| Happy Thanksgiving |
| Some peole watch the Macey's Day Parade... others read abous Paul and Gabby... |
| "She started it" ::By Cathryne:: One of Several Detached Peices |
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| Note: Oh lo and oddness when I stumbled upon this. * * * * * * * * If They Only Knew * * * * * * * * Two-forty-five in the morning was not an unusual time for Gabrielle to be up. She plodded along, one foot in front of the other, sighing. Her mind was unusually blank and her counterance was untroubled. Being with children that have not been ‘jaded’ by the world yet can do that to you. The Mary Jane shoes were giving her blisters on the back of her heels. That had been why she disliked them so much. Three inch stilettos were much more her thing. Sure, you could break an ankle, but they made you feel pretty. Pretty and tall. A smile slipped onto her face. Paul took the opportunity to sling his arm around her shoulders “Think they’ll ever figure it out?” he asked She blinked, somewhat surprised to see him there. He’d been so quiet she forgot the lanky bassist was with her “Oh, er..” she shrugged “Dunno. I reckon so. I mean we did ruin their bathroom” “It wasn’t my fault” Paul abashed “It was yours. You didn’t warn me they would make a tsunami out of the bath water” Gabrielle chuckled “Well, I’m blaming it on you anyway” Paul was quiet for a minute. And then he said “If you blame it on me, I will never have sex with you again” Gabrielle laughed and twisted away from him. She clasped her hands together dramatically. “Oh, what a travesty” “Ah, come on” said Paul grinning broadly and sidled up to her “You know you’d fucking be gagging fer it” “I think *your* gagging fer it” “I am not” he retorted She gave him a look. “Maybe I am” he admitted “But every time I so much as breathe in your ear, you go fucking ballistic” Gabrielle busted up laughing “I fucking do not!” “You do!” he insisted “watch” he leaned in and inhaled sharply next to her ear making her laugh harder. “Well,” he sighed in mock defeat, pouting in that pouting-paul way “Usually, you go mad and wet your knickers” She whacked him across the chest “Fuck off, I do not. I am perfectly capable of resisting yer charms, McCartney” “Darling, No on can resist my charms” Paul drawled She snorted with laughter, ruining the moment “Oh yeah” she said sarcastically “Right, but oh. It isn’t as if you could resist my oh-so-womanly sexual charms.” “What? you mean that thing where you beg for it in a closet?” he asked innocently. A well aimed kick to the shins was executed by Gabrielle. She sniffed imperatively. “I do not beg for it. I simply like it in closets” “It’s better laying down” Paul said seriously “Really, you can’t keep doing it vertically” “Was that an invitation?” “Was that you agreeing?” She stopped walking and cocked her head to the side. She raised her eyebrows and rocked back on her heels. Paul watched her. She was thinking. A pensive look crossed her face and then she shrugged. “Sure” “Sure?” he repeated “Uh huh, why not” “That’s good” he nodded, confused. Thy continued on walking. Then quiet fell over them. Paul was not sure what was going on. Did this mean they were going to have sex again? Did this mean he could have sex with her when ever he wanted? Was she his mistress? Or worse… has he her man whore? If they were with George what would he do? What if she told George? What if she told him everything. What if George found out they were friends who shag? What would George do? What if Gabby’s already shagging George? What if they were friends that shag too? What if George was wondering the same thing? What about Aaron? Was she shagging him too? Was she in love with him and shagging him? What if she got pregnant? What if it was George’s? What if it was Aaron’s? what if it was his? Paul sucked in a deep breath and looked over at her. She had her lips pursed and seemed generally calm. “So…” He started to say “You aren’t… seeing anyone else… are you?” “No. I’m not shagging anyone else. You should be able to *tell* Paul. Yer with me every fucking second of me life now-a-days” Paul nodded. They kept walking. Where were they going? And then he recognized the street his house was on, and Gabrielle’s house was an intersection and a crosswalk away. His mind started asking more questions. This was odder then he thought it would be. He needed to work on that whole friends you shag thing. They stopped in front of his front gate. Gabrielle looked at him expectantly and Paul’s face remained neutral. She continued to look at him. He wasn’t sure what she wanted. He raised his eyebrows a bit and opened his mouth to say something but then shut it again. He didn’t know. Didn’t know. To many questions. Too confused. Gabrielle rolled her eyes “Fer fucks sake, Paul. Yer fucking’orrible at this, man” She reached up on tip-toe and closed the gap between them. Her hands slipped backwards on either side of his face, cupping his jaw in her palms. Her hands were cold but he didn’t move. He wanted her to kiss him this time. It was usually him instigating things. The fact that his mind was clear and he would remember every detail helped. He felt her fingertips curl into the hair at