Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Twelve

I can hear my hear beat. Im going to pass out. Actually pass out. I can feel Garys strong arm wrap around my waist holding me up, my hand gripping the fabric of his other sleeve. When i dont say anything Amanda carries on.
"Hes in hospital.." She explains, taking my other hand. "Libby, hes had a stroke."
The tears are seriously threatening to fall, but i dont even try to stop them. I just let them fall, cascading down my cheeks, i cant move to wipe them away. Gary pulls me into his chest, his other hand snaking round my neck. Thank God hes here.
"Oh God, Libby..." I hear his soft voice in my hair. He doesnt say anything else, instead he just pulls me closer. I shut my eyes against his chest.
"Can you-  Err- do you think you could drive her home?- err, Gary?" I hear Amanda ask.
"No." Garys answer is short. "I want to hold her. And if im driving, i cant hold her."
I think Amanda nods as she steps aside and beckons Gary through the door. She leads him up to my office and he follows, still griping me firmly round the waist.

I dont know how long i sit in Garys arms for, 10 minuets maybe? Half an hour? I dont have a clue. After a while though, the tears have stopped and i find the strength to speak.
"Thank you." I whisper, pulling away from Gary so i can see his beautiful face. He just shakes his head.
"Dont be silly Babe, i coudnt leave you like this could i?"
I feel guilty, so so guilty, but i cant help but want him. Hes so lovely, so thoughtful and kind and beautiful and i just want him every second of every day. The man in front of me here isnt Gary Barlow, the Take That front man and national treasure. Hes just Gary, normal, beautiful, down-to-earth Gary.  Tentatively i reach up and gently plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Shall i take you home now?" He asks, i nod in response.
"Yes please."

Gary helps me back into the car and pulls away from the drive way. He places his hand on the top of my thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. I put my hand on top of his and entwine our fingers, showing him the most pathetic smile. Its all i can manage.
Twenty minuets later Gary pulls up out side my house, taking the keys from my hands he helps me inside and into the living room.
"Here you go," Gary smiles, setting me down on the settee. "Wait here, ill go and get you a proper drink."
Moments later Gary returns to the room carring a bottle of whiskey and a glass, he pours a little then hands it to me. "Down in one." He smiles, its a welcome smile that im glad to see, it warms me from top to toe as i take the glass and do as instructed.
"Better?" He smiles again, taking the Glass from me and placing it on the floor along with the bottle. I nod with a smile.
"Yes thanks." I whisper. "I dont know what i would have done with out you Gary..." I grasp his hand in mine.
"Its just a good job i was here then wasnt it? Do you want to go and see him?" Shit. The thought of visiting hadent even crossed my mind. I shake my head slowly.
"No. Not like this. Not today. It wouldn't be fair."
Gary nods understandingly. "Okay, got any calls you need to make then?" He smiles encouragingly, perching on he edge of the sofa next to me.
"I should probably call mom." I mutter.
"Alright." Gary smiles. "I'll leave you to it."
"No! Stay." I urge, grabbing his hand again. If hes here i know i wont break down in tears. Gary sits back down silently as i dial the number.
"Hi Mom." I begin. "Its me."

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Two hours later im under a blanket on the sofa, Garys arm wrapped around my shoulder. I havent been very sociable really, ive just been sat here, waiting for it all to actually sink in.
"How you feeling?" Gary asks, stroking a strand of hair off my face with his spare hand.
"Better." I smile encouragingly up at him, trying desperately to show him how grateful i am. "Dont you have anywhere you need to be?"
"Nowhere more important than this." He smiles. "I want to make sure your okay Libby." God hes so perfect. Slowly, Gary leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. Instinctively, i tip my head back so my lips reach his. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as i twist my fingers into his hair. I hear Gary moan slightly at the feeling so i run my tongue over his lips, willing them to part. Reluctantly, i notice, they do. Before Gary pulls away, holding me at arms length.
"You know where this is going to do dont you?" He asks, he seems serious.
"Yes." I nod.
"And is this what you want?"
I think about his question for a couple of seconds. Yes. It is. I dont know whether its right or not, but right now i know that it most definitely is what i want.
"Yes." I nod again.
"Your sure?"
"Yes!" I find im smiling for the first time in hours, grinning in fact. I lean in and kiss him again, this time he opens his lips willingly and i slip my tongue inside, exploring his mouth once again. Gary grabs my waist with his hands and pulls me on top of him. I slip my knees down either side so i straddle him, our lips never loosing contact. I run hands down the front of his chest and reach the hemline of his shirt, quickly i untook it and run my hands around his hips.
"I love you. You know that dont you?" Gary murmurs onto my mouth. What?! I pull away from the kiss quickly, but leave my hands where they are.
"What?" I ask, staring at his beautiful face.
"What?"
"What did you just say?" I can feel my heartbeat inceasing.
"I said i loved you." Gary looks confused as he answers my question. Did he just say that? Did he actually just say that? Did Gary Barlow  just say he loved me? I cant contain myself, in a milisecond ive thrown my self at him, our lips crashing together once more.
"Fuck!" Gary moans, biting down on my bottom lip. "I think ill say that more often!"
I cant help but smile into the kiss before pulling away. "I dont want to do this here." I smile. "Lets go to bed."

Seconds later im sat at the bottom of my bed, knees dangling over the edge, Gary stood infront of me.
"Come here..." I whisper, opening my arms out wide. He crawls inbetween them as i close them around his neck. Hes wearing that lopsided grin. Oh good God.
Quickly i use my nimble fingers to undo his shirt buttons as he does the same to my dress.
"Garyy." I moan against his lips as he drags his fingertips down my lower back. He helps me shimmy out of the dress before i push the shirt off his shoulders and move down to his trousers. I can see him clearly already. He wants me.
Taking my time now, i gently unbutton his trousers and drag them down. I watch as he hardens further in anticipation under his boxers.
"Hurry up..." He moans, staring down at me with hungry eyes. I just stare back at him and shake my head. Hes standing in front of me again now, whilst i sit on the edge of the bed again. Slowly, i drag my fingers under the waist band of his boxers, tugging at them slightly. Enough is enough. Gently, i drag down his boxers and he immediately springs free. And there he is. Gary Barlow standing gloriously naked in front of me. I stare hungrily at his impressive length before grinning up at him.
"Fuck." He hisses, as i take my tongue and lick up the under side of his shaft. Im in control. I repeat my action again before swirling my tongue around his tip,and around again. Gary tips his head back as he closes his eyes.
I take this as a sign to take him into my mouth.
"ARGH, shit!" He moans as i begin to move my mouth down his shaft. His fingers instantly find their way into my hair, twisting and pulling, moving my mouth faster along his long length. I tighten my lips around him, gazing him with my teeth.
"Im gonna come Libby!" He hisses, but i dont stop, i carry on until the i feel him hit the back wall of my throat.
"Libby no!" He hisses again, but i just keep repeating himself until i feel a jet of hot liquid shoot into my mouth...