Chapter 2
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Lucy's POV
A low moan passes through my lips when I roll over on my back. The aching in my ribcage is excruciating at the moment. I subconsciously lift my hands to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I frown when I feel the extra weight on my right hand. Opening my eyes I stare at the cast on my arm as if it were a slap in the face. Hell, I got enough of those last night.
Turning my head I look to the other side of the bed for Ian. Unfortunately I am the only body to occupy this rather large mattress. I can't help but smile to myself when thinking about Ian and the fact that we shared a bed last night. Not to mention the fact I finally gathered the courage to kiss him. I attempt to keep my grin minimal when I replaying the memory of Ian kissing me back.
My thoughts leave the kiss Ian and I shared and instead travel to the delicious aroma lingering in the air. Slowly pushing up off of the bed I use the restroom before making my way downstairs to find Ian and discover whatever this wonderful smell is. By the time I step down off of the last step I can see Ian has made us breakfast.
"Good morning! You're up just in time, breakfast is ready if you want to take a seat."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Ian shakes his head assuring me he will take care of everything. Only a few minutes after I take a seat Ian is placing two plates on the table. I blush when he leans down to kiss me chastely. I know we have to discuss where we want things to go between us but I can't refrain from prolonging the kiss.
"Morning," I murmur against his lips faintly.
"This is wonderful, Ian. It's been a while since you've cooked for me." I tease him playfully after a few bites into the omelet in front of me.
"I think I can rectify that; I'll just have to make dinner for us tonight after work." Ian looks up to catch my eye.
"Sounds perfect, it's a date."
Ian runs his tongue along his bottom lip. "Yes it is."
After our breakfast I call Marlene to see if she is available for me to meet with her before my call time. Thankfully Mar is free and told me to meet her in her office. I took some pain meds before we left in hopes of easing my pain during work. We walk out the door of Ian's house promptly at 8:15 in the morning. We have the same set time of 10:30 however I wanted to have plenty of time to talk with Marlene before having hair and makeup.
It is only a mere ten minutes into our drive before I hear my phone ringing in my purse. Ian and I pause our conversation for me to answer my phone when I see it's my mom calling.
"Hi momma!" I haven't talked to her in over a week. With everything going on lately I definitely need to talk to her. Momma always knows how to make me feel better without even trying.
"Karen Lucille Hale what happened last night?" Momma demands.
Oh shit. She is serious whenever she calls me by my full legal name.
"What do you mean Momma?" I swallow nervously. I glance over at Ian who is focusing on the busy traffic in front of us.
"Why are there pictures all over the internet of you and Ian outside of an Emergency Room where you have a cast on your arm?" The worry in Momma's voice is painstakingly evident.
I gnaw on my bottom lip unsure whether or not I should tell the truth or lie. Momma has always been able to tell if I am lying, then again we aren't face to face as I tell said lie. I hate lying to Momma, I hardly ever do it and I feel awful whenever I have in the past.
"I fell Momma. I instinctively stuck my arm out to try and catch myself only to break it during the fall. I'm okay now, Ian picked me up and took care of me for the night."
I'm borderline telling the truth. I did fall—from being aggressively shoved—and I did try to catch myself. I don't think I should tell her about my ribs because that would only fill her with suspicion and doubt about the truth. Momma would only stress if she found out the truth along with the full extent of my injuries.
"How did you fall baby girl? Are you alright honey?"
"Oh you know me, I'm a total klutz. I just lost my balance and fell, my high heels weren't exactly a bonus to the situation." I try to laugh it off hoping she'll buy into my lie. "I promise I'm okay, there is nothing to worry about."
She sighs audibly. "Ian's keeping an eye on you I hope?"
I glance over at Ian once more; we've come to a red light thus he turns his head to look over at me. I smile softly at him which he returns happily. I notice his right hand drop down from the wheel to hesitantly reach over for my leg. There is a look in his eye asking for permission to place his hand on my thigh. I offer a faint smile and nod my head at him. Ian places his large, warm hand on the top of my left thigh over my dark wash denim jeans.
"Yeah Momma, he's making sure I'm alright. We're pulling into the studio lot now so I have to go but I'll talk to you later."
"Okay sweetheart, tell Ian thank you for me. I love you honey."
"I love you too. Bye Momma."
"Is everything alright?" Ian wonders aloud after I've hung up from the call.
I sigh loudly and drop my head back against the headrest with my eyes shut. "Apparently there are pictures of us all over the internet from last night. I knew something caught my attention when we were leaving the ER but I passed it off as nothing turns out it was the paparazzi."
Ian's thumb soothingly caresses my leg. "Don't worry about it Lucy. We can tell the truth; you fell causing you to break your arm and needed a drive home."
Flopping my head over to the side I open my eyes to look at him. "So we tell the selective truth?"
