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Through the Looking Glass (Gavin-MLQC)

Through the Looking Glass (Gavin-MLQC)

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice: Solo!Gavin

Warnings: Accidental (?) Voyeurism, Solo Masturbation

 Gavin hung up his cell phone and let out a sigh. He glanced around the dark street to make sure it was deserted before he pushed himself off and into the air. Savoring the light caress of the wind on his face, he let himself mindlessly drift through the night sky. He had just gotten off of the phone with another “officer” who was following a lead on Black Swan. Gavin was growing frustrated with the dead ends, and his inability to keep MC completely safe. Not for the first time since knowing her, he was caught up in the urge to throw her over his shoulder, carry her to his apartment, and keep her locked up there until he removed every single threat. His hair blew across his eyes as he admitted to himself the main reason he wanted to keep her there. It was getting harder and harder to control his urges around her, and resist reaching out even to touch her hair. Every brush of her arm against him, or every sweet blushing smile sent his way had his ears burning and his mind full of improper thoughts. He was trying his damndest to shove them down knowing she only viewed him as a friend. For Christ sake, it wasn’t that long ago that she was afraid of him. It still stung that she had never read his letter to her, and for years he had made himself content with just watching and protecting her from afar. Now that she was directly in his life again however, it was almost too much for him. So in an effort to distance himself from her, he would avoid returning her messages sometimes or telling her how he really felt. Still, like a moth to a flame he was drawn to her almost against his will. Even now, he realized he had drifted along the wind to her apartment, and as usual she had the blinds wide open. Though she lived on the third floor, Gavin still felt a tinge of worry at her lackadaisical security measures.

“I’ll just shoot a glance in to make sure she’s ok. If she’s still up it may have been a hard day at work for her, “he thought as he drifted closer to her balcony. Not wanting to startle her, he kept out of her gaze as he watched her. Sure enough, she was still surrounded by various papers and folders, a frown marring her brow. He longed to reach out, and soothe it away. Her hair was slung up in a messy bun, and he could see the graceful curve of her neck, the collar of her wrinkled blouse concealing the spot where he often fantasized about placing his teeth. She grabbed a carton of instant noodles, and slurped them down absentmindedly as the light caught the gingko leaf bracelet dangling on her wrist. He felt himself break out in a smile at her terrible dinner, and made a mental note to scold her about a proper meal even though he himself was often guilty of the same. He wasn’t sure how long he floated there, content with watching her work, but it must have been a while, for when she picked up her cell phone to check the time, she had a look of surprise of her face. She stood up quickly, stretching her back before gathering up all the papers. He knew he should leave right then and there, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“I’ll just make sure she gets in bed, then I’ll leave,” he told himself. Though it wasn’t the full reason, he was genuinely concerned about her lately. She was so worried about impressing her boss that she had been working herself harder than she should. He didn’t like the bags forming under her eyes, or the peaky complexion she was gaining lately. Even from his distance he could tell how tired she was. Which is why he shouldn’t have been so surprised when she started stripping right then and there. And yet when he saw her hands go up to the small pearl like buttons on her blouse, his mind didn’t put two and two together. It wasn’t until she had made it down to her midsection before he realized what was going on.

“Look away! Look away!” he commanded himself, but it was like his body had separated from his mind. He floated, riveted on the spot as she shrugged out of the blouse, and made quick work on her skirt. His mind finally registered the sight in front of him, and he inhaled sharply at the sight. His sweet, innocent girl had on the laciest lingerie set he had ever seen. It was a deep, velvety red ending with scalloped lace that gently cupped the top of her breast. Completely see through, he could make out the dusky outline of her nipples. The matching underwear was slung low across her rounded hips. She turned while pulling her feet out of the skirt, and he felt his pants tighten at the tiny dangling gold charm that was smack center at the top of her underwear’s hemline.

He had time to drink in her form as she let her hair down: the gentle rounding of her stomach, the high arch of her breasts, the way her legs gracefully curved to those trim ankles he would love to press his lips against. As she reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra, he finally came to his senses. He forcefully pushed off into the air to the roof of the complex, his face burning in shame for having stood there and watched her for so long. Luckily for him, the roof complex wasn’t very brightly lit, and as he pressed his burning forehead against the side of the concrete wall enclosing the stairs, he was grateful for the shadows concealing his form. His brain was in a battle between berating him for his peeping tom tendencies and the most erotic sight he could have hoped to ever witness. The red lingerie was wreaking havoc on him, and he palmed himself through his pants. In all his fantasies, she had never worn something so bold, and overtly sexual. She was so innocent with her high collared blouses, and wide eyes. He had imagined her underwear to match the same. Clearly he was wrong, and while the thought that she had found more experience with another man from her past twisted his heart a little, it was overruled by his desire to test just how experienced she was.

