Part three out of four!
Word count: ~7,700
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When Odette comes to the door the next night, Gilbert is waiting.
Still dressed in his day clothes – save for a slightly loosened cravat and a partially unbuttoned shirt – he stands by the window, a cigarette tucked between his lips and streaming a steady ribbon of smoke from its glowing tip. He feels tense and timorous, wound up tight with a longing that he doesn’t dare admit even in the most fleeting of thoughts, and not even the quiet burning in his lungs and the back of his throat with each deep drag can calm his shaking hands and aching nerves. He’s waiting, yes, but he’s trying his damn best to convince himself that he’s doing everything but waiting, that he’s simply standing by the window and peering out into the darkness because he’s bored and restless, not because he’s internally counting down the seconds for that first rap of little knuckles against the oak door, beckoning for him.
But when they do come, there’s no denying it anymore – he wants this. Hell, there’s been little else on his mind all day outside of being able to hold Odette again, feeling her soft body pressed against his, being wrapped up in her and having her wrapped up in him. Holding his breath, Gilbert looks back at the door and waits a few seconds until he sees the knob turn, and then the door open just enough for Odette to be visible in the shadows. She’s in another short, flouncy nightgown, her hair loose about her shoulders, and Gilbert’s stomach flips on instinct, warm and hungry at the sight of her. Then, he stamps out his cigarette in the ashtray sitting atop the windowsill, swallowing with both anxiety and an unrivaled need to have her in the darkness again, and shakily reaches out a hand to beckon her near. Come, come to me, please. It’s all in his eyes, in the tremors of his slender fingers as he awaits her approach, barely breathing.
She’s nervous. It’s like a million feathers are swirling within her chest, making her jumpy, but oh so very excited. Tonight, there is no turning back. She does not even want to.
Odette sees him there, glowing in the pale light of the moon like some mystical being that had appeared just seconds prior, golden eyes so vivid and just looking at her seeing nothing else in this drab apartment. She’s drawn in and she’s quick on her fight, arms already around him and she absorbs that last trail of smoky essence Gilbert emits and this is what wants, what she needs, what she deserves. “I missed you today,” she whispers against that line of chiseled flesh that she herself inflicted, lips grazing so gently as if it may bleed again. “Gil.” Odette’s words are soft and her hands are clasped around his neck, legs and feet stretching to meet up with height and their lips are connected and she could almost cry, as if realizing for the first time, this is her home.
Gilbert’s arms are quick to wrap around Odette’s frail body as well, fingers weaving through her hair and back flattening against the wall behind him as they collide in the shadows. He kisses her in between breathless agreements of yes, god, I missed you too and winded whispers of her name playing over and over again on his tongue; god, if Odette tastes any sweeter, she will all but drip honey onto his lips and send him into a sugar high. He moans softly into her mouth before pulling back and sucking at her bottom lip, eyes just barely open to watch the girl’s own squeeze shut and prickle with the faintest trace of tears. Crying? Yes, she’s crying, so minutely that it may as well be imaginary, but there are tears nonetheless for Gilbert to dry as he kisses her eyelids, the droplets clinging to her eyelashes wetting his lips like dew on flimsy petals. His hands sweep through her hair and cup her cheeks, needing her closer, needing to let her know that he’s here.
“Sorry,” she sighs between each addictive touch. “I-I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight.” But Odette’s arms only tighten, desperate to cling as if the darkness in the room would swallow them up if she dares to let go. Her cheeks are hot with want. “Gil, I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days, and…” She swallows, ducking her head to hide her vulnerability, everything. “I…I want this.”
Who knew all it would take were some exchanged words and sincere kisses, seeing everything that Gilbert is? It seems so obvious and Odette feels like a fool for failing to notice, failing him. “Let me…make it up to you.”
In record time, Gilbert is a panting, shivering wreck of rattled nerves and swaying limbs as he cradles her head close to his chest and kisses her shoulder, the sharp angles of her collarbones, and then up the pale slide of her neck in quick, frantic stamps of his lips. “Stay with me tonight,” he breathes out into her ear before teething gently on the curve of it, kissing her earlobe. “All night – h-here with me, tonight, please…” He shudders on a gasp and lets his palms sweep down along Odette’s sides, then drift back up as he catches hold of the hem of her nightgown to lift up and bunch around her waist. Turning them around so that Odette is secure against the wall, he latches his mouth onto her neck and lifts the slippery silk up higher until she’s exposed before him again, magnolia skin colored nearly silver in the stark twilight.
