not_an_oreilly (not_an_oreilly) wrote in the_dome, @ 2014-01-14 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-19-2017, darcy, darcy and noah, noah |
Do You Still Mean It?
Who: Darcy and Noah
When: 04-19-2017, late
Where: Darcy's house
Warnings: NSFW
Noah was a little shaky. Not too bad, not too bad. He was good. He was safe now. He just couldn’t think about peeing his pants or any of the other things that happened. He couldn’t think of the bruises on his face even if he felt them whenever he moved a muscle to speak or smile. Not that he felt much like doing either. He was sitting in his room staring at the wall, trying to dissociate. Something nagged at the corner of his mind though. Something wouldn’t let him close down. It was the thought that he needed to see Darcy.
He pulled on clothes with slightly shaky hands, not really paying attention to what it was he put on. Just so long as they weren’t soiled. Someone had come in and done his laundry at some point. He had no idea who but he had clean things and he breathed in the clean smell. He couldn’t seem to get the image of Darcy’s face out of his head now. The look on it when he’d told her to run. That he loved her but run. And she’d gone but she’d looked exhaustively until he’d been found.
He wasn’t sure when he started walking or how long it took him but he was knocking on her front door somehow and hoping Avery didn’t answer. No, that was impossible. Avery was… he didn’t know where but she was too hurt to be answering doors as far as he’d heard. He shoved his hands into his pockets and waited.
Darcy was exhausted. She’d been going for days on no sleep, only when someone forced her to rest and yet she still hadn’t found him. It didn’t stop her from searching, but they were starting to find people, others, and she was needed at home, not able to keep running around as much as she wanted to. She was too tired.
When she opened the door she wasn’t sure who to expect, maybe Aidan, but why would he knock. Maybe Patrick, but he didn’t have a reason to visit. That it was Noah made perfect sense, but at the same time made her knees go weak, tears brimming in her eyes instantly. She had one hand on the door jamb, holding herself up, the other reaching out for him with an open mouth, needing to touch and him prove he was real. “Noah…”
As soon as he saw her, the numbness and any desire for it, was gone. When she reached for him, he stepped forward to close some of the distance between them and took her hand. With the way his heart surged at just touching her he knew he'd likely crush her if he tried to hug her yet. He didn't have words yet either and the hand holding hers shook slightly. He was on his way to being an emotional wreck with the relief of seeing her safe and sound. He opened his mouth to at least attempt to speak but he stopped and shook his head with a sigh.
She was still sporting a few bandages from her own run in with the vampires, but it didn’t stop her for reaching for him, sob choking in her throat. She had her free hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards her. “Oh my god, oh my god.” His hand was shaking, and he was sighing and shaking his head and it scared her. What came next? Something bad? Darcy wasn’t sure she could handle anything bad.
Noah let her pull him closer, he still didn't trust himself not to hurt her but he made a concentrated effort to be gentle as he hugged her. Well, more like clung to her. He cleared his throat, finally finding words. "You're okay. I was so worried they'd... that someone had..." He couldn't finish the sentence but his meaning was obvious.
Her arm wrapped tight around his neck, holding herself against him with a hiccupy noise. “I’m okay,” she murmured softly. “You’re alive. Oh god, Noah.” Darcy buried her face in his neck, sure that tears were falling already. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
That had been exactly what he'd thought. That he'd never see her again but for whatever reason, his knowing Sylvia had played in his favor. He closed his eyes, his face against her hair. He didn't care if she cried on him. He might cry on her and for some reason that almost struck him as funny but not quite. "I'm alive. He hardly touched me."
Darcy pulled back to look at him, eyes and cheeks wet with tears as she looked at him, touching his bruised cheek. “You’re still hurt,” she said softly, pulling at him to get him inside, where it was safe. “What happened?” she asked, starting towards her room, wanting to get him there, close to her as possible and never let him leave.
Noah gently brushed the tears from her cheeks and winced when she touched his. He'd been told the bruise was several layers deep and had cracked the bone slightly. So it was definitely tender. He let her lead him, fine with going wherever she wanted him to be. "The guy, the leader or whatever, held me somewhere. He didn't seem pleased with the fact he had me but he didn't do much. At one point he tossed a bucket at my head. That's where this came from." He followed her toward her room, trying not to think about what the guy would have done with Darcy if he'd had her instead of Noah.
