Unexpected Affair
By: keep.your.groove.on.baby
Disclaimer: Still, no.
A/N: Ok so I noticed by the…three reviews I got overnight that some of you didn't quite like that chapter. Well, like I said before, this damn thing like…took off in a random direction and I've been trying to keep up with it. This might be the last chapter if I can keep my plans straight. Enjoy!
Chapter Six
"Fo' thousand pounds an' 'at's my limit, woman," an angry bassist said with a growl without looking at the person next to him.
Noodle looked up from the car catalog she was browsing through and shot him a questioning glare. They were on the road now, back to Essex, Noodle's feet were sticking out the passenger window, a cigarette in one hand and the other supporting the catalog. Murdoc was driving with an angry scowl on his face, his eyes darting over to the pack of cigarettes sitting next to Noodle's thigh on her seat.
"Your limit?" she asked, the questioning glare turning into a deadly one almost instantly, "You are the one who burned my car to the ground! The least you could do is buy me a nicer car," she said, taking one last final hit from her cigarette and flicking it out the window. Almost subconsciously she reached for the pack next to her, her one hand fumbling to open it.
"Smoke one more o' those an' I'm not buyin' yeh jack shit," Murdoc growled.
Noodle rolled her eyes and tossed the cigarettes out the window, "Is that better?" she asked somewhat bitterly.
Rolling his eyes as well, Murdoc reached over and grabbed her free hand with his, entwining their fingers together.
He squeezed her hand and smirked at her, "Yeh can smoke an' drink all yeh want when yeh learn 'ow to strike a deal wit' the devil fo' a new body, love."
Noodle smiled, glancing at him queerly, "And what deal did you strike with him, Mr. Nicalls?"
He grinned hearing her say his name like that, "Oh…the usual stuff, love. Continue to worship 'im an' only 'im, take better care o' my body, live a different lifestyle, and 'ave offspring."
Noodle quirked her eyebrow at the last two, "You mean Satan didn't like your lifestyle AND he wants you to have children? I'm assuming so they can be just as evil as you right?" she said with a smirk.
The Satanist shook his head, "No, love. 'e didn't like my lifestyle because I wasn't being productive in…worshippin' I guess yeh could say. My "lifestyle" was gettin' in the way o' my devotion to 'im."
Noodle smirked, "Uh huh…and the kids' part? Evil spawns I presume?" she said puckering her lips with a wink.
He snorted and shook his head, "No, a few 'undred years after the war b'tween 'eaven an' 'ell, God an' Satan came to…terms I guess yeh could say. Satan was allowed to keep followers so long as 'is followers fulfilled 'eir purpose on Earth as 'uman beings. Wot God made 'em fo'."
"And what would that be?" Noodle asked, her eyes wide with intrigue.
"To reproduce, love," he said with a devilish wink. Noodle's face fell, her eyes widening.
"You…you want to have…kids?" she squeaked, subconsciously scooting away from him at the sheer thought.
Murdoc shot her a sideways frown, "Not now dip shit. It's jus' required o' meh if I wan' to stay immor'al."
Noodle's mouth gaped open, "Immortal! You're immortal!"
Murdoc sighed deeply, the frown never leaving his features, "Fo' the time bein' love."
Noodle shook her head, pieces falling together ever so slightly, "Are you using me just to harvest your damn children so you can have a fresh, clean body to abuse as you please?" she shouted.
Murdoc slammed on the breaks, Newton's First Law of Motion acting accordingly and causing everything and anything in the back to fly forward and colliding with the back of their seats. Such objects including mainly Mike and anything that wasn't bolted down.
Before even registering what had just happened, the shaken primate jumped up and ran back into the bedroom, tripping over everything that had tumbled with him towards the front of the Winnebago.
Noodle coughed from the strain her seatbelt was putting on her and said a silent prayer that she had had it on in the first place, and that they were on a desolate road with no backend travelers.
