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Foolish Games
Part 1- Just Want to Stay Up All Night With You
Looking for a diamond
I'm trying, I'm fighting
Right into the rhythm now
2D is anxious, flipping through his translator book, trying to figure out the right way to say, ‘Can I have coffee with three sugars, please,’ in Arabic. As much as he loved to travel, the language barriers always gave him the most trouble, he sometimes had a hard enough time saying words in his native langue. As he’s mumbling ‘hal yumkinuni tanawul qahwatan bithalathat sakuriat min fadlk’ to himself so he doesn’t muck it up by the time he gets to the counter, he'd never been good at this language. His attention is diverted, however, when he hears someone answer a phone in clear RP accent.
He gasps in surprise, turning around to see a tan skinned woman, probably in her thirties, her crimson red hair was pulled up into a messy bun, wearing a powder blue sundress with oversized sunglasses perched on her head. She’s tapping her foot and rolling her eyes, as if whoever she’s talking to is testing her patience.
The man behind 2D nudges him, the line is moving and he’s not paying attention. “Sorry, uh, asif, asif,” he says, before turning around and ordering his coffee. He wants to buy the girl behind him her coffee but has no clue how to ask for that, so he wonders away, sitting at a small table by the window.
She approaches the counter and to his surprise, orders in perfect conversational Arabic. As she goes to leave the coffee shop, 2D jumps from his seat to follow her out, even though he isn’t sure why he’s so intent on doing so. She holds the door open for him, offering him a polite smile without really looking at him. “Thank you,” he says, trying to sound pleasant and not at all nervous.
She pauses, just on the other side of the door, meeting his gaze. Right away, she notices his blackened, damaged eyes and bright blue hair. Something about him is familiar, although, she can’t place it, she cant imagine she’d forget a dark eyed, blue haired, very tall man.
“Your accent, are you from around Sussex?” 2D grins with a nod.
“Yeah, Crowley, actually.” She now notices he’s missing his front teeth, his whole appearance baffles her, but she knows they just met and there had to be an explanation. Not her usual type by any means, but it’s kind of working for her.
“Oh, born and raised Londoner myself.” She resumes walking, not leaving 2D a chance to question her destination, but he walks along beside her anyway. “I’m Chiara, by the way.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m Stu, short for Stuart,” he holds his large hand out for her to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Stu, short for Stuart,” she shakes his hand with a smile, a strange feeling bubbling in her stomach. “Uh, What brings you to Beruit?” 2D notices that she seems a bit distracted and detached all of the sudden, but he sticks with it because she’s friendly, and he had to admit it was nice to have a conversation with someone he didn’t need a translator to understand.
“Nothing, really, just a holiday. Guess I’m always searching for something though, never sure what. I really wanted to see the beaches.”
“The beaches here are some of my favorite in the world.” She pulls out her phone and looks down at it. 2D doesn’t look on purpose, but he sees a few text messages popping up in rapid succession, noting her frown at them before shoving her phone back in her bag. “You doing anything in particular right now?”
“Not sure. Was thinking about seeing where Keanu Reeves was born.” She laughs, and even though he isn’t sure if she’s laughing at him or with him, he smiles anyway.
“Of all the thing to do here in Beirut, I was not expecting that.” She stops and looks at him, needing a distraction now more than anything else in the world. “I know we just met but do you mind if I tag along?”
“Yeah!” he says, maybe with a bit too much enthusiasm, “I’d love the company.”
2D and his new friend Chiara spend the rest of the day together, making small talk and stopping to see a few sights that she seems well versed in, to 2D’s surprise. Stopping at a restaurant for dinner, Chiara orders a whiskey neat and a salad 2D notes she barely picks at, before ordering another whiskey. “You seem to know a lot about the area.”
She nods, her eyes looking beyond him, not really focused on their present situation. “Yeah,” she snaps back and looks at him. “Yeah, my Dad and I have been coming here for vacations for many years.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.”
“Yeah, my Dad was a big traveler. He loved the ocean, any ocean.” The past tense tells 2D Chiara’s Dad is no longer living. He wants to say he knows how that feels, but the moment doesn’t seem right for it.
