86 - We Dream The Same Dreams

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"I'm sorry for that night at Libertine. I never properly apologised for, um..."

"Trying to jump my bones?"

"I wasn't trying to jump your bones!" I protested indignantly, looking up into Louis' face, and he laughed softly.

"Again, just teasing." He yawned sleepily, his eyes half closing, but still maintained eye contact with me.

"Well, anyway, I'm sorry I put you in that position," I repeated, feeling a tingle down my spine as I looked deep into his eyes. "Every time I think about it I want the ground to open up and swallow me."

"Think about it a lot, do you?"

He smiled mischievously, and my heart began to pound as his stare seemed to burn a hole right through me, igniting a strange heat in my veins that I had never felt before. 

"Stop taking the piss," I smiled back, adjusting my head on the small pillow. "Just accept the apology and let's move on!"

"I'm just making conversation," he shrugged, his eyes dropping briefly to my lips. "You're the one who keeps having these wild fantasies about me."

I reached over to poke his cheek playfully, but he closed his fingers around mine.

"Wild fantasties are the nearest you'll ever get," I whispered.

He said nothing for a few moments but returned my gaze, moistening his lips with his tongue before speaking again.

"You sure about that?"

"Stop flirting with me," I murmured, shifting position and somehow moving closer to him under the faint glow from the aeroplane cabin's dimmed lights.

"Stop flirting with me," he fired back, smirking down at me, our faces now only inches apart.

I bit my lip, my heart pounding as his fingers brushed against mine, sending a jolt of desire to the pit of my stomach that ached enticingly.

"We both know you still would, though," he added huskily, after a moment, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he waited for my response.

"Yeah, well... you still would too," I breathed.

As he leaned towards me I closed my eyes, and felt his breath on my cheek half a second before his lips touched mine. The kiss was tentative; he was testing the water to see what my reaction would be, perhaps even afraid that I was merely calling his bluff and would suddenly push him away. 

I didn't.

Our lips broke apart for a brief moment and then touched softly once more, this time feeling a little less foreign and a little more comfortable. My heart was hammering in my chest, so hard that he must have been able to feel it, but if he did he said nothing, and continued to kiss me gently, his mouth opening and his warm tongue touching mine. He tasted deliciously unfamiliar; of danger, excitement and heartbreak.

A minute or so passed as we lay side by side together without uttering a word, my hand resting on his collarbone and his on my waist, kissing continuously. His fingers pressed gently into my back, and then slid down to my thigh, pulling my hips towards his so our lower bodies were now touching.

Eventually his lips curved into a smile against mine and he pulled away with one last peck on my lips.

"Well well. This is new." 

I smiled self-consciously and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Do you think anyone's realised what we're up to?" I asked.

"I thought I heard Niall stir," he replied. "But it was a false alarm. He's fast asleep."

"Niall?" I repeated in confusion.

"Yeah. It's his house, remember?"

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked behind Louis. The room was illuminated only from the blue glare of the muted television, and all around the room I could make out the shapes of our friends in sleeping bags fast asleep on the lounge floor.

Louis shifted closer to me again, pulling the blanket up over our heads and slipping his leg between mine. I felt a flutter of excitement at the feel of his bare skin as I realised I was wearing only an oversize shirt and knickers, and he wore loose boxers and a tshirt. He leaned towards me and kissed me again, his arm draping over my body this time, and I lifted my hands to his face, and then ran my fingers through his hair. His kisses adopted a new urgency, and his fingertips played absently with the hem of my top against my thigh, before pushing it up to my waist and stroking the bare skin of my stomach above my knickers. My fingers pulled almost inadvertently at the roots of his hair; gently, but hard enough to express the desire I felt for him, that began in the pit of my belly and raced through my veins like adrenaline. His hand left my waist and dropped to my bum, pulling me against him again so I could feel him, long and hard, pressing against my naval. I let out a puff of air, and he acknowledged it with a squeeze of my bum and a nudge of his hips as we broke apart an inch again, pausing to catch our breath.

