I groan as I throw my gym bag beside the couch, hand running down my face. "I need a nap." The late night combining with an early morning session at the Performance Center and afternoon workout to wear me down to the point where my only thought is crawling back under the blankets of my bed.
"Yer home."
"Hey Ferg," I grumble scrubbing my hands over my face. I made the decision when I woke this morning to act like last night had never happened. Looking up, I find the man dressed in the spare set of clothes he keeps for when he falls asleep during our movie nights. "What are you still doing here?"
"Ya took care of me las' night."
"Yeah. I always will," I smile. "Especially when you pass out drunk in one of Dad's bars."
"I wasn't tat big of a problem."
"No. But you didn't tip and pissed off my bartenders…Well one bartender."
"Tat doesn't sound like me."
"You did a lot of things last night that were out of character last night," I murmur pushing past him to head for my bedroom.
"Like what?"
"You never answered my question," I state instead. "Why are you still here?"
"You took care of me so I'm taking care of you," he whispers.
"And how are you planning to do that?"
"I've made dinner."
"And my kitchen isn't in flames," I chuckle.
"I'm insulted."
"I'm sorry the truth about your lack of culinary skills hurts."
"I also drew ya a bath."
"Now you're talking my language," I sigh wrapping him in a hug. "I have had a very long day after a very short night."
"Then get in ta tub while I finish dinner."
"Don't burn down my apartment. It's attached to your favorite bar."
"Just get in ta tub."
Entering the bathroom, I find my soaking tub full, steam rising from the water. The scent of lavender is heavy in the room from the lit candles placed around the tub and shelving around the room. Stripping slowly, I step in and lower myself into the water. I let out a low moan as the hot water envelop me.
"Everting alright?"
"Great," I groan allowing my muscles to relax and unknot.
"Are ya sure," he asks peeking around the door.
"Fergal," I gasp trying to cover up. "What are you doing?"
"You were moanin'"
"I was feeling good."
"Sorry," he murmurs disappearing.
I lean back trying to relax again. Images from the night before invade my mind. "Stop it," I whisper. "Last night was just a mistake that you avoided. You're lucky he fell asleep before you could have ruined your friendship. You let your fucking hormones run rampant and you almost ruined the best thing in your life."
Suddenly the water isn't as relaxing as I try to force all thoughts from my mind.
Dinner is silent. Fergal seems to be at a loss of conservation.
"That was delicious, Ferg," I murmur.
"Ya say tat like it is amazin'," he smirks.
"It is," I grin gathering up the dirty dishes from the table.
"I can do tat."
"You cooked. I can do the dishes."
"So," he clears his throat behind me as I stand at the sink. "Are we gonna talk about las' night?"
I tense momentarily before continuing with the dishes. "What about last night?"
"Ya know what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't," I chuckle. "Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Last ting I rememba is ya tracing my dick with yer tongue."
I'm silent.
"Ari?"
"Just forget about last night, Ferg. It was a mistake that thankfully you stopped."
"I don't want to forget it," he whispers. Suddenly his arms are around me, his hands stilling mine. "I want to rememba every second of it."
"W…Wh…Why," I stammer resisting the urge to lean back into the man.
"Because for a short momen' I had wha' I always wanted," he murmurs, his lips ghosting along the spine of my neck.
"And what is that," I ask, giving in I lean against him.
"You," he practically growls drying my hands. "Do ya realize how beautiful ya are? Do ya realize how kind and carin' ya are? How much ma body reacts to yer presence in a room? How ma eyes follow ya ever' chance tay get?"
"Where did this come from?"
"I've been holding this back fer a long-time Arianna," he whispers taking my earlobe between his teeth. "After last night, I can't hold it back." Spinning me in his arms, he forces my face up to his. "I love ya."
"I love you too, Ferg."
"I love ya more than as a friend, Ari."
"I know."
"I meant it. Las' night, I meant it wen I said I just wanted one night. I can be satisfi'd with one night."
"I…I don't think I will be. I got lost in the lust last night but today…I want more."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I pull my bottom lip through my teeth, bracing myself for the emotions of him walking away.
His hands slide up either side of my neck, his thumbs stroking along my jaw as he searches my face. "I ken handle tat if ya can," he smiles before brushing his lips over mine.
"I want you Fergal."
"Ya got me, Love."
"Promise?"
Instead of answering, he brings his lips back to mine. He slowly deepens the kiss, his tongue gently slipping in to stroke along mine. I drag my hands up his torso. I groan at the feel of the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I've felt these same muscles every time I have been close to this man throughout our friendship but now they were mine. Mine whenever I want and right now I needed feel each and every one of them beneath my fingers.
"Take it off," I mumble against his lips tugging on his shirt.
"Yes ma'am," he grins back up slightly. Gripping the hem of his shirt he slowly peels the shirt up and off his body.
I watch the show with greedy eyes. "You're beautiful," I breathe stepping forward to trace his muscles. Lowering my mouth to his skin, I run my tongue along his smooth skin before sinking my teeth into the top of his pec, sucking lightly. "Mine."
"Yers," he breathes bringing his lips to my neck. They slide down to junction of my neck and shoulder, his eyes come up to meet mine. I nod at the question there and his teeth sink into my skin lightly. I hiss softly as he sucks.
"Mine," he breathes admiring the small mark.
"Yours," I smile bringing my mouth back to his chest tracing his muscles, slowly making my way downwards.
"Ari," he breathes allowing his head to loll back.
"I never got to finish my dessert last night."
"Dessert," he smiles. "The whipped cream?"
