Foadie
War Child
All right gals. This is steamy. A warning because of incredibly explicit material...but I know that's just skippy for you gals! Have fun....it's the finale at the moment.
PART V
Larry sunk into the crisp hotel sheets, the taste of Alanna?s lips lingering on his. Why the hell did I do that? He was usually more of a person to watch and listen than to take action. But when he did take action, it was drastic and unexpected. When he spoke out, people listened. He knew that was the trick. Bono was always talking, jabbering, socializing, and Larry thought that to be why people paid less attention when he had something to say.
Now he lay in the darkness, thinking whether he had done a good thing or not. He had felt the desire for Alanna almost as soon as he met her. She was like a doll, to be cradled and held; yet she had a soul of ice. Obviously her heart was good; she had returned his kiss with equal pressure.
There was a knock at his bedroom door. He froze, then slowly went and opened it. Alanna stood there, her eyes looking at the ground.
My heart froze still when I saw him. His hair was tousled and his eyes looked haunted. He wore no shirt, just a pair of soft black pants. When I got the nerve to speak, my voice was soft and lustful.
?Ah, I was wondering if I could get something a bit more?comfortable to wear.?
Larry?s eyes swept my body, which was still encased in the slinky black thing I had been wearing a long time now. He reached out and took my wrist, pulling me inside. He shut the door, which made hot chills run up my spine.
?I should have something you could wear for sleeping,? he said, walking to the closet. He pulled out a pair of black drawstring pants.
?Do you want a tank top or a T-shirt??
?Ah?a tank top if it?s not too big.?
?I?ll find one that?s tight on me.?
He found a thin black one that made my mouth water to think how good he would look in something that tight. He handed me the clothes. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. His things were laid out on the counter, some deodorant, a hairbrush, cologne, and a toothbrush. I slipped out of my dress and put on the pants and top. The pants were a bit baggy, but the top clung nicely to my skin. I washed my face and ran his brush through my hair, careful to pick the auburn strands out afterwards. The clothes smelled like the cloak he had given me, and I pressed the shirt to my face.
When I walked out, he was sitting on the bed watching me, that haunted look in his eyes. I smiled softly and thanked him, and then went over to the window, which glowed with lights from the city. After a minute, I felt him come up behind me. When I turned, he was staring out at the city, his eyes glowing black in the darkness and reflection from the lights outside.
?It?s so beautiful when you don?t know what?s really out there,? I said quietly.
?I think everything is like that.?
?No, not everything. Some things are worth getting to know the inside of.?
Larry?s hands went on my waist and pulled me up against him. By now I was used to his touches, but my muscles flexed like I was ready to jump, and Larry laughed softly in my ear, his warm breath ruffling my hair and tickling my cheek. He gently turned me in his arms and spoke quietly, making my whole body flame up with heat.
?Alanna, I barely know you. Yet I feel like I have forever. You interest me, and you have from the second I met you. I?m not one to be so fast, but I need you.?
He wrapped his arms tightly around me and spoke against my lips.
?What do you say, doll??
?Larry, I?m scared. I don?t really know you either, but it doesn?t matter. The only time I feel safe is when I?m near you. I could have slept in my dress! I just wanted to be near you, to learn about you. Why??
?Sometimes it?s better not to ask why,? he replied.
His lips were on mine before I had a chance to speak again. First he was gentle, and then pressed harder, licking my lips and parting them with his tongue. I bit his lower lip softly making him moan and the heat from his body enveloping me. The skin of his bare chest was burning hot and I pressed my lower body against him harder, pushing him to the limit. His hands were running through my hair, then down my shoulders and back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him. I could feel him hardening beneath me, and then I needed him. Our clothes dropped and he pushed me down on the bed, the weight of his body incredibly welcome. He teased me back with his tongue and the finally pushed into me, not hard like the guys in my gang, but gentle yet passionate and urgent. When it was over we lay tangled together and talked the night away about everything and nothing. My heart soared and a calm sugary feeling spread through my body. I shivered and he asked if I was cold. I said no, I was happy. He pulled me closer anyway, and we continued talking softly.
As he spoke about what it was like being in a band, I realized what that feeling was. For the first time in my life, I was loved.
