not_an_oreilly (not_an_oreilly) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-09-06 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-09-2017, darcy, darcy and noah, noah |
Next Part of the Game
Who: Darcy and Noah
Where: Darcy's room
When: late
Warnings: mildly NSFW
Darcy had waited the first hour to see if Aidan would come for her, pissed that she'd hit the girl he was hooking up with and threaten Darcy's life or worse. When he hadn't, she just assumed that was it. Sylvia hadn't immediately called and informed him what happened. Maybe that was a point for her, but Darcy wasn't giving points. Not to her. When it got dark she'd switched to wondering if Noah would come, thinking of that when she picked out her pajamas, an oversized sweatshirt that fell off one bare shoulder and left most her upper back exposed and a tiny pair of sleep shorts. Possibly a little suggestive, but if he bothered to sneak into her room, he earned it.
Waiting was slow going, which meant she'd tried her hand at homework, and that had turned mostly into drawing on a blank page in her notebook. She wasn't very good, but it wasn't all that hard to draw trees. It was soothing, simple lines, branching out, again and again until she hit the edge of the page.
Noah had wandered quite a bit that afternoon on into the evening just trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Was this really his life right now? His best friend was a full-fledged vampire with a bite that rivaled doing street drugs and the girl he really liked, had hoped to be starting something fun with, had just attacked his her. And he didn't figure Darcy was going to really just let that go. So the question was, did he want to go find her tonight? Did he want to deal with the possible backlash for going after Sylvia? He wasn't sure he really even wanted to talk about that all. He wanted to just find Darcy and pretend like none of that had even happened. Kiss her the way he had before.
Still, he found himself at her house. He knew it was hers because he'd asked someone to point it out to him. And there she was. He could see her red hair and he watched as she doodled for a long moment before knocking on the window.
She heard the knock, looking towards her door, then the window. Despite everything, she couldn't help by smirk at the sight of him there silhouetted in the light from her room. Abandoning her work she got up and went to the window, pushing it open for him. "Well hello there."
Well that was a good sign at least, she was smirking rather than frowning. He held out some hope that this could go the way he wanted it to. He gave her a flash of teeth in response but made no move to come in yet just in case. "Found you."
Darcy nodded slowly, leaning on the sill hands flat on it. "You did." And it was a brave move to make. "Do you want your reward?"
Noah's eyes drew down along her, realizing he'd caught her in her pajamas or something. His lips twitched at the corners and he canted his head. "And what would that be?"
"You have to come in to find out," she told him, loving th way he was looking at her. "But you're getting warm."
He glanced around briefly, just making sure that none of her family members were there, watching, ready to murder him. The coast seemed clear and easily slid inside her bedroom. "Warmer?"
Darcy backed towards her bed, motioning for him to follow. Maybe too much right away, but her mind was already on the bench, his hands on her arms, all of that. "Mmhmm," she told him. Not until he was touching her.
He did follow her, pushing back the hood and halfway unzipping the black hoodie he wore. He stood close to her and glanced between her and her bed then back again. "Any warmer now?"
"Yes," Darcy said drawing out the word. "But you have to be interested in taking what you want." That did depend on what he wanted, but Darcy had faith.
He should have been talking to her about earlier, about Sylvia, but that had totally gone out of his mind. "And what if I want this?" he asked, his hands curling into the material of her shirt at her hips and pulling toward him. He raised his brows in that playfully challenging expression.
"You'd be getting hotter." Very hot. Darcy went where he pulled smiling.
"And what if I want this?" His fingers slid up along the exposed skin of her back, relishing her softness, and pressing gently to indicate he'd like her right up against him.
Darcy tried not to shiver, but it was Noah and he did that. "Then you'd be red hot," she told him with a hitch in her breath.
He liked the sound of her breath catching slightly and gently traced a circle on her bare shoulder. He wanted to kiss her but he wanted to draw out the tension a bit longer because anticipation was part of the fun. His gaze strayed to her pretty mouth. "Any chance we might get caught?"
That touch had her eyes fluttering, falling into the moment. "Maybe. That's the fun though right?" Not that there was an adult watching, but there was always Avery or another passing family member.
Noah wondered, if these fairly chaste touches received such nice responses, just what it would be like to touch her other, less innocent places. That thought was far from hidden in the little smile that formed on his face. He lightly kissed her bare shoulder, "Mmmm, this might be more of the fun than that."
"Oh?" Darcy said, leaning into his kiss. "What did you plan to do with your reward?"
"This," he replied, placing a kiss on the line of her jaw. "Not much scandal in it. Doubt they'd kill me too much for it, hm?"
Darcy laughed and shook her head. "No. I doubt it. Just bruises. To remind you not to do it again." She looked up at him, smiling. "Though I hope you wouldn't listen."
He watched her laugh and was struck again with how completely gorgeous she was. What the hell was she doing spending time with him? Not that he was going to ask. "I think I could handle a few bruises if it meant I lived to find you another day."
Darcy giggled again, watching him. "Are you saying you like me Noah?" Because she wanted him too.
