Noise Complaint

“So—what do you think?” Kelly remarked in an innocent tone, turning from the mirror above the sink and glancing towards Brian. “Is the new look okay on me?”

She’d never put a shirt back on, and was more conscious than ever of how her healthy pair of twins were out on display, capped with stiffening pink nubs that pointed towards Brian in an accusing way. The moment Stephanie and Emily took off, tensions in here had heightened to dizzying degree, and it was all she could do to focus on their casual talk and banter.

Kelly felt like she was hotboxing sex phermones, like her mind was careening through a shimmering red nebula of fuck-fog. Brian still had his dick out, it was still hugely erect, and he was making no motion to holster his weapon and put this sexy standoff to an end. So, she wet her lips and smiled at him.

“You look great,” Brian answered honestly. “The red makes you seem kinda like…”

“Like who?”

“Wait, are you gonna take offense to comparison?”

“Depends on the comparison, doesn’t it?” Kelly laughed, rolling her eyes. “No, Brian. I’m not as fucking touchy as your ex. Give it to me straight, alright?”

“Uhh.” Brian grinned, looking embarrassed. “Well, I was gonna say you look kinda like Haydee Millions, from Paramourn, with that red hair.”

“Hmm, Haydee Millions?” Kelly touched her chin, looking thoughtful. “Thank you.”

Is he still being careful with where he looks? She wondered.

Planting her hands on the vanity behind her, she arched her back a bit, rolling her shoulders through a stretch. His gaze wandered slowly, following the line of her neck down to meet the jutting round shapes of her breasts, and lingered there for a moment before casually returning to meet her eyes. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck yes.

“Nothing to thank me for,” Brian said, distracted. “It’s—”

“Brian—shut the fuck up,” Kelly interrupted with a chuckle.

She was almost pacing in place, subtly shifting weight back and forth from one leg to the other just to keep them from shaking. As she did so, the slick feel of her lips shifting against one another with lubrication was incredibly distracting. All of her dials were in the red, her kamikaze crash-course was laid in, and it felt like she was screaming down on final approach to her target.

“You gave me this hair,” she pointed out. “You and your magic sauce.”

“I... really don’t think that I have magical semen,” Brian laughed uneasily. “That’s not even a little bit possible.”

“Oh?” Kelly tilted her head with a challenging smirk. “You have some other explanation for what’s going on?”

“Not… as of yet, no,” Brian admitted. “But—”

“The red isn’t dyed, you know,” Kelly reached up and fluffed her luxuriant new hair for emphasis. “I know firsthand what dyed fuckin’ hair looks like. What I had earlier, that was dye. You’d’ve had to bleach out that black and then add new color, which’d leave me all kinds of dry and damaged.”

“I don’t have any idea how that happened,” Brian tried to explain. “If you need me to cover the cost of changing it back, I can—”

“Does this look dry or damaged?” Kelly spoke over him, running her fingers through her silky new strands. “Take a look, Brian. This is amazing, this is healthier than what I had—this is brand new fucking hair.”

“I… uh…” Brian was at a loss for words.

“The color’s just a start, too,” Kelly took a cautious step forward. “Didja know Stephanie had a couple acne scars, yesterday? Not big ones, but they were there. Two of ‘em, these almost imperceptible little dimples in the skin, just outside her left eyebrow.”

This time she let her own line of sight wander down his naked body, travelling from that stupid handsome face to the broad lines of his shoulders, his chest, dropping across the exquisite abdominal musculature to that prodigious dick of his standing rigidly up in the air. She could swear it throbbed in response to having caught her eye, and almost forgot what she was in the middle of saying.

“—Well, they’re gone,” Kelly continued, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. “The acne scars. Where’d they go, Brian? How’d all her facial pores dramatically shrink over the course of twenty-four hours? Why do her eyes look bigger and brighter than before? What’ll happen next, when we go further—when we bang? Do I get fucking years younger? Bigger tits? Devil horns, or something?”