“Please,” he’s breathing out again, as if she’ll turn and bolt at the closest opportunity and leave him grasping at air yet again. Nipping and sucking at her neck, his hands slide up the girl’s heaving stomach and finally stroke over those soft, sensitive mounds yet again, palms tingling at the familiar and yet foreign feel of her so bare and open to his touch. “Please, god, stay here…”
The chipped, dull paint is cool against Odette’s flushed skin and it feels like it’s the only thing that keeps her from melting beneath Gilbert’s wondrous hands. He’s quick, fast, but it’s all so sensual and heated as her nails dig into his back, writhing, knees weak. “I’m here, I’m here,” she moans in broken gasps, grip tightening to become one with him here and now. “Just keep touching me, like this. I-I’m yours…!”
Odette’s words and cries are frantic and her legs spread to tangle around his own. “M-Make me feel like that again, like I’m everything.” She presses forward into his wandering hands—Gilbert has her permission. “Feel me—”
And Gilbert does, right then and there – he squeezes her in his hands, hunger coloring his touch frantic and firm as he pinches and rolls her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sighing roughly into her neck with each short, rhythmic tug at the tender flesh. His knee nudges between the girl’s thighs to grind against that space still untouched by him, still concealed and hidden away from raw touch, and it’s with each harsh cry breaking from that pretty throat that Gilbert feels himself filling and hardening below. The instinctive roll of his hips sears a feverish line into Odette’s slender hip, and one hand trails down to grip at a plump thigh in time to the dip of his head to catch her nipple between his lips. Overheated already, he sucks and licks at that puckered peak, nails digging into Odette’s thigh to spread a leg to the side and give his free hand room to cup that already-damp space between her hips, the only barrier between them being the thin guise of her underwear. “G-God, I feel you…”
Odette forgets how to breathe, instinct alone telling her to gasp for air between each breaking moan as Gilbert touches her, loves her. “G-God, ah—!” It’s so frenzied and she’s craving for more, rolling her hips into those wonderful fingers, those touches that trap her in a state of maddening need and she begging him, lost words spilling behind her own hand. It hurts when she bites, but it’s the only way to keep her gripped to reality. “Inside,” she pleads, voice lost, “Gil, please, please—!”
She’s selfish, absorbing everything Gilbert is and more, taking every bit of tender affection, but tonight, she’d let him indulge; she’ll let him have everything he hankers for. “Have me, o-oh…”
It takes Gilbert but a single moment to clumsily pull the seam of Odette’s panties to the side and finally – god, finally – expose her completely to his fingertips; he finds her soft and wet, so achingly wet that his fingers slip right over her in a slow, shaky stroke upwards, and he nearly cracks right then and there, stuttering something broken and raw into Odette’s ear at that first searing touch. The very tip of his finger flicks over her clit, fleeting and fast before rubbing downwards and pressing just barely against her untouched entrance. He can feel her tension, evident even in the midst of her rampant need, and Gilbert is all but crumbling as he barely, barely presses inside of Odette’s tight, pulsing body.
Her legs almost buckle beneath her and Odette mewls, hissing and feeling pathetic to only have Gilbert this close, and it hurts a bit. “S-Slow, Gil, be slow,” she mumbles against the spot right under his chin, kissing and nipping as she adjusts. It’s not a lot, but she really hasn’t gone this far in touching herself and God, he feels so much better. She tries to calm her muscles, wanting more of what the other was offering and she needs him to know that it feels good, so good past the slight pain it sends through her abdomen. “A-Ah, more…”
Gilbert closes his eyes, his head spinning at Odette’s feverish, slurred praises and the dripping tension wrapped around his fingertip. He gulps down a breath and carefully lifts Odette up along the wall until her legs are free to wrap loosely around his waist, taking the pressure of standing off of her; the slight shift in position seems to immediately relax her, for he feels his finger sink in but an inch deeper as her tense walls ease a bit more around him. Shaking harder than ever, Gilbert softly kisses the girl’s damp forehead and glowing cheeks in an effort to calm her down enough to slowly drag his finger out and press back in, never going further than that first knuckle. He twists his wrist to let his thumb settle gently over her clit again, feeling it hard and wet to the touch, and it’s with a deep breath that he begins rubbing it in a careful circle, nudging in and out of her with just the faintest movement of his hand.