"Maybe a little," he said, his eyes full of mischief. He really liked her. Had spent quite a bit of time thinking about her and imagining what it would be like when he found her. "You're definitely worth the risk of bruisage."
Darcy raised one eyebrow. "Worth the bruises and only a little?" She was teasing, baiting him. "You aren't doing much with your reward.
He nodded, liking that she picked up on the inconsistency. She was smart. He liked that about her. "What if all I want is just to hold you in my arms and look into your eyes?" he asked, pressing his lips together so as not to laugh at himself.
She gave him a bit of a look, then took a step back. "I'd be surprised that you were suddenly so chaste and romantic." She didn't tell him no, having a feeling he was joking but not quite shooting it down just in case he wasn't.
It surprised him that she'd step back and he put his hands up, letting her go. "From spending altogether 30 minutes with me? What if I am a closet romantic?" He had no idea what that meant really, he just gazed her, challenging her. Always challenging her. "What if I'm an ax murderer?" He couldn't help but half smile at that since he obviously didn't have an ax.
Darcy shrugged, sitting on her bed and looking up at him. "You haven't done anything romantic." If he wanted to though, he could. She wouldn't stop him. "You're not very prepared," she told him. "Unless you're hiding some weapon...."
Was she really going to be serious about that? Had he just frustrated her again without meaning to? He needed to learn how to be playful without turning her off. "Didn't think you wanted me to," he blurted out without thinking. "I - no, nope. Not prepared at all. But you can have a look just in case." He unzipped his hoodie all the way to reveal a black tank beneath. He'd worn it because it had no sleeves. His scars clearly visible.
Darcy found herself shrugging again, considering that. "I don't know. It would depend on what you'd consider romantic." Romance could be nice, even if she wasn't sure this was that kind of thing. All thoughts of that nature were forgotten when he opened the hoodie. She stared for a moment, then was shifting to sit on her knees on the bed and reaching for him, pushing the sweatshirt off his shoulders. Scars or not, that little shirt was quite the sight.
Back on track, he shrugged. "Eh. What do guys know about romance? If that's what you want, you'll have to give me a crash course some time." He smiled slightly as she redirected and he let his hoodie slide all the way off, tossing it beside her on the bed. He wasn't the world's most ripped, was it? guy but he kept fit just in case the world went insane again.
"Not hiding anymore are we?" She asked, fingers already trailing along the raised flesh. She wanted to touch more, but at the same time, it was his turn to take wasn't it?
He shook his head and took a breath, feeling goosebumps threatening beneath her fingers. "What reason do I have to hide them around you?" If Darcy knew that all Noah actually wanted was to see her and that anything else she allowed him was a bonus, he wondered what she'd really think of him.
Darcy made a small noise of assent. "No good reason." Her fingers trailed on his skin more before looking up at him. "So what did you want with your reward?"
He made a soft noise of amusement as her fingers finally brought the goosebumps. "What exactly is my reward?" Because it felt almost as vague as the one he'd offered her when she'd found him on the bench and he had no intentions of crossing any lines accidentally or otherwise.
Darcy's smile was mischievous as she looked up at her. Something almost wicked. "I've already changed. And maybe with a certain person in mind in the event you were interested in making sure I'm not an ax murder either."
He almost mirrored her look, not quite as wicked because his eyes were wandering again down away from her face. "Hm, sounds like a rough job but someone ought to do it," he said, in faux seriousness. "The question is, where to start, because I know you're not hiding anything here." His fingers retraced their path down along the soft, exposed skin of her back.
She shivered under his touches, shaking her head. "No, nothing there. But I imagine you'll be thorough." Or she hoped as much. It would be a great distraction from everything else.
"Hmm..." he said, his face maintaining an expression of investigation as he took a half step back to bend down slightly. This time his fingers lifted the bottom of the front of her shirt, his palms pressing to her tummy sliding outward until his fingers fanned out along her hips. "Doesn't appear to be anything here."
She felt her skin heat up where he touched her, like his skin was setting hers on fire. "No," she said, but it was more a coo than a word.
His hands quested downward slowly over her hips and the sides of her legs to where her shorts ended and he felt her skin once more. "I have a feeling you're as unprepared as I am. Unless your ax is compact enough to ... " He stood up then and eyed her chest briefly before glancing back to her face.
She really was shivering under his touches, smiling as he worked but letting it fall away when he looked up. When his eyes landed on her chest she bit her lip against the grin. "Perhaps. Do you want to check?"
He could feel her trembling and was having a hard time being much of a gentleman anymore. Still, he wasn't the type to rush at this. "I could take your word for it. Add to the danger we're in right now," he challenged.
Darcy smiled again, giggle slipping out. "Depends on what you want Noah." Because she was loving this and sort of liked being at his mercy.
A brief smile flashed across his features, unable to be contained completely. Then he was investigative again. "I think there's one way to find out," he said. "You have to lie back on the bed for it to work."