PART V
Larry sunk into the crisp hotel sheets, the taste of Alanna?s lips lingering on his. Why the hell did I do that? He was usually more of a person to watch and listen than to take action. But when he did take action, it was drastic and unexpected. When he spoke out, people listened. He knew that was the trick. Bono was always talking, jabbering, socializing, and Larry thought that to be why people paid less attention when he had something to say.
Now he lay in the darkness, thinking whether he had done a good thing or not. He had felt the desire for Alanna almost as soon as he met her. She was like a doll, to be cradled and held; yet she had a soul of ice. Obviously her heart was good; she had returned his kiss with equal pressure.
There was a knock at his bedroom door. He froze, then slowly went and opened it. Alanna stood there, her eyes looking at the ground.
My heart froze still when I saw him. His hair was tousled and his eyes looked haunted. He wore no shirt, just a pair of soft black pants. When I got the nerve to speak, my voice was soft and lustful.
?Ah, I was wondering if I could get something a bit more?comfortable to wear.?
Larry?s eyes swept my body, which was still encased in the slinky black thing I had been wearing a long time now. He reached out and took my wrist, pulling me inside. He shut the door, which made hot chills run up my spine.
?I should have something you could wear for sleeping,? he said, walking to the closet. He pulled out a pair of black drawstring pants.
?Do you want a tank top or a T-shirt??
?Ah?a tank top if it?s not too big.?
?I?ll find one that?s tight on me.?
He found a thin black one that made my mouth water to think how good he would look in something that tight. He handed me the clothes. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. His things were laid out on the counter, some deodorant, a hairbrush, cologne, and a toothbrush. I slipped out of my dress and put on the pants and top. The pants were a bit baggy, but the top clung nicely to my skin. I washed my face and ran his brush through my hair, careful to pick the auburn strands out afterwards. The clothes smelled like the cloak he had given me, and I pressed the shirt to my face.
When I walked out, he was sitting on the bed watching me, that haunted look in his eyes. I smiled softly and thanked him, and then went over to the window, which glowed with lights from the city. After a minute, I felt him come up behind me. When I turned, he was staring out at the city, his eyes glowing black in the darkness and reflection from the lights outside.
?It?s so beautiful when you don?t know what?s really out there,? I said quietly.
?I think everything is like that.?
?No, not everything. Some things are worth getting to know the inside of.?
Larry?s hands went on my waist and pulled me up against him. By now I was used to his touches, but my muscles flexed like I was ready to jump, and Larry laughed softly in my ear, his warm breath ruffling my hair and tickling my cheek. He gently turned me in his arms and spoke quietly, making my whole body flame up with heat.
?Alanna, I barely know you. Yet I feel like I have forever. You interest me, and you have from the second I met you. I?m not one to be so fast, but I need you.?
He wrapped his arms tightly around me and spoke against my lips.
?What do you say, doll??
?Larry, I?m scared. I don?t really know you either, but it doesn?t matter. The only time I feel safe is when I?m near you. I could have slept in my dress! I just wanted to be near you, to learn about you. Why??
?Sometimes it?s better not to ask why,? he replied.
His lips were on mine before I had a chance to speak again. First he was gentle, and then pressed harder, licking my lips and parting them with his tongue. I bit his lower lip softly making him moan and the heat from his body enveloping me. The skin of his bare chest was burning hot and I pressed my lower body against him harder, pushing him to the limit. His hands were running through my hair, then down my shoulders and back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him. I could feel him hardening beneath me, and then I needed him. Our clothes dropped and he pushed me down on the bed, the weight of his body incredibly welcome. He teased me back with his tongue and the finally pushed into me, not hard like the guys in my gang, but gentle yet passionate and urgent. When it was over we lay tangled together and talked the night away about everything and nothing. My heart soared and a calm sugary feeling spread through my body. I shivered and he asked if I was cold. I said no, I was happy. He pulled me closer anyway, and we continued talking softly.
As he spoke about what it was like being in a band, I realized what that feeling was. For the first time in my life, I was loved.
I hope there will be a sequel to this story--one where we get to see Larry in his tight tank tops! *grin to Echo* 
