Laddie
Chapter 5
{Abby’s POV}
“Wait.” I said as he headed for the door. I had hurt his feelings, and surprisingly, I felt bad about it. Normally, when someone forcefully kisses me, I loose pretty much all respect for them. But with him, I cared.
What the fuck is happening?! I wondered as I watched him turn around to face me. His eyes glimmered with hope and his face reminded me of a lost puppy.
“I’m sorry.” I continued. I didn’t normally apologize and I hoped he knew that, or at least guessed it. He now turned fully towards me, like he was waiting for my permission to step closer.
“Come and at least finish your tea.” I added, trying not to sound like one of those girls in the chick-flicks I watched (which I only when I am really emotional!).
He walked towards me, his gaze never leaving my eyes. He finally stopped when he was only mere inches away from me. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my lungs. I was nervous, but I hoped he didn’t see it. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, and that scared me a bit. I always prepared myself for everything. But with him, I was a fortress without walls. I had no defenses.
He placed his index finger under my chin and his thumb on top. He gently lifted my face towards him and stared at me with a soft expression and even softer eyes. I returned the look as I gazed into those icy blue orbs of his. A low chuckle snapped me out of my stare.
“What?” I asked with a nervous chuckle of my own.
I had a natural talent for find the awkward factor in every situation. It’s a gift. Like how his Irish accent has the gift of always drawing me back from my thoughts, or whatever I seemed to be currently occupied with. It was weird. No other Irish man, or any man for that matter, had my attention and interest like that before.
He brushed his thumb over chin, causing me to return to reality. “I just really want to kiss you right now.” he murmured with a smirk.
“You mean kiss me again?” I replied with a smirk of my own. I was matching him toe to toe and I felt damn good about it. I was making sure he knew I wasn't easy and that I wouldn't let him “kiss” (or whatever you call a completely one-sided lip lock) again.
“That wasn’t a kiss, lassie.” he said, his accent locking on his pet name for me, which made a small shiver creep down my spine.
It was then that I realized that his fingers were the only body parts that were touching me at the moment. Shit that sounded wrong! I cursed myself. Well, at least he knew what yes; it was a sorry excuse for a kiss I thought.
“This is a kiss.” he said as his Irish accent pulled me out of my thoughts once again.
Oh shit.
{Niall’s POV}
“This is a kiss.” I said as I leaned in.
I still had a grip on her chin, but I made sure that it was loose enough that if she wanted, she could turn her head away from me. I prayed to God that she didn’t because I really wanted to kiss her again. I felt like if I didn’t really, truly kiss her today, I would die by tomorrow’s sunrise. I had to feel those lips when they weren’t being mauled. I admit, the previous exchange I had with her was pathetic.
But that didn’t matter now, because now I was mere centimeters from those pink lips. When we collided, I realized that her lips were soft, softer than any bed I have ever slept on (well to me they were. To anyone else, they would be normal, slightly chapped lips. But she wasn’t their lassie. She was mine.)
With the thought of beds now rolling through my head, I imagined her in a bed, in my bed. Oh God I cursed in my mind.
No. Don’t go there now Niall! Don’t fuck this up!
With these thoughts in mind I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and she gasped ever so softly, probably at my forwardness. I could sense the hesitation in her body, the control she was trying to hold onto. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, which only made the dirty thoughts swarm my mind with even more force.
Oh God.
{Abby’s POV}
He kissed me before I could even reply. But I wasn’t complaining though. The second that our lips touched, I knew it was going to be way different from the last lip lock we had. Way different.
He was much gentler and the inferno inside of me was much more prevalent. I tried to keep a firm grip on my control, but when he wiped his tongue across my bottom lip, I lost it for a moment. Thankfully, I regained it before I shoved him up against the wall and had my way with him. I got a bit annoyed at myself for giving up that easily, but my mind waved it off.
Alrighty then laddie, two can play at this game
He then slowly inched his tongue past my lips. I could tell he was trying hard not to offend me like he had before. Yet, despite this, there was still the same amount of hunger in the kiss. I did the same, except my motions were a bit more forceful, just to prove to him that I wasn’t the type of girl who just sat there and was kissed without any effort on her part.
Two can play at this game.
{Niall’s POV}
I felt her tongue move past my lips and I had to use every amount of strength left in me to not wrap my arms around her and take control of the situation. We were going to do this at her pace. I didn’t want to scare her away again. I moved my lips against hers in an effort to deepen the kiss and she responded by making her tongue dance with mine.
