Tripping Over Themselves

[brian_campo]

The moment the final note of music faded from the sound system, Brian tugged his earphones off his head and dropped them carelessly on the synthesizer. For once, he was grateful that his band wasn’t popular enough for an encore. On many nights, he had gotten the short end of the stick when one of his band mates ditched after the show and left Brian to pack up their gear. Time to turn the tables. In fact, it was long overdue. “Mads...” He pulled a mic off its stand, swung it by the cord, and sent it sailing in an arc toward the brunette’s personal space.

She caught it. “Watch it!”

“Later, I’m out.”

‘Wait, what--?’

Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.

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[valerie_vause]

“Brian...”

The whispered sigh was all Valerie managed as she followed him down. He could have lead her straight to hell and handed her to the Devil and she’d have went without objection if that’s what he wanted in that moment. Green eyes rolled then closed as she sank, her muscles gripped, keeping him exactly where he was now that she’d settled onto his lap. An internal embrace that she couldn’t control. Didn’t want to, at all, when his thumb glided against her. Sparks of colour littered her eyelids, Valerie bit her lip, allowed her hips to rock against Brian and tried to wrap her legs around him as best she could.

It should have been awkward, their position so close with arms between them and clothes in the way, but it wasn’t.

They pressed against one another yet moved together. Valerie’s hand didn’t still for a second, but her grip did. Feather light as she tickled her fingers along Brian, using her palm to swirl once she reached the top, just to caress back down and start all over again. They might not have been making love exactly but the blonde was making sure she’d leave him feeling like they had. Like Brian made her feel. Cherished.

When their lips met Valerie poured a guttural sound straight into him, her free hand raked up his back perhaps a little more roughly than she intended and clasped the nape of his neck. Fingers restlessly stretched and clutched at Brian’s dark hair, an attempt to get as close to him as she possibly could, as if he were the air her lungs burned for.

[brian_campo]

Holy shit. The way her hips moved around his fingers and that light-as-air touch of her palm were making him ache all the way into his stomach. Even the stinging pain of his back was somehow awesome instead of agonizing. Brian swallowed past his thickening throat and blinked hard. The door shuddered again. He needed to get a grip fast or he’d be like that beer bottle, spilling all over somebody’s paint leg.

“Yoouu…” he shook his head lightly. “You are killing me.”

He kissed her again. Valerie’s hair was turning into a knotty mess in his other hand, because he couldn’t hold still. Brian breathed hard into her mouth. God, he was messed up. He wanted to touch her until she came. He wanted to pull off her jeans and be inside of her. He wanted to be a gentleman and button up, because she deserved better than a roof. And he was dying to tell her how he felt without freaking her out, or making Valerie think he was manipulating the situation.

[valerie_vause]

Valerie pulled back for air. Pupils huge as hunger for Brian took over, a primal need for him and only him left her skin on fire. She had the urge to shed her clothes, an itch to rub herself raw against his body. Yet the blonde was completely unwilling to stop to do any of it. Every move he made coaxed her closer to a ledge she couldn’t wait to fall from. In fact she walked willingly towards it. The door stopped it’s rattling when her hand splayed against it, leverage for when she rolled her hips against his hand, eyes on Brian as he spoke.

Laughter was muffled by Brian’s lips. She deepened the kiss, tried to convey everything she felt through it, only to pull back with a teasing nip so that she could kiss up his throat. The tip of her tongue traced the bruise she’d left behind earlier. Teeth scraped ghostly across it, not to hurt but to leave behind a reminder of where she’d been. Valerie let her breath play against his ear, let him hear exactly what he was doing, and offered up a wicked, albeit husky, murmur of, “La petite mort.”

Another languid swipe of tongue around the shell of Brian’s ear this time, just for Valerie to whisper through a soft moan, “The sweetest way to die.”

The idea of a mess didn’t enter the blonde’s mind. Right then she was losing herself to the pleasures he bestowed upon her. Intent on granting him the same experience.

[brian_campo]

Yes. Even if it morphed into a big death instead of this little one, he wouldn’t stop it. His whole body was rigid underneath Valerie. His fingers had a difficult time being nimble enough to accomplish anything. He squeezed the back of her neck, breath coming faster and faster, shallower. Each puff of hot air blew blonde hair away from her shoulder. “Jesus— Valerie, I’m really close.” His thumb pressed more intently, his middle finger hooking into the secret places that intensified sensation. The empty beer bottle burst into a dozen pieces.

Brian’s heels dug into the roof. Scraped on the gritty surface.

‘Oh, shit, oh, shit,’ he thought as he made a wild grab for the ripped chunk of his shirt. It had dropped onto the rooftop behind his back. He stuffed it into the space above her hand, providing some kind of shield for her clothes, all the while building a steady tempo where he touched her. He wasn’t going to leave her behind.