Darcy led him straight to the bed, siting and waiting for him to join her. Then she was looking at his face again, studying the bruise with a small frown. Anger was there, that someone had hurt him, but more than anything she was flooded with relief, that he was okay, that he was right here, safe and sound. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I was so worried about you,” she said softly. “I thought I’d lost you.”
Noah settled beside her on the bed, trying not to let it feel awkward for whatever reason that it did. He reached for her hand again, wanting to keep connected somehow. Like if he kept hold of her no one could split them up ever again. "I heard they couldn't keep you at home. That you wouldn't give up. Thank you."
Darcy felt her cheeks heat up, but that was probably an improvement on the dark circles under her eyes. “Of course not. Did you think I’d give up on you?” She laced her fingers with his and shifted closer, so she was resting against his arm, feeling the tears welling up again. “I had to find you. I’m still upset you found me first. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”
Noah pressed his lips together, a slight smile forming as he shook his head. "No, you did exactly what I thought you would do. Stubborn girl," he said, affection somewhere in his tone. "If you want, I can go home and you can pretend to find me first," he teased very lightly. "You had to rest some time, Darcy. You're only human... still. Right?"
She shook her head, clutching his arm harder. “No, you can’t go anywhere at all.” She wasn’t letting him out her sight. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “Still human. I tried to get Aidan to bite me, but he wouldn’t.”
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise," he said and gently touched her cheek with his free hand. He closed his eyes briefly as she ran her fingers through his hair, another sigh escaping with the relief he felt that Aidan hadn't bitten her. He would have adjusted but he was grateful he didn't have to. "I'm glad to hear that. So glad. And just glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do if you weren't."
Darcy leaned into his hand, feeling relieved that he was there, touching her. It was another reminder that it was real again, that he was really here. “I’m okay. I promise. Still here and still yours.” She stilled, thinking about what he’d said before he’d been taken, eyes finding his, watching him curiously, wondering if he still meant it.
Noah nodded, his thumb brushing her cheek as he looked at her, his hand not quite as shaky when he touched her. There was a lot behind his expression. Relief and lingering fear. Maybe a little confusion as to why this felt strange until he recognized what it was. What he'd said that was hanging in the air between them. Instead of speaking to it, he leaned forward and kissed her softly.
She could see most of it in his eyes, amazed at how different it was than anything else to see fear and relief in him, true relief. And then something else, at least until he kissed her and Darcy let herself get lost in the kiss. One hand wound its way back into his hair, pulling him closer, giving the kiss her all.
The awkwardness seemed to dissipate entirely as Darcy responded. The kiss going from soft and almost tentative to a physical expression of those things he felt. For this moment, for their safety, but mostly what he felt for her. He breathed a sigh against her cheek as her fingers, as always, brought physical relief. His arms went around her, letting her solidness ground him until he pulled back just enough to breathe.
When he finally pulled back, Darcy didn’t want him to, despite the fact that her breath was coming in gasps. He felt so real, holding on to her and being there for her. She could feel it in that kiss alone, but more than that she felt safe again. It was ironic, that she knew she should be making him feel that way considering he was the one who’d been through a trauma, but she was the one feeling safe. She just hoped it was the same for him. “Did you mean it?” she finally asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
Noah kept his face close to hers, his eyes closed briefly as he listened to her breathe. It was such an affirmation that they were both alive. Both whole and together. He could hardly believe just how important Darcy had become in so short a while but he felt like he'd always been here in her room. On her bed. Touching her and knowing he really had meant what he'd said even if he'd mostly thought of it as a motivation to get her running when he was about to die. "I did," he said, leaning his cheek against her head.
Darcy felt her stomach flip at the sheer prospect of him meaning it, him feeling a way about her that no one had before. She nodded against him, turning more into his neck and breathing in the scent of him. He loved her. He’d meant it. He’d not just said it to say it or anything else, he still felt that way. And while she’d hoped he’d say it again, she wasn’t going to push. “Me too,” she whispered, barely there and the words surprised even her. She hadn’t known, hadn’t thought about it, but if this wasn’t it, this all-encompassing feeling, sense of him. It was too real not to be that.