“You on holiday, then?”
“Kinda.” She goes to take a drink, but sighs as the glass is already empty. “Do you like to dance?”
Abrupt change in subject, but 2D doesn’t mind. “Yeah, of course! I mean, I’m bad at it but I like it anyway.” As they get the check, which 2D insists on paying, she tells him
about a new nightclub that opened up near her hotel.
“I have some stuff to do before tonight, but do you want to meet me later?” 2D agrees, so they exchange numbers. Chiara is so nice, but he can tell there is something wrong. He hopes that their night will be a fun distraction for whatever she’s going through.
Chiara tossed around several dresses before deciding on a form fitting, short black tube dress, hoping to impress her cute new friend. Chiara stops short on seeing him there, in a black flower patterned button down and jeans, blowing a thick stream of cigarette smoke from between his lips, leaning against the non-descript brick building. Feeling a throb between her legs, it’s been too long since she’s wanted to hook up with someone, hoping tonight will be the end of her dry spell.
“Hey, Stu,” she calls, grinning as he turns to wave at her, flicking his cigarette into the street. “You ready to have some fun?” 2D nods, noting she looks different than earlier, sadder and like she may have been crying.
As soon as they open the door, the wall of sound hits them and 2D almost can’t believe the scene before him. Giant screens are scattered throughout the room, huge hanging crystal chandeliers vibrate from the ceiling with the heavy bass, filled with beautiful people living it up. She grabs 2D’s shoulder, standing up on her tip toes to get closer to his ear, “Buy me a drink?” she asks, flashing him a hopeful smile.
“Of course,” he replies, ordering them two whiskeys, neat. He wasn’t a super huge fan of whiskey but he already knows she likes it, plus he was dying to feel tipsy at least, so he could enjoy dancing without worrying about other eyes judging him. She leads them over to an empty couch, patting the seat next to her.
He tries to feel nonchalant as he sits beside her, but he has an unexpected, overwhelming urge to kiss her and tell her it’s all going to be alright, but decides better than acting on that impulse. He puts his arm around the low back of the couch, looking around, hoping people were assuming they were an item, wanting to be seen with her. They people watch for a little, while Chiara slams her whiskey, leaving him to go grab another round.
He’s hoping to get some action tonight, but if she keeps going this way, there was no chance he’ll go through with it.
She comes back after a few minutes, carrying two shots, holding one out to him “To new friendships!” 2D smiles, clinking the shot glass against hers.
“To new friendships,” he agrees, knocking back whatever it is, hating how it burns on the way down, but Chiara doesn’t seem to notice the strength of the shot. She grabs his hand, pulling him off the couch, forcing him to follow her out onto the dance floor. Starting to feel warm inside, the alcohol making him loosen up as he starts to move his body to the thumping bass.
Chiara is shaking her hips and jumping around with a freedom only afforded to someone who either didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought, or someone who’s half of bottle of whiskey down. Closing the gap between them, she turns around to press her ass against him, causing him to bend at the knees to meet her, moving her hips with intention. Grabbing his hands, she pulls his arms around her waist, so he holds her close, enjoying their connection as they move in time together.
She presses away from him and turns to face him, wrapping her fingers around his neck to pull his lips to hers. He can taste the whiskey on her tongue, reminding him that no matter how much fun they’re having together right now, Chiara is in a bad headspace about something.
He guides her shoulders back and pulls away from her, her gaze curious. “Was that too much?” She assumed that 2D met her here because he wanted to hook up, but now she wasn’t so sure. Her limbs are starting to feel like jelly, and her common sense is waning.
2D shakes his head, “It’s not that, Chiara, I’d love to snog you all night, but I think you’ve had a lot to drink.” She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
“Whatever,” she replies, causing 2D to sigh. He hangs his head as she walks back over to the bar ordering what looked like another double whiskey. He shuffles back over the couch they had been sitting on to resume his people watching.
