Here's chapter 11! There is lots of sweet Huddy (smut) in this. Trying to decide on where to take this… lot of ideas bouncing around. Anyways, enjoy!
…She was cut off by his expression as she rounded the corner. It was serious and brooding, and the light in his eyes bore some resemblance to the one that appeared when he solved a case. Suddenly he blurted," So I think I should move in." …
She didn't respond immediately, her jaw going slack with surprise. His expression became unsure, his tone vulnerable and insecure, "I mean most of my crap is here anyway and It would just be a formality, I'm already here most nights anyways, unless you just wanted me here to help you out with the-"She recovered finally and cut off his growingly desperate rambling, "Greg. Shut up. Of course I want you to stay with me. We're… well we're a couple now. We love each other. Why not occupy the same space?" He heaved a relieved sigh, and then gestured for her to join him where he lay, still half beneath her bed. She settled beside him without hesitation, a million watt smile lighting up her face.
He loved it when she smiled like that, especially when he was the cause. Reaching up his hand he caressed her cheek, her infectious smile spreading to his own lips as she closed her eyes and leaned into his palm, covering his hand with her own. His thumb traced her cheekbone lightly, and the urge to explore her features, to commit each to memory seized him. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to hers. "Keep your eyes closed." He murmured, not quite a command, but he knew she would listen.
He lifted her in his arms, again the movement slow and deliberate. He was going to take his time. He offered up a silent thanks to the heavens, a God he insisted he didn't believe in, for the ability to do so. Placing her ever so gently on the bed, he leaned down next to her. Pressing his lips to hers again for just a moment, before moving them first to one eyelid, then the other.
He didn't stop until his lips had kissed every inch of her face, stopping to press a lingering kiss to her smiling mouth. He was nowhere near finished yet. His hands replaced his lips, his sensitive fingertips tracing over the line of her jaw, the soft curve of her lips, reveling in the smooth porcelain skin of her cheeks. He even explored her ears, from tip to lobe, and then running his fingers carefully through her hair. He skillfully massaged her scalp, wringing a content sigh from her lips.
He smiled down at her, and almost as if she knew, her eyes snapped open. "I love you." She stated simply. "I love you too." He was surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded. Her eyes took on a mischievous glint, and as he leaned down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him down onto the bed, scooting over so he was sprawled out beside her. She leaned over him, whispering huskily in his ear," My turn. Close your eyes."
He suppressed a shiver that coursed through his body at her low voice, always sexy, but when she tried, he found absolutely irresistible. He closed his eyes dutifully, but couldn't resist mumbling, "Yes mistress." She released a low growl that ended up sounding more like a purr, before she began to copy his earlier performance, kissing every inch of his face, though she paused to run her smooth cheek to his stubble covered one. Her kiss to his lips was not so tender, but was hot, filled with passion. He responded immediately, acknowledging the change in mood readily.
She lifted one leg over his body to straddle his hips, her hands making a quick run through his hair, traveling palm down over his rough stubble and down to his shirt, not breaking the kiss. His own hands reached up, easing under the stretchy tank top she had thrown on. Suddenly a need to have her exposed again seized him, and he gripped the fabric and tugged it up over her head. She caught on quickly and leaned away to help him, snagging the hem of his shirt and pulling it off as well.
He sat up, with her still on his lap, their bare torso's pressed together. The heat, always present between them, a constant fiery undertone to every interaction, increased exponentially, headed towards supernova as their lips connected again. Sweet touches became something else entirely as they melded together, so close they hardly counted as two. Moans of pleasure filled the room, from who they originated from they couldn't tell and didn't care.
They simply couldn't get enough of each other. It was always like this, she would always respond this way to him, and he to her. His sleep pants were kicked off, and her underwear slid down her legs, his hands splayed across her lower back as hers buried themselves in his hair. His lips left hers only to latch on to neck, nibbling at the exposed skin below her earlobe as his hands trailed up her back to her shoulders. He couldn't resist growling possessively, "Mine."
She shivered, not simply at his hot breath on her skin, but all that the word implied, and the fact that he was right. It felt right. But there was more to it than that, because just as she was his, he was hers. It would always be that way. "Yes." She tried to feed everything into that one word, that single syllable, and locked her eyes with his, blue gray meeting his cobalt blue. With that single look they said something that couldn't be explained with a million words. He rolled suddenly, so that he was positioned atop her.
With a groan he kissed her again, wondering how he could possibly want someone so much, how he could love her so much. He'd always known, had always kept a secret hidden hope that maybe she felt it too, but had refused to acknowledge it, his pain always reminding him how he wasn't good enough. How he would fail her. But he could now, he could have everything he'd ever wanted and more, but that wasn't enough for him now. He was going to give her what she wanted; because making her happy was the only way he could get even close now.
He closed his eyes, afraid for a moment that she would see how much she had of him, how completely hers he was. Her hand on his face made them open again, and when he looked at her, he saw something in her eyes, and recognized it as exactly what he was feeling. He wasn't alone anymore. Grasping her hand, he twined their fingers together and thrust into her.
He kissed her softly, hesitating a moment, before he slowly started to move. Every time they collided he was shocked at the intensity of the sensations, her warmth surrounding him, and her simple beauty took his breath away. Their pace increased and their rhythms synchronized immediately, in that effortless way that only two lovers connected at the soul can have.
Energy pooled in her stomach in anticipation, and as he surrounded her, his smell and taste and feel of him inside her, her orgasm shredded her body. It shot through her system, igniting every nerve in her body, spreading like wildfire till it reached her vocal chords, and she called out his name.
He was right behind her, locked in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He roared her name into her hair, spilling himself inside her. He collapsed beside her in a boneless heap, and they both struggled to regain their breath as they came down from the high.
Finally he pulled her to his chest. "I sincerely hope this becomes a regular thing." He grinned widely. "I can definitely handle that."
Fluffy smut abound, but I can't seem to get anything else to come forward. Ill update soon. Hey and leave a review maybe? Thanks for reading.