Darcy raised her eyebrow at him but complied because she liked that smile. Falling away from her knees she sat back and looked up at him, propped up on her elbows. "Like this?"
Noah watched her move and wanted to touch her again. He sat down beside her and shook his head with a small smile. "All the way back," he said.
Oh really? That was exciting and though she managed to draw it out, eventually she laid back, arms tucked behind her head. "Better?"
Noah watched as her shirt settled against her body and nodded. "I see nothing suspicious... although," he paused, placed a palm on her stomach and pushed upward, slowly and gently moving along her sternum until it rested on her collarbone, his fingers lightly playing along the neck of her shirt. "Seems safe."
All of Darcy's cockiness was lost when he touched her, eyes falling shut with a soft noise. That was perfect. It was so different than Liam who needed her to make moves. Instead she could just enjoy it. "Safe enough."
When her eyes closed, Noah smiled. She appeared to trust him and that was rather sexy. His gaze swept along her prone body, imagining all he could do to claim this reward. Carefully he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
The kiss startled her eyes flying open before she reacted. The Darcy was reaching for his hair pulling him down for a longer, deeper kiss. That was more like it, giving in to the want she'd been feeling but trying to hold off.
Noah breathed a chuckle through his nose. He moved to rest sideways against her, propped across her on one arm. She could take what she wanted too. Though it was almost like a dam breaking when she pulled at him. His teeth grazed along her lower lip and he sighed.
That she'd brought out that sigh spurred her on, fingers twisting in his hair to pull him closer. She rolled more on her side to get closer to him.
She'd have no idea that he liked having his hair played with as it soothed his ever-present headache but her fingers provoked another sigh. He was grateful he'd taken off his hoodie as warmth rose in his skin, especially having her so close.
She liked the sigh, pulling at his hair more to get another one. Darcy kept kissing him until she needed to breathe, pulling back but not going far. Instead she stayed close.
He melted a little against her side as though she'd found a sweet spot, which, in a way, she had. When she pulled back his eyes opened slowly to look at her. "I take it back. You are dangerous," he said quietly.
"Am I?" Darcy asked, curious what he meant by that.
"Mmhm," he answered with a nod, one finger of his free hand idly trailing up along her throat. "You make me want to do things that would result in more than just bruises."
Darcy arched her neck, letting him touch her and giving him more range. "What kind of things?" She wanted to know how much he was willing to risk.
He watched her a long moment, admiring her, before answering her question with a teasing smirk. "Oh you know, the normal stuff... find out what color underwear you're wearing."
Darcy smiled, something that included her tongue and looked more teasing than anything else. "That's worth more than bruises for sure," she told him, fingers pulling his hair to drag him closer. "I'm not against that though."
Noah couldn't help but smile back at her when she did that. The girl really pulled at him to let go of his seriousness at times. His eyes closed when she pulled his hair and he resisted slightly because that felt good too. "You have a year to stop doing that," he muttered. He wondered if there was anything at all that she was against.
"A year?" Darcy said, looking at him. "That's a long time." She pulled at his hair again, maybe just to see what he'd do.
"If you want me to purr, I'll do it," he said with a half smile, his eyes still closed though he peeked at her briefly beneath a half-opened lid.
"Yes," she breathed, tugging at his hair again. "Please do." That would be adorable.
Feeling silly though, not as much as he might have if this were the first time they were meeting, he did his best imitation of a happy kitten, then gave her a rare, true laugh.
Darcy fell back against the bed at that, laughing herself. It was so unexpected, so strange, but so wonderful. "You should smile more," she insisted, pulling him closer. "It's a good look on you.
Noah eyed her, still smiling and twisted around, pulling up his legs so that he lay beside her rather than at an angle. "Stop it, you're making me blush," he deadpanned. "Besides you do it enough for the both of us and it looks better on you."
Darcy rolled her head to look at him. "Are you saying I smile too much?" She shook her head then reached for him, trailing her fingers along his arms. "It does look good on you."
He looked over at her too, smiling a bit tentatively, trying it on. "No, I'm saying that you're beautiful." Which was a repetitious statement but he didn't care because it was truth. "You're... not what I expected."
The smile worked and Darcy nodded that she liked it. At least until he said she was beautiful. He'd said it before but it was still surprising. For a moment she was too surprised to answer, then she was sitting up more. "What were you expecting?"
He hadn't realized he would catch her so off-guard so when she sat up it was a little jarring. He sat fully up and swung his feet off the bed again as though he'd done something wrong. "Will you be mad at me for being honest since I was wrong?" he asked, just as tentatively as his smile from a moment before.
Darcy watched him, then moved closer. "If you follow it up with doing something right," she told him, shifting closer and resting her chin on his shoulder.
He lifted a brow, not sure whether to trust her on that or not. He decided to risk it, she was worth that. "I thought you were possibly an ice princess. I hadn't seen you with anyone else but you are so -" He trailed off, not sure he wanted to say "beautiful" yet again.
"Ice princess," Darcy said, nodding her head. When he trailed off, she waited for a moment then spoke. "I'm what Noah?"
