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The first time Creature heard the sounds coming from Lisa's bed, he had very deliberately ignored them. He knew what she was doing. There was no mistaking the origin of the soft, wet sounds. Especially not when he could hear the catch in her breath and the quiet moans she let out even though it was obvious she was trying to be quiet. She clearly wanted privacy. She either thought she was quiet enough to be undetected or assumed he was asleep. Either way, he forced himself to keep the closet door closed. He would ignore it.
Or maybe he could just listen. There was no harm in that.
By the third night he heard her, he wasn't just listening. He cracked the closet door open and strained his eyes through the darkness, watching her move beneath the blankets, head turning this way and that as her body rode the sensations she was giving herself. He couldn't see much of anything, but it was enough to drive him mad with want. His Lisa was giving herself pleasure. Right there, scant feet away from him. If he just stood he'd be there in a few steps. But he resisted, contenting himself with watching.
He should have known he couldn't hold back forever.
He'd lasted a few more nights without moving from his place in the closet or drawing attention to himself. She still didn't know he watched her. They went through their days as usual: he would pick her outfits for her, she would talk to him, they would spend what time together they could, and eventually she would go to bed and he would go to the closet. And nearly every night he would hear her, and he would open the door.
It was too much for a man to bear. His Lisa seemed insatiable. Surely, surely she would want his help. Either she would allow him to touch her, to lose himself in her and bring out more of those wonderful sounds, to see her properly as she came apart. Or she would be upset with him and probably stop her nightly ritual.
He heard her start, and he cracked open the door to look. The blankets were thrown off tonight, and he didn't know what higher power to thank for that blessing but he knew enough to enjoy it. She was glorious, her shirt riding up over her stomach, her hand disappearing down her sleep shorts. He couldn't see her hand, but he could see its movement below the thin fabric. Somehow that seemed even more tantalizing. Creature sat and watched her for a few long moments, transfixed. Lisa's breathing grew rougher, little moans starting to escape. He was edging towards the bed without realizing it, crawling his way out of the closet towards her. He was at the foot of her bed when he could make out a word she'd been moaning almost under her breath.
"Creature..."
He froze, certain he'd been caught, but no. She didn't open her eyes, didn't stop her movements. If anything she redoubled her efforts, the hand down her shorts moving faster, her free hand moving up to cup one of her perfect breasts through her shirt.
She doesn't know. She didn't say that because she knows I'm here, she...
"Creature, please!"
Her voice was low, so much so that he knew that if he'd stayed in the closet he wouldn't have been able to make out any words at all. But from here, he could hear it perfectly. She was calling for him. She was touching herself, and she was thinking of him.
The soft groan that escaped his lips caused her eyes to fly open, but he was on her before she could jerk her hands away from her body and pretend she hadn't been doing exactly what she'd just been doing. He knelt beside the bed, his face inches from hers, his right hand on her hip and his left in her hair. She looked at him with wide eyes, and her trembling breaths only excited him more. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to move her hands aside, pick up exactly where she left off. He wanted to kiss her. The slight panic in her eyes did nothing to dampen his ardor, but he made himself pause. He wanted to ravish her, but should his Lisa breathe the slightest hint of displeasure at the idea he'd not lay another hand on her.
He waited, trying to convey with his eyes alone exactly what he wanted from her. It took her a moment to catch her breath and process the way he was looking at her, but the panic started to leave her eyes, to be replaced by something much better. The hand that had been working at her breast came to rest on the side of his face, and her other hand moved his from her hip, starting to guide it exactly where she'd been moments before.
"Creature..."
The way she breathed the name she'd given him was so much better now that she was looking at him.
"You were watching me?" Her voice wasn't accusatory, simply curious. He nodded and was rewarded with a shy smile. "You want to help?"
