She's My Collar
By: KKM
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz or any related characters/songs. Gorillaz are © Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett.
Last Time:
Suddenly, the blue hair man nodded. His decision was made. And just like that, the stress seemed to melt away from his features and a relieved grin spread onto his face as he stubbed out his cigarette onto the already stained carpet. "Fanks, Murdoc!"
"Tha's wha' friends are for," he grunted, finding a bottle of crown that had been lying on the floor. He dusted it off and took a swig, relishing in the burn as the amber liquid slid down his esophagus. He offered some to 2D who took it and made a pained face as it went down. "Now! When do I ge' to meet this mystery bird?"
The singer laughed heartily at the question and smirked, "No' anytime soon, old man!"
"Imma getcha' one fer tha', ya' twat!" Murdoc exclaimed, bapping him upside the head good naturedly. They stayed up the whole night reminiscing until they passed out in the wee hours of the morning.
A/N: **Caution** This chapter does contain a light lemon. It's only a couple of paragraphs, not the whole chapter, so if it makes you feel uncomfortable, just skip that part. I tried not to go into much detail with it.
Chapter 8: Submission
Noodle bit her lip anxiously as she crept through the dark halls of the house dressed only in her night clothes – a pair of black short-shorts and 2D's old shirts. Every once in a while, she would accidentally find a warped board and freeze in place as she listened to the near silent creaks of the house settling. Once satisfied that no one had heard her, she would then continue forward trying to be as careful as possible. It was a little after two in the morning and she knew that most of the occupants of the house would be asleep by now. Russel had taken to going to bed around eleven these days and she assumed that Murdoc would be passed out in his Winnie. 2D was the only one who was normally up at this time of night. His insomnia usually prevented him from resting more than a couple of hours at a time. He'd most likely either be awake staring aimlessly at the ceiling or trying to prepare for a medicine-induced mini-coma to try and force himself to sleep. She was hoping for the former.
It had been a couple of days since their kiss and the blue-haired man had been purposely making himself scarce. While she understood why he was doing it, she couldn't help but feel a little hurt. His harsh words still rang clear in her mind only to be overpowered once again with the memory of that heated kiss. She still couldn't believe how he'd crushed his lips to hers just as hungrily as she had to him. It had been perfect! Her chest felt warm and tingly just thinking about it. But then when he'd been so horrified and distraught afterwards… Well, on one side she was glad that she had started to blur his barriers but on the other, she was worried that maybe she'd went a little too far in her plight to unhinge him.
But the more she thought about it, the more she needed to know what he was feeling. She felt that now that he'd kissed her again, that he had basically acknowledged that he too felt something more than bandmates or siblings should. She just needed to find a way to make him see that she was a woman and not a little girl anymore. That was her goal tonight. She needed to get him to talk to her again and try to per sway him that everything would be okay if he'd just let go of his reservations.
It felt almost too soon that she'd found herself paused in front of his door. She almost felt intimidated by the offending object that was keeping her from her love, but she refused to come all this way for nothing. She took a deep breath and calmly reached out and grasped the knob. It twisted firmly in her grip without issue as she gave the door a gentle push and peeked inside.
The room was completely dark, but her eyes had already adjusted from her journey through the dark halls. She could make out the outline of his long lanky figure on top of his bed. He didn't look like he was asleep from what she could tell. He was sitting up with his knees bent so that he could rest his elbows on them and his hands were tangled into his hair as he appeared to either be suffering a very intense migraine or perhaps was in deep thought. He made no move to acknowledge that he'd heard the door open or that he knew that he had any company. She cocked her head to the side before slipping through the threshold with a curious look on her face as she approached him.
Meanwhile 2D was too enthralled with trying to get his thoughts together to notice he was no longer alone. His conversation with Murdoc the night before kept running through his mind. He now knew what he wanted and he had every full intention of telling Noodle that he had changed his mind, but he wasn't sure how to approach her. He had left her at such a high-energy awkward moment that he wasn't even sure she'd want to see him after what he'd said.
The bed lurched suddenly and his head flicked up from his hands in a startled fashion; his black eyes blending into the room to make him look somewhat like a pale zombie in the night. He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding when he realized who was crawling onto his bed. He was so focused on her face that he barely registered as she crawled up toward him and pushed his legs and arms apart so that she could gently rest against his chest. As if on auto-pilot, his body reacted before his mind and he'd wrapped his long limbs around her protectively pulling her closer to him. They stayed silent a moment, simply enjoying the feel of each other's embrace not having realized just how much they'd missed each other.
"I'm sorry," Noodle said after a while, her whisper seeming amplified in the silence. He tightened his hold on her subconsciously as she continued to speak in the silence. "I shouldn't have acted how I did in the club," she admitted, nuzzling his chest into his soothing Butterscotch scent as she dared to be forgiven. "You were right."