He couldn't tell if she was insulted by what he'd said or not. He took a breath and turned toward her more. "Beautiful," he said.
When Darcy smiled it was softer. "You already said that." Her fingers found their way into his hair again and she watched them sift through it before looking at him. "Why me?" He sometimes seemed like he'd picked her out but she wasn't sure why. Or if that was in her head.
"I did, I know. I still mean it. And you because you're you." He looked at her and shook his head. "You're not simple, you're amazing."
"That's it?" Darcy found herself moving closer still,eyeing his lap but just stopping next to him. "No one else thinks I'm amazing."
Noah frowned. Was that possible? No one found her amazing? That was shit. But then maybe they didn't see her from this angle. Maybe they were family and didn't have the need to kiss her. He ignored that and turned fully toward her and kissed her again.
She was worried at the frown, trying to sort out its meaning or what he was thinking until he was moving closer. The kiss soothed most of the surface worries away and Darcy went with it, wanting to forget frowns and their meanings anyway. With him turned it was easier to kiss him, but it also didn't stop her from hooking one leg over his halfway into his lap.
Noah let all of it slip away again as he kissed her. He'd love to find a way to show her why he thought she was amazing but he wasn't quite sure he knew how to even explain it to himself. His hands slid down to her sides and he pulled her all the way onto his lap.
That was exactly what she had in mind, giving Noah a little noise as he pulled her closer. Instantly her arms were around his neck, fingers in his hair again, tugging and kissing him harder.
He smiled against her lips at the sound she'd made and because she felt so good there on his lap. He nipped at her lower lip and his voice rumbled softly in his chest.
She didn't mean to, but the nip at her lip brought out a different noise, something needy and a little more desperate than before. It was a little embarrassing but apparently he brought that out in her.
Noah took in a breath, her intensity leaving him a bit breathless. He suddenly wanted more and his fingers pushed up the bottom edge of her shirt in the back, just enough so he could touch her skin.
That was definitely the right move, if the way her breath hitched and the arch in her back were any indicator. The worst part was that it wasn't even that much. He'd kissed her. He'd barely touched her and she was puddy in his hands.
He took her response as a good sign, his hands curling around her waist, warm against her skin beneath the shirt. He pulled away from the kiss slowly to breathe but didn't move far, watching her face as his thumbs gently caressed along the sides of her stomach.
Darcy let him pull away, needing to breathe too but she kept her eyes closed, smiling at his touch. This was it. This was ideal. Humming softly, she gradually looked at him, smirk still in place. "I think I want you to earn more than bruises," she told him softly.
He let his eyes travel her face as her eyes remained closed. "You might have to come find me for that," he said, his voice just above a whisper. He thumbs continued to slide along her skin in circles that rose slightly more toward her ribs each time.
"Somewhere private," Darcy asked, finally looking at him and shivering under his touch. "I can agree to that but not if it means you're leaving."
"Leaving? Not a chance," he answered, not that he really knew what she wanted if he wasn't to leave. What he did know was that he wanted to be around her.
"Good," Darcy said. "You should stay." Because that sounded nice in addition to what he was doing now.
He momentarily considered the ramifications of staying, especially if the fell asleep... and got caught. Well, they were both still fully clothed. It couldn't be all that bad. Though... maybe he wasn't ready to stop kissing her. His hands paused as he leaned forward and kissed her again, his lips already somewhat swollen but that was something he didn't care about.
Darcy wasn't sure if that was a yes or not but she'd take it for now, meeting his kiss and leaning into him more. She definitely wasn't done kissing him either, not when she was sitting like this and his hands were where they were. What she wanted was for his hands to start moving again.
His hands wanted to explore more, wanted to find ways to make her shiver and demand more. His self-control was bordering on saintly, but he valued his life. "What happens if I do stay?" he asked quietly and kissed the corner of her lips.
"More of this," Darcy told him, squirming a little in his hands to get him to touch her more. "And you sneak out before Avery expects us to leave for school." Because there was no way Darcy was letting Avery know about Noah.
He smiled as she squirmed, thinking they were on a similar wavelength. "Sounds good to me," he said and brushed his thumbs along the bottom edge of her ribs.
Darcy let out a noise when he finally moved his hands again, something also embarrassing but she didn't care. She was dying to know what he'd be like when he stopped holding back.
Noah's fingers paused again as he let out a short breath through his nose. "You know," he whispered, "you make it really difficult to be good when you do that." He was still smiling.
"Not sure I'm ready to die just yet." He was mostly teasing, though not being caught by her family was a pretty big motivator.
"Avery won't kill you," Darcy said shaking her head. "It's Patrick and Lochlan you have to worry about. And maybe Aidan but he usually doesn't care."
Noah was going to chuckle when the name "Aidan" stopped him. The way Darcy had attacked Sylvia flooded back in. How had he forgotten? He was supposed to be making sure Darcy didn't attack her again. He pulled his hands away slowly, letting her shirt fall back into place. This sucked.