For Noah, love was a delicate thing. It was the risk of loss and the possibility of rejection. His family, Sylvia. He'd loved them, differently of course, but his family was dead and Sylvia was sort of gone in a lot of ways. He wasn't going to use the phrase lightly with Darcy because it meant so much to him. He smiled a little and leaned back to try to look at her when she reciprocated. "Yeah?" he asked just as quietly.
Darcy made a small noise of assent, not able to look at him just yet. She didn’t know love from anything else, but what she felt for Noah seemed strong enough. Thinking she’d lost him wasn’t an option, thinking he could be dead wasn’t one either. This felt more right than anything she’d felt in days and if that wasn’t love, what else was? “Yeah.”
Noah wasn't sure what to make of the sound he heard though it seemed positive. He made sure to prepare himself over time for the possibility that she was carried up in all of this. Even if she didn't love him, she wanted him in her life. She had before all of this and he was happy with that. "Have you gotten any sleep?" he asked after a silent pause.
At his question she shook her head. “Not really. A few hours here and there, but I was trying to find you and the others…” There hadn’t been enough time for sleep.
He glanced up to the top of her bed and then back with her. "Rest with me?" he asked quietly, pulling gently at her to move upward. He wasn't ready to leave but he felt like if he stayed he should take care of her somehow.
Darcy moved with him, not ready to let him leave her side for an instant. "Only if you want to. I promise, I'm okay now, now that you're here." It was like it was all she needed. Her rock, her support, he was safe and sound at her side and she didn't need much more than that.
Noah nodded. "I really do," he said honestly. Just lying there with her, being close, seemed like all he really wanted. Maybe it made him feel safe or it made him feel useful finally. Sitting around wondering what was going to happen, waiting for some inevitability that never came, while she was out running ragged looking for him made him start to feel angry now that he thought about it. He quietly settled, focusing in on Darcy rather than his frustration. He held out an arm for her to come close if she wanted to.
Darcy went as soon as he was settled, curling up close to him with her head on his shoulder before slipping her fingers under his shirt to run along his skin. She didn't close her eyes, not ready to sleep when she was too caught up in too many emotions, too lost in too many feelings to even begin to know where to start. She should be crying more, attacking him with kisses more, something else, but she was so confused and muddled she didn't know where to start. "I missed you," she said finally, not even sure if that was applicable to a situation where he'd been taken and not just gone away for a few days, but it was a truthful feeling.
Noah's arm went around her, holding her as close as he dared. He tried to catch himself from sighing at the skin to skin contact but he failed. There was something even more grounding about that even if it felt like he hadn't been touched in years. There was the desire there to seek out more, to draw her closer and look for mutual comfort in each other, but she needed to rest. He probably did too. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I missed you too. You're all I thought about," he said quietly.
She took the sigh as an invitation, touching more of him. Sure, she was exhausted, but that felt normal and made him more real and honestly was far better to focus on than all the awful things that had happened. Than her cousins being in worse shape, than being afraid for days that she'd lost them all. Looking up at him she smiled a little, leaning in to kiss him. "Just me?"
He shifted slightly to allow her more of him to touch and returned her kiss gently and thought about her question. "I think a lot of the time, yes, just you. I was worried you hadn't gotten away. Or that something else had... I couldn't tell if you were really hurt when I told you to run. And other times I was remembering us together and wishing I was exactly where I am right now."
Darcy let her hand drift up towards his chest, smiling to herself as she did so. "I was fine. I ran right to Aidan and then he wouldn't let me out of his sight unless I was locked in a house." She nuzzled against his chin lightly before smiling again. "I like you right here," she told him. "Maybe you need new memories of us together."
Noah breathed slowly, drinking her in. Her fingers, her closeness. His own fingers found their way beneath the bottom edge of her shirt to graze her skin, sort of instinctively wanting to reciprocate. "Good. I'm glad you were safe," he said, nodding. He wasn't exactly a fan of Aidan but he was grateful that Aidan had made sure Darcy was safe. Maybe he could learn to think a little more positively about her cousin. "What sort of memories were you thinking?" he asked, his lips quirking up slightly on one side.
She leaned in and kissed him again. "Something like that. Happy ones." When he touched her skin she smiled, moving to encourage more of that.
