very backdated
(happens just after Lou writes his entry about his scariest moment)
Lou pulls the phone cord behind his bedroom door and waits for Nico to answer the ring. He can't believe he let that whole thing with the Scottish guy affect him so much. But maybe it was some kind of deep down, primitive response. Doesn't explain why he thinks Nico will make him feel better- but he really misses her.
Nico walks across the room to pick up the phone. She's not expecting a call, and she tries to think of who it could be. "Hello?"
"It's-it's Lou?" He says, twisting the cord around his finger.
"Lou..." she smiles into the phone, her voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "How are you?"
"I just got in town. I have a week off from school cause of the holidays. I think we should go out."
"I'd like that. What would you like to do?" she smiles, wondering what he'll come up with.
"Go for a walk and then to your place?" His hands are shaking, and he sits on one of them to make it stop.
"A walk in Central Park?" she suggests. "It's very close to my apartment."
"Yeah,yeah,"Lou agrees. "I'll be right over."
"Meet you at the gates," Nico says before hanging up. She moves to the closet to find her warmest coat, it's still chilly outside.
Lou wraps a scarf around his throat and leaves the house without telling his parents he's going. He'll probably get in trouble for that, they don't like him "wandering off" ever since he was "so sick". But he catches a cab to the park and waits for Nico, smoking and watching the people walk by.
She sees him first, wrapped up in a coat too, and she calls him. "Lou!" she waves.
"Hey," he smiles. "You look good."
"So do you," she smiles and takes his hand. "There's a few nice places in here, but you probalby know them too..."
"have you ever bought one of those little boats and floated them in the pond?" Lou rubs his fingers over a scar on his forehead.
"No, I haven't," Nico says. "Would you like to do that?" she smiles and takes his hand.
Lou looks embarrassed. "I'd like to. I think the pond is unfrozen."
"That sounds nice," she smiles and leans in to softly kiss his forehead. She didn't know there was a scar until she feels it under her lips.
"Don't.."Lou mumbles anxiously. "it's ugly"
"It's a part of you, and it's not," Nico says, tracing her tongue along it.
He trembles, although he tries to hide it. He never thought of it as sexy or intriguing. Does she really like his ugly parts too?
"I like you, Lou. Not parts, not your tongue or your cock or your fingers. I like all of you," she says. "I..." she hesitates.
"What?" He asks.
"I'll tell you later," she promises, and she knows she will. She's not even quite sure herself exactly what it is she's going to say, something about her feelings, but she doesn't know if she'll say the words yet. "I'd rather do that inside. Alone. But I will. I won't forget," she promises again.
"Ok,"Lou nods. He buys two little sail boats, his hands shaking as he hands over the money.
"Are you all right?" she asks, noticing the shaking. "Or cold?"
"I had a bad day,"Lou says. "I had to write some things for an assignment, and they brought up bad memories."
"I'm sorry," she says, wrapping an arm around him. The tweed of her coat scratches the fabric of his jacket slightly and she hears it.
"When I have to talk about them, I -it's like I go right back ot when they happened." Lou bends down to place his boat on the icy water.
She just wants to put her arms around him and protect him from the bad memories. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
"It's like-I can't breathe."
"I'll help you," she says.
Lou looks at her, surprised.
"If I can," she adds. "I just..." she trails off again. "Do you want to go inside now? I know we said a walk, but I think we need to talk and I don't want to out here..."
"Yeah,"Lou agrees. He retrieves the boats and sticks them in his pockets. He'll keep one and give it to her for a gift later, if she's still around for- he doesn't even know when her birthday actually is.
She smiles and leads him to her building. "The elevator works today," she smiles and takes him into it.
Lou leans against the wall, but reaches out and fingers her hair.
She smiles as he does and gathers her courage as the elevator stops.
Lou follows her to the apartment, his mind is racing with all the things he'd like to tell her but can't
She pokes the fire, making it flare up a little, and turns to Lou, taking his coat and hanging them both up. "Would you like something to drink?" she asks.
"Just a beer,"Lou says. He sits on the couch, chin on hand on the armrest of the chair.
