So, I guess I have so explaining to do.
Two weeks ago, when we were off school, I started writing the chapters to my stories. Funny story, 3 days in my charger broke and if I get it fixed through the school it costs me nothing. So, what did I do? I wrote everything down on this magnificent invention called a book, with like real pages. Sorry. So =, only yesterday did I get my new charger and here is the next chapter.
Heaps of people want me to write a hardcore 'making love' scene, and by heaps I mean Katrina (said in accent, you know what I'm talking about) and if anyone else wants me to, I'll get some colab to write one, but if not, this is the best you're going to get.
Vote, comment, and I'm sorry for the late post :)
stef xxx
CHAPTER FOURTY NINE
CHARLOTTE’S POV
“Are you kidding me? You could have told me, I mean people are looking at me weird. I could’ve changed” I huffed out as Archer tugged me towards the doors of the plane. We had just dropped off our luggage and Archer had a small carryon back in his hands.
“You can get changed when we are on the plane, okay”
I nodded.
When we came up to the woman taking the tickets, Archer flashed them to her, and a card of some sort, as the lady directed us towards an area different to that of the other people.
“Wait, aren’t we supposed to be going that way?” I turned and made eye contact with the woman when took our tickets, waving away.
“Um, Archer?”
Archer turned around and laughed at my face. Was I pulling a face? I went red.
“Lottie, you are so beautiful it’s not funny”
Tugging us further he slowed down, and came to a halt when we stood next to another man in some sort of air uniform.
“Good evening, Mr and Mrs Braxton, the jet is waiting for you”
I turned to Archer, “Jet?”
“Thank you my good man, we’ll be ready when you are, just make the announcement” Archer nodded and led us into a doorway and towards a room, thin like a plan but decked out like a hotel.
“This is just, wow! Archer please explain what’s going on?”
Archer sat on a reclining chair, his legs up and shoes off as he closed his eyes and crossed his fingers, “What do you want me to explain?”
“Um, everything would be great”
Opening his eyes, he began “I decided that for our honeymoon we would travel around Europe, but instead of delaying it, I guessed you would be cool with us going straight away. So what do you think?”
“What do I think? I think it was a wonderful idea, but, I would think this was more wonderful if I could get changed” I fell into the chair opposite to him and smiled at him.
“Aww, but I like the dress so much”
I pouted at him, “But it’s so big and bulky and fluffy, and that’s cool for the wedding, but I guess not when it’s all over”
“But it’s the only time you’ll ever get to wear it”
I glared his way, “I hate you, damn convincing meany”
“Really, Lottie, I thought that as soon as you got married you’d becoming, oh, I don’t know, more mature, or something” He shrugged and reached under his seat to pull out a big yellow box.
“This is for you” And handing it over he watched me.
He watched me open up the lid and flip out completely as I pulled out a nurse uniform and a fluffy thing, that I presumed I was something I was supposed to wear.
Archer laughed, swinging his head back as he cried in laughter.
“Asshole”
“Hey, I didn’t get that for you, Sean did. He guessed you size, so I suggest you go put it on to see if it fits” He grinned at me, gesturing for me to throw the box at me.
“Uh, why is Sean buying me lingerie? You know what, pretend I didn’t ask that” I threw the box over.
Archer picked up the fluffy one and held it so he could see it. All I saw was a black, lace lined cups and a see through material that was supposed to cover ones stomach.
“I think you should put this on, right now” He looked at me with a smirk.
“Oh, really”
“yes really, I, your husband demand of it”
I laughed, standing and taking it out of his hands, walking behind him.
“Wait, what? You’re actually going to put it on, are you kidding me?” Archer stood, turning to see if was really going to do it.
“Of course I’m not, I’m going to put it somewhere you can’t get it”
“Party pooper” Archer flopped back in his seat, groaning.
“Oh, who’s the immature one now?”
“Come over here, Lots”
Walking over to him, I sat on his lap, as he hoisted us onto the full legged recliner. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
“I love you”
I leaned back and closed my eyes.
“Can I say that I love you more without you fighting me?”
I felt him shake his head, “Nope”
“Well, in that case, I love you”
“That’s better”
There were a few moments of silence before Archer spun me around. Would it be strange to say like a bride?
“Yes?”