He nodded enthusiastically and savored her little gasp as his fingers found her wet heat. She was absolutely soaked, and the thought that all of this was from her thinking of him was nearly enough to undo him on the spot. Creature easily slipped a finger inside her, her body hungrily accepting it and the second one he slid inside alongside it. His thumb brushed over her swollen clit and he felt himself throb in response to her sharp cry.
"Creature..." Lisa's voice was soft and breathless and he leaned towards her to hear her better. She was smiling, eyes closed in pleasure, breath hitching and hips bucking as he curled his fingers. "I knew you'd be good with your hands."
Oh, I haven't even begun to show you good yet, darling.
"Oh!" She arched her back as Creature found his rhythm, thrusting his fingers and circling his thumb. He was quickly learning to play her like an instrument, finding the right rhythm, the right pressure and curves of his fingers to draw the sweetest sounds from her lips.
Lisa had never moved her hand from his wrist and she tightened it as her body arched. He worried that she was going to pull his hand away and ask him to stop. Instead she pulled him in closer, encouraging him with a little cry of "more, please!" and brushing her fingers over the stitches she'd used to make him whole again. She had opened her eyes, lust-filled gaze fixed on him, and between that and her plea he could deny her nothing.
He slid another finger inside her slowly, gently stretching her further. His thumb never let up the tight circles around her clit and she cried out again, louder this time. She was looking at him in wonder, and he knew he would never be able to get enough of that look. He smiled at her, equal amounts loving and absolutely wicked as he pumped his fingers in and out, pushing them deep and curling them on the way back. She arched her back and the bitten off moan she made caught in her throat. He could tell she was getting close, and an idea occurred to him. Lisa had been begging as she fantasized about him. He wondered if he could get her to beg him for real.
Creature's fingers slowed, his thumb rubbed softer, more of a tease than anything to grant real relief. Lisa's gaze was pleading when she looked at him. "What... why?" A sharp thrust of his fingers, followed by a complete stilling of them deep inside her, made her moan and wiggle her hips to try to get more friction and some relief. He surprised both of them by growling a warning, his free hand gripping her chin and making her look into his eyes. She whimpered, realization dawning. He couldn't speak yet, but his eyes seemed to be conveying enough. He wanted her to beg, and she knew it.
A brief moment of hesitance, a pause. She looked uncharacteristically shy, like she wasn't sure she was allowed to voice what she wanted. He wondered if she realized how much power she was agreeing to give over to him, if she was maybe second-guessing herself. But the lust never left his eyes, and she never attempted to move him away. Her hand was still on his wrist, she was still lying prone beneath where he leaned over her; she wasn't asking him to move or demanding he continue or trying to make him stop and leave her alone. No. She was thinking. She was considering her options, warring with what she wanted and what she thought she could have. He decided to help her along a little, brushing feather-light touches over her clit as his fingers slowly, agonizingly slowly, started to move again. He knew it wasn't enough to give her the relief she sought, and that was the point. She needed to ask for what she wanted. He wanted her to beg. He wanted her to give herself over to him and let him give her pleasure. But it was her choice, always her choice. She could choose instead to hold his hand in place, to thrust her hips into his hand and chase her pleasure that way, and he would let her. She could choose to push him away entirely and finish things herself. He would let her do that too, if she wanted. But he wanted her to trust him to give her what she needed, and he wanted her to beg him for it.
He saw the decision in her eyes before she spoke, those blue eyes he adored seeming to soften as she looked at him. Her face seemed to change in some infinitely small way that was somehow also infinitely profound.
"Please, Creature. Please, please make me come."
Anything for you, dear heart. Anything for my darling.
He began fucking her with his fingers again, not bothering with any slow buildup. She was soaked, ready, her body aching for him, and there was no use denying her or himself any further. He thrust his fingers hard, thumb rubbing with intent in tight circles to work her up, up, closer to that peak she wanted. Her eyes fell closed but he gripped her chin tighter. They flew open again and he kept eye contact with her, his point clear.
No, you will look at me. You were fantasizing about me. Me, not that boy, not anyone else. I am the only one who can make you feel like this. I can give you pleasure no one else can. Your pleasure is mine, Lisa. And so are you.