“A-Ahh—” It’s strange, yet pleasant and Odette squeezes around him, wanting Gilbert to know just how good she felt and her toes curl behind his back. Gilbert is strong, isn’t he, holding her so close and warm like this. “Gil, more,” she whispers heatedly into his lips and she’s a little bolder, sucking just the very tip of his tongue. Odette’s reduced to such a shivering mess against the cold plaster and she holds Gilbert tight, fearful that he’ll just fade into nothingness and it’ll be the same reality she had woken up to this morning. But Odette has no need to fear, no need to worry because Gilbert is right here and so very real and she just might cry again, so she distracts herself with another kiss, rolling down into his hand, deeper deeper—
Gilbert huffs out something akin to a curse into Odette’s hair as he sinks his finger deeper into her, feeling her clench and tighten and release to let him inside. He can imagine all too clearly just how she would feel wrapped around him elsewhere, taking him all the way in, hot and sleek and welcoming and Christ, he’s losing it, shuddering as he holds his breath and expels it with a ragged, choked-off moan of her name. It takes everything he has to retract his hand and grip the plump, sweet flesh of her thighs, bracing himself to pick her up as he kisses her again, lips trembling. “D-Do you want me to lie you down?” he whispers against her parted mouth, cheeks flushed with heat as he presses his hips into her, rocking forward with a gasp. Friction, contact, anything, please.
Gilbert’s hard and waiting against her and how could Odette keep him like this, so willing and eager? She nods, hands frantic as they wrap around him tight. “Anything, anything, just don’t stop, Gil—” She writhes against him; it no longer frightens her and she accepts it—every pant and groan escaping kiss-swollen lips as she arches. “The bed, g-go.”
It takes Gilbert but a second to gather Odette’s pleasure-limp body into his arms and hoist her up, kissing the delicate line of her jaw in hot, open presses of his lips as he carries her to the bed and lies her down longways over the sea of blankets. Not once do they break contact as he covers the willowy stretch of her with his body, bearing down low over her to kiss down her chest and stomach, hands reaching for the hem of her nightgown to pull back up around her waist; but this time, he pulls the garment clean over her head until she’s bare before him, save for her dampened panties rumpled awkwardly between her legs. Odette’s body is all cream-white and rose-pink as her chest heaves with labored breath, her hair mussed and her eyes hazy with longing as she looks at him, waiting.
He won’t make her wait any longer.
Diving back down to Odette’s quivering stomach, he kisses her heated skin until he’s tucked between her legs. His fingers curl around the edge of her panties to carefully tug downwards, down over her thighs, catching on her knees, then finally dropping around her ankles and disposed of on the floor. Completely bare to him now, Gilbert indulges himself in a smoldering lookover of that soft, honey-warm body laid out for him, heart pounding in his ears for a white-hot moment; but when he can’t hold out any longer, he latches his lips onto the girl’s inner thigh as his fingers find that wet center again in a long, circular stroke that has him shuddering, has him wanting. “God…god, you’re so wet, f-fuck…”
“G-Gil!” It’s pulsating and hot and Odette arches, face pink and bright and she’s losing her sanity—she’s no longer tethered to doubt and she knows, she knows. “Oh God, please…” Everything is open now, every passing emotion that flits across her parted lips and darkened eyes are exposed and ready for him to see. She watches, stomach flipping as his mouth and tongue edge closer and closer to her core, to everything that makes her ache for him.
“What do you—mmm, expect when you’re so close…?” Odette mumbles with a bottom-lipped pout, rotating her hips. She needs him inside again, to be tied together. “Look what you did, Gil. N-Naughty…” It’s a poor attempt to tease and she settles for gripping the sheets beside her head. She’s so sensitive right now and it almost hurts.
Odette’s words, however weak and breathless they are, spark white in Gilbert’s vision as he takes hold of Odette’s thighs to better spread her open, leaving a wet trail along her skin from his slickened fingers. Pushing her legs open until the sides of her knees touch the bed, Gilbert looms over where she wants him most and freezes, pinned to the spot in the midst of such aching hunger that he momentarily fears he may splinter in its hold. His eyes trail up to find Odette’s in a wordless ask for permission, and he finds her trembling and overheated, undertouched and glowing with the want for him and only him.
It’s a stunning display, truly, but he only lets himself admire the view for one more second before releasing a shuddering breath and laying his lips softly against her riled flesh, where he finds her pulsing and damnably hot, hot enough to burn right through him. The tip of his tongue drags in a slow, searching lick all about her as he trembles hard enough to fall to pieces at the foot of the bed, fingertips digging into the soft curve of her thighs to keep her open for him.
She had thought she was ready, had thought that she would be prepared for it, but oh, how wrong she was.
She’s jerking and Gilbert’s got her legs held down and why—how does it feel this good, this damn sinful yet magnificent. It’s an easy answer and by God, Odette is trembling, both hands tangling in his hair once again like every night since they started this discorded dance of teeth and tongue and it’s marvelous, beautiful, right. “Gil, o-oh Gil, I—!” She can’t articulate, every word breaking from each lick Gilbert inflicts and fuck, fuck—
Her legs twist to get free so she can rest them, access still plenty available and she digs her heel into the dip of his back, toes pointed and chest heaving under heavy inhales of breath and musk.
