Talk to Me - Chapter 9
Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC
Warning: Language, strong sexual content
Rating: M
A/N: Sweet Jesus, it's been a long time! Years even. I never gave up on this story; I just hated the way I ended it. Luckily, I finally figured it out, and because I don't quit, I have decided to finally post the endings! I'm sorry it took so long, but the last chapter will be coming up soon.
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Ubbe had told Ivar to stop thinking. But how was he supposed to turn off his brain and just concentrate on her? There was no way he just focus on the time they were spending together, when it was their last night in Vienna. Of course, he should he should only been thinking about the beautiful woman beside him however the thought of tomorrow and everything it would bring kept creeping back into the forefront of his mind.
It wasn’t fair.
There were so many things that he and Cash hadn’t done. They still hadn’t made it to Salzburg. He hadn’t gotten the chance to dazzle her with his culinary skills. He hadn’t even taught her basic Norwegian yet. Still, somehow, she was flying back to the States in the morning?
When would they see each other? Would she want to make a long-distance relationship work? Would she be willing to come to Norway? If he went to the States, would Ubbe make one of his brothers travel with him?
This was going to be a fucking disaster!
He was deep in his musing when he felt Cash’s lips on his neck. His head turned toward hers. “Hey, where are you?”
Lowering his eyes to her mouth, he smiled at the slight pout on her lips. He was going to miss her kisses the most. Her lips were always so soft and warm. Whatever the lip stuff she was wearing had the faintest taste of vanilla and gave her lips a smooth, balmy feel.
He found himself rubbing his lips together after they kissed and smiled, “I like that flavor.”
“You like the flavor of everything I wear,” she said, snuggling up to him.
Nodding in agreement, he held his hand up to the back of hers and interlaced their fingers. “You smell and taste better than me.”
Pulling her arm over to his mouth, he gently held her wrist and licked her hand, smiling at her giggle. As his tongue ran up the center of her hand to the length of her middle finger, he felt a familiar tingle in his groin. Slowly, he took her finger in his mouth and gently sucked it before repeating the action on the rest of her digits.
By the time he was done, Cash was no longer giggling.
“See...absolutely delicious,” he smiled softly before turning over and closing his mouth over hers.
Cash tried her best to keep her fingers laced with Ivar’s, but it was hard. She took slow deep breaths, looked at the ceiling, and tried to concentrate on everything else but the velvety softness of his tongue and those piercing blue eyes staring up at her.
Every time she looked down at him all she wanted was to run her fingers through those gorgeous chocolate locks. But, whenever she tried, he’d stop his exploration. “Ivar,” she panted breathlessly, determined she was going to smother him with her thighs if he stopped again.
“Okay, okay,” he laughed, enjoying the look of frustration on her face. Releasing her right hand, he pulled his hair over his left shoulder, “Do you trust me?” When she nodded, he nibbled her thigh before placing a gentle kiss there.
Ivar had always hated his hands. All of his brothers had such long slender fingers, but he was plagued with thick, meaty paws. It didn’t make sense. Yes, he was the shortest of his brothers, but he was still easily six feet when standing. Yet, his hands and feet were short and fat. His fingers looked like they belonged to someone short and stumpy, not someone as tall, slender, and muscular as him.
However, this was the first time ever that Ivar didn’t hate his hands or the fingers that were attached to them.
“Jesus Christ,” Cash squeezed his left hand tighter as her hip raised off the bed. Where in the hell had he been hiding that little trick? Were his fingers always that long and thick?
Shit.
How many was he using? Everything about him was amazing. It was like he listened to each noise she made, and he adjusted his ministrations accordingly.
He was mesmerized by the way her body moved. Though, she didn’t seem to know what to do with her right hand. One minute it was on her belly, then she would grip the sheets – that is, when she wasn’t grasping at the air in an attempt to reach his shoulder. Then there was the vice grip she had on her own hair. He was sure she going to pull it out at the root.
He wanted to watch her. He wanted to listen to her. He wanted to kiss her. Ivar wanted to stop his musings to concentrate solely on everything she was doing, but there was a curiosity in him that wanted to know if he could take her farther.
