Someone Out There Loves You

*Gerard POV*
My plan seemed to be working. Over the short space of time I had gotten to know Chloe, one thing was definitely clear- she only lowered her defences when she was under the influence of alcohol. I had taken Mikey’s words under consideration and decided that my fascination with her was indeed because she made herself unavailable- she tried to discourage me, and it just made it all the more tempting. So, I decided that if I could prove to myself that I could have her again, when she had the full knowledge of whom and what I was, that it would get rid of the need to be in her company so much. I decided there was no harm in trying, anyway- worst case scenario, I would get a good lay. She was now quite plainly drunk, but not to the extent that she was incapacitated or stumbling. She was at that happy stage, where she was still in control of herself, but just not as aware of what was going on around her. She was happily talking away, engrossed in our conversation.
I had to admit, as much as I loved her sarcastic, witty nature, I found this side of her just as pleasing. She was smiling, and her gaze focused on me instead of avoiding eye contact, and her self-consciousness was forgotten. She was being herself, and it was almost adorable to see this free, uninhibited nature. It reminded me of the first night we met, and with that came the memories of when she had taken me back to her place.
“I think I should stop before I get absolutely sloshed. The last thing I need is to embarrass myself,” she informed me when she finished the glass.
“Might be a good idea. I wouldn’t want to have to carry you home again.”
She glared playfully at me.
“You wish.”
She didn’t realise just how right she was. I finished my drink quickly, gulping it down and wiping my mouth. I grabbed my coat off the back of my seat and shrugged it on carelessly, while Chloe made sure she had her bag.
“You ready?”
“Yup,” she smiled, before following me out of the crowded bar. I hailed a taxi, wondering if she would invite me around, or if I would need to broach the subject myself. She didn’t say anything while the taxi pulled up. I decided to bite the bullet and bring it up myself, and face the consequences.
“So, yours or mine?”
I wasn’t sure what to expect. She had been relaxed and chilled most of the night, but that didn’t mean her old self wouldn’t come back with a vengeance with the right, or wrong, words.
“Yours. I wanna see what your place is like!” She spoke excitedly.
I smirked, unable to believe how easy that had been. I wasn’t sure if she knew what I was thinking when she agreed to come back to mine. Sure, we flirted, but it was always in a playful manner, and I suspected she wouldn’t see it as anything other than that. She was far more naïve than she realised, and anyone who managed to break through her tough façade and get a glimpse of the real her, would have an easy job of manipulating her for their own gain. Of course, I was doing that very thing right then, but I wasn’t planning on hurting her. There was no reason why another one nighter would cause friction between us. Even if my plan worked, and my eagerness to be with her waned, I’d still want to hold on to the weird friendship we were developing.
“As you wish,” I said in an obnoxious English accent, and opened the cab door for her. She got in without any problems and I slid in after her, giving the driver my address and relaxing my back against the faux leather upholstery. The journey was thankfully short, and in no time at all we were outside the apartment complex I resided in. She took in the building, which was almost as expensive looking as her own, and seemed to approve. Not that her approval mattered, but it certainly made me feel more at ease for some unknown reason. Maybe it was a male pride thing- every male wanted to impress the opposite sex. I didn’t give her a lot of time to gaze at the building. I gently cupped her bent elbow, and led her inside the complex. I got my keys out of my pocket, which was no small feat when the jeans were practically moulded to my legs like a second skin. This earned a giggle from Chloe, which I pointedly ignored, as it reverberated in the small space of the elevator.
When I opened the door of the apartment and let Chloe inside, I could immediately tell that she was impressed. Her eyes scanned the place with observant intensity, as though trying to fit the puzzle that was me together in a way that made sense to her. I hung my coat up, along with Chloe’s, and made my way into the kitchen while Chloe explored the living area. I searched through my alcohol supply, and contemplated whether I should go for white wine or a can of beer. I decided sticking to beer was a safer option, and with a snap I freed the two cans from their plastic wrapping. I found Chloe snooping through my DVD collection when I came back into the living room, her attention so focused on the DVDs that she didn’t notice me coming in.
