Unexpected - One Shot

It was crazy. She couldn’t get the smile off of her face. The moment people noticed his presence at the back of the concert hall for his entrance, she knew, because it was all-around madness. If this was the audience’s favourite part, she’d have to agree. He’s her favourite part too. And now he was there with her, sharing the stage for the millionth time and making her smile like a madman amidst all the singing that she was doing.

If he was good at many things, this was definitely one of them - making her happy. 

She could tell that he was happy too. Genuinely happy. The way he sang around her, getting close to her as much as he could as if she was going anywhere. But she wasn’t. She would stay there forever with him if he asked.

“… bring me to life…” As she held the last note, finishing the song with such finesse, he took a step back and just watched her with a smile. One moment he was just watching and the next thing he knew he was clapping with the rest of the crowd. For her. It has always been for her. Because he was proud. Proud of what she has achieved, proud of what he had become. 

When the lights dimmed, she bowed, took the same step back as him and her head snapped around to give him a once over. He was incredibly good looking, she knows that. But that doesn’t mean that she still couldn’t check him out. She smiled at him, her eyes shining.

Through the crowd’s excitement and the dimmed lights, he managed to keep them in their little bubble with a simple mouthed phrase - “Hi baby.”

Her ears were ringing with screams but it was as if her five senses were solely focused on him, all of him. She was surprised at his boldness… but this was her night and frankly, she could hardly care. 

 “Gusto ko lang magpasalamat kasi ininvite mo ako sa concert mo…” He started to say.

“Siyempre hinding hindi ka mawawala kasi first major solo concert ko,” she said, her arms folded, ready to embrace all the kilig he was already making her feel.

He started to say something but she couldn’t help but cut him off. “Pawis ka na oh,” and she wiped her fingers across his forehead, smiling as the crowd went crazy. He didn’t even say anything, because he was used to this playful side of her.  He gladly returned the favor, expertly letting his hand linger on her cheek, knowing that the crowd will notice. He grinned as he watched her throw her head back in laughter when the crowd went even crazier than before.

He turned to her. “Alam mo… may gusto akong sabihin eh.” She turned towards him and he kept his gaze on her as he continued. Cue their unbreakable personal bubble.

“Sa tagal ng pinagsamahan natin… sobrang nagiba na yung itsura mo, sobra.” The smile that he’s been fighting to come out finally did, even turning to a grin when she teased him and the crowd with a “In a, in a bad way or in a good way?”

Is it possible to be happy in a giddy sort of way? As if nothing could ruin your day? Because if it is, that’s what it is right now. Giddily happy.

“Siyempre naman in a good way. Parehas tayo… parehas tayong maraming pinagdaanan.”

She walked towards him. “Marami nga tayong pinagdaanan eh… eh yung abs mo.” He was caught off guard, he wasn’t expecting her to acknowledge that in public. “Pero mas macho talaga ako sa’yo.” He smiled and shakes his head amusedly.

“Kita naman natin na nagbago yung look mo, sobrang pinaghandaan mo yung concert na to and… wala, gusto ko lang siyempre sabihin sa kanila na hindi natin pwedeng kalimutan kung saan to lahat nagsimula.”

He was right. Everything has a beginning. Pyramid, Red Mask, Wazak. And if you want a happy ending, it all depends on where you stop your story. And they’re not stopping anytime soon.

“Yun. Yung Wazak.”

When she started singing, he was staring. If only intense stares could melt. She’s always beautiful in his eyes, but there’s always something different when she’s in her element. He pulled her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist. He’d never get tired of being this close to her and performing is the perfect excuse to do just that.

The bed scene from Wazak came on screen. When she blushed and reacted the way she did, he had this sudden urge to have her so much closer. Oh, the things you do to me. He tugged her towards him, her hand in his. He hadn’t looked at the crowd once. Just her. Her eyes. The tip of her nose. Her lips. Which, he thought, he really wanted a kiss from right now.