God she had such a hot mouth and the kiss we shared was even hotter. I couldn’t not touch her anymore. I cupped her face with my hands and pulled her closer, so that our hips were now joined. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I think I even heard her softly moan into my mouth.
Damn.
As our tongues continued to dance, I felt her cheeks get hot. She was blushing. But she sure as hell wasn’t acting like it! She was taking control of the kiss and that's something I would not allow. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close against my chest.
She gasped and I chuckled against her mouth.
I could tell she was ticked that she showed an emotion. I wish she wasn’t so closed off. I planned to change that though, starting with this kiss.
She decided to make me pay for that by nibbling my lip and then it was I who gasped and she the one who chuckled. Biting was one of my weaknesses.
Oh you’re going to pay for that I
I pushed her backwards against the bookshelf. She gasped again and I smirked against her lips. I placed my hands on either side of her head against the shelf.
I’m in control now, lassie
I thought as I pushed myself against her so that our bodies had no space in between each other. I didn’t care if I was being too rough on her. She asked for it the second that she bit my lip.
As if she was reading my mind, she bit my bottom lip again. Shit. We were practically mauling each other by now.
It was hot.
I finally pulled away, for my lungs were about to collapse from lack of oxygen. We were both gasping as we stared into each other’s eyes. Those sweet chocolate eyes melted mine. We were still close enough that I breathed in the air she exhaled.
“That” I paused, still gasping for breath.
“Was a kiss, lassie.” I resumed with a smirk plastered to my face. Her eyes were filled with wonder. I don’t think she had ever been kissed like that. I was proud that I may have been her first for that particular experience.
I had never felt about a girl like I had felt about her. It was like I was a teenager all over again, except without the shyness and the all-boys school. Even though I had kissed a girl before, fucked one, and loved one, with her it felt like I was doing everything for the first time.
“So I’ll pick you up at 8 on Friday, ok?” I told her. It wasn’t a question. I was taking her out whether she wanted it or not. I needed to claim her as mine.
If I had it my way, I’d already be pounding into her, branding her as mine.
But I knew she was worth more than just a good fuck.
She deserved to be at least taken out and as my mum says “courted”.
“Wait.” I said as he headed for the door. I had hurt his feelings, and surprisingly, I felt bad about it. Normally, when someone forcefully kisses me, I loose pretty much all respect for them. But with him, I cared.
What the fuck is happening?! I wondered as I watched him turn around to face me. His eyes glimmered with hope and his face reminded me of a lost puppy.
“I’m sorry.” I continued. I didn’t normally apologize and I hoped he knew that, or at least guessed it. He now turned fully towards me, like he was waiting for my permission to step closer.
“Come and at least finish your tea.” I added, trying not to sound like one of those girls in the chick-flicks I watched (which I only when I am really emotional!).
He walked towards me, his gaze never leaving my eyes. He finally stopped when he was only mere inches away from me. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my lungs. I was nervous, but I hoped he didn’t see it. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, and that scared me a bit. I always prepared myself for everything. But with him, I was a fortress without walls. I had no defenses.
He placed his index finger under my chin and his thumb on top. He gently lifted my face towards him and stared at me with a soft expression and even softer eyes. I returned the look as I gazed into those icy blue orbs of his. A low chuckle snapped me out of my stare.
“What?” I asked with a nervous chuckle of my own.
I had a natural talent for find the awkward factor in every situation. It’s a gift. Like how his Irish accent has the gift of always drawing me back from my thoughts, or whatever I seemed to be currently occupied with. It was weird. No other Irish man, or any man for that matter, had my attention and interest like that before.
He brushed his thumb over chin, causing me to return to reality. “I just really want to kiss you right now.” he murmured with a smirk.
“You mean kiss me again?” I replied with a smirk of my own. I was matching him toe to toe and I felt damn good about it. I was making sure he knew I wasn't easy and that I wouldn't let him “kiss” (or whatever you call a completely one-sided lip lock) again.
“That wasn’t a kiss, lassie.” he said, his accent locking on his pet name for me, which made a small shiver creep down my spine.
It was then that I realized that his fingers were the only body parts that were touching me at the moment. Shit that sounded wrong! I cursed myself. Well, at least he knew what yes; it was a sorry excuse for a kiss I thought.
“This is a kiss.” he said as his Irish accent pulled me out of my thoughts once again.
Oh shit.
{Niall’s POV}
“This is a kiss.” I said as I leaned in.