I looked at him quizzically, “Okay, I have a question. Why are we going to Barcelona for, I mean, knowing you, we could have gone anywhere, Paris, Tokyo, somewhere else. Why there?”
A grin appeared on his face, “Oh, did I forget to mention that my father own a great deal of the hotels in Barcelona, okay, in most of Spain”
I went still, “What?”
“Hotels, jewellery stores, train services, farming industries, um, what else”
“Holy shit! I knew you had money, but what?”
I jumped off his lap and pointed at him, “You’re like a millionaire”
“I guess, the air to a million dollar corporation” He shrugged as though it were nothing.
“Oh my god. This is bringing back memories of English Extension where I had to watch ‘how to marry a millionaire’ and oh my god”
“Lots, calm down, seriously, it’s nothing. It’s not like I have my balls insured for money or something. I just have a few million to start us off”
I looked down, “I feel really poor against you know. I only have a few thousand” and sitting on his lap again I played with my rings. I officially thought my rings were the shit.
“It’s not about how much money you have, hell, it’s not even a competition, it’s how much love you have in your heart, and what you do with that money”
“I’ve never seen it that way”
Archer smiled at me and pulled out a paper from his pocket. Unfolding it he showed me the letter on top ‘World Vision’ and ‘RSPCA’.
“What are these?”
“I adopted a child, well, this is my fourth child, and I became a major contributor to the RSPCA. See, money can go to good things”
I could only stare at him with wide eyes, “Holy, wow! Archer Braxton, saving the world one child, and one organisation at a time”
He seemed to find that funny.
“Mr Braxton” the intercom chimed, “We are ready for take-off”
Archer let me off him and onto the seat across from him, watching as I fumbled with the belt and got ready to take off.
The jet’s engine spun and the whole airship vibrated as it began to roll off the airstrip and into the air. It was always my favourite part, where your stomach feels like it’s going to drop. I don’t know, it was probably something about the height.
“You know, it’s going to be a long ride, so you might want to take a nap until we get there” Archer shrugged, and smiled at me.
I nodded, undoing my seatbelt and closing my eyes.
“I didn’t actually think you would fall asleep” I heard Archer growl, and the movement of his pants as he made his way to the seat next to me.
He collapsed on it and I heard him chuckle as he cupped my cheek, laughing. I opened my eyes.
“Can I help you, I am trying to sleep”
Archer laughed and kissed my lips softly mumbling “I thought you would at least try to get into my pants at this point”
“I don’t have to try”
An ‘oooh’ came from Archer as he stood, leaning over me with arms against my seat, “Really now. Big words from a small girl”
I shrugged, “You know it’s true, Arch, there is no point in lying to yourself”
He grinned and leaned so that his lips were just barely touching mine, his eyes watching mine carefully, “Hmm… I guess I’ll have to let you live up to this seduction and control over me that you seem so thoroughly convinced you have”
“Sure, Arch, when we can get to a bed” I yawned.
He kissed my lips softly, and then my temples before telling me to get some sleep. I nodded and closed my eyes.
“I love you, Charlotte”
I mumbled my return, “I love you too, Arch”
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I woke up with Archer hovering over me and telling that we were already in Barcelona and that we could leave finally. I ended up letting him carrying me bridal style as he carried me down the jet steps and into the SUV that waited outside for us.
He then left me to go and get the luggage that was still waiting for us, and in that span I had managed to wake up and realize just what was going to happen tonight.
Archer opened up the door next to me and asked me to shuffle over.
“So, tonight and possibly tomorrow we’ll just chill around the hotel and then we’ll go on a little adventure. What do you think?”
“How do you come up with all of this? And how did you do this all without me knowing”
He laughed, “There is such a thing called password protect on my phone, you do know that right?”
“Oh”
The ride towards the hotel was awkward, neither of us knowing exactly what to say because we both knew what was going to be happening in a short few hours’ time.
But when we finally got to the hotel, I could feel my heart beating faster with my nervousness. I mean, the hotel itself, something I am not going to even try to say was decorated like many of the other buildings in the city. There was a cute little red carpet running out the front and it wrapped around a set of revolving doors, and a set of grand doors that were held open by two uniform wearing men.
“This is beautiful, nothing like hotels back home”
Archer laughed and tugged me close, asking the driver to send up the luggage to his room. He had a room in a hotel, apparently a big, roof top room, with a pool and a mini glass house.
