Did You Know I Won an Award?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is explicit. This is dirty. This is filthy and quite descriptive. If you’re under the age of 18, don’t read this! Don’t say you haven’t been warned!

 Sitting down on the couch in the downstairs living room, I switched the telly to ESPN. Craig was still at the taping, so he shouldn’t be home for another half hour, giving me enough time to check the score to the FC Dallas/Philly Union game before he got home and wanted us to watch several hours of Doctor Who together.
Getting really into the last ten minutes of the match, I didn’t even hear Craig come in the door. The ref made a bad call, and I jumped up and shouted an explicit at the telly as though he could hear me. Directly after doing so, a deep, throaty chuckle was let out next to my ear, making me jump.

“You know,” I turned around to look at him “I’ve always liked it when you wear those tight football jerseys…” He said, playing with the sewn hem of my jersey with a smirk on his face.
Laughing, I stood on my tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek. “How was the taping, babe?” I asked, taking notice that he was still in his suit and tie.
“Eh… It was a taping. Nothing new. Missed you an awful lot though, lass.” He said with a hint of mischief in his eyes.  Wrapping his arms around my waist, Craig pulled me to him. He hadn’t even bothered to take his stage makeup off, which proved that he was in a huge hurry to get home. 
“You got home pretty fast, babe. Everything okay?” I asked, slightly concerned. Drawing a breath, Craig leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Everythin’ is fine, lass.” His accent tends to get deeper when he whispers, and upon hearing this, shivers spiraled down my spine.
He placed a wet kiss right below my ear and pulled me down onto the couch with him. Looking into his icy blues, I saw a bit of a flame in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen before.
He took his left arm ad pulled me into his lap, leaning down to place his soft, full lips on mine. As our lips joined, he slowly traced the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I slightly parted my lips, and his quick tongue slipped in and explored my mouth. As our tongues wrestled for dominance, his large, rough hands lightly swept across every inch of my back, sending more shivers down my spine.

When we finally broke apart for air, he kissed my cheek then moved to my ear, tracing every curve with his tongue, and planting soft, wet kisses below my ear and down my neck, stopping to nibble on my collarbone. I could feel his hands slide down to the hem of my shirt, but he stopped before he even made the gesture of removing it.
Picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. Opening the door and walking in, he gently placed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, never breaking eye contact. Our lips connected again as Craig’s hands slid down to the hem of my jersey once more, this time peeling it off of me in one quick motion.

I, not content with him still being fully clothed forced his jacket off of him while he pulled his shirt free from his pants, allowing me to unbutton it and expose his bare chest.
Laying back down on top of me, I could feel a hardness grow against my leg as our tongues continued to dance together.  His slender fingers traced every curve of my neck, down to my shoulders. He let his fingers dance down my stomach and sides, making sure to touch every inch of skin that he could find before finally reaching down to unbuckle my belt. While he fumbled with my belt, I took his button up all the way off and gently dragged my nails down his back, making him gasp a bit. With a smirk, I leaned up and began to kiss his neck, right where his neck stopped and his shoulder began, making him shiver slightly.

Once he got my belt undone, he unbuttoned and began to curse at my tight jeans. “Dammit, Lass…” He murmured as he slid them down slowly. “Hey, you made the mistake of telling me that you like my tight jeans.” I growled into his neck. He let out that sexy chuckle again. “I like seeing your ass.”
Tossing my jeans aside, he stood up and walked out of our room without a word, leaving me mostly naked on our bed alone.

When he returned a few moments later, he was in only his boxers, with a pipe hanging between his full lips and his glasses on his nose. “Ya know, I won an award.” He said, playing with the pipe.
“I know, babe.” I said, not sure what he was getting at.
“You haven’ really congratulated me for it yet, Lass.”
Catching on to what he wanted, I got off the bed and walked over to him, running my hand down his chest, “Oh, I suppose I haven’t.” I said, looking into his eyes as my hand slid down his happy trail to the edge of his boxers. “Did you have anything in mind, Mr. Ferguson?” I asked, slipping my index fingers into either side of his now very snug boxers and in one smooth motion, pulling them down. His large erection, springing free. “Oh, I think you know what I want, Lass.” He said as my hand gently gripped his hard cock, making him sigh softly. Stroking him, I kissed down his chest slowly, making sure to tease him with my tongue and deft fingers. Kneeling down in front of him, he placed his hand on the back of my head and began to softly stroke my hair as I took him into my mouth. Sliding his long, hard dick into my mouth, I began to suck on it slowly, every so often glancing up to see this beautiful man, his eyes heavily lidded and his full lips, slightly parted. As I switched between fast, short sucks and long, slow sucks, quiet little moans escaped his lips, and he began to rub my shoulders.

