Gift!Fic for Bandwench
I know she is watching me. I just woke up and am still lying all warm and cocooned in our nest of duvets and pillows and I can just sense her eyes are open and looking at me. With my eyes still closed I murmur "good morning" and when I get a muffled giggle in return I know I am right.
"Sleep well?" she asks and suddenly her warm hand snakes across my bare chest. I simply nod and mutter something unintelligible. Involuntarily, I pull her body closer. "Come here," I grumble, and when I feel how her warm body presses against mine and how her head nestles under my chin, I decide this is what heaven must feel like and realise it is much too early for any kind of talking. I just want to lie here with my eyes closed and feel her skin against me and maybe sleep a bit more.
"You still tired?" comes another question and whereas I thought it would annoy me, I just keep my eyes closed and simply enjoy her hands roaming my chest. I hum some sort of confirmation and squeeze her that impossible half-inch closer, nuzzling her hair, savouring her scent that is ten times more intoxicating after we have shared body heat all night.
"You get some more sleep then," she whispers, and I can feel her stretching her neck to try and look at me. She kisses my cheek, long and lingering, and then licks a brief path to my ear. I grumble when she takes my earlobe between her teeth and suckles it gently, her hand keeping my head in place. She hums softly and it tickles so I jerk my head away from her, but my eyes are still shut.
"Oh all right," she grins and lets go of my head. "I guess you had a pretty rough night last night and I should let you sleep." She retracts her leg from between my own and kisses the tip of my nose, the way only she knows how to do without me feeling like a child, and when I try to grab her waist to keep her close she giggles out loud.
"You just get some more sleep, Lij," she says and I feel how she moves to the edge of the bed. "I'm going to fix some breakfast and check the Internet to see if pictures of you already made it there since last night." I hear her rummaging around in search of something decent to wear downstairs and then I squint one eye open because I can't help but watch her fumble around a couch full of clothes while she is still completely naked. She bends over slightly to dig up a piece of clothing and I grin, opening both eyes.
"Very nice," I giggle and watch how she straightens her back abruptly and then spins around to glare at me.
"You," she points and I can see she has major trouble keeping the smile off her face. "You. Get. More. Sleep." I smile at her but then obediently close my eyes again. I hear the rustling of clothes, her muffled giggle, the click of the door and then nothing. I roll over to her side of the bed and pull the duvet almost all the way over my head, burying my face in her pillow and pretend she is still sleeping next to me.
When I wake up again, I feel the bed dip to my right and then two arms slide around my neck. I open my eyes and her face is so close to mine I can actually kiss her nose. She smiles and wriggles under the covers, her flimsy cotton dress cold against my warm skin. She moves to lie on top of me and continues to watch me, her smile playful, a bit impish even. She licks my nose and giggles - her arms linked a little tighter around me.
"What?" I ask, still somewhat bleary, but she just giggles more. I finally get my body to cooperate and squeeze her tight against me, locking my arms around her waist, licking her nose in return.
"What?" I ask again with a bit more force. She pulls her arms away from my neck and folds them on my chest. She rests her chin on her crossed wrists, and looks at me, still smiling.
"Made you breakfast," she starts and wiggles her hips, stirring my sleep-soft cock to life. "I made you coffee... some juice..." she looks as if she is in deep thought, trying to remember what she just laid out on the breakfast table. "Found some more of the sticky buns we ate yesterday..." She wiggles again and cranes her neck to give me a quick kiss. "Sliced up some fruit..."
I raise my eyebrows because she has never gone to so much trouble preparing breakfast for me since she got here. She quickly found out I am not much of a breakfast person anyway. I know how she winces sometimes when I leave the house in the morning going on nothing but two mugs of coffee and a couple of cigarettes.
"Found you on the Net, too,"she adds casually when my hands have started searching for the hem of her dress. Her seemingly careless remark distracts me slightly, but I just raise my eyebrows a little higher and slide my hands underneath the cotton and stroke the back of her thighs.