“Um…” Brian winced, eyes flicking furtively across her chest for a moment.

“So, magic kisses. Magic cum. Whatever, however—doesn’t matter. Even if you were some total asshole, ladies’d be lining up to suck and fuck you, Brian,” Kelly shrugged, lifting and dropping her shoulders with enough force for her tits to bob with the motion, and then lowered her voice. “But… you’re not some total asshole.”

“I’m not exactly any kind of saint, eith—”

“Shut up and lemme finish,” Kelly growled, inching closer again. The room was small, and in another step she would be practically astride him. “It’s a factor, is what I’m saying. As your girlfriend now, I’m gonna be totally fucking honest with you. It’s a factor. But, I wanted you to know… that it’s not the factor. Okay?”

“...Okay,” he said slowly, as if measuring her words over and over in his mind. “So, what’s the factor?”

That you’re willing to reach into the fucking mess that is my world right now and throw me a fucking lifeline, Kelly thought, sizing him up with intensity in her eyes. That you weren’t interested in the pretty face and perfect body on offer, if they didn’t come with the shitshow real me and all my fucking problems. That I—that I TRUST you, and the more I think about it, the more I really FEEL it... the more everything else, ANYTHING ELSE seems trivial.

The mystery beauty magic, the way your eyes make me shiver, how good you taste, this raw fucking chemistry between us. The way I wanna go face down ass up and just have you piledrive that monstrosity into me—that, that’s all just fuckin’ window dressing. Icing on the cake. All over my cake. Icing.

“I… don’t think I can explain it right,” Kelly admitted in aggravation, biting her lip. It was hard to think. “S’complicated.”

He locked eyes with her, and they seemed to connect again, emotions and attraction pulled into the same wavelength in a hissing flash of red sparks. She was close now, so close to him that she couldn’t hide anything. It was as if those reasons too embarrassing to put into words were dancing right there in her brandy-brown eyes for him to read.

“Then, show me, instead,” he challenged.

Oh my God.

That almost had her teetering forward beyond control. She was so ready to climb on top of him, to mount him, to crash down like a world-ending red comet and obliterate this farcical charade they were entangled in. Realizing she was almost there—almost there, so fucking close—she gathered her last shaky vestiges of self-control and regained a precarious mental balance.

“...Not, uh, gonna go all principled on me, if I do?” Kelly asked with a nervous laugh. “Figured you’d put up some kinda fight. Say some, oh, I don’t fuck on the first date. Something stupid like that?”

“That’s not… entirely why I was being stubborn, earlier,” Brian admitted with a playful grin. Slivers of red starlight streaked through her peripheral, and it felt like he was falling again, because that was not a denial.

“Didn’t trust you. Wasn’t sure if I liked you,” Brian said. “Yeah, you’re great, don’t get me wrong. But, after… everything, after Chloe, I didn’t have much of any kind tolerance for girls who seemed like they were looking down on me. Even if it’s just that I’m… what, a lowly weeaboo to you?”

Ah. Kelly almost felt herself blush at that, and she let herself break into an uneasy smile.

“I, um. Wasn’t completely honest with you before,” Kelly confessed, reaching forward to trace fingertips along his shoulder. He was so warm. “The girl I came to AnimeCon to say goodbye to, Sarah. She wasn’t just a friend, she’s… my little sister, actually. So, over the years in my head I sorta got to telling myself that this was her convention stuff, that it was too geeky for me.”

“Sarah Star?” Brian guessed.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, accidentally revealing her surprise in the way her fingers froze. “How’d you…?”

“We saw her at the cosplay contest,” Brian explained. “You two resemble each other a lot. Otherwise, I’d have probably never made any connection.”

“It’s… yeah,” Kelly let out a wistful sigh, watching her hand play sensuously back and forth across his skin. “Kelly Killy and Sarah Star, that’s us. Our real last name’s Killarney.”

