I Thought You'd Care
Chapter 32: Biology Pick-Up Lines
Chapter 32: Biology Pick-Up Lines
Niall’s POV
We were sitting at the kitchen counter, across from each other, on the stools that Liam had bought a few weeks ago. I had fixed us some ice cream, and we had tried putting a candle on hers, but we had ended up almost burning the building down, so we had gone without. I had tried to wash the burn marks off the counter, but to no avail, and I knew the boys would have a few bits to say to me when they noticed.
“So,” I said, shoveling more ice cream into my mouth. “I thought of another reason why I like you.”
“What is it, then?”
“Not to be superficial, but you’re very attractive.”
“Really.” She said, swirling her spoon around. I nodded. “I’m attractive.”
“Yes. I can think of a dozen other words for it, you know, cute, pretty, beautiful, hot, fit, sexy, whatever, but—”
She cut me off. “Sexy?”
“Well, yeah, I mean—”
“Is this sexy, Niall?” She asked, taking the cherry off my ice cream and eating it slowly, puckering her lips.
“Yes.” I said, staring at her, noticing the mischievous smile on her face.
She threw the stem back at me and stood up, walking around the counter. About halfway around, she stopped and pulled her shirt off. My eyes widened, taking in the sight of her. She was barefoot, in just a white lace bra and a pair of red shorts. She had taken her hair down, and it fell leisurely down her back. I felt myself start to get a bit aroused. “Is this sexy?” She asked, cocking her head slightly to the left.
“Um, yes.” I stammered, shifting in my seat.
She walked towards me and stood behind my chair. Wrapping her arms around me, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Is this sexy?” I only nodded slightly, trying not to let my hard-on show. Her arms were crossed around my waist, perilously close to where I wanted her. “Do you want me to say something…sexy, Niall?”
I nodded again and groaned quietly. “If I was an enzyme, I’d be helicase, so I could unzip your genes.” She said, still using the sexy voice she had been before.
I snorted. “What?” I asked, laughing.
She detached herself from me, giggling along with me. “What,” She said, faking offense, “You didn’t like my DNA replication pick-up line?” She grabbed her bowl from the other side of the counter and sat down on the stool next to me.
“That was possibly the weirdest moment I’ve ever had.” I said, truthfully. I noticed that she hadn’t put her shirt back on, and I prayed that she wouldn’t go retrieve it from where it had been thrown on the floor.
“What isn’t sexy about biology?” She asked, snickering, eating more of her ice cream.
“I never said it wasn’t sexy.”
“I don’t know if I have any more…oh, yes I do.” She got up from her seat and stood between me and the counter. With me on the stool, she was a good 30 centimeters shorter than me. She laced her fingers behind my neck and gently pulled me towards her, off the chair, so we were both standing. There was still a bit of distance between us, but I inched closer to her. Putting back on the sexy voice, she said, “Baby, you turn me on like a lac gene in the presence of lactose.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “See, that was actually pretty sexy. Even though I have absolutely no clue what it means.”
“It’s from—”
I hushed her. “I’m sure it’s very interesting, but I really don’t want to hear it.”
“Why is that?” She asked, smiling up at me.
“I kind of want to do something else.”
“And that is?” I didn’t answer, just destroyed the distance between us. I felt her lips on mine, and while we kissed I rubbed my hands up and down her bare back. She tugged a bit at my bottom lip with her teeth, and I groaned. I felt her hands move under my shirt, and I pulled away for a second and tore it off, throwing it on the floor. We moved back together, and kept kissing. I felt her tongue slip in, and we battled for dominance. I won, and we kept kissing while she pushed me towards the couch.
Not breaking the kiss, I started to move my hands up her chest, eventually coming to her breasts. I felt them through the bra, and she moaned. Finally, that wasn’t enough for either of us, and I reached back and unsnapped it with one hand. She pulled it off and threw it on the floor. I kept feeling her chest, massaging her while we kissed. I moved us around the couch and threw her down on it, jumping on top of her. I slowly moved over to her neck, leaving love bites, and kissed my way down her chest to her breasts. I sucked on one, twisting the nipple of the other, making her gasp. I switched sides and I heard her moan. “Oh, my god, Niall.”
