Till Death us do part...(Liam Payne) Book 3 of Evie/Liam

Part 35

 After Liam retrieved the overnight bag, Eva pulled on her nightgown. Liam was looking through the drawers, hoping to find something to wear other than just boxers. He turned around, holding sweat pants in this hands. "Evie! What they heck!" he wailed.

"What? You love this and you know it." She had brought her long-sleeved flannel nightgown. "It's a good thing I did, too. If I had brought what you liked, I'd have to hide up here!"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Lets go get dinner. I'm hungry."

Liam's mom and dad were already at the table, waiting. Liam slipped into a seat and Eva sat next to him. "I put your clothes in the washer. I make no promises about that frosting, but we will see." Karen said.

Liam pinched Eva. She jumped and then said, "I'm really sorry Mrs.Payne. I will clean up the yard tomorrow. I had no right to act so crazy."

"Please, call me Karen or mum, Eva. I keep telling you that. And you do have a right to be angry, dear. I understand. Don't worry about the garden. Geoff went out and got fish and chips. Help yourself." Eva looked at the food. Fish. Ew. And she couldn't eat french fries. Liam loaded up his plate and started to eat. Karen looked at Eva. "Aren't you hungry, dear?"

"Uh, no. I'm okay. Thanks. I'm just going to go back up and read, if that's okay?" Eva said. Karen nodded her head and Eva pushed her chair back and started to stand up.

"Evie doesn't like fish, mum. Especially not fried." Liam told her.

"Oh. I didn't know. At least eat some chips." Karen said.

Liam sighed. "She doesn't like chips, either." Eva gave him a dirty looked and walked away from the table and back up to his room. She grabbed her book out of the overnight bag, laid down and tried to read. She heard someone come up the stairs. It wasn't Liam. It was Karen.

"Are you sure you don't want something, honey? What do you eat at home if you don't like dinner?"

"Uh, I make the dinner, so..." Eva started.

"No. I meant when you were a little girl?" Karen asked.

"My mom didn't cook."

"Oh. Okay. Well, let me know if you get hungry. I can make you something." Karen left the room.

A few minutes later, Liam came in. "You know you are being a fish egg, right?"

"No, I'm trying to not be a fish egg and cause a big scene. I didn't want to hurt your mom's feelings. Then you go and rat me out. Now, I'm embarrassed. How's that for a complete turn around?"

Liam sat on the edge of the bed. "Look, this is turning into a fight. Let's follow our new rules. I'm calling you a fish egg. You disagree. Your argument is that you didn't want to hurt feelings. I am saying you are a drama queen who was upset she didn't like dinner and wants to throw herself a pity party. Who's right?"

Eva sat up. "Did you just call me a drama queen?"

"Yep."

"I am not a drama queen!" Eva said.

"Want me to prove it, because I can. Isn't that the new rule? Discuss calmly? Reason 1. You threw your engagement ring in my face. Drama Queen. Reason 2. You run away and wait for people to find you. Drama Queen. Reason 3. You can bring on the tears faster than anyone, for any reason, and you do it so I will give in to whatever you want. Drama Queen. Reason 4..."

"STOP! Fine. I'm a drama queen. But that doesn't mean I was being one just now. I didn't cry. I chose to walk away instead of making it a big deal. I didn't want to be a fish egg." Eva said.

"You are lying." Liam said. Eva huffed at him. "Huff all you want. I've spent two years studying you, learning how your brain works. You came up here to feel sorry for yourself."

Eva turned away from him.

"And now comes the part when I am supposed to comfort you and say sorry, right? You are bringing up the tears." Liam said. "Look, I love you. More than anything. And sometimes I do like it when are dramatic and I get to play the hero, but when are doing it just to make me feel bad, that's not fair. I did nothing wrong. You are being a fish egg. Admit it." Eva huffed one more time. "Evangeline. Let's hear it."

"Fine. I did want to feel sorry for myself. I'm being a fish egg."

"Holy Fucking Crap." Liam stood up, walked around the bed so he could see her face, knelt down and said, "Say it again."

"I'm being a fish egg. A huge massive giant fish egg."

Liam jumped forward, knocking her back onto the bed, kissing her face over and over. "Say it again!"

"I'm a fish egg!"

Liam groaned "That is so sexy. And in this granny gown? I'm not going to be able to control myself." He took his hands and ran them up under the nightgown and said, "One more time."

Now, Eva was giggling. "I'm a fish egg!"

Liam attacked her, pulling off the horrible nightgown and kissing her, over and over. He ran his hands up and down her legs and began to skim her neck with his lips. "I didn't think I could love you anymore than I already did. Wow. You have blown my mind tonight and now I am going to return the favor." he said as he pushed his pants down and out of his way.

"Slow, Liam. Please. Make love to me. Please."

"Anything for you, Evie." he said nuzzling her neck. He positioned himself between her thighs, caressing them with his hands. Moving his mouth back to hers, he used his hand to make sure she was ready for him. She groaned into his mouth, letting him know he was pleasing her. He used his other hand to steady himself, placing it by Eva's shoulder. She used her own hands to fondle his back, his sides, any part of him he could reach. Sensing that she was ready, he took his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers. He put his mouth by her ear and murmured, "You taste amazing. Do you want me to..."

"No, I want you in me. Now. Please." She moved her knees up farther, forcing her legs to part wider. Liam nestled himself down onto her body and used his manhood to fulfill her request. He placed both hands under her arms, resting on his forearms, wanting to be as close to her as possible as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, kissing her slowly, using his tongue against hers, taking his time, making time stand still. The pleasure built so gradually, she was surprised by the orgasm that made her arch her back and caused her wail, "YES!". Liam had his climax moments later and slumped on top of her, spent by the effort he had just put forth. His head lay by her breast and he was fondling her nipple with his nose and lips. Eva had both her arms wrapped around his neck. "That was amazing, Liam. Thank you."

"Thank you?" he laughed. "That makes it sound like a did the dishes or something."

She used one hand to smack the back of his head.

"Ow! And now you are abusing me!"

"You needed that." she laughed. "Liam?"

"Hmm?"

"What do I taste like? I know what you taste like."

He rolled off her and threw her nightgown at her. "You first." he said, standing up and pulling his clothes on.

"Salt. Salt in hot runny jello." she said.

"Okay, that is not attractive at all." He pulled her up, off the bed and she straightened her nightgown. "Come on. I want to finish my now cold dinner and I will find something for you to eat. I know you are hungry. All you've eaten since breakfast is hot runny jello and cake."

"I didn't eat the jello." she giggled. He slapped her butt."Hey!" she yelled. "Don't do that. And you never answered me."

"I will spank you whenever you are being cheeky. And strawberry icecream." Liam said.

"You liar!" she said.

"Well, it's more romantic than hot, runny jello!"