She gets him one and pours herself a glass of wine. Bringing them over to the couch she sits beside him, crossing her legs gracefully. She's wearing a skirt.
He looks at her legs, and smiles faintly.
"Lou," she says, taking his hand. "I never expected this to be more than a night or two of really amazing sex."
"Now we're friends," he agrees.
"Yes," she smiles. "And that's great." She's relieved he didn't think she was going to break up with him.
"I think-I think you're special,"Lou stammers.
"I think that about you, too," Nico says. "I think I might be falling for you, Lou. Falling...in love." She waits for his response, a little nervous.
Lou takes her hands. "Me too. I just-I want to be with you all the time."
"I know," she smiles. "And it's been so hard to admit this. I've been hurt so much." She kisses Lou's fingers.
"I know,"he says. "My last boyfriend made me love him, and then when he broke up with me, he told me he'd said those things just so I'd keep letting him fuck me. So-I didn't want to do that again. But you're *not* him."
"I'll kill him," she says, and she's only half-joking. "How could he? And no, I'm not. I didn't want to feel like this, but I'm glad...."
"I don't feel like I can tell my parents about this,"Lou frowns.
"I understand," she says. "They wouldn't like it, because I'm older and..."
"Not one of us,"Lou says.
"Yes," Nico nods. "I'm used to that, though..."
"Having people judge you because of your race?" Lou asks. If he were on his game, it would have come out a lot sharper, but he doesn't want to hurt her, not at all.
"Yes," Nico nods. "And my gender..."
"People have something against older women and younger men,"Lou says.
"They do, for some reason," she says.
"I don't get it,"Lou shrugs. "Older women know things."
Nico grins. "You like that?"
"Not like I knew what to do when I started having sex,"Lou says and grins back.
"Instructions can be good," she nods. "And someone who...likes what you like..."
"You do. I-I like that,"Lou murmurs, putting down his empty beer.
"I like it too," Nico smiles. "You're so....good."
"I'm really well trained,"Lou says.
"You are," Nico nods. "Not *fully* trained, of course. But that's an evolving process."
"Can I be?" he asks.
"If you want it," Nico says. "Or at least as much as I know. And maybe the rest if you want it..."
Lou nods. He does want it, although he's not sure how much "it" will entail. "How would I learn what you don't know?"
"We should deal with that when we come to it, but we'd find someone to do it. Preferably a man," Nico adds, not admitting to a small flash of jealousy at the thought of a woman.
Lou stiffens at the thought of doing..that..with a strange man but he tries to force it down. "Okay, " he says.
"You might not want to go as far as I have, even," Nico says.
"How far have you gone?" Lou lets his head rest against the couch and looks at her.
"As far as I could," Nico says. "I...wasn't into being topped heavily by men, and that's the part where I stopped. And yes, there's a difference. A huge one."
"I know."Lou nods. "God, I know. I think. I'm not a girl but-"
"But you can understand," Nico nods too. "It's not about that, it's about...power."
"He made you feel powerless?"
"Yes," Nico nodded. "To say the least."
"That's wrong, right?" Lou says. "it's not supposed to be like that."
"Not to that extent. You like when I tie you up and..." Nico blushes a little. "Right?"
"Yeah,"Lou smiles.
"But I wouldn't take it much further. I wouldn't want to hurt you. It's all about pleasure," she says, unconsciously uncrossing her legs and recrossing them.
"I wouldn't hurt you either,"Lou insists, his eyes drawn to her legs again.
"I know," she says softly. "That's why I trust you, and why I...love you."
"I'm really high maitenence,"Lou warns, picking shyly at the couch cushions.
"I can handle that. I am too, but I think in different ways," she nods and smiles.
He leans forward and kisses her lightly.
She moans, curling her fingers in his hair. "Lou...just a touch..." she whispers.
He rests his hand on her thigh, rubbing slowly.
"It only takes this," she whispers. "Need..."
Lou kisses her neck and her collar bone, resting his face there and nuzzling her. His hand slips under her skirt
"Mmmm," she murmurs, still stroking his hair. His hand on her leg is moving higher and she spreads her thighs to make it easier.
He traces his finger over the elastic on her underwear, sliding his hand down between her legs.
