"Oh shit, Des, don't stop!" he moaned. He was lying with his back flat on the bed, and she was kneeling in between his legs, sucking him off. She moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, loving the sensation of the veins of his cock against her tongue. She was so turned on by the way this seemed to have an effect on Lip, so she gladly did it.
"Oh fuck," he moaned.
It was like music to her. He could be loud all he wanted, the Gallagher's house was empty, so they decided to meet up, like usual.
She sucked on him harder as she moved her head faster while her fingers touched his balls. This made him shiver.
"Oh, fuck! I'm fucking close!" hearing him say that, she got flat on her chest, taking him deeper, making sure to let him hear the sounds of her gagging as he touched the back of her throat. This make him curse again. He was almost there, but she wanted him to see another thing that she had found out. So she let release, making him groan in disapproval.
"Fuck, Des, I was there," she said before taking her breasts in her hands, pushing them around his shaft, and starting to move her torso up and down.
Lip was quick to get on his elbows to see what she was doing, and at the sight of his cock in between her breasts, he coursed again with a satisfied moan.
"Shit," he said, panting, "Look at you."
"Am I pretty from there?" she asked with a smirk as she looked down, moving her head to leave a kiss on the top of his cock.
"Fuuuck!" he exclaimed in a moan, "What did I fucking do?" he let out a chuckle, "Fuck baby, I thought that seeing you with my dick in your mouth was the best, but this, fuck, I love this!" he said as he lay back on the bed. Desna smirked at the sight before going back to her previous position and taking him in her mouth once again.
"Shit, fuck!" she started to bob her head up and down, sucking him hard and taking him until his tip hit her throat. She made sure that he heard every noise that she made and kept her hair to hide the view.
"Fuck, fuck, Des!" he moaned as he emptied himself in her throat. He was making so many noises that made her legs close to create a bit of friction. His chest rose up and down as she climbed up the bed to go and lay against him.
As he opened his eyes to meet her green ones, Lip's hand went to the side of her face, bringing her closer to him.
"Are you trying to kill me or something?" he asked with a chuckle as she leaned forward.
"Thank you," she said before pushing her lips on his. His fingers were in her hair, and hers were on his chest, getting better leverage so that they could deepen the kiss. Their tongues were touching, and she moved her hand to his cheek to get closer. God, she liked to kiss him so much.
"God, you're becoming addictive," he said as he pulled back, guiding her to lay her head on his chest. Desna complied, hugging his waist with one of her arms.
"Sure, you're alright with Kev and V?" he asked, gently running his fingers through her hair.
"Yeah," she took a heavy breath. "V is still suspicious, Kev not that much, and he keeps her busy, so it's good. But no more sneaking out in the morning, unfortunately."
"That's a shame," he whispered, keeping caressing her hair, "I liked what we did in the van," Desna chuckled and made him laugh as she snuggled closer.
"Yeah, me too," she said, "Maybe not in the morning."
"Oh, you could have told me; I would have taken you in the van right there and then," he chuckled, too, relaxing as she started to rub the skin of his hips.
"Hey, what about..." he said after a moment of silence, "What about... umm..." Desna looked up at him, waiting for him to talk, "Are you... I mean busy today?" he asked, trying to keep casual as he looked at the ceiling.
"Tonight I work at the Alibi," she answered, thinking about what Kev had asked her. "But until seven, I'm free. Why?"
"I was thinking..." he swallowed nervously, "If you have nothing to do... I..." he took a breath, "I have to take some tools to Kash, maybe, you-"
"I'd like to go with you," she answered with a smile, touching his face to make him look at her.
"Really?" he asked with a little smile. "I just wanted to spend some time with you, I mean for you..." Desna just kept nodding her head, her lips shaped in a smile as she looked into his eyes.
"I want to," she said, "I really do. I want to spend time with you," and then she giggled shyly.
"Good," he said, biting his lips. "Good," his eyes observed her face as if he were memorizing every detail. Desna felt like blushing, but she did not turn away.
"What?" she asked, but he shook his head, muttering a quiet 'Nothing' before moving his hand behind her neck once again and gently pulling her closer.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered. She only smiled as she leaned forward, letting their lips touch each other. This was a sweet, tender kiss, one that they had never shared. They used to be passionate, hungry, and aggressive, but this felt like a caress. She put her hands up his chest, loving to feel his skin against her finger as he pulled closer with his hand, the other sneaking behind her shoulders.