Oh, hell.
Gilbert is blown away by the response, his blood warming to fever pitch as everything flushes too hot, too hot – the sheer heat of everything makes him have to break away from Odette to gather a full lungful of air, but even his burning lungs and quick, panting breaths aren’t enough to keep him away from her for longer than a blink. He finds her again, a crackling whimper seeping from the corner of his mouth as he laps long and deep at her, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping inside before busying itself with flicking over that soft, aching bud awaiting his breathy attentions. His hands are shaking as they slip beneath the girl’s bottom to lift her up, supporting her weakened body with his own as the sinewy muscles of his arms shift and tighten in his hold of her; the motion inadvertently spreads her wider for him as Odette’s thighs fall open on their own, and Gilbert shivers, the realization that she wants this, god, she wants him too much to take.
Odette doesn’t even know where to settle her hands anymore and she worries her lower lip to muffle everything lest some neighbor comes knocking and disturbs every second of perfection Gilbert is unleashing upon her. “G-Gil, oh, Gil, mmm—” Her legs clench ever tighter and her face feels like stiff fire against that chilled air and she arches her hips into him; an invitation to take her, just take everything and keep it safe. “Gil, please…” Drive me crazy, make me fall. And goodness, she has already fallen and hard and he’s right there. Her hands now occupy wrinkled sheets, mouth parted and is she this close already?
Gilbert’s tongue slips and rubs against Odette’s tender flesh in deep strokes that cover the entirety of her, tasting her so intimately that the burning between his own legs is enough to make him near blind, near tears. Desperate, he grinds his hips into the edge of the bed as he surges forward, taking Odette under the relentless pressure of his tongue and the soft suck of his lips. The raw friction between the bed and Gilbert’s own untouched arousal sends a molten shudder through him, and he tilts his head, dark curls spilling over the pale skin of Odette’s thighs as he gives himself enough room to slip a finger between her folds and find that tight entrance again. A moan of his own breaks free at the feel of her opening up to his touch, and he wastes not another second in dropping back down onto her and suckling at her clit, his finger curling and stroking deep inside of her in long, effortless thrusts.
There’s a scream clawing at her throat and she’s crying and moaning, back bending in such a way it should cramp and hurt, but no, all Odette feel is Gilbert and all she sees is Gilbert—Gilbert who is rutting shamelessly against crinkled bedding as he all but devours her. She barely notices the sharp sting of him inside once more, touching, touching and everything’s white hot again. She finally finds her voice, pants and gasps of her best friend’s name on her lips, green eyes shut tight as she focuses everything into liquid fire stirring in her belly. Odette’s so close and she can’t warn him, not when it feels this good and she’s shaking, thighs trembling as they cradle that beautiful head. “Gil, Gil, I’m almost there, ah, ah—!”
God. God, Gilbert doesn’t think he’s ever wanted this girl so badly in his life more than right now, right at this very second as she rolls against his tongue and onto the deep slide of his finger working through her tension. It’s all quite suddenly too much to handle at once, and Gilbert hurriedly retracts his hand from her and replaces it with his tongue as it slides into her, rolling in slick, languorous thrusts in and out of that tight well. His hips drive forward yet again into the edge of the mattress to seek out some friction, shaking hard enough to feel as if his very bones are rattling from the onslaught of nerves and adrenaline pushing him that much closer to bringing her over the edge all on his own. A thick swell of pride rises in his chest with each ragged moan and gasp tearing out from Odette’s lips, and his hands shake as they rest atop the blankets, clutching and releasing the soft fabric in time to each strike of hunger that rips through him and begs for release. The lean muscles of his shoulder blades tighten, almost feral in how he curls his spine and takes this girl’s body lick by lick, claiming her and making her see stars.
That’s all it takes before Odette’s shaking, nearly breaking in half as she arches and lets go of it all. She’s reaching for him, fingers spread and outstretched, needing an anchor before she floats away. “Gil, Gil!” Her legs tense and bend, mind delving into that sharp bring of blank everything, only one face crossing her mind and her hands finally reach Gilbert’s. “L-Love, I—!” And it hits and her fingers interlace with his, squeezing until knuckles turn white and he’s so deep within her, lapping her up, pink and flushed and bare—his.
