Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Seventy Nine

  "Yes?.." I push the word out. Urging him on.
"You know it was all her right?" Garys voice is quiet, and im not actually sure whether its because he doesnt want to wake Ethan, who is finally sound asleep in the moses basket next to him, or because its a sensitive subject. I choose not to say anything. "You know i didnt want her to do that right?" Gary carries on, shifting slightly to look at me. "You know i didnt want to kiss her? Because i love you, i love you and only you. I dony feel anything for her, anything.I tried to stop her, i was going to explain it all when i saw you there but then you ran out, and then you fell and then...."
"I know. I believe you Gary." I whisper, putting my plate onto the floor and climbing onto his lap.
"You do?" He asks hopefully into my hair.
"Yes." I stroke my fingers down his biceps, nuzzling further into his neck. "I love you."
"I love you too." He sighs, his long fingers stroking down my back. "I love you both." Gary places a hand on Ethans stomach, who is now gargling quietly to himself, and tickles him slightly. He just gargles more in response.
"When will he talk?" Gary mutters, lightening the mood as he grins.
"Give him a chance." I giggle, twisting on his lap so i can see Ethan better. "Hes only five days old!"
"I know, i know." Gary beams down at him before turning back to me. "Im just inpatient."
"I could sort that out you know..." I mutter, drawing patterns with my ring finger in his stubble. Im sure he groans slightly as he shuts his eyes, leaning into my hand, before composing himself and leaning away.
"No Libby. You heard what the doctors said."
"But the doctor isnt here..." I pout. Gary just throws me a look and i know theres no point in even trying to have this argument.
"Sorry..." I mutter, twisting my engagement ring around on my finger.
"Oi." Gary pokes me in the ribs making me jolt slightly. "Dont make me feel like its my fault."
"It is your fault." I sulk, climbing off Garys lap and lifting Ethan over my shoulder.

Im sat in Ethans room feeding him in the white arm chair when Gary approaches again, stopping at the threshold and leaning his head on the door frame.
"You're not seriously sulking because i wont have sex with you are you?" He raises an eyebrow and his tone is slightly patronising.
"No." I avoid his eye contact.
"You actually are!" Gary half laughs as he strides into the room.
"No im not!" I insist, slightly embarrassed by my immature attitude. Fucks sake Libby, get a grip.
"Yes you are." Gary crouches down at my feet, his hands resting on my knees.
"Gary." scowl, pulling my knees away, "Im trying to feed Ethan. Go away."
"Go away?" He smirks, "Thirty seconds ago you wanted me to have sex with you and now you're telling me to go away?"
I squirm in the seat slightly, aware that his point is more than perfectly valid.
"Thought so." He grins up at me, lowering his lips to my knee and planting a soft kiss. Is the bastard doing it on purpose?
"Fuck off Barlow." I hiss, but i cant hide the small smile as i lift Ethan back up onto my shoulder, rhythmically stroking his back.
"I came to say goodnight to my son, so no." He smirks back, a smug glint in his eye.
"You do know you're a bastard dont you?" I giggle, i cant keep the pretence up any longer.
"Yes." He grins, taking Ethan off me so he can say goodnight. "But you love it dont you?"
"No," I raise an eyebrow. "It drives me up the fucking wall." I take Ethan back and kiss him gently on the head before lowering him into his ridiculously expensive cot and tucking him in.

"Come off it." Gary whispers as we close the door quietly as possible. "You love the bastard."
"Only when hes giving me what i want." I smirk. Before i can say anything else i feel Garys hands on my hips, pushing me back into our bedroom so i hit the wardrobe, his lips crash onto mine, his tongue slipping through my parted lips.
"Is this good enough for you?" He hisses, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. I just moan in response, tangling my fingers into his hair. "Is this good enough Libby?!"
I just moan again, pulling his lips back down onto mine as his hands slide up my thighs, pulling my nighty up my body over my head.
"Yes." I breathe quickly. Boy can he kiss. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and drag it over his head, letting it drop to the floor as i run my hands down over his firm abs to the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms.
"Not yet." He growls, pulling my hands away and holding them in his down by my sides. "If i hurt you im going to stop, understand?"
"Yes." I pant, reaching for his waistband again, i can feel him, already hard against my thigh.
"Libby do you understand?" He asks again, once more pulling my hands away from him.
"Yes!" I groan louder this time.
"Good." Gary mutters, before his lips crash down onto mine again. I moan at the sensation as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. I take the opportunity to push down his bottoms, his erection springing free immediately.
"Bed." He chokes against my ear as he walks me back against the bed, unfastening my bra at the same time. Once thats off, his lips are attached to my neck as he sucks on my pulse points.
"Gary!" I gasp, my fingers in his hair once more. He pushes his knees between my legs as he lowers me quickly onto the bed, making me wince slightly.

Instantly Gary pulls away, leaving my body cold. No, no. Fucking no.
"Gary!" I make a grab for him but he pulls away.
"I said if i hurt you id stop. Youve just proved me right now get into bed."
"What?" I stare up at him in wide eyed shock.
"You heard me get into bed."
"B-but Gary!" I protest, as he pulls back the covers, pressing a finger to my lips as he does. "You cant do that!" I blurt.
"I can." He grips my waist and pulls me up into the bed. I go willingly, im too weak to resist him.
"B-but you're still hard..." I chew on my bottom lip.
"I can take care of that." Gary smirks, walking round to his side of the bed and sitting on the edge. Oh know he doesnt.
"Gary no!" I pratically cry. "Stop being a bastard! At least let me do it?..."
Gary just raises an eyebrow at me in response. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." The word is out of my mouth before ive thought about it.
"Well put this on." He drags his burgundy t-shirt from under his pillow and throws it at me. "Just so im not tempted..."

I grin like the Cheshire cat as i pull the t-shirt over my head at lightening pace.
"Oh your back." I grin, pushing Gary down by the shoulder so hes lying sideways across the bed.
"Yes miss," He smirks back, raising his eyebrow as i straddle his thighs.
A throaty groan slips though his lips as i gasp the bottom of his length in one hand, slowly, i pull my hand up to his tip, biting my lip at the same time. Gary shuts his eyes tightly, his mouth slightly open as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my thighs.
"Fuck, Libby..." He breathes out as i repeat my actions, slightly faster. "Lib you're mouth." He grunts, his eyes still screwed shut. I bite my bottom lip and chose to ignore him, afterall, im doing him a favour as it is right? I continue to fist his length at a fast pace, in next to no time i feel him tighten in my hand, his fingers digging further into my thighs and his breaths more laboured as he draws closer.
"Come on Gaz." I mutter playfully, but before the words are even out of my mouth i feel his warmth covering both my hand and his own chest.