"Are yeh outside yo' fuckin' mind, woman?" Murdoc snarled. Noodle regained her composure after unbuckling her seatbelt and glared back at him, her teeth bared.
"Outside of my mind! This coming from the person who actually needs a new body after just TWENTY YEARS because he fucked up EVERY ORGAN IN HIS ORIGINAL BODY!" Noodle shouted.
Murdoc ripped his fingers through his hair, clenching his teeth, "'ow many fuckin' emotional breakdowns do I 'ave to 'ave IN FRONT OF YOU woman before yeh realize 'at I'm fuckin' serious wit' yeh!"
Noodle crossed her arms and focused her glare on the window next to her seat, an angry pout fixing itself onto her features.
"You just scared me with the "kids" thing…asshole," she whispered.
Suddenly Noodle squealed as she was ripped out of her seat by her arm and landed abruptly in a scowling Satanists lap. Before she could open her mouth to shout again, Murdoc had grabbed her face with his hands and silenced her protest with another bruising kiss. Knowing he would do it on his own if she didn't submit to him and offer, Noodle obediently opened her lips to allow his tongue access to her mouth.
After what seemed like hours of restless and fervent kisses between the bassist and the guitarist, Murdoc pulled his swollen lips away from hers and scowled at her, earning a wicked grin from her.
"It's jus' a requirement to bein' immor'al, love…I didn't say I 'ad to do it now, jus' eventually," he said evenly.
Noodle sighed, "Do you have to be immortal?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm selfish."
Noodle rolled her eyes with another sigh, "I should have known. And I take it you want me to become immortal as well?"
He smirked and gave her a short kiss on the lips, "Eventually, love."
Noodle threw up her hands with yet another sigh, "When is all this stuff bound to happen? Kids and immortality? Jesus…"
"'e ain't got nothin' to do wit' it, love," he said with another smirk before frowning at her, "and 'ow bout we get past at least the forty-eight hour mark before we talk about kids and yeh signin' yo'self ov'r to Lucifer? Shit…"
Noodle pouted, pushing herself out of his lap and plopping down in her seat and ripping open the car catalog she had been perusing through earlier.
"You're still buying me a car you bitch," she muttered.
Murdoc grinned evilly, putting the Winnebago into drive and heading off again, "Whatever you say love."
Noodle glanced at with him with her own evil smirk, "I think I say ten thousand pounds, love."
There was no way. True…it had been five years since…since. But this was just outrageous. The Axe Princess had the mindset to grab her scythe from the back and go on a killing spree…and wipe out all the losers that gawk at their website, watching like a bunch of fucking vultures and forcing them to slowly demolish her room for effect.
Demolish? The word didn't cover the full effect of the situation. Eradicate? Yea…that worked nicely.
Noodle sat with her elbows on the dash of the Winnebago, her hands covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face…her eyes were fixated on her eradicated room.
She had never known which part of the house her room was on if you looked at it from the outside…now she knew. Parked in front of the Kong Studios gate, Noodle cried aloud at the sight of a gaping hole on the left side of Kong, a gaping hole that used to be her room.
Murdoc sighed, his foot propped up against the steering wheel and his forehead resting against his fingers. They'd been sitting there for fifteen minutes already, Noodle crying uncontrollably at the site of where her former room had been. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from sighing. He didn't know how to comfort her, although he wished he could.
He heard her sniffed and glanced over to see her wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She brought her gaze back upon the missing part of Kong and sighed, "I lost my job, then my family, then my home, my life, my car and now I don't even have a bedroom to be "reborn" in," she said, biting her lip and shaking her head in disbelief, "Un-fucking believable."
Murdoc didn't even flinch at the venomous tone in her voice, but instead sighed himself, "S'posedly good fo' our image," he said.
"And where am I gona stay Murdoc? Huh?" she asked, glaring at him speculatively.
He frowned back at her, "Wit' me," he said simply.