Normally, he’d be all about a drunken one night stand, but that is usually because he’s also drunk, but after that exchange with Chiara, his buzz evaporates. He’s feeling protective over her right now though considering her state, so he decides to stick around to keep an eye on her. If she needs help leaving later, he wants to make sure she is safe.
He watches her let loose on the dance floor for a little while longer, ordering two waters in the meantime, knowing she’s going to need some. A little while later she comes up to him on the couch, her face red and a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. “Hey Stuuu,” she slurs, plopping down beside him. “You wanna come dance some more? Its so fun! I’m sweating so bad,” she laughs, putting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m okay,” he says, holding out the cold glass of water to her. “It’s nice watching you, though.” She juts out her lower lip in a pout, pushing the water away.
“Aw, you are such a sweetheart,” she coos, trying to stand but does so a little too quickly as almost falls over. She grabs at his shoulders and on instinct, he grabs her hips to help her steady.
She leans in to kiss him again but he turns his head, causing her to pout again. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?” she asks, almost in a whine. 2D can’t help his laugh. “Like I said, it’s not because I don’t think you’re beautiful, you are and I’d love to shag, but you are drunk, Chiara. I’m not like that.”
If Chiara was been sober, she would’ve been so appreciative of his respect for her but right now she just wants to have it off with him. She pushes his arms away from her hips and storms off toward the bathrooms.
“Damn it,” he mumbles. He’s only just met this girl, but he’s feeling increasingly more responsible for her not only because he met her here but also because there is clearly something going on in her life and it seemed like she could use a friend. He walks over to the bathroom and waits for her, hoping that he can get her to leave before she gets black out drunk.
She comes out a few minutes later, very obviously unsteady on her feet. “Stu!” she says again as she sees him, having already forgotten that she was annoyed with his gentlemanly ways.
He figures it’s best to lure her safely back to his room to make sure she has a lie down before something bad were to happen. “Hey, you want to come back to my hotel instead?” Her eyes light up with a nod. “Let’s go,” he grabs her hand, weaving them in and out the sweating, drunk masses, before they reach the cool night air. He finds them an Uber, the ride to his hotel she keeps trying to get handsy with him, feeling up his thigh, kissing his neck and trying to get him to kiss her but 2D keeps pushing her off. He’s exhausted with the game by the time they arrive at the hotel.
Leading her through the lobby, he keeps a steadying arm around her shoulders. By the time he opens to door to his room, he can tell she’s starting to fade. He isn’t sure of how much she drank because she kept going to the bar without him, but he can see the tell tale signs of a black out coming on. Living with his bandmate Murdoc for over twenty years, he knows all the stages of drunkenness far too well, he’s hoping that Chiara doesn’t have a mean streak in her drunken state like Murdoc does.
She turns around and grips his shirt tight in her fists, pushing up on unsteady toes to try and kiss him again, he lets her this time but only for a moment before he pushes her away again. “Why don’t you have a lie down? I’m just gonna nip to the toilet real quick.” She sways on her feet but nods in agreement.
He takes several deep breaths on the other side of the bathroom door, wondering what to do with his new, very drunk friend. He hopes in the morning he can talk to her about whatever is going on, but he understands that right now, conversation will be lost on her.
He walks back into the living room but she’s nowhere to be seen when he hears soft moaning coming from the bedroom. As he rounds the corner, he sees Chiara has removed her dress and is naked on the bed, pleasuring herself. “Fuck!” he mutters, his heart racing. He knows better than to watch her drunkenly finger herself, so he pries his eyes away from her flushed body to leave the room before she sees him, but he isn’t fast enough.
“Stu,” she pants out, “I’m so fucking ready for you.” He cringes and freezes in his tracks. Approaching the bed, he makes a point to keep his eyes focused on hers, even as she grabs at his shirt again, trying to drag him down on top of her, but he braces himself on his palms, stopping himself from falling. “Please!” she begs, still tugging at his shirt. He pries her fingers off his shirt, realizing he’s going to need to resort to a more stern approach.
“Chiara,” he holds her face in his hands, forcing her to make eye contact, “I’m not going to fuck you. You are pissed! Please, put your clothes back on!”
