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theargopriestess · 10 months

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I Can’t Stop Wanting You - Part 1

How many times had he been here? Too many to count, and too many more for him to bare. Sure he really liked Pearl, hell she was great, being with her was great. But she wasn’t like Carly.

No one was like Carly.

Except Carly.

So when she threads her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, burrowing her nose into him, he allows himself, if only for a moment, a breath of a moment, to close his eyes, to hold her tighter and closer. She smells like daisies and wild flowers and there’s the faintest scent of sawdust from the bar.

He swears that she holds him tighter too, that her heartbeat picks up as his arms loop around her slim frame.

He knows now that it’ll never be enough. Because he’s never stopped wanting her. Never lost hope that they might have a chance to be together. When she kissed him in the studio before she left with her father to go to Italy, he thought they might be able to have something. But that ended in heartbreak, for him at least. But she came back and she stayed his friend for the last ten years. And he still wanted her.

The spell breaks as she pulls away. She gives a friendly punch to his arm, and maybe it’s his somewhat misplaced sense of chivalry that stops him from actually doing it back but he still pulls it and only makes a half hearted motion, watching her as she beams at him before leaving the apartment.

His knees buckle.

It is possibly the worst argument that he’s-

No.

It is the worst fight that they have ever had. So he leaves, heart torn in two, tears threatening to spill and blood boiling hotter than lava.

“Freddie!”

He hears her shout after him and the second the door slams on the catch he wants to turn back around, run back into Spencer’s apartment and make things right. But he can’t. His heart has been broken one too many times and he just keeps walking. The elevator is his first stop and he gets in. The tears fall as the doors close and he drops his weight against the back wall, pulse roaring in his ears and suddenly he feels as if he is being suffocated, and tugs at the tie around his neck, pulling it free and rolling it around his fingers and stuffing it in his pocket. The first time in a long time, he allows himself to properly cry, his whole body shakes as he does.

I hate her her!

I’m an idiot!

No you don’t, you could never hate her. His heart argues with itself.

The elevator doors open and he stumbles out. To the doorman he must look drunk or high out of his mind.

He doesn’t care.

For the next few hours, he walks the city streets. Hands in his pockets and fighting back more tears.

. . .

Hours later he’s back in Spencer’s apartment. The Italy set up is gone now, but there’s the faintest scent of garlic and pasta.

“Carly planned this beautiful moment, and I ruined it”, he drops his head into her hands. Spencer stays silent. He’s not surprised that the only sibling of the love of his life is angry with him. He would be.

He is.

“Have you talked to her at all today? Is she okay?” he can’t stop the desperation coming out in his voice, his vision blurs slightly as Spencer’s moves to sit on the arm of the couch. “Honestly, last night really freaked her out and she’s been a mess. Harper said that she spent almost the entire night crying and now she’s scared that you don’t want to be friends at all”.

No! Oh God, no!

“What?”

The pain that he feels now is worse. A whole lot worse. As if Dwayne The Rock Johnson socked him in the gut.

“I have to talk to her. Is she here?” He’s desperate now. He’s got to make it right. He’s got fix things between them. He’s sure Spencer’s can read his mind because he says, “she left a note for you up in the studio”.

He stands and runs up to the studio, feet slamming on the hard wood steps. He reaches the final step but in his haste and desperation to get there as fast as possible he trips and lands heavily on his front. He grunts upon impact but gets back to his feet, using the wall as a crutch to pull himself up.

He jogs to the door and stumbles into the studio.

She’s standing there, surrounded by soft glowing light. She’s so beautiful.

And he still wants her.

It’s hours later, his mother and daughter have gone home and gone to bed. Harper and Spencer too. They are still there, up in the studio. Carly has leaned back against him, back to his chest, head resting against his. She’s quiet as she breathes steadily against him, and for a moment he thinks have fallen asleep.

She hasn’t.

She shifts her head against his, and he turns his to hers, their foreheads brush and bump, then their noses and finally their lips. It’s different to how they’d kissed before, not quite as casual as it was in front of their family, not quite as needy and passionate as when they’d finally cleared the air and admitted their feelings for one another. This time it’s slow, tender and tastes of longing. He shifts his weight, forcing her to sit up, and he realised it must be awkward an uncomfortable for her neck.

She pulls away and he opens his eyes and watches her as she turns her body round to face him, shifting closer, (if that was even possible), she slips her hands to his neck fingers playing at the soft hair at the back of head as she leans in again. He obliges her all too happily, cupping her neck with one hand, thumb gentle against her jaw bone, other arm wrapped around her waist. Kissing her has never felt so good.

In the tenderness of the moment, an idea springs to mind, and he nuzzles gently at her lips with his own before he pulls away, stuffing his hand into his pocket and pulling out is phone. She laughs almost incredulously, “are you serious? You were kissing me like half a second ago and now you’re checking twitter? Are you kidding?”

