After Midnight | lrh

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I set Ruby down on the bed gently before removing my tux coat and bow tie as quickly as possible. I join her then, laying alongside her on the bed. She's stretched as long as she can go, her tank top rising above the flare of her hip and stomach and I can't resist touching her, my fingertips lightly taping a rhythm on her exposed skin. The deep belly breaths she's taking to even her breath grow ragged again and when I look at her face, her eyes are closed and she's biting softly on her lip.

She drives me crazy.

The gentleman in me has apparently retired for the night as my hand wanders upward over her ribs and around her back until I meet the place where the clasp of her bra should be. I'm now the one biting my lip to steady a ragged breath when I realize she isn't wearing one.  I freeze, suddenly feeling more like a horny teenager than an experienced rock star. We are laying face to face and  touching from chest to thigh, but I'm not sure if I should be more worried about her feeling my pounding heart or the, ahem, evidence of my excitement about her bra status.

For the second time tonight, I realize that while I was lost in thought, she was making decisions of her own as her lips connect with the hollow of my throat and she sucks gently. All formed thoughts leave my brain when my skin goes electric everywhere her mouth touches as she kisses a path from my throat to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and moving across my shoulder.

The plan was for me to seduce her, but it's me that's putty in her hands. So I do the only thing I can - I roll to my back, and let her take control.

--- RUBY ---

The moment Luke realizes I've gone without a bra is just as great as I hoped it would be. I'd been feeling out of my element as he showered me with thoughtful plans and kindness. I never pegged him for the romantic of the band- my money had always firmly been on Ash for things like this, but I am more than happy to be wrong if it means a night like this. But when the ball is firmly back in my court after his revelation, I am ready to take advantage. I kiss him in the places I already know he likes until he shifts helplessly onto his back, allowing me free access to his body.

I grin like a mad woman as I roll with him to straddle his hips. I make quick work of removing his tux pants and gold boots without removing myself from my position, uninterested in pretending this is headed anywhere else. It's my turn to admire him in my bed as he had me the night before. His open tux shirt reveals a sprinkle of golden hair, a chain with several charms and his toned stomach. My gaze roams slowly over his fitted undergarments, and the sizeable bulge there, down muscular thighs and back up to rest on his gorgeous face. He shifts restlessly as I admire him, and I giggle softly at the notion that I may be making him feel as nervous as he'd made me.

His hands move to my hips and tug me toward him, creating friction between our bodies that makes me lose my train of thought. It's his turn to giggle as he speaks in a voice rough with desire, "So, who's overdressed now?"

With that, he wastes no time and discards my tank top to take a long appreciative look at me before wrapping his arms around my waist until we are face to face and his mouth find mine. He brings a hand to my cheek, holding me in place as he nips at my bottom lip for more access. When his other hand finds its way around my ribs and breast, I gasp and he uses my breathlessness to shift the balance again. When he rolls us over so I am under him again, he positions one thigh between mine to bear his weight and hovers above me.  His hot mouth makes its way down my throat and to my chest, stopping to sprinkle kisses and bites until I squirm against his well-placed leg. I feel the rumble of his laugh against me as he moves down my abdomen before biting at the edge of my panties, pulling them down my thighs with his teeth. He uses one foot to fling them across the room as his mouth makes its way to the most sensitive places on my body and he shows me his oral talents didn't end with kissing or vocal harmonies. It doesn't take long before I come undone, gasping his name and tugging on his hair. When he looks at me, he wears a victorious grin on his perfect lips.