Flashing Lights | Cillian Murphy x Reader

Chapter Eleven

Cillian's arm draped around my shoulders as he hugged me close to his large frame, his sunglasses concealing his identity from potential "mosquitoes"as he liked to call them, or paparazzi. One hand layed comfortable across my shoulders and the other remained in his dress pants pocket, giving him the allure of a successful man who had nothing to worry about. Then there was me, klutzy, ditzy me, who probably looked like she didn't belong standing next to such an elegant individual.

But with Cillian next to me I didn't feel worried about how I looked, I was content. With his arm around me I was safe.

Cillian led me into what looked like a planetarium, though the most striking detail to me was the lack of people. "I've never been to one of these before," I commented. "Where is everyone?"

Cillian smirked, rubbing his hand over his mouth as if to conceal his smile. "I may have rented it out for the evening." He mused as though it were no big deal. I felt my feet skid to a halt as I stopped and turned to him. "You did what?" I asked, eyes wide in shock. Cillian chuckled, his laugh sending nervous flutters through my stomach as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I wanted it to be special. Now come." His voice was gentle yet commanding and I found myself following behind him as he led me into a room.

The room was dark, save for the beautiful stars visible. Cillian walked over to a blanket and sat down on it, lying onto his back. I followed after him, doing the same and looking as the stars in the planetarium rotated, spinning in and out of galaxies.

"It's beautiful." I felt the words leave my mouth in a breath. I felt his eyes on me and I hesitantly glanced over to look at him, only to look away the moment I saw him looking at me. If I look at him for too long I'll seriously pounce on him. I thought while trying to control the raging hormones that were causing me to practically go into heat in this man's presence.

"I used to come here when I was younger," he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence with his soft irish accent. "My father would take me here and we'd spend ours just watching. I always loved the stars, and it was one of the only things we could agree on. The workers would end up having to kick us out after a while, but eventually we would sneak back in." He began to speak. I could tell his layers were slowly coming undone, picked apart and gently fluttering down, allowing me to access a little deeper inside of his mind. It was only a little bit, and I wanted to badly to reach inside of him and peel away every petal preventing me from fully understanding him. He was so elusive and I wanted to know more.

"Do you get along with your dad?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to bring up any hard topic, but also wanting to dig deeper. Cillian's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as though he were deep in thought and he bit his bottom lip in an unconscious mannerism. "We had differences," he finally said, "but he loved me."

"Loved?" I asked, putting emphasis on the past tense he had used.

"My father passed away." He admitted quietly. I looked at him, rolling over onto my side so I was propped up on my elbow to look at him. I reached out with my other hand and gently placed it on top of his much larger one. His entire body stiffened for a moment, as if my touching him was the last thing he expected, but suddenly he rolled onto his side to look at me. I felt like I'd crumble beneath his eyes of ice, so gentle and yet so piercing. They looked deep into me, flipping through my pages and forcing my understanding.

He suddenly moved over to me. He positioned himself so his larger frame was almost above me in stature as he moved his hand to caress my cheek. I felt my face flush, my ears becoming hot as I couldn't help but break eye contact yet again. "Look at me." His voice commanded and I had to obey, forcing myself to look into his eyes. I struggled not to become embarrassed as he looked deeply at me, expression unreadable as his thumb brushed over my cheek, falling down to gently move over my bottom lip.

Cillian smiled a little suddenly as my eyes fluttered closed almost on instinct. "You are so red right now." My eyes shot open and suddenly I socked him hard in the arm. "Shut up!"

He cackled, falling onto his back in laughter. "Ow!" He exclaimed, holding the spot where I hit him. I giggled and covered my face in my hands, trying to hide how evidently I was blushing. "I'm sorry! I've never done this before. I'm nervous." I stammered, turning away so I didn't have to look at him.

He slowly regained his composure, moving back over to me carefully, eyeing me suspiciously to make sure I wouldn't hit him again. "Is this your first time being alone with a man?" He mused almost playfully, eyeing me up and down like a lion stalking prey. I felt a chill of arousal at his attention and felt myself shy away. "Y-yes." I finally admitted, much to my embarrassment.

"Hm." He smirked, moving closer to me again. "And... you know I'm much older than you are, correct?" He said, hand snaking around to hold onto my waist as he began to move my body closer to his. I could feel his body heat radiating off of him from our proximity and I felt suddenly I might pass out. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I knew my hands were incredibly sweaty from nerves.

I nodded in response to his question as his hand moved up and down my side, sending a tickling sensation through my body which caused me to jump away from him. He smirked, moving his hand to rest on my back as his face moved even closer to mine. "You aren't... scared?" He whispered, crystal blue eyes looking at mine. I felt a shuddered breath leave my
lips as his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips.

"I'm terrified." I admitted. His eyebrow raised. "Oh? Afraid I'll hurt you?" He asked, his voice soft, almost as though he was offended. "The opposite." I said quickly, trying to regain control, which I had none- Cillian was in the lead. And I was completely submissive before him.

"You have no idea what a girl like you does to a man like me." He spoke as his face ducked to kiss my neck softly. I let a small whimper escape my lips as he gently nipped at the soft skin on my neck. His hands settled themselves on my waist as he moved down my jawline, causing me to squirm and wrap my arms around his neck. In that moment, I was ready to give it all to him. To losing my virginity in a planetarium.

Suddenly he stopped, moving away from me and looking me in my eyes. "Is something wrong?" I asked. He laughed nervously and shook his head. "No, I.... I think we should stop." He finally said. I felt my heart drop along with my stomach. "W-why?" I stammered, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"No, darling, you didn't do anything. I... truth be told, I value your purity too much to take it right now." He finally said, running a hand through his dark hair. I felt my heart swell suddenly. He respects me.

"Tell you what. I'll drive you back to set, we can have some wine, and then I'll take you out again soon. Sound good?" He asked, cupping my cheek in his hand yet again. I melted in his touch, smiling. "Okay."

"Good girl."