Noodle looked away, her emerald eyes almost burning with tears at the sight before her, "and what about the other missing pieces? The rest of the things I've lost in my life? Are you gona fix those too?" she hissed.
Murdoc pinched the bridge of his nose gently, still unsure of how stable the cartilage was and sighed.
"Well, love, yo' family an' yo' job an' yo 'ome are waitin' fo' yeh inside 'at 'ouse right 'ere. Yo' life is gona start back o'er as soon as yeh decide it should, an' I already said I was gona buy yeh a damn car. Wot more do yeh want?" he said with a sideways glare towards her.
"A place to sleep?" she asked.
He snorted, "'opefully wit' me, love."
Noodle looked at him with a questioning glare, "That's not—"
She paused and looked off into space, thinking to herself. Murdoc raised a questioning brow at her.
"S'not wot?" he asked.
A moment later Noodle shook her head, her eyes focusing back on him, "Nothing, I'll stay with you," she smiled, "Let's go inside. The rest of my family is waiting."
Sweat was glistening off the lanky man's body as he stiffened under the woman on top of him. He gripped her hips with his massive hands, bouncing her down onto his hard shaft at an increasing pace. The woman squeezed her thighs closes against his hips, arching her back, her hips pushing forward slightly and causing the singer to wince from his member bending. The woman reverted herself back, her breasts flopping around and her mouth gaping open, "Oh, yes. More! More! Give me more!" she shouted.
2D's eyes had remained close from the moment she had lowered herself on top of him, but her annoying voice and shouting caused him to furrow his brow and grunt. This was probably the fourth time he had to concentrate on his release instead of letting it come on its own and she was breaking his damn concentration.
Stupid wench didn't know how to be a good lay let alone how to function normally as a human being. He watched her walk into the bar and was pleased to see that she was already drunk, thus leading him to believe her to be an easy lay…thus leading to this aggravating situation right now. Fortunately he didn't surrender his name to her but she did…no of course he didn't remember.
2D mentally shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate on anything that would end this annoyance. Thinking, thinking…women…blondes…he liked blondes…she wasn't a blonde. Shut up! Think of a blonde…blonde…big knockers…thick legs…nice, round ass….oooh…yeah…ooh.
2D growled as his body stiffened with release, his essence exploding into the rubber glove that wrapped around his member snugly, the warm cushion of the woman's inner walls practically ignored from aggravation and disgust. Before he even started to go limp, 2D pulled himself out of her with a wet – pop! – and rolled out from underneath her and off his bed. He pulled off the rubber lifesaver and tossed it in the general direction of the trash, pulling on his boxers so his member tucked back inside. He kept his back to her as he grabbed his pills and cigarettes off the nightstand, popping four…nah make it five of the fat, white pills and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, and opening his eyes for the first time in…a fucking hour.
He heard a deep moan behind him, "Oh, baby you are so good." He ignored her and bent down to grab his pants, pulling them on and buttoning them. He grabbed his wallet out of the back pocket and pulled out a large bill, throwing it behind him onto the bed, "Get out," he mumbled.
She scowled at the bill, "I'm not a prostitute." He didn't move except to flick his cigarette with his tongue to drop the ash onto his already filthy floor, "Taxi. Now get out," he said again. He kept his back turned as the ugly brunette quickly dressed herself, grabbing the bill angrily and ripping open his door without a word. When his door opened to the car park he heard a familiar engine running and he frowned.
Muds is home? Said he'd be gone for a couple months…
The door slammed shut and the singer closed his eyes again, counting to thirty to ensure that he could open the door safely without seeing his recent sexual exercise. It took him longer than thirty seconds, more like five minutes since his pills had decided to kick in and he kept reaching nineteen and forgot what was next and felt the need to start over. Once reaching thirty he grabbed his cigarette out of his mouth and turned around, opening his door and walking into the car park half naked.
