Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)
The Big Reveal (Part II)
I sit in the limo, alone, fidgeting with nervousness. Louis and the rest went into the house to herd them into the same room for my unveiling. Right now, I am waiting for Louis to come back and get me. I wonder what my father’s reaction will be – will he approve? What will Jay and Louis’ sisters think? His step-dad shouldn’t have much of an opinion since he only first arrived in the country after Perrie and I left for our trip. The car door opens snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hey love. It’s time to go,” I look into Louis’ sparkling aqua-hued orbs and my nerves settle but replaced by butterflies in my stomach. He reaches his hand out and helps me out of the limo. “Your dad looks nervous. Kind of funny seeing him so out of sorts,” Louis says with a chuckle.
“Actually, knowing he is nervous makes me feel more settled,” I smile and rest my head on Louis’ shoulder as we walk towards the front door. We enter a dead silent foyer. “Where did you stash everyone?” I asked.
“Niall was conducting a sing-a-long in the music room. I found Sonja and had her join everyone in there.”
“Thank you for including Sonja. She’s the closest person I have to a mother,” I beam at him in appreciation for his thoughtfulness.
“You have my mum too. She already loves you like a daughter,” he says in earnest.
“That means a lot to me too,” I feel a peace inside when I think of my soon-to-be family. We all hit it off right away. If only I didn’t have the nagging uneasiness in the back of my mind about Louis’ hiding his past from me, I’d be much happier.
As we walk down the corridor, the voices coming from the music room grow louder. With each step, my nerves make a gradual reappearance. When we are right out of view from the open French doors, Louis stops and turns gracing me with his sweet smile.
“Let me go in and announce you.”
“You act like the Queen herself has arrived. It’s making me more nervous, not less,” I chastise him.
“You are my queen so it’s fitting,” he says with a great flourish of his arm.
“Isn’t that high treason?” I question with a raised brow folding my arms across my chest.
“Quit stalling. I’m going in. Make your entrance when you hear me call for you,” Louis leans in and gives me an all-to-brief kiss and then disappears through the doorway.
I stand in the corridor waiting for Louis to call for me, but all I hear is him laughing it up with everyone. He must really be enjoying getting a pound a flesh from me while I stand her waiting nervously.
“Loren love, come on in!” Okay, was the person who just yelled in the creepy game show host voice Louis? That was a little disconcerting. I shrug it off, take a deep breath, and head into the room.
I am greeted with gasps and a series of “ahhhhhs”. Several pairs of eyes are practically bulging out of their heads and I feel so self-conscious I might as well be standing naked in front of everyone.
Before I know what is happening around me, my father engulfs me in a bone crushing hug. Suddenly, I feel his body jerking and hear his sobs. After more than a few moments, he pulls away and examines me at arm’s length with his red rimmed eyes.
“Loren, I am speechless. I don’t know what to say. You are beautiful. You look so much like your mother right now it frightens me,” he chokes out as the tears fall freely from his eyes. I throw myself at him and hug him tightly and feel tears well in my own eyes, but before they can fall I am distracted by a pat on my shoulder. Pulling myself from my father’s arms, I find myself looking at Sonja’s tear-stained face. She pulls me into her and rocks me from side-to-side while crying.
“Your outside now matches your beauty inside,” Sonja cried as she hugged me again. I just squeezed her back and tried to process all the emotions running through me at the response to my new look.
For what seems like hours, but in reality was probably 20 minutes, I was passed around among Louis’ family and Liam and Niall. Everyone was amazed by my transformation. Whenever I would steal a glance at Louis, his eyes were shining brightly and a look of pride was on his face. My heart melted looking at him because I wanted him to look at me like that – proud that I was his. In that moment, I realized it was the same way he looked at me before I left; it was there all the time and I love him all the more for it. Maybe even enough to look past what’s been bothering me for days.
We all spent the evening sitting around talking, singing, and enjoying each other’s company. Perrie enjoyed retelling all the humorous stories of our trip and my whining and complaining, which seemed to entertain everyone immensely much to my embarrassment.
My father kept teasing Louis that he needed to rethink allowing this marriage because he thought I could do better now. At first, Louis looked sick and my father enjoyed teasing him further. His reaction shocked me because I actually had to remind myself three weeks ago we didn’t know each other and two weeks ago we despised each other. It seems like a lifetime ago.