“You don’t have to say goodbye to her,” Brian pointed out. “You’re staying with me for a while, right? We’re gonna get Mrs. Rivera to find a stage for you somewhere, singing or acting or, y’know, something.”

“It’s too weird to think about,” Kelly frowned, blowing a tuft of red hair out of her face with a puff of her lip. “I’ve had it in my head so long that I’d be kind of going right off the deep end here, so the thought of just chilling with you instead, getting my life all back together… I don’t know. It’s crazy.”

“But, you will, right?” Brian asked, giving her a searching look. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you? Living with me for a bit, so we can figure everything out?”

“...Yeah,” Kelly realized, and as she locked eyes with him it felt like she was falling even faster now, plunging down into this with streaks of red and gouts of reentry fire. “I am, aren’t I?”

“Then, it seems to me like this moment tonight here between us is... kind of special,” Brian rationalized. “Meaningful, you know.”

“Yeah?” Kelly tensed with excitement as her mind parsed what he meant. Is he saying…?

“Yeah,” he said.

“It is, isn’t it?” Bright, beautiful laughter slipped out of her lips, and her hips gave out an involuntary wriggle. “Meaningful. Oh, Brian, it’s on. Fucking finally, hah. You’ve already gone and said it, now—no take-backs, you fucker.”

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to be difficult, before,” Brian chuckled. “It’s just, you know. The situation’s really come around. You know what the most important thing that you put into a relationship is?”

“Uh. Effort?” Kelly guessed, hands scrambling to shed and discard her borrowed leggings in a hurry. Anticipation had her fingers tingling, and what she wanted—what she needed was so close her body was already betraying her. With one last kick they were off, and she was in front of him, completely naked. It’s time, it’s finally time. Time to—

“Compromise, that’s what makes relationships work,” Brian said. “I’m all about compromise. So, I think... just for tonight, we can celebrate things your way.”

“Celebrate,” Kelly was breathing heavily. “My way. Yeah, celebrate. Okay. Alright, for real now—no more bullshit. I need you right in fucking side of me and I need you to take me hard, before somethi—”

The sudden knock on the door interrupting her was so unwelcome that flashes of red swam across Kelly’s vision. She froze, clenched and ground her teeth in furious aggravation, finally bouncing back off of the bed away from Brian and stalking to the door. Not bothering to cover herself up in any way, she forcefully twisted the handle and swung the door open.

Instead of the expected Stephanie and Emily... it was a uniformed police officer. It was dark outside, but there were dim lights at each of the rooms spaced across the walkway surrounding the pool area. The cop was in his mid-thirties, and wore a crew-cut along with a bored expression as he stood waiting outside their room. Inwardly seething, her mood couldn’t have taken a worse turn if Chloe herself had been standing there, because she hated cops.

“Uhh, ‘scuse me, Ma’am, didn’t mean to interrupt,” the officer said in amusement, awkwardly turning his line of sight back on down the row of doors. “Officer O’Rielly, City Police. Got a call in ‘bout a noise complaint, here. You, uh, you making a lot of noise?”

“No, you’re quite a bit early, actually,” Kelly remarked sweetly, leaning forward to rest her elbow on the door frame. “He hasn’t even started laying into me, yet. Can you come back in… forty-five minutes to an hour, maybe? We’d be happy to justify any noise complaint you’ve got by then.”

“We’ll try to keep it down,” Brian promised, appearing beside Kelly at the door.

“Right,” Officer O’Rielly laughed, shaking his head and giving them a parting wave. “Alright, just consider yourself warned, okay? You two have yourselves a nice night.”

“Oh, we will,” Kelly drawled in a teasing, honeyed voice. “Goodnight, Officer.”

She tried to slam the door shut on the policeman, but Brian just barely managed to catch the swinging edge with his fingers.