“Come on, let’s head inside”
Tugging me in, he nodded to the men standing at the doors and grinned as some other people moved out of his way completely, even standing where they were, as though not to anger him.
“So” I whispered, “I take it you’re something of a celebrity?”
“No, just the boss’s kid”
“Right”
Walking up to the main counter, Archer only held out his hand as the man standing behind it handed him a set of keys and said something to him in Spanish, which he shook his head to. He then went to tugging me towards the elevator.
When it opened there was a man standing in it with a little hat, asking what number we wanted to go to. Archer spoke for me, and in the end, having a conversation with him. I just stood quietly with my arms crossed until the man turned to me and tried to speak with the little English he knew, “Beautiful, very beautiful”
I smiled and nodded my thank you as Archer swung his arms around me, hugging me from behind and kissing my hair.
The door opened, and I felt my heart beat even faster.
The only thing in the corridor was a door, and Archer managed to pull out the key, with his arms still around me to unlock it and swung the door open.
“Wow!” I clapped my hands together and stared.
The room was gigantic. There was a lounge right in front of us, and a kitchen just out of sight, but it looked large, and a few sets of doors, one which I presume was the bedroom.
“So, that door there is the bathroom, the other is a bedroom with an en suite, and that other one is another bedroom, and that one, well, that leads outside”
I nodded.
There was a knock at the door, and we both turned to see a man with our bags, “Over there my good man” Archer pointed to the lounge couch and watched carefully as the man walked over, staring at me.
I waved and the man just gave me a lazy grin before leaving, turning his head back as he walked towards the elevators.
“Jesus, he could make it less obvious he was checking you out”
“Arch, I’m not married to him, so it didn’t really affect me”
He nodded and slammed the door shut, grinning at me evilly.
“What?” My mouth twitched.
He laughed and kissed me slowly, his arms wrapping around me as he opened my mouth and let his tongue slide in. I pulled away.
“Nervous?” He asked.
I pinched my fingers, “Just a little”
He laughed and moved away, going to the kitchen area and coming back with a bottled water.
“How about we both go have a shower and calm down a bit, hmm? Will that help?”
I nodded and laughed at him as he spilt the water over his shirt, as I stretched my arms behind my back, stretching out my chest.
“Don’t do that or else there will not be a calming time, but a jumping time”
I ran over to him and kissed him softly.
“Go, have your shower” I laughed and sent him off.
Archer headed into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. I watched until the door was closed until I attacked my suitcase and dragged it into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and placing the bag on a small seat that was right next to the shower.
I had a very good feeling that Sophie may have packed my bag with the help of Kay, and that meant any opportunity to make me look slutty. I unzipped the bag.
Of course there was a lot of red and black and I was sure that I couldn’t wear it on the street. I pulled the first number out of the bag. It was pretty. Black with lacy and fluff, similar to the one that that Sean bought me, but it just wasn’t me. I went through a few more, each of them getting them sluttier as they went on, until I came across a white one.
It was cute. It was a simple bra and panties set with lacy and suspenders, it was me, well, the closest to something I was going to wear.
As I placed it onto the vanity a little paper fell out.
It was folded and had my name on it. I smiled and unfolded it.
‘Hey Lots, so clearly you’re going to fuck the boy so we decided to help you. There are a few in there, but when we asked Arch what he wanted he said something cute and something like you. When we saw the white piece we knew it was you. So we recommend you wear it now, and the others are just ones that we liked. We expect the details, xoxo Sophie and Kay’
I smiled. Of course they would do something like this.
I discarded the paper and turned to the shower, switching it on and letting the water steam up.
The dress was easier to take off than it was to put on, and carefully, I undid it and placed it on the ground, away from the shower and jumped it.
My hair was hard with spray and it was hell trying to get the flowers out, but when I did I smothered my hair in conditioner and cleaned it completely. As I stepped out, I wrapped the towel around myself and looked in the mirror.
My eyes were smudged and surprisingly when I wiped at it, it went away. My lips were a puckered red colour and my eyes were glowing.
Drying off I slipped on the little white number and looked at myself in the mirror again.
It showed off enough, yet not enough. It was perfect and it didn’t feel like I was wearing lingerie only a bra and panties.
I rifled through the drawers and found a hairdryer, giving my hair a quick blow dry before shaking it and grinning at myself.