“Beer?” I offered, and I smirked when she jumped in fright, hand clutched over her heart.
“Shit!” she gasped, letting out a low breath, before graciously taking the cold metal from my hands.
“Nice collection,” she commented, opening the can and taking a long sip.
“I know. I’ve got a record one too, actually,” I commented, not at all ashamed of the pride I felt over my extensive collection.
“Really?” she asked, sounding enthused at the idea.
“Yeah, it’s in my bedroom.Wanna see?”
Her eyes immediately narrowed, seeing through my innocent offer for the ulterior motive it was.
“Hah. Not a chance in hell,” she muttered darkly, before turning her attention back to the large bookshelf, which also housed a decent book collection.
“Damn, you really have some decent stuff here. You’re a Stephen King fan, I see.”
“Of course. The guy’s a master at what he does.”
“I completely agree. I haven’t read all his stuff, but what I have read, I love.”
“So, shall we watch something?” I tried to change tactics subtly.
I needed to get her relaxed, get her defences a little more lowered. Then, when she was not so suspicious of me, I could make a move.
“Sure. What about Monty Python?”
“Python it is, then.” I pulled the box set off the set and set the television up. We both relaxed on the couch, laughing in synch over the comedic genius that was Monty Python. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed watching it, and it felt good to just mindlessly laugh with a nice can of cold beer. I almost forgot about my plan, I was that relaxed. I was slouched on the couch while Chloe had her shoes off and was cuddled up in a ball, one arm around her bended knees while the other encased her precious beer. She was completely at ease and it was almost a pleasure to see her so calm in my presence.
“You want another?” I asked when my beer ran out.
“I don’t think so. I’ve had too much beer, it doesn’t taste so good anymore.”
“I’ve got wine.”
“What kind?”
“Not sure. Wanna take a look?” I stood up, and offered her a hand to help her off the couch. She took it without hesitation. I didn’t let go of it, and she didn’t try to break the contact as she trailed behind me into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out one of the bottles I had stored on the inside of the door.
“It’s a Pinot Grigio,” I turned around to show her, and with steady hands she took the bottle from me. She read the label with interest, and gave a murmur of approval.
“Looks good. Where are your glasses?”
“The cupboard above the coffee maker.”
Her bare feet took the few steps needed to get to the press. It was a little bit high up for her, and I couldforesee the difficulty she’d have reaching the wine glasses, which were located on the very top shelf. I suppressed the smirk eager to break free when she opened the press, and sawthat the objects that she was looking for were out of her reach.
“I can’t reach,” she whined childishly, looking at me with a pout that could compete with a five year old's. I smiled indulgently at her, and I decided to put her out of her misery. She watched me approaching, but didn’t move to make way for me to step in front of the cabinet. I was standing right in front of her, and she still didn’t move. She gazed up at me, biting her lip in a way that made me want to pin her against the counter and just fuck her senseless. It was on instinct that I crashed my lips to hers, uncaring if there would be a negative reaction. It was an impulse that couldn’t be denied, and it was worth it to feel just how smooth her lips were against my own. I half expected her to push me away, or protest, or make some sort of sign that she didn’t want it. What I got instead was a little surprised moan, and her hands found their way to my chest, where she pressed her palms flat against my shirt. She didn’t push me away, or break the connection between our lips. She nibbled on my lower lip, and gasped when I nudged her back against the counter, pinning her torso against mine and rocking my crotch against her in desperate need for friction. I took advantage immediately, and slipped my tongue into her hot mouth, sliding against hers and pulling a moan from her throat. There was no conscious thinking when my hands grabbed her hips, rubbing the skin under her top roughly. I continued my tongue’s assault in her mouth, while my hands explored the skin on her torso, and slowly trailed a path towards her breasts. When I cupped her lace covered breast, she let out another little groan, and it was all the provocation I needed to break the kiss so I could pull the top over her head.
