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The Babysitter	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 12260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Babysitter X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Said it all before
Notes: Anticipation�s the best
part. Or so I�ve been told.
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It
was late when Ava got back from the play. Or rather, when she
got back from the bar. Some chic mid-town place that
didn�t card and had more than enough business types offering to not-so-subtly
ply her with drinks while offering to �take care� of her. Right, like
any of them really wanted to be her fucking daddy.
�In
a way that wasn�t kinky.
The
night desk man smiled at her and she inclined her head, the grandfather clock
in the corner read two fifty. She
wondered if he were even still awake. On the elevator she debated with herself.
Should she or shouldn�t she. If she did, would she feel like a total whore? And
if she didn�t, would she live to regret it?
Because this was most definitely a one time offer.
On
their floor she glanced sidelong at his door. It beckoned softly, seeming to
know that even though she dutifully put the key in the lock to her room, she
was planning on going across the hall anyway.
Once
in her room, Ava stripped quickly, then ripped through
the suitcase again, pulling out a slip that she usually wore over jeans but
Billie had never seen her wear. She didn�t know why she cared, but staring into
the mirror that hung over the dresser she thought longingly for a minute�just a
minute�about her natural hair color.
Then,
laughing at herself, she quickly removed the nose ring.
The
slip was vintage, something from the forties that was
so simple it was laughable. It hung to past her knees with a tiny line of lace
at the V-neck and then along the flared hem. It made her look different. Softer. She smiled, reaching up, fingering the ridiculous
hair. She looked pretty.
It
only took a few seconds to wash the makeup from her face and leave the hoops on
the bathroom counter. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and thought
briefly of her mother and her artists� clothes. The gauzy, floaty things that seemed to have lives of their own.
Vintage lace and antique satins that smelled like old flowers
and mothballs. Dad said she was like Ma.
Ava
still didn�t believe him.
But
in this stolen slip, one of the ones Emma never wore because it was to simple
and yet to involved to wear under something or as it was, Ava didn�t care.
She
turned off the bathroom light and locked the bedroom door behind her.
Her
knuckles brushed Billie�s door and the handle gave easily under her fingers.
True to his word the door was unlocked. She wondered if he were still awake.
There was a lamp turned on in the living area and sounds coming from his room.
She closed the door silently behind her, padding on the thick carpet to his
bedroom.
He
was sitting on the edge of the bed, his guitar slung over his knee, head bent
over it in concentration. She pushed the door open a little farther, leaning
against the doorjamb she watched him, silent, waiting for him to notice her.
His fingers played over the strings, the sounds soft, soothing. He must have
sensed her because slowly, slowly his head came up. And she got to watch his
face as he took her in, from the bottoms of her chipped-toe-nail-polished-feet
to the slip, to her face.
�Hey,
Pretty,� He murmured, and the smile that lit his face made her want to blush
and hide behind the couch.
His
fingers stilled on the guitar, his palm covering the strings to stop the sound
then sliding up the neck and then laying it gently on the floor before he rose
from the bed, walking to stand directly in front of her.
She
bit her lip, her heart suddenly tripping on itself. �Hi,� she managed to bite
out finally, her voice shy. Her left hand fluttered at her neck, teasing her
collarbone. He caught it, lifting it to his lips he opened the palm, his lips
sliding across the heel of her hand. She fell slightly back and then swayed
forward.
�I
was starting to wonder if you were coming,� his eyes told her he didn�t believe
that for a second.
�You
knew I�d be here,� she whispered and he inclined his head, his finger brushing
the place on her nose where the gemstone stud should be.
�I
knew you�d be here.� His body slid closer to her and she sighed almost against
his lips. One of his hands went experimentally around her waist and he flicked
his eyes to hers for a moment, self-deprecatingly, �I�ve had dreams about
this,� he held her closer when she rested her head against his chest.
�Me
too,� Ava�s voice was husky, she wondered why she
admitted that. Dreams only half remembered but that made her wake ashamed for
wanting something so far out of reach, yet suddenly so very close. Dreams she
rarely admitted having to herself.
�You�re
beautiful,� his lips brushed her hair.
Ava
found that she believed him where she never believed Matt when he said it.
Something in the way he said it, no inflection, no hidden meaning, just two words flung out into the open air. It made it
truer. �My hair�s not natural,� she said finally, because she felt she had to,
and her hand went automatically to it, fingering the strands that shone berry
red in the lamp light.
