Down to Business

Why in the hell am I so heavy? Lain thought.She opened her eyes, and then quickly shut them; the light was brightly flowing in through the curtains. When she finally opened her eyes, Rupert was beside her, arm across her stomach, and his legs intertwined with hers. How'd he get here? He was in his bed before... Lain said to herself.

"'Morning, love." Rupert yawned and gave her a sleepy smile. He drew lazy circles on her stomach, making Lain shiver slightly. She rolled over, too tired to even think about getting up. She felt his breath on her neck, his tongue on her skin. He attacked her pulse point, causing her to mew in pleasure.

"I quite like waking up with you," he said against her neck, lavishing his attention on her pale skin. He kissed his way up to her lips, and captured them in a heated kiss. Lain rested her hands on his chest, trying desperately to keep her sanity in tact. He was in bed with her; there was only so much further this could go...Lain jumped when she felt his hand snake under her shirt, not expecting him to do it.

"I'm sorry, love-"

"No."

"No?" He was puzzled.

"Don't... stop."

"Are you sure?" Concern was laced through his green eyes, lust and passion forgotten. She kissed him again, and again, over and over.

"Yes."

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Rupert awoke like he had that morning. He was feeling light, fuzzy; he was feeling an unnatural high. Lain was cuddled up flush against him, her arm draped across his bare stomach. He stared at Lain's sleeping form, watching her breathe. Her chest moved up and down as she slept, looking very much like an innocent child.

He wondered what her mother would say, if she found out that they had slept together. He knew her mother was against her coming here, to be with him. Maybe it was because she was afraid of losing oldest daughter, maybe it was because Lain would decide she wanted to stay here, with him. Maybe it was because her mother still needed her. Maybe her mother wanted to feel needed.

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"You what?" Emma's voice was shrill.

"You heard me."

"Your mum is going to kill you."

"My mum isn't going to find out, Em. She'll kill Rupert, lecture me and then slowly kill me."

"Yeah. Let's hope she doesn't ring you."

"Oh yeah, if she does, I'm totally dead."

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"I love you," he whispered, hands tangled in her soft, dark hair, kissing his way down her neck. She didn't try to stifle the moan forming in the back of her throat. He stopped at her pulse point, sucking hotly, obviously enjoying the erotic sounds she was emitting.

He continued to lavish his attention on her neck, slowly moving to the delicate slope of her shoulder. He pushed her dressing gown further down off her shoulder, leaving much of her exposed to him. Lain raked her nails along his bare back, leaving Rupert to groan in her fingers' wake.

He sucked and licked on her shoulder, making her arch into him in the most delicious of ways. He kissed his way back up to her lips, claiming them in a hot and passionate kiss. He broke away, much to Lain's chagrin. She growled, pulling him on top of her again.

"I want you," he said, against her lips, eyes clouded, thick, with want.

"Then... take me."