“That fucking ex of yours called in a complaint on us!” Kelly hissed in disbelief, whirling to face Brian. “Fucking... cunt!”

“Hey, you don’t know that,” Brian said, giving the cop an apologetic look and gently closing the door.

“Don’t fucking defend her!” Kelly snapped.

“I wasn’t,” Brian explained. “Someone probably called it in back when Chloe was throwing her hissy fit here—I’m guessing the officer just now finally showed up about it. I mean, her fault either way, really?”

“Okay. Whatever,” Kelly said, eyes wandering up and down Brian’s body in a distracted way. “Sorry. I just—can we just fucking—”

He leaned in and kissed her, pressing her back against the hotel door.

Brilliant starbursts blossomed in her mind, each plume of bright red fire opening up and pushed away by new bursts in a cascading explosion of heat and light. All at once, she was descending again, feeling that weightless sense of free-fall in her tummy. She was light on her toes in a strange, giddy sort of way, and found herself grasping at his shoulders—amazing, muscled shoulders, sturdy fucking firm DEFINITION I can feel all along his arms, that, that makes me want to—to steady her shaking hands.

O-oh my God. Staring into his eyes in a stupid daze, she desperately licked her tongue across his lips as he withdrew, wanting nothing more than to be back in his mouth again. She felt weak and dizzy with need, felt powerful, eager anticipation throbbing through her, wanted to relax against his naked chest and bodily wrestle him onto the bed, all at once.

Stephanie was right, Kelly realized in growing alarm. It’s different. It’s so fucking different.

She had feelings for Brian. They were there, whether she was brave enough to admit them to anyone or not. The safe distance she’d managed to maintain was rapidly dwindling down to nothing, to point fucking blank, and it felt absolutely fucking dangerous.

Letting real emotions run wild for a guy was one of those serious astronomical hazards she always charted a course well clear from. It was the dangerous drug she didn’t fuck around with, a haphazard jumble of heroin needles poised just over her veins. Except even worse, because it made her feel sappy, soft in the head. Like she was falling in love.

Ohhh fuck. Whoa no no. Once she realized what was happening, what she was letting herself slip into, that strange hesitance from before escalated into an outright urge to bolt. The urge to bail on the living situation, to blurt out that she couldn’t do commitment things. I need to get the fuck outta this, before it’s too late.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked, looking at her with a perplexed expression. Whenever they locked eyes now, it was like there was nothing she possibly could hide from him. Like he was reading her soul. It made her want to squirm.

“No, uh, nothing,” Kelly flushed, quickly glancing away. “I’m, just. Like. It’s like I’m… crushin’ on you. A little. With everything. It’s—this is just, like. Intense.”

“Having second thoughts?” He asked.

“About what?” She retorted, arching an incredulous eyebrow at him. “Us fucking?”

“No—about me,” Brian clarified. “Us. Living together.”

“Uhmmm,” Kelly let out a nervous laugh, feeling uncertainty beating butterfly wings in her stomach. “Dunno? I’m, um. Brian, I’m so fucking horny I can’t even like, think right now.”

“Sounds like something we should talk about, first, then,” Brian said, pulling back away from her.

“Uh, sounds like no, we’re through talking,” Kelly retorted, chasing after him a step. “We’re gonna do this, before anything fucking else interrupts.”

“Compromise, then,” Brian grinned. “We can do both, right? I want to get to know you better.”

“Compromise?!” Kelly spat, glaring at him in disbelief. “You know plenty, we’re fine.”

“Like… french toast,” Brian teased. “I’m good at making french toast, really good. Something for you to think about. You could wake up to french toast, from now on.”

“Hmm, yeah. Tempting,” Kelly smirked, tracing her hands down his body. “You’re gonna make me breakfast, when I live with you?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” Brian admitted with a nod. “Now, tell me something, anything. Something about yourself.”