Ian pulls into a front row parking spot shifting the car into park and then turns off the engine. He shuffles in his seat to face me.
"I will say whatever you want me to. If you don't want anyone to know what went on last night then I will say exactly what you told your mother."
"Thank you," I murmur softly.
Ian lifts his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. "I only want the best for you."
I can't help but lean into his warm palm. "After I talk to Marlene I think we need to talk about us."
"I agree, until then am I allowed to kiss you?"
I giggle at his playful way to lighten up the mood. Swiftly nodding my head I lean forward to connect our lips. Ian gently cradles my face in his hands to hold me close. A moan falls from my lips when running my tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance. Ian grants access instantly making me smile during our kiss. When we regretfully separate we reluctantly exit the car and head to Marlene's office.
Marlene and I went over my current situation knowing it will affect my character on the show slightly. Marlene is planning to get to work on finding a way to incorporate my broken arm to the show. She also told me not to worry about moving around too much during filming today; she said we would find a way to accommodate the discomfort I get from certain movements.
Ian and I are now in my dressing room curled up on the couch talking. Ian's offered for me to stay with him for the next two weeks while I wrap up the finishing stages of purchasing my first house.
"You never told me where you're moving to."
I instantly freeze for a moment and I blush at the answer he is looking for.
"I uh actually am just down the street from you a bit." I glance down at our entwined fingers in my lap.
"Down the street? Why didn't you tell me before? I didn't even know you were looking in my area."
"It's the first time living out on my own. I know I've lived in my apartment alone for a long time now but it's an apartment—it's different than being on my own in a house. I knew I'd feel safe if you were nearby." Ian is silent for a moment causing me to spew out whatever excuses pop into my head. "I know that's probably weird and all but I really liked the neighborhood and I liked the fact that I would know at least someone close by."
"Lucy, Lucy hey." Ian chuckles to stop my rambling. He lifts my chin up to bring my eyes up from my lap. "It isn't weird at all. In fact, I love knowing you'll be so close."
We carry on our conversation for the next half hour or so. We've decided we want to give our relationship a shot. We've both had feelings for one another brewing since the beginning. With the show nearing the end of its run we aren't compromising our characters. Throughout our conversation our bodies have managed to subconsciously inch closer to one another closing the gap between us. Our legs are pressed together with our fingers lightly brushing.
"I was thinking, if we don't have to work too late tonight would you like to go out to eat tonight or would you prefer we stay in and I cook for you?"
Ian has his right arm resting across the back of the couch effectively draped around my shoulders. His fingers have been toying with locks of my chestnut hair. I've long gone nuzzled my head on Ian's shoulder enjoying our embrace.
"Mmm what if we stay in at your place tonight and then tomorrow we go out that way we don't have to deal with the paparazzi on our first date?"
"I'd love that." Ian pauses for a moment when the alarm on his phone sounds. "It seems we are due for hair and makeup."
"Let's hope this day goes well without unbearable pain!"
Ian chuckles lightly at my dry joke. "Come on honey." Ian reaches out for my hand leading me out of my dressing room.
As I walk down the halls with Ian I can't help but experience a sinking feeling in my stomach that something bad is going to happen today.
"Dinner was astonishing. Thank you Ian." I glance up at him over my wine glass.
Shooting had gone much better than I imagined it would. We wrapped the episode we were currently filming this past week without much trouble. Marlene made sure I wasn't pushing myself today and nothing would compromise my healing ribs. Ian and Mar are the only ones who know the truth; I told everyone else on set the lie I told my mom bringing them to only know about my arm.
Thankfully we didn't have a very late night, I wrapped my final scene at eight. When we got to Ian's house he whipped up a wonderful dinner for us. Despite neither of us being dressed up nor sitting in some fancy LA restaurant it was the most romantic first date we could have ever experienced. I found it much more relaxing being in a familiar, comfortable environment without outside eyes prying in on us.
Sitting my wine glass down on the granite countertop I take three short steps to lean my body against Ian's. My right hand gently rests against his hip whereas my left hand squeezes his toned bicep. Rising up on the tips of my toes to extend my rather short height I am anxious to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"I've wanted nothing more than to kiss you all day." My eyes lift up to catch his sparkling blue irises.
A smirk spreads across Ian's luscious lips. "Why wait any longer it's just you and me now?"
"My thoughts exactly." I grin back at him challenging his smirk.
The kiss starts off as a slow kiss before it progresses into one full of passion and love.
"Why don't we take this upstairs?" I whisper seductively in his ear.
I don't wait for his verbal response; his eyes answer everything. We don't break eye contact once as my hand slowly glides down his arm until my fingers lace with his. I smile softly at him leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs bringing us to his bedroom.
"Are you sure you want this?" Ian asks upon separating his lips from mine as well as adding a bit of space between us.
