broadway moaned against his mouth in ecstasy and arched her back further against his lean frame. He moved within her slowly at first, but gradually increased the speed as her slick opening became wetter, spilling her juices over his hand and trickling onto her bed sheets. Broadway tangled her hands in his hair and gasped his name between each ragged breath. She could feel his hard need pressing into her upper thigh and it made her want him more and more with every flick of his wrist.
As though he could understand her every thought, Royce removed his hand and picked her up roughly by the waist, situating himself at her hot slit. In one single thrust, he was inside her and the two had become one. He held her securely to his body as they adjusted to her tightness. Broadway clung to his body helplessly and whimpered in pure delight. A solitary and harsh groan left Royce's throat and he forced back the near painful heat that seared through his body. They moved their bodies together in unison, adoringly at first, but their thrusts became more forceful and their cries became louder. Broadway felt her body begin to tremor uncontrollably and she clung frantically to her lover as she spilled out onto herself and Royce for nearly the second time that night. He uttered an exhausted moan and collapsed on to her warm shuddering body, nuzzling the side of her neck and placing delicate kisses on her damp skin. He rolled onto his back and took Broadway into his arms again, leaning her head on his shoulder gently. She kissed his skin lovingly and entwined his fingers in her own, lying in silence for many minutes as the cool late-summer breeze floated in through her open window.
Royce watched her sleepily. He needed to regenerate like nothing else, but god DAMN was it worth it! "You're a part of me now, Dolly." He said wearily. "And you always will be." Broadway tightened her clasp on his hands and snuggled into his body more.
"We're a part of each other, Royce. Things are going to be much different from now on."
"Are you worried about what the others will think?"
"I couldn't care less about what they have to think. I'm with my love. I love you Royce, and nothing is going to change that."
Royce held her closer. "I've waited all my life for a dolly like you." He whispered. "And I'm so glad I found you."
Broadway yawned and pulled the blankets over them both, he eyelids dropping exhaustedly. "Tell me about it, Stud." And with that, she drifted into the best sleep of her life.