He had to know if he could. It was plausible. At the frenzied state she was in, he could take her there, couldn’t he? Should he dare to even try?
Cash now understood what sensory overload meant. When his lips touched hers and moved and the same incredibly slow pace of his hands, she forgot her name. She wanted to say something, but it was a little fucking hard to talk. Besides, she doubted she could hear her own voice over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. All she knew that there was a tickle in her nether regions that felt like she had to pee. But she would be damned if she asked him to stop so she could run to the bathroom.
No sooner did the thought leave her mind, did her entire body start to grow hot and taut.
The grip on Ivar’s hair was tight, but the way her nails scratched his scalp and the sound of his name on her breath made his crotch ache. As she held his head, she released a strangled cry and her body shook, back arching off the bed.
When her limp body fell back to the mattress, he kissed his way up to her face, placing his forearms on both sides of her head. With tears in her eyes, Cash pushed his long hair behind his ears and leaned up to kiss him.
“You just...I just...oh fuck,” she couldn’t finish talking. Her brains hadn’t yet returned to working order. All she wanted to concentrate on was how soft his lips felt. They smelled like her. They tasted like her. Would he think she was weird if she told him how turned-on she was by that?
Ivar was smiling so hard his face hurt. “Did you?” He watched her nod her head vigorously. “Good,” he kissed her before sitting up and reaching for the bottle of water on the nightstand.
“You are amazing,” he took several big gulps, before handing her the bottle, “and beautiful.”
Handing the bottle back to Ivar, Cash bit her lip. She ran her fingers through his hair as she placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. He ignored her eyes on him, as she placed another kiss on his neck. As her kisses continued on his jawline, her hand made its way over the expanse of his chest and down until she felt his stomach flinch as her fingers brushed over his navel. By the time her hand made it under the covers, she had captured him in a searing kiss.
He closed his eyes at the sensation of Cash’s delicate fingers as they swept over his thigh with a feather-light grace. If the situation were different, it would tickle, but right now, it was anything but funny. And when the warmth of her hand traveled toward his groin he felt a thin layer of sweat form on his upper lip. He didn’t know how she did it, but her slender fingers provided a grip that wasn’t necessarily tight, but firm enough to elicit the most exquisite tingle that he swore he could feel in his normally numb toes.
Cash hoped that Ivar couldn’t tell what she was debating. She had only done this to one other person before - her ex...the one that after 5 years together, decided to break it off and up and married some other chick.
It was one of two sexual acts that she put a lot of meaning behind. To Cash, it meant trust and commitment - that this wasn’t just some random encounter. If she was going to do it, then she had to do it right.
But fuck, she wasn’t an expert. What if she wasn’t any good at it? And she didn’t have any experience with an uncircumcised one before. It looked different, what if there were different rules for one?
Where the hell was Glenn when she needed him? Having a gay best friend should pay off in situations such as these, no?
Ivar sucked in a breath, “Ingen...stopp,” he had temporarily forgotten how to speak English.
Her index finger gently pressed against his lips before he inhaled and laid his head back on the headboard.
He couldn’t look at her, could he?
No. He shouldn’t.
You weren’t supposed to, right?
Shit. What did Ubbe say about that?
Fuck, he couldn’t remember. He knew that Hvitserk would have told him to watch. He would have said something stupid like that’s what you have eyes for, or they love being watched, or you should record it.
That’s why he didn’t talk to Hvitserk - because he was a fucking idiot.
Wait...why was he think Hvitserk right now?
She didn’t know what Ivar liked or even if it felt remotely pleasurable to him. He didn’t make the same types of noises that she did. And when she happened to glance up at him, he had this weird look on his face that seemed more uncomfortable than anything.
Was she hurting him?
She knew she should have watched more porn.
He was completely powerless, but he had to touch her. His hands gently found their way into her hair and he unconsciously massaged her scalp. She had no idea what she was doing to him, and she was leaving him in just a few short hours. It wasn’t fair.
Cash nuzzled into the feeling of his palm on the side of her face, gently guiding her movements. She found herself making silent promises to him each time she bobbed her head.
She wanted them to last. She was going to do everything in her power to make this work. This was her pledge to him.
