C'mere (Paul Banks fanfic)

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Her breasts became hard at his very touch and he had to resort to all his moral and spiritual strength to separate himself from her.

- Fuck. - He sighed, sitting back up. - I'm sorry, we should...

- ...stop. - Rhi completed his sentence almost inaudibly, she was so turned on, her voice was very hoarse.

- Yes, exactly... - He panted.

- Sorry, I just...

- By all means, don't apologise. - He interrupted her, smiling. - That was wonderful.

She was shaking, and so was he.

- Yes, it was. Lost my self control completely...

- Me too, don't worry. I mean... - He stopped talking, catching his breath. He swallowed, her saliva still in his mouth. - There are few things I have fantasised more about than kissing every... single... inch of your skin.

Rhi shook her head, staring at the floor. She was terribly embarrassed.

- You're... not... uhm... helping, with the... self control thing, you know...

- Right, true. Ehrm, I just wanted you to know that, I would love to... you know, but tonight is just...

- Bad timing?

- Yeah, you're hurt and angry and...

- I'm not thinking straight.

- Precisely. I would REALLY love to... but, today I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you and, no...

- Well I disagree with the taking advantage part, but you're right about the rest. - She finally dared look him in the eye. He nodded.

- It's just not how I want it to happen, not with you.

- God, you're so decent. - She let out, sliding her hand through her neck awkwardly. Tiny sweat droplets rolled on her palm. The cold outside was but a blurry memory. She was proper hot now.

He laughed quietly.

- Why, thanks. That's one I don't get a lot.

- But you are... - She insisted.

- I get idiot, asshole and dickhead a lot more than I get decent... - He teased.

She smiled at him.

- I think I should go... - She whispered.

He took a deep breath. That was probably best for both of them. He didn't know how much longer he could resist her.

- Ah, alright. Of course... do you want me to drive you home or should I call a cab...?

- I'd rather you take me there... - She winced when she heard herself say this. - That... sounded awful...

- Yeah, self control, remember? I'm barely hanging on here... - He said with a guilty face.

Rhi stood up and looked at him. He lifted his index finger.

- I'm gonna need a minute to be able to stand up, sorry.

She did her best not to howl with laughter.

- I'm gonna go grab a glass of water, want some?

- Yes, please... with ice if possible. And toss it on me, I don't wanna drink it.

She chuckled as she left for the kitchen and gulped down two glasses of cold water. What a night this had been.

Paul joined her a couple of minutes later, he had her coat and all her things in his hands.

- Thanks so much. - She said as she took them. She started taking off his hoodie. - I was really enjoying this one...

- Oh, keep it. That way I have an excuse to talk to you again...

- You don't need one. - She assured as they walked out of the apartment.

They went all the way down to the basement, where his blue Bentley was parked. They got in and quietly slid through the almost empty streets. It was past midnight and it had finally stopped snowing.

- Do you remember where I live? - She asked.

- What kind of question is that? I think about you when I'm anywhere near 72nd now! I even stopped thinking about Crowley when I walk by Dakota. I now think of John Lennon.

Rhiannon cackled.

- Wow, remarkable. I actually stopped thinking about Lennon and think of Crowley now.

He watched her, fascinated.

- That really is something.... - He reflected.

She looked at him as he drove through the car lobby.

- You really don't grasp how much you mean to me... - She murmured.

- I guess I don't. - He accepted shyly. - Let's go, I'll walk you to your floor.

He gave the car keys to the valet and they went into the deserted ground floor. Rhi called the lift and Paul put his hands inside his pockets. Both were forcing themselves to act casual. But as soon as they got into the lift, he pulled her by the waist and kissed her again. This was actually the first time he kissed her and not the other way around. She felt feverish, as he placed his hand on the side of her face and bit her lips. They didn't let go until the elevator stopped at the 9th floor.

- This is me. - She sighed.

- Yeah, I'll stay here. - He proposed, pushing the button to keep the door open. - I won't be held responsible for my actions if I enter your place...

She nodded.

- I understand. We'll talk then.

- Sure thing...

She started walking towards her flat, when he put his head out of the lift and called.

- Whatever you need, call me OK?

- OK! - She responded.

Before opening the door, she noticed a light was on inside.

-What the...?

She remembered all those safety measures she had learnt from the insurance company for women living alone and wondered if she was in danger. After a second's hesitation, she pulled out her magnetic card and opened the door.

As she walked in, she saw Lee, sitting in the living room, pale, disheveled, and shaky. When their gazes met, he stood up, his face going from relief to anger really quick.

- Good grief, Rhiannon. Where the hell were you? What was that about? I was worried sick, I must have called you like a hundred times...

Rhi looked at him, defiantly. Did he really not know? His expression changed, as he looked at her up and down.

- And what.... the... shit are you wearing? Whose pullover is that? Who were you talking to right now?

In three big steps, he walked towards the door. Rhi quietly and swiftly moved aside to let him out and he marched up and down the hall, looking for the misterious owner of the hoodie. When he came back in, his fiancée was looking out the window absent-mindedly. He came stand by her and they both watched how a blue luxury car went back to 72nd street from the building's car lobby.