Yep, sure enough the Winnebago was back in its usual spot next to his room, this time however he hadn't nose dived into the wall. That had been a fucking horrifying way to wake up…horrible. He didn't see anyone in the driver's seat or the passenger seat, but before he could scan the other windows he heard the door open on the opposite side and he waited for Murdoc to emerge, taking a defensive step back out of habit.
He heard voices coming from the Winnebago…or were they coming from behind him…didn't he smoke this cigarette? Why was it long again? Maybe he wasn't smoking it at all…maybe it was just an illusion. Maybe life was an illusion—
"'D?" the question came from an unfamiliar feminine voice and immediately 2D's loins began to tingle from naughty thoughts that instantly began running through his mind at an alarmingly fast rate considering how slow thoughts were being processed. All of this happened in a matter of seconds before his eyes could focus or before he could realize that the voice knew his name. He saw a short, blurry figure standing next to the backend of the Winnie, and he smiled at her while his eyes started to focus.
Damn, she was cute, wonder where Muds picked her—wait…
2D's eyes had cleared and immediately bulged, his cigarette falling to the ground from his slack jaw. Standing not even twenty feet away from him was a girl…a girl he thought he'd never see again. Now in that girl's place was a woman, filled out in all the right places, causing his smile and the tingle to grow.
"Noods? 'at 'ew?" he asked just in case his pills made Murdoc look like a woman again. She was wearing a shirt that looked like his, he knew that much for a fact, but the blue jeans were snug against her curves...
The woman pursed her lips, her face expressionless and she nodded curtly, "Yea…it's me 'D."
He smiled even wider and took a step towards her not registering the pissed look on her face or why she would be pissed at him. Suddenly the expressionless face turned into one of disgust and Noodle reeled back, anger and repulsion painted on her face. He frowned, confused, "Love…i's me…2D, remember?" Noodle shook her head furiously, "I don't remember 2D being like this…whoever you are…you look terrible." Murdoc came out from behind her, his eyes focused on his keys in his hands when he looked up at 2D and did a double take, "'oly shit, dullard! Wot the fuck 'appened to yeh?" 2D frowned and spread his hands out in confusion, "'ere'd 'ew find Noodle?" he asked ignoring their looks of disgust and questions of his health. He knew what he looked like and he knew why. That wasn't the point.
"Wallasey," Noodle said, frowning, "Damnit 2D, go take a shower for hell's sake. I don't wana see you like this," and with that she walked away from him to the lift, and the singer noticed Murdoc's eyes following her retreating figure. Then the bassist eyes met his and he frowned, "Yo' sick aren't yeh," he stated.
2D glanced at the lift doors as they closed with their lost guitarist inside before he looked back at Murdoc, "Why's she mad?" he asked, ignoring the third question regarding his failing health.
Murdoc scowled at him for being ignored, but let it go, "'cause we let 'er go, dullard."
2D stood there, the gears not turning fast enough for anything to make sense. Maybe five pills wasn't such a fabulous idea…pills? He should take some pills. What was his real purpose for being—
"'cause we made the El Mañana video Face Ache!" Murdoc barked.
2D flinched and then nodded, "Sorry Muds, jus' wasn't expectin' 'er, 'at's all." Murdoc frowned at the singer and turned around to go back inside the Winnebago, leaving 2D alone in the car park, the realization of what just happened slowly sinking in.
After a solid ten minutes went by, 2D's eyes went wide, "'oly shit, Noodle's back!"
From inside the Winnebago, Murdoc sighed and shook his head, "Gon' 'afta find a new singer soon…"
Noodle walked down the corridor slowly, her eyes taking in every minute detail of what was once her home. Not a single thing had changed. Everything was as it was when she had left. Exactly the same. She passed a door and did a double take when she saw the number seventeen on a door to her left. Her room.