"Mmhmm," I hum, working on the button of his jeans. "Although I have to admit that I prefer the taste of you to the stuff last night. The question is…do you taste this good everywhere," I smirk tugging his jeans down his hips.
"Ari, no," he snaps yanking me to my feet, his jeans following me up. Taking a deep breath, he starts again, "Not here, Love. Not like this. Not for my first time with ya. If I have my way we'll have plenty a time ta use every surface in this kitchen," he smiles running his thumb along my bottom lip. "But not the first time."
"I wasn't aware you were such a romantic. Where are you planning our first," I ask sucking his thumb into my mouth. He watches my mouth work through half lidded eyes as I suck the digit in and out before allowing it to leave with my mouth with a pop. "A bed of roses?"
"Close," he chuckles throwing me over his shoulder. Moving though the apartment he lowers me to the bed gently before covering my body with his. His hands slide under my shirt to stroke along my ribs as his mouth attacks mine. I feel him gasp as his fingertips ghost along the edge of my bare breast. "Yer not…"
I cut him off with one more searing kiss before pressing him back slightly. "I think I'm a little overdressed for this party." Ripping my shirt over my head tossing it to the side. "Much better don't you think?"
His eyes darken as they sweep down my body. "Yer beautiful," he echoes my previous statement. His hands come up pressing my breast together as places open mouth kisses across my chest, his thumbs flicking softly over the harden peaks of my nipples. "So beautiful." One hand moving so his tongue can take over lavishing my nipple.
"You are entirely too good with your mouth," I pant.
"I know," he grins as his free hand slides down and beneath the waistband of my leggings.
"You cheeky fuck…Oh sweet Jesus," I groan as he parts my slit with one finger and immediately against my clit.
"Is tat all from me, Love?"
I nod as the pressure increases.
"I didn' quite hear tat, Love." The finger slides down to my entrance, a second finger joining the first.
"Yes, Fergal," I moan.
"Wha' do you want, Ari."
"You," I groan reaching between us and into his jeans. I gasp at the size I find there.
"Ya got me," he hisses as I wrap around his hard member stroking softly. "Gotta be more specific."
"You inside me now," I pant as his fingers speed up despite the constraints of the leggings. He teases me for a few more seconds before removing his hands slowly.
"Take 'em off," he orders sliding from me to peel his jeans off.
I scurry to comply before crawling to the edge of the bed.
"Wha…"
I take him into my mouth swiping a pointed tongue across his slit tasting the pre-cum gathered there. Closing my lips I take as much of him down my throat that I can bringing a groan bubbling from him. His hand comes up to tangle in my hair guiding me up and down. "Ari," he breathes.
"Hmmm," I hum and his hips buck against me.
Pulling me up his body, his mouth crashes with mine. "Yer perfect," he pants against my lips.
"I know," I smile against him.
Suddenly my knees are taken out from beneath me and my back hits the mattress. My lower half being drug to the edge of the mattress. "My perfection," he sighs wrapping my legs around his waist as he inches himself into me. We both sigh as he stills fully sheathed but soon I am grumbling at the lack of movement.
"Ferg?"
"Fantasy did no' live up to reality," he breathes moving his hips slowly, his eyes trained on the space where we connect.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I whine as the slow burn of an orgasm ignites.
His hands slide up my thighs slowly and I watch goosebumps spring in their paths. I watch one slide across my pelvis, thumb disappearing into my slit and against my clit.
"Ferg…"
"I got ya," he whispers, his thumb keeping pace with his hips. The slow burn is suddenly a full fire consuming me as my muscle clamp around him. "Tat's it, Love. Come all over my cock."
That is all the encouragement I need as I come shuddering around him.
"Beautiful," he sighs leaning forward to pressing his thumb to my mouth and I suck my juices from the digit. I try to swallow back the moan of pleasure the change in brings. A new stretching sensation.
"How do ya taste, Love?"
"Why don't you find out," I pant pulling his mouth to mine.
He moans into my mouth as tongue slithers in to probe, his hips speeding up.
I slowly slide my legs up his torso relishing the feel of him hitting deeper with each passing stroke.
"Ari," he starts resting his forehead on mine, his hands coming up to intertwine our fingers on either side of my head.
"Yes," I cry out as it feels like he hits my cervix. Locking my legs around his back, "Right there. Don't stop."
"I can't las' much longa, Love."
"So close again, don't stop."
A few strokes later and I'm coming undone again, "Fuck Ferg."
The grip on my hands tighten slightly before he follows me, his orgasm hitting him fast and hard. "Ari," he manages to strangle out before collapsing completely on top of me.
"I know I said I loved you before," I start as I my breathing starts to return to normal, "but if that's going to be our sex life for the rest of our relationship…"
His head comes up from my chest, brows furrowed. "Ari, what…"
"If this is how it's going to be for the rest of our relationship then I may have to propose," I smile running my hands through his hair.
A grin slowly cracks his face in two. "I'd say yes."
"I'll keep that in mind. Want to properly cuddle? Or are you" happy half on the bed?"
"I'm happy anywhere I'm with ya, Ari. A proper cuddle sounds wonderful," he grins disentangling from me.
Pulling myself up to the pillows I wait for him to join me before slotting myself under his arm.
"Bes' birthday eva," he grins pecking my lips. "I can't wait 'til next year."
"Already planning next year," I giggle.
"Absolutely."
"I'm going have to rest up until then," I chuckle snuggling tighter against his side. "Happy birthday, Birthday Boy," I press a kiss to his chest.