"Oh!" Her mouth fell open and her back arched, but she obeyed his wordless command, keeping her eyes on him. It was clearly a struggle, he could see her eyelashes fluttering, eyes glazing over slightly in a haze of pleasure, but she kept them open and on him.
Oh, perfect, beautiful. Such a good girl, Lisa.
He wished he could praise her out loud.
Lisa was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He trailed his fingers down her cheeks, the fingers of his other hand not stopping for a single moment, savoring the way she trembled and let out a string of the sweetest noises he'd ever heard. Creature wanted to kiss her but he didn't want to take his eyes off of her, and some part of him was worried even now that his kiss would be rejected. He traced his thumb over her lips, longing for the ability to kiss her while buried deep inside her, taking her like he dreamed of. He would make her his bride, he would give her the wedding night she deserved, like the man and husband he wanted to be for her.
He was so lost in his longing that he didn't notice her tongue peeking out until she traced it over the pad of his thumb. He jolted slightly, driving the fingers of his other hand inside her harsher than he'd intended. She parted her lips on a gasp and in a moment of reckless impulsivity he slipped his thumb between her lips. Lisa moaned around him as she sucked on the digit with enthusiasm.
Creature lost himself completely, moaning to match her now as her tongue swirled around the thumb in her mouth, sucking like it was a completely different part of him. He felt himself approaching his own peak untouched, aided only by the feel of her heat around his fingers, her eyes burning into his and her mouth teasing him with absolutely filthy hints of what she would do for him. His thumb on her clit sped up, fingers driving deep into her and staying there, curving upward against that spot that made her hips buck of their own accord. Lisa came with a shout, barely muffled around his thumb, and he moaned low in his throat as he followed.
Creature couldn't take his eyes off of Lisa as she caught her breath, staring up at him in awe and what he very, very much hoped was affection. He pulled his fingers from her slowly, leaving her with a few more soft caresses that made her shiver before resting his hand on her hip and stroking the soft skin there. She released his thumb from her mouth and grabbed his hand gently, placing kisses to each of his fingertips.
"Thank you, Creature." Her voice was soft, a little shy. She looked like she didn't quite know what to say about what they'd just done. He had to admit, even if he could speak, he wasn't sure he'd know what to say either. He felt like they'd crossed a line and he held his breath as he tried to figure out where they would go from here. He didn't have to wait long as she closed her eyes and gathered herself for a moment, breathing deeply before she met his eyes again. "Will you sleep here? With me?" She gestured to the empty space in the bed next to her, and he couldn't process her request for a moment. What he'd just done had been a lot, surely, but this felt somehow even more intimate.
Before she could start to second guess herself he nodded, rising to his feet and moving to the other side of the bed as she flipped back the covers for him. He settled in next to her and was immediately met with an arm full of a very cuddly Lisa. He pulled her against his chest and chanced a kiss on the top of her head. She seemed to want the closeness even more than he did, as he felt more than heard her shocked gasp against his chest. To his horror, he also felt a slight dampness on the front of his t-shirt. Was she crying?
No, darling, have I done something wrong? Lisa, what is it? My darling, my love, I never meant to hurt you, please...
"I'm sorry," she sniffled, cuddling closer to him and wrapping an arm around his middle, nearly crawling on top of him. "I don't know why I'm feeling so emotional right now. That was just..."
Please, please tell me it wasn't that bad, he begged in his mind, wishing he could say it out loud. You seemed to enjoy it. What's the matter? Don't tell me you regret it, love, anything but that.
Another sniffle before she looked up to meet his eyes. "I didn't realize you would be willing to do that for me."
Of course, dear heart, why wouldn't I?
"I... you... no one's ever touched me like that before."
