Everything But You - Part 10
Pairing = Cillian Murphy x OC
Summary = The Final Part
Warnings = 18+ please, Language, Grammar, Sex, 90s Cillian...
Word Count = 1802
Note = I am sorry. Don’t hate me!
Standing on Blackrock pier the wind blew through me. My hands wrapped around my upper arms knowing exactly where this conversation was going to go but neither of us wanted to be the one to bring it up.
Cillian stood to my right, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. A troubled look on his face, which I was sure my face resembled.
We had spent the last few months together, touring between Dublin, Cork and Edinburgh. I was in complete awe watching Cillian play the role of ‘Pig’ he was phenomenal. It seemed anything he turned his hand at, he excelled.
Except for Law, he was terrible at law.
We were home for a few nights, Cillian getting a small break before he went off to London for a further six week worth of shows. The show was such a success more and more shows were being added around the UK.
Cillian’s dilemma had ended. He knew what he was doing now. The night before the first show, he panicked that he had chosen wrong. He believed he should have pursued his career as a musician. But now, now it is obvious he had made the right choice. He came alive on stage. He was magical to watch; inspirational.
But now it was my turn to make a decision.
I was already on break from university, taking a gap year to follow Cillian around for the Disco Pig tour. Our connection was so strong, I felt like I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, not yet at least.
The phone call I ignored that day I agreed to follow Cillian on tour was from The Riverdance Association. They had called back a few days later offering me a place. I had finally achieved my dream, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time.
“Tell me why this has to end,” I whispered breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
“Because you will regret not following your dreams Brie,” Cillian sighed, eyes focused on the sea.
Swallowing back a large gulp, I closed my eyes knowing he was right. I had been fighting for a spot in Riverdance for years. I knew in my heart and in my head why it had to end, I just didn’t want it to.
“Is there nothing we can do? Can’t we save us?” I questioned, “I feel like I am losing everything.”
“You're not losing everything. You are gaining it.”
“We built everything up just to pull it all down.” I scoffed feeling angry but not at him, just the situation.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t” I held a hand up knowing this was nothing to do with him. He was the only one thinking logically between us. “Please don’t. I know we have to, I just don’t want to.”
“Me neither.” Cillian sucked in a deep breath, tears filling his waterlines.
“What is it you used to say, we are young. We have our whole life ahead of us. We shouldn’t tie ourselves down with responsibilities.”
“You were one responsibility I’d happily have tie me down.” He forced out a laugh, knowing I was trying to lighten the mood. “And I would do it all over again.”
“So would I,” I whispered turning to face him.
He was standing in front of me now. Sadness took over his beautiful blue eyes, the tears making them appear an even brighter shade of blue. Reaching a hand up, he cupped the side of my face – thumb gently swiping across my cheekbone.
“I love you, Brianna Murray.”
“I love you, Cillian Murphy.”
*****
Panting heavily, I stared into his blue eyes as I came down from the intense pleasure he had given me through his fingers. Reaching up, I brushed the longer strands of his hair from his forehead.
Cillian leaned down placing his soft lips to mine. The kiss was slow and sensual, exactly what was needed at this moment.
Without any words, Cillian slowly slipped inside of me. His cock inching inside of me, painfully slow until he was seated fully inside. A satisfied sigh left both our lips, unmoving as he stared deep into my soul. A gaze I was sure would be an imprint if we were capable of such a thing.
Thrusting up, knocking into his hips, eye contact never breaking as he started to move. Painfully slow. Inhaling softly through my nose, I leaned up pressing a tender kiss to his lips as our hips began to move as one.
The speed increasing slowly, but still slow enough as to not lose ourselves in the moment.
Feeling a tear prick in the corner of my eye, I quickly reached up to brush it aside, hoping he didn’t notice of course he did. Leaning down, he pressed soft light kisses on either side of my eyes, moving into my nose and down towards my lips, recapturing them in a passionate kiss.
Pulling back, he rolled onto his back, his hands gripping my hips as he fell, pulling me with him. We only lost a moment of contact, lining myself back up with him. I slipped down, eyes rolling towards the back of my head at the stretch.
“Absolutely stunning.” Cillian breathed out, eyes holding mine. His fingers gripped my hips tightly, sure to leave reminders.