She stared at the white door for a long time, as if studying what was on the other side without even opening the door. Her sign that she'd made was gone and she could hear the wind blowing against the door from the outside. Noodle turned her head away and walked forward, that was in her past, this was her future, and she must ignore the past in order to ensure the success of her future. Or should she?
Noodle paused her footsteps, frowning at the idea. Should she ignore what happened? Would that make everything better for her and her…her band mates so they could move on and live their lives in a happy-go-lucky stupor? Better yet…if she ignored the accidents from her past…would they happen again?
Noodle frowned even further but continued her journey down the corridor towards the kitchen. She would discuss this later with Murdoc and the rest of her band mates. Some issues needed to be addressed and some laws needed to be laid down if she was to stay here. She had to do what needed to be done to ensure her survival…that's all that matters, right?
Noodle heard a sizzle and smiled to herself, her pace involuntarily quickening towards the sound of cooking. She peeked her head into the doorway and smiled at the large frame standing in front of the stove. Tears formed in the guitarists eyes at the sight of her surrogate father. She bit her lip and shook her head; she hadn't wanted to leave him but she'd had to. She'd had to…
His back was to her so Noodle cleared her throat loudly, causing the drummer to whip his head around and face her with a glare, "Who are you?" he snapped. Noodle smiled, the tears streaming down her face in a steady flow now, "Your baby girl," she whispered. Russel's face fell and he dropped the spatula that he had in his hand, neither of them flinching as it clanged on the floor loudly. He turned his body around to face her fully, his white eyes wide and his jaw slack at the woman standing before him.
"Noodle?" she nodded with a smile, taking a step towards him. "It's me, Russel, I'm back." he continued to stare at her as she walked towards him, until she stood right in front of his large bulk. Noodle's face fell from a joyous smile to a concerned frown. He looked almost as bad as 2D, bags under his eyes and lines creasing his face. She raised her hand, about to place it on his arm when suddenly he grabbed her up in a giant hug. Noodle's arms were immobile but she pressed her face into his shoulder, the tears coming out in broken sobs. In between gasps she could hear him crying as well.
"I missed yo' so much, baby girl. I was so afraid," he cried, squeezing her little body against his big one. Noodle continued to sob against his shoulder, "Not a day went by when I wasn't thinking about you, Russ. I missed you so much." He released her from the giant, bear hug, the little guitarist sliding down his front and landing softly on the floor, her eyes never leaving his. Russel cupped her face with his big hands and smiled, "Are yo' back fo' good, baby girl?" Noodle nodded, "We just need to establish a few things, things that I never had the guts to put my foot down about five years ago."
Noodle's nose twitched as the pungent odor of burnt food wafted up her nostrils. Russel's white eyes went wide and he spun around to attend to his cooking. "Shit! My chicken's burned…" he muttered. Noodle smiled at his back, "Sorry, Russ. I'll make you something if you want…" The drummer turned his head around to look at her, his eyebrow quirked, "Oh no you don't girl, you've had a long drive and yo' need yo' sleep—" Remembering that Noodle didn't have a room anymore Russel sighed, putting the pan down on a cool burner and setting his hands on the counter to rest his weight on, "Do yo' need a place to sleep?" he asked. Noodle winced and bit her lip, "Um, I'm…I'm staying with Murdoc," she said cautiously. Nineteen or not she knew she was still Russel's little girl and letting go of her wouldn't be so—
He interrupted her thoughts with a sigh, his head bowed "Did he change, Noodle? Is he different?"
Noodle frowned, not quite understanding what that had to do with anything. Shrugging she answered him simply and honestly, "Yea, Russ, he has." He nodded and sighed again before turning around and smiling at her again, "Sweet dreams baby girl. It's good to have you back." He gave her another hug and a kiss on her forehead before turning and focusing on his burnt cooking. Noodle wasn't sure if this was a simple good night dismissal or if he was angry with her, but he wasn't giving off that I'm-gona-kill-Murdoc-in-his-sleep vibe so Noodle relaxed and crept out of the kitchen towards the lift that would take her to the car park.