She sits up straighter and rolls her eyes with a ,”boo,” laying down under the covers and rolling onto her side. 2D takes a deep breath, he can’t deny she’s gorgeous, her body thick but toned and she clearly takes pride in her appearance, but he’s never been in the business of taken advantage of drunk women. He tosses her dress on the bed next to her, but she doesn’t move, he walks around to see she’s already passed out.
“For fucks sake,” he mumbles, pulling the comforter up over her shoulders, deciding he should sleep on the pull out couch out in the common area.
He’s startled awake a few hours later to the sound of retching, walking into the bedroom to see Chiara throwing up over the side of the bed. He sighs and places a trashcan beneath her, taking a bottle of water out of the minifridge. He sits down on the bed next to her, pulling the sheet up around her as she heaves once more. 2D looks out the large window in the suite to see the sun starting to peak up over the ocean with pink and orange hues saturating the early morning.
He hands her the water bottle but she doesn’t look at him. Chiara’s feeling a lot of awful things right now, chief among them is shame. She’s only just met 2D and has already humiliated herself beyond belief. Laying back down after having a few ginger sips of the water, she groans as the room starts spinning once more, taking a few deep breaths to fight through the urge to vomit again.
She falls back asleep not much later, but 2D remains wide awake. Deciding she’s going to need some caffeine, he slips out to the coffee shop he met her at not 24 hours ago. She’s sitting up on the bed by the time he gets back with her dress back on, looking at her phone with one eye open, her free hand holding her head up.
Stepping into the room he says, “I brought coffee,” with a sheepish smile. She doesn’t look at him, but hugs her legs into her chest, putting her head on her knees.
“I’m so humiliated,” she mumbles into her legs. 2D shrugs and sits down on the bed beside her.
Sitting the coffee on the nightstand, he takes the moment to try and comfort her, rubbing her back. “It’s alright, I promise. If you knew my friend Murdoc, you wouldn’t be embarrassed, I’ve seen a lot worse.”
“Why was I naked?” she hesitates to ask, “we didn’t-“
2D shakes his head, “No! You were very persistent but I’d never do that.”
She sighs, putting her head back down, feeling even more mortified. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! God damn it,” she says, gripping her hair tight, pulling a little. After collecting
herself, she turns her gaze back to his kind, dark gaze. “Thank you for being a good person.” What if he was the type to get annoyed and left her at the club, or what if he wouldn’t have been a good person and took advantage of her vulnerable state? Anything could have happened.
“Can I give you a ride back to your hotel? Or whatever you need, it’s my last day here, I’d still like to spend it with you if you want.” Chiara can’t imagine why he wants to do a thing like that, but is grateful regardless.
“Do you want to go to the beach? I need some phototherapy and sand between my toes today, I think.” He agrees and after she gets back to her hotel, she takes a large handful of ibuprophen. “My fucking head is pounding,” she says, the uber ride proving to be a little more stress on her hangover than she planned.
“Yeah, I bet. Hope some fresh ocean air helps.” The uber drops them off at a deserted expanse of beautiful white sand, fresh raked lines going up and down the expanse as far as they could see. They find a spot close to the crashing waves and lay Chiara’s tapestry down for them to sit on. She flops down next to him, facing the sky, letting her body sink into the soft early morning sand. Her hand reaches out for a handful of cool sand, the tactile sensation calming her. “Do you want to talk about anything?” 2D’s interest surprises her.
“Is it that obvious?” she laughs, turning her gaze to him but he’s looking out over the ocean and this is the first time Chiara was able to take a good, long look at him. His profile was so striking and she can’t deny that she’s crushing on him, but she can’t help but wonder about his appearance. His damaged eyes are hidden behind sunglass, and his long, lanky limbs remind her of a baby giraffe’s. She wonders if he’s a bit clumsy in his everyday life.
“I mean, kinda,” he says, leaning back on his elbows. “But you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want. I’ve been told I’m a good listener, though.” They make eye contact, so he offers her an encouraging smile. Chiara can’t pinpoint why, but she is at ease around him in a way she’s never before experienced.