"Lou..." she moans, pressing into his hand.
"What do you want, baby?"He whispers. "Stay here? Go to bed?"
"Bed," she says. "More room to...play...oh, *Lou*!"
Lou picks her up and carries her to bed. It'd be awkward, but her bedroom isn't that far of a walk. He gently sits her on the bed.
"That was nice," she smiles up at him as she slips out of her shirt.
Lou pulls his sweater off. "You're heavier than you look."
"More of me to love," she murmurs. "And you didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"No,"Lou grins. He kicks his shoes off and joins her on the bed.
She leans in for a kiss. "You like my curves, anyway."
"I don't like sticks,"Lou agrees.
Nico grins and takes off her bra. "These would look awful on a stick."
"Awful,"Lou nods. He strokes her breast, fingering a nipple.
"Ohhhh." she moans. "Whenever you touch me, it's like you're touching me all over. So good..."
He massages her other breast gently, kissing between them. Beign so close is making him desperately hard
"I think we're still wearing too many clothes," she says quietly.
Lou fumbles with his belt, managing to get his jeans and underwear off. His hardness is obvious now, as he reaches to help with her skirt.
She strokes it, softly, and leans over to kiss the head as her skirt falls to the floor.
"Ohh..."Lou murmurs.
She's wearing stockings and a garter belt along with panties. She keeps her lips on Lou's cock as she wriggles out of the panties. The rest can stay.
It feels incredible, and Lou moans out loud
Nico smiles and wraps her lips around the head.
Lou's heart beats a little faster. It just-it feels good that she wants to touch him at all. He strokes her hair slowly. The taste of his precome is salty and sweet and she curls her tongue around the head to lap it all up. Lou moans softly.
Continuing to suck, she starts to pet his balls with the hand that's not balancing her on the bed.
"Yeahh,"Lou whispers. He closes his eyes, but opens them again because he can't bear to not look at her
Slowly, she takes him more deeply, relaxing her throat muscles and letting him in as far as she can. She hasn't done this, not so deeply, in a very long time. She hasn't forgotten, though.
This *never* happens, Lou thinks. He's afraid to say anything or even move in case she remembers it's *him*
If it was anyone else, she couldn't do this. The bad memories, the ones that are in the back of her mind, would be in the front and probably overwhelming by now. But it's Lou and she knows he isn't going to thrust too soon and hurt her like before.
He moves in her mouth, it's involuntary.
She adjusts, her tongue moving out of the way, and she moves back, only her lips on his cock, before letting him plunge back in.
Lou thrusts, but not hard, almost more like he's afraid to do anything wrong.
As she swallows him, a finger from the hand on his balls moves back, stroking over his hole.
Lou's eyes widen. She's touched him there before, but not while..it's a whole different feeling. "Nico!"
She smiles around his cock, licking the underside, slowly probing with her finger.
"Nico-I-"I might come, he tries to say
She hears him, but that's what she wants, so she doesn't stop.
He comes in her mouth, with a soft cry
She swallows it all, loving the taste. Then she lets him slip out of her mouth and kisses her way up to his lips.
"What do you need?" he asks, his hesitation and nervousness almost gone
"Your fingers, your mouth....whatever you want..." she moves to lie on the bed. "However you want me..."
He lies down next to her, kissing her as he strokes his fingers between her legs
"Ohh..." she moans into his mouth as she feels his fingers touching her but not moving too much. "More, Lou."
He slips his fingers in more, stroking lightly and thrusting gently
"Yes, like that....oh, *Lou*!" she moans as her hips thrust up.
Lou fingers her clit, his hand finding it in her wet, warm folds as he watches his goddess's face
"Near...Oh....Lou..." she writhes under his hand, body twisting on the bed.
Lou pinches her nipple, not hard but with enough pressure, and keeps stroking her
She comes then, not as wildly as it felt like she would, but it's still amazing and hot, and with a soft sigh rather than a scream of fulfillment.
Lou pulls her close. "You're perfect."
"I'm not, you know," she smiles and wraps her arms around him.
"I love you,"Lou whispers
"I love you," Nico whispers back, meaning it even more.