"Really?" I ask and my hands stop stroking her legs. She nods fervently, a cheeky grin still firmly in place. "You were kissing someone." I push my hands up a bit and when I reach the curve of her ass I find she is not wearing any underwear.
"Last night's pictures?" I ask, feigning innocence, because I have a pretty good idea what kiss she is referring to. "Yes," she answers and closes her eyes, purring like a cat when I cup her bare cheeks in my hands and squeeze them together in gentle rhythmic movements.
"Big kiss?" I ask again, pushing my lips against her forehead, continuously massaging the soft expanses of her backside, pushing her fractionally up and down my own body, causing my cock to swell and harden against her tummy.
She tries to shake her head, too lazy now to answer me properly, but realises it doesn't work and instead mumbles a soft "no" against my chin. I still my hands on her ass and she raises her head, looking at me, silently asking me to continue. I smile.
"Did it bother you?" I whisper and stroke her softly again, watching her face intently for any signs of jealousy or anger, but she just slowly shakes her head and continues to stare straight back at me.
"No?" I tease, and rub a little harder, moving her against my cock again. "Not even a little bit?" She giggles quietly, closing her eyes, pushing her cheek against mine, her breath ghosting softly over my skin. "Not even a little jealous?" I whisper again and feel the breath of her giggle against my face.
"No," she says, opening her eyes, smile still firmly in place. "Intrigued is what I am..."
This bit of information causes that familiar heat to erupt low in my stomach and I pull her even closer, nudging her chin up with my nose and crushing my mouth hard against hers. She tastes of orange juice and honey and I immediately push my tongue past her lips, feeling the cotton of her dress scrape against the sensitive head of my cock which makes me groan with the feelings of both pain and pleasure that crash through me.
I push her dress up some more and then let go of her lips, breathing hard, and start to fumble with the buttons on the front. She sits up and looks at me, stilling my hands, reaching for the buttons herself.
"Here - let me," she says softly and looks up at me through her eyelashes, aware of how sexy I think that makes her, and slowly, one by one, she pushes the row of small buttons through their holes, never breaking eye contact. I spread my arms wide to either side of my body, licking my lips, and just keep watching how she gradually exposes more and more of her bare skin to me.
"Do you often run around at parties like that kissing people?" she suddenly asks and lingers on the second last button. Her eyes are full of laughter and her lips are red and swollen from our kiss and slightly parted with her breathing. "Because if that is the case I want to see pictures of that."
Her fascination with my rather naughty-drunk behaviour from last night, not to mention the completely different turn this conversation is taking, makes my cock jerk against her thigh and I shake my head. "Not many of those around, I'm afraid," I say and stretch my arms out even wider. "Or you would have to take my screen kisses into account..."
I meant it as some sort of afterthought - a joke even, but her initial reaction to the notion of me kissing girls on the big screen takes my breath away. Her smile widens and suddenly there's a beautiful sparkle in her eyes.
"Of course!" she exclaims, almost as if she cannot believe how she could have forgotten about those. She pops the last button through its little hole, pushing the dress from her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts and stomach to me. "Tell me about them?" she asks and I can't believe I am hearing this.
My hands are on her body again; stroking the sides of her breasts where her skin is so soft it always makes me moan. All I want to do is pull her down to me and encompass her with my arms and legs and then flip her around and push my cock into her - excuse me for being greedy - but this gorgeous woman has other plans... Apparently, she wants to hear about my clumsy fumbling with Christina Ricci in an empty swimming pool.
"Are you sure?" I want to know, a bit flushed with the prospect of having to confess the fact that I was hiding an incredible hard-on from Brooke Shields that day in Central Park. "Shouldn't we just be eating breakfast or something?"
"Are you embarrassed?" she counters, a devious little smirk playing around her lips. "Or just a little... shy?" She moves her face close to mine and mischievously licks at the stubble on my chin. "Or maybe you need some sort of incentive to reveal your little secrets to me?"