Russel closed his eyes and sighed, his head shaking when he heard the lift lower itself to the car park. So he had gone after her. Russel remembered how odd it was to walk down to the car park to get food from storage and find the Winnebago gone and a note on the busted wall next to 2D's door saying:
Back in a few days. Don't fuckin' leave
Cause I'm comin' back, retards.
-Murdoc Nicalls
The thought had crossed the drummer's mind that maybe the bassist had gone after their lost guitarist but Russel just shrugged it off, turning away from the note and the disgusting noises coming from the singer's door not even four feet away. At this point, Russel didn't care if Murdoc wanted Noodle in that way or not, he could deal with that himself when the Satanist got home. All he wanted was for Noodle to come home, his baby girl.
Noodle was stirred slowly from her sleep by a deep, melodic beat that surrounded her body in a blanket of rhythm. Stretching with a open-mouthed yawn, Noodle peeked an eye open to see Murdoc sitting on the edge of the bed she was in, his favorite bass guitar cradled in his arms as his fingers plucked the strings gently but fervently. His were closed but his fingers never stopped the rhythm and Noodle frowned, slowly recognizing the beat. Suddenly he stopped and playing and she smiled in recognition.
"All of which makes me anxious…at times unbearably so," she mumbled aloud, causing him to open his eyes and smirk at her. "Glad to see yeh 'aven't forgotten any o' our songs, love." Noodle shook her head with a smile and stretched again, her back arching with tiny pops. Once her body relaxed she glanced at the clock next to his bed and sighed, "It's eleven o'clock, are you going to sleep soon?" He nodded and put his bass in its stand near the foot of the bed. He kicked off his boots and socks and stood to finish undressing himself down to his underwear before climbing under the new, clean sheets Noodle had insisted they buy before coming home.
He nestled down in the bed behind Noodle's back, his body spooning hers. However he lifted the sheet to look under the covers when his legs touched Noodle's to find that she wasn't wearing any pants and hopefully no panties as far as he was concerned. All she had on was his shirt he'd given her the other day. She snuggled closer into his chest and he noticed a smirk on her face.
He arched an eyebrow, his hand sliding down to her bare thigh, "Yeh tryin' to do somethin' love?" he asked gently. Noodle rolled over so she was on her back looking up at him with a devilish grin on her face. She glanced to her left and he followed her eyes to the cameras that were bolted to his ceiling in front of his bedroom, kitchen and driver's seat. He hadn't connected them yet since he'd come back from Wallasey and didn't really want to. He looked down at her face and saw that she was smiling again, "As long as those stay off, then yes I am." He cocked his head to the side, glancing peculiarly at the lifeless rotating cameras, "Neva' suspected yeh to be one fo' yo' privacy love." He said with a snicker which earned him a smack on his bare chest. Noodle snorted at him but scooted closer, their hips touching lightly. She moved herself under his raised head so the pillow elevated her head so her lips were almost touching his ear, "It's a big difference between you staring at me naked in the shower and the public staring at us…in bed." She purred into his ear, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, "So…so wot are yeh proposin' love?" he asked quietly. Noodle smiled at his reaction and kissed his neck, earning another small tremble and a growl from deep within the bassist's throat, "After…I'm proposing we shut the door in the faces of the public…and live our lives the way we want to. How does that sound?" she asked with another kiss to his neck. He nodded at her proposal but she saw that his face was scrunched up in confusion, "After wot, love?"