Almost subconsciously, his eyes drifted shut as his hand untucked his shirt. Would she know where and how to touch a man? He glided his hand lightly across his chest and raked his nails gently across his abs before starting on his belt buckle. Would she too shy to undress him, or would she meet his gaze with a newfound boldness as she undid the buckle of his belt and his pants? He pictured her small hands combing through his pubic hair, tickling him slightly as she ventured lower. He let out a hiss when he gripped himself, his erection hot and heavy in his palm. As he started slowly pumping himself, he imagined what it would be like to kiss her. Her soft arms thrown around his neck clutching his hair to keep herself grounded as he gripped her tightly by the hips. The little gasp she would let out when he swept his tongue into her mouth, and explored her. Gavin shook his legs to drop his pants lower, his boxers soon following. He swirled the precum leaking from him across the tip of his head, shuddering slightly as he teased himself. He knew his kisses with her would soon turn dominate, and rough. Would she moan her approval, or pull away afraid of his desire for him? In his mind, she would draw him closer, and press her breasts against his chest as he broke the kiss to lick along the tantalizing lines of her neck. He’d bit gently at the beautiful hollow at her throat, swirling his tongue to catch the salty taste of her skin.  He let out a curse as he cupped his balls and kneaded them. God, what he wouldn’t do to replace his calloused palm with hers. His pumping picked up pace, and he added a twist when he got to his tip. Almost of his own accord his hips began moving with his pace. Biting his lip, he pictured himself laying her down on the sofa, scattering all her documents to the floor as he placed himself snugly between her legs. The pink tinging her cheeks would soon cover the rest of her skin in its rosy tint. Skin he could mark and claim for his own. Painting on her the strength of his want and passion for her. When he took off her bra would she grow shy and cross her arms across her chest? Even if she did, he would remove them, kissing the palms of her hands as he pinned them to her side, words of praise coming from his mouth. He would love to kiss and knead her breasts, running his tongue over those enticing nipples he had gotten just a glimmer of.  The kisses he would trail down her body would leave her panting in anticipation, and when he flicked his tongue over the little charm at the top of her underwear before roughly pulling them off, she would timidly spread her legs for his eyes. Her sex would be glistening, pulling him in, and he let out a strangled groan at the thought of delving his head there. He would press his fingers into all that silken heat, marveling at how tight she was. Curling his trigger finger just right to pull a shout from her. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he would bring his mouth to her. He would stay there, licking her slit in a teasing manner until she gasped out a beg for him to get her where she so desperately needed to be. And he would grant her the wish. Diving his tongue deep inside her, pushing against her clit with his nose, he would feast on her as if he were a starving man, and she was the only thing that could save him. She’d writher and flail under his assault, threading her fingers through his hair. He picked up the pace of his pumps, bracing a hand against the wall. His breaths were coming out quicker now, and he imagined hers would be the same. He would sense that she was close, and break away only to hoist her legs over his shoulder, and bring a hand to rub on her clit. Would she tell him she was coming, or just let it happen? Would she gasp out his name in wonder before her body fell apart? She would call his name in the same strangled tone he said hers, her thighs squeezing tight against his head as her body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. He wouldn’t stop there either. He wouldn’t stop until she was sobbing tears of release, her arousal filling his mouth, and coating his face like a badge of honor that he wore with pride. The knot was getting tighter and tighter in his lower belly, but he didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to go back to a reality where he couldn’t make this fantasy come true. He gritted his teeth, as he thought of more. Would she push him away from her when it became too much, or would she enjoy the sweet torture, arms flopping uselessly to her sides? When he finally had mercy on her, and lowered her quaking legs, he imagined she would pull him into a kiss. She would shove her tongue fiercely into his mouth, arms around his neck almost choking him as she tasted herself on his tongue. This image set Gavin over the edge. He came with a shout, coating the wall. His knees almost gave out with the force of his orgasm, and he kept stroking himself seeking every ounce of pleasure he could. It ended all too soon, and he licked the cum off of his fingers before tidying up his pants. He let out a slow exhale, and felt his guilty conscience soar. He wasn’t usually this impulsive, and still felt bad at the length in which he watched her undress. But he would be lying to himself if he said he regretted the experience. To ease his mind, he decided to check on her once last time before heading home. Hands in his pockets, he drifted back along the wind to her window, and noted with satisfaction that the blinds were drawn, and the lights off. He quickly flew back to where he had left his motorcycle.

Tossing his helmet back and forth between his hands, he finally made up his mind. He couldn’t keep going on like this, trying to smother down his feelings and subjecting both of them to his hot and cold attitude. He knew that he was gruff, and not very romantic, but they had been spending so much time together lately, he was hoping that she was beginning to see him in a different light. He wouldn’t know unless he tried, however. So while he knew he wasn’t quite brave enough to sing sonnets to her from the rooftops, he was going to try and do all he could to finally express to her just how much he cared about her. Feeling a weight shift off of his shoulder, Gavin hopped up his motorcycle and sped home, his mind racing with ideas, and his heart full of hope.