Chapter 6
Pleasant Encounters
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Ian's POV
It is the weekend of the Germany Revelations Convention. Only a few members of the 'Pretty Little Liars' cast could attend this year. I had been pleasantly surprised to discover Lucy would able to attend this year. I haven't seen Lucy at all over the past four, nearly five, months since we wrapped the show. We had an unforgettable night at the wrap party then suddenly it was just nothing. Lucy never returned my calls or texts. I constantly tried to set up a time for us to get together for dinner or to grab a coffee with no luck.
Tonight is the night of the pre-convention party. I have been wondering aimlessly for the past couple hours in search for Lucy. I've held light meaningless mingling with random strangers to help pass the time as I glance around. After what feels like an eternity my eyes finally land on a petite brunette with long chestnut hair dressed in a highly flattering black dress. Excusing myself from my current conversation I swiftly travel to the other side of the room before I lose sight of Lucy.
"You are not an easy woman to find."
Lucy spins around instantly upon hearing my voice. "Ian!" Lucy squeals in happiness as she pulls me into a tight hug. I pull her body close and firmly wrap my arms around her tight. My arms remain tangled around her thin frame longer than they probably should have.
Lucy winds up breaking the hug a few moments later.
"What have you been up to Goose?"
Lucy shrugs her shoulders. "Just a few projects here and there. I've also been able to spend a lot of time back home with my family. What about you, Shiman?"
Glancing down at my glass of scotch I sigh with nothing much to offer. "Nothing exciting."
Lucy and I spend the next half hour catching up with one another while experiencing forced small talk with random people neither of us knew. It is painfully evident Lucy has her fake smile plastered across her face each time we are interrupted. Not having a desire to spend another second at this draining party an idea comes to mind.
"Do you want to get out of here? Maybe go back to the hotel? Literally anywhere but here." I offer with a chuckle.
"Oh god, yes please! Lead the way." Lucy gaps in excitement.
I offer my hand to Lucy which she happily accepts by placing her delicate hand in mine. Leading her out of the building we find ourselves walking the beautiful streets of Germany towards our hotel for the weekend.
The weather had been the perfect temperature until the wind started to pick up. Glancing down at Lucy I notice her faint shivering. Without a word, I slip off the jacket of my dark grey suit then drape the fabric over her shoulders. Lucy blushes and offers a small smile.
"Thank you."
Grinning back I respond, "No problem Goose."
We wonder down the brick path in comfortable silence. Well, it was silent until Lucy tugs on my hand leading me into a liquor store.
"What are you up to Hale?" I wonder aloud curiously.
Lucy glances over her shoulder at me without slowing her pace. "You have to admit, the drinks at that party sucked. Why don't we have a party of our own?"
Lucy wonders around the store waiting for something to jump out at her. After about five minutes Lucy ends up in the whiskey section. It only takes her half a second to locate the bottle she desires.
"Jameson. That's one hell of a whiskey. Never would have pegged you as a whiskey girl, let alone Irish whiskey."
Lucy smirks with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I can be full of surprises. This is my favorite."
This is going to be an interesting night.
"I swear to god!" Lucy giggles hysterically. "It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. The clasp completely broke and right in the middle of the photoshoot; off my bikini top went!"
We are both in an uncontrollable laughing fit. Lucy is lying on her back on the couch in my hotel room with her bare feet in my lap. The bottle of Jameson is just about gone leaving us both rather intoxicated. It is unknown how much time has passed since the two of us entered this room earlier this evening. We have been sharing random stories that have popped into our minds revolving the most absurd things. With how drunk we are it is no surprise everything is funny right now.
"What did you do?" I manage to ask in the midst of my laughter.
"I awkwardly covered my chest with one hand while grabbing my top. Scotty ushered me to the changing room for a new top. I was mortified."
Lucy clutches her stomach with her free hand. "Oh man, I can't breathe. Too much laughing and this dress is too tight."
After a moment Lucy struggles to rise to her feet.
"Can you help me out of this dress? It is soooooo tight."
A lazy grin graces my face at her request. Reaching my hands up, I slowly unzip the little black zipper located at the center of her back. Lucy pushes the thin straps off her shoulder causing the dress to fall into a heap at her ankles.
"Ah, so much better." Lucy turns around to face me granting my eyes the privilege to roam up and down the black silk with lace embroider slip she has on under her dress.
"It certainly is…" I trail off enjoying the beautiful view in front of me.