“’Mere lass.” He whispered. Letting him slide out of my mouth, I kissed my way back up his chest as he quickly unhooked my bra, and tossed it to the side. Gently leading me back to the bed, he started kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe on his way down. Laying me back on the bed, he once again climbed on top of me and started to kiss down my neck, stopping to leave harder, sloppy kisses on my jaw line, and nibbling on my collarbone.
Using his big, rough hands, he took my left breast and began to gently caress it as he moved his lips down my chest and to my right nipple. He teased it to a point and sucked gently, while circling the other one with the pad of his thumb. Obviously hearing the small moan I let escape, he whispered “You like tha’, don’ you?”  I couldn’t even create a complete thought, he felt so good.
He let go of my breasts and began to kiss down my stomach, leaving soft, sweet kisses down it. Mimicking my motion from earlier, he had my red plaid panties off of me and on the floor in ten seconds flat.

His hands started to roam down my sides and he gripped my hips as he kissed down my lower stomach and thighs. Kissing my inner thighs and lightly ticking them with his tongue, I began to get impatient. I didn’t tease him this bad. I shifted underneath him, trying to force his attention to my nether region, which was most likely radiating visible waves. “You need somethin’ lass?” He whispered between my legs, I could hear the smirk on his beautiful face. “I think you know what I want, Mr. Ferguson.” I said lowly. Taking off his glasses, he laughed. “All you needed to do was ask, lass.” With no further words,  he climbed back between my legs and plunged his long tongue deep inside of me, making me sigh with pleasure. Caressing my thighs, Craig quickly lapped his tongue at my clit, bringing me close to a climax, but not close enough to send me over the edge, then once again, he just stopped. “Craig…” I whimpered. “What do you want, Lass?” he asked, drawing circles on my thigh with his finger. “Do you want this?” He asked, reaching his long arm up to massage my breasts again. “Or this?” He began to swirl his tongue around my clit, making my eyes fall shut. “Or,” he looked up for a split second. “This?” He went back to work on my clit while sliding several of his long, thin fingers inside of me. It was just what I needed to send me over the edge. Moaning softly, I let the sensation subside, and I gently took Craig’s face in my hands to pull him up to me.

Wiping off his mouth on his arm, he climbed on top of me once more. “Mm, Lass… I need to be inside of you….” He whispered into my ear as he quickly entered me. Gasping suddenly, I locked my arms around his neck as he started to thrust into me with just about all of his force. Holding on to him, he started to thrust even faster. “Do you like tha’, lass?” He asked. I couldn’t form a complete sentence, but I somehow managed a “God, yes!”
Pumping into me at what now appeared to be full force, Craig started to moan. “Fuck, you feel so good, lass…” He was already moments away from sending me into another full blown climax, and he knew it. Leaning down into my neck, he sucked on my collarbone, which was all it really took to throw me over the edge again. “Oh Craig….” I moaned softly into his ear. That was all it took for him.
“Fuck, Lass. Fuck, Mmm….” He moaned as he came hard.

After pausing a moment to catch our breath, he pulled out and rolled off of me, pulling me into his arms. Letting out a sigh, he kissed my forehead.

I snuggled up close to him as he reached over onto his nightstand and picked up another of the stupid pipes he had lying around our house and his office.
“You know, I won an award.” He said, placing the pipe in his mouth.
“Yes, honey, I know.” I said, laughing at him.
“You know somethin’ else?”  He asked looking down at me.
“What’s that?” I asked, placing my head on his chest and closing my eyes.
“I love you lass.” He kissed my forehead again.
“I love you too, Craig.”

I Need You, {Craig} You Know {Ferguson} One Shot

I’ve got your name on my lips, and your hands on my hips. I want you to go, but I need you, you know. I thought as I signed yet another copy of my book for a fan. I’ve had this song stuck in my head for weeks. It’s by some band with a girl singer. They seemed pretty talented, and the song was catchy. I don’t remember their name though.
I looked down the line, there were only a few people left and after them, I want some coffee. I’ve been on my book tour for a few weeks, and I’m running on little to no sleep. Looking in the corner of the shop I was at, there was a girl with straight red hair and glasses, typing away on a laptop. She had a sort of punk girl charm to her, and I liked that. She wasn’t surrounding me like everyone else was. She wasn’t flirting with me or trying to get in my pants like the other women in the bookstore were. Maybe she didn’t even notice me. Maybe she doesn’t even know who I am…
I made small talk with the last few fans, signed their books and sent them on their merry way. Letting out a large sigh of relief, I looked at my surroundings. I had the rest of the day and all of tomorrow to myself, so maybe it would be a good time to catch up on my rest. But first, coffee.