the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered shut and he snapped his closed as well. She inhaled sharply and brought her face closer to his. Paul licked his lips, in waiting. His mind shut off and he commanded himself not to think about anything but her. It wasn’t hard to accomplish Gabrielle turned her face to the side and tried to bring herself up higher to level herself. His breath warmed her cheek, sweet and smelling of chocolate and coffee, like his eyes. Deep pools of chocolaty brown quagmire that you could fall into and happily never leave. She opened her eyes a bit, just to see what he was doing. He felt her eyelashes brush against his nose but didn‘t open his own. She shut them again and leaned forward, pressing her mouth against his, in a closed warm kiss. Paul sighed internally. She twisted her face to the side and worked her tongue between his lips, gently brushing over his teeth and lips. Paul’s hands closed around her waist. He opened his mouth a bit more and moved his tongue against hers, relishing in the chills it sent down his spine. He unintentionally pulled her closer and took over the kiss. Gabrielle’s hand dropped to his shoulders and then slid down his narrow back and lean arms. The broke apart to breathe and he caught her eye “D’you wanna go inside?” he asked innocently enough. She took a deep breath and sneaked a kiss in the corner of his mouth “Who’s home?” “Mike, Dad’s gone fer the weekend” “We’ll be quiet” she sighed and trailed her finger down the curve of his jaw. “I hope” she placed several small wet kisses up to his ear, sighing contently in between. “No we won’t” Paul moaned “OK” her tongue found his ear and drew shivers up his spine with what she did. “We could just neck for hours” he mumbled and turned her around, letting her kiss and nip at his neck as he pushed the gate open. “Ok” “D’you really care?” he grinned, “No” she sighed and held her hand out for him. He took it and followed her up the steps to his house. He opened the door and once on the other side of the threshold he gathered her up in his arms again. They bumped into the wall adjacent to the door. Paul pulled her blouse out from her skirt and slid his hand up underneath. His warm hands teased the supple skin there and slid up to cup her breasts. Gabrielle dropped her hands a bit lower. She could feel him growing hard against her leg and groaned quietly into his mouth. “Where’s your room?” “Upstairs” she pulled away. “Come ‘ead then” she said with an incline of her head, they scurried up the staircase as quick as they could. Light snores were heard from Mike’s room. Paul went down the hallway a bit more and then he grabbed her again. Pulling her close, he urgently unzipped her skirt in back and sbent his head to kiss the hollow of her neck. She didn’t bat his hands away and instead pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. Paul obliged and tossed it into a vacant corner. His hands resumed with feeling her up in front. They stumbled backwards and Paul stopped them before they went to far. “This is it” he breathed, opening the door and then kicking it shut again. “Lock it” she whispered “What?” “Lock it!” Paul let go of her and turned around, as quickly as humanly possible he locked his bedroom door with a few soft clicks. Gabrielle yanked her arms out of her sweater and tossed it aside. She grasped the edges of her skirt and removed it as well. She started undoing her blouse when Paul returned. Kissing her with a fervor and hooking his fingers into the elastic of her knickers. She rolled her hips up against his and pulled at his T shirt “Off” She murmured distractedly He complied and tugged it off over his head in one fluid motion, and it joined her clothes on the floor. “You get naked fast” he chuckled, walking her backwards to ward the bed. She muttered something unintelligible but was smiling. He undid the last button on her blouse and chucked it next to their feet. With experienced fingers her bra joined it and with a quiet squeak of the mattress they fell backwards onto Paul’s unmade bed. Gabrielle noticed a sock hanging from the head board. Paul raised his head from working kisses down her chest to see what she was giggling about. “Oh, that’s George’s” “How can you tell” she giggled, and ran her hands through his thick dark hair, puling his face back up to hers. “Smellier” he shrugged and kissed her plainly “Ooh” she said when they broke a part “But why are George’s socks over here” He gave her a look “Stop talking about George” “Sorry” Paul lowered his face to her neck and restarted his journey downwards. She arched her back against him, and ignored the sock. Paul pressed his index finger up against the stretchy fabric of her knickers. She made a whimpering sound and slid her hands up and down his back. He clapped a hand down over her mouth and looked at her seriously. “Quietly, remember” “Well if you must, just kiss me to shut me up” she giggled Paul kissed her lightly and then with more force. She undid the top half of his jeans and slid her hand inside. “Does this mean we’re friends that shag?” he asked breathlessly against her ear She groaned quietly “I’d say so” |
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