“My Dad died last week,” she says. 2D already knew that from yesterday, but he wasn’t expecting it to be so recent. “That’s what I had to do yesterday, he wanted me to scatter his ashes along this very beach.”
2D looked down at his toes and wiggles them, feeling his heart sink at her obvious heartbreak. “I’m really sorry, Chiara.”
“Thanks. I just, I don’t know what to do. He was my everything, my Mom isn’t in my life anymore and I’m an only child. So, the burden was all on me.” 2D could sympathize with that, he was thankful he had his Mom around when his Dad died so she could take care of all the details, while he provided all the financial support she needed. “Guess I’m not handling it as well as I imagined.”
She sits up and looks at him again, before turning her eyes to the ocean once more. “The beach was his favorite place to be. He worked so hard everyday so he could take me on these expensive vacations each year to every beach we could find, all over the world. Those trips were really the only quality time I ever got with him.” 2D doesn’t know what else he can say, so he drapes his arm over her shoulders, letting her rest her pounding head on him.
His phone starts to ring just then, a shrill, old school landline tone that sends a crack of lightening across Chiara’s brain, causing her to wince and lean away from him. “Sorry,” he says, noticing it’s a Facetime from his other bandmate, Noodle. “Mind if I get this?” She shakes her head, why the hell would she care? “Kon’nichiwa!”
“Kon’nichiwa, 2D!” Chiara glances over to see a cute Asian girl, waving at him, curious if 2D was a nickname or something. “Where are you these days, my friend?”
“I’m sitting on a beach in Beruit with my beautiful new friend Chiara. Didn’t you get my postcard?” he asks.
“No, not yet, I sent one too, you didn’t see? I guess Russ and Murdoc have been back for a few days now, hopefully they’ve seen them. Did you find the machine parts?”
“Yeah, I mentioned it in my postcard, I found them but I couldn’t remember what they were for?”
“This doesn’t surprise me, D! I’m heading home today.”
“I leave first thing tomorrow. Safe travels, Noodle, see you soon.”
“Mata chikaiuchini o ai shimashou!”
2D puts his phone down, turning back to Chiara. “Sorry about that.”
She shrugs, “it’s all good. Who is she, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“Not at all. Um, I’m in a band, she plays guitar but I’ve known her since she was a kid, so she’s like a kid sister to me, too.”
“Oh cool, anything I’ve heard?”
“Maybe? We’re called Gorillaz. We’ve had a few hits in England. I’m the singer, I play keyboards, synth and piano too.”
“That sounds super familiar, I’m sure if I heard a song, I’d recognize it,” she lays her head back on his shoulder, “I play the piano, too. It was important to my Dad that I learn a ‘classical’ skill. I didn’t take to strings or brass or anything like that, but I fell for the piano.” 2D stares at her, feeling a tightness in his chest.
“I’d love to hear you play sometime.” He can’t take his eyes off of her silhouette against the expanse of the ocean.
“Deal,” she says, laying back down. “I’m really sorry again for last night, Stu. Thanks for being so cool about it.”
“It’s okay, really. We all go through it and you have a good excuse.”
“Where’s home for you?” she asks, scooting forward to shove her toes in the damp sand.
“Right now, its London. We just got a really cool live in studio in Shadwell. We’re starting a new project the end of this year.”
“Not too far from me. I was crashing about in Islington until this whole thing with my Dad happened. Guess I’ll be returning to Notting Hill, which I hate, until I can sell his flat. Life is kind of a mess right now.”
“I know all about messy lives,” 2D states, maybe someday Chiara could hear all about his shit show of a life. “Want to go in the water?”
*****
2D is running late for his sushi date with Chiara, this being the second time he was getting to see her since he left Beirut, and he considering it their first date. New Years Eve is next week and he’s hoping she’ll want to come hang out at Kong and meet the rest of the band.
She’s standing outside of e&o in Notting Hill, a few blocks from her Dad’s flat, looking annoyed. “I’m sorry I’m late, I lost track,” he leans in to kiss her cheek, noting her stiffness and backs away. “Did we miss our reservation?”
