Everything But You - Part 3
Pairing = Cillian Murphy x OC
Summary = Brianna comes to terms with no longer being in a relationship and finds herself in the arms of her blue eyed saviour.
Warnings = Language, Grammar, Implied cheating, Kissing, 90s Cillian...
Word Count = 2178
“This place is not our scene at all.” Billy grimaced. The disgust on his was laughable as we pushed through a few people to get to the bar. Anything that touched him he was acting as though it was the plague.
“Grow up baby, we can’t go to clubs all the time. Tonight is a chill night, some music, couple of drinks, nice company…” Aoife’s words trailed off. Turning around to wink at me, specifically before telling the three of us to find a table while she got the drinks in.
“Anyone else think this is weird?” Marion expressed with a sigh, once we sat down at a small round table. She was dressed in a pair of black slacks with a glittered boob tube, not exactly this bar’s attire but she wasn’t allowed to change. According to Aoife we were already late.
“Oh it is but knowing Aoife this has something to do with a guy. Why else would we be dragged out to this shit hole, last minute with no notice.” Billy grumbled, the disgust never once leaving his face as he dusted down the dark wooded table with a white napkin.
Choosing to remain quiet, I pulled at the ends of the black long sleeved top I was wearing, using it to cover my hands as I surveyed the room around me. There was a good crowd in the place for a Thursday night.
Allowing my mind to wonder, I instantly started to regret coming out tonight, I just didn’t feel ready. I had just came out of a two year relationship to a guy that considered me trash. Whether it was said in haste or not, I didn’t care. I considered it highly unfair and disrespectful.
The day after it happened Andrew called round to my home, pleading with me that he would change but a leopard can’t change their spots. I had been listening to those exact words for months and nothing ever changed, only now that he lost me did he start to show any interest towards me.
My father was furious when I told him exactly what happened the night before, thankfully I had kicked Andrew from our property before divulging such information. I could watch another fight, especially not one involving my dad.
My mind instantly went to Cillian and the guilt began to eat me alive. I really should have checked in on him after Andrew hit him with a nasty looking right hook. He had stood up for me but I walked away. Who does that? I should have at least made sure he was okay.
“Your rather quiet tonight? You’re not sad about Andrew are you?” Marion asked getting up from her seat next to Billy to sit next to me, wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulder so she could pull me into her. The smell of her perfume almost choking me.
"What no? He isn’t worth it.” I shook my head pulling my sleeves over my knuckles once again. “I’ll never forgive him for calling me trash, he is done.”
“Heard some guy hit him a good smack in the mouth. Wish I had seen that.” Billy cackled slapping his hand off the table just as Aoife appeared with a bar tray full of drinks. Her eyes trained on someone behind us.
“I would pay to see it.” Marion giggled, both of them ignoring Aoife’s strange behaviour and the extra drink of Guinness resting on the tray.
Squinting at her strange behaviour, I managed to catch her attention only to have her wave off my unspoken question, handing me a drink of rum and coke with a soft smile.
“I need a smoke, who is coming to keep me company?” Billy asked after taking a large gulp of his rum and coke, eyes dotting around the three of us before resting on me. “You look like you need some air, come on.”
Reaching for my hand, I allowed him to pull me to my feet, pushing our way through the crowd to get outside.
*****
“Excuse me, who are you and why are you at our table?” Billy asked just as we returned to the table to someone with their back to us.
I felt my breathe hitch in my throat instantly knowing who it was. Catching Aoife’s eyes she smiled apologetically before Cillian turned around in his seat, his bright blue eyes taking my breathe away.
“I’m Cillian” He stood to introduce himself, offering his hand for Billy to shake. Billy, acting like the diva he was, began to fan his face with his free hand, eyes shamelessly checking the man in front of him out.
“Boy you are gorgeous, I’m Billy but I can be whoever you want me to be.” He smirked, gladly taking Cillian’s hand.
Cillian let out what sounded like an awkward laugh, unsure of how to respond to Billy but thankfully Aoife rescued him, telling Billy to take his seat and mind his business.
“What are you doing here?” I asked interrupting the flirty eyes Billy was throwing towards Cillian who seemed to be nervous standing under the penetrating brown eyed stare that was Billy Michaels.
“I could ask you the same question.” Cillian laughed, eyes flickering between my own and Billy, an uneasy smile finding its way onto his face.
Shoving his heads into his pockets, he offered a soft smile in my direction as he turned his back to the table, ushering me with his head to stand in front of him. “My band, we are playing here tonight.”
“Oh” I answered, surprised to hear that before finally realising why Aoife was so adamant I came out tonight. “Oh” I repeated a little louder, looking past Cillian to glare at my blonde friend who just smiled back, offering me a double thumbs up.
“You didn’t know?” Cillian asked, a hand coming from his pocket and reaching up to scratch an itch behind his neck.
“No but it’s all starting to make sense now.” I nodded wrapping my arms around myself as Cillian looked at me, silently pushing me to continue. “Aoife, she was determined to get me out and that the four of us came to this bar. If she hadn’t included Billy and Marion I would have suspected something was up but…”
“She included the whole bunch.”