Placing my hands on his chest, I used him to keep my balance as my hips lifted up and down, creating my rhythm which Cillian was only too happy to follow. His mouth opened slightly as he watched the sight in front of him.
Feeling I was close, his grip on my hips tightened, hips thrusting up to match my stuttering movements with ease. My eyes began to flutter closed, the feeling of pleasure becoming too much for me.
“Hey, no. Open those eyes. I want to see you come apart for me.” Cillian instructed giving my right side a sharp pinch.
Forcing my eyes open, I stared down at him. The cocky smirk I had spent the last few months falling in love with returning.
“Always a good girl for me eh?” He asked, not expecting an answer.
My mouth hung open as his cock hit that sweet spot over and over again. It was a hard fight to keep my eyes open, the feeling becoming almost too much when I finally exploded.
A white heat exploded behind my eyes, my fingers digging into his pecs, nails raking down his skin as a silent scream fell from my lips. Something about me losing myself, excited Cillian. I could see it in his eyes.
Something animalistic took over him. Allowing me to come down from my high, he flipped me onto my back – pulling my legs over his shoulders, he re-entered me, pumping deeper than he had before chasing after his high.
I was thankful my father was out with his friends this evening as I was unable to keep my screams and moans to myself. Cillian was hitting places I didn’t know existed inside of me, I felt myself losing continue of my inhibitions as he pounded into me.
“Ohhh shit. Cillian stop am gonna, am gonna…” I could finish my sentence when the burning white hot sensation attacked my system.
I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut as his relentless pounding continued, unable to control myself, I felt myself explode all over him. Wetness soaking my legs and down towards my ass.
“Fucking hell,” Cillian grunted, his movements stopping as he thrust one last time, deep inside me. His hips almost stuttered as his cum painted my inner walls, thankfully I was on the pill.
Slowly coming down from his high, he rested his sweaty forehead on mine. His eyes were closed to the pleasure he had just experienced.
Rolling over onto his back, I followed after him nuzzling into the side of his neck. I placed soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jugular vein. Cillian’s chuckles broke my concentration.
“I finally got you squirting on my cock Brie.” He grinned, reaching down to his crotch to feel the sticky wetness I had exploded on him. Hiding my embarrassment in his shoulder, I groaned loudly not wanting to see the mess I had created.
*****
The following morning I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. My father had driven Aoife, Cillian and myself to the airport. Billy and Marion followed behind in their car.
I would be away for six months touring the North of the USA. The tour itself didn’t start right away, but we had to make time for rehearsals, especially for the newcomers like me.
“Would it be selfish of me to ask you to wait for me?” He asked voicing the thoughts that were running through his head. The two of us were next to the gate. The time going by so fast.
“It would be unfair of me to ask that of you,” I whispered, swallowing back a painful lump.
“You're not asking. I’m asking, say the word and I will be right back here in six months.”
“I can’t, it wouldn’t be fair. You know that.”
“I really can’t save us this time can I?” He chuckled without the humour.
“Fuck.”
“Miss, we have to close the gate now.” A kind woman who allowed me an extra few minutes to say goodbye smiled.
“Thank you.” I nodded, feeling the overwhelming feeling of sadness return.
My heart felt like it was about to explode in pain.
“Stay in touch, please.” I pleaded, clutching onto Cillian’s shirt, the hoodie he was wearing when we arrived now wrapped around my shoulders.
“Always.” He nodded, tears falling freely now from his eyes.
“Ma’am.”
“I know, I know.” I nodded moving away from Cillian. Looking over at my father and friends, they all smiled nodding their heads encouragingly.
“Go live your dream Brie. You worked so hard for this.” Aoife shouted, her arms wrapped tightly around Marion who was a crying mess next to her.
“We are so proud of you.” My father smiled walking up behind Cillian and placing a supportive hand on his shoulder.
“We will look after blue eyes.” Billy grinned, and a soft chuckle fell from Cillian’s lips at the nickname. “Go be a star.”
“I love you all,” I called taking a few steps back towards the airline worker. “I love you all” I repeated, nodding my head towards the woman as a thank you for her patience.
Turning my back on my friends, I walked towards the gate, swallowing back my reservations when I heard Cillian’s voice call me. I barely had the chance to turn around when his hands cupped my face, pushing his lips to mine one more time, claiming me as his own one last time.
It was the perfect goodbye.
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