Nodding my head yes I start to unbutton his jeans. "I've wanted to make love with you for a long while."
Clothes slowly begin to drop off of the two desperate bodies in the room. Two heaps of fabric rest at the foot of the bed in Ian's room. I blush furiously when Ian's fingers brush along my bare sides when he pulls my loose tank top off of my body. I didn't wear a bra today due to the pressure the underwire causes on my ribs. Ian doesn't hesitate to hook his fingers in the side of my black lace panties swiftly dropping them to my ankles.
"You look breathtaking."
Ian gently lays me down on the mattress while being attentive to my injuries. My breath catches in my throat the moment Ian begins to trail kisses down my neck and moves towards my chest. I moan faintly when his lips brush along my sweet spot.
Ian's lips surround my right nipple. I cry out in pleasure from his lips giving so much pleasurable attention to both of my breasts. My left hand rises to run my fingers through his dark curls. I gasp loudly when I feel his hard erection pressing into my thigh through his light blue boxers. He is rather well endowed.
My skin feels on fire every time his lips press against my naked flesh. Ian takes his time to ease his way down my body until he is resting between my thighs. Ian looks up at me for a moment silently asking once more for permission. I once again assure him this is what I want allowing him to continue.
Within two seconds I am throwing my head back into the pillows behind me and moaning due to Ian's mouth on my clit. My stomach muscles clench, my mouth falls open, I am all out speechless and mentally numb from the mind-blowing feelings Ian's powerful tongue is emitting within my body. Turns out the tongue I have been kissing for the past five years can do a lot more than just deliver one hell of a kiss.
"Ian," I whimper desperately nearing my orgasm.
Ian's tongue rapidly strokes through my folds before retuning its undivided attention to my clit. My bottom lip is now caught between my teeth as I attempt to contain my moans and whimpers. My rather large doe eyes shoot open upon the feeling of Ian gliding two fingers into my core.
"Ian please," I plea in desperation at him. His fingers shift to rub against my g-spot with each and every thrust of the long digits. "Ian I'm going to—. Holy shit!" I bellow out from my orgasm hitting me full force.
My chest rapidly rises and falls in bliss. Ian climbs back up the mattress until his body is resting comfortably above my own. His weight isn't crushing mine in the least bit; he is holding his weight off of mine while pressing his bare skin against me. I look at him with daring eyes as I await his next move. He doesn't say a word. All he does is lean in and nuzzle his face in my neck and proceeds to kiss, bite, and suck both sides of my neck as well as my chest. Ian ensures his lips don't leave a single spot untouched by his luxurious lips. I moan in bliss with my head tilted to the side granting him full access.
Eventually his head pulls away from my neck and immediately kisses my lips. Smiling into the kiss I decide to add some little harmless fun. When his tongue licks my lips to ask for entrance I open my mouth a tad bit to tease him. Within no time at all he manages to pry my mouth open using that talented tongue of his. We are both grinning against the other's mouth during the flirtatious kiss. Hands are running all over we couldn't determine whose hands were where. His firm hands continue inching higher and higher up my thighs causing moans to escape my plumb lips. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him down closer to my body.
"I want you." My voice breaks the verbal silence in the room.
Ian reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. Slipping his boxers down his legs I roll the condom on Ian's rather large erection. Our bodies slowly move together as one creating a plethora of emotions within our bodies. I haven't felt this free nor exhilarated in quite some time. Having sex has always made me feel good deep inside and put me in a wonderful state of mind. Making love with Ian is much different than any of the previous times I have shared myself with a man. Ian makes me feel all sorts of things I couldn't even imagine.
After making love we both crawled underneath the comforter on Ian's bed. Ian held my body against his as we fell asleep tangled in the sheets and limbs.
Sometime in the middle of the night I stir from my phone ringing. I gently roll over onto my back allowing me to stretch my arm out enough to grasp the device in my hand. My brow furrows when I see I have six messages from an oddly familiar number that isn't in my contacts. Swiping my finger across the glass my jaw drops in shock.
You seem to forget I know where lover boy lives.
Below are four images of Ian and me from tonight. Me leading him into the bedroom. Us kissing at the end of his bed. Ian taking my shirt off. Lastly, there is a image of the two of us having sex.
Don't worry Princess, I have plenty more where that came from. You know what they say: "payback is a bitch."
This is never going to end until he gets the upper hand. Turning my phone off I sit it back down on the nightstand with a heavy sigh. Snuggling into Ian's firm chest I force the tears out of my eyes in order to enjoy the pleasant moments tonight brought.
I will not let Chris take away my happiness. Chris is a part of my past and he will stay that way, I'll be damned if I give him any satisfaction.
So there it is, the last chapter! I know it's a short little story but I hope you all enjoyed this just something floating around in my head. Let me know your thoughts on what Chris did, plus what Lucian did too. ;)