They kissed and cuddled for another half an hour, and as she got washed up, Desna could not stop smiling. Something had changed between them, and she liked where they seemed to be going. She loved his gentle touch and the way he spoke to her. She was really happy.
They were walking together towards Kash's supermarket, where Ian was doing a part-time job. Lip and Desna walked close, sharing glances and shy smiles as they went.
"You hungry?" he asked, making her turn to him.
"I'm fine now," she answered, "But maybe later."
"Yeah!" he said, nodding his head, "Later seems cool."
"Cool," she whispered, looking at him, who let out a chuckle.
"I'm acting pretty strange, aren't I?" but she shook her head.
"You're acting cute," he smiled.
"Oh, thank you!" he exclaimed, making her giggle.
"Tell me about your day," she suggested, looking at him, who smiled.
"The afternoon went great," she let out a gentle laugh at that, "This girl is making me crazy lately," they looked at each other before he bit his lips, turning away, "The morning was okay."
"Yeah?" she asked, "What did you do?"
"I went to Karen," at his words, her smile slowly disappeared.
"Oh..." she whispered.
But he turned to her in an instant. "To ask her about Ian," he explained. "That's why I got the tools; I needed a reason to go to Karen and ask her about Ian," he explained, and Desna nodded at his words.
"Anyway, I wanted to know if he got hard-"
"Lip!" she begged him.
"What?" he asked with a laugh, "You know how it works."
"I don't want to know how Ian's works," she complained, but her reactions seemed to amuse him more.
"You know how mine works, alright," he said, teasingly looking at hers, which got closer only to move his head away with her fingers.
"So, what did she say?" Desna asked, crossing her arms as she kept walking.
"She said no," Lip answered, taking a deep breath, "It didn't work one bit, which I don't understan-"
"Because you can't understand," Desna stated, looking up at him, "You like girls. He likes boys. How would you feel if a guy would try to suck you off."
"Jeez, Des..." he complained, but she only laughed.
"Exactly, surely for Ian, it is the same," she said, shrugging her shoulder. "It just doesn't get him worked up, and you can't force him to."
"I wasn't trying to," he said as they arrived before Kash's supermarket. Then Lip took a deep breath before trying to open the door.
Desna frowned when they saw it was locked, "It should be open right now," she said, looking at the hour on the door.
"Yo, Kash!" he called, trying to take a look inside, but it was impossible to see. Lip attempted to knock a couple more times before taking Desna by the hand, leading to the back of the shop.
"They left it open?" she asked as Lip pulled the door.
"It seems so," he said, letting her go first.
"Yo, Kash!" Lip yelled as they entered the shop. Desna didn't see anyone, not even sitting in front of the cashier.
"Is Ian working today?" she asked, looking at Lip, who nodded his head as he looked around.
"All right," suddenly, Kash's voice came from behind them. You stack the butter. I'll do the snacks," and as they both turned, they saw Ian and Kash appear as they started to stock the goods.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Lip! And Desna, right?" Kash said with a strange laugh. He didn't seem that surprised to see them there. Lip was just behind Desna, but she felt his body stiffen, so she turned toward him. His eyes were strange as he apologized to Kash.
"Just, uh..." he said, "Thanks for the tools."
"Any time," the man said with a nervous laugh, "Long as I get 'em back."
"Right," Lip said with a nod of his head. His eyes observed the two in silence, and Desna was about to call for him when he snapped.
"You must be joking," he said coldly, looking at Ian, who turned with big scared eyes, "What? You're fucking him?" he asked in disbelief. Desna looked at the two, both frozen in place.
Oh shit...
Then, the sound of the bag of tools hitting the ground made her turn, and she saw Lip heading towards the exit at the back of the shop.
"Fuck..." he said as he passed by Ian and Kash.
"Lip!" Desna said, following the boy. As she passed next to Ian, though, she touched his arm with a look of sympathy before exiting the shop as well.
"Lip!" she called for him as she ran in the street. He was walking too far away, so she made a run to keep up the pace. "Lip, wait!"
"Not now, Des!" he said angrily.