"Bu' I wosn't," he surprised her by responding. She felt one of his large warm hands against her cheek and she looked up toward his endless eyes that seemed to be riddled with anxiety and worry. "I said some 'orrible fings to yeh, love. You didn' deserve tha'." He stroked her cheek and sighed, looking away as if he was having a difficult time putting his words together due to his shame. "I shoulda' neva' treated you tha' way."
A small smile passed over Noodle's lips as she lifted herself up a little and leaned up closer to his face. The reaction was immediate that he gasped quietly and faced her again. Their faces were inches apart now and they could feel each other's breath on their faces. "Toochi, you don't need to apologize. I forgive you," she told him simply as they gazed into each other's eyes as if hypnotized.
"I talked teh Muds 'bout it," he said absently as if he didn't really realize he was speaking out loud. His voice held a strange dream-like quality to it. "he didn' know it wos you o'course, but 'e had some goo' advice."
"Did he?" she asked, fairly curious as to what their dear leader had to say about it and what exactly it had to do with now. But something was compelling her to close her mouth and listen. Somehow she felt that it would help him cope with his feelings.
"Yeah, he said tha' if I wanted somefing, I shoul' go fer it wif no regrets," he said softly, his words penetrating her mind as she froze in his embrace. He couldn't possibly be saying what she thought he was saying, was he?
"And what is it that you want, Stu?" she asked him breathlessly hoping beyond hope that she was reading him right.
"I want you," he said, his voice a little hoarse due to never having admitted this out loud to her before. He felt light a weight was being lifted from his chest. But Noodle however needed more than that. She wanted to be sure that he was on the same page as her as she leaned up so close to him that their noses were nearly touching.
"Stu, will you let me love you?" she asked him in a throaty whisper, licking her lips as her eyes traveled down to his lips.
"I will," he whispered with conviction as his fingers ghosted over her back. "I'm yours," he promised before closing his eyes as if awaiting her kiss. But she surprised him as instead of feeling her lips against his, he felt her gently butterfly kisses over each of his bruised eyelids and then his nose before trailing down his jaw. He relaxed under her light kisses and hummed pleasantly when her lips finally touched his.
Noodle sighed into the kiss as she took her time enjoying this. It was so much different feeling from last time they'd done this. Last time had been feral, rough, and angry even. But this time, their touches were gentle, loving, and precise. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest causing a warmth to flow through her and she could feel the happy jolt in her mind as happiness at his acceptance coursed through her. She felt his tongue prodding against the entrance of her mouth and opened up to him, allowing him to tease her as he gently sucked on her tender muscle.
He shifted under her slightly, feeling his body grow warm with love and desire but he made no moves this time to remove her. He wanted to show her that he was serious and he knew that if he pushed her away now, he might never be able to prove how much he trusted her and wanted this to work. So instead he tilted his head slightly to deepen their kiss and groaned against her mouth as he surrendered to his need for her comfort and touch.
Noodle understood what she was doing to him and he was affecting her just as much. A shudder ran down her spine when he groaned and his large hands against her back felt hot against her clothed skin. She pulled away from him slightly causing him to make a sound of protest, but she simply smiled and placed a finger to his lips which he greeted with a sweet kiss. She lifted herself a little so that she could reach down between them, running her hand over the lump that was forming under his pajama bottoms. When he realized what she was doing he let out a moan and placed his hands on her hips.
"B-But Noodle what about..." he trailed off, panting a little.
"Do you trust me?" she asked, her fingers, toying with the button that would free him from his flannel prison. Noodle was no virgin. Even with her almost-encounter with abuse, she hadn't ever limited herself when it came to knowing her body. There was no possible way to stay innocent in a house occupied by three males. She'd walked in on each of them at some point in her life and later on after shows she had went on to experiment herself. She wanted this moment however to be special. She knew that if he let her, she could prove to him that she was fully capable of taking care of him and she had no doubts in her mind that he could do the same for her.
"Yes, of course…Nghn!" he drew in a quick breath of air as she swiftly reached in and gently guided his stiff member out.
"Good," she whispered as she moved one of her shorts legs and panties to the side and carefully slid down onto him with a hiss. "It is not enough to tell you I love you, I want to show you," she told him as she gently rocked her hips. She had purposely stayed dressed to do this. It wasn't about being naked or meaningless sex, she wanted him to remember this as their first time simply making each other feel good. She continued rocking her hips slightly as she leaned forward to lock eyes with his hazy out of focus ones, memorizing the way his forehead had started to bead with sweat and how his facial expressions were unable to hide how much he was enjoying this.