She scoots back a little, pulling the duvet with her, exposing my naked body to the cool air in the bedroom. Before I can complain about it, however, her hands skim across my thighs and end up in a firm grasp around the base of my cock. I can't stop my hips from bucking against her arms and she giggles.
"I know, honey," she murmurs. "I know just what you like. But you tell me about those kisses and I get you off, how does that sound?" She squeezes her hands together gently and I groan with a hint of pure abandon in it.
"Like blackmail," I mutter and when she laughs out loud I have to smile as well.
"So," she asks when we are both focused on the topic of discussion again. "Who was the first one?" Her hands make long but teasingly slow strokes on the sides of my dick and my breath hitches immediately. I try to give her my most poignant look.
"You do realise that this might very easily go wrong, right?" I ask. "I am not sure I can keep up the necessary concentration to recall all those sordid details you're obviously after when you touch me like that."
She grins knowingly but doesn't stop her insistent stroking and I try to get back to that awkward teenage kiss that was filmed on the set of The Ice Storm.
"Christina is a cool girl," I start. "Christina Ricci, you know her?" Without waiting for an answer I cling to the memory, trying not to pay too much attention to those soft-strong hands on my dick. "People always start about that kiss, because it was filmed so intensely, so totally in sync with the mood of the film... but in fact it didn't do anything for me." She looks up and locks eyes with me.
"Why was that?" she asks and bends over, kissing the tip of my cock, quickly licking some of the precum off of it. "God - will you stop that," I shudder and sink my hands into her hair, not meaning a word I'm saying and thankful for the fact she is well aware of that. I take a deep breath and try to return to what I was trying to say.
"Because my mother was there, watching the whole thing." She lets go and bends upright again, wrinkling her nose, giggling softly. "Okay," she grins and her hand starts to stroke again. "I can see why that might have been a problem... Was Christina a good kisser, anyway?" I look at her and wonder what she gets from my revelations.
"You really are something," I smirk and close my eyes when she squeezes particularly hard, struggling not to buck up again, wanting to show her I do have some control over my urges. "I guess she was," I breathe when I open my eyes again. "But I didn't have much to compare her kisses to so I would have to say I really don't know..."
"Did she think you were a good kisser?" comes her whispered question and before I get the chance to voice my astonishment over her weird form of curiosity, she closes her mouth around my cock and suckles the head.
"Jesus!" I groan and immediately paw at her hair again. "Don't stop that..."
Her head lifts slightly and our eyes meet. "I won't stop if you won't, Lij," she whispers and I see how her tongue darts out to lap up a new drop of precum that just oozed out of the glistening slit. I groan in frustration - all I really want to do is go blank and surrender to that wonderful build-up that always grasps me right before I come. I don't like thinking while having sex.
"Okay," I mutter, deciding I'd better give in to her torture. "But promise me you won't laugh... She said it wasn't too bad."
I cringe when I remember the whole affair, but suddenly her mouth is all over me again and I feel like I am rewarded handsomely for sharing this embarrassing bit of my life's history with her. She has stopped her teasing and suckling and is trying to take me in as deeply as possible.
She repeats her movements, her hands on my hips, my hands in her hair, for a few deliciously long minutes and just when I start to think she has forgotten about the screen kisses, she stops, sits up, and licks her lips suggestively.
"And then," she whispers huskily. "Whose kiss should I know about after that one?" I struggle to keep my eyes open as my cock is throbbing painfully between her fingers. She lowers them, tickles along the hard shaft, and teases my balls with featherlike brushes of her fingertips.
I try to check off a mental list - The Ice Storm, Oliver Twist... What the fuck did I film after that? It's really hard to concentrate when someone is grazing their nails ever so softly against the sensitive skin inside your thighs... Ah, of course - The Faculty... Jordana... Hardly worth mentioning...