I still had a grip on her chin, but I made sure that it was loose enough that if she wanted, she could turn her head away from me. I prayed to God that she didn’t because I really wanted to kiss her again. I felt like if I didn’t really, truly kiss her today, I would die by tomorrow’s sunrise. I had to feel those lips when they weren’t being mauled. I admit, the previous exchange I had with her was pathetic.
But that didn’t matter now, because now I was mere centimeters from those pink lips. When we collided, I realized that her lips were soft, softer than any bed I have ever slept on (well to me they were. To anyone else, they would be normal, slightly chapped lips. But she wasn’t their lassie. She was mine.)
With the thought of beds now rolling through my head, I imagined her in a bed, in my bed. Oh God I cursed in my mind.
No. Don’t go there now Niall! Don’t fuck this up!
With these thoughts in mind I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and she gasped ever so softly, probably at my forwardness. I could sense the hesitation in her body, the control she was trying to hold onto. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, which only made the dirty thoughts swarm my mind with even more force.
Oh God.
{Abby’s POV}
He kissed me before I could even reply. But I wasn’t complaining though. The second that our lips touched, I knew it was going to be way different from the last lip lock we had. Way different.
He was much gentler and the inferno inside of me was much more prevalent. I tried to keep a firm grip on my control, but when he wiped his tongue across my bottom lip, I lost it for a moment. Thankfully, I regained it before I shoved him up against the wall and had my way with him. I got a bit annoyed at myself for giving up that easily, but my mind waved it off.
Alrighty then laddie, two can play at this game
He then slowly inched his tongue past my lips. I could tell he was trying hard not to offend me like he had before. Yet, despite this, there was still the same amount of hunger in the kiss. I did the same, except my motions were a bit more forceful, just to prove to him that I wasn’t the type of girl who just sat there and was kissed without any effort on her part.
Two can play at this game.
{Niall’s POV}
I felt her tongue move past my lips and I had to use every amount of strength left in me to not wrap my arms around her and take control of the situation. We were going to do this at her pace. I didn’t want to scare her away again. I moved my lips against hers in an effort to deepen the kiss and she responded by making her tongue dance with mine.
God she had such a hot mouth and the kiss we shared was even hotter. I couldn’t not touch her anymore. I cupped her face with my hands and pulled her closer, so that our hips were now joined. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I think I even heard her softly moan into my mouth.
Damn.
As our tongues continued to dance, I felt her cheeks get hot. She was blushing. But she sure as hell wasn’t acting like it! She was taking control of the kiss and that's something I would not allow. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close against my chest.
She gasped and I chuckled against her mouth.
I could tell she was ticked that she showed an emotion. I wish she wasn’t so closed off. I planned to change that though, starting with this kiss.
She decided to make me pay for that by nibbling my lip and then it was I who gasped and she the one who chuckled. Biting was one of my weaknesses.
Oh you’re going to pay for that I
I pushed her backwards against the bookshelf. She gasped again and I smirked against her lips. I placed my hands on either side of her head against the shelf.
I’m in control now, lassie
I thought as I pushed myself against her so that our bodies had no space in between each other. I didn’t care if I was being too rough on her. She asked for it the second that she bit my lip.
As if she was reading my mind, she bit my bottom lip again. Shit. We were practically mauling each other by now.
It was hot.
I finally pulled away, for my lungs were about to collapse from lack of oxygen. We were both gasping as we stared into each other’s eyes. Those sweet chocolate eyes melted mine. We were still close enough that I breathed in the air she exhaled.
“That” I paused, still gasping for breath.
“Was a kiss, lassie.” I resumed with a smirk plastered to my face. Her eyes were filled with wonder. I don’t think she had ever been kissed like that. I was proud that I may have been her first for that particular experience.
I had never felt about a girl like I had felt about her. It was like I was a teenager all over again, except without the shyness and the all-boys school. Even though I had kissed a girl before, fucked one, and loved one, with her it felt like I was doing everything for the first time.
“So I’ll pick you up at 8 on Friday, ok?” I told her. It wasn’t a question. I was taking her out whether she wanted it or not. I needed to claim her as mine.
If I had it my way, I’d already be pounding into her, branding her as mine.
But I knew she was worth more than just a good fuck.
She deserved to be at least taken out and as my mum says “courted”.
Notes
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Awesome to hear you're still alive :P Laddie is possibly my favourite fanfiction at the moment, so it's good to hear there will be updates soon! :D
I absolutely believe that quality is better than quantity. If you're late to update because you took the extra time to get everything right, pretty much everyone will forgive you, and they won't remember it was late by the next update. But if you rush something, everyone will be able to see a bad chapter. So yeah, take all the time you need :)
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