Think I'm starting to dislike deadlines LOL. Look how late it is :( But then this genre isn't really my forte and yeah it does take me forever and a day to write. Hope it isn't entirely a waste.
WARNING: If you're a Chris/Bianca fan (or rather shipper/obsesser) TURN BACK NOW. This fic isn't friendly for you. Also if you're scared of plotless fics it might not be a wise idea either... I don't think it has much of one
Title: Beside You
Author: Julie decadentdream
Rating: MA15+ (or NC-17... however you wanna look at it)
Word Count: 1,608
Summary: Bianca is concerned about what is happening in the neighbourhood, Wyatt is concerned with abolisihing the memory that Bianca used to be with his brother. Finding an effective distraction they start to concentrate more on each other.
A/N: Written for the Nickelback inspired prompt: He’d be pissed if he could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing. - AWDT Challenge conducted by jamie2109 & nocturnali
He’d be pissed if he could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing.
Wyatt looked down towards Bianca’s lean form lying on the end of the bed. Her ankles were crossed one behind the other, wavering in the air above her body. She was engrossed in the newspaper that lay spread out on the burgundy quilt before her.
Of all the things he’s owned I’ve taken, I treasure you the most.
Pushing himself forward he crawled over to her, leaning down and grazing her shoulder with a gentle kiss. Murmuring contentedly, she turned her face up towards him, pressing her lips against his. Turning her attention back to the paper, Wyatt peered over her shoulder.
“What’s captivated your attention so much that you’re ignoring me?” he asked.
“I’m not ignoring you,” she said light-heartedly. “This is just really strange. Look. This is the seventh animal attack there’s been in the past three months. They don’t know what’s doing it. There’s no invariable pattern. All the victims are different ages, different races, different genders…” She trailed off as she noticed Wyatt wasn’t paying attention. Instead he was trailing his fingers down her spine – from her neck, between her shoulders, dipping down the little curve in her back and stopping at her tailbone, leaving a pleasant tingling feeling in his wake. She shifted slightly but it didn’t go away. “You’re not interested in this, are you?”
“Not really,” he admitted. “I’m more interested in the animalistic behaviour in here.”
Brushing away the stray hair that fell across her face, he leant towards her and seized her lips with his own, pushing her back until she completely turned towards him.
“What about… the children?” she managed to get out between his frenzied kisses.
“What children? Our children? We’d have to make them first.”
She lifted herself towards him as his hand slid up her bare thigh. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, setting a steady course down and across her collarbone. Her hand brushed over his back, coming to rest just over his right shoulder blade.
I bet he never made her react like this. I bet he wouldn’t even know where her sweet spot is.
“From… from the park,” she answered, though it seemed like a struggle. Wyatt was pleased to hear her having trouble stringing the sentence together, knowing that he’d effectively won the battle for her attention.
As he moved over her, able to place one leg between her thighs, she lifted her knee, her calf softly brushing against his leg. Before he knew what was happening she had flipped them both over, her hands on either side of his body as she looked down at him, her chest rising and falling.
What? Does she think she’s with Chris? She doesn’t have to do all the work. But if she’s in the mood for that then… okay, that wasn’t part of the plan.
He watched her slide back, moving away from him, just beyond his feet. Planting his hands behind him, he lifted his body from the waist up. She wasn’t doing anything, just sitting on her heels looking back at him. He could see her mind ticking over, but he doubted it had anything to do with what was on his mind. He was determined to have her, but he couldn’t understand the apprehension she held. Perhaps she felt guilty for neglecting a cause.
Territorially he moved towards her, pulling her onto his lap with ease. Her forearms pressed against his chest, she met his eyes with slim debauchery, a look her pupils and soft brown irises had no trouble transferring into. She inched her face closer to his, taking his lips with her own, her tongue gliding between his lips searching and probing for more as her fingers brushed back up his neck, tangling in his golden locks. He held her tighter in his embrace as she pressed against him, one hand supporting her back while the other held her head, keeping her lips firmly fixed to his. He felt her soften in his arms, melting away but taking him with her as she fell back against the headboard. Pulling her legs out from under her, she surrounded him. He inhaled deeply of her, smelling her sweet scent as he nuzzled into her neck.