I moved back up to her mouth, grinning cheekily at her. While we kissed, I said, “Like it, then?”
“Shut up, blondie.” We rolled over so she was on top, and while we made out I felt her hand slowly move down to my crotch. She palmed me a bit through my jeans, then, unbearably slowly, she unbuttoned them. I pulled them down, and she kept touching me. She traced the outline of my now very-hard length through my Calvin Cleins. “Excited, are we?” She asked, teasing, and I just grinned into the kiss. She tugged at my waistband a bit, and eventually pulled off my boxers, my length springing up. She slowly fingered the tip, using her thumb to slide the pre-cum down my shaft. She started to pump me, and I groaned with pleasure. She continued to move her hand on me, and she kissed down my neck, leaving love bites here and there. She finally made her way down to my crotch, and she slowly kissed the tip. I gasped. “Don’t tease me, Nell.”
I felt her grin and she engulfed me. She moved her mouth up and down, pumping the parts she couldn’t reach with her hand. I finally felt me hit the back of her mouth and I groaned. I felt something tighten inside me. “Oh, I’m close.” I said, arching my back. I came into her mouth. She pulled me out and swallowed my cum.
I smiled at her. “It’s your turn, birthday girl.” I flipped her over so I was on top and I kissed her neck while I slowly pulled her shorts down. I kissed down her stomach, stopping to pay some attention to her breasts, and she moaned. I reached her panties (white lace, I noticed: matching the bra) and slowly slid them off of her. “Niall,” she said in a throaty whisper.
I started laying wet kisses on her thighs. “Don’t tease me, blondie.” She groaned. I put my hand on her clit and started rubbing circles on it. I switched to my tongue, and she bucked her hips closer to me. I put a finger in her and pumped it in and out. I added another and curled my fingers, hoping to find her g-spot. I heard her scream and I grinned, realizing that I had. She released herself onto my hand and pulled out. I grinned at her and I realized that I was hard again. We started kissing again, and there was a moment of uncertainty. “So, should I…” I trailed off.
“Do you have something?” She asked.
I stood up and pulled her to my bedroom. We kept making out and I reached behind me and opened a drawer on my nightstand. I fumbled around and finally found a small foil wrapped packet, which I pulled out victoriously. “Here we are,” I said, grinning into our kiss. She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth and slowly rolled it onto me. I groaned again. She playfully pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. My length was digging into her thigh. “You sure?” I asked, not wanting to push her into anything.
She laughed and slowly put me into her. She moved up and down on me, each move bringing me closer and closer to my finish. “Oh, I’m…” She said, and I felt her release onto me. Feeling her come made the knot in my chest tighten, and I spilled myself into the condom. She climbed off of me and lay next to me on the bed. I turned so I was facing her. “That was good.” I said after a little while.
“Yeah.” She answered. Standing up, she walked over to her room and came back with some leggings and a shirt on. While she had been gone, I had pulled on some sweatpants. I pulled her close to me, latching my arms around her waist “You smell nice.” I said, twirling her hair in my hands.
“Thanks, Ni.”
“Happy birthday.”
She giggled. “Thanks. Best one I’ve had since…nope, this is the best one I’ve had. Well, it’s not technically my birthday, but you know.”
“I’m glad.” I kissed her lightly on the cheek and released. “Do you want to sleep?”
“Yeah.” She turned to go to her room and I pulled her back.
“No. You’re sleeping here.”
She grinned at me and ruffled my hair a bit. “Whatever you say.”
I pulled her down onto the bed and pulled the blankets over us. I was spooning her, my arms around her waist. “Good night.” I whispered.
“Good night, Nialler.” She whispered back.
“Happy birthday, love. I like you.”
“I like you too.”
