“No need, I’ll paint an illusion around you, make you look like your 30 or something.” I shrug. You may be thinking Bourbon? That’s a man’s drink. Well, screw you. I like it. It tastes nice and warms me up. I smiled, to be honest I’m not a big fan of films, bourbon would give me something to do. When I drink alcohol voices appear in my head. Don’t ask. I just said yes because it would be a night in together.
“Oh yeah, I forgot you can do that.” He smiled slightly.
I smiled back, “its nifty, I know.” Nifty, what kind of a word is nifty? He nodded and we got off the train. We walked past the bikers and headed to the Wal-Mart. Luca went to get the alcohol and I looked through the DVD’s, they all seemed like soppy romances or bad comedies. I settled with Constantine and waited outside for Luca. I sighed, I should go shopping tomorrow. I was thinking about what I needed when Luca appeared again. “Come on, let’s go home.” I smiled and he followed me, then I realised I wasn’t even bothered about watching the film.
When we got home I opened the door and let him in, I got a bottle opener for Luca and a glass for me. I pushed the DVD in and settled down on the couch beside him. I poured myself a drink and focused on quelling the voices. I didn’t care about the film, I thought it was amazing when I first saw it but after the next three hundred times it just got boring. Luca also sat in silence and I found myself becoming quite bored. It was nice that we were spending time together though.
“Luca, are you watching this?” I whispered.
He looked at me, “kinda, why?”
“Curious.” I mumbled as I poured another drink.
“Are you watching it?”
I shrugged, “not really.”
“Wanna do something else?”
“Like what?” Wow, I was really bored. Anything was better than this.
He shrugged. "I'd say we still have three other beds to christen, but I'm pretty sure you're not in the mood for that today."
"No I'm good." I smiled. "Just a little bored, he hugged me and I smiled, hugging him back I asked him what it was for.
“I figured you might appreciate it.”
“Thanks,” I smiled kissing him softly.
I could tell that he tried not to stiffen up as I kissed him. "S'ok."
I kissed him more passionately, making him relax a little. "Well, got any ideas of what we can do now?"
"No, I’m not really. What about you?” Umm, okay, he has no idea does he?
"That was a rhetorical question." I giggled at his obliviousness.
“Rhetorical?” He asked and I sighed, the moment was gone.
"Yeah," I let go of him. "You know what never mind." He looked at me confused and I spelt it out for him. "I was going to have sex with you; I already knew what we were going to do."
He shot me a sheepish smile, "I hate being thick sometimes,"
He pulled a puppy eye face. "Forgive me?" Wow, I have complete power over Luca via sex. Hmm...
"I dunno you'd have to salvage the moment." He pulled me back into the embrace and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, "hmm...” His hands slid down my back to my rear as he deepened the kiss. "Getting there," I smiled, pulling off his blood stained shirt, now just to taunt him a little.
He smiled, too, tugging my top over my head and throwing it to the floor with his own. "Good," he murmured. I grinned, undoing my bra and throwing it on top of my shirt. I pushed him over so I was lying below him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down on me.
He kissed me again, smiling. I could feel his desire for me growing as our eyes met. "You are full of surprises, Gemme," he winked, "here was me expecting a quiet night."
"Well, I don't do quiet nights." I smiled, kissing him again.
"Apparently not," he grinned, shifting so that one hand was trailing over my skin, "I like that. I like that a lot."
"Good." I half smiled, kissing him hotly as my hands rested on his chest, one finger tracing the lines of his tattoos. He lingered there a few moments more before kneeling back on his heels so he was straddling my legs. With a smile, he began to unfasten my trousers, his own growing visibly tighter as he stripped mine away. I looked at him as I teased down his own trousers. Pulling them down slowly as I saw the desire in his eyes.
"I swear you have an obsession with torturing me," he growled playfully as he brought his lips down on mine again.
I smirked after I kissed him back. "Oh no, I've been found out." I giggled as I finally rid him of his trousers.