Looking over at the small coffee kiosk inside of the bookstore, I stood up and made my way toward it. Much to my surprise, the mysterious redhead that was sitting in the corner was now sitting at a table next to the coffee kiosk with what appeared to be an iced coffee in her hand. I don’t know much about all of these fancy coffees, I drink regular, plain coffee. The others seem too complicated. Idunno.
Walking up to the cashier, I ordered, received, and then paid for my coffee, bought two cookies and made my way over to the redhead’s table.
Sitting down across from her, she looked up at me from her computer. Looking sort of flustered, she gently shut it and awkwardly smiled at me. It was really damn cute. “Do you like cookies?” I asked, gesturing toward the small white paper bag in my hand. “’Cause I came bearin’ cookies.” I said. Very smooth, Craig. Very smooth.
“I do like cookies, actually.” She said with a hint of laughter in her voice. “Well, good, cause I came bearin’ cookies.” I said again, not sure why my brain was stuck on that, but it was. I handed her one of the cookies, and she took it, laughing at me softly. Well damn, this wasn’t how that was supposed to go…”I’m Dia, by the way.” She said just before her 

phone

 made a loud buzzing noise.

It’s hard to stay up, it’s been a long, long day, and you’ve got the sandman at your door, but hang on. Leave the TV on, and let’s do it anyway! It’s okay, you can always sleep through work tomorrow, Okay? Hey hey! Tomorrow’s just your future yesterday!

She fumbled to answer her phone, trying pretty hard to keep me from hearing her ringtone, and with her face now as red as her hair, she checked her 

text

. “Apparently, my band has a show tonight…” She said, flipping her bangs out of her face and adjusting her glasses. “Band, hm? Mind if I come? I mean, you are a fan and all… and I’d like to be a fan of you too.” I said, waiting for her to look up at me as I gave her my best creepy stare. Looking up, she laughed and avoided eye contact, fearing that I was probably judging her. “If you want to, sure. Sound check’s in an hour and a half. It’s nothing major, it’s just a last minute fill in spot at the local comic shop. And yeah… ignore my ringtone…” She said, her face flushing again.
“Honestly, I’m flattered. I do have a question though.” I said, turning to face her completely.
“Yes?” She asked, seeming to calm down a bit as she bit into the cookie I gave her. “I see you’ve got a copy of my book,” I gestured down to the book sitting on top of her bag on the 

floor

. “So why weren’t you in line to have it signed?” I asked, slightly confused by her lack of interest in meeting a celebrity she was obviously a fan of.
“Well, I can’t stand all of the people that go to those. They’re fake, and they honestly mostly, just want to use you or try to brush shoulders with you for bragging rights. I’ve been around people like that for a while now, and the less I have to 

deal

 with them, the better. I’d thought about jumping in line toward the end, but then I decided I wanted coffee, and well, here we are. It was nothing personal, I promise. You’re actually my favourite comedian. Don’t tell Hardwick that though, he’d never let me live it down.” She said before taking a long drink from the coffee concoction that was in her hand. “You know Chris then?” I asked watching her play with the bracelets on her wrists. I’m convinced this girl can’t sit still to save her life. Sorta like me.
“I work for him, and we’re moderately good friends. He’s my best guy friend, if we’re being honest. He knows just about everything about me, so I’m kinda screwed if we ever had a falling out. Hey, can I tell you something?” She asked, looking up from her bracelets and into my eyes for the first time this afternoon.
“Sure, anythin’.” I said. “I really like your accent. Scottish accents are my favourite, and yours is thick. I like that.” She said, making me blush slightly.
“Well, thank you, Lass. Can I tell you somethin’?” I asked, as she ate the last of her cookie. By this point, both my coffee and my cookie were long gone.”Of course.” She said, bits of cookie in her mouth. I laughed, “Your hair is very red, and your eyes are very blue. I like that quite a bit.” I said softly, she blushed as she finished the last of her coffee. “Hey, you’re coming to the show, right?” I nodded. “Then come on, I wanna show you something before sound check.” She said standing up, picking up her laptop and putting it in her shoulder bag along with my book. Tossing it over her shoulder, she pulled her hair out from under it’s strap and gestured toward the door.
“Shall we?” She asked. “We shall.” Taking her hand in mine, I opened the door for her, and she led the way.