When she kissed him again, Noah pulled gently at her to roll partially onto his chest. "I think that's a very good idea. I could do with a dose of happy Darcy memories." He let his fingers roam along her warm, soft skin.
Darcy did him one better, draping one leg across him and moving over him until she was straddling his hips, looking down at him. "What kind were you thinking?"
And just like that, Noah wasn't thinking about anything else but Darcy and this moment. He chewed his lower lip as though debating. "Probably the kind where you kiss me. A lot. Some of those would be nice," he answered, more of a smile on his features as his hands came to rest on her hips.
She liked that face and gave him what he asked for, testing his grip on her as she leaned forward to kiss him. It was a longing kiss, pushing everything she was feeling into it, wanting him to know how desperate she'd been to get him back, to make sure he was home safe.
Noah's hands were firm but went with her as she moved, wanting her close against him again. As she kissed him, his fingers squeezed gently, responding to her intensity unconsciously with his touch and his mouth. He returned it all, needing her to know just how much he'd wanted to be able to do this or anything with her again.
It was like holding on to a life raft, something she'd been reaching for for days and finally had her hands on. Darcy let her hips grind against his lightly. She loved the way he was holding on to her, kissing her back and she wanted to give him everything he needed. Who cared if she was tired. She could sleep later. Right now, she wanted to be with Noah.
A little breathed sound escaped when she moved. It was still as though he had been separated from her for years as opposed to a few days. As far as he'd known it was going to be the rest of their lives. His hands slid away from her hips and up under her shirt to caress her lower back. He pulled back from her lips again to breathe and smiled up at her. "That was a good one," he murmured.
She answered his smile with one of her, hair falling in her face from the loose bun she'd had it twisted in. "Good," she said with a little nod before kissing him lightly. "What else?"
He dragged his fingers in circles gently along her sides as he chewed his bottom lip again, thinking. He lifted his head a little to press his lips to her throat, brushing light, warm kisses along it toward her jaw. "Hm," he said and let his head fall back. "What do you suggest?"
Darcy giggled at the attention. She pushed her hands up his chest, raising his shirt with it. "More of you." Ducking her head she kissed the exposed skin along his stomach.
Noah's skin covered with goosebumps as she moved his shirt away, his tummy going a little concave beneath her lips. He gave her a half grin, his fingers finding her hair, pulling it from the bun so that it fell against her face and his skin. "You can have all of me you like."
"All of you?" Darcy asked, pushing red locks back so she could see his face. She wished her hair was cleaner, not really a priority from the past few days, but it also wasn't really a major concern considering. She let her fingers drift back to his jeans, undoing them, and shifting again, more down his legs as she kept exploring.
Noah nodded, meeting her eyes. He loved her, he was all hers. That was how it worked in his mind. He took his shirt all the way off since it was almost there anyway and then sat up on his elbows to watch her, moving wherever she needed him to.
She caught that glint in his eyes, wondering what it would be like to have him say what he meant. She focused on him though, kisses down his hips while she worked his jeans lower, letting them take his boxers with them. It was new, but she'd heard enough about the general mechanics of what she needed to do next. So she kept going, letting her mouth trail lower until her tongue was on him, trailing his length gently, eyes watching him for a reaction.
Her kisses were enough to bring the first stirrings of arousal. He held his breath watching her still though his lashes were beginning to lower some. He had not at all expected where she had chosen to go with this but he was definitely not going to complain. It was new territory for him as well though and so his body's response seemed to be quicker than when they'd been together before as he anticipated her next move. The moment he felt her tongue he let out a soft breath that caught slightly. If it was a reaction she wanted, she was certainly getting it.
Darcy smiled to herself and took that as a good sign. She did the same move with he tongue again, then tentatively went for more, her hand around him and taking some of him in her mouth. Her motions were still testing the waters, but she was trying, determined to at least get through the most awkward parts and trying not to think about what she was doing too much.
Noah licked his lower lip, pulling it in between his teeth. She had his heart starting to beat faster and he wanted to see her but it was a losing battle the moment she took part of him in her mouth. He lowered himself from his elbows and tried to remember how to breathe without sounding obscene. What she was doing felt so good that he sighed, unconsciously shifting his hips a little.