"Brooke Shields," I mutter and already feel a blush starting to grow somewhere in the back of my neck. Her hands stop suddenly and I whine - I didn't mean to, but it's out there before I can stop it.
"Get the fuck out of here, Lij," she says, disbelief strong in her voice. "You did not kiss Brooke Shields!" I open my eyes and stare at her, smiling at her - proud of the fact I apparently impressed her with that information.
"I did," I state, finding my voice again. "And I wasn't even legal in the state in which we were filming." This impresses her even more, I can tell from the look in her eyes. "You like that, don't you?" I ask her, and she smiles, her hand returning to my saliva-slick cock, making sure she keeps up some sort of rhythm.
"Was it good?" she asks - clearly deciding I am not making things up. I close my eyes again, because this time I am assaulted on two levels - her relentless hand around my dick and the memory of Brooke's tongue hot in my mouth. I just nod - it's all I can do. I have temporarily lost the capacity of speech; the duality of the sensation is simply too much.
"Isn't Brooke a whole lot taller than you are?" she then wants to know and I groan when she dips her finger into my steadily leaking slit, while pressing the flat of her other hand against my balls. I spread my legs wider around her body, hoping she takes it for the blatant invitation it actually is. When she scoots a little closer and traces a finger up and down the very sensitive flesh behind my balls, I know she is waiting for me to groan or whimper - waiting for me to beg.
"Well?" she presses the matter. "Was it good?" Her finger lingers around that forbidden spot where only she dares to go whenever I ask her to drive me nuts when she blows me - whenever she wants to watch me come instantly by simply pushing her finger in and fuck me with it. I want her to enter and she bloody well knows it, so I try to find my voice...
"It was," I manage to whisper but gain my strength when her teasing finger stills right where I want it. "We had to do it quite a number of times, over and over again - me on tiptoes, she freaking out over the fact I was so fucking young... Yeah..." I smile stupidly with the memory of her tongue against mine almost fresh in my mind. "It felt pretty good..."
"Did she make you hard?" she asks softly and gently pushes in, causing my breath to hitch and my hands to claw at the sheets. I nod and shut my eyes, gasping when she starts to move her finger in and out of me slowly. She stills her finger for a few seconds and I catch my breath, opening my eyes to look at her again. "Did she?" she repeats the question on a whisper.
"What do you think?" I ask, taking a deep breath, the blush firmly in place but maybe she won't notice as my entire body feels like it is on fire at the moment. "All the freaking time... I mean, I was fucking seventeen when that film was shot, just thinking about kissing Brooke Shields set me off..."
I am still amazed at the number of coherent sentences I manage to string together, and, while breathing hard, I look at her with something close to pride. She meets my eyes and smiles that beautiful, only-for-Elijah smile of hers, encouragement like liquid silver in her eyes while she keeps me on a slippery edge with her nimble fingers. When I suddenly gasp - once, twice - in that particular way, she realises how close I am and she stills all her movements, withdraws her hands and allows me to catch my breath. I spew out a couple of Fucks under my breath and am vaguely aware of the smile on her face.
"So," she asks, voice laced with her own lust and a beautiful pink glow on her cheeks. "Anyone else?"
I look at her and both amazement and frustration must be fighting for prominence in my eyes. I can't believe she has enough mental capacity left to keep up this line of conversation. I sure as hell know I haven't.
"Can't we forget about this and just fuck?" I plead, adding more than enough lashes and pout to make any fangirl melt on the spot. Her unwavering smile is making me feel uncomfortable, though, and somehow I know I have to go through the whole lot... Rachael, Franka, and probably Sean to boot if I ever want my release.
"Unless you want to get yourself off, baby," she smiles and her hands playfully stroke the insides of my thighs again. She knows I won't do that - I haven't masturbated in front of her yet and I am not going to start doing it now. There's a time and a place for everything...
"I think I hate you," I mutter with feeling and she giggles out loud, scraping her deliciously long nails over my hipbones.