I moved the blanket off our heads, and as I did so Louis moved over me between my legs so he was lying on top of me and I was on my back. 

"Louis," I whispered as he leaned down to kiss me again. "What if someone sees us?"

"Everyone's asleep," he whispered back. "And I can be quiet. I can't guarantee you will be, though."

He grinned wickedly as I felt heat rising in my face at his words.

"You're confident," I remarked.

"With good reason," he replied. "So maybe it's better if we do go somewhere more comfortable, and a little more private?"

He pushed the blanket off us entirely and stood up from the floor, adjusting his boxers discreetly. As I stood up beside him I saw Niall and Justin Bieber deep in conversation on the sofa, while a game of golf was playing on the television. Niall looked up at us as we approached him, and muted the sound.

"You guys going to bed?" he asked, and I tugged at the hem of my shirt self-consciously as it barely skimmed my thighs.

"Yeah, see you in the morning," Louis answered, running his fingertips sideways across his forehead to brush his fringe out of his eyes, and Niall nodded before turning back to Justin.

"I can't believe you have a pencil case with my face on it," Justin said, and Niall beamed as we slipped out of the room.

"Of course mate, I'm a huge fan..."

Louis took my hand as we climbed the stairs and walked along a spacious hallway, and we came to a white door at the very end of the corridor. He flicked the light on as he entered a large, luxurious bedroom with one wall made entirely of glass. I had the strangest feeling I'd been here before. He balanced on the balls of his feet, watching me as I entered the room, his hands linked behind his back.

"Won't Niall mind us coming up here?" I asked, and Louis gave me a confused look as he closed the door behind us.

"Niall?" he repeated. "He's in LA. And why would he mind me showing you my bedroom?"

"I really like what you've done with the place," I remarked, as he came up behind me and slipped his arm around my waist.

"Looks good, doesn't it," he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck, sending a shiver down my back and a flush of goosebumps across my collarbone. "But you look better."

His hands rested momentarily on my hips, before slipping under my shirt and sliding slowly up my body to cup my breasts as he dropped gentle kisses on my neck. I let my head fall to the side and closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath as his fingers squeezed gently. His hips pushed forward so I could feel his erection pressing hard against my bum. 

I squirmed against him in pleasure and after a moment I turned around in his arms, reaching up to pull his face down to mine as his left arm curled around my back and his right hand pushed gently between my legs. I gave a soft whimper as his finger brushed against my knickers delicately, before pushing them to the side and sliding against me with ease.

He exhaled as he pushed one finger into me, and I gripped his neck tighter, intensifying the kiss as he added another.

"Louis," I whispered, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, cutting me off from moaning his name. 

I took a step backwards, pulling him with me as I edged slowly towards the bed. My hands found the bottom of his tshirt and I yanked it up impatiently over his head and threw it on the floor. We reached the bed and collapsed onto it, Louis on top of me only for a second until I pulled his hands away and pushed him onto his back to sit astride him.

He smirked up at me and I smirked back, my eyes flicking to his chest to study his tattoos.

"Like what you see?" he teased, and I gave him a look of indifference which made him chuckle. I leaned forward and kissed each word of 'It Is What It Is' inked just bellow his collarbone, and then also the '78' as an afterthought, which earned another smile.

I sat up again and gazed down at him, and his hands tugged the bottom of my oversize shirt, pulling it off and letting it drop over the side of the bed so I was now wearing nothing but a pair of knickers. I let my gaze wander slowly up his chest to his eyes, where I found them staring into mine.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he smirked, reaching up to touch my breasts with both hands again.

"I'd rather live in the moment," I retorted, and he lifted one hand to my neck and pulled my face down to his to kiss me again. His other hand continued stroking my nipple, and I reached down between us to palm him gently through his boxers. He let out a soft moan, squeezing the back of my neck gently, his stubble rough against my chin as we kissed harder.

I eased the waistband of his boxers over his erection, and took it carefully in my hand, curling my fingers around it and moving slowly down and then back up, running my thumb over his tip which made him shudder and smile.