Darcy kept going, taking more of him, though there was a surprised little noise when his hips shifted against her. It wasn't a bad thing, just unexpected. She adjusted though, ready for it in case it happened again.
He hadn't meant to move and he felt bad instantly when he heard the sound she made but she didn't stop what she was doing. He wasn't sure what the protocol was here. Was he supposed to stop her and start something with her until they were both ready or was he supposed to simply receive? He didn't have much of an ability to overthink it though as he moaned softly, trying to be still.
Darcy really liked that moan. Above everything else, she couldn’t help her own pleased hum around him as she took more, wanting him to moan again. It was a different kind of turn on, that control, knowing that he was enjoying himself because of what she was doing.
Noah felt her hum, a vibration against him and he almost shifted again, moaning a bit louder this time. His fingers curled into the sheets beside him to keep still but part of him was half desperate to seek out more stimulation from her. He cussed softly with a whisper of a laugh at how amazing her mouth felt.
His reaction was amazing. That was probably why people wanted to do this, part of the thrill. Noah of all people was coming undone. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and took even more of him, almost all, working her tongue against him.
He gasped, feeling so entirely immersed in her in a way that he'd never experienced before. It was driving him half wild and it seemed the more he reacted, the more she did that made it even more incredible. He wasn't sure how long he'd last like this but he was completely lost to everything but pure physical enjoyment.
Darcy’s hands found his hips, using that for leverage, eyes glancing up at him to see his reactions. He looked completely lost in it, which was all the more exciting, turning her on in a way she didn’t think made sense or wasn’t entirely rational, but was there nonetheless. And she kept going, honestly not wanting to stop.
Noah wasn't sure what he was saying now but things like "don't stop" and her name seemed to intermingle. If he'd been able to form a conscious thought it would have been to wonder just when he stopped caring about being quiet. But he couldn't and it didn't matter. Being vulnerable with her was good in his books. Accompanied with sensations like these it was even less like being vulnerable. All the muscles in his lower body were beginning to contract and he moaned again, this time trying to pull at her shoulder. He was so close, he needed to let her know.
That was truly incredible. Darcy made a mental note of needing to get Noah to a point where he said her name more, where he said more, because, god it was hot. She kept going because he’d told her to not stop, but the tug on her shoulder got her attention. Once he pulled her focus away she realized what was going on and while she didn’t want to, she pulled back. That wasn’t probably how she was supposed to things, but she wasn’t ready for that other part. Nope. Definitely not yet. She did wrap her hand around him again, gentle strokes, watching him to be sure it was what he wanted.
Noah was hardly ready for any of this but he definitely didn't want to ask her to go even further than she'd already gone with this. Something about expecting that from her felt wrong. He made a soft sound as her mouth was replaced by her hand but he didn't have time to think about the change long or about anything really as a sudden rush of pleasure forced a sharp moan than sort of stopped short as he released. He draped one arm across his face as he attempted to catch his breath. Thoughts returning finally and reminding him of what that must have looked like and how oddly shy it made him feel. "Wow," he said after a moment.
Darcy was excited, at least until the end. Then it was kind of messy and she was a little embarrassed because the end didn’t seem quite as exciting as the middle part. But he seemed to like it, which was good, at least until he covered his face. As it ended she reached up for him, pulling his arm away. “Good wow?”
Noah knew he was a mess now and that was not ideal at all. But he let her pull his arm away and gave her a sheepish little smile and a nod. "Very good wow," he said and almost thanked her. Welcome to the bed, awkwardness. "I uh... well do you have tissues or something? I don't want to ... you know... on your bed." Which was even more mortifying to say than it had been to pee his pants while in captivity.
Darcy felt more relieved at that, leaning in to kiss him. “Good. I wasn’t sure.” She looked between them then made a face, before smiling again and shifting past him to get to tissues from the nightstand and hand them over. At the last moment she thought better of it though, going for cleaning him herself.
"I can't imagine anything ever being anything but good with you, Darcy," he said honestly and kissed her back, thankful for the momentary distraction. And then was even more embarrassed than ever when she cleaned him herself. He waited until she'd finished and then pulled at her gently, wanting her close enough to kiss again.
Darcy threw the tissues away, then let him pull her back up so she could kiss him back. "I can't imagine things being bad either," she said softly. "Feel better?"
