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Another heart in a different scene	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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After dinner they sat together in her living room again, drinking wine. Somehow their conversation had died but there was nothing awkward about the silence. Outside the light was fading slowly, colouring the clouds in gold and purple. The sky itself was that almost violet dark-blue and the shadows were creeping into the flat. Neil closed his eyes for a moment, feeling relaxed and snug. He had always liked winter afternoons when the weather was fine. The chill in the air; the sharpness of the colours; the stark contrast of the bare trees and the blue sky.
“Guess I should get going.” He announced nevertheless. “I promised Chris to go out with him and a couple of his mates tonight.”
Rebecca got up with him and handed him his jacket.
“It was a nice day. I only hope I did not come across too stupid with all my questions.”
He got dressed and grinned at her. “No, you weren’t. I call you later tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, I should be here after 3 o’clock. Brunch with Lillian. Have fun tonight!”
She kissed him on both cheeks again and he hugged her briefly. She stood in the half-opened door for a moment after he had left the flat and waved as he went down the stairs. He heard the click of the door close when he was one floor below and somehow that stupid noise made him miss her even though hardly a minute had passed since he had said good-bye. He slowed down his steps, again thinking about what she had said to him in the park. Was he really running away again? Hiding from his feelings? Was he such a coward? And really, what would change if he really fell for her? Whom did he owe a justification after all?
He took out his mobile and sent a short text to Chris that he would not be coming tonight.
“Change of plans,” he thought. He pushed the light button again and went back upstairs. He hesitated for a moment before he rang her bell. After all he didn’t have the slightest clue what he was about to say or do once she opened the door.
Rebecca was quick this time, she opened almost immediately.
“Neil? Did you forget anything?” she asked, looking surprised.
“No. Were you expecting somebody? I can go, if…”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t expecting anybody, stupid. What is it?”
“I…” he began, suddenly very nervous. He looked down at his shoes as if they would offer him an explanation.
He faced her almost shyly. “I just did not want to leave.”
Rebecca beamed at him and let him walk back in. For the third time that day Neil got out of his jacket and put it on top of the spare armchair. He stood there in the middle of the living-room, not knowing what to do next. He looked around. Rebecca had closed the curtains and lit a few candles which made the room look even cosier.
She seemed to have read his mind when she caught his look.
“I was about to settle down on the sofa and watch a bit of telly. Is there something on you want to see?”
He folded his arms in front of his chest, still looking at the flickering flames.
“I don’t know what’s showing,” he admitted.
“Never mind, there’s nothing of interest anyway. Do you want another glass of wine?” She poured herself another one and held up his glass.
“Yes,” he answered. “I mean, no. I think I’m getting a headache.”
“Oh dear!” Rebecca put down his glass and the almost empty bottle of wine and gestured him to sit down on the sofa.
“Too much talking, hm? Come here. Sit down. No, not like that. Lean forward at bit.”
He tried to follow her instructions, sitting on the edge of the sofa, his head bowed, his hands folded on his lap. He felt the soft pressure of her hands on his shoulders and then the warmth of her hands as she began to slowly massage his neck.
“Oh yes,” he hissed. He had not even realized how tense he had gotten. Her hands felt great, she worked slowly and methodically, loosening the muscles in his shoulders gradually. He closed his eyes and let himself relax. He didn’t want to think anymore, he didn’t even want to talk right now. This was perfect. One of Rebecca’s hands had reached his neck again, the other sneaked over his should-blade to caress his chest. It wasn’t much of a touch but it was enough to change the mood.
All of a sudden Neil felt as strange as he had on that evening he had met her on the red carpet. Exactly the same like he had felt when she had asked him to dance and he had suddenly been so very much aware of her body next to his. A shiver ran down his spine as she continued the massage. He did his best to suppress a moan but could not help trembling just a little.