Gilbert catches onto Odette’s hands just in time for her to crash into perfect white, quivering and pulsing all around that hot center where his tongue meets. He grasps her hands until his wrists feel weak, as if to bind the two of them together and keep them locked in this moment of searing, shuddering release as he laps slower at her, bringing her down from that quaking pedestal until she slowly, slowly goes lax again. All the while, his gaze is fixed upwards, taking in every swallow of breath that hitches in her throat, every fluttering blink, every tremble of her lips as she pieces herself back together.
Ever panting, Gilbert draws his mouth away from now-tender flesh to suckle gently at her inner thigh. With every breath, his shoulders shake, his chest jumps, and something in the pit of his stomach twists in a heated coil threatening to come undone. “S-So good, god…” His praises are barely above a whisper, the taste of her heavy and sweet on his tongue. “So, so good…”
Each tremor wracks Odette’s delicate form as her muscles and limbs jump and shiver under Gilbert’s soft touches and kisses, a quiet moan easing out of her throat as he keeps his mouth low and faithful to every inch of sensitive skin. “G-Gil, I think you’ve struck me blind,” she murmurs, voice drunk off loose joy and she feels exhausted but God, she’s on top of the world right now with the only man she’ll ever want by her side, like this and more.
Every little detail plays through Odette’s mind, every memorable sensation still fresh and she’s blushing hard again, remembering one little uttered word she had promised to be tight-lipped about. Did Gil hear it, she wonders and looks down at him, running her bare foot over the dip along his waist. “Hey, come up here and hold me.”
Gilbert’s ascent up Odette’s body is a shaky crawl, his knees like water and every muscle fiery and on edge. His lips leave a hot trail up her stomach, the lean line of her sternum, and along the curve of her breast before settling on her neck to kiss at. He can’t help himself – what with how tight his nerves have been wound, it’s a wonder he hasn’t fizzled out into smoke from the sheer press and pull of his own longing, still evident and hard between his thighs and resting between Odette’s. That closeness is overwhelming, and so he tunes it out by rolling over onto his side to better pull Odette into him, chest to chest. He’s painfully aware of how heavily he’s breathing, and that’s embarrassing enough, but he doubts Odette could mind, what with how thoroughly sated she feels as she goes limp in his arms.
“This is nice,” Odette says with a quiet hum, lazily pressing herself as closely as possible and she watches as her hand grazes over wrinkled cloth and taut skin, “but it’s your turn now.” Her fingers follow her words as she slips them down further, a light touch tracing over Gilbert’s obvious discomfort. “I’ve obviously never done it before…s-so you’re going to have to bear with me.” There’s a small hint of nervousness in her movements as she reluctantly pushes away from his pleasant warmth and slips down to curl around him, legs up by the pillows. Odette swallows as she eyes her constricted goal and she works the fastenings loose enough to push down. “H-Help me out a bit.”
“O-Odette, you – ” Gilbert’s words are cut off by his own breathlessness, suddenly thrown in for a loop quite out of nowhere. He swallows, shaking all over again, and tries in vain to calm his rattled nerves, still frazzled from their previous episode. “Are you sure you want to…?” His voice is hoarse after having lost all the raw, dark edges that had been there just moments ago; but he realizes with a shiver that Odette, right now, is completely in control. And he wants her to be.
Dropping a wary hand down to where Odette fumbles and works, he swallows hard again and just barely unfastens the first button. Christ, it’s shameful how hard he is, jutting up needy and hot against his fingertips as they accidentally graze over where he needs her the most. A warm flush of embarrassment glazes his cheeks in a fine pink, and he nervously undoes the next button, quailing inside. The sight of Odette’s body still bare and warm right before him doesn’t help his riled state, but he can’t help but stare at the soft curve where her thighs meet as he mumbles, “I-I mean, you – you don’t have to or anything, really, I…” His resolve is clearly faltering.
“Oh hush,” she says with a baiting smile through her blush. “I want to make Gil feel good, too.” She’s easing down the tight fabric, and one glimpse at the swollen tip has her even redder and she ducks her head down. It’s just Gil, it’s just Gil, she chants to herself and chews her tongue anxiously. She’s seen diagrams of things like this in her science books from lessons, but actually having it in front of her like this—Gilbert’s, no less—has her nerves sharp and excited and her stomach flips as she looks up, tugging the fabric lower to expose more thick and flushed skin fully.
If Gilbert had had any woman before herself, she hopes she can be just as good as they likely were and her quivering hand touches base first. It’s hot and hard and Odette’s as scarlet as one of the schoolgirls she had seen when they went to see Ada only a couple months ago. Her hand soon gets a firmer grip and she’s moving and it’s so strange yet good and she peeks above her, needing to gauge Gilbert’s every reaction to make sure she was doing it right. “Is…this okay?”