“Yeah, you got the whole Brady Bunch.” I laughed, leaving one arm crossed across my body while the other came up to my face so I could hide my mouth behind my hand. Why did I say that?
“About the other night…”
“Thank you” I interrupted quickly. It was something I had wanted to say to him since last week but I had no way of contacting him and as time went by, I chickened out ever wanting to see him again.
“Your thanking me? I thought you were pissed I started a fight with yer man.”
“Ex man, well ex-boyfriend actually. And why would I be mad you didn’t start it. He threw the first punch.”
“He did that. I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t together anymore.” He spoke, chewing on the corners of his lips almost as if he was trying to bite back a smile.
“Are you really?” I challenged.
“I’d be lying to ye if I said I was. I just didn’t want to come off as an insensitive prick before.” He laughed, it was my first time hearing it and it honestly sounded so heavenly, my face light up at the sound.
“I wouldn’t consider you a prick” I shook my head with a smile. “How’s your jaw?”
“It still hurts. Could be doing with a kiss to make me feel better.” He winked, tongue darting out to dampen his lower lip.
“I’m sure your mother gave you a nice kiss at some point this week, so you should be fine.”
“Mother kisses don’t work.”
“No?”
“No, only kisses from attractive girls I meet in bars seem to do that trick.”
“Your in a bar, there is plenty of them around here.”
“Only one I have my eye on.” He smirked, placing a hand on my hip, his eyes never leaving mine, silently asking if it was okay before taking my arm into his pulling me into his body.
“Cillian, come on we are on stage in fifteen.” Casey appeared beside him causing him to pull away. Looking over at me, he forced a tight smile on his lips, giving me a curt nod in acknowledgment.
“Good luck” I announced, Casey nodding in my direction before wrapping his hands around Cillian’s arm pulling him away from me and my friends who I had completely ignored but no doubt they were all watching the interaction.
“Meet me out front when we are done yeah?” Cillian called, tripping over his feet as Casey dragged him through the crowd. Nodding, I saw his face light up with happiness before he finally turned around, facing forward, disappearing into the backrooms of the bar.
“Someone has some explaining to do” Billy mused, both eyebrows almost touching his hairline, a sassy smile on his lips as he stirred his drink with the little red straw that was provided. “There was me thinking we were here for this slut when its you.”
*****
Standing out front I waited for Cillian but he was nowhere to be found. His band had finished playing their set twenty minutes ago and remembering back to last week, it had only taken ten minute to put away their stuff.
“Girl I am freezing, come back inside, maybe he forgot?” Billy spoke up, tossing his cigarette butt into the drain. He was dancing from foot to foot, rubbing his bare arms with his hands to maintain some heat.
“I’m gonna give him a few more minutes if he isn’t out by then I’ll come back.” I explained.
Billy had opted to come out and wait with me, at first claiming because he didn’t want me to be alone but we all knew he was only interested in having a smoke, he had zero intentions of quitting even though he will insist - its starts tomorrow.
“I’m not leaving you out here alone, there is a lot of unknowns.” He whispered, peering over his shoulder to a group of older gentleman who were eyeing up all the younger girls coming and going from the bar. “Come on we will find him inside, he aint out here.”
“Okay” I sighed with a nod.
Truth be told, I was rather cold myself and there was a specific man from the group of men who keep staring in our direction which was making me feel rather uncomfortable.
Following behind Billy, I allowed him to guide the way back to the table when a hand slipped into mine stopping me in my tracks. Turning around to confront who ever it was, I shut my mouth when I was met with those gorgeous blues.
“Sorry, Paidi was sick wanted to make sure he got home alright.” Cillian spoke loudly, bending forward so I would hear him over the newer band that had began to play, they were a much heavy rock than I was used to.
“Is he alright?” I asked, stepping into his space, placing a hand on his chest to ask in his ear.
“Yeah, he’ll be grand.” Cillian responded with a nod, smiling at the closeness.
Nodding I went to take a step back when his two hands clasped around my hips holding me in place.
“Where you think your going?” Cillian asked, the cocky smile from the first night returning.
Biting my lip, I let out a giggle as I shrugged my shoulders, allowing both my hands to rest on his chest pushing their way up to his shoulders, intertwining behind his neck.
“You going to make a move here Cillian or am I?” I asked, fingers threading themselves through the curls at the bottom of his hair.
Without an answer, he moved closer pressing his plump lips against mine, softly at first before progressively allowing the hunger he had held for me for the last two weeks come out.
One of his hands left my hip, coming up to cup the side of my face before reaching back and entangling itself in my hair, tugging on the roots, letting me know who was in control. Our tongues fought against each other, ultimately resulting in me succumbing to his talented mouth, with a low, deep moan into his mouth.
Pulling away for a much needed breathe, I swallowed back the lustful feelings growing inside me. Cillian’s hand untangled itself from my hair, coming back to my face, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip, pulling it aside as he continued to stare into what felt like my soul.
“Your place or mine?” I asked, the words leaving my mouth before I even had time to register them. But I didn’t regret them, I wanted him as much as he wanted me it was just a matter of where.
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