That questioned earned the bassist a feral grin from Noodle as she snuck her hand down his abdomen to his underwear line, hooking her finger into the elastic and running her finger across the forbidden flesh that she couldn't see. Her grin widened as Murdoc's eyes widened more than when she had stood in front of him stark naked. He lowered his head so his forehead rested against hers, "Love…are yeh…are yeh sure?" He asked. Noodle smiled upon feeling her neck practically vibrate with pleasure from not her but him and she nodded, "I know you mean it when you say it, and it means a lot to me since it's such a breakthrough for you. And I love you for that." She said simply. He smirked at her, dipping his head down to capture her lips with his, softly for once instead of the bruising need from before. He slid his hand up from her bare thigh…past her bare rear…up to her bare hips and grabbed both hips to roll her over on top of him, breaking the kiss after she was settled on his stomach. She spread her legs so they fell on either side of his hips and pulled herself off his chest, her bottom lowering to sit on his crotch. However the moment her nether region touched his, Noodle gasped, flinching from the feeling that surged through her body, the focal point being where his erection met her empty warmth.
Noodle's brow scrunched in confusion and she saw him smirk at her from where he lay. Quirking her brow even more, Noodle moved her hips against him, flinching again when the feeling that was absent from her neck was coming from the junction between her legs. Suddenly her expression cleared and the final pieces of the puzzle fell snugly into place. She snorted, shaking her head, "So it's always been you then? You did this on purpose," she said touching her scar lightly, "so that…so that…" Noodle's brow reverted back to its confused state and he smirked, answering the question she still hadn't realized, "So I could be the only man to ever make you feel the way you should…the right way." He said. Noodle nodded, excited to feel what she she'd been missing out on. He sat himself up so Noodle was sitting on his thighs and his face was level with hers. Caressing her cheek with one hand he kissed her again, this time pouring in the love he was slowly learning how to express.
She deepened the kiss, her back arching forward as both of his hands slid around her back and up her spine in a slow caress, his shirt removing off her body at the same time. They broke the kiss to allow the shirt to go over her head and on the floor. His eyes fell over her bare skin, her scar like a black spot on the moon. Her breasts were pale and larger than he remembered seeing them, her nipples small and taut, his mouth watering at the sheer thought of tasting them. His eyes roamed for more though, locking immediately onto the dark triangle at the junction of her legs and he groaned, feeling himself get harder.
His eyes darted to her face when she smiled and he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms going under hers to cling to her back and her arms resting on his shoulders and snaking around his neck. His eyes were closed and he rocked back and forth slowly with her in his arms and his head resting in the crook of her neck, "Yo' so beautiful, love." He whispered, the words unfamiliar in his mouth but the sound of his voice saying nice things to her was starting to grow on him slightly. Noodle responded by squeezing him closer to her, his eyes opening slightly at the increase in affection.
His eyes fixated on another dark spot, this time on her shoulder and he frowned, leaning his head over to examine the tattoo he didn't realize she had. It was a guitar, very much like the first one she had and the stem of her scythe was wrapped around the handle of the guitar, the blade looming over the guitar like a protective arm. He snorted, "When did 'at get 'ere?" Noodle moved her head out of the crook of his opposite shoulder so her head was next to his looking at her shoulder.
"Three years after I ran away. Didn't you see it in Wallasey? It was right in front of your face the whole time." He snorted at her, "So was yo' scythe and yo' breasts love…believe me I was not lookin' at yo' shoulder." Noodle shrugged, slowly falling back so her head was at the foot of his bed, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist. He arched an eyebrow at her and she returned the expression with one of her own, "Do you always take this long or am I just a special case?"
"Yo' a special case, love." He said with a wink, stretching himself out so his legs were on either side of his pillow and his face right at her breasts. He glanced at her before closing his eyes, his mouth closing over her right nipple, his tongue extending instantly to tease the tiny bud. Noodle gasped throwing her head back into the bed, her hands finding his hair and running her fingers through it. After what seemed like hours but was mere minutes, Murdoc moved from her right to her left breast, his hand continuing where his mouth had left off on her right. Noodle's gasped again, her back arching at the attention her chest was receiving on both sides.