“I sing, when I shower,” Kelly told him. She shot him an amused look and stepped in even closer, wrapping her arms around him in an intimate embrace. Her full breasts were pressing against his chest, but they were aching for much more attention. “Always. I don’t do silent showers. I was like, grittin’ my teeth last night, ‘cause you two were both asleep. So, it was weird.”

“You sing?” Brian looked interested. “I’d like to hear that.”

“...I think you’re about to,” Kelly whispered seductively in his ear. “Your turn, then. Go on—tell me something, Brian.”

“Okay... weird one, probably,” Brian paused, drawing little circles across her bare back for a long moment before leisurely dropping his hands down to firmly cup Kelly’s buttocks, pulling her even more snugly against him. She managed to stifle her sudden intake of breath, but only just barely. “I don’t drink.”

“You, uh. Wait, what? You don’t drink?” Surprised, Kelly pursed her lips and gave him a quizzical smile. “Why? That, uh... that could be a problem, maybe? Brian, I’m gonna drink.”

“Don’t mind if you do,” Brian said, squeezing her bottom and hefting it slightly in his hands, giving her cheeks an experimental bounce. “Just, I probably won’t. I guess... think of it as a more for you sorta thing if, and, or when we keep liquor stocked at the apartment. Our apartment?”

“C-cool,” Kelly shuddered the tiniest bit, arching her back to press the plush curvatures of her butt into his palms. “Yeah, that works. Awesome.”

“Tell me something else about you,” Brian asked, slowly drawing her away from the hotel door, step by step, towards the bed.

“You’re making me wet,” Kelly revealed, licking her lips. “Fuck, I’m like, so wet, right now...”

“No, no,” his green eyes seemed to sparkle with intensity. “Not like that, that doesn’t count. Tell me something about you. What you’re like—what it’ll be like, living together with you.”

“Um,” she was deliberating on what best to say when one of his hands released her ass and trailed a tickling, sensuous line down below her navel. Words were rapidly vacating her mind and dispersing into little red puffs. “Uhhmmm—”

With tantalizing slowness, the gentle touch of Brian’s fingertips meandered lower, lower, unhurriedly traveling further and further down her body, as if to savor every perfect inch of smooth skin. Her eyes were trained steadily upon his, and they widened as she felt where his touch was daring to wander. When his fingers actually slid across the now very slick lips of her labia, her mouth still fell open anyways in breathless surprise.

She was completely soaked. It was as if this direct contact broke the surface tension of her needy body, and a slippery strand of arousal dangled messily past his hand and down her thigh as she wriggled herself upon him. It was the fluid feeling of pure tactile satisfaction... but her body was pining for more. More. She couldn’t help but buck, rocking back and forth until the movement welcomed his exploring digits deep into the heat of her silken folds.

“Hhhhuuhoh my Goddd,” Kelly managed a shaky warning, gripping desperately at Brian’s shoulders when her legs threatened to give out from under her. “Briannn...”

“Compromise, remember?” Brian told her. “Come on—tell me something.”

“Uhhmmm,” She rolled her hips, insistently pressing her soaked pussy down to further envelop his fingers. It was impossible to think. Squashed between them, his dick looked painfully erect, and this time she couldn’t stop herself from grabbing the giant thing. It felt warm and thick in her hand, and she couldn’t help but give the girthy meat a possessive squeeze as the answer for him came to her.

“Kell?”

“I wanna do, umm. Girlfriend things,” Kelly admitted through the haze of lust. “With you. To you?”

“Girlfriend things?”

“Yeah, things,” she panted. “Stuff.”

“You can elaborate on that, can’t you?” He was taller than her, and it was easy for him to plant a tender line of kisses along her forehead. The display of affection didn’t dilute the raw lust of attraction she felt, the blazing red instead burned even hotter, sweeter.