"That's okay, honey," she giggles some more and replaces her nails with her soft, warm hands. "You can hate me all you want while you tell me who came next and I'll take you to that beautiful, blissful place, okay?" I give her my best frustrated growl and sigh and give in.
"Rachael," I say. "Beautiful girl. I actually liked her a lot - too fucking shy to tell her though..." I watch how her hands rub circles low on my stomach, spiralling down towards my dick, and I almost forget to breathe when she finally touches me again.
"That kiss was nice," I say, remembering the feel of Rachael's hips under my hands. "Not as much pressure as with Christina, not as frantic as with Brooke, just somewhere in between - easy, slow, the way I like kisses to be when so many people are watching you do it. I think she was the first girl I ever kissed who actually made me forget I was on a film set..."
She is still rubbing me softly, watching me intently as I stare at a point somewhere behind her, and I can almost taste Rachael's kiss again - sweet like honey on the softest lips ever. I know I make it sound like a cheap romance novel but that was really what it was like. "She was amazing," I sigh. "I wish that kiss had lasted longer - I really wanted it to last longer..."
Suddenly, she leans over me and stretches her body on top of mine. When she wraps her arms and legs around me I roll her onto her back and lie on top of her, finally gaining some control. "I could fuck you now," I whisper and push my hips against hers for added effect, gasping with the friction on my cock. "No more talking - no more straining my brain - just plain and simple fucking."
"You could," she admits. "And I bet you will. But I would love to hear you finish that list." I look at her, tilt my head a bit and wonder again about what this information does to her exactly, but before I get the chance to say anything, she has beaten me to it.
""Can't we compromise?" she suggests. "You get to fuck me - slowly - and I still get that list?"
"You know you're weird, right?" I ask and stretch my arm to fumble a condom from the box in the nightstand drawer. "Totally, irrevocably, and completely fucking weird."
"I know, baby - yet I'm quite sure that deep down you actually love remembering those kisses while another woman sucks your dick." Her full-on teasing smirk is right back where it belongs and I can't help but grin broadly, allowing her to snatch the condom out of my hand.
"Maybe..." I try to evade the whole question. "I'm not going to admit to anything when my brain has been deprived of blood for such a long time."
Now it's her turn to laugh loudly while her fingers cleverly tear the foil off and she proceeds to roll the latex down on me. "Enough with the stalling, Elijah," she breathes, lying back and pulling me close to her again, tucking her legs up around my waist. "Come on... who came after Rachael?"
"God... Jesus, give me a second here," I groan when I sink into her, briefly overwhelmed by the hot-slick-tightness of that sensation, and I rest my forehead against her shoulder. I lap at the side of her breast, tasting salt and skin, and make sure I don't move because I am about to fucking come.
"I kissed Jordana and LeeLee..." I pant, deciding that thinking and talking might actually stop me from surrendering to this all-consuming need to just pound into her and forget about our little compromise. "Kissed Rosario and Mandy and Deborah..." She moans when I trail my tongue from one breast to the other. "... and I sure as hell took my chance to kiss Kate..." I add and push my tongue into her mouth to stress my point, then just as quickly release her lips. "But they all meant nothing compared to ..." I move my hips a little and quickly realise it's still way too early for that.
"...Franka," I sigh and go completely motionless again.
"Ah," she breathes, finally losing a bit of her cool now that I am inside of her. "I read about her. About the two of you..." She actually has the nerve to move under me and I give her my most unyielding stare, silently warning her not to do that again if she wants me to finish the kiss-list - as I have secretly dubbed it in my fevered brain.
"She was special, right?" she whispers and her hands start stroking my shoulders and arms now that I have pushed myself up to look at her. Things are cooling down a little; I pull out and carefully slide back in and it actually feels good. I do it again and she closes her eyes, the grin quickly replaced by a blissful smile.