Niall’s POV
We were sitting at the kitchen counter, across from each other, on the stools that Liam had bought a few weeks ago. I had fixed us some ice cream, and we had tried putting a candle on hers, but we had ended up almost burning the building down, so we had gone without. I had tried to wash the burn marks off the counter, but to no avail, and I knew the boys would have a few bits to say to me when they noticed.
“So,” I said, shoveling more ice cream into my mouth. “I thought of another reason why I like you.”
“What is it, then?”
“Not to be superficial, but you’re very attractive.”
“Really.” She said, swirling her spoon around. I nodded. “I’m attractive.”
“Yes. I can think of a dozen other words for it, you know, cute, pretty, beautiful, hot, fit, sexy, whatever, but—”
She cut me off. “Sexy?”
“Well, yeah, I mean—”
“Is this sexy, Niall?” She asked, taking the cherry off my ice cream and eating it slowly, puckering her lips.
“Yes.” I said, staring at her, noticing the mischievous smile on her face.
She threw the stem back at me and stood up, walking around the counter. About halfway around, she stopped and pulled her shirt off. My eyes widened, taking in the sight of her. She was barefoot, in just a white lace bra and a pair of red shorts. She had taken her hair down, and it fell leisurely down her back. I felt myself start to get a bit aroused. “Is this sexy?” She asked, cocking her head slightly to the left.
“Um, yes.” I stammered, shifting in my seat.
She walked towards me and stood behind my chair. Wrapping her arms around me, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Is this sexy?” I only nodded slightly, trying not to let my hard-on show. Her arms were crossed around my waist, perilously close to where I wanted her. “Do you want me to say something…sexy, Niall?”
I nodded again and groaned quietly. “If I was an enzyme, I’d be helicase, so I could unzip your genes.” She said, still using the sexy voice she had been before.
I snorted. “What?” I asked, laughing.
She detached herself from me, giggling along with me. “What,” She said, faking offense, “You didn’t like my DNA replication pick-up line?” She grabbed her bowl from the other side of the counter and sat down on the stool next to me.
“That was possibly the weirdest moment I’ve ever had.” I said, truthfully. I noticed that she hadn’t put her shirt back on, and I prayed that she wouldn’t go retrieve it from where it had been thrown on the floor.
“What isn’t sexy about biology?” She asked, snickering, eating more of her ice cream.
“I never said it wasn’t sexy.”
“I don’t know if I have any more…oh, yes I do.” She got up from her seat and stood between me and the counter. With me on the stool, she was a good 30 centimeters shorter than me. She laced her fingers behind my neck and gently pulled me towards her, off the chair, so we were both standing. There was still a bit of distance between us, but I inched closer to her. Putting back on the sexy voice, she said, “Baby, you turn me on like a lac gene in the presence of lactose.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “See, that was actually pretty sexy. Even though I have absolutely no clue what it means.”
“It’s from—”
I hushed her. “I’m sure it’s very interesting, but I really don’t want to hear it.”
“Why is that?” She asked, smiling up at me.
“I kind of want to do something else.”
“And that is?” I didn’t answer, just destroyed the distance between us. I felt her lips on mine, and while we kissed I rubbed my hands up and down her bare back. She tugged a bit at my bottom lip with her teeth, and I groaned. I felt her hands move under my shirt, and I pulled away for a second and tore it off, throwing it on the floor. We moved back together, and kept kissing. I felt her tongue slip in, and we battled for dominance. I won, and we kept kissing while she pushed me towards the couch.
Not breaking the kiss, I started to move my hands up her chest, eventually coming to her breasts. I felt them through the bra, and she moaned. Finally, that wasn’t enough for either of us, and I reached back and unsnapped it with one hand. She pulled it off and threw it on the floor. I kept feeling her chest, massaging her while we kissed. I moved us around the couch and threw her down on it, jumping on top of her. I slowly moved over to her neck, leaving love bites, and kissed my way down her chest to her breasts. I sucked on one, twisting the nipple of the other, making her gasp. I switched sides and I heard her moan. “Oh, my god, Niall.”
