BY : JujYFru1T
Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 988
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Chris Corner or Imogen Heap, and I do not profit from this fic.

Fun fact this was inspired by a dream too... Of the handful of RPF ships I have, Chris/Immi is the biggest and probably the most tin-hat...ish. I could say more but, heLLO this is part of the Dick-or-Treat/Lower Your Standards combo, which apparently destroys all my inhibitions. Also go watch My Secret Friend by IAMX (featuring Imogen Heap) plz and ty.

I’d just put my head back, intending to relax for a few minutes, when Chris walked in.

“Ah, fuck, sorry,” he exclaimed, turning round immediately. “Door was open.”

There were still suds, so I was somewhat covered. I watched him, slightly hunched, making no move to leave. Words were forming in the back of my head, not ready to emerge. “It’s all right,” I said softly. “I should have closed it. You can turn round.”

Unbelievably, he did. Met my eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze to the floor.

Sitting up, enough to suggest, I said, “The last time I was in a tub…”

“You were in men’s clothes. And underwater.” But he half-smiled.

Finally, I said what I really wanted to. “Won’t you join me?”

He was looking everywhere but at me. “I’ve already bathed.”

“And?” I sat up, my hand resting on the edge of the tub.

He laughed hoarsely. “And, Imogen, the difference between then and now is that you’re not wearing anything and I shouldn’t even be here.”

He looked away. I watched his jaw working. And then he stepped closer, and his hand landed not too far from mine.

Gently, I covered his fingers with my own. His head turned to me; something unreadable was in his eyes.

“Please,” I said softly. He held my gaze for a long moment, then stood up and removed his shirt.

Abruptly shy, cheeks flaming, I stared resolutely at the water, listening to clothes hitting the floor. The water shifted as he stepped in and slid down beside me.

“There isn’t much room here,” he mumbled. His left side pressed up warmly against my right.

Finally I looked at him. He was looking at me.

“I don’t mind.”

Then he was on top of me, his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes.

“Imogen,” he whispered. “I…”

“I know.”

He kissed me, tentatively. I put my arms around his back, pulled him against me and kissed him back. Then he pulled away, and his lips were on my neck, my throat. I felt him, hard against me. I reached down between us and took him in my hand.

He gasped, grazed my collarbone with his teeth. “W-Wait—“

I didn’t stop.  My heart was racing painfully in my chest as he melted into me.  He was making little noises, mixed in with “Don’t” and “Please.” I closed my eyes and moved my hand faster.

“Ah, I-Imogen—god.” His chest moved hard against mine, in and out.  His breath came in short, shallow gasps, hot against my neck.  “Pleasepleaseplease, god…  oh, f-fuck-- aah…!”

He shuddered, and his hips jerked against me, a desperate sound spilling from his throat and into my ears like honey as he clung to me. Then he was still, save for the rise and fall of his back.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, my breath catching as his beauty struck me for the hundredth time.

Imogen,” he breathed. “I want—I want to do something for you, I want--” His hand slid down my stomach with a butterfly’s touch. I stopped it. His raised his head from my shoulder to look at me.

“Not yet.” My voice was thick.


“Just stay with me. Please?”

He laid his head back down, caressing my skin with his lips. “Okay.” His eyes met mine from where he lay, and the adoration in them was so naked it made my heart ache. “Later?” he whispered, bringing a hand up to touch my cheek.  “I… I really want to…”

“Later,” I said softly, laying my hand over his, and he smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you. So much...”

I leaned back and closed my eyes. Soon the water would cool, but Chris’s body heat was warmth aplenty for now.

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