And all at once, Gilbert can’t breathe, his head spinning and blood heating and everything, everything exposed and wanting to Odette’s uncertain touch. He squeezes his eyes shut and goes completely still as his toes curl, body going tense for fear of bucking into that warm hand and asking for too much within the moment. But how can he help it? How can he do anything but shake and hold his breath while Odette takes him in hand and – and, hell, moves in such a way that’s both clumsy and unlearned and yet so damnably perfect that Gilbert has half the mind to spill over right then and there.
But not yet. No, no, not yet, not when this is still so new and fresh and…
“Y-Yes – ” His voice cuts out on a whimper as he turns his head to seek out the coolness of the pillow. He isn’t sure what to do with his hands, and so he opts for shakily stroking over Odette’s wrist, tentative, shy. “It’s – it’s okay, yes…a-ah…”
Odette’s eyes flicker upward, stomach tightening as she watches him gasp and reach for her. “D-Don’t make such a face, Gil,” she mumbles, gaze darting back to the task at hand. Embarrassment still glows bright across her freckled nose, her fingertips barely touching as she fists Gilbert up and down and she’s transfixed, something hot spreading through every frazzled nerve. “Gil’s so hard.” It’s a vulgar thing to say, but Odette pays no mind, too focused on how open Gilbert is with her right now. “Do you want me here?” Her thumb rubs over the reddened tip, sticky and slick and her legs clench.
And Odette moves in closer, breath ghosting over where she knows Gilbert wants her most and kiss-bruised lips skim over thick muscle, tongue shy and testing.
Gilbert stutters on a broken moan as the hand reaching for Odette’s falters and flops onto the bed, his body suddenly limp and heavy at that first modest stroke of the girl’s tongue. His hips instinctively roll down in the tiniest of movements, desperate for whatever attention Odette wants to give to him in spite of his guilty reluctance; but even that’s a dwindling feeling as it’s replaced with a lust and a need strong enough to rule out anything else as he gasps into the pillow, the muscles of his neck strained tight from choked-back sound. His breath comes in short little pants through the gap in his lips, making him dizzy, and it’s by sheer intuition that a wobbly hand comes down to stroke back Odette’s hair from her face, eyes opening and looking down to see her. Like this, she’s a vision of blush-dusted cheeks and felicitous, lidded eyes as the prim little oval of her mouth teases just so along his flesh. Gilbert shivers at the sight as a lost moan breathes past his lips, everything flushing too hot.
Odette encases her lips over crown of Gilbert’s length, tongue running slow and sultry over the hot skin and it’s weird in texture—definitely something she hadn’t expected, but it excites every sensation floating around them and sucks, her fist continuing to stroke him long and awkwardly. Is she doing this right? She must be, with how Gilbert is panting and groaning next to her and she pushes at his bare hip to coax him onto his back. “I want to make this a little more comfortable,” she gets out, pulling away for a brief moment before settling her mouth around him again. Odette’s trembling thighs are on either side of his arms and she almost regrets it, being exposed and vulnerable like this again, but Gilbert’s already seen, so what’s the problem? Her cheeks only darken in hue and she distracts herself with his pleasure. It feels good, being so intimate like this and Odette’s heart is racing once more.
Right away, it’s nearly enough to send Gilbert falling hopelessly into oblivion – the lethal duo of Odette’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around him and the sight of her bare and spread out right before his eyes sends his nerves into overdrive as they jump violently beneath his skin, sensation heightened to new levels of near-delirium. His face is hot and vision misted over as he arches his back in a breathless writhe, gripping a handful of the blanket in his hand for a tense moment in which he has to fight back the crash from taking him too soon. “F-Fuck,” he’s panting out, chest heaving beneath the loose flop of his shirt that he tugs at with a frantic hand. He can barely register the sounds escaping from his lips, but is far too absorbed in the soft pressure of Odette’s mouth as she takes more of him down, suckling and lapping. “God, y-yes…nhn…”
Risking it all, Gilbert’s eyes flutter open to catch sight of Odette looming over him; the wet center between her legs is still glistening and pink, completely exposed to him and all on her own volition. Biting at his lower lip to keep himself together, or at least a semblance of together, Gilbert props himself up on one elbow and reaches for her with his other hand, finding with his fingertip the hardened nub tucked at the forefront. His lips fall on the back of a white thigh as he rubs her in small, even strokes, feeling her wet and desperate all over again, and Gilbert lets out a breathless, surprised laugh against her skin that is rapidly cut short with another soft moan of her name when her lips happen to pass over the very head of his arousal.