Lou pets her hair and hums, feeling drowsy and warm.
Lou pulls the phone cord behind his bedroom door and waits for Nico to answer the ring. He can't believe he let that whole thing with the Scottish guy affect him so much. But maybe it was some kind of deep down, primitive response. Doesn't explain why he thinks Nico will make him feel better- but he really misses her.
Nico walks across the room to pick up the phone. She's not expecting a call, and she tries to think of who it could be. "Hello?"
"It's-it's Lou?" He says, twisting the cord around his finger.
"Lou..." she smiles into the phone, her voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "How are you?"
"I just got in town. I have a week off from school cause of the holidays. I think we should go out."
"I'd like that. What would you like to do?" she smiles, wondering what he'll come up with.
"Go for a walk and then to your place?" His hands are shaking, and he sits on one of them to make it stop.
"A walk in Central Park?" she suggests. "It's very close to my apartment."
"Yeah,yeah,"Lou agrees. "I'll be right over."
"Meet you at the gates," Nico says before hanging up. She moves to the closet to find her warmest coat, it's still chilly outside.
Lou wraps a scarf around his throat and leaves the house without telling his parents he's going. He'll probably get in trouble for that, they don't like him "wandering off" ever since he was "so sick". But he catches a cab to the park and waits for Nico, smoking and watching the people walk by.
She sees him first, wrapped up in a coat too, and she calls him. "Lou!" she waves.
"Hey," he smiles. "You look good."
"So do you," she smiles and takes his hand. "There's a few nice places in here, but you probalby know them too..."
"have you ever bought one of those little boats and floated them in the pond?" Lou rubs his fingers over a scar on his forehead.
"No, I haven't," Nico says. "Would you like to do that?" she smiles and takes his hand.
Lou looks embarrassed. "I'd like to. I think the pond is unfrozen."
"That sounds nice," she smiles and leans in to softly kiss his forehead. She didn't know there was a scar until she feels it under her lips.
"Don't.."Lou mumbles anxiously. "it's ugly"
"It's a part of you, and it's not," Nico says, tracing her tongue along it.
He trembles, although he tries to hide it. He never thought of it as sexy or intriguing. Does she really like his ugly parts too?
"I like you, Lou. Not parts, not your tongue or your cock or your fingers. I like all of you," she says. "I..." she hesitates.
"What?" He asks.
"I'll tell you later," she promises, and she knows she will. She's not even quite sure herself exactly what it is she's going to say, something about her feelings, but she doesn't know if she'll say the words yet. "I'd rather do that inside. Alone. But I will. I won't forget," she promises again.
"Ok,"Lou nods. He buys two little sail boats, his hands shaking as he hands over the money.
"Are you all right?" she asks, noticing the shaking. "Or cold?"
"I had a bad day,"Lou says. "I had to write some things for an assignment, and they brought up bad memories."
"I'm sorry," she says, wrapping an arm around him. The tweed of her coat scratches the fabric of his jacket slightly and she hears it.
"When I have to talk about them, I -it's like I go right back ot when they happened." Lou bends down to place his boat on the icy water.
She just wants to put her arms around him and protect him from the bad memories. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
"It's like-I can't breathe."
"I'll help you," she says.
Lou looks at her, surprised.
"If I can," she adds. "I just..." she trails off again. "Do you want to go inside now? I know we said a walk, but I think we need to talk and I don't want to out here..."
"Yeah,"Lou agrees. He retrieves the boats and sticks them in his pockets. He'll keep one and give it to her for a gift later, if she's still around for- he doesn't even know when her birthday actually is.
She smiles and leads him to her building. "The elevator works today," she smiles and takes him into it.
Lou leans against the wall, but reaches out and fingers her hair.
She smiles as he does and gathers her courage as the elevator stops.
Lou follows her to the apartment, his mind is racing with all the things he'd like to tell her but can't
She pokes the fire, making it flare up a little, and turns to Lou, taking his coat and hanging them both up. "Would you like something to drink?" she asks.
"Just a beer,"Lou says. He sits on the couch, chin on hand on the armrest of the chair.
She gets him one and pours herself a glass of wine. Bringing them over to the couch she sits beside him, crossing her legs gracefully. She's wearing a skirt.