Darcy wasn't expecting him to pull away, so when he did, she was more than surprised. "What? I'm serious, they won't catch you. Neither of them live here."
He ran his hands back through his hair. "No, it's not that. It's- I should have talked to you before. But I was a little distracted."
When his hands went through his hair Darcy frowned. That was what her hands were supposed to be doing. "Good distracted though right?" she said, biting at her lip. What had happened? She hadn't caught up with him yet. "Talked to me about what?"
His eyes widened slightly. "Yes, very good distracted. But uh it's about Sylvia." And the second he said it he knew he was probably not going to be staying. Unless a miracle happened.
Darcy was moving closer when he said it was good, but the next part left her frowning, shoulders slumping. "What about her?" Her tone had changed, not amused. She didn't want Noah to leave, but at the same time, she had no interest in talking about Sylvia.
"I need to talk to you about her," he began and then felt his momentary resolve wane. "But it doesn't have to be right now."
Darcy wanted to go back to what they'd been doing before, hands going to trace his jaw with her thumb. "Why?" she asked. "Why at all?" She ticked her eyes back to him. "Will it bother you if it's not right now?"
"Honestly," he began but paused because her touch was distracting him again. He didn't want to say that he didn't figure she'd be happy they were doing this if he made her mad while discussing Sylvia. He wished he didn't care but he did. So he said at least that much to her and winced.
She waited through what he was saying, touching his jaw still. "I don't want to talk about it Noah...I want this." Her eyes ticked up to his.
"I need to talk about it eventually. But no, it won't bother me if it isn't right now." Which was true because being stuck between the two was just a cruel twist of fate.
She stared at him for a long moment before moving off of him and away from the bed. "What is it?" Because it was going to kill her if they tried to do things all the while thinking about Sylvia or whatever. In fact, it was like one hell of a turn off.
Noah tried not to be frustrated when she moved away because he'd been the one to start this. Better to rip off the bandage. "Can you just promise me you'll leave her alone? I know you don't like her hanging out with Aidan but she's not dangerous. You have my word."
Darcy raised an eyebrow at him. "Leave her alone? I'd love to, but she needs to leave Aidan alone first." She couldn't handle him being so stupidly in love with this weird ass girl. "She's bad for him Noah. With a capital flashing B."
"She's just different. Most people don't understand her. But I've known her for years and she's never hurt me. Never even threatened to. She saved my life. Can you not go after her anymore, please?" His eyes searched hers with a hope he wasn't sure he has a right to.
Darcy was frustrated with him, but it was Noah, which was tugging at her resolve. "Noah..." She looked towards the ceiling, letting out an angry breath. "She's bad for him. He'll do whatever stupid thing she wants. He's not...he doesn't like people like that. I don't want to go after her, I want her to leave him alone and stop feeding him these lies."
Noah wasn't sure what lies Darcy meant but he knew that if he probed much he might end up having to tell his own lies. He put a tentative hand on her knee. "Listen, I'll try to nip that in the bud from my end if you will give me some time. Would you?"
Him touching was cheating. Darcy was very aware of that. She eyed his hand, then him, trying to hold on to that anger, even if it was practically seeping out of her. "Nip which part? Them?" she asked. There was a breath where she looked at him, then away. "Do you like her too? Think she's amazing too?"
He felt like he was losing here. He moved his hand, it seemed like she wanted him to. "No," he said evenly. "I don't like her that way." At least he didn't think so. "But she's my closest friend. I'd rather her be happy than the object of anger. Chances are if you don't like it, no one else in your family will either. Which is more dangerous for her."
Darcy was torn when he moved his hand away. She both needed it, feeling like she couldn't quite think about anything but his hand, and didn't want it, missing the warmth the instant it was gone. "No one else is going to find out." She pulled her knees up towards her chest, looking away from him. "What about what you want?"
Talk about a cheating move. His stomach turned cold seeing her closed in again. He wanted to scoot over beside her, put his arms around her. "I want this to have never become an issue. I want to know you won't hurt her again and let me help instead." He did scoot just a little toward her. "And I really want you."
"You didn't see her face," Darcy said, letting out a sigh. "It was so mean. Like she was so much better than I was." She glanced at him when he said the last part, but didn't move closer. "You do?"
"No, I know. She's really unemotional and it does look like that." His voice was quiet, far off. Uncharitable thoughts about Sylvia edging in on him. Why couldn't she at least pretend to have feelings sometimes? He met Darcy's eyes. "I really do." He wouldn't have even bothered to talk to her about this if he didn't. He'd just have stood beside Sylvia and been done with Darcy.
She watched Noah. "She might just be mean. I don't think she likes people as much as they don't like her." Darcy reached one finger out, hooking it in the neckline of his tank top. "What do you want?"
Noah didn't think that was true about Sylvia but he knew she hadn't done anything to make Darcy like her either. It would occur to him later that Darcy had not agreed not to hurt Sylvia even though he'd asked twice. But just then he was focusing on her finger. "Ah but I answered that. What do you want?"