I grabbed her hips again and placed her on top of the counter, placing myself between her legs. I regretted making her wear jeans then, knowing it would have been so much easier if I had had better access. I unclipped the back strap of her bra and quickly got rid of it, throwing it to the floor without any finesse. My lips found their way to her nipples, where they sucked and nibbled with impatience, and the little hoarse breaths that left her mouth only encouraged me further. I pulled the zip on her jeans down, and then unbuttoned the metal that kept them buttoned. I pulled her hips forward, grating my hips to get some much needed friction, and I groaned unashamedly at the sensation. I was forced to take a step back, and with a not too gentle tug, I set Chloe on her feet again. I pulled her jeans down with ease, and like the rest of her clothes they were thrown aside. I pulled my own shirt off, and with a raised eyebrow, I watched Chloe undo my belt and zip with trembling hands. She struggled when she attempted to pull them off my hips, due to how tight they were. I took over, and in what felt like lightening sped, we were both naked and attached at the lips again. Her hand took a hold of my erection, running her hand from tip to base a few times at a leisurely pace. I tugged her hand away, setting her back on top of the counter. My fingers slowly traced their way down to her entrance, finding her already wet. If I had of been less drunk, I might have given her a bit more attention, or driven her to the point where she was begging for release, but I didn’t have it in me to hold back any longer.
I slid into her with one, achingly slow thrust. It was pleasure and pain all at once to go so slow, but hearing the wanton moan I received in response made up for it. I fixated on her facial expressions, loving how her pleasure was just so obvious. Our eyes met, and it was impossible to look away from her brown orbs. It was the most intense moment of my life, and it caused a sensation in my chest that I wasn’t familiar with. I continued with the slow pace, drawing the pleasure out for both of us. Her hands gripped the counter with a vice-like grip, not touching me, but her eyes were on mine the whole time. I felt her begin to tighten around me. I lost my self-control, and with no warning at all, I picked up the pace furiously. She came with a cry and my name on her lips, and I followed soon after, with a strangled groan.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she asked breathlessly.
“Maybe. Does that bother you?”
“Right now, not really. Ask me again in the morning.”
**
She was still asleep when I woke the next morning. Her petite body had rolled away from our cuddled embrace when we fell asleep, and she was curled into as foetal position near the edge of the bed. There was something very telling about her distance from me, something that was done unconsciously during her sleep. I just lay in bed, unwilling to get up just yet. I had a whole day ahead of me so a few minutes of blissful rest to brace myself for it was not going to wasted. It was a good solid hour before she began to drift back into consciousness. I could see her slight confusion at first when her eyes fluttered opened, trying to piece together why she was in my bed.
“You’re an asshole,” she groaned without real feeling, stretching her body out in an effort to wake up.
“I never denied it.”
She rolled onto her side, facing me. We just stared at each other, not wanting to say anything that would break the pleasant atmosphere. I didn’t want to think about how much I enjoyed having her in my bed, and how amazing it was to wake up next to her. I don’t know why I expected my interest to wane after one more go, but I was obviously wrong. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I took her silence as a sign that she wasn’t pissed at me.
It was the buzzing of my phone that interrupted our staring contest. I reached over to the nightstand, quickly reading the message. It was from Claire, asking if I could come over earlier than usual. I sent a reply quickly, telling her that I would be there. I dropped the phone back on the nightstand with a sigh. I took a look at Chloe’s face, which had gone from pleasant and relaxed, to hurt and a little angry. She had guessed what had happed somehow, maybe from my expression, and for once I didn’t know what to say to her. All I knew was that this wasn’t something that could be fixed with a few words.
“I should go,” she got up and flew out of the room before I could decide what to do. I thought about stopping her, but I didn’t have the time to figure out what I could do to fix this. I winced when I heard the front door slam, knowing that I had fucked up big time.

Notes

Hope you enjoy the smut!

Lyra