"At one point he was literally simulating sex with the stage and it didn't seem weird." Nikolaj chuckled and looked at his friend, who simply stared back. Her expression was blank and all she did was blink at him. His smile faltered and he put on a serious face. Inside he continued to laugh at himself, he thought he was funny. "Wow."
That drew a laugh out of her, but it was short lived.
Gwendoline and Nik continued with their interview, but she seemed... off. She never spoke to him, only to the interviewer, their playful banter cut short by whatever he had said to make her angry. That often happened, he'd say something stupid - or he'd be a 'huge disappointment' as Gwen would say - and she'd be miffed. But more often than not, he didn't know exactly what he said, leaving him no choice but to pester her until she gave him an answer.
"That's a wrap, thank you for your time today." The interviewer said, gathering up her things. She gave them each a firm handshake before leaving, gushing to one of the crew members as they escorted her out. She gave a shy smile and a wave to Nik before leaving his sight.
He gave a kind smile in return, but nothing that looked too promising.
Gwen standing up had grasped his attention "Gwen-" Nik started.
"No, not now." Gwen was already headed for the door, waving a hand dismissively over her shoulder at him.
He furrowed his brows and followed after, weaving through the halls. "Gwen, really. What did I say this time? I was just talking about Prince, you love Prince."
He caught her elbow but she brushed him off. "It's nothing you said."
"Oh, sure." He rolled his eyes, but a smile played at his lips.
"It's not." She bit back at him, fire in her eyes.
"Gwendoline."
"Nik," She sighed. "Seriously."
He followed her still. "Gwen."
She ignored him this time, her heels clicking with every step.
He trailed at her heels, poking and prodding her. In the back. "Gwen..." The shoulder. "Gwen." The ribs. "Gwen." They'd finally made it all the way to her dressing room, he couldn't resist one last jab to the ass, giggling like a naughty child.
She stopped in front of the door and stared at him, that same dead stare. If radio static had a face, it was this. The one face he could never read. But she shifted under his gaze, she squared her shoulders and looked down her nose at him. Damn her and her heels.
An abrupt pain across his left cheek stunned him, a sharp noise echoing down the corridor. Had Gwen really just slapped him? Nik gave a quick shake of his head in disbelief before her warm hands met with his cheeks. A moment of silence as they stared at each other, the corners of her lips turned up into a smug grin. Gwen leaned in for a kiss, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked. She gasped quietly before a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Gwendoline." Nik laughed, backing her against the wall.
She hooked her left leg around his right, forcing his hips against hers. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me."
He tugged at her hair again, his eyes grazing down her elegantly long neck, stopping where her shirt started. "Tell me what made you so angry and maybe I'll consider."
"I wasn't angry," Her voice was quiet and soft, almost endearing as she stroked his cheek.
"No? Then what was on your mind?" He kissed just below her ear, eliciting a sigh from her.
"I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to ride your face."
(A/N: I had previously put this on Ao3 but decided to move it over here for those who love Gwendolaj but don't peruse Ao3 like maniacs {like me}. Regardless, let me know what you think lovelies. I'm going to drop all the chapters I currently have tonight, and from there you'll get updates here and there. Though I'll warn you, it's not a very common occurrence.
There will be many mistakes, you'll have to live with them because it's unlikely that I'll ever fix them. If they bother you so much, you can inbox me or even email me at multiverseofshe@gmail.com.)