Even if she hadn't said it, Darcy wasn't entirely interested in hitting Sylvia again. She'd really wanted to at the time, but even now her hand was sore. "I want you to stop holding back." She wanted to know what was under that skin.
He nodded with a mischievous half smile. "We would have more privacy at my place. I was boarding with someone who got locked out of the dome. Whole place to ourselves. Nothing to hold back for. Think you could find it?"
"I already found you once," she reminded him, pulling him closer again and shifting her own position to something more open. "I think I could do it again." She watched his eyes. "Does that mean you're going to keep holding back until then?"
Noah took a deep breath. She was hard to resist and it would be so easy to give in. "We'll, does your door at least have a lock?" he asked looking toward the door, then back to her, taking in her new position.
She tilted her head to the side, almost teasing. "Of course it does." Her voice sounded even, but she was thrilled at the prospect, curious what he might mean by it and what he had in mind for her.
"Oh good, because I figure it's bed time and we don't want your cousin wandering in." He made a show of yawning and stretching. "You know. Since I promised to stay."
Darcy raised an eyebrow at him, but got up, headed towards the door, locking it before looking back at him. "So you're staying...and sleeping in?"
He'd kind of expected to get a playful slap for the sleepy routine. "Oh no, I can get out of here before Avery expects you for school. But if I'm not holding back, I'm going to need a head start out the window when she wakes up from the inevitable noise," he teased.
Darcy rolled her eyes and made her way back to Noah, hooking her fingers in the hem his shirt without hesitating. "I can be quiet. But that's not what I was asking. I asked what you were wearing to bed."
He pressed his lips together so as not to smile at her statement she could be quiet. "Ah well, the answer to that is 'Lady's Choice.'" He glanced down his shirt to her hand and added, "Remind me to test out quiet-mode Darcy at some point."
Darcy edge his shirt up, pushing at it to get it off. "Less. Definitely less." She leaned in closer, kissing him lightly, but not enough to distract from taking off his shirt. "You could test her out now. But I think you'd like less quiet Darcy better."
Noah let her push at his shirt but stood up, trapping her hands against his chest as she kissed him. Then he pulled the shirt off and let it fall to her floor. "I like Darcy at any volume."
Darcy grinned, fingers trailing down his bare chest to his stomach. Then she was hooking her fingers in his jeans, looking up at him before working on them. "Do you now?"
He tilted his head and gave her a teasing kiss to distract her momentarily from his jeans. "Is this entirely fair?" he asked.
She answered the kiss, giving him what he wanted, fingers slowing on his pants. "How is it not?" she asked, eyes closed for a moment before looking up at him. Maybe she wasn't as well verse with fair versus unfair, but it felt fair.
He shrugged and unzipped his jeans. They slid down and he stepped out of them. He stood close to her then clad only in a pair of purple boxers.
Oh. Darcy raised an eyebrow at that, not at all hiding the fact that she was taking every inch of him. "You're right...not at all fair." Her fingers ran along the waistband of his boxers before moving past him and crawling on the bed, curious where he'd go. This was different than their normal teasing, something that could wind up being sweet, more relationship-esque.
Noah smirked now that the tables were turned and she was looking him over. He made a small sound at her driveby tease. He would be amenable with relationship-esque things with her. The "playing house" type stuff that didn't have to mean they were settled and boring yet. He sat on the edge of her bed, not committing to a move just yet.
She leaned back on her elbows again, the look and position she'd given him before. He wasn't moving yet, which just had her smiling. "Ever the tease aren't you? I'm starting to think you aren't going to make good on not holding back."
He wondered just what her interpretation of "not holding back" was and if it differed from his. That was the thing with girls. You couldn't always be sure. Still. He moved toward her on the bed to rest on his elbow in almost the opposite direction. He watched her face as he lifted the front of her shirt just enough to see a pale sliver of skin. Which is kissed once and then twice.
Darcy might have been able to swallow the hitch in her breath, but she didn't, eyes watching his until he kissed her the second time and she shivered. That was definitely more like it. Much better than talking about Sylvia or teasing one another.
His lips were followed by his fingers, pushing gently outward toward her stomach where he kissed another time. It was slow, gentle. He liked the intense kissing but he also really enjoyed making her breath do that. He smirked up at her, his cheek against her stomach.
That was a special breed of torture wasn't it? Darcy sighed, shivering under his touch, hips twitching to give him a reason to touch more of her. That smirk was lovely, enough to have her reaching down to card fingers through his hair. She was getting used to that. To this. To him. That wasn't going to go well considering she was supposed to be dating Liam. She was having lunch with Liam. Definitely not smart, but Noah there pushed those thoughts away.
He continued to rest his cheek against her stomach, his fingers pushing slowly upward, taking her shirt with it. Just far enough to mostly innocent. He sighed at her fingers in his hair, a warm breath against her skin. His kissed her there too, tilting his head slightly. Once, twice, until his lips reached the place her ribs met in the middle. There was probably a special place in hell for people like him, ignoring obligations to friends and reality and danger, to kiss her wherever she'd let him.