Noah was working at not allowing himself to be embarrassed anymore about any of this. It was just nature, right? And an expression of physical intimacy. One he wanted to return. He nodded to her question, pulling her close to kiss her. "How about you? How are you feeling?"
“Better if you’re better.” She pressed a kiss against his chest, resting her head against it as well.
Noah was sort of confused because Darcy seemed ready to rest. Well maybe he should let her. Maybe that's all she needed. He hoped he was reading the situation right. And they had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted with each other. All the time in the world. He wasn't letting her out of his sight or his arms for a good long time. "I love you," he said quietly, feeling peaceful for the first time in a very long time.
Darcy sat up at that, looking at him. She knew it. He’d said he meant it. He’d said it already. But he was about to be taken by crazy people. That he was saying it again surprised her and she found herself blushing hotly. “I...I love you too.” She kissed him, a little longingly, like she couldn’t get enough.
Okay, he'd clearly been wrong and that was fine by him. He liked that kiss and wondered if he'd get that sort of response every time he said those three words. Better continue using them sparingly. He returned her kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair as he made sure his kiss was the physical representation of what he felt for her.
Darcy felt the kiss down in her toes, shivering a little under it, pressing herself even closer to him, though she was already right there. Safe, he’s safe. It kept repeating in her head, more than the fact that he loved her or that she loved him. It was like she already knew that much, had known that much and she didn’t need it proved like she needed knowing he was still here with her proved.
His hands slid from her hair to catch her face gently as he kissed away from her lips toward her jaw. Some part of him felt the desire to kiss every inch of her but he stopped when he reached her ear where he nibbled lightly. He'd gotten carried away in the moment and paused, letting her go, kissing her mouth once more.
Darcy made a soft noise as he nibbled at her ear, liking the way that felt. The way he felt. She smiled into the kiss, answering it eagerly, showing just how much she liked what he was doing.
Noah smiled as well at hearing her, feeling the encouragement of her responses. His hands wandered then, finding their way toward the warmth of her skin beneath her shirt and pulling gently at it even as his fingers grazed along her sides almost greedily exploring her as if he might never get another chance.
Darcy moved into his touches, his kisses feeling herself arch into his hands as if it might give him more of her to touch. She broke off the kiss long enough to pull her shirt up and off to give him more of her to touch. She liked that eager feeling in his hands, the way it helped blot out the bruises on his face and the fear that had owned her feelings for too many days. Worse than out there. That was how she remembered it. Like when they’d first started running from the zombies, when she was so young, too young to feel things the way she did now.
He liked the way she moved, the way it sent his hands in other directions along her body. One hand found her breast, teasing at it after she removed her shirt. The other found her hip, fingers pushing at her waistband, questing past it to gently squeeze her ass. He was moving faster than he'd ever gone with her before and it felt exhilarating. Like all he wanted to do was touch her, feel her move against him, with him. He was breathless again but it didn't matter. They were both alive and that was what counted.
The first thing she noticed was that it was different. Not that being with Noah wasn’t wonderful before, but this was different. This was determined, faster, eager, almost as if Noah was taking control in a way he hadn’t before. Darcy wondered distantly if it was a bad thing that she was enjoying what he was doing so much because it was different, but this was exciting. It was like a rush and Noah was in control. She let out a happy noise, feeling herself arch into him, shivering.
Noah pulled his mouth gently from hers and ducked his head slightly to kiss along her throat, trailing kisses along her collarbone and downward toward the tops of her breasts along the edge of her bra. He tilted his wrist outward to push down the top of her pants, his movements and kisses almost insistent now. He wanted more of her, all of her that she'd let him have.
Darcy's fingers twisted in Noah's hair, tilting her head back to give him more purchase. She was enjoying all of it, letting him know with soft noises, eager little whimpers. Her hips shifted when he pulled at her pants, helping him work them down, not stopping. She was willing to give him everything, anything he wanted, he just needed to be there, be real, be safe.
Noah's eyes closed briefly with her fingers in his hair. The disruption of the usual headache enough to give him pause to appreciate the sounds she was making and the fact that she was, as always, beautiful. He didn't pause long, didn't want to make her nervous. He pushed gently at her to move her onto her back, fingers sliding up along the inside of her thighs as they returned from pulling her pants away.