A faint blush spreads along her cheeks. Lucy drops her head down slightly as she bites her lips and hides behind her long chestnut locks. Reaching out in front of me I place my hands on the backs of her bare thighs. Her skin is incredibly soft and warm. My thumbs slowly caress her legs making her blush a little darker shade of pink.
"I really missed you Lucy."
Lucy gracefully easies down into my lap. She situates her knees to rest on both sides of my hips. My hands instinctively grasp ahold of her petite hips over the silk slip which I should note is pleasurably short.
"I've missed you too." Lucy's hands toy with the back of my neck. Her eyes flicker back and forth between my eyes and my lips. "A lot."
My eyes linger on her luscious lips. I'm suffering an internal fight not to capture those soft, plump lips with my own. Suddenly Lucy's lips are attached to mine. Lucy presses her body weight into mine as the kiss heats up. A faint moan escapes her mouth into the kiss the moment my tongue thrusts into her mouth. I squeeze her hips firmly in my large hands aching to pull her as close as humanly possible.
I am incapable of containing my deep groan at the feeling of Lucy grinding her hips against mine. Slipping my hands up her silk slip my fingers toy with her lace panties which feel to be tiny. Our kiss seems to intensify the more my fingers tease the sides of her panties. Lucy grinds her hips firmly against mine.
"Jesus," Lucy mutters as she circles her hips on my hard cock through my pants.
My lips trail down her neck to bite and suck aggressively on her delicate skin. It's as if I cannot get enough of her. Hearing Lucy pant and moan her pleasure into my ear is what's driving me to suck harder on her recently discovered sweet spot.
"I have a secret to confess." Lucy giggles through her moans.
Pulling back for a moment, my eyes rake over the breathtaking appearance in my lap. "And what would that be my dear?"
"During every sex scene and intense make out session we've shared on the show I could feel your hard cock. I couldn't help but think what it would be like to actually feel that big member inside of me…" Lucy's hand slips down between us to grope my crotch which is painfully hard.
"I think it's time I finally discover how astonishing it will feel." Lucy's large doe like eyes lock onto mine as she slips the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders. Once she lets go of the straps she allows for the fabric to bunch at her waist leaving her chest fully exposed.
"Holy hell." I groan pleasantly. My eyes cannot seem to leave her chest. I have dreamed of this moment for years.
"What do you say we continue this in the bedroom?" Lucy mutters seductively into my ear.
While I am dying to carry this gorgeous woman I have fawned over for years off to the bedroom, I cannot bring myself to do so. We've both consumed a large amount of alcohol, Lucy especially. I don't want the first time I finally cross this line with Lucy to be while we are both drunk.
"Mmm Lucy, Lucy wait a second." I mumble between her kisses. Grasping ahold of the garment I regrettably slip it back up her torso to cover her breasts.
"Whaaat – What are you doing?" Lucy mutters in confusion.
"As much as I would love to do this, I don't think it is such a good idea."
The rejection instantly washes across her face. "You—you don't think… God, how could I be so stupid?"
Lucy pushes herself off of my lap rapidly. Unfortunately the alcohol in her system drastically affected her balance causing her to fall backwards on her ass.
"Lucy are you okay?!" I shout with worry. I try to help her up but she forcefully pushes me away.
"Oh god. I'm going to be sick." Lucy quickly finds her footing then stumbles off in the direction of the bathroom.
I follow behind her, hot on her trail. Lucy makes it just in time for her alcohol to catch up with her. Squatting down behind her, I pull her hair back away from her face while also rubbing her back soothingly.
Once she has finished ridding herself of the alcohol and what little food she consumed tonight, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. Placing her body down on the mattress I gently pull the covers back in order to tuck her in under the sheets.
"Can I get you anything?" I ask Lucy as I hand her a glass of water.
Lucy gulps down the entire glass without a word. Snuggling deeper into the blankets Lucy sighs. Her eyes are shut and faint tears are evident on her cheeks. "Sophie was right… you could never have feelings for me."
"Wait, what? Lucy. Lucy, when did Sophie talk to you? Lucy?" I try shaking her awake in desperation for an answer. Much to my dismay, Lucy is knocked out cold with no sign of awaking until the morning.
"Son of a bitch." Dropping down on the side of the bed I shake my head in confusion at her drowsy confession. What on earth did my ex-girlfriend ever say to Lucy?
Lucy's POV
Waking up seems to come as more of a struggle today than usual. I can't help but snuggle deeper into the warm, welcoming bed enjoying the pleasurable warmth and comfort that has overtaken my body.