Part of Darcy wanted more. She wanted it hot, angry, and hurried, because that was what she was used to. That was what she'd only ever had before. This, this slow progression of his lips up her stomach to that soft spot that earned him another sigh, this was so not like what she'd had before. She let her eyes fall shut, smile on her lips, breath a little more shallow, but still amused by everything, loving the attention.
Noah wondered how much she was enjoying and how much she was tolerating. There was insecurity of a sort underneath, this being really an experiment in doing whatever he wanted to do until he got himself slapped. And if that happened, he'd deal with it then. Until then, he watched her, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt along her side, trailing her ribs. "What are you thinking?" he asked, and immediately regretted how sentimental that made this entire situation.
Darcy peeked at him with one eye, then shrugged one shoulder. "Not much. Maybe just..." His fingers had her chest arching into the touches. "Wondering how much you want."
"How much am I allowed to want?" he asked, finding that only fair since he'd offered all of him to her earlier outside the orphanage. Disregarding the cost to his reputation. His arm slid across the hollow of her back as she arched and pulled her partially up, holding her easily so that their faces were close.
That was hot. There were no two ways about it. He was stronger than she was, even if he wasn't huge. Smiling a little she leaned up more fingers in his hair to pull him closer, mouth right by his ear when she spoke. "All of it." He'd offered as much hadn't he? And right now? He wouldn't have to try hard to take as much as he wanted.
Noah's eyes closed and he felt the goosebumps rise all over him. All of it. What if that was a one time thing though? He had the idea again that she might get what she wanted and that would be that. But he wasn't ready to be done seeing her. He was suddenly, acutely aware that Darcy had become an addiction. Not the kind that clouded his mind the way addictions had in the past - to his detriment. But he knew he'd do anything for the connection not to end. He kissed her jaw, her neck, lightly dragging his teeth across the place where her pulse throbbed.
He had her completely. There'd been a moment when he'd first closed his eyes that she was worried he didn't want the same things, but then he'd started kissing her, and she went with it. The teeth along her neck sent actual shivers down her spine and earned him a soft noise, something close to a moan.
Her moan tightened the muscles in his abdomen and he involuntarily pressed his chest up against her with a soft sound in his chest. This was a terrible angle and he let her fall back again. His mouth fast against her throat again, making its way downward as his fingers moved up. He'd have her shirt if she wasn't careful.
Given the state she was in, he could take whatever he wanted. Darcy was ready to give it to him. Her fingers twisted in his hair, liking that angle of him over her, just like they'd teased and liking the weight of him against her. Giving him another noise, her body fought arching against him again, not sure what to do, but wanting to do something.
Noah loved her hands in his hair but it wasn't enough. He wanted her to touch him. Really touch him the way he'd been touching her. Especially when she made those sounds and his entire lower body constricted. He tried not to think that she didn't want to. His hands slid beneath her shirt, this time avoiding nothing, finding every curve and valley with his fingertips.
Darcy's breath caught in her throat in a gasp. Her chest arched into his touches, and she was biting her lip against another moan, knowing this one would be louder. Her free hand found his shoulder, nails digging into it as she whimpered. No one had had this level of interest in her, not a soul, and Darcy was starting to realize she'd desperately missed out.
She was making it impossible for him to rest against her without it becoming painfully obvious that she was having quite an affect on him. His thumbs grazed along her breasts as her nails sent an almost violent shiver through him. He found himself unable not to kiss her, hard, and bury his own moan against her lips.
Darcy hardly cared. Actually she was pleased she wasn't alone in this, one knee pressing into his side. She gasped again when he touched her, something louder than before, but the kiss helped stifle whatever might come next noise wise. She felt his moan more than her it, sending new shiver down her spine.
He pulled at the edge of her shirt then. Wanted to feel her against him as much as he could. If they weren't stopping, he wanted all of it. Everything she'd let him have. And if she could slide a leg over one of his, half put herself on his lap, he could slide a leg over hers.
Darcy untangled herself from him long enough to let the shirt go, dropping it somewhere on the floor before going back to Noah, arms around him and fingers in his hair. She was kissing him again, pushing her chest against his, desperate for that contact.
Noah let her go, his fingers sliding along whatever parts of her were still there before careening back along her back, thrilling along the length of it finally once her shirt was gone. He wanted to crush her against him, feel every bit of her pressed to him but she needed to breathe. He saw the merit in that. His eyes closed again with her fingers in his hair. She brought relief in time with pleasure in a way that had him moaning again.
The moan made her giggle slightly,pulling away enough to smile at him. "Shhh," she reminded gently, with one finger against her lips. Then her finger was against his lips, memorizing their shape until she was looping one leg around his waist, pulling her hips towards his with a gentle roll.
Noah gave her a look that was both amusement and also meant to say, "Well, your hands..." He kissed her fingertip and moved with her legs, impressed by her ability to simply take what she wanted with seemingly any part of her body. He caught her hip with one hand, fingers pressing in gently as though saying he wasn't letting her back again now.
