You Know You're Holding My Heart - Cheryl and Liam

We Can Fall In Love In One Night

I'm back, baby. Sorry it took so long, I had a mighty fine case of writer's block.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

;)

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There are calloused fingers running slowly up and down her outer thigh, a warm muscled chest pressed securely against her own, all the while a hot and eager mouth leaves a purple bruise on her pulse point.

Her fingernails bite into the muscle of his strong shoulders, where she's gripping onto him for dear life, keening and pushing, trying to force him lower to where she needs him.

He chuckles lightly against her skin, sending a flood of warmth straight through her, "patience, baby", his voice is thick with arousal as he turns his head to press a hot kiss onto her lips.

Cheryl whines into his mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him even more, pulling him as close as is humanly possible. She's so desperate she thinks she might die if he doesn't touch her soon.

His hands find purchase on her hips, stilling them where she was trying to buck against him, licking into her mouth slowly, he's trying to kill her, he really is. He skims his fingers up her sides, until he reaches her chest, brushing a feather light touch across her nipple. She gasps into his mouth, rolling her hips gently to remind him of exactly where she wants him, moaning desperately into his mouth when she feels how hard he is against her.

"Fuck, you're so wet", he whispers against her mouth, "you really need it, don't you baby?"

She nods vigorously, pushing at his shoulders again, "yes, Liam, please, I need – fuck", she keens, as he presses a knuckle against her clit.

Her back arches, and he takes her nipple into his mouth, fingers finally sliding into her.

When Cheryl wakes up her clit is throbbing and her knickers are completely soaked through. She hasn't had sex in a good 7 or 8 months. She's frustrated; she knows that, anybody with a sex drive who has gone as long without as Cheryl has would be.

She's feeling keyed up and desperate. Not for just sex, but for sex with Liam. She wants him so much she's starting to dream about it, and what a nice dream it was.

She needs him.

Her cunt throbs again, and she pushes herself out of bed to get herself off in the shower.

And if she whimpers Liam's name when she comes, that's entirely between her and her shower head.

...

Lily comes around for breakfast, bringing with her three dresses sent over by Cheryl's stylist as options for the Music Industry Trust Awards (or as Cheryl and Liam continue to call it, Simon's Award Thingy).

She waltzes in the door, talking on the phone to Shane about something Cheryl doesn't care about, unceremoniously dropping a bag filled with delicious smelling food on the kitchen counter, and trotting upstairs to lay the garment bags filled with expensive dresses on Cheryl's bed.

Meanwhile, Cheryl stares into her cup of tea, smiling like a loon at the memory of her dream.

It was a really good dream.

"I got you banana bread, and I remembered to ask them to burn it, so I definitely deserve a raise. Do you still have butter? Do you need more tea? I see you made a pot. Do you want a refill? And you are not listening to a word I say, are you?" Lily says as she comes back in the room.