“No,” she turns her back to him, heading to the door, “let’s just go sit.” He nods, worrying he’s already ruined their first date. They sit at a table in the back corner, 2D had asked to be secluded, he didn’t want to be recognized while he was trying to woo Chiara, and he thought it was more romantic this way, too. Not that he’s any connoisseur of romance. “You look beautiful,” he says, trying to coax her mood away from whatever is bothering her. She’s angry tapping at her phone, his words registering in her periphery.
She sets her phone down, with a curt, “Thank you, Stu.” 2D is surprised when Chiara orders water, unsure of how to approach whatever is going on. They’ve been talking over text since he left Beruit in September, learning as much as they could about each other’s past, but Chiara had only just gotten back to London three weeks ago when they met up for coffee.
That was a brief get together, and 2D is trying to take this fledgling relationship seriously. Chiara had been running circles in his mind since he met her. She had a lot going on in her life, he learned. Her Dad was the CEO of a very large and profitable media company, that held many small media companies under its umbrella. He’d left her the company in his will and it was making her miserable. Deep down, 2D knows she’s trying not to take it out on him, but he cant help feeling a little put off right now.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” she says. “It’s not just one thing, I’m not sure where to start.”
Their drinks come and they order, Chiara taking a chaste sip of her water. “For starters, this sucks,” she says, holding up the glass. Ever since that night in Beirut, Chiara hasn’t been drinking, her visceral response to sudden sobriety is nothing new to 2D. Murdoc was always in a shit mood when he was trying to sober up for a while.
“You’re doing a good thing for yourself,” but his words go unheard as Chiara let’s loose.
“Also, everyone at my Dad’s company hates me. All they care about is the money and I fucking don’t. I’m trying to step away from the position, but I’m getting so much shit from the board. They want me to pretty much stay on as a figurehead, just attend the board meetings so I can vote and shit but everyone wants me to vote their way and not the other way, its infuriating, I barely understand what any of them are talking about, I went to school for music theory not business. Plus I can’t seem to sell my Dad’s flat and I just want to get the hell out of Notting Hill.”
Taking a big gulp of his water, he absorbs all this new information. “Um, where are you going to go once it is sold?”
She shakes her head, “No idea, don’t care. Just not here anymore. I can’t stand the people and the scene here. Maybe I’ll go back to Islington, I liked it there.” 2D is picking at his wakame, distracted by this side of Chiara. Its making him realize how much he still didn’t know about her. He was understanding about her drinking problem, that happens to a lot of people, but the death of her wealthy CEO Daddy and all the responsibility that comes with it is something he just can’t relate to.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with that, sounds stressful.” He’s looking out the window now, unsure of how to proceed on this evening.
She rolls her eyes, “It is and I picked a great time to stop drinking.” They sit in silence for a moment, 2D thinking that maybe he needs a stiff drink. She sighs and puts her head in her hands. “Fuck, Stu, I’m sorry. I was really, really looking forward to this night, I’ve had a really shit week, it’s hard for me to just let it go.” He smiles, feeling a bit of relief.
“Its okay, Chiara. I hate those times when it feels like shit after shit just keeps piling up and it seems endless.” She nods, reaching out to take his hand in hers. More relief from 2D, he was starting to worry that maybe falling for someone on a vacation might not translate to real life.
“Please, tell me about you. How’s the machine and stuff?”
“All fixed, ready to get switched on, we’re all excited about it.” He gives her hand a squeeze, seeing the immediate remorse in her eyes over her bad mood. “Been a few years since we’ve gotten together to make music and this is a whole new way to do it, we’re releasing music throughout the year instead of taking months or years to record a whole record to release at once. Should be an interesting time.”
“I’ve been listening to all the other music, I really, really love it and I love your singing. I can’t wait to see what you get out of this.”