We all erupt in laughter as my father goes after Louis yet again.
“Rude! Fonzi I tell you, you’re rude! I love her and I’m marrying her!” He feigns yelling and tries desperately not to laugh as he points a finger in my father’s face. I’m sitting on Louis’ lap trying not to lose balance and fall off from laughing so hard.
“I’m think I am reconsidering allowing my daughter to marry you Louis. I think perhaps she should marry Harold,” my father says with mock seriousness and I choke with laughter as Harry squeals like a little girl.
“What?! No!! I’m not getting married!” Harry yells with eyes wide open.
“Gee. Thanks Harold. I feel special,” I sass him while laughing at his horrified expression.
“Don’t worry Hazzah. I’ll kill you before I allow you to steal Loren away from me,” Louis says as he places a kiss on my temple and hugs the life out of me.
“No reason to kill anyone. Please Alfonso, don’t joke about this. I value my life,” Harry pleads and we laugh at his expense. A yawn escapes me and Louis pulls me against his chest.
“Big day, huh love? You ready to call it a night?” I nod in response.
“Yes darling, you’ve had a big couple of days. I just can’t get over I’m looking at my little girl. You are stunning. Let’s get you some rest.” My father stands in a motion to retire for the evening and everyone, but Louis and I, follow suit.
“Oh no. Please. Don’t everyone call it a night on my behalf. Please stay up and enjoy yourselves.” I plead.
“I’m tired from all the excitement. I’ll see you to your room Loren,” Louis says and stands us up.
“Yes, he exhausted himself whining and pouting over you being gone. He was a bear and positively insufferable. Thank God you’re back,” Lottie says with a smug look on her face. I can feel Louis shooting daggers at her and when I turn around to look at him, I learn my assessment was correct.
“Oh did someone miss me?” I coo and pinch his cheeks.
“Yes. Don’t leave me again,” he pecks my lips and then shouts in a high pitch voice, “and I was NOT insufferable!” Judging by the response of everyone in the room, I gather Lottie’s assessment to be correct. I smile when I learn my being gone bothered him.
After several more pleas for everyone to continue enjoying the evening, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Lottie decided to stay up and watch a movie and everyone else headed for bed. As always, Louis walked me to my door under the pretense we were saying good night. Excitement coursed through my veins knowing I’d soon be in his arms.
“Give me 30 minutes before you come to me,” I whisper.
“Oh, something special planned?” He asks with a very naughty look on his face that makes me want to swoon.
“No. I just need a little extra time to get settled tonight and I haven’t had a moment to myself to breathe.”
“Do you not want me to stay with you tonight?” Louis asks and looks like someone just killed his puppy.
“No!” I whisper yell. “I’ve missed you and I want to be alone with you,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “Just give me a little time to get settled and unwind.”
“Okay love. I’ll see you in 30 minutes, but not a minute longer.” I watch with humor as Louis sets the timer on his iPhone for 30 minutes and taps the phone to his head proud of his cleverness.
“I do love you,” I say as I hug him and give him a kiss before slipping into my room.
Once inside, I lean against the door and take a deep breath. Time to prepare for what I need to do tonight.
Loren returning home has definitely put me at ease. I feared things were going to be awkward between us because she seemed distant while she was gone. Things were fine between us tonight. Perhaps I was just overeating. All I know is I am desperate to be with her tonight, but I need to control myself like I promised Harry I would. My pushing her to be intimate so fast was wrong. As much as I want to strip her naked and ravish her, I am going to try to restrain myself a bit. We have the rest of lives to be sexual and I need to slow down and enjoy Loren and make her feel comfortable. More importantly, I need to have a talk with her and come clean about my past so there are no secrets between us. I’m terrified of her reaction, but honesty is more important.
Pacing around my room, I’ve showered and changed into some track pants and a t-shirt. In an effort to be more respectful to my fiancée, I’ve decided to not walk in just wearing my boxers. The waiting is making me crazy. Thirty minutes is too long to wait; I have 15 minutes to go as I check my phone for the fifth time in the past few minutes.
I decide to sneak downstairs and grab a bottle of wine and two glasses dodging the security cameras with my best James Bond moves. Maybe Loren would appreciate a good glass of wine and conversation before we go to bed - instead of me attacking her. I know a little liquid courage before I come clean will do wonders for my nerves. It takes me some time to find the wine cellar and even longer to find a wine opener and glasses in this palace. Making my way back upstairs, my anxiety increases over Loren’s possible reaction to my confession.