I moved back up to her mouth, grinning cheekily at her. While we kissed, I said, “Like it, then?”
“Shut up, blondie.” We rolled over so she was on top, and while we made out I felt her hand slowly move down to my crotch. She palmed me a bit through my jeans, then, unbearably slowly, she unbuttoned them. I pulled them down, and she kept touching me. She traced the outline of my now very-hard length through my Calvin Cleins. “Excited, are we?” She asked, teasing, and I just grinned into the kiss. She tugged at my waistband a bit, and eventually pulled off my boxers, my length springing up. She slowly fingered the tip, using her thumb to slide the pre-cum down my shaft. She started to pump me, and I groaned with pleasure. She continued to move her hand on me, and she kissed down my neck, leaving love bites here and there. She finally made her way down to my crotch, and she slowly kissed the tip. I gasped. “Don’t tease me, Nell.”
I felt her grin and she engulfed me. She moved her mouth up and down, pumping the parts she couldn’t reach with her hand. I finally felt me hit the back of her mouth and I groaned. I felt something tighten inside me. “Oh, I’m close.” I said, arching my back. I came into her mouth. She pulled me out and swallowed my cum.
I smiled at her. “It’s your turn, birthday girl.” I flipped her over so I was on top and I kissed her neck while I slowly pulled her shorts down. I kissed down her stomach, stopping to pay some attention to her breasts, and she moaned. I reached her panties (white lace, I noticed: matching the bra) and slowly slid them off of her. “Niall,” she said in a throaty whisper.
I started laying wet kisses on her thighs. “Don’t tease me, blondie.” She groaned. I put my hand on her clit and started rubbing circles on it. I switched to my tongue, and she bucked her hips closer to me. I put a finger in her and pumped it in and out. I added another and curled my fingers, hoping to find her g-spot. I heard her scream and I grinned, realizing that I had. She released herself onto my hand and pulled out. I grinned at her and I realized that I was hard again. We started kissing again, and there was a moment of uncertainty. “So, should I…” I trailed off.
“Do you have something?” She asked.
I stood up and pulled her to my bedroom. We kept making out and I reached behind me and opened a drawer on my nightstand. I fumbled around and finally found a small foil wrapped packet, which I pulled out victoriously. “Here we are,” I said, grinning into our kiss. She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth and slowly rolled it onto me. I groaned again. She playfully pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. My length was digging into her thigh. “You sure?” I asked, not wanting to push her into anything.
She laughed and slowly put me into her. She moved up and down on me, each move bringing me closer and closer to my finish. “Oh, I’m…” She said, and I felt her release onto me. Feeling her come made the knot in my chest tighten, and I spilled myself into the condom. She climbed off of me and lay next to me on the bed. I turned so I was facing her. “That was good.” I said after a little while.
“Yeah.” She answered. Standing up, she walked over to her room and came back with some leggings and a shirt on. While she had been gone, I had pulled on some sweatpants. I pulled her close to me, latching my arms around her waist “You smell nice.” I said, twirling her hair in my hands.
“Thanks, Ni.”
“Happy birthday.”
She giggled. “Thanks. Best one I’ve had since…nope, this is the best one I’ve had. Well, it’s not technically my birthday, but you know.”
“I’m glad.” I kissed her lightly on the cheek and released. “Do you want to sleep?”
“Yeah.” She turned to go to her room and I pulled her back.
“No. You’re sleeping here.”
She grinned at me and ruffled my hair a bit. “Whatever you say.”
I pulled her down onto the bed and pulled the blankets over us. I was spooning her, my arms around her waist. “Good night.” I whispered.
“Good night, Nialler.” She whispered back.
“Happy birthday, love. I like you.”
“I like you too.”
Notes
Hey.Hey.
So, I know I'm shit at writing the sex scenes
Sorry
Bye x
8/19/13