He catches her eye, giving her a wink and a lopsided smirk, “no, now where is it, had it saved in my fav- ah there it is.”

“Freddie what are you-”

He stands as Chrissy Chase’s ‘Meant for Me’ starts to play. He offers her his hand. “M’lady, may I have this dance?” Carly smiles and nods, taking his hand and standing, allowing her to pull her in. As they dance slowly to the music, Freddie holds her closer this time, his hands resting on her lower back, he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of her arms around his neck. Neither one of them can take their eyes off each other, and it’s almost as if they are stuck in their own little bubble, like nothing in the world could disturb them. As he looks into her eyes, he sees the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, slowly rolling down her face. He lifts a hand gently to to face to catch the falling tears, inclining is head forward. “Hey”, he speaks quietly, “you’re crying, what’s wrong?”She shakes her head, smiling at him, reaching her own hand up to his face, brushing her thumb against his cheek. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just so happy”. In response, he turns his head into her hand into her hand and nuzzles his nose against it, pressing his lips against her palm. “I’m so happy too”.

He’s certain that she knows that he wants her. He’ll always want her.

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theargopriestess · 10 months

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I Can’t Stop Wanting You - Part 2

Carly has never felt as lucky as she does now. She’s happy, she’s settled and she’s in a good place. With Freddie, she has never felt safer. She feels so stupid for having any doubts about going public, but his words, his confidence, despite all of his previous doubts in himself, he gives her the confidence to do the same.

“You don’t have to protect me, okay? You are everything I have ever wanted. We can tell the world or keep it a secret, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you. Because I love you, Carly. I’m in love with you”.

She knows she’ll never forget the look on his face when she told him that she loved him back, the slightly forlorn but completely lovestruck shine in his eyes and how his entire expression morphed into complete and utter elation, she’s almost certain her own face had an identical expression, he certainly kissed her like she did.

They’d finally managed to get the door to the roof open, after desperate calls to the foyer of the building and calls to Millicent. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Freddie brought up his laptop from the studio, and having discovered that Spencer had eaten almost all of the picnic that Carly had lovingly prepared, they ultimately decided to order take out.

So, twenty minutes later, and five minutes after ordering take out, Carly found herself with Freddie wrapped up in her arms and curled up underneath a blanket watching some superheroes movie from nearly ten years ago. Sighing contentedly as his head drops back against her stomach, strong rigid torso pressed against her lower half. Holding him like this is strangely comfortable, she smiles to herself as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“Carly?”

“Hey, cupcake! Ass up!” Harper turned the corner and stopped short, Carly looked up at her best friend, smirking down at her, eyebrow raised, hand on cocked hip and brown paper takeout bag clasped in the other. She set down the bag next her, and snuck backwards in comical fashion. “I’m just gonna-” she gestured her thumb over her shoulder, making a clicking noise, “leave you to it”. With a wink and final smirk she tottered away, back down from the roof.

Carly looked down at Freddie, his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. He’s asleep, she realised. Smiling softly, she placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake.

“Freddie?”

He didn’t stir.

“Hey Freddie, take out’s here. It’s gonna get cold.”

Still, he didn’t stir.

An idea sprung to mind, she smirked. Shifting her weight carefully so as not to disturb him, she looked down at him, smiling softly at him, face the picture of peace, she slipped her fingers along his cheek before leaning down and brushing her lips softly over his. As she pulls away, she sees his mouth form into the telltale lopsided grin and his eyes twinkle as he looks up at her.

“I was wondering how long it would take before you did that”.

She feigns mock offence and gently slaps his chest. “You ass!”

He sits up, “true”, he says, “but you love me”.

She smiles and leans in to kiss him again.

Love him, she certainly does. She wants him even more.

Carly, after finding the spare key underneath the plant pot outside the Benson apartment, walked in, closing the door closing the door quietly behind her.

“Freddie?”

“Babe, are you here?”

“Hey, I’m the bathr-”

She hears something clatter and her boyfriend let out string of expletives.

“Ow! Goddamn it!”

She follows the sound of his voice to the bathroom. She finds him stood at the sink leaning forwards into the mirror pressing a scrap of tissue into his cheek, there’s a small cut there. He glances at her and offers her a strained but dopey smile. “Hey baby”, his words and his voice gives her butterflies.

His plaid shirt is discarded on the floor and he is only wearing dark jeans. Over the years he’s gotten buff, stomach muscles sculpted and flexing as he breathes and biceps well defined as his arms bend.

Damn! Why does he have to be so damn sexy!

She raises an eyebrow, fighting down a giggle she folds her arms and leans against the doorframe. “You okay there?”, she teases. “Just fine thank you”, he says absently, his focus on cleaning blood from his cheek. She chuckles and slips her purse from her shoulder and shrugging out of her green-cropped cardigan, suddenly finding it too hot and thanking God that she chose to wear her black denim shorts and crop-top and her flimsy cardigan,

She throws her hair up into a ponytail and walks toward him. Giggling she says, “sit down, doofus”. He grins and does as he’s told, sitting on the edge of the quad-footed bathtub.