When I turn my body slightly to adjust my angle I freeze in place realizing there is an arm firmly wrapped around my waist. A male's arm to be exact. Holy fuck. What did I do last night? More importantly, who did commit the unknown acts with? Taking a deep breath, I slowly turn to look over my shoulder dreading the next few moments.
"Jesus Christ," I curse lowly under my breath. Lying in bed next to me, spooning me from behind is no other than Ian fucking Harding.
Sinking back down into my original position I rack my brain for even the smallest recollection of what we did last night. Nothing. Absolutely nothing comes to mind. The last thing I recall is running into Ian at last night's party, other than that my mind is just black.
Despite my internal panic which is rapidly overtaking my entire thought process, I find myself basking in the sense of comfort and safety I am feeling by being wrapped up in his arms. His embrace feels so… normal? I don't know how to describe it, however, it is certainly something I want to experience again.
My desperate need to pee forces me to carefully ease out of bed. After taking care of my bodily demands I stare at his tooth brush located on the counter next to the sink. My mouth feels gross; the last thing I want is to have horrid breath when he wakes up. Without second thought I grab his toothbrush and toothpaste to quickly clean my teeth and freshen my breath.
Feeling much more refreshed and awake I quietly return to the bedroom in hopes of crawling back into Ian's embrace. Lifting the sheets up I delicately ease back up against his body much like how I woke up.
"Good morning. I'm glad waking up in bed with me didn't scare you off. Especially after last night…" Ian's sexy gruff voice mumbles in my ear.
"Mmm what happened last night that would have scared me off? Let me guess, you are extremely kinky in bed?" I giggle carelessly at the thought. I've missed Ian so much these past few months. Our playful banter always lifts my mood.
Ian pulls lightly on my hip to pull me onto my back allowing me to look up at him while he lies on his side.
Ian raises an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Do you remember anything about last night?"
"No…" I shake my head faintly. "Why? I assume we slept together but did something else happen?"
Ian sighs regrettably. "No, we did not sleep together. Well, in the intimate sense that is. Physically we most certainly did." Ian pulls me even closer into his body leaving absolutely no gap between us.
Suddenly little bits of last night flash through my mind. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Ian is referring to him rejecting me last night.
"Oh god. I need to go."
I rush to scramble out of the bed with the plan to flee his room and return to my own hotel room down the hall.
"Lucy. Lucy, wait." Ian moves to sit on top of me preventing me from escaping this bed.
"I have to go Ian. Please. I remember you clearly denying my advances last night. I should just go before I make this situation worse."
Again I attempt to flee the bed with no avail. Ian removes my hands from where they had firmly been placed on his chest. He opts for pinning my hands above my head and pressing a little more weight against my hips ensuring my place underneath him.
"Stop rambling and listen to me." Ian mutters softly, his lips hovering over mine. "Please?"
Reluctantly I seize my squirming. "Okay, I'll listen."
"Yes, I did say no last night before things went too far. However, what you don't know is why I said no to carrying you off to this bedroom. I had been caught up in the moment but as soon as we were about to escalate to another level I suddenly sobered up. I realized how drunk you were and I didn't want either of us to not remember our first time. I wanted to wait until you became sober for me to make sure this is actually something you want."
"So if I wasn't drunk last night you wouldn't have put the brakes on?"
Ian laughs softly. "Trust me, if we were both sober last night I would have taken you to bed as soon as we got into this room."
Biting my lip I attempt to minimize my growing grin. He does share the same feelings. "I have two more questions for you then…"
"Ask away." Ian's lips brush against mine. He is so fucking tempting. I need to feel those lips on mine right now.
"First, for the love of god will you take your shirt off? Second, now that I am sober can we pick up where we left off last night?"
Ian smirks in satisfaction at my questions. His shirt is discarded to the floor within seconds. The remainder of his clothing alongside mine also end up on the floor without a second thought. His lips have been glued to my chest since the moment he exposed my breasts. His mouth is undeniably talented leaving me to moan endlessly.
"Are you ready?" Ian mutters in my ear.
I nod my head furiously in confirmation. I have to have more. I am craving to feel all of him His hands have been all over my body. Ian hooks my right leg over his hip firmly holding me in place. He looks down at me to catch my gaze as he thrusts his long member inside of me. My eyes roll back in my head feeling all nine inches inside of me.
"Son of a bitch, Ian. Jesus Christ." I pant in satisfaction. He is even better than I imagined in my head all of these years.