It was awfully quiet outside, and peeking outside the door, I looked for Archer. The bedroom door was still closed, by his shirt was on the lounge chair. I did one more look before running out and putting the shirt on, buttoning it up and taking a much needed breath.
“Can I come out now?” Archer called from behind the door.
I laughed and whispered a yes as he carefully turned the knob and walked out with a pair of straight, black pants on and a white dress shirt that was buttoned with three buttons at the top undone, and cuffs rolled up his arms. His hair was curling around his face now, not pinned away, and I was just able to see his gleaming emerald eyes behind his half-wet-half-dry bangs.
“Well, don’t you look cute” He grinned, leaning against the doorframe.
I nodded and pointed at his outfit, “I wish I could say the same about you”
“Oh, really, little miss smart ass” He laughed, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking over only to catch my by the waist. My breath hitched.
“Arch, I’m worried”
Archer smiled down at me, kissing my lips before sitting down on the couch and looking at me.
“Tell me what’s up”
I shrugged. How was I supposed to tell my boyfriend, I mean husband that I wanted to sleep with him but was scared because he was going to compare me to all the other girls he’d slept with and that he was probably going to think of me immature.
“Arch”
“If this is about what’s going to happen tonight…” he didn’t finish the sentence.
I nodded and walked to the couch across from him, crossing my legs and tucking them underneath me as I played with the hanging length of the shirt.
His voice startled me, “What are you so worried about, so nervous about Lottie? I mean we don’t even have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can lie to Sophie and Kay”
“No”
I stood up and paced near the line the couch trying to work out how I was going to explain everything to him.
“We can do it Arch, we can, I just, I don’t know” As I did another rotation near Archer he tugged me onto his lap, my legs spread over his. He cupped my face and watched me with anxious eyes.
“Tell me what you’re so worried about. I can fix it if I don’t know”
I gazed up at him, and felt my cheeks go red, “Don’t compare me, please, don’t compare me to the other girls”
I ended up sobbing, closing my eyes, my lips jutted.
Archer moved a hand to the tears, wiping them away. When I opened my eyes, he had his other hand on his mouth, as though not really understanding what I meant.
“You think that I’m going to compare you to some lonely one nighter” He let out a laugh, “Oh, Lots you are so beautiful” and brought me into his arms.
“It’s not funny, don’t laugh” I mumbled against his shoulder.
“You are so funny. Like any of those girls could even compete with you. You are just amazing and well, frankly, I rather take it slow with you, than do everything fast and make mistakes, just like them”
I smiled against his arm, and he pulled me back, looking into my eyes. A gaze that gave me butterflies all by itself.
“I want to make you happy” I smiled.
“You’ve already made me the happiest man alive”
“I want to make you happy, so I want you to have sex with me”
Archer’s eyes changed as he looked at me with a strange look.
“I don’t want to have sex with you Charlotte. I don’t ever, ever want to have sex with you”
I pulled out of his grip, getting off his lap and wrapping my arms around myself.
I knew it. There was something deep down in me that knew it that knew he didn’t want me.
I smiled, trying to hide the tears, “Well, I guess that’s it then”
Archer tugged my arms and pulled me back down, this time my whole body against the length of him.
“Lottie” he laughed even though there was nothing funny about the situation, “You don’t understand”
“No, I understand, you don’t want to fuck me” I said it like it was a dirty word.
Archer laughed again.
“You don’t get it Lottie. I don’t want to fuck you, or have sex with you or sleep with you. I want to, no, I need to make love to you”
Guess who felt like an idiot.
“Wait what?”
“Lottie, I want to make love to you, to make you feel, finally, what I have been feeling for you since forever”
“Oh”
I hugged him, I grabbed his cute little face and brought it to mine, kissing his lips, taking in his smell, the way he felt again me, his taste, everything that was him.
“Come on”
He pulled me up, somehow managing to carry me on his back as led me into the bedroom.
It was dark, well dark until you were able to see all the little candles everywhere.
Dropping me on the bed, which felt like silk, he stood above me and grinned, taking my legs and running kisses up and down them.
When he reached my thigh he laughed, running his nose along the sensitive area, “For a girl that used to sit outside all the time, you sure don’t get dark. You’re actually quite white, delicate”. He rubbed his face against my thigh. I shivered.
Oh god.
