Poison

My next clue turned out to be yet another note, this time hidden underneath my plate. Unlike the first one, which I understood almost immediately, it took me the rest of dinner to decipher this one.
We climb down the stairs, Louis holding my hand as he leads me down cautiously. I avoid looking down at the spiraling stairs leading all the way down, taking it one step at a time.
"So on a scale of one to ten what would you rate this date so far?" Louis asks lightly, taking my mind off of thoughts of me pummeling to my death.
"Probably a 7," I tease, poking his back lightly.
"A seven!" He gasps, genuinely offended. "Why?" His voice portrays the hurt.
"Well you see I think it has something to do with the fact that it isn't over yet," I say, squeezing his hand. "Do you think you can make up the last three points by the end of the night?"
"Oh trust me," his voice goes husky. "I can do more than make up for them."
I shudder at his tone and he pulls me down to the bottom staircase, letting me go before him. I push through the door and my feet ache with each step. Damn heels. I would have worn hiking boots if I'd known all the walking we would be doing. Okay maybe not hiking boots, but definitely something flat. I push through the door and step out of the old world clocktower and into the modern kitchen and it feels like I've traveled through time. Louis wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walk through the empty restaurant.
"Why weren't they open?" I ask curiously, voicing the question I had when we first walked in.
"Because they didn't feel like it I suppose," Louis shrugs, dropping the subject.
He grabs an umbrella from a small stand near the door, opening it as we walk into the onslaught of rain that commenced while we were in the tower. I was surprised that the water didn't leak through the ceiling but I guess it isn't that old quite yet.
"Milady," Louis says, opening the car door for me and holding up the umbrella so I won't get wet. I smile gratefully and slip into the car as he jogs around, rain pouring off of the umbrella in a curtain.
"Holy shit it's coming down," he says when he finally gets in the car, tossing the wet umbrella in the backseat carelessly. I glance out the windows and can't help but agree as the rain comes down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see.
Louis starts the car regardless and begins the slow drive to our next destination, his focus entirely on the road. I stay quiet, afraid to break his concentration as he drives.
"I'm going to make a phone call quickly," Louis looks unsure as he pulls into park. Through the rain I can see the towering figure of our destination, but no lights seem to be on. He pulls out his phone and mutters a few quick words into it before hanging up and shooting me a grin. "It's go time," he says and grabs the soaked umbrella once more.
I'm about to object to the third portion of our date but he's already out of the car. I prepare myself with a sigh as I wait for him. Though this night has been wonderful, it's also been exhausting. A quick glance at the clock proves that this has gone on much later than normal, conventional dates and I find myself longing for the normality of dinner and a movie. The wistfulness is soon disrupted as Louis opens my door and pulls me out into the rain. He wraps an arm around me and leads me to the round, still structure in front of us. My eyes uneasily travel up the massive Ferris wheel. It doesn't seem to be shaking in the wind yet I still feel slightly dizzy at even the thought of going up there in this weather. I keep my mouth shut, however, and soon we are being ushered into one of the glass pods by a friendly man with a receding hairline. The man and Louis exchange pleasantries and I can't help but feel like maybe Louis knows too many people in London.
"Are you ready?" Louis asks when the man leaves to start the Ferris wheel.
"I guess," I mutter, glancing out at the still heavy rain. He pulls me up to the pod resting closest to the ground, ushering me into it before he climbs in himself. I lean against the back wall for support and peer out the window but I can barely see anything through the rain. Louis shuts the door and the pounding rain becomes muffles against the roof of the pod. He grins at me cheekily and slowly the Ferris wheel starts turning, putting us further and further off the ground.
"Oh my god," I gasp and sink to the ground as we rise. The pod shakes a little bit as we go and my heart beats rapidly in fear.
"Are you okay?" Louis asks, taking the few short steps to reach me. He kneels down in front of me and tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear. His light eyes are filled with concern.
"I don't know if you've already figured this out," my voice is shaky. "But I'm a little scared of heights."
"I didn't think you'd react like this," he mumbles and pulls me into his arms. I press my head into his shoulder and kick my heels off. The pod continues rising and with each inch higher it begins to shake a little bit more so even though I'm not looking, I can tell how high we're getting.
"I shouldn't have brought you up here in this weather," Louis berates himself but I don't even bother to try and comfort him. Mostly because I can't help but agree. I mean, Big Ben was one thing. Being at the top of the London Eye during a storm is completely different. My entire body starts shaking and I clutch onto his shirt desperately as the pod comes to a lurching halt at the top of the Ferris wheel.
"What the-" Louis mutters.
"Louis?" My voice is strained and muffled against his shirt. Why did we stop?
"It's okay, it's okay," he soothes me and presses a kiss to my forehead. The pod swings gently back and forth, the rain pounding against it. I dare to peek out from his shoulder, looking out the window. My breath catches in my throat at the sight. At this altitude it's easier to see through the rain and all of London is visible. The lights are bright and welcoming against the dark sky and even though I'm terrified, that doesn't take away from the views beauty.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Louis asks, noticing me looking.
I nod wordlessly and tighten my arms around his neck. His warm hand moves up and stokes my cheek as he pulls me in for a long kiss. His tongue slips between my lips and his hands roam my trembling body. He pushes up my dress and slowly traces his fingers along my panties. My trembling turns from fear to something more primal as I return his kiss hungrily, pushing myself onto him. I throw my leg around and straddle him, running my fingers through his hair. He grips my butt and searches for the zipper of my dress blindly. After a moment of fumbling, he finds it and yanks it down with a ferocity I wouldn't have expected from him. I undo his tie and pull it off, throwing it to the side as I start to undo the buttons of his expensive shirt. As soon as his shirt is undone he yanks the dress off of me over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties. His eyes travel the length of my body on top of him and his mouth opens in awe.
"You're gorgeous," he gasps. Heat rises to my cheeks as his lips crash against mine once more. He pushes me backwards so that he's laying on top of me, his hand clutching my hip and the other grasping my face. I run my hands over the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen, blindly trailing my hands downwards to the edge of his pants. I find his belt and my fingers fumble to undo it. He chuckles into the kiss and reaches down, steadily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I pull my legs up around him and push down the pants with my feet, eliciting a grin from him. He pulls off the unbuttoned dress shirt and tosses that to the side as well before resuming our passionate kiss.
He breaks away from my lips and trails sloppy kisses down my neck. With expert precision he unclasps my bra, tugging it away from my chest. He presses kisses to each of my breasts in turn, leaving my breathing irregular. He clutches my breasts as his kisses travel down further, leaving wet marks around my naval until he reaches the edge of my lacy panties. He hesitated only for a moment before moving his hands down and pushing the fabric down to my knees. He frees my right leg from the panties, leaving the fabric dangling from my left leg carelessly. I watch with wide eyes as he kisses my inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I twine my fingers through his short hair, holding on as he continues. His tongue quickly slides inside of me and I groan, my hips involuntarily thrusting forward. He brings up his left arm and throws it across my hips, holding me down. His tongue traces slow circles inside of me and my body shakes at the sensation.