He grabbed her hair again. Blindly kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Whispered her name, and then, "I love you, you know that?" Maybe not consciously aware he had said it out loud, because an instant later, climax hit him. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against her collarbone.

[valerie_vause]

Valerie’s grin turned wickedly pleased at Brian’s words and she threw her head back to look at the stars. She caught sight of the bottle as it shattered into specks so small it was like coloured dust. Felt a rumble of desire echo from within her chest as she stated breathlessly, “Don’t hold back.” There was no shame in it, only encouragement as she neared the same fate as Brian, chest heaving as she struggled to take in air.

It amazed Valerie that even in his most sexually vulnerable state, Brian still managed to think of her, and remembered his ruined shirt. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” She whispered against his jaw with a kiss, using the material to cover him loosely. Was she losing her mind or was he playing her like an instrument?

Every twitch and stroke of his fingers sent electricity across her skin. The blood in her veins boiled until a faint sheen of sweat covered her. If her hair wasn’t in knots already it was sticking to her neck. Muscles in her legs tensed and jerked of their own accord and she couldn’t for the life of her stop the way she fell into him when his words hit. The door her free hand pressed against flew off its hinges and clattered loudly down the stairwell.

Shock didn’t last long though because between Brian’s eager coaxing and the sounds he made, Valerie lost all capacity to think. Lost herself entirely, in those precious seconds of sheer orgasmic bliss that had her clinging to him as she trembled.

[brian_campo]

The door behind him was gone, which was fitting, because it felt like the ground underneath him was giving way, too. He managed to lift his head and watch Valerie finish, wiping the damp strands of hair away from her temple and cheek. He didn't know if it was the drugs or just the force of orgasm fucking with his eyes, but he saw a pulse bulging in her temple, fast, just as fast as his. His hand stilled between her legs. He flexed his fingers to rid himself of a cramp that had resulted from the angle. Brian was afraid to look down. He carefully pulled the ruined piece of shirt away from her and set it aside on the roof. "You okay?"

He had an inkling now of what he said just before finishing, and he didn't know if she heard it or not, but Brian had a feeling he was going to beat his head into a wall later on for doing it. How many dates had they been on? How long since she'd been his girlfriend?

But it didn't matter, because he felt what he felt, and he knew it for what it was.

He loved her. One day, in a rational person's amount of time, she might feel that way, too. And that was okay.

[valerie_vause]

The last sound of pleasure fell from her lips with breezy laughter, a reaction to how good she felt in that moment, the high that came with release. Valerie turned her face into Brian’s hand and tried to catch her breath. The hand that had been around him carefully tucked him back inside his boxers then gently clasped his wrist as his fingers flexed. A startled little noise was given then she gently slipped his hand out of her panties and kissed him deeply. If they weren’t on a roof she’d have likely curled up against him, nuzzled his skin, breathed him in. Except they were on a roof, and being high didn’t change that.

Reality trickled back slowly along with his words and Valerie felt a restless panic twist inside her gut like a pit full of snakes. Just because she was falling for Brian didn’t mean she expected he’d do the same. It never even entered her mind that if it did happen, it would be quite so quickly, and now that he had she wasn’t sure how she felt. There was so much she had to tell him. Death played a huge role in her calling, it could strike anytime, could he really handle that? To be in love with someone destined to die? To never have a proper chance at a future, a real life?

“Oh yeah, how you holding up?” She teased lightly, though her smile was a little tense as she stood up to check the damage. On the bright side her clothes were surprisingly unscathed by their passion. Fingers fastened her jeans as she took in the beer soaked ground, the shattered glass and the broken, splintered door that lay crookedly at the bottom of the stairs. “When people say they felt the earth move, usually it’s just an expression.” Valerie offered Brian her hand to help him up.

[brian_campo]

Valerie was on her feet faster than Brian wanted her to be. The warmth was gone, and the light that had haloed her hair was now shining in his eyes. He squinted and kept his face from showing his disappointment, as best he could, anyway. Did she always just pop up afterwards, or was it what he said, or something he did? Was she going to find the politest way to retreat, the way he used to do?

“Ah, I’m good,” he said, blowing off that train of thought, because he wasn’t in any condition to think about it clearly. He took her hand and hauled himself onto his feet.

Brian peered into the stairwell while he zipped his fly and buttoned up. That door wasn’t going back up. Looks like they were destined to rack up destruction of property charges.

He combed his hair back. He wanted something, a drink, a hit. He wished he smoked cigarettes.

‘Reach for her.’

Brian put his hand on her lower back and leaned in to kiss her neck.