Billie
chuckled, his other hand circling her wrist, he pulled
her further into the bedroom. �Haven�t you figured out yet that interesting is
rarely just natural?� He stepped away from her, then
swept her into a twirl that belonged in a waltz and they were in front of a
mirror. Much like the one she�d just left behind in her room. His lips were
just against her ear and his breath tickled down the side of her neck. �Look at
yourself Ava, look at who you are. You�re beautiful.�
She
looked into the reflection of the two of them. Her head just at his shoulder,
his forehead resting against her temple, his arms wrapped around her, and just
for a second she thought she saw what he saw. His eyes sparkled like beach
glass in the lamplight and she lifted her hand, cupping the base of his skull,
holding him to her, before deliberately turning her head. Her lips stopped a
centimeter from his and her breath swept into her lungs, a sharp intake. His
lips parted, waiting.
She
pulled away, turning away from him and then back, the backs of her knees
touching the bed. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that she could see it
against the neckline of the dress, making the lace flutter. Billie bit his lip.
�Are
you scared?� He took a step toward her.
Ava�s
head snaked back and forth. No, she wasn�t scared.
�Do
you want to end it right now?�
No,
she didn�t want that either.
He
was directly in front of her now, his hand held over her chest, so close to the
skin above where her heart should be that she could feel the heat of his hand
and that only made her heart beat faster. He smiled, and then looked into her
eyes, his fingers brushing the lace of the slip. �May I kiss you?�
�I
wish you would,� her voice was a throaty gasp and he pulled her to him, his
lips soft, but scorching. His fingers at her neck, cupping her jaw, holding her
to him, anchored her. Ava�s fingers slid underneath the tee shirt. His skin was
warm to touch and she slid her flattened palms up to his shoulders, making the
shirt bunch. Finally he stepped back, jerking the shirt off and tossing it
before coming back to her. This time her fingers roamed on their own with
nothing to impede exploration.
His
hands settled on her waist and Ava groaned when his thumbs brushed the bottom
of her rib cage. He stepped back, hands at the hem of the pajama bottoms. At
the question in his eyes she grinned and then the bottoms joined the shirt. He
was naked in front of her and Ava drank the sight of him, her eyes roving over
everything, planes, angles, curves, hair, colors with an artists� eye before
she stepped back further. He sat on the bed, watching her. Her hands strayed to
the straps of the slip and then slid them over the balls of her shoulders.
The
slip pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it and then the tiniest twinge
of uncertainty at standing in front of a grown man completely naked. She�d left
the thong�her only bit of protection against those eyes�in her bedroom because
it was black and you could see it through the slip. A blush tinged her cheeks
and he reached out, taking her wrist and pulling her onto the bed. She fell,
and then crab-walked backward so that she was in the center. He followed and
then leaned on his side, watching her for so long that she shifted,
uncomfortable.
Lust
she understood. Taking what you needed and then change of subject. Slow fucking
was fine, actually kind of fun on a strictly aesthetic, endurance level sort of
way. But his eyes confused her right on down to her toes. She reached up,
tracing his cheek, �Why do you look at me like that?�
�Like
what?� He leaned over her, supporting his weight with elbows on either side of
her head. Ava�s left knee bent, her foot sliding upward on the duvet.
�Like
that,� her leg curled slowly around his waist, �Why do you look at me like
that?�
His
nose nudged hers and then his lips flirted with the inch of space before her
lips. �I hadn�t thought to look at you any other way,� he slid down her body,
�Besides,� his mouth closed over her left breast and she closed her eyes, her
hand sliding through his hair, �This is something I want to remember.�
He
was methodical. His lips taking every inch of the skin around her breasts
before exploring lower. Ava lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, then the
top of his head, then finally his eyes because sometime in the middle he sensed
her watching him. She didn�t understand this. The way he
looked at her, the way he touched her, it didn�t make sense. She
wondered if maybe she�d understand this more if he just pulled her to him and
fucked her raw.
Because she really couldn�t enjoy it any less.
His
palm closed over her hip and she jumped, he pulled back, instantly contrite.
�Is it still hurting you?� There was a line across his forehead and Ava
grinned, reaching down and smoothing across it with her thumb.
�Only
when people press on it.�
He
grinned, leaning down to brush his lips across the bandage that housed her
tattoo before going lower. His fingers explored, danced, lips branding her in
places. When she arched on the bed his eyes smiled and she found she could be
herself with him, be honest, the need to growl and grunt and put on a show
because of what he was doing was gone.