He looks at her legs, and smiles faintly.
"Lou," she says, taking his hand. "I never expected this to be more than a night or two of really amazing sex."
"Now we're friends," he agrees.
"Yes," she smiles. "And that's great." She's relieved he didn't think she was going to break up with him.
"I think-I think you're special,"Lou stammers.
"I think that about you, too," Nico says. "I think I might be falling for you, Lou. Falling...in love." She waits for his response, a little nervous.
Lou takes her hands. "Me too. I just-I want to be with you all the time."
"I know," she smiles. "And it's been so hard to admit this. I've been hurt so much." She kisses Lou's fingers.
"I know,"he says. "My last boyfriend made me love him, and then when he broke up with me, he told me he'd said those things just so I'd keep letting him fuck me. So-I didn't want to do that again. But you're *not* him."
"I'll kill him," she says, and she's only half-joking. "How could he? And no, I'm not. I didn't want to feel like this, but I'm glad...."
"I don't feel like I can tell my parents about this,"Lou frowns.
"I understand," she says. "They wouldn't like it, because I'm older and..."
"Not one of us,"Lou says.
"Yes," Nico nods. "I'm used to that, though..."
"Having people judge you because of your race?" Lou asks. If he were on his game, it would have come out a lot sharper, but he doesn't want to hurt her, not at all.
"Yes," Nico nods. "And my gender..."
"People have something against older women and younger men,"Lou says.
"They do, for some reason," she says.
"I don't get it,"Lou shrugs. "Older women know things."
Nico grins. "You like that?"
"Not like I knew what to do when I started having sex,"Lou says and grins back.
"Instructions can be good," she nods. "And someone who...likes what you like..."
"You do. I-I like that,"Lou murmurs, putting down his empty beer.
"I like it too," Nico smiles. "You're so....good."
"I'm really well trained,"Lou says.
"You are," Nico nods. "Not *fully* trained, of course. But that's an evolving process."
"Can I be?" he asks.
"If you want it," Nico says. "Or at least as much as I know. And maybe the rest if you want it..."
Lou nods. He does want it, although he's not sure how much "it" will entail. "How would I learn what you don't know?"
"We should deal with that when we come to it, but we'd find someone to do it. Preferably a man," Nico adds, not admitting to a small flash of jealousy at the thought of a woman.
Lou stiffens at the thought of doing..that..with a strange man but he tries to force it down. "Okay, " he says.
"You might not want to go as far as I have, even," Nico says.
"How far have you gone?" Lou lets his head rest against the couch and looks at her.
"As far as I could," Nico says. "I...wasn't into being topped heavily by men, and that's the part where I stopped. And yes, there's a difference. A huge one."
"I know."Lou nods. "God, I know. I think. I'm not a girl but-"
"But you can understand," Nico nods too. "It's not about that, it's about...power."
"He made you feel powerless?"
"Yes," Nico nodded. "To say the least."
"That's wrong, right?" Lou says. "it's not supposed to be like that."
"Not to that extent. You like when I tie you up and..." Nico blushes a little. "Right?"
"Yeah,"Lou smiles.
"But I wouldn't take it much further. I wouldn't want to hurt you. It's all about pleasure," she says, unconsciously uncrossing her legs and recrossing them.
"I wouldn't hurt you either,"Lou insists, his eyes drawn to her legs again.
"I know," she says softly. "That's why I trust you, and why I...love you."
"I'm really high maitenence,"Lou warns, picking shyly at the couch cushions.
"I can handle that. I am too, but I think in different ways," she nods and smiles.
He leans forward and kisses her lightly.
She moans, curling her fingers in his hair. "Lou...just a touch..." she whispers.
He rests his hand on her thigh, rubbing slowly.
"It only takes this," she whispers. "Need..."
Lou kisses her neck and her collar bone, resting his face there and nuzzling her. His hand slips under her skirt
"Mmmm," she murmurs, still stroking his hair. His hand on her leg is moving higher and she spreads her thighs to make it easier.
He traces his finger over the elastic on her underwear, sliding his hand down between her legs.
"Lou..." she moans, pressing into his hand.