“Y’know—stuff. Hold your hand when we’re out together. Wake you up with kisses. Follow you around like a little lost puppy,” she bit her lip, unsure if she was teasing him or not anymore. “Go on... dates? Take those cute couple selfies all the time, to show you off. Fill notebook pages, just writing your name over and over. Cuddle you to sleep with a dopey smile. Th-the whole stupid girlfriend thing. Isn’t that what you want from me?”

“Is that what you want?” Brian asked, looking deep into her eyes.

“Just told ya it is, fucker,” Kelly growled in a husky voice, giving him a smoldering look. “Your turn—what do you want?”

“I... just want to take care of you,” he answered. She was starting to get lost in his eyes all over again—there were no more escape trajectories, anymore. Not with the way he was pulling her in. “That’s what this is all about, remember?”

“Y-yeah?” While it sounded too good to be true, she couldn’t stop herself from listening. His fingers were languidly moving in and out of her now, and lewd, wet sounds seemed to fill their little hotel room.

“I can look out for you,” Brian led her another step back, until he was bumping into the edge of the bed. “Look after you, if I have to.”

“Briaannn,” Kelly groaned, shoving him back onto the mattress with a heaving push. “Shut up and just fuck me already, okay?!”

“Hey,” Brian protested, sitting up on his elbows. “We’re having a good talk.”

“Yeah—well, I can’t take any more fucking talk,” Kelly laughed, climbing on top of him. It was the truth, too, in ways she was too embarrassed to say aloud. They were too close to each other, practically inside each other’s defenses, and the conversation was getting out of control. Each and every word went right in under her skin in a way that had her feeling jittery like a lovestruck teen. Like fucking Stephanie!

Almost feverish with lust, she was already straddling his waist, lining up that thick beast of his to her lips in preparation to stuff herself silly when she froze. Letting out a self-deprecating laugh, Kelly disengaged, jerking away.

Shit! That was… that was close, Kelly swallowed uneasily. Fuck me.

Clambering across the bedside, she bent down to rifle through some of the clothing discarded earlier. Brian’s Darkmask utility belt was easy enough to find, and she popped open the compartment pouches one by one, haphazardly shaking the contents out across the floor until a condom packet emerged. My ticket to ride.

“Put this on,” Kelly demanded, shoving the packet towards Brian. He reached over to take the condom from her, but he was moving way too slowly. “Fucking—fucking hurry up!”

She hurriedly tore the packet open herself in frustration, pulling the rubber out and leaning over Brian’s cock to put it on. With trembling hands, she put it in place and then rolled it down his length. The partially transparent condom distorted into an obscene shape as she finished fitting it, and she stared at it for a moment, mesmerized.

This monster’s goin’ inside of me, Kelly thought, taking hold of Brian’s shoulders and throwing her leg over his lap again. Right fucking now—

“Kelly—” Brian’s planted a hand on either side of her waist, preventing her from immediately sinking down on that bad boy.

“What?” Kelly reeled, torn in her impatience between throttling him and just fucking him senseless—

Brian leaned forward to kiss her, and before she could make sense of what she was going to do she was lost, pulled into the whirling reaches of a brilliant red star. Her lips crashed into his, their tongues met, making out with wild abandon and forgetting everything else.

Her thoughts were in free fall again, plummeting down into the gravity of Brian. Her flight was so much faster than last time, mind racing at blinding speed, buffeted now only by the sudden unexpected sensations of atmosphere and emotion. Blurring red overtook her, everything glowed with the sheer incredible heat of reentry, and she whimpered a moan into Brian’s mouth, completely overwhelmed. Legs spread, knees on either side of him on the bed, she groped for his dick with both hands, clumsily lining it up so that it could split her sopping-wet pussy.

She was a meteor, a beautiful, short-lived burning goddess of destruction, and she was careening out of control at impossible velocity down towards Brian—her Brian. Less than an instant away from her fiery end, from a world-extinguishing impact that would surely bring about absolute extinction to every—

The hands clutching her waist guided her down onto him, and Kelly’s lips parted to let out a small noise, her vision going blank.

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