Odette almost bites down, flustered and tense as Gilbert starts to touch her again and she grips onto a clothed thigh as if it will keep her from melting into him once more. “A-Ah…” Gasps are muffled as she takes his length in more—enough to where she doesn’t choke and she bobs her head. It’s a little saddening not being about to see his face, but she can feel him murmuring blissful words against her sensitive skin and God, he’s got her aroused again. Odette rocks her hips backward and arches her back. She feels his muscles quiver with every suck and she pulls back only to run her tongue from bottom up, her fingers massaging at the tip again. Odette has no idea what she’s doing in the slightest and she goes down again, her hand brushing down past pert breasts and she trails wet fingertips over his own.
Gilbert is all but in pieces as Odette’s mouth passes over him, pressure building, heat rising with each suck and lick that brings him dangerously close to losing everything right here and now. Resting his forehead on the back of Odette’s thigh, he gasps and mewls like something hungry and broken as he rubs her faster; then, on a whim, he settles two fingers around the girl’s tender bud and softly squeezes in a slow, testing pulse. Everything is riled and exposed to him, almost madness-inducing what with how sleek and beautiful Odette is seated like this, a sight made all the more dizzying by the wet pressure of her mouth taking him nearly all the way down. A hard, hoarse moan is muffled into Odette’s skin as Gilbert tilts his head forward and kisses the smooth curve of her bottom in a hot, open stamp of his lips, panting and sweating and almost, almost there.
Odette nearly loses herself, legs so shaky under every bought of grace Gilbert places upon each inch of her body. He’s taut and wanting, quivering in such a way it makes her stomach flip and she slips back up, mouthing at the tip as she rocks back against him, breath cracking under each insensible word she utters against him. “Come on Gil,” she whispers, words hot and light and Odette grabs his wrist, begging him to move faster. “F-Finger me again, please…” She’s flushed pink and wild as she kisses and sucks him senseless. Come loose before me, too. Show me everything.
It’s a wonder that Gilbert hears Odette’s request at all over his feverish panting, but he does, and immediately answers it with a deep press inside of her with two fingers at once, wrist twisting, digits curling inside of her so that he can fill her as deeply as her body will allow. She’s all wet, tight muscle clenching around him, dripping onto his inner wrist and so perfectly in tune to his every movement what with how she arches and bucks back onto his hand. Just the sight alone proves to be too much, and Gilbert finds himself seized with a sudden moment of white-hot panic as he feels himself beginning to spill over.
A breathy string of Odette’s name chants from his lips, cursing and moaning against her skin until he can’t take it any longer; everything comes undone and unravels as Gilbert goes completely tense beneath her, toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, fingers stalling in the middle of a long thrust and pressing down hard on their own accord. Through a hazy cloud of delirium, he can hear himself gasping raggedly with each wild, thrumming wave that crashes over him, desperate for a full breath as he spends each one just as soon as it arrives.
It’s so different and strange from behind like this and Odette is almost in tears again as Gilbert strokes something deep within her and God, she’s feeling that intense pressure again and she swallows around what she can. Gilbert is writhing beneath her, legs long and rigid and she’s clawing at them as she sucks and she feels it as he groans her name deep and low and she nearly screams, surprise taking over every nerve as she pulls back. It’s bright and hot and her hand blindly pumps Gilbert through his ride, her lips and tongue touching every part of him she can, body rolling and shaking and god his fingers feel so good. “G-Gil, Gil!”
And she’s lax, face and hands sticky with spend and she can’t move, messily kissing along the other’s hip. “Gil…”
For a long while, Gilbert is incapable of even so much as lifting his head from the pillow, tossed as it had been in the midst of all-consuming pleasure. Breathing in shallow rasps, he feels himself slowly falling back into one piece after having been quite suddenly yanked in one hundred different directions, all of them wild and wanting. Carefully, he retracts his weakened hand from Odette, fingers shining and slick from her own release, as his legs shudder and twitch from the sheer force of letting himself go. Every few seconds, his hips jump up in the tiniest of jerks while his body attempts to bring itself back down to something resembling togetherness, and on a thoughtless but honest whim, he lets his other hand fall gently atop Odette’s blonde head to stroke her damp hair off of her forehead.
He wishes he could say something, but he can barely breathe, let alone gather his thoughts enough to string together a proper sentence. Instead, he opts for the sweet, shadowy silence ever blossoming all around them, touching her face with deft fingertips as he already finds himself longing for her close again.