She took the direction without hesitation, smiling as she rolled onto her back. The way he was moving, the way he was touching her was intoxicating, her legs trembling under his touches. “Noah,” she breathed softly, eager for whatever he might do next and it came out in the tremble in her voice.
It occurred to him somewhere in the back of his mind that this was beginning to feel, to him at least, as though he needed be in control. Perhaps because he'd been so out of control while he'd been held. Whatever it was though, she seemed to like it. He kissed her chest, nose nudging lightly at her bra. His fingers slid toward the warmth between her legs, except the way she said his name had him pausing again, looking toward her face to be sure she was okay still. That he wasn't pushing things to move too fast or past where she wanted them to.
Darcy definitely didn’t mind him being in control. She was actually starting to love it. Darcy felt his hand work up her leg and her hips twitched towards his hand, but when he looked up at her she nodded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. Anything to keep him from not stopping.
He took her nod as encouragement and again he liked how she moved, the shift of her hips pushing his fingers inward along her panties. He slid them outward again along the top of her leg and pulled gently downward, wanting her free of them as well. And just for good measure he continued moving toward what he wanted by pushing up her bra, trailing kisses across her breasts, the tip of his tongue teasing at her nipples. He almost wished that he had the ability to recover more quickly, wishing he could be inside of her, one with her. But he reminded himself this wasn't their last hurrah. They had all the time in the world.
What he was doing was amazing. Maybe they were too eager too often, they didn’t have this kind of time. She lifted her hips when he pulled at her underwear, but his tongue brought out a gasp, her breath catching in her throat.
He let it go a little to his head that he had the upper hand when she gasped, just enough so that he didn't second guess the desire to press a line of kisses along her abdomen. He shifted down along her, his hair trailing her skin as he moved, his fingers caressing along her legs again.
He had complete control over her. She was puddy in his hands to do with as he wished. Her mind was blown and he hadn’t even done all that much yet. When she said his name again it was in the middle of a whimper, and it surprised her that she could sound so desperate.
Noah's lips pressed firmly against her thigh when he heard her next, his breath exhaling warmly against her. He gently pushed her legs apart, fingers grazing inward again to touch her. He briefly glanced up at her face, a hint of a smile in his expression as he tossed his hair back and tentatively replaced his fingers with his lips, sort of kissing her there.
Darcy let her legs fall open, watching him through half lidded eyes, gasping again when he touched her, shivering a little. When he moved his mouth there though, Darcy’s eyes flashed, hips twitching towards him and her fingers gripped the sheets under her. God that felt incredible. Darcy let out a tiny moan, trying to keep her hips from twitching too much, but there was no avoiding a least some movement towards him.
Noah was more than okay with her movement, having enjoyed it from the beginning. This time it had him dragging his lips across her clit. He shifted then, moving to settle between her legs, and pressed his lips to her again, his fingers moving gently against her thighs. Then he parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue flick out to taste her. He couldn't say that he'd always wanted to do this but he could certainly say he wanted to do it now. To experience her this way was beyond words and it felt more intimate than his awkward fumbling.
Darcy didn’t think she could be so sensitive, but she was, crying out a little when his mouth drug across her clit, making her legs open even more for him. It was strange, feeling so comfortable with being so vulnerable, so complete his, but what she couldn’t see herself feeling any other way. Her hand found his hair as his tongue touched her, leaving her gasping again. More of that. Definitely more of that.
That cry she gave was a turn on if he'd ever felt one although he wasn't in a place to respond fully to it yet. Instead he pressed his mouth more fully against her and used his tongue to gently massage her. He wasn't sure if he was doing this the right way; he was counting on her responses to be a guide to what would do the most for her.
Darcy bit down hard on her lip, not able to help the noise that slipped out as he kept going, but at least she reigned it in somewhat. God that felt, really, really god. Her hips twitched against his mouth again, shivering under what he was doing.
Noah continued to move his mouth and his tongue against her. He wrapped an arm underneath one of her legs when she moved, pushing up a little on his elbow without breaking contact so that he could compensate for her movement without hurting her. At least, that seemed like a good plan because he knew how difficult it had been for him to be still. He tried what she had done and allowed his voice to hum against her, hoping it felt as good as it had when she'd done it.