She picks up a clean tissue and moves to stand between his knees and uses her fingertips to tilt his chin up. He raises an eyebrow and gives her a lopsided smirk, “hi”.

“Hi yourself”, she speaks softly, leaning in to get a closer inspection of the cut on his cheek. She dabs at it carefully until the blood clears properly . “Better?”, Freddie asks, Carly smiles and nods, “better”.

“Now”, she says, swiping shaving foam from his jaw and blotting it on the tip of nose, in response he gives a small smile and wrinkles his nose, “let’s show you how to properly shave”.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

She turns back to the sink and picks up the razor, using the hand towel to dry off the handle, dipping razor end into the water in the sink to rinse it off. She turns back to him and finds him watching her. There’s something different about his eyes, they’ve darkened and there’s something that she’s rarely seen.

Desire.

Carefully, she slips her fingers underneath his chin, holding his head steady. Eyes narrowed, bottom lip caught between her her teeth, she sets the razor carefully to his cheek.

Usually this task would have been easier, but with the way Freddie is looking at her, it’s becoming surprisingly difficult, but she’s was nearly finished anyway. She was cupping his freshly shaven cheek in one hand, tilting it to the right, a patch of shaving foam near his left ear still untouched.

She gasped and took the razor away from his face before she could cut him and tosses it into the bath tub as he set his hands to her hips, just under her waist. His hands are surprisingly warm, scolding even. With his thumbs, he begins to caress the flesh of her stomach and waist.

“Will you stop that! I can’t concentrate!”

“Why? You’re nearly done anyway, and I can finish on my own”, he teases her, taking her hand brushing his lips gently over her wrist, at the base of of her thumb and then a kiss to the pad. She notices that the shaving foam she had dabbed on his nose is now smudged along her skin.

“But you don’t really want that, do you?”

“No, no, I do not”, he says as he stands up. He sets his hands to her waist and tugs her into him, until her body is flush against his and he angles his head to brush his lips over the length of her jaw. She lifts her hands and grips onto his shoulders, her breath coming out in short gasps as his lips brushed over her skin. Hands still at her waist he walks her backwards until she hits the sink. His kisses are becoming more frequent and firm as they travel down her throat, gasping and reaching behind her to pull the flimsy chain of the plug and draining the water from the sink.

“I like this”, he murmurs in her ear, toying with the strap of her crop-top. She blushes and looks at him through her lashes. “Yeah, I like it too”, she agrees quietly. He kisses her forehead. “Looks very, very sexy on you”, the tone of his voice shifts as his hands drift to the hem at her ribs. Then he leans in close to her ear and murmurs, “I bet it will look even sexier next my shirt on the floor”. She lets out a soft breathing mewl and looks into his eyes, dark with want. She’s so nervous to speak she can only nod. He smirks and takes hold of the hem of her top and pulls up over her head and tosses it onto the floor next his long abandoned shirt.

Then he surprises her when he lifts her to sit on the edge of it, giggling she whispers teasingly, “I’m taller than you now”. He smirks and nips gently at her neck, eliciting a quiet squeak from her and then her lips, “yeah well, you used to be”, he smirks. And then he leans in to kiss her again, and then he reaches round to the back of her head and pulls her ponytail free and slides his hand through her hair, pulling her in closer and kissing her deeper, his free hand travelling to the small of her back tugging her flush against him, the heat of his bare torso burns pleasantly against hers. She wraps one hand round the back of his neck and slips the other around him to grip onto his ass. He pulls away with a smirk.

“Naughty.”

“Are you complaining.”

“Absolutely not m’lady!”

“Good. Now c’mere.”

She pulls him in again, goddamn it, she wants him.

In the past she’s never had much luck with relationships. With Freddie, she’s certain she’s hit the fucking jack-pot!

Being in a relationship with Freddie was entirely different to any of the relationships that she’d had before. Sure she’d been in a relationship with Beau for nearly five years, they’d slept together after a few weeks of dating and maybe that’s where they went wrong.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t been very attentive to her needs, he hadn’t really given much focus to what she wanted and what she liked. In short, his ability to get her to feel good was a rare occasion.

Sure things had gotten pretty heated in Freddie’s bathroom the other week, and that alone had been miles better than anything she and Beau had done. She blushed at the memory.

That was until his mother had walked in and killed the moment entirely. She’d practically screamed the entire apartment down.

They’d both dressed in a panic, Freddie had to lift her off the sink as mother retreated in shock and embarrassment.

The sound of the front door slamming told them that they were alone again. She looked at Freddie as he set his hand gently against her back, and as she caught his eyes, they both began to chuckle, even when he dropped his forehead to rest against her temple.

She knew in her heart then, as he tilted her chin towards him and kissed her softly, how badly she wants him.

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