Her hand drifted lower, a wicked gleam in her eyes, "Well as free as I wanna be. See there was this kid, used to make me nuts, and I sorta missed him when he was gone. Don't think I'll ever be free from him, don’t think I wanna be."
He gave a throaty chuckle. "Maybe he don't wanna be free from you either." He ran his fingertips lightly down her side and around her breast.
A shiver that wasn't hang over induced slid through her. "I was mean to him though, left all these pretty things he bought me at home. Think he'll forgive me?"
He winked and kissed her. "He'll probably just buy ya more... I hear he's rich."
"Oh really?" She moved to push up off of his body, her lips moving into a wide grin. "Maybe I better go find him then."
"You ain't going no where." He pulled her back down and crushed his mouth to hers.
She lost herself in the kiss, headaches, sisters and idiot friends forgotten as her hands slipped up under his shirt, the urge to tease moving into the need for skin. "You have on too many clothes."
"So do you," he purred. He let go of her long enough to tug her shirt off. Her skin, now bare to his gaze enticed him. He shrugged off his shirt and pulled her near again, clasping his lips to one rosy nipple and grazing it with his teeth.
Fingers slipped along buttons before hands splayed out on his burly muscular chest, her teeth nibbling along his shoulder. How he made it all go away with a simple kiss or slip of the lips she'd never know, nor did she care. As soft whispery sighs floated from her she moved against him, craving all that he was. "I'll keep you ok, I promise, I really do."
"Mmm sweetest thing I ever heard Darlin'," he whispered as his hands slid over her supple skin. He felt his cock straining against his jeans and took a moment to take them off before pulling her flush against him once again. Skin on skin he rubbed his body against hers.
She opened herself to him, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, her lips pressing against his as their tongues dueled for supremacy in the kiss. She pulled back, her hips shifting upwards as he slid deep, "Yeah beat ya up if I have ta, keep you on the straight and narrow." She winked as she arched to meet him, "or at least straight and narrow Dork style."
He sighed in contentment as he felt her close around him. "Whip me, beat me... do your best... or worst... I need it." He moved out then plunged back in fully. "Need it like I need air darlin'." He caught her lips and sucked gently on her pouty bottom lip.
She loved him the best she knew how, with skin, kisses and touch, and when he tightened she closed around him like a fist, his name the only thing on her lips. As he settled over her, his head on her shoulder she smiled. This was home, and this was what she'd missed for all the years she'd been gone. He'd grown up, changed and found her again, only to give her all that she needed and she loved him.
She loved her Dork, not the wildly out there guitarist, or rich man in a band, but the guy that drove the whole thing, and in that second her mind shifted tracks as something he said the night before surfaced. "You.. you..tell me you didn’t say we outta get married?"
His raised his head, as a bead of sweat dripped down his nose. He buried his face in the crook of her neck before whispering. "I did..."
She slid her arms around him tightly, her legs up to hold him in, connected by heart and body as eyes swept up to study his face intently. "Were you saying that cuz you were mad at Jon, or just trying to make me feel better? Dammit Dork this aint a competition you know."
Richie sighed and let his head fall to her breast. His gentle breath flowing over the dip between them as he planted a kiss to her skin and answered in a resigned voice. "Maybe a bit of both darlin'."
He sounded so disappointed, even a bit upset. "I'm not turning you down flat baby, it's just not right. We aren't ready," she sighed slightly, "Ok I'm not ready, but dammit I won't get married just cuz Jon and Shannon up and did something. I won't be in HIS shadow not for all the awesome lovemaking you can offer. Don't ya get it Rich? I won't leave out the important people like HE did."
He knew she was right and hated that she was right. He nodded, "I understand, beleive it or not I do. "
She pushed him off to the side and growled. "No you don't, you're pouting."
"I said I understand, I didn't say I had to like it, let me pout." He frowned a bit.
She turned over, her back too him, eyes rolling. "Ok you pout." She closed her eyes and willed back the rolling nausea. What if turning him down made him pull away? What if saying NO changed things? "I'll just lay here...."
"You do that Mel," He smirked as his eyes roved over her bare back. His timing was off, he knew that when the words had come pouring out of his mouth last night in anger and frustration. He truly did want to marry Mel, he couldn't imagine himself with anyone else now that he had her but, she was right, if they jumped the gun now it wouldn't be the way they both wanted it to be. He wanted everyone there, everyone celebrating and happy, Mel glowing radiantly. Now was not the time, damn her for being right!
She counted the seconds as they ticked slowly by, his muttering and grumbling reaching deep into her soul, shaking her ruthlessly. She loved him, but in this second she hated him, hated the visions of dresses and happy ever after his not thought through ideas were calling up. But if they did it now, she'd forever doubt he loved her, it would always be a one up on Jon, a catch up to the royal poofy one. "I'm right, you know I'm right." She winced at how tentative her voice sounded then suddenly turned to punch his shoulder. "YOU KNOW I AM!"
"Ow!!!!! Damn it Mel!" He frowned deeper then pulled her flush against him, "yes you're right Melanie ok? But, someday...someday you WILL be my wife." His eyes locked with hers, his intent radiating out so that she had no choice but to believe him.
She snorted slightly and felt the lopsided grin growing. "You so sure about that Scarecrow? I'm kinda hard to deal with. Just ask his royal assness."
"I'm sure... anyone else would be boring in comparison, you've ruined me for anyone else Melanie Daniels."
The train of thoughts rambled long and hard along the tracks of her mind as her brow flicked up. "I ruined ya? ME? Wasn't oh a thousand or so others in the last 3 years?"
"Nope, it's all you." He gave her a shit eating grin.
"Well someone with good sense has gotta make you behave, too many just give in to you, not good for you, lemme tell ya." She winked as her hand slid up to tweak his ear. "Give you an inch you take a mile.
He snorted and his hand slid up to tweak one pert nipple "The hell with the mile darlin' I'll take it all."
"Greedy."
"Damn right."
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