“Oh sorry,” she muttered. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“No,” he said simply and rose from the sofa. He stopped barely a step in front of her and simply gazed at her for a moment, trying to take in all the details of her face. The way the colour of her eyes seemed darker than usual in the candlelight and appeared almost indigo now. Her high cheek bones. The handful of freckles which were dotted around the brink of her nose. The way her lips curved. The small dent in her chin. Hesitantly he lifted up one hand and cupped her face, lifting it up closer to his. Her eyes were big, looking at him with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
“Neil…,” she whispered but he shook his head.
“Shh!”
He leaned forward a little and kissed her. Carefully. He just pressed his lips against hers but she put up no resistance at all. She even moaned softly and it sent another shiver down his spine. Her lips parted underneath his kiss and her tongue welcomed his into her mouth. He had not been prepared for the sensation that washed over him as he continued to kiss her. His heartbeat sped up considerably and he felt all warm and excited. Tingling all over. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer, enjoying the way her body pressed against his. She had her hands locked behind his neck and soon stood on tiptoe to deepen their kiss further. Unfortunately he ran out of breath too soon and broke away.
“Don’t stop,” she protested, grinning at him like a cat that just ate the bird.
He was panting slightly but obeyed only too eagerly. Their second kiss got pretty heated pretty soon. His hands roamed her back, followed the curves of her body and squeezed her shoulders. He was moaning now, but he did not care. He could only think about how much he wanted her. This time she broke their kiss and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Impatiently she pulled the hem up from his jeans and slid her hands underneath the cloth.
“How neat,” Rebecca giggled. “A white undershirt. Isn’t that a tick old-fashioned?”
“Do you mind terribly?” he asked between gasps for breath. “If you did I might have to take it off.”
She laughed again and ran a finger down his chest.
“Is that promised?”
Neil just nodded, too distracted by her searching touches to find words. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Then come with me, if you are sure about this,” she said gently and took his hand.
“I’m sure,” he replied simply and pulled her close for another kiss. She pushed at him and muttered into his mouth.
“Move backwards. Down that corridor.”
Again he obeyed and let himself be led into her bedroom. There she pulled his undershirt over his head and looked at him for a second.
“Wow, I’ve been dreaming of this for ages and here you are now.”
She ran her hands over the soft patchwork of the hair on his chest, making him squirm just a tiny bit. Before long she was fumbling with his belt and he withdrew a little.
“Wait!”
He kicked of his shoes and started to unzip his fly. She was next to him at once, placing tiny kisses on his bare shoulders, his back and arms and the nape of his neck. Her hands were on his hips, pulling the jeans down and down until it slid to the ground, discarded. He stepped out of it and pulled her close in another impatient embrace. He kissed her chin, tracing the curve of her throat down to her collarbone. It took some effort for him to pull away from that but he wanted her out of those clothes and so he started to unbutton her blouse. It proved to be rather difficult because his hands were trembling quite badly. She noticed and gently brushed his hands away.
“Nervous?” She asked and he nodded, feeling a little foolish because of it. She threw her blouse to he floor as well and her jeans followed in no time.
“Maybe you can help with this, though.” She stood in front of him, her back turned to him in only her panties and bra. Suddenly the thought hit him that he was wearing even less, only his boxers and his socks, stupidly enough and that that meant that she wanted him as well. It made his heart beat faster and he felt more blood rush down to his beginning erection. He reached out with trembling hands and tried to unlock her bra. For some reason that proved not to be as difficult as opening all those buttons. He let that piece of clothing fall to the floor as well, touching her shoulders and her neck almost shyly. She shivered slightly and leaned against him. He pulled her close, caressing her flat belly and finally daring to move his palms up to cup her breasts. They felt so soft to his touch, it was incredible. He stroked her nipples until they were hard and watched her close her eyes and arch her head backwards. She was biting her lower-lip instead of moaning and Neil thought that he hadn’t seen something that sexy in a long time.
“Lay down,” she whispered softly. “Lay down on the bed.”
He let go of her and shot her a questioning glance.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right with you.”
He moved over to her antique-looking four poster bed and threw back the covers.
He paused for a moment and removed his socks. Then he sat down.