Ian's thrust increase with speed and depth. His mouth latches onto my chest to suck on my breasts. Each thrust causes me to moan louder and longer. He is quickly learning all of the special places to touch my body that create vast pleasure for me.
When Ian least expects it I flip us over to take control. Ian groans in satisfaction as I sink down on his cock. Straddling his waist, I ride is cock as best as I can. Twirling my hips round and round I grin internally at his reaction. Ian places his hands on my hips to squeeze them firmly in his hands.
"I could look at this sight every day…" Ian confesses.
"I'm going to come Ian… You feel so good babe. I can't wait any longer. I have to come."
A moment later I am true to my word. Giving into my climax I collapse on his chest right as he erupts deep within me. Nestling my head into his neck I press a light butterfly kiss to his skin in happiness. Ian wraps his arms around my body, rhythmically stroking my bare back.
"There is something I have to ask you about, Lucy." Ian says with what sounds to be regret in his tone. "Last night when I tucked you into bed you said something. Do you remember what that was?"
Thinking back to last night I once again draw a blank. "No, I don't. What did I say?"
"You said 'Sophie was right, you could never have feelings for me'. What did you mean by that? When did she talk to you?"
Huffing internally I force myself to sit up straight allowing us to see each other easier. "It was the day after the PLL wrap party. Sophie stopped by my house. I have no idea how she knew my address, but she showed up unannounced and said she needed to talk to me. She told me she knew I had been carrying a crush on you for quite some time but had kept it on the back burner due to us working together. She said not to bother wasting my time with you because you would never share the same feelings. She then went on to make it painfully clear you two were still an item."
Ian is absolutely speechless. It's rare to ever see him at a loss for words. "Why on earth did she do that? She never once mentioned going to your house. To be honest, I have had feelings for you since the moment I met you during that chemistry test. My feelings for you have grown even stronger since I left Sophie a few months ago."
Biting my lip I frown at this topic. "Can we talk about something else? I don't want to ruin this moment because of her."
"Of course Sweetheart. Come here," Ian pulls me back down to snuggle with him under the covers.
An hour passes by consisting of the two of us lying here cuddling and caressing. Regretfully we force ourselves out of bed with the need to get cleaned up and ready for our PLL panel in a couple hours. Leaving his room with the promise to return once I am showered and dressed I strut out of the room eager to return.
Walking down the long hallway towards my room I cannot help but remain caught up in the memories of this morning. We finally slept together. It was hands down the best sexual experience I have ever had. Apparently I am too caught up in my dirty thoughts leading me to run right into someone.
"Hey Goose! You okay? You seem kind of out of it?" In front of me is the one and only Holly aka Momma Bear.
"Uh yeah," I chuckle faintly trying to breeze past my thoughts. "Just a lot on my mind. Sorry for bumping into you."
"What's got your head up in the clouds? And why are you still wearing your dress from last night?" Holly scans up and down my body with a questioning look. "Did you spend the night with someone?" Holly teases with curiosity.
Just as I am opening my mouth to spit out some excuse I freeze at the voice echoing behind me.
"Hey Luce, you forgot your purse!" Low and behold, Ian leaning outside of his doorway waving my black clutch.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. Scurrying down the hall, I grab my clutch from Ian, give him a quick peck on the cheek, then run back to my room swiftly walking past Holly.
"Oh no you don't young lady! You slept with Ian!"
Upon hearing Holly's rather loud statement Ian quickly shuts his door to hide from Holly. You fucker. Grabbing ahold of her wrist I drag her down the remaining three rooms until we are standing in front of my door. I unlock the door instantly then pull her in.
"Yes, we slept together. We haven't sorted out all of the details yet so please keep this information strictly to yourself." I plead out of desperation.
Nodding her head Holly promises to keep quiet. "But in exchange I want to hear everything that happened. Did rookie treat you right?"
Grinning with a mischievous smirk I recall my deliciously naughty activities that took place a couple hours ago.
"Let's just say 'rookie' isn't a suitable name when discussing his skills in bed…"
Oh how I cannot wait to return to his bed tonight after our panel is over for the day. We have seven years of sexual tension to fulfil.
This chapter was written for one of my Twitter followers. She wanted a chapter of Lucian at the Germany Revelations convention.
Hope you all enjoyed the Lucian chapter! Just curious… Do you guys want more Lucian chapters or mainly Ezria? I love writing for both, just curious as to your guys' preference.
Also, since I have been in such a Lucian mood lately is anyone interested in me finishing my Lucian long term story 'Good Things Happen with Time'?
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