“Yeah?” He says, feeling chuffed, “I’m glad you like it.” So much has happened since Gorillaz recorded Humanz and lived in Detroit, Murdoc going to jail and doing an album without him, it was strange to think another chapter was on the horizon with the original foursome and that he’d have someone besides the band to share in the journey. “I hope you can meet them soon, I’m sure they’d love you.” He looks down at where there hands are connected. That isn’t an entirely true statement, he knows one person who will have a problem with him dating someone.
“If they’re you’re family, I can’t wait to meet them either.”
“How about New Years? We are all just talking of taking a night in, getting smashed, watching the terrible performances on all the countdown shows." Chiara grimaces at the mention of alcohol.
“Maybe I wont drink, but that does sound fun, you sure they wouldn’t mind?”
“I won’t drink if you’re not and I don’t really care if they do mind.”
“Okay, it’s a date.” 2D feels himself blush, liking the sound of another date. “Want to come see my Dad’s flat?” He looks up at her and nods with anticipation, hoping they’ll be able to do what she was too pissed to do the night the met.
They stroll hand in hand the few blocks away to her Dad’s flat, looking like an ordinary brick building that unless you know that there are expensive, opulent flats inside, you’d pass right by and not think twice. She puts the code into three security boxes before they even get inside the building, “they take security very seriously here. The people who live here think everyone gives a shit about all their material possessions.” They get in the lift and she presses the button for the top floor, the lift opening up right into the spatial flat.
2D is taken back by the spacial flat, with vaulted ceilings, large bay windows looking out over a balcony set for parties and the rooftops of London. It’s a very well maintained property that Chiara has a clear distain for. “Wow, this place is amazing.” She turns and glares at him.
“If you like over indulgent bullshit, then yeah, I guess its amazing.” 2D side-eyes her, walking around her and peering down the hallway.
“Why don’t you want to live here? I’m surprised you’re having a hard time selling it.”
“It’s just not my style and the price is too inflated. I loved my Dad, obviously, but he was all about flashy shit and showing off to people who couldn’t give two shits about him, never made any sense to me. He’d bring all these snobby, well to do arseholes over and try to impress them and I’d hear them complaining and talking shite out in the garden. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the appeal of a society life.”
She takes his hand and leads him to a small bedroom down the hallway on the left. “This is my old room, my dad made it guest room after I moved out, don’t think he ever had anyone stay in it though.”
The room has a queen size bed and a few dressers, nothing in it that 2D would call a creature comfort. “I imagine when this was your room, there was more to look at.” She smiles at him, nodding in agreement.
“Yes, there was,” she takes his hands and pulls him close, looking up at his large, opaque eyes. Since he told her how his eyes got that way, she fell in love with them because of how much they’ve come to represent his life as it is now. She wishes she had something so definitive to end one chapter of her life to usher in the other. “I’m sorry I was being a bitch earlier, I can’t wait to resolve all this nonsense and start feeling like myself again,” she says, still staring up at the voids in his face. “Please kiss me.”
Taking her face in his hands, he kisses her with an intention he’s been mulling around over the passed few months. He can’t deny that his feelings for Chiara are growing day by day, he only has reservations about what a future between them may look like.
Even though they’ve been getting to know about each other’s pasts, hopes and intentions, you can never really know someone until you spend time with them and 2D is eager to get there. Staying in London for a while is going to help, he just needs to know how Chiara feels about moving forward together.
She deepens the kiss, standing on her tip toes to reach, he scoops her up in his long limbs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his bony waist, throwing her arms around him tight. Their kiss heats up in urgency, the months of no touching, kissing, or feeling anything but distance catching up to them in a flurry of complicated emotions. 2D walks toward the bed, placing her back on the mattress, his hands now free to explore her curves, something he’s been craving since the night day they met.
She breaks their kiss, only for a moment, to touch his face as he did hers, checking to make sure that he was really here above her, a fantasy fulfilled since her embarrassing show the night they met in Beirut. “I’m so happy you’re here,” she says, forcing a smile from him. He dips his head down to kiss across her neck, Chiara tilting her head back, bursts of pleasure sending goosebumps across her body.
He lets his hands roam up her thighs, as she kicks off her heels, arching her hips up at the mere thought of his hands finally on her bare sensitive skin. He sits up and shimmies her dress up over her thighs and hips, licking his lips at the sight of her panties, watching as she pulls the dress off her body.