"Please," she said, reaching for his hand to make him stop, but he snatched it away, "Please, talk to me."
"There is nothing to fucking talk about!" he exclaimed as he kicked an empty can on the ground, "That fucking piece of shit!" he yelled in her face, making her flinch. He looked at her expression, and that made him take a breath.
"I'm sorry," he said as he moved to her, but she flinched again. "Hey, I'm sorry," Lip whispered, making slow movements as he circled her shoulders with his arm, gently pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry," he whispered as she clenched at the cloth of his coat. "I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry." She closed her eyes as he hugged her closer.
"It's okay," she muttered against his shoulder, as one of his hands went to her hair, "You were upset. It's alright."
After what happened that afternoon, she went to work at the Alibi, where she did everything Kev needed: getting orders, cleaning tables, and serving pops, even if occasionally he let her pour beer.
"Here is my joy," Kev said as she entered the bar, putting her bag and coat on the side.
"I'm sorry, I'm late," she said as she tightened her hair into a ponytail.
"No need," Kev said, waving his hand. "As long as you arrive."
"I felt like a fucking stupid," she said as she cleaned the counter from some glasses, "I got down at the wrong stop twice," then she put away the glasses taking a breath.
"Rough day?" Kev asked, moving closer to her. After looking at her, he nodded, "Rough period," he said, understanding. Between them,, there was silence, the one where she knew he was going to say something at some point.
"You know we are only worried about you," Kev said, and she crossed her arms over her chest, "When I knew what had happened to you..."
"Kev..." she said, shaking her head, "There's no reason to talk about it, really," Kev nodded his head quietly before bringing her close in a side hug.
"We care about you, bug," he said, and she felt her eyes watering at his words. "We really just want you to be careful," she said, moving her hand behind his back to return the hug.
"I'm always careful, Kev," she said. "I promise, it's just difficult for me when you talk about it," she admitted with a heavy breath.
"Why?" he asked softly.
"Because I don't want you two to feel like this," Desna whispered, tears running down her face. "I don't want to make you feel worried after everything you've done for me. I just want to be happy." Kev looked at her, squeezing her arms, nodding his head.
"Alright, bug," he said, draining the tears on her cheeks. She smiled at the gesture, "Now let's get back to work."
At that moment, the door of the Alibi opened, and V entered the room. The two looked at each other before Desna ran to the woman to give her a hug.
"It's okay, babe," she heard Veronica say as she caressed her hair, "It's okay, babe."
The evening went well. They had many customers and a lot of drunks, but not Frank Gallagher, which was strange. As they made their way towards home, V and Kev decided that they wanted to go to the Gallaghers to drink something. But Desna shook her head, saying that she would have gone home.
"Sleep well, sweetheart," V said, kissing her forehead before the three of them parted ways. But as Desna was before her eyes, she stopped seeing Lip sitting on her porch.
"Hey," she said as she got closer.
"Hey," Lip answered, observing her.
"What brings you here?" she asked, stopping right before the steps in front of him. His legs bouncing up and down.
"I had a fight with Ian," he said, looking down, "Kash gave him presents as well."
"What is he thirty?" Desna asked, but Lip shook his head.
"I really don't wanna to know," the girl nodded her head in understanding. "He doesn't want me to say anything to anyone."
"Were you planning to?" she asked, observing him, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe. I don't know," he said, biting his lips, "Why didn't he tell me?"
"Maybe he was afraid you would not accept him," she tried to say.
"I'm his brother," at his simple statement, Desna smiled.
"That could make it better or worse," she said gently, "It's difficult to tell a secret."
"You told me yours," he said, looking in her eyes.
"Because I was sure you would have understood," Desna explained, "And I chose when I felt ready to tell you. Maybe Ian wasn't feeling ready yet."
Lip seemed to think about her words as he nodded his head.
"You already know what I'm about to tell you," she said with a smile.
"Yeah..." he said, taking a breath, "That I should talk to him." Desna nodded at his statement.
"But not now," she said reaching out her hand, for him to take, "The house is empty, V and Kev are drinking at yours..."
Lip smiled at her, taking her hand in his, before standing up. They looked at each other before Lip pulled her to him, kissing her lips. His hands circled her waist as her arms hugged his shoulders.
"Take me to your room," he whispered against her lips.