When their eyes met, he guided her up and settled her onto his lap. Thus far, it hadn’t been difficult for them to find a rhythm that suited them. With his back propped against the headboard and his hands on her hips to guide her, it was easy to help fall into step with him.
However, even moving in tandem, this time they both needed something more.
Their lips on each other weren’t enough.
It was as if they needed to be closer - if that were humanly possible.
Ivar wasn’t sure how it happened, but he found himself on his side facing her, moving with her.
They hadn’t tried this position before. He couldn’t quite figure out where to place his one leg, but it worked - he could feel her. All of her. He could hold her close, caress her and kiss her as much as he needed to. And when he felt like he needed more of her, he pulled her leg higher over his hip.
She couldn’t understand the words he was saying, but it sounded beautiful. When she got home, she was going to make it a point to download Bable and study Norwegian.
He rolled them once more until he completely covered her.
Normally, he hated being on top. It reminded him too much of being with his ex.
That bitch was always so happy to just have him there rutting away until she got what needed = then she would push him off of her, always leaving him feeling completely unsatisfied.
That was one of the great things about Cash. She seemed to enjoy being on top. Not only did he not have to do anything but watch her, but even though he didn’t finish he still enjoyed himself immensely.
Being with Cash was nothing like what he thought about sex. In fact, being with Cash didn’t feel like sex at all.
It was making love.
She could see on his face that he was searching for something, only he didn’t know how to find it. What was he thinking about?
“Do you trust me?” she whispered holding his face in her hands, feeling him nod against her palms, “then let go.”
He lowered his head to her shoulder and tried to concentrate. God, he wanted to let go so bad, but he didn’t know how. He felt like he never had control over anything in his life - he had to rely on people to take him places. He couldn’t do anything without permission or help.
Hell, he didn’t even have control over his body. His stupid legs didn’t work and wouldn’t do what he told them to do. Now, he couldn’t even control this.
It was so fucking frustrating.
“I can’t,” he looked at her with embarrassment and shame in his eyes.
She hadn’t noticed that his movements had stopped when she repositioned herself to plant her feet on the bed and tilt her pelvis forward. “I want to do for you what you did for me.” She wrapped her arms around his back and held him close to her. Pushing her waist against his, she moved slowly.
“Just look at me,” she whispered in between kisses to his chin, “stay here - with me.”
How could he resist her anything? She could have asked him to walk to the moon and he would have.
His big cerulean eyes locked on her brown orbs and didn’t move. Every time he found his mind drifting off onto some other place, he would lose himself in her eyes again.
“Cachet,” this was the first time she’d ever heard him say her name. It sounded weird coming from him, but she liked it.
The room erupted a fit of giggles, “I am sorry,” he apologized by kissing the space on her shoulder that he had bitten down on when he lost all bodily control, “did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t know you were into that kinky biting shit,” she said as his head rested on her chest and he held onto her tight. “I kinda like it.”
“How did you know to do that?” When she didn’t answer, he looked down at her, “Hello?”
She stopped the lazy path she was tracing up and down his arm and looked at him, “Hm?”
“How did you know to do that?”
She gave a quick shrug and a half-hearted smile. “You know how they say mother’s can pick up a car to save their babies? I guess I didn’t know my own strength.”
He nodded absently, paying too much attention to the distance forming behind her eyes. “Hey. We promised. Remember?”
She nodded quickly and tried to turn her head before he saw the tears starting to pool just below her lashes.
“We will enjoy today. And worry about tomorrow, later.” He kissed her quickly.
She sighed, “But what about everything that happens after tomorrow?” Why couldn’t she turn her brain off? Why did she have to think about everything and always have a plan? This couldn’t be the last night she would spend with him. They just found each other, really found each other and in a few short hours it was going to be over? How the fuck was she supposed to act like everything was going to be just fine now? Especially not after what they just shared.
Ivar rested his head on her shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on his scalp. He wasn’t going to tell her that he was worried about it, too. He wouldn’t upset her more. Especially not when she looked like she was going to cry a second ago.
The only thing he did know was this couldn’t be the end of them. Not yet. They were on the verge of something really good. But how did he get there? Short of her giving up her life and moving in with him, he didn’t see a way.
“I don’t know.”
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