"Good?" I murmured.

"Yeah."

I sat up and pulled his boxers all the way down, and he half-frowned at me.

"Why am I the only one who's completely naked?" he asked, sitting up and hooking his finger over the top of my knickers.

I let him slide them down, and he rolled me over so he was now lying on top of me, nestling between my legs, our chests touching. 

"Hey," I muttered, protesting at the relinquished control as his lips brushed mine again.

He pulled back and met my gaze. "What? You've been imagining this moment since the day we met. Don't pretend you haven't."

"Yeah... well, so have you," I shot back, and he smirked again as his lowered his face to mine, nudging his hips forward so his tip slid against me.

"True."

Our lips connected again and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, slipping my tongue into his mouth as he pushed inside me an inch, withdrew, and pushed forward again a little further. I breathed hard, as with each gentle thrust he slid a bit deeper inside me, spreading my legs wider so that he was eventually fully in. I raked my fingers through his hair as his lips crashed hard against mine, the pent up frustration of the last few months only mounting further with every roll of his hips. Every muscle in my body was tensed like a tightly coiled spring, and I pulled at his hair with one hand, whimpering softly, and dug my nails into his back with the other as the pace rapidly increased. My chin was starting to hurt from where his stubble rubbed against me, but the pain was almost pleasurable and only added to the excitement as I felt myself nearing the edge.

"You close?" he murmured, breaking the kiss for a second.

"Yeah," I panted.

"Fuck, me too."

I closed my eyes as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, and waited as the next few thrusts tipped me over and I started to come. I heard myself cry out, voicing my euphoria, and Louis pushed harder and faster into me to intensify the release that had been seven months coming; his own grunts of pleasure adding to my satisfaction. My fingertips pressed into his flesh, unable to relax until the feeling had completely subsided, and only then did he collapse on top of me, still and spent; both of us panting as though we had run a marathon.

A drop of sweat dripped off his forehead onto mine as we lay together silently, and after a minute I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me triumphantly, his breathing now almost returned to normal.

"You really do rock the just-fucked look," he winked.

"I made a special effort," I quipped.

"I knew you'd be a screamer," he smirked.

The bed fell away from beneath us suddenly, as though the bottom had dropped out of the world, and I gasped in fright and sat bolt upright, gripping the blanket to my chest and looking frantically around the cabin at the others who were beginning to stir.

"What the fuck was that?" Lottie muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

"Turbulence I presume," came Dan Deakin's voice from the seat in front of me.

I looked down to my right at Louis' sleeping figure huddled beneath his own blanket, and heard a soft moan escape his lips that I couldn't quite decipher before he slowly opened his eyes and frowned.

"'s goin' on?" he mumbled.

Before I could answer there was a crackle over the intercom and a male voice said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for the drop you may have just felt. This was due to a small air pocket below us, and I would ask that you return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts until we have passed through this patch of turbulence."

I fumbled under my blanket to fasten my seatbelt again, and saw Louis doing the same.

My stomach somersaulted as I looked at him, the memory of my dream vivid. I felt a burning heat rising in my cheeks as I recalled moaning his name, feeling him pounding inside me...

I ran my hand over my face in disbelief. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with him - however would I again, after imagining all that in such detail while sleeping right next to him? 

The plane dropped sharply again, probably no more than about ten feet, but I was caught off guard and it was enough to make me squeal out loud in shock.

"You ok, Jess?" Lottie called.

"Yeah... sorry... just not a fan of turbulence," I called back weakly, looking over at her and attempting a smile.

I just dream-fucked your brother, hope you don't mind.

I felt Louis' gaze on me and flushed bright red as I looked down at him. He smirked at me, and I quickly looked away as I lay back down and pulled my blanket up to my chin. There were several seconds of silence.

"I knew you'd be a screamer," Louis murmured under his breath.

My eyes widened and my stomach backflipped, and I couldn't stop my head from turning slowly in horror to look at him as the heat in my face started to spread through my body. He held my gaze for a moment, still smirking knowingly. 

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," he winked.

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