Somehow Darcy’s leg wound up draped over his shoulder, which just seemed to intensify everything. Her hand found his hair again, trying to hold him where he was, crying out again, something even needier than before as the tension built up in her, pulling her towards that edge. The hum vibrated against sensitive skin, making her breath catch in her throat in a needy little gasp.
Darcy's leg over his shoulder, the feeling of being kept close by her body, had him instinctively intensifying what he'd been doing. He stayed put, her fingers in his hair causing him to close his eyes and hum again, this time a little louder and smile. Tentatively, briefly he suckled her clit, his tongue drawing lower along her and back again, tasting more of her as he drew in a breath through his nose.
The noise she made this time was loud. Someone would hear them. The neighbors might hear them. “That, oh god that,” she said words as ragged as her breathing.
Noah couldn't help but smile slightly at her affirmation that what he was doing was exactly what she needed. He repeated, gently suckling her past his lips, and then shifting the angle slightly by dipping his chin. His tongue curled downward again, once more tasting her with a soft hum.
She couldn’t help the way her back arched as she cried out again, her heel digging into his back. If he kept doing that she wasn’t going to last much longer, and she cried out again, just as loudly this time, but it tapered off into a needy whimper and a string of pleas for more and about how close she was.
He wasn't stopping, not a chance. Having her this lost to what he was doing was intoxicating to say the least. Hearing her, feeling her respond so intensely, it was feeding some part of him he hadn't known existed. His lips felt swollen but he used them, parting them a bit more to pull just a bit more of her inside. He rotated his face again, trying for something new and something creating more contact with her. He wanted to feel her let go completely.
If Darcy had hoped of hanging on to some control, it was gone then. That little bit of extra it was enough to pull the rug out from under her, leaving her completely at his mercy, even more than she thought she could be, and teetering on her edge until he managed to pull her over it. She cried out again, not able to stop the way she tightened around him, heel in his back more, hand tugging at his hair. When it past she fell back against the bed, not even realizing how arched her back had gone until it was on the mattress again, breath coming in gasps.
Darcy was magnificent. He winced slightly though at her hold on his hair, her heel digging into him but he didn't honestly care. For him that had been probably the most intense thing he'd experienced with another person. He almost couldn't believe it had happened, somehow back to a place of disbelief in the fact that she was there, he was safe, and they were together. He held onto her and then slowly disentangled himself. He moved up along her, reaching briefly for a tissue to wipe his face before lying on his side beside her.
Darcy had let go of his hair in favor of her own, pushing messy red locks out of her eyes as she looked at him. “Wow,” she breathed, echoing his sentiment from before. Once he was close she rolled towards him, daring to kiss him despite what he’d just been doing with his mouth, deepening it slightly and surprisingly enough reveling in the fact that he tasted differently. “Wow,” she echoed when she finally pulled back from the kiss.
Noah wouldn't have initiated a kiss but he definitely wanted to kiss her. It was evident in the way he kissed her back and drew closer to her. Somehow he felt so completely connected to her right then. Maybe that was just what sex did or maybe it was what love did. He wasn't sure but he liked it, whatever it was. "Good wow?" he asked with a bit of a smile.
“Mmm,” Darcy murmured happily, reaching for the blanket to wrap them both in it. There was no denying how she felt, tingly all over, contented to be as close to him as possible, relishing the fact that he was there, alive and well.
He smiled some, grateful for the blanket because he was starting to become keenly aware that he was naked again. He wondered if that would ever stop being strange for him. He pressed close to her, one arm draping over her waist. "I hope you don't mind," he said quietly. "But you're stuck with me now."
Darcy certainly didn’t mind him naked, but she would have agreed with feeling a little exposed herself. Looking up at him, she smiled softly. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She kissed him again, cupping his cheek in her hand.
Noah knew he was young and inexperienced and rather hormonal, but he couldn't help but think there was something very real here with her. Something that didn't fade. They'd weathered a lot. He felt seriously about her. He gave her a rare full grin at her words and leaned in toward her touch, kissing her back. One day he'd tell her that in that moment he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was exactly who he'd needed to hold on to in order to withstand what he'd been through. One day.