He laughed. "Next thing I'll find out, you'll have a pair of handcuffs for me," he murmured as his hands started to tease my body again.
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far. You could get some for me if you like though." I smiled, slowly pushing off his boxers; I don’t know why I said that...
He arched an eyebrow at me. "Maybe some other time," he muttered.
My eyebrows rose too as he actually considered my proposal. "Let's focus in the now... shall we?"
Nodding, his hands traced down to my pants; his thumbs hooked under the material and pulled down slowly. I wriggled beneath him as his thumbs tickled my skin slightly as he pulled them off. My own hands were remaining at his waist as I pulled his body closer to mine. He brushed his lips against mine, moving his kisses down my body until they reached the part of me that craved him the most. "Oh Luca," I moaned, arching my hips upwards at his warm touch. Lucky guesses...
His tongue flicked against me experimentally as he looked at me to judge how he was doing. I pushed my head back against the arm of the chair, arching my hips further off the sofa. Begging him to go on, sometimes being a human guinea pig had its advantages. He chuckled and obliged. It only took a few moments more of this before I began to shudder beneath him and I cursed myself under my breath for my weaknesses.
The shudders encouraged him for a few moments before he pulled away, "still lucky, huh?"
"If lucky is what you're gonna call it. You sure you haven't done this before?" I asked after a while of catching my breath.
"You do know what drugs do to a guy's memory, right?" He laughed slightly, moving back over me; one hand supporting him, the other teasing between my legs.
"I can't say I know first-hand." I growled as his movement caught me by surprise slightly. "Plus I thought you said I was the one torturing you..."
"You were. At first," he grinned, not changing the speed of his movements.
"Revenge?" I asked, an eyebrow tilting upward slightly.
"Well... you could say that."
"What would you call it?" I gasped, finding my calm breaths escaping me.
"Dunno... doesn't it come under foreplay?" He smiled, ducking in to kiss me. I nodded slightly, trying not to break the kiss. As he pulled away, still smiling, he began to speed up a little.
I fidgeted beneath him, unable to keep myself still as he teased me still. "Luca! You can't keep me like this." I moaned.
"Can't I?" He asked brightly, alternating speeds
I whined slightly, "Luca please..." I begged. He laughed and pulled his hand away altogether. I looked at him, with a childish, confused look and his lips crashed down on mine fiercely. I froze a moment as he shocked me, but quickly accepted his kiss, kissing him back as I tried to match his intensity. As he pulled away, he lowered himself over me, pushing into my body hungrily.
"Thank you..." I mumbled as my body relaxed.
"Thank you," he growled.
I smiled as a blush crept onto my cheeks; I leant into him, to allow his movements to become deeper. He growled again, his movements steadily growing faster. I tried to hold myself back, prolonging the feeling as long as I could. I felt it was going to end too quickly.
With a groan, Luca slowed again, opening his eyes and looking into mine with a smile. I smiled, realising how fond I had grown of his deep chocolate orbs. I moved my arms up, placing my hands in the small of his back, as I pulled him closer to me slightly just so I could kiss his shoulder softly.
He moaned again as he rocked our bodies gently and he was making the effort to make it last just for me.
"You can let go..." I whispered into his ear softly.
"Wanna make it last," he half gasped the words. I nodded, but I didn't know how long I could stay like this, I could feel myself edging closer every second. I buried my head his shoulder, kissing his neck with swift, soft kisses. Once again, he growled, his muscles straining against his urge to move faster.
"Go on." I murmured. He nodded and sped up, pushing into me almost desperately. His movements became too much and I let go almost immediately. But I still clung to him, allowing him to continue. It didn't take him much longer to finish, and soon enough, we were lying on our sides pressed up against each other, our arms around each other.
I looked at him and smiled, somehow forgetting everything. It seemed to be the small escape I had been looking for. He kissed me softly and smiled back. I wanted to thank him but I was enjoying the silence. I looked into his eyes and became lost. How could he be the bestial man he claimed?