2D had no words to express how powerful she looked to him right then. There she was, his Asian goddess who had somehow worked her way into his mind and heart as she pleasured herself on top of him. He didn't need to see under her clothes to know that she was beautiful, in fact it was much more arousing see her like this in his old top as she was. The way she was staring at him with her smoldering emerald eyes and pinked cheeks made him feel like he was melting on the spot. But when she let out a small breathless moan, he could barely control himself as his shaky hands pulled her forwards and their lips melded together in another searing passionate kiss.
Their hips moved together slow and passionate as they focused solely on each other. Soon a pressure began to build at a slow, but excruciating rate and 2D found that he could no longer control himself as he flipped them over and took control thrusting until they'd both reached completion. He rested their sweaty foreheads together a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel her small chest rising and falling just as quickly under him. As he looked down at her angelic face, he decided against sullying the moment with words and instead leaned down brushing his lips against hers again before rolling off of her and pulling her close to his side.
She gave a small sigh and buried herself snuggly against him while she tangled her legs with his. It didn't take long before they both fell asleep with small smiles on their faces. The night had been perfect together and not even 2D insomnia could withstand the calming comfort he took in her presence as their breaths evened out and they surrendered to their happy dreams of each other.
The next morning 2D was the first to wake. He felt surprisingly well rested as he looked down at Noodle's sleeping face and smiled. He reached over and gently tucked one of her stray dark lavender strands behind her ear. Her nose twitched a little and she groaned, not wanting to wake just yet, but she could feel his fingers starting to toy with her hair like he sometimes tended to do. Her eyes cracked open a bit to be greeted by his happy face.
"'Mornin'," he whispered, watching as his smile became infectious and she grinned back up at him.
"Hi," she replied sleepily leaning up to steal a quick kiss before resting her head back down against his chest again.
"I almost though' last ni' was a dream," he admitted as he continued to run his fingers through her soft stands. He'd always loved her hair. "M'glad it wasn't."
"Me too," she mumbled against his chest. Somewhere else in the house they heard a loud thump symbolizing that Russel had just gotten up. A short while later they could hear the sounds of running water from the shower upstairs. "I guess I should go back to my room before Otosan notices I'm gone," she said, however she made no move to get up and instead snuggled closer to him.
He let out a small laugh, finding her stubbornness to be absolutely adorable. "C'mon, lil love," he said, prodding her sides causing her to giggle. "I dun want you to go neither, bu' we both know Russ can' catch yeh here," he reasoned. He watched in amusement as she groaned and then slowly extracted herself from him.
"Fine, but only because I wish for you to live," she said with a grumpy pout. He shook his head and helped her up before walking her to the door.
"No worries, love. We can always hang out later," he promised pulling her into a warm embrace. She eagerly hugged him back, slumping against him a little to the point he almost thought she was about to fall asleep again until she looked up at him with a curiously serious look in her face.
"Did you mean everything you said last night?" she asked. Last night she had felt very confident, but now that it was morning, she just wanted the reassurance. She watched as he looked confused a moment before leaning down to kiss her sweetly.
"I meant it," he swore. "I wouldn't 'ave let things go tha' far if I didn't. You mean too much to me," he paused a moment as he built up his courage a moment. "I've thought alot 'bout wha' you said in teh recor' room," he started, thinking over everything that had happened to them recently. They'd known each other such a long time, he didn't really have any reservations telling her the truth now that he'd accepted it. "I love yeh too."
She looked up at him with wide eyes and squeaked as she stole another kiss from him and grinned widely before exiting his room with a hop in her step. He stayed there and listened to her footsteps as she walked away only to bump into Russel who by now must've been done with his shower. He heard her greet him cheerily before their voices faded down the hall. His smile faded a little at the thought of Russel. What would he say if he found out his baby girl had just came from his friend's room? He shuddered at the thought.
Yes, 2D was comfortable and had accepted that he did indeed love Noodle, but he wasn't sure he'd ever be ready to tell the others. This caused his stomach to do an unpleasant flop as he slunk over to his bed to ponder his newest dilemma: How were they going to keep this a secret?
A/N: Hiiiiii! This chapter was kinda stressful for me because as you know, I had to decide on if I was going to do a lemon or not. My whole thing is that I want to keep this as real as possible, but I also don't want to jeopardize the integrity of the story because it's just not the main focus. So I looked at everyone's comments and came up with what I think is a happy medium. Yes it's a lemon, but in my opinion it's a very soft lemon. I did not go into detail and left it more to the imagination since it was supposed to be more passionate than anything. Hopefully I didn't upset anyone with it. I really do appreciate your opinions on the matter as it really helped me decide on how to write it. Please let me know what you think!
Next chapter will have more cute 2nu and You'll get to see how their interactions with Russ and Muds have been effected.