"What do you want, baby?"He whispers. "Stay here? Go to bed?"
"Bed," she says. "More room to...play...oh, *Lou*!"
Lou picks her up and carries her to bed. It'd be awkward, but her bedroom isn't that far of a walk. He gently sits her on the bed.
"That was nice," she smiles up at him as she slips out of her shirt.
Lou pulls his sweater off. "You're heavier than you look."
"More of me to love," she murmurs. "And you didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"No,"Lou grins. He kicks his shoes off and joins her on the bed.
She leans in for a kiss. "You like my curves, anyway."
"I don't like sticks,"Lou agrees.
Nico grins and takes off her bra. "These would look awful on a stick."
"Awful,"Lou nods. He strokes her breast, fingering a nipple.
"Ohhhh." she moans. "Whenever you touch me, it's like you're touching me all over. So good..."
He massages her other breast gently, kissing between them. Beign so close is making him desperately hard
"I think we're still wearing too many clothes," she says quietly.
Lou fumbles with his belt, managing to get his jeans and underwear off. His hardness is obvious now, as he reaches to help with her skirt.
She strokes it, softly, and leans over to kiss the head as her skirt falls to the floor.
"Ohh..."Lou murmurs.
She's wearing stockings and a garter belt along with panties. She keeps her lips on Lou's cock as she wriggles out of the panties. The rest can stay.
It feels incredible, and Lou moans out loud
Nico smiles and wraps her lips around the head.
Lou's heart beats a little faster. It just-it feels good that she wants to touch him at all. He strokes her hair slowly. The taste of his precome is salty and sweet and she curls her tongue around the head to lap it all up. Lou moans softly.
Continuing to suck, she starts to pet his balls with the hand that's not balancing her on the bed.
"Yeahh,"Lou whispers. He closes his eyes, but opens them again because he can't bear to not look at her
Slowly, she takes him more deeply, relaxing her throat muscles and letting him in as far as she can. She hasn't done this, not so deeply, in a very long time. She hasn't forgotten, though.
This *never* happens, Lou thinks. He's afraid to say anything or even move in case she remembers it's *him*
If it was anyone else, she couldn't do this. The bad memories, the ones that are in the back of her mind, would be in the front and probably overwhelming by now. But it's Lou and she knows he isn't going to thrust too soon and hurt her like before.
He moves in her mouth, it's involuntary.
She adjusts, her tongue moving out of the way, and she moves back, only her lips on his cock, before letting him plunge back in.
Lou thrusts, but not hard, almost more like he's afraid to do anything wrong.
As she swallows him, a finger from the hand on his balls moves back, stroking over his hole.
Lou's eyes widen. She's touched him there before, but not while..it's a whole different feeling. "Nico!"
She smiles around his cock, licking the underside, slowly probing with her finger.
"Nico-I-"I might come, he tries to say
She hears him, but that's what she wants, so she doesn't stop.
He comes in her mouth, with a soft cry
She swallows it all, loving the taste. Then she lets him slip out of her mouth and kisses her way up to his lips.
"What do you need?" he asks, his hesitation and nervousness almost gone
"Your fingers, your mouth....whatever you want..." she moves to lie on the bed. "However you want me..."
He lies down next to her, kissing her as he strokes his fingers between her legs
"Ohh..." she moans into his mouth as she feels his fingers touching her but not moving too much. "More, Lou."
He slips his fingers in more, stroking lightly and thrusting gently
"Yes, like that....oh, *Lou*!" she moans as her hips thrust up.
Lou fingers her clit, his hand finding it in her wet, warm folds as he watches his goddess's face
"Near...Oh....Lou..." she writhes under his hand, body twisting on the bed.
Lou pinches her nipple, not hard but with enough pressure, and keeps stroking her
She comes then, not as wildly as it felt like she would, but it's still amazing and hot, and with a soft sigh rather than a scream of fulfillment.
Lou pulls her close. "You're perfect."
"I'm not, you know," she smiles and wraps her arms around him.
"I love you,"Lou whispers
"I love you," Nico whispers back, meaning it even more.
Lou pets her hair and hums, feeling drowsy and warm.