He’d already seen her naked but he didn’t take the time to really admire her due to the circumstance, but now he was almost shaking at being so close to her, skin to skin. She pulls off her bra, 2D’s cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he sighs, loving how his words make her blush.
“Your turn,” she smiles, helping him take off his shirt before reaching down to unbutton his jeans. He kicks them off as she palms his cock, grateful to feel the full girth, sliding her fist up and down his shaft, a soft moan escaping him. He crawls onto the bed with her, his large frame dwarfing her own, the sensation of being over-powered even with her hand on his dick forces a deep throb through the center of her body.
Taking her breasts in his hands, he sucks her nipples between the gap in his teeth, as she pumps faster, running her free hand through his hair, her chest heaving with desire. He kisses over the curves of her breasts before trailing his lips across her abdomen, causing her to let go of his throbbing cock as he nips at her hip bones, sliding his nimble fingers into her panties, moaning at the slick wetness leaking out of her. He yanks in urgency at her panties, watching as she kicks them away, inviting him in with the spread of her legs.
She gasps with joy as he dips his head between her thighs, wrapping his long fingers around them and sucking at her clit. “Oh god,” she pants, rolling her hips up at this mouth. It’s been almost a year since she’s been with someone like this, hell since anyone has really touched her at all. She tenses beneath him, her hips shaking, but he backs away, hearing a small whine from her.
He kisses back up her torso to hover over her once more, “Sorry, I can’t wait another second.” He kisses her with as much tenderness as he can muster, his muscles on vibrate.
“Thank god,” she mumbles, letting him press her thighs open a little wider. He teases her drooling hole for a moment, loving how she’s undulating beneath him in a silent beg for more. “Please, Stu,” she has a plead to her gaze and her voice, so he presses into her, her walls clenching him tight as his length inches inside, her eyes squeezing shut as he slides his arm under her neck to pull her body closer to his, moving his hips against hers.
His pace is slow to start but she wraps her legs around his waist, pressing her heels into his lower back to encourage him deeper. He thrusts harder for her, Chiara tossing her head back, lifting up to match his pace.
Leaning back, he pulls her legs up so her feet are resting just below his shoulders and he forces himself deeper, eliciting gasps of joy as he finds that perfect spot within her. Each thrust is getting more shallow and urgent than the one before and she grasps at him anywhere she can, continuing to meet his pace, that foreign bubbling in her gut that she hadn’t felt since that night in Beirut. Her breath hitches and he can tell she’s close but he’s craving a closeness this position isn’t providing.
He pulls out at sits up, loving her protest over the sudden emptiness, guiding her to crawl onto his lap, straddling him to hover above his aching cock. He holds himself still, watching with heavy lidded eyes as she lowers herself down, gripping his shoulders for balance.
She buries his cock to the hilt before rolling her hips against him, 2D nuzzling his face into her neck , nipping, kissing and licking every bare inch of skin he can reach, gripping her hips with an almost bruising tightness. “I’m going to come so soon, please don’t stop,” he mumbles into her ear, the sensation of his breath on her ear taking her closer to the edge. She bounces up and down with more force now, her own orgasm coursing it’s way through her body.
He slides his fingers up her back and into her hair, tugging her lips to his as they pant into each other, their kisses becoming more and more erratic. Chiara gasps, finding her hands back in his hair, clawing at him as her muscles stiffen. “Fuck, fuck,” she says, clenching him as tight as she can, rolling her hips as her orgasm rips across her ignited nerves. 2D bucks his hips up frantic, his own orgasm exploding deep into her, their kisses slowing.
He moans as he wraps his arms tight around her waist, Chiara placing grateful kisses along his jaw and flushed cheeks before melting back into his lips. “Thank you, Stu,” she breathes into their lip lock, feeling him smile.
“Feels like it took way too long to get here,” he states between pecks as their heartbeats slow back to normal.
There's nothing that I wouldn't rather do
Just want to stay up all night with you