He kneeled on the bed, his hands pulling me up as he straddled me, kissing my lips as soon as they were close enough to kiss. His tongue came through, sucking against mine as my hands tangled in his hair. It felt amazing.
My hands ran down his neck, to his buttons, undoing them one by one and running my hands over his chest and around his back, stroking him up and down. He moaned in my mouth.
“Lottie”
“Mmmh?”
“I love you”
I chuckled and pulled away, “We’re not kissing each other because you had to say ‘I love you’?”
He smiled and attacked my face again, pushing me down and crawling on top of me, laughing as he ran his long fingers over my stomach.
I tried to swat him away; only, I was doing pretty much the exact same thing.
His hands came out of my shirt, unbuttoning each of the buttons and ripping the shirt open, only pausing to look at me.
“Damn, Lottie you are so beautiful”
I laughed, “Isn’t that line a little overused?”
“I don’t care”
Leaning down he kissed down my neck, sucking as he went, as I arched my back and moaned.
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Nothing” I whimpered as he ran his tongue down my neck and across my collar bone.
I shifted.
“Guess what I just found, Lots. I just found your special spot”
“Don’t touch it” But it was too late to even begin the sentence because his tongue worked in rotations on my spot, and I stretched out my neck, moaning as he licked over and over again.
“I like this” He growled, sucking even more.
“Don’t give me another hickey. People will assume we’ve had sex—I mean, made love”
“Nice correction’ but he didn’t stop sucking.
I moaned really loudly and my hands scratched down his stomach to his pants. Archer jumped and looked up at me.
“What?” I smirked evilly.
“Nothing” he shot back and sucked again.
My hands somehow, in between the screaming and moaning, was able to undo the zipper and button holding his pants together and tugged them down. I slid down with the pants, my stomach in line with his lovely vees.
“Don’t you dare” He warned me, lifting his hips off the bed.
I held onto him, stroking and kissing the lines softly and feeling against my chest, him getting emotionally and physically charged over the action.
I looked up at him.
Archer was resting on his forearms, in one of those painful P.E exercises, and he began to shake, whether from the enjoyment or pain, I wasn’t too sure.
“Lottie” his voice was deep.
“Hmm?” I grinned, licking the line until the edge of his pants where they disappeared to his sex.
“I need you”
“I need you, but not yet”
Archer groaned and flipped us both over, so that I was now straddling him my arms on his chest.
“Hey! That was no fair”
“I’m not a fair person”, he shot back.
His hand cupped my neck as he brought me back down kissing my lips and with the other hand tugging off his shirt.
His hand travelled down my neck to my back where my bra clipped and slowly he undid each of the clips until it hung loose over my shoulders.
He flipped us again.
Looking down at me, he slipped my bra off my arms watching me twitch under his gaze. I frowned as his eyes widened and his hands rode up my stomach, cupping the skin underneath them.
“Why are you averting your gaze, silly?” He mumbled, watching my face.
I shrugged.
“You’re embarrassed? You are so embarrassed, aren’t you?” He let out a laugh.
I pouted, “No”
His eyes smiled down at me as he raised his hands up my chest, cupping me completely. I gasped at the warmness of his hands.
“You’re embarrassed”
I nodded and sat on my forearms, pulling Archer’s head towards me, kissing him softly and slowly.
He moaned in my mouth, and I in his as he worked his hands. My hands rubbed against his back, his chest, his neck, everything that was him.
Somehow, in amongst the kissing and touching, Archer flipped us so that he was underneath me, watching me with his emerald eyes, blinking slowly as I reached for his boxers, tugging them down and staring at him.
“Um, how is that, ah, you know?” I flushed red.
Archer grinned and sat up so that he was touching me. I felt my stomach flutter as he grew even harder than before.
“Archer, I’m not sure about this”
He leaned to kiss me, “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you, I promise not to make you hurt, well that much”
“Conceded?”
“Very”
He kissed me again, and rolled over so that I was underneath him, and slowly, he lowered my panties until we were both bare. He grinned and sat me up slowly, and angled himself above me. And slowly he went down and my eyes closed as I clutched his forearms tightly and buried my face in his chest.
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so once again, restricted sex scene or not? Kat really wants one, and regardless of posting it, one will be written, if Kat writes it herself.
So my house now smells like morteen (sp?) cause my mom wanted to kill a spider, what did she say? "It's not a type of spider, it's a dead spider" anyways *shrugs*