He was suddenly glad for the fact that he was missing a certain part of his anatomy. Usually the lack made him insecure, now it seemed a blessing. He still wasn't quite sure why, but it was clear she was feeling raw and emotional. The last thing he needed was for something to rise to a very improper occasion. Hearing that he was the first (and, he vowed, would be the only) one to touch her like that made a very territorial part of his brain very happy.
"Do you..." She swallowed, paused to think, looked away from him shyly before forcing her gaze back to him. "Do you actually want me like that? That wasn't... that wasn't just you being nice?"
He wasn't sure who she thought lower of in that moment. Did she think so lowly of him that she thought he'd be willing to do that for just anybody? Or did she think so lowly of herself that she thought he'd only do it out of pity? Either way, the thought just wouldn't stand. He didn't have the words to tell her his answer, so he hoped a kiss would do.
He placed a hand under her chin and brought her lips towards his. He gave her plenty of time to back away, moving slow and doing his best to broadcast what he was trying to do. She went willingly, and his lips met hers in a kiss that he swore melted some piece of his heart. He hoped she felt it too.
Creature kept the kiss light, wanting to be sure that they understood each other before he got carried away. He was pleased to see her smiling when she met his gaze again, though she quickly ducked her head down to hide her blush. He allowed it, pleased by the sight. She really was precious, especially when she blushed.
"So, you... you like me?"
Like wasn't quite the right word. It was close, but it wasn't quite right. He nodded, wanting her to at least be assured of that much. She beamed, and he captured her lips once more before pulling away again. How to tell her...? Well, he couldn't speak, but maybe she'd figure it out.
He gave her the look he knew she'd learned was his "I have something important to say" look, and he did his best to make her understand.
He pointed to himself, and placed a hand on his chest over his heart. He pointed to her, and placed his hand over her heart. He could see the wheels turning in her head, and he hoped desperately she could read lips. "I love you," he mouthed as clearly as he could. He traced his thumb over her chest, just above her heart.
She froze for just a moment, and the tears were falling fast now. There was a brief, sick feeling of panic in his gut, but she spoke before he could run from the bed in shame.
"You love me?"
He nodded. He was glad she understood, he just wished he understood why she was crying.
I didn't mean to hurt you, dear heart. Please don't cry. Let me fix it, whatever it is, whatever I did, let me...
He couldn't even finish the thought before she buried her head in the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms and legs around him like she thought he'd disappear. Her words were muffled against his skin but he heard them just the same. He'd imagined them even more often than he'd imagined the way she moaned his name in ecstasy, and that had been quite extensive.
"I love you too, Creature."
As good as he thought it would be to hear her say that, the reality was so much better.
I love you, Lisa. I love you so much. You're mine. Forever mine. No one else can have you.
He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know she was his. He could try to mouth the words again, but she might misunderstand. He could write it down, but she was wrapped around him so tightly. He didn't want to move to get a pen and paper. Of course, he could always...
He didn't know if she'd notice, but he would try anyway. Her shirt had been rumpled and rucked up with her movements and he shifted it up further, exposing more of her back to his touch. She seemed content to let him do as he pleased.
With one finger, he traced a letter onto the soft skin at the small of her back.
M
His movements were deliberate, and he felt her shiver.
I
She was very still, barely breathing, and he hoped that meant she was paying attention.
N
Her fingers tightened in his shirt.
E
She stayed still, and he re-traced the letters over her skin, slowly and deliberately.
M-I-N-E, over and over.
MINE.
He knew when she figured it out. She pushed herself up just far enough to look at him. "Are you... are you spelling the word 'mine' on my back?"
Creature nodded.
You are mine. And you need to know it.
His Lisa, his wonderful, beautiful Lisa, gave him a smile so sweet he couldn't help but pull her to his lips to taste it.
The smile was still there when she pulled away, and he kissed at the corners of her lips, her nose, her forehead.
Lisa returned the kisses with what felt miraculously like a mirror to his own devotion. She kissed her way to his ear, and she whispered the two sweetest words he'd ever heard.
"I'm yours."