Darcy just grinned, keeping her noises soft and quiet, just for him. His grip on her hip was rather enjoyable, hinting at his strength and she tested it, pulling away slightly to see what he would do.
Noah let her go slightly then pulled her right back, giving her a stern look. He shook his head and lifted a brow. Then his eyes strayed away from her face to her bare chest on down to her hips. It would be pretty obvious soon how much he was enjoying every second of her.
Darcy had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, struggling against him again. She started a game and she wanted to sessions far he'd go.
Her struggle was oddly even more of a turn on. His free hand reached down for her other hip and pulled it toward his as well. His looks said, "You're about to be trapped. Now what?"
Darcy let another soft noise out, obviously pleased with being trapped. "You've got me don't you?" She grinned, voice low and soft, eyes daring him.
Noah smiled slightly and lifted his brows. "As much as you allow yourself to be caught, I suppose." He let his fingers graze up from her hips along her legs.
"I don't mind," she told him. Which was honest. She liked him taking control. For all her spunk, Darcy did like a guy who could dominate her. Blame it on her family.
"No?" he asked, leaning over her to take her hands, threading his fingers through hers. It was almost an affectionate move until he gently pulled them up together above her head leaving him almost nose to nose with her.
"No," Darcy told him, shivering as he pushed her hands over her head. "No one gets this," she admitted softly. While she enjoyed it, no one had gotten her like this.
Noah was just feeling daring. He could feel her shiver and he wanted more so he kept taking more, not exactly getting why she liked it but glad she did. He leaned closer, pinning her lightly with his weight. "Consider yourself held captive then."
"Oooh," Darcy teased him, rolling her hips against him. This was wonderful. She couldn't handle it. He could legitimately have whatever he wanted.
He gave her a look that faltered slightly because she knew exactly how to move to get his blood really following again. Still he pressed in with his hips to stop her. If there hadn't been the layer of clothes between their lower halves, this would have taken a less playful turn pretty quickly.
She leaned up into him to kiss him. She'd caught that look. "You want me don't you?" She asked. It was thrilling, knowing that and distantly she was surprised. She wasn't even sure he'd noticed her.
He kissed her back letting go of her hands to tangle his fingers in her hair and pulled gently as she'd done with his. "I think I have you," he answered archly. He nodded then to directly answer her question.
Darcy let her hands curl around his hips once he freed them. She nodded. He did have her. "You are staying aren't you?" Right now, she couldn't bear him leaving. Not like this.
His lips twitched up at the corners. He kissed her quickly and lifted slightly so that he wasn't pinning her. "I'm staying if that's what you want."
She nodded. "I do." The thought of sleeping alone was depressing. She wasn't going through that.
He played idly with her hair, sifting it. "Staying it is," he replied then. "What time do I need to evacuate?"
Darcy smiled, tilting her head into his hand. "An hour before school?" Which was before Avery got up and a safe time to leave.
He nodded, letting his thumb touch her cheek as her head moved. "And then it's your turn to come find me." Which, judging by the games they'd played this evening, would be worth however long she made him wait.
"Mmm," Darcy agreed, tilting her head into his hand. "I'll find you. At your house." She couldn't wait. It would be him alone, with no concerns.
Noah gave her a naughty smile, thinking about the things he'd like to do with her next time. "Mm, my house." And part of him was also thinking about how nice it would be to play house a little.
"Do you really live alone?" She asked, pushing at his shoulder to get him on his back or side. It would make curling up with him easier.
He took her nudge and rolled easily onto his side beside her. "I do now. The couple I lived with got trapped outside the dome when the doors shut."
Darcy rolled against him, head on his arm, fingers on his chest. "I wish I lived alone. Or with different people." She pressed a kiss against his chest then settled more, fighting a yawn.
He gave her a squeeze, letting his fingers trace lazy circles on her back. "It's fun sometimes but sometimes... it's just lonely." He shrugged and listened to her yawn. They'd had fun but he was probably about to fight off his own yawn soon too.
"Maybe I should move in," she told him all but purring at his gentle touches. "It be less lonely and I could love somewhere else."
He thought about that for a moment but then pointed out, "Except then neither one of us would have any reason to go looking for each other, would we?" Not that he would mind sacrificing that aspect somewhat, maybe.
"All I am is the conquest hmm?" Darcy teased even if part of her sank at the thought. She'd liked that idea, of being close to Noah full time. It didn't stop her from nuzzling against his jaw, then settling in.
"That's not all you are," he admitted quietly. "Sometimes you're just the captive." He chuckled lightly against her hair, and closed his eyes still fully awake but enjoying winding down with her.
She purred against his skin again, kissing his bare chest. "Only your captive. So don't tell." The last thing she needs was that getting out.
His shoulders shook with a silent laugh. Who would he tell? Definitely not Sylvia. "Mum's the word. So long as you don't tell either." Only his. He liked the sound of that.
Darcy agreed to the terms, but it was mostly just a hum against him, eyes closed as she started to drift.
Noah listened to her hum and then her breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall. It was soothing and he began his own drift. Smiling.