His tongue pulls out and one of his fingers is slowly pressed into me, making me moan. He pumps in and out slowly before adding a second finger. His pumping begins more rapidly and I feel tension knotting in my stomach, yearning for a release of some sort. I hold him close, on the brink of release, when he abruptly pulls both of his fingers out of me. I can't help the cry of shock as he does so. He grins up at me, licking his lips.
"Not quite yet," he says, reaching for his discarded pants. He pulls out a tiny silver square and rips it open. He pulls down his tight boxers and his hard length springs free. My eyes widen and I press my thighs together as fear courses through me. How is that supposed to fit into what Louis only had two fingers in before? He rolls the condom onto his length and rolls back on top of me, prying open my thighs with one of his hands.
"Just trust me," he whispers softly, aligning himself with my entrance. I'm reminded all too suddenly of our earlier conversation and my admission that I was a virgin, claiming that I didn't know how long I wanted to stay that way.
My thoughts are cut off abruptly as he presses into me. My legs are splayed out to the sides and I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back as tears well up in my eyes. He gasps irregularly.
"Bloody hell," he breathes out, his eyes screwed shut in concentration and pleasure. He presses in farther and I bite down on his shoulder to prevent myself from crying out at the pain. A tear escapes from my eye and slides down my cheek in a salty streak as he continues pressing into me. He stills for a moment when he's all the way in, letting my body adjust around him. The pain is replaced with simple discomfort before he pulls out halfway and pushes back in, the burning pain returning immediately.
"Fuck Gen," he moans, throwing his head into my shoulder.
I bite down on his shoulder again and the tears stream steadily down my face. He begins thrusting in and out of me more rapidly and slowly the pain lessens, instead turning to pleasure. I groan as his pace increases, feeling the tightening in my stomach signaling a near release. Before I get a chance, however, Louis's trembling body empties into the condom, he slumps over me for a moment, his heavy breathing against my neck. He slowly picks himself up and thrusts in and out of me a few more times, allowing my body the push it needed to release as well.
"That was great," he gasps and slowly pulls out of me. I flinch as he does and draw my knees together once he's out. He throws himself onto the ground next to me and twines our hands together. I lean my face away from him as my breathing slows and the last of my tears escapes, dripping onto the floor. The pod sways back and forth, back and forth as we lay there, catching out breath.

Notes

Hello all, I haven't updated in a while because my laptop wouldn't let me log in. So here's a nice sex scene for you.
What do you think about Louis and Genny having sex?
How do you think Genny feels?