I love that… what do you call it? Musk? Cinnamon? Mmm maybe we could have that for breakfast. After this. She tastes so much better.
He kissed her neck, making his way up again to nip her ear as his hand casually swept the thin strap of her jade coloured chemise off her shoulder. She had many nice ones, but this stretch lace almost see-through one with the feminine flair at the bottom was by far his favourite. She was irresistible in it.
“Do you know how much I want to be buried inside you?” he whispered into her ear.
She moved her hand down to his boxers, pushing at the band. He took this as a sign of positive affirmation. Moving back, he slid the satin shorts down over his hips, Bianca’s lustful gaze dropping to the growing erection between his legs. Reaching around him, her soft hands encompassed his ass, squeezing lightly as she pulled him back to her, pressing her lips to his, her warm breath caressing his neck as she laid another affectionate kiss on his jugular. Wyatt lowered his head, kissing, sucking, licking his way down her chest; massaging those perfectly rounded globes with both tongue and keen fingers. Pushed halfway down her body, there was no point in her wearing the chemise any longer. Running his hands up along her thighs, he took the ineffective lightweight material with him, both of them moving into the best position to rid the thing from her body. She grinded her hips against him, making him all the more harder. There was only one piece of flimsy material left between them. Instead of removing it, Bianca was lightly tracing over the ridges in his abdomen.
She’s such a fucking tease. How long does she think I can hold out for?
He brushed aside her hair causing her to lift her gaze towards his. There was definitely a playful glint in her eye. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip.
“Are you going to take those off?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she responded, nodding. She stopped chewing her lip and lifted her chin, her gaze taking in every inch of his face.
“Do you plan on doing it before laundry day?” he jibed. She smiled covertly. Lowering her hands as she kept her eyes trained on him, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her underwear, purposely wiggling against him as she began to remove the inhibiting item of clothing. “Don’t, Bianca, or I’m just going to rip them off you.”
“You’ll have to if you don’t move,” she said.
Quickly realising he was in the way Wyatt scooted back, watching her curl her legs and pull the underwear over her feet. As she cast it aside he spared little time in moving forward again, lifting her leg and pulling it back around him. Fastening his lips to hers, he allowed her to slip down onto the fluffy cushions and feather down comforter, placing himself at her entrance. One simple movement of his hips and he was inside her, moving slowly, drawing enticing moans from her throat. Feeding off each other’s pleasure, he quickened his pace as he heard her breathing become more erratic, satisfied that he’d made contact with the right point. He thrust harder and deeper into her as she cried out for more.
She better say my name, not his. He’s out of her life now.
And sure enough she did, Wyatt’s name the first thing uttered as she hit her peak. He couldn’t hold it any longer, her walls clenching around him, milking every last drop he had as he emptied himself into her with an audible groan. Curling herself towards him, she ran her hands up his back until she clutched his shoulders, her lips tenderly kissing his shoulder and nipping at the beads of sweat that stained his skin. Breathing heavily, he waited for them both to settle before pulling out of her, sliding next to her and brushing a hand over those lustrous and well-loved curves. Turning on her side, she snuggled closer to him seeking the affection she knew he had to offer. Loving caresses, gentle butterfly-light kisses and a warm embrace welcomed her.
“So…” Wyatt started, idly playing with her hair as he swept the damp strands from her forehead. “What were you saying about kids?”
“Our kids?” she murmured.
“Yes, if they were the ones that happened to be in the paper,” he teased.
She pushed at him playfully. “Bully. Can’t you stay on one topic?”
“I like to keep you thinking, helps you stay alert.”
“Mmm, I’m not working,” she said lazily as she nestled back against his chest.
“No, seriously, tell me… what was in the paper?”
“Nine kids were attacked last night. Three injured, six are still missing.”
“Shall we check it out?” he suggested. She lifted her head to look at him.
You look tired, baby. Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea.
“You didn’t seem so eager before,” she said.
“Because I was just a tad distracted,” he explained. “We don’t have to rush off. We can rest and eat. The patented crisis can wait.”
“Maybe a few hours. What did you have in mind for us to eat?”
“I don’t care, as long as it tastes like cinnamon.”