Walking toward Central Park, I looked over at her, her hand still in mine. I couldn’t help but notice that she looked down as she walked. Not at the flowers around us, but straight down at the sidewalk. “Lass, can I ask you a question? It’s none of my business or nothin’, but I’m slightly curious.” “Hm?” She asked, looking up at me with curiosity in her blue eyes. “Do you have very low self esteem?” I asked, stopping and pulling her to me. Not meeting my gaze, she sort of looked up again.”Its almost nonexistent. How did you know?” She asked, now meeting my eyes with hers. “Th’ way you walk… You look straight down as if you don’ feel worthy of lookin’ up.” I said, gently lifting her chin to make her look at me. She had a moderately sorrowful look on her face, and I could see pain in her eyes as she looked at me. Stroking her cheek with my thumb, I whispered to her. “Lass, you’re beautiful. I don’ know why you feel so down, but as long as I’m with you, I’ll make sure you feel beautiful. Think of it as my new goal.” She quickly wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. Lifting my hand to my cheek, she dashed off into Central Park without me. “Come on, Craig!” She shouted over her shoulder. Chuckling under my breath, I chased after her.

Stopping to hack up my lung, I looked ahead, and saw Dia crouching down on a concrete slab on the ground. Walking up to her, I looked at the slab. It was a round mosaic that said Imagine in the center of it. It was surrounded by benches and trees. I realized that it was Strawberry Fields, the John Lennon memorial site.
I crouched down and wrapped my arms around her waist. She had a candle lit, with something she’d written on lined paper, next to the candle. Softly, she began to sing.

I’ve got your name on my lips, and your hands on my hips. I want you to go, but I need you, you know. Please don’t leave me alone, but I don’t want you to stay. I love you, but I hate you, what more can I say? You make me feel so low, but you’re all I’ve ever known. You knock me down further with every single blow. You’re breaking my heart, like you’ve broken my bones, but how can I let you know, I need to let you go…

She stopped singing, and I pulled her even closer to me. Turning around in my arms, she nuzzled her face in my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. That song… It was her… Her voice has been the one stuck in my head for so long now…
She began to cry softly, and suddenly her insecurities and self esteem issues all became clear. She’d been abused.
“Lass…” I whispered in her ear. “It’s okay, love. I won’ let them hurt you anymore. I won’ let anyone hurt you anymore.” She looked up at me with big, tearful blue eyes. “How can you be so sure? How can I be sure that you won’t hurt me?” She asked quietly, looking into my eyes, and allowing a single tear to fall from hers. Her question stung a bit, but I understood the reasoning behind it.
Without skipping a beat or breaking our gaze, I took my thumb and wiped the tear from her cheek. “Well, I’ll be honest, I can’ promise that I won’ hurt you. I can’ promise that you won’ get hurt. But I can promise that I will never purposely hurt you, and I can promise that I will never let you get hurt without puttin’ up a fight to protect you in the first place. I know we just met, I know you don’ know me, but I’m already starting to know you, and I want to get the chance to know you further. Idunno what it is, but you’ve drawn me in, and it’ll be harder than hell to get rid of me now.” She smiled and her eyes stopped tearing up.

As if on cue, a soft, cool breeze blew through the park, putting out the flame on Dia’s candle, and blowing her soft red hair into her face. Looking down at the beautiful girl sitting in my arms, I smiled softly. Taking my hand, I gently brushed the hair from her face, and leaned in. Letting her natural instinct take over, she leaned in as well, and our lips met. For the few moments that our lips were together, I could feel all of her burden lift, and all of her pain melt away. I could feel her pull herself together, but allow me to let her fall apart. I felt the warmth of her lips against mine, and I knew that she was something special, and I knew I didn’t want to let her go.
Once we finally broke apart, she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her face into my neck. “Lass, do you believe in true love?” I whispered into her ear.
Looking up into my eyes, she whispered back. “I do now.” Leaning close, she pressed her lips to mine once more, and I knew that everything would be okay.
“Good, because I came bearin’ it.” I said, once we broke apart. “Good.” She said, sitting in my lap and turning toward the trees in front of us. “Good.” She whispered again.

And then, there was silence, and the earth stood still. It stood still, for us. I took her small, soft hand in my larger rough one, brought it to my lips and gave it a soft kiss. “Good.” I whispered into the silence. We sat like that for the next hour, and it was perfect.