Thankfully, as I reach the top of the stairs, bottle and glasses in hand, my phone alarm goes off. I head straight to my room and make my way to Loren’s room through the secret hallway. As I emerge from her closet and walk toward the bed, I look up and my steps falter. The wine bottle falls from my hands. Luckily I have quick reflexes and catch it before it hits the ground. I stand there, stunned, eyes practically popping out of my head and mouth wide open.
“I take it you like it Lou,” Loren says in a voice so husky it hardly sounds like her. Her eyes scan my body, frowning, and then glitter with mischief. I look down and realize she sees the tent that pitched itself in my pants.
“Uhhhh. Lor. Uh wow. I—I--,” I can’t think and definitely can’t speak because I’m stunned by the site in front of me. It’s like I walked into a wet S&M dream. Certainly, I never expected to find Loren like this in even my most wildest of dreams. She’s laying on her side, hand on her hip, looking every bit the seductress. The little scrap of lingerie she’s wearing mostly consists of wide satin strips crisscrossing her arms and legs. Her large breasts are exposed in a black, sheer lace demi cup and my mouth waters at the site of her hardened nipples. She shifts her body to sit up and I realize the matching panties are sans crotch – and, from what I can see, she’s had all her hair removed from between her legs and I want to dive in and investigate the bare expanse. I feel my cock twitch again in my pants. So much for taking it slow tonight.
This can’t be real, I think to myself, as I watch her slowly rise from the bed and saunter towards me. With each step, she’s wielding her dancer’s body at me like a weapon. Loren stops in front of me and makes a sexy pouty face and then frowns again. What’s wrong? Has she suddenly realized I’m unworthy of her and is showing her displeasure with me? Talk about making a guy feel self-conscious.
Without saying a word – and this silence is killing me, but I’m still mute because my mouth can’t catch up with my brain – Loren takes the bottle and glasses from my hands and reaches over to place them on a nearby table by the bed. She turns back to me and places her hands on my chest and my body burns at her touch even though I have a layer of clothing on creating a barrier between us.
“You’re overdressed,” Loren says as she fists my t-shirt in her hands.
“You’re--,” shit. Words still fail me. I just look into her eyes waiting for vocal inspiration to hit me.
“Still speechless?” She taunts me and pulls me to her in a kiss so searing my damn knees buckle out from under me. Loren is in control of the kiss and stuns me as she plunges her tongue down my throat. I’m damn needy and I can’t handle it. All I want to do is devour her. The intensity and desperation of this kiss feels like we are trying to savor our last moments on earth together. I’m damn near lightheaded when I finally pull away to catch my breath.
“Jesus woman, you are killing me,” I huff out as I continue to urge oxygen into my lungs. “You should come with a warning label. What did they do to you while you were away?”
“Nothing. I just realized how much I want you.” No words exist to explain what her words to do me. I want this woman. Now.
“Mmmm baby. Can we elope tonight? I don’t think I can control myself with you anymore. I’m going to explode if I have to wait any longer to make love to you,” I am actually serious too. Loren just smiles at me and shakes her head.
“No, we can’t. Just 13 more days and I’ll be all yours. Forever.”
“Hell no. You are already mine forever. I could kick myself for making that damned agreement with your father. Maybe I should just fall down on my honor and make love to you all night.” I run my hands down her backside and pull her bum to grind against my aching groin and sigh.
“Mmmm Lou. No one would have to know but us.” She teases. Oh tease me now and I’ll make you suffer.
I grind into her again. Loren throws her head back with eyes closed, and I lose it. In one quick move, I pick her up and wrap her legs around my back. In mere seconds, I make it to her bed and lay her down following her with my own body while kissing her senseless. I’m stopped when my hands skim down to her wrists and discover an odd fabric configuration. I pull my head away and look down.
“Lor. What’s this?” I ask as I pull on the fabric strips. When I look at her, I see a blush cross her face.
“Um. Ties,” she whispers in that innocent voice and I almost come undone. How can she be part angel and vixen?
“You want me to tie you up?” I ask in disbelief.