It takes Odette a good moment to become aware again, skin still flushed and warm as her legs almost give way beneath her and she shudders when Gilbert pulls back his hand. It feels oddly lonely and with a shaky turn she lifts her leg, wary to outhold the jelly-like feeling in all of her limbs as she rolls off of the other, the air cool and almost harsh against her naked body. “Goodness,” she murmurs with a soft sigh. “I-I’m worn out.” And she looks to face him, sticky white now almost uncomfortable and salty on her lips. “U-Um, could you…?” Odette is a little flustered to say the least, but she’s happy, knowing she could give Gilbert this sense of calm. And then maybe, maybe she’ll give him something else.
At the sound of Odette’s voice, Gilbert musters what’s left of his energy and lifts his head to look down at her – only to jump with a start and flush hot and red at the sight of her so debauched and sullied with his release, clinging to the pretty arc of her throat and her jaw. A quick wash of adrenaline strikes through him, and he bolts upright, blushing hard enough to hurt. “O-Oh, sweet Jesus,” he gasps out, scrambling about the bed to find something suitable to clean her up with. “Right, right, yes, sorry…!”
But when he finds nothing, he sits back against the pillow, looks down at himself, and nearly laughs at his own stupidity. “A-Ah, one moment…” At this, he quickly unbuttons his shirt, slips his arms out of the sleeves, and leans forward to gently swipe the white cotton over Odette’s skin where he’d shamefully marked her. His hands are shaking as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans over her, cleaning her off, wiping her smooth and immaculate again. Her eyes are glowing in the darkness and staring straight up at him, her mouth parted and swollen, and Gilbert briefly flushes at the thought that he’s still very much exposed and half-turns to conceal his hips; a silly motion, given what just happened, but he can’t quite help it. She’s too beautiful to ever stain.
Gilbert is gentle and Odette grasps his wrist with small hands. “Gil,” comes the solemn breath, his name rich and liquid in her throat. “I…” Her thoughts are a jumbled mess, but she moves, flushed skin cold. Longing. Everything is suddenly tight and hard to get out as Odette presses her bruised lips to his own, wanting Gilbert to know, to feel. “Gil, I want you to have me.” Her cheeks are dark again and hopefully constricted by the dim black of the room. “B-Because I…”
For a moment, Gilbert swears he feels his heart stall in his chest, but not before it skips a beat and trips over itself like some clumsy cardinal attempting to fly. Gazing down at Odette, he takes a moment to gather a wavering breath, then expels it as slowly as he can to keep himself from floating away. His head feels as if it may do exactly that, what with how light and feathery everything has suddenly become in the face of this girl admitting something that Gilbert prays is even just half as much of what he feels for her. Even just the faintest blink of such a thing would be more than enough for him; how could he think otherwise when her eyes are glowing like this, her words ringing out sweet and pure?
It’s with a small, bashful smile that Gilbert finds Odette’s hand and holds it within his own, white fingers lacing. “Okay,” he whispers, quite suddenly feeling fourteen all over again what with how he blushes and bows his head. He situates himself to lie down next to her so that they face each other, their ankles up by the pillows and unruly heads down by the foot of the bed. Odette’s body is flushed and warm as Gilbert weaves his arms around her and gently kisses her damp forehead. “Then…then whenever you want, I’ll…”
“Tomorrow,” she says a little too quickly, throat tightening as she stumbles over her words. “In the morning.” Odette’s face is thankfully hidden in the crook of his neck, her own lips leaving a chaste kiss upon salty skin. And she smiles, legs tangling with his own and urging herself as close as she can be.
It’s lovely and tranquil, both their beating hearts still slicing the looming silence. Odette realizes just how exposed she is now pressed into him like this, her skin hot and bare. “Gil, the blankets? C-Can we…?”
His head still spinning from her request, Gilbert nods and reaches over to tug the edge of the blanket up to cover Odette’s body, then his own. Beneath the soft wool, all is warm and close, pressed up chest to chest and legs tangled around each other’s like pale vines. They’re an absolute mess, truly, but something about that strikes Gilbert in just the right way as he laughs, the exhalation quiet and barely there, muffled into the crown of Odette’s hair.
“Then…tomorrow morning,” he whispers, still thrown by this entire situation but welcoming it. He can feel her shaking in spite of her body heat melding against his, and he hopes she can find at least a little bit of solace in how he holds her, how he kisses her cheekbone and brushes her hair away from her eyes.
Gil really is sweet isn’t he, Odette mindlessly wonders, drinking in every light touch he offers as she tries to quell her nerves. She’s comfortable like this, but her blood still sparks at each mumbled hum he emits and suddenly everything seems too new again. It’s scary, but beautiful and it’s with those fleeting thoughts that she realizes she’s ready for this, for this next big step. Gilbert had promised her forever, and finally, finally, Odette will tie that red thread.