"God, I like the way you're so incredibly hard, Lij," she sighs and adjusts her legs around my waist, searching for a slightly better angle. "I love how you just seem to fill every single inch of me..." Her voice trails off as I move in and out of her again - and again - slowly setting up a deliberate, lazy rhythm.
"It sure turned it into the easiest screen kiss ever," I pick up where I left off about six or seven strokes ago and her eyes open and go wide with amused surprise. I realise suddenly that she never thought I would continue, and I think I have caught her unawares.
"The anticipation I displayed in that motel bed, being all wide eyed and waiting for her to touch me..." I continue while I move in and out of her with amazing discipline. "It was all real, I never acted any of that. I was totally turned on. And - " I grit out, just before I attempt my first seriously forceful thrust. "Before you ask..." I slam in again and I watch how her hands reach for the headboard. "I was totally hard under those sheets."
"Jesus Christ!" she calls out from between almost clenched teeth and I raise the stakes by crashing into her again, actually causing her skull to make contact with the headboard, no matter how much she tries to brace herself with her hands.
"And that -" I drive in again. "Sums it all up..." and crash my mouth briefly onto her lips, viciously stabbing my tongue against hers in the same, by now frenzied, rhythm I am fucking her with "...quite nicely."
When I hear her cry out my name - my full name for fuck's sake - my brain reaches total gridlock and my body finally takes over. The only things I register now are her muffled cries against the soft flesh of her upper arm and my own loud, laboured breathing and the steady, scorching, almost mind-numbing hotness that she enfolds me with. When I feel her clench forcefully around me, again and again, until I actually see tears on her face, I simply let the world disappear and my senses shut down and all I do - all I can do - is fall and keep falling - with her hands clamped tight around my back and her lips against my face.
She nudges my shoulder with her free hand, balancing a tray with the other and I sit up against the headboard. I pick up the mugs of coffee so that she can safely plop down next to me, clutching the sticky buns she also brought from the kitchen in both hands. She pulls the covers around her waist and sidles up to me and accepts her mug and hands me a bun.
"Don't worry about bread crumbs in bed," she giggles. "Because we definitely need to change the sheets this time."
I sip my coffee gratefully - no longer needing it to wake up, but just to know that it is still morning and the day just started in the most brilliant fucking way...
"So tell me," she says softly, and lowers her mug to look at me. "That's all of them then?"
I stare off into space, knowing exactly what she is referring to and swallow around the lump in my throat when I realise we have suddenly reached that topic that might actually make or break this relationship. I just turn my head and watch her eyes that are beautiful and soft and reassuring, and slowly the lump starts to dissipate and I try to breathe again.
"Sean?" she asks, and I watch her a minute longer and then slowly shake my head.
"Not like that," I add, clarifying.
"Billy?"
I giggle. "Once," I smile and reminisce in spite of myself. "We were so drunk... But no..."
"Dom?"
I bite my lip briefly, and know I just gave the answer away with that simple gesture. I nod, then look away, and sip more coffee to give myself something to do. I can feel her eyes are still on me.
"That's okay, you know," she says and strokes the side of my face, the way she did when we first met. I dare to look at her again and I know she can see the hint of confusion and loss and so many other things I have barely found a name for in my eyes.
"You miss him?" she asks, her fingers sliding down my neck.
"We miss each other," I say softly. "But we know it just doesn't work that way... We've had plenty of time to figure that out..."
She smiles gently and rests her hand on my leg.
"You're in love?"
"Oh, I love him," I counter and venture my first smile since we started this conversation. "But I'm in love with you. I've had plenty of time to figure that out as well."
"It is still okay, Elijah," she whispers and kisses my cheek. "I guess I already knew before I asked and it doesn't change a single thing. In fact, the way you love people, including me, is what makes you so utterly irresistible to begin with."
I giggle - I have to - I am so not irresistible...
"Come here," I say, still grinning, putting my mug on the nightstand.
"What?" she asks, and moves to do the same.
"I need to kiss you."
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