“Thank God for that,” she exclaimed behind him. He arched an eyebrow as if asking “What on earth are you taking about?”
“The socks, you just got rid of your socks,” she laughed. “That’s nice! Don’t you just hate it to wake up the morning after to find that you wear nothing but your socks?”
Her little outburst made him giggle and he relaxed a little. She shut the curtains and switched off the light. The room was almost dark now, only the bit of light coming in from the corridor illuminated it. As she walked over to him, she threw him something. He managed to catch it and he looked up with a grin.
“Are you always that direct?” he enquired and put the condom on the little bedside table next to the bed.
“No, not always,” she replied and lay down beside him. “Only with guys who deserve it!”
He pulled the covers around them and she snuggled close
“Hmm, I think I like your aftershave!”
She stared caressing him again, placing small kisses on his chest, rubbing his skin with her hands. Her hot, wet tongue trailed lazy circles around his nipples and up the sides of his throat. It drove him quite mad with desire and he quite literally squirmed underneath her touch. Then she flicked her tongue over one of his nipples, leaving it wet so that the air felt cool on it when she moved over to the next. Neil let out a strangled noise as her mouth closed over a hardened nipple. She sucked it eagerly and he was dimly aware that if she went on like that, if she kept on sucking his nipples like that, then the rest of his control would slip and slip fast. She pushed him back into the pillow and licked his throat, she even found the sensitive spot underneath his ear and sucked on that.
“Oh God,” he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch her doing all this to him. Undoing him, rendering him helplessly wanting her. She was half on top of him now and he could feel her breast move against his chest, her nipples hard as well.
Rebecca sat up a little and ran one finger teasingly down the thin line of hair that let to his groin. She poked it playfully into his bellybutton and smiled cheekily when he groaned in frustration.
“Oh Jesus, please don’t stop now,” he begged.
“I have no intention to,” she reassured him and flicked her tongue over one of his nipples again, as if for emphasis. He reacted with another little shiver.
“You really like that, don’t you?” She asked, sounding amazed.
“I do. Why?”
“My last two boyfriends couldn’t stand to be even touched there. At their nipples. They hated it with a passion.”
“Oh really?” Neil’s voice sounded slightly strangled.
Before he could say anything else though, she placed one palm over the erection showing only too clearly through the thin fabric of his boxers. The breath caught in his throat. He moved his hips upwards to press himself more against her palm and she took advance of that movement and removed his underwear completely.
The next thing he knew was that she was kneeling between his legs, parting them gently with her hands. Then she kissed him again. Just beneath his bellybutton, the insides of his thighs and then she kissed the tip of his cock. If he had not been hard before he surely would have been now. It made the blood pound in his ears.
Her hand closed around his shaft and she stroked it gently a couple of times.
He thrust his hips up to meet her stokes but she just wouldn’t go faster.
“Not so fast,” she chided, out of breath and stopped pumping him. He wanted to complain but his voice didn’t obey him anymore. Then her hands were back and he realized that she was rolling the condom over his erection. He blushed fiercely.
No women had ever done that to him before. He looked up, catching her staring at him. Her lips were swollen from the kissing, her cheeks flushed and she looked more desirable that he had thought possible. She stroked his shaft again and straddled him. He realized that she was now completely naked as well. Not that he could recall having seen her getting out of her panties. She stroked him a little more, feeling his balls and then out of the blue he knew exactly what she was up to. The thought alone was enough to make him moan again. But then she moved and he was inside of her. She moaned softly and moved a little back and forth to find the right position. His hands dug into the sheets next to him. This was almost too much. He forced himself to hang on, to calm down a little.
“Steady your breathing,” he told himself desperately.
“Breathe! Hang on, for heaven’s sake, hang on. You can’t come like that just now!”
He gritted his teeth and began to move within her. She was so warm and moist and she was trembling slightly. He moved his hips up and down as slowly as he could, trying to push a little deeper every time. Her rocking got more and more demanding and suddenly it was all not nearly enough for him. He wanted to feel her body completely. He wanted to place the kisses on her. He wanted to make her shiver and moan.