“Kinumpleto mo…” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leaned his forehead against hers. “… ang love story…” ‘Ko’ died down in her throat when he brought his mic down to share with hers, brushing their noses together, grinning madly as he swayed them back and forth.

Butterflies. All over. Her. Him. The crowd.

Flowers. He had spoiled her with all the flowers he’d given her, and she loved every single one of them. “Sana hindi ka na nagabala…” she teased.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. The fans wouldn’t let up.

His heart skipped. Hmm, yes please. “Hindi na kita marinig, sila nalang naririnig ko.” He teased.

“Isa pa nga, isa pa nga.” He gestured. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. You know what? He really did want that kiss.

He ran his palm across his forehead. Nervous. “Hindi mo ba sila naririnig?”

“Ha? Hindi eh.”

“Pakilakas niyo pa nga.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.        

Julie turned to the crowd, laughing. “Wag naman kayo sumigaw, naririnig ko naman.” She’s always a tease.

“Ano nga, ano nga sabi nila?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate. Damn hormones. He watched as she looked for words, the grin not once leaving his face. Come on Julie.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

He rubbed his eyes shyly as he said “Oh, gawin na natin.” Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

They shared a knowing look and he saw her nod her head ever so slightly. And so he placed his hand on her back, leaned forward and he kissed her on her cheek. Score.

The next few seconds were all a blur. For him, for her, for everyone.

Before she could pull away, he brought his hands down to her waist, pulled her even closer and pressed his lips against hers briefly. A peck. A peck that could possibly bring the whole Music Museum down.

She blinked her eyes open after he pulled away. She stared at him for a moment and he had that sheepish smile on his face which she loved. He was sorry, but at the same time he wasn’t. It’s her time. It’s their time. She wasn’t mad, she wasn’t worried, she wasn’t thinking of the consequences. She just wasn’t. Because at that moment, all that mattered were her and him.

 “Ladies and gentlemen… the heir of rap, Elmo Magalona.”

He kissed her forehead and she finally said the words people have been dying to hear.

“And he’s mine.”

Anonymous asked:

No more teasing hehe!

:)

Heat - One Shot

Slightly SPG, or is SPG, depends on how you look at it, haha. Yeah, you read that right. No more teasing, lol. I’m sorry it’s completely pointless and plotless. But enjoy reading nonetheless. :)

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Oh, it was hot.

Hot isn’t even enough to describe the current weather – it was scorching hot. What they were doing in bed in this heat, they had no idea. It was one of those lazy days that would be much more enjoyed if the temperature wasn’t anything above 30 degrees… cuddling, watching a couple of movies. The real bed weather. But it wasn’t, it was 4 degrees higher than 30 in fact. Elmo and Julie were both laying on Elmo’s bed, careful not to touch each other because they were both so hot and sweaty that even the slightest hint of body warmth just makes everything ten time hotter. The window was up, which didn’t help much since there wasn’t even the slightest breeze.

She started whistling. “Diba sabi nila kapag sumipol ka daw, hahangin?” and she whistled again.

He grunted uninterestedly. “Bakit wala nga tayo ulit sa labas? Condo to. So may pool. Bakit nandito tayo?”

“Eh kasi sabi mo tinatamad ka. Niyaya na nga kita kanina eh… I swear, I think I just lost weight just sitting here and sweating,” Julie said as she reached over Elmo to grab the glass of water that was sitting on the bedside table.

“Hey, don’t touch me,” he grumbled when she loomed over him.

“I’m not!” she said before chugging down the ice cold water. She took a moment to admire the ice inside the glass before deciding to grab one and then setting the drink back down again.

Elmo tried not to stare when she started to rub the ice across the back of her neck and then over her shoulder and across her upper chest. He bit back a groan as he made himself turn away from the pleasing sight, closing his eyes in the process. Not helping right now, he mumbled under his breath. His eyes flew open a moment later and yelped when he felt something cold on his neck. “Jesus, Julie, ang lamig!” and she watched amusedly as he jerked about.

She smirