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birthright_rpg2014-03-09 07:45 pm
brian_campo) wrote in birthright_rpg2014-03-09 07:45 pm
Just So You Know
Nimble fingers popped quarters into a payphone. The segmented cord creaked as Maddy propped the receiver against her cheek. She leaned as far into the stall as possible, plugging her open ear. The club was crowded and noisy; she could barely hear the dial tone or the voice on the other end, a distracted ‘hello?’
“Brian! It’s Maddy!” she shouted.
His eardrum vibrated under the sonic assault and he asked, “Yeah, where the fuck are you?”
“The Funhouse.” She touched a piece of chewed gum and recoiled, wiping her palm on her jeans.
Brian frowned. “Really? Why?” It didn’t seem like her kind of place; Maddy was into the kind of punk-rock dump where a girl could take off her top and nobody got arrested. “Is it dollar shots or something?”
“No, I’m meeting Melody. We just got off work. This is probably the only place on the planet where her vocal talents can be appreciated. Listen, I just saw Valerie. I thought you might wanna know. Didn't you say you tanked your phone message?” Maddy craned her neck and saw the blonde was still near the bar. The silence has stretched on too long, so she said, “Brian?”
He was pacing his cramped living room. There was a potato chip on the floor and he crushed it under his shoe by accident. Shit. “Did you talk to her?”
Maddy snorted. “No, she’d probably punch me.”
“What? Why?” Brian had that feeling he often got with Maddy, like there was an inside joke he was too dense to get.
“Nothing, never mind. Just come out, okay?” Maddy turned back into the pay phone, her fingers tracing the buttons. “You know you want to. So sack up.” Maybe it was concern for Brian making her push the issue, or maybe it was guilt: in her opinion, that relationship was a casualty of the domino effect. If she’d handled the conversation with Valerie better, then maybe the blonde wouldn’t have been so upset when she landed on Brian’s doorstep, and maybe Brian would’ve seen the situation more clearly.
“Yeah, okay.” He was already stalking the room in search of a clean shirt.
“Atta boy, little bro.” Maddy hung up. The quarter plunked into the depths and she squeezed into the crowd, hoping to find Melody before she got felt up by a body builder or propositioned by a sleazy investment banker.
Brian frowned and hung up. Little brother, another of those inside jokes he didn’t get. He tore through his apartment looking for keys, his wallet, a folded piece of paper, cursing under his breath when he tripped on an extension cord. He was out the door in three minutes.
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“Brian! It’s Maddy!” she shouted.
His eardrum vibrated under the sonic assault and he asked, “Yeah, where the fuck are you?”
“The Funhouse.” She touched a piece of chewed gum and recoiled, wiping her palm on her jeans.
Brian frowned. “Really? Why?” It didn’t seem like her kind of place; Maddy was into the kind of punk-rock dump where a girl could take off her top and nobody got arrested. “Is it dollar shots or something?”
“No, I’m meeting Melody. We just got off work. This is probably the only place on the planet where her vocal talents can be appreciated. Listen, I just saw Valerie. I thought you might wanna know. Didn't you say you tanked your phone message?” Maddy craned her neck and saw the blonde was still near the bar. The silence has stretched on too long, so she said, “Brian?”
He was pacing his cramped living room. There was a potato chip on the floor and he crushed it under his shoe by accident. Shit. “Did you talk to her?”
Maddy snorted. “No, she’d probably punch me.”
“What? Why?” Brian had that feeling he often got with Maddy, like there was an inside joke he was too dense to get.
“Nothing, never mind. Just come out, okay?” Maddy turned back into the pay phone, her fingers tracing the buttons. “You know you want to. So sack up.” Maybe it was concern for Brian making her push the issue, or maybe it was guilt: in her opinion, that relationship was a casualty of the domino effect. If she’d handled the conversation with Valerie better, then maybe the blonde wouldn’t have been so upset when she landed on Brian’s doorstep, and maybe Brian would’ve seen the situation more clearly.
“Yeah, okay.” He was already stalking the room in search of a clean shirt.
“Atta boy, little bro.” Maddy hung up. The quarter plunked into the depths and she squeezed into the crowd, hoping to find Melody before she got felt up by a body builder or propositioned by a sleazy investment banker.
Brian frowned and hung up. Little brother, another of those inside jokes he didn’t get. He tore through his apartment looking for keys, his wallet, a folded piece of paper, cursing under his breath when he tripped on an extension cord. He was out the door in three minutes.
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It wouldn’t take much effort, any effort actually, to rip Brian’s shirt right off him but they had to leave the room eventually and so clothes had to be painstakingly peeled away. Like wrapping paper. The thought brought another grin to Valerie’s lips and they paused against his collarbone with a lingering kiss. “Well, I hope I live up to your imagination.” She said lightly, nerves fluttering within her stomach as she forced herself to take a step back. When she met his gaze her hands went to the bottom of her tank top and she very slowly removed it to toss aside without any care as to where it landed.
Despite all the space around them the air felt thick as her fingers trailed down her abdomen. She sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm her pulse. “I think about that night…” Valerie didn’t have to specify as she worked the button of her jeans free. “About you, when I’m alone…” She tugged the zipper down then parted the fabric so that her thumbs could hook inside the denim. Belatedly she wished she’d worn something else, something sexy, but her simple white bra and matching panties would have to do unless she ran into the bathroom to shed them in shame. She kicked off her boots and shimmed the restricting fabric down her thighs until she stood only in her underwear, her eyes locked on him.