“Not if you don’t want to do it,” the way she says it makes me instantly realize she’s taken my question the wrong way.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve taken me by such surprise. I never thought something like this would be on the table for us. A guy can hope, but Jesus. The things I’d love to do to you…” I trail off and hear her breath hitch in her throat.
“Lou. No more holding back. I want you to take every part of me - after I have my way with you.” I have no time to respond as Loren lifts her head and kisses me. In yet another un-Loren like move, she rolls us over so that she is on top of me. In the back of my mind, I’m wondering why the sudden change in her bedroom demeanor, but instead of saying something I let testosterone rule my brain and go with it.
Loren nips at my jaw and then kisses my neck. Eventually, she hits my sweet spot and she sends sensations right to my aching groin. I could possibly combust before we ever consummate this relationship.
“Take this off now,” Loren commands as she pulls the shirt up my body and over my head. I help her ripping the shirt off like it was soaked with acid because I just want to be skin on skin with her right now. No barriers between us.
“Better?” I question raising an eyebrow.
“Marginally,” she kisses me again, “but we can fix this problem easily.” She’s hiding a mystery behind her eyes that I can’t wait to uncover.
Again, Loren lowers her head to my neck and kisses and sucks until I feel myself squirming under her. She’s turned the tables on me and she’s the predator and I’m her helpless prey. Loren begins kissing down my chest. When she reaches my nipples, she first licks and bites down on one and then the other and I moan loudly as we grind against each other. My hands begin to roam all over her body and she swats at me, eventually pinning my hands to the bed and rising up to look at me.
“No. I’m in charge. Hands off.”
“Yes ma’am.” Damn is she a hot little dominatrix tonight.
Head lowered, Loren resumes her assault on my body. Kissing down my torso, I just about cum when her lips reach the band of my pants. She snaps her head up to catch my gaze and my heart stops when she licks her lips, lowers her face again, and hooks her fingers into my pants. No, she can’t be entertaining that thought. Impossible. But Christ, I hope that’s where she’s going with this.
My suspicions are becoming more likely a reality as she bites the front of my pants and with her teeth and hands lowers – painstakingly slowly lowers – my pants and boxers down to my feet and off my body. Loren sits back on her haunches and I can tell she is devouring me with her eyes.
“There. That’s much better,” she says looking and sounding pleased with herself. Lord knows I am. My eyes are drawn to the pink glistening skin between her legs and, seeing the evidence of her arousal, I harden more – if that’s even possible. It’s becoming painful.
“So, what do you intend to do with me baby?” I challenge her.
“Oh, I have plans Lou.” Loren crawls back up my body until she is eye level with my crotch. She takes my cock into her hands and begins to massage me and her touch feels like heaven.
“Be merciful,” I beg because she has the power to bring me to my knees right now.
“What’s the fun in that?” Okay, that response stunned me for about the third time tonight. Inside my head, I am begging her to get on with pleasuring me because it is increasingly difficult to control my body.
Loren begins pumping my shaft with one hand and massaging my balls with the other. This is the sweetest torture ever. I watch as Loren begins to rub her cheek along my shaft. Sweet baby Jesus this really is going to happen. Loren purrs and I feel a little pre-cum release in response to that sexy sound. Again, she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes and licks her lips. She begins to lower her mouth towards my cock and I hold my breath waiting for the sensation to hit my body.
“You want me to take you into my mouth, don’t you Lou?”
“Oh God yes. Please baby,” I beg.
“You want me to suck you until you see stars?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Yes!” I’ll beg. I’m not too proud right now.
“Will you give me anything I want?”
“Anything. The entire world. Just please suck me off.” If necessary, I’ll steal and kill for her.
“Good.” The earth stops and I don’t understand what happens next. Loren has a death grip on my shaft and she surges up my body and shocks me with her words.
“Just so we’re clear Lou. You aren’t putting this anywhere inside me until you come clean about all the girls you fucked and produce a clean bill of health,” she glares at me and squeezes my shaft to where it is painful. I gasp and nearly choke from shock.
What the fuck just happened?
Don't you just love a good cliffhanger? :) How do you think this situation is going to play out? Did Loren shock you or did you see it coming?
The next chapter is already drafted, but you determine when I post it. I originally had one ultra long chapter but I thought it would be more fun to break it up because it was close to a 20 page Word doc - and make you crazy in the process.
So, a few more votes. A few comments. Then, you get to see what happens next. ;)