His tongue swirled and darted around her nipple, his own legs quivering with a strong desire for the woman that lay beneath him. After more agonizing minutes for both of them, Murdoc lifted himself off her body, using one hand to pull of his restrictive underwear, a sigh of relief and a gasp of surprise echoing in the bedroom when the preventive garment was thrown to the side. Murdoc lifted his head to see Noodle staring at his erection with a look of excitement and apprehension written on her face. He smirked kissing her belly and causing her to look at him, "I'll be gentle, love." Noodle smiled, Murdoc moving up her body, one arm pulling her leg up to his side.
He stared down at her, her emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. He smiled at her, earning a gasp and a wide smile from Noodle. "Yo' sure yo' ready, love?" he asked quietly. She nodded, "I love you." She whispered. "I love yeh, too." He said, leaning down to kiss her and raising her hips, pushing himself into her slowly, Noodle's body stiffening from his entrance. Raising her other leg to the other side of his arm, Murdoc started a slow pace that gradually grew, both of them moaning and writhing on the sheets.
After hours of consummating their relationship, Murdoc and Noodle lay at the head of his bed, both sweaty and breathing harder than usual. Noodle waited until she heard Murdoc snore lightly before opening her eyes against the darkness of the Winnebago, her eyes immediately darting to the ceiling where she knew the cameras were. She grinned evilly…it was time to start putting her plan into action. Phase one of her plan…take her anger out on the public. Phase two……Live.
Epilogue
Not even an hour after completing her bond with the Satanist, Noodle set out with her scythe in hand and Mike trailing behind her with a sickle in his, taking out every single camera in Kong Studios. It took her a little over four hours to hack off the public's eyes to Kong, and all were destroyed except one. She left the one outside on and in one piece so the only thing the fans could see is the outside of Kong and the gaping hole that signified the missing piece that was thrown away due to a publicity stunt.
Six months later, Murdoc did what he thought he'd never do and proposed to Noodle in December. A year later they were married and still living out of the Winnebago, making plans to dig Gorillaz out of the hole they had fallen into after her departure. Two months before the wedding was Halloween, Noodle's twenty-first birthday. Noodle visited the hell hole that resided beneath Kong in an attempt to awaken Satan and bargain him for immortality. However Noodle quickly learned that sexual temptation wouldn't work on the ultimate tempter so she quickly abandoned the idea. But Lucifer was still a wicked demon and granted her what she requested so long as she worship him and only him and to stay by Murdoc's side for the rest of her immortal days. Noodle agreed. Before leaving, he also made her swear to bear many children, whether they become Satanists or not. She agreed.
Noodle stumbled into the Winnebago after her encounter with Satan, feeling lighter, cleaner and healthier than she had five minutes ago. Murdoc looked up from the paperwork he was scowling and did a double take at his fiancée standing wearily in the doorway. He stood and walked over to her, "Are yeh—" his eyes widened when he looked into her eyes, his jaw dropping slightly.
"What?" Noodle whispered, her brow scrunching with concern. Maybe something had changed physically about her with the transformation of being immortal. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking the corner of her left eye, "Yeh did it didn't yeh?" he whispered, "Yeh made a deal wit' the devil." Noodle nodded, lowering her eyes away from him. He lifted her face so her eyes met his, his smile wide, "Come look." He said. Noodle frowned but followed into the bathroom, moving past him to stand in front of the vanity mirror.
She gasped, her eyes widening at her reflection. Her left eye was no longer a bright emerald but instead a vibrant, ice blue. The type that could be seen from a distance. Her other eye remained its original emerald color, much to her surprise. Noodle spun around to Murdoc who was standing behind her, "What does this mean?" she asked, frowning, "Why didn't this happen to you?" He smiled again, stroking the side of her face with his large hand, "S'the symbol for beginners, love. My eye hasn't been that blue in thirty years." Noodle smiled for the first time since she'd walked through the Winnebago door and hugged him closely.
"Wot's the plan now love? Yeh immor'al, so wot are yeh gona do now?" he asked.
Noodle smiled, "Live." She whispered.
The End