“How do I compare so far?” The tone was light, meant as a teasing quip, but the way she chewed on her lower lip said she felt self conscious. Whether due to the scars that littered her body or the fact that she was barely clothed in front of him was hard to say.
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It might have come out wrong, but Valerie’s description made him break into a grin, partly because she frantically corrected herself, and partly because she wasn’t wrong. It was a miracle his arms and legs were getting any blood flow at all, especially after the ‘when I’m alone’ comment. Man, to be a fly on the wall…
Brian pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it next to her clothes. His hair got into his eyes. He pushed it out of the way to look at her standing there. If a girl was beautiful, and if he was seriously into her, it didn’t matter what she wore. Valerie was the prettiest he’d ever been with. “I could stare at you for days.” He let her feel the weight of his heavy-lidded look.
He wanted to pull her close, but he stopped to unbuckle his belt and jeans. Brian bent down to pull off his doc martens and step out of the clothes. He didn’t have body shame; he was a self-conscious wreck about a million other things, but not that. He was long and lean, muscled from lifting heavy equipment and having the kind of frenetic energy that made him move all the time. He made his skin match his thoughts in pictures and words, and the more it did, the more at home in it he felt.
Brian moved into her space. His hands were loose on her back as they stood toe-to-toe and he closed his eyes and breathed out. The fabric of her bra tickled his chest. A few achingly long seconds passed and then he slowly got down on his knees on front of her, stroking her lower back and hips. On the way down, his mouth lit on the dip between her breasts, a scar on her stomach, the hollow inside her hip bone.
He looked up as he moved his hands inside the back of her panties. Was it just his imagination or was her ass meant to fit in his hands? He was momentarily distracted by it, but the whole reason he’d gotten on his knees was to press a kiss to the sweetly curved inside of her thigh. As soon as she’d taken off her pants, he knew he was going down. He used his teeth once, carefully, nipping at the soft skin.
“I think about this.”
He shifted and let her feel the bridge of his nose and the heat of his mouth through her underwear.
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“I know the feeling.” Mumbled the blonde, absently brushing her fingers through her hair as she resisted the urge to fan herself. God, but if he wasn’t like a Greek statue carved from marble. Hunger took over as Valerie watched avidly as his fingers worked his belt and she felt her pulse quicken when his pants dropped around his ankles. The restraint she exercised in letting him undress was almost more than she could bare but she managed none the less. Barely, really, if her clenched hands were anything to go by.
Valerie would have sworn she felt electricity pass through her body when his toes brushed against hers but her breath caught in her throat when he sank to his knees and she whimpered before she could stop herself. The soft, warm, sensation of his lips against her hip only caused them to jut forward an inch or two without her consent and she realised slowly that her mouth was hanging open. Despite her short size she felt so incredibly tall with Brian on his knees before her, and the way his hands played across her skin made her knees weak. How could he make her feel so strong and yet so boneless all at once?
The blood in her veins could have been lava and Valerie wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. Then he did something she’d fantasised about for so long that an actual, guttural moan, escaped her parted lips. Brian’s hands molded to the soft flesh of her rear and the blonde’s eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds as she basked in the feel of him. It was the kiss to her inner thigh that forced them open again and she gazed down at him longingly. The confession caught her by surprise but before she could form words she felt his nose press against her in such a way that she trembled. The breath in her lungs caught and her hands involuntarily reached out to grip his shoulders for balance. The noise she made didn’t even sound human.
“You...” She began, breathless as her fingers kneaded the flesh beneath them in a restless massage. “Have no idea what that just did to me,” Then again, maybe he did, considering his face was so close to her intimate areas. Arousal coursed through her body and seemed to settle between her legs. Wet, warm, and pulsing. Valerie clenched her teeth to keep her hips from moving. Every cell in her body screamed for her to rock against him but she managed to behave herself long enough to run her fingers through his hair. “You want to know what I think about?”
The words were whispered softly as she watched him. Half of her wanted to stay silent but the other half urged her to talk. She wanted to tantalize him as much as he did her. Okay, sure, it could be wildly embarrassing but she had to trust herself in the moment and so with a deep, slow, breath she went with it. “I think about what it’ll feel like to have you inside me. How I’ll stretch and grip you… The only man to become a part of me... Because I want to be able to feel exactly where you’ve been the next day…” And oh, how she meant every word.
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It was almost impossible to believe Valerie hadn’t slept with another guy. He didn’t doubt her word, but how could she walk through the world looking like that and no guy had gotten close enough, even if he had to lie and cheat to do it? The knowledge that he’d be first was a lot of responsibility -- Jesus, don’t fuck this up for her -- but it was incredible, too, because she had picked him, out of all the men she could have. Better men. Smarter men.
He wanted to say something, tell her how bad he wanted to bury himself inside her, and that he wanted her legs wrapped so tight he couldn’t breathe, that he wouldn’t stop until her knees gave out, but his brain was on vacation. Instead, he managed, “I want to taste you,” and with two fingers, he moved the fabric of her panties aside, just enough room for his mouth to latch onto her. Brian kissed the delicate folds of her body, seeking the place where her nerves were at their most sensitive. He groaned, God, the heat, the velvet feel of her… One of his hands eased between her thighs. He curled his fingers up to stroke inside of her body, gently stretching.
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