Her
breath caught in her throat and she made a sound like a whimper. He grinned,
his palm curving over her, his fingers nestling between her legs. �You like
that?�
Ava
nodded her head, sitting up on her elbows on the bed. �Come here,� she
murmured, beckoning with a finger. He slid up her body and she kissed him,
wrapping a leg around his waist, holding him to her. �I want to be with you,�
she said, talking against his lips, her eyes open and staring boldly up into
his with their emotions that scorched her.
He
turned his head, his lips angling lower he kissed her chin, then her neck
before pulling back. �I�ll be right back,� he slid off the bed and Ava sat up,
legs curling under her she watched him find the condom, roll it over himself
quickly and walk back to the bed. She shivered, this
was really going to happen. Suddenly the intensity of the situation hit her and
she found she was trembling. He knelt on the bed, taking her lips and she
kissed him back as he eased her back. The corduroy duvet cover felt nice
against her back, scratchy but soft.
He
slid a hand along her thigh and then to between her legs where he found she was
suddenly clamped tight. He looked up into her eyes and noticed the first sign
of doubt. Billie�s fingers brushed her cheek, reassuring, �You have to open for
me, baby.�
She
bit her lip, nodding her head, but otherwise not moving. He kissed her, one of
those deep, searching kisses and she kissed him back, when he pulled away from
her lips she still looked scared. He sighed.
�What
is it?�
Ava
shook her head, ignoring the prickling behind her eyes and silently damning
herself for it. His thumb brushed under her eye and a tear threatened to fall.
She blinked rapidly a few times and caught her breath, �Tell me� tell me that
I�m not young and immature for wanting this, and that when it�s all over, even
if it�s just tonight, that� tell me you really want to be with me and I�m not
just a body,� she traced his lips with her finger and another tear fell, �Tell
me you think I�m special and I promise� just for tonight I�ll believe you.�
His
thumb brushed under her eyelid again, taking the wet and wiping her lips with
it, her lips parted and her tongue darted out, quick, tasting the tear on his
skin. It didn�t stop her weeping. He nudged her nose, thinking of what to say.
�Ava,�
he laughed and shook his head, �You�re not-I mean, dammit,� he shook his head,
�You do realize there�s absolutely no way to say this that doesn�t make me
sound like a total pussy, right?�
She
smiled tentatively and he grinned, taking that as a good sign.
�If
you weren�t who you were, if you were like everybody else and just a fuck, then
I would have had you the other night in the living room and that would have
been the end of it.�
�Why
didn�t you?� Her thighs were looser. He eased them slowly apart and she let
him, arching slightly when he settled himself between them. His hands framed
her face, pushing her hair back from her cheeks.
�Have
you ever-� he broke off and laughed again, �Because
you were trying so hard to show me you didn�t want me,� his lips slid over her
nose and he eased himself partway inside her. She closed her eyes, making a
sound in her throat. �I decided that when it happened, I wanted it to be
because you decided it.� He pulled out, then pushed
back inside, farther this time.
�And
now?� her hands held his neck and she angled her hips up to meet him.
�If
you think this is just a one time thing you�re not nearly as smart as I gave
you credit for,� his lips silenced further question and then there was nothing
but the feel of him.
It
was slow at first, partly because Ava spent the time trying to wrap her mind
around what he said and partly because he was trying to make it enjoyable for
her. But somewhere in between her thoughts and his, something happened. Maybe
it was that he looked at her. He didn�t take his eyes off her for a second, she
got the feeling he really saw her, not what he wanted to see. Not eyes squeezed
shut and concentrating, or head pressed into her neck so he wouldn�t have to
try, nothing that made her think him like the others.
It
released something inside her, some gate she didn�t know had been there, and
then she was responding to him, giving as much as she got. Hands roving, lips
teasing, body arching, she was suddenly a dynamo underneath him and then he let
go too. They were wild things together, primal, something from before social
mores and rules and thoughts. Something truer, something more
themselves. And when he came, she clenched tight around him, her fingers
helping herself to follow him after.
When
she came, Ava saw colors behind her eyes that she didn�t know existed outside
of an Andy Warhol, acid trip, pop-art discovery.
He
lay on top of her, breathing ragged. Ava�s arms wrapped securely around his
neck and she forced herself to breathe slowly, evenly. He lifted his head, a
question in his eyes, she smiled one of those Mona
Lisa smirks he knew so well and then kissed his nose. They were a sweaty mess
on the bed and the chill, air conditioned hotel air shivered over their skin.
�I�m
glad you�re here.�
�Me
too.�
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