“Stop!” He barely managed to get the word out.
She seemed to freeze in mid-motion and her eyes snapped open. She looked confused and maybe even a little hurt.
“No, I don’t want to stop completely,” He said gently. “Just let me change positions.”
Rebecca nodded, smiling again and moved her body upwards so that he could slide out of her. He muttered curses under his breath when she was gone completely.
He didn’t like the feel of that at all.
“Lay down! He ordered and she did. He pushed himself up on one elbow and kissed her. The inside of her mouth was even hotter than before and the kiss so demanding it send tiny sparks of passion though his entire body. He toyed with her hair, stroked her arms and her breasts and for a moment enjoyed the feeling of their bodies’ pressed together, his erection trapped between them. When he really could not breathe anymore, he adopted her earlier position, kneeling between her legs.
She spread them for him quite willingly. He reached out with one hand, which he noted was still trembling and touched her moist pubic hair. His head began to spin.
It had been so long ago…
He let one finger glide into her, rubbing her gently, teasing her clitoris with his thumb. She moaned and moved her hips, so he pushed two and finally three fingers inside of her. He moved them quickly which made her moan again. With his other hand he encircled his own dick, feeling her wetness on the rubber. He swallowed hard and started to pump himself with slow, even strokes. He did not want to come; he just wanted to be absolutely ready for the task ahead. He manoeuvred his body a little closer to hers and placed his hard cock in front of her opening. He tried to balance his weight on his arms as he leaned forward, covering her body with his.
He kissed her chest, sucked her nipples into his mouth and found out that she was almost as keen on this as he was.
Then he pushed inside of her and marvelled at the fact how comparably easy the entry was. He pushed some more and soon had buried himself completely inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him on. For the time being he managed to continue in a fairly slow rhythm. She shivered and moaned and pulled his head down to meet him for another heated kiss. He pushed and pushed and soon the speed of his moves increased and the rhythm got more and more erratic. He felt sweat tickling down his neck, down his back and still he went faster. He was almost there, it felt so good. He broke the kiss and threw back his head, trying to hang on for a while longer. His legs and arms were trembling badly by now and she increased the pressure of her legs around his hips and he pushed in deeply and began to see star dancing in front of his eyes. He had squeezed his lids shut but still these bright stars were blinding him. The pleasure build until it was almost painful and he managed one, two, three pushes more before his body tensed and he felt himself coming. His orgasm came violently, knocking the air out of his lungs but he just couldn’t stop. He went on with his pushing until he was completely spend and felt himself going limp inside of her. He remained like that for an endless moment, trying to catch his breath, trying to figure out who he was and what was going on. When his head had cleared a little, he became aware that Rebecca was positively shaking underneath him, wanting more. He drew out, got rid of the rubber and regretted that he was not 20 years younger and able to do it all again right now. Instead he moved backwards and grabbed her thighs. He hesitated for a moment but then lowered his head and carefully began to lick her down there. Her scent and her taste were almost overpowering and he felt another rush of excitement. She mumbled something unintelligible and threw her head from one side to the other. He soon found out what she seemed to like best and teased her with his tongue mercilessly. It was not long before he felt her body tense and then go slack. Spasms were running through her and still he continued his licking. Then her trembling subsided gradually and she half laughed, half sobbed.
“Stop, please! Neil! I can’t…”
He drew himself up and licked his lips which were wet with the taste of her.
He practically crawled up to the pillows and collapsed on his back next to her. He felt dizzy but quite alive and content. He listened to their mutual heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart. Then she stirred and he pulled her into a close embrace, holding her against his chest, her head once more resting on his shoulder.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and cooling down rapidly. He shuddered and pulled the tangled blanket closer around them. He placed a kiss on her forehead and smiled to himself. He was glad he had stayed, that he hadn’t run this time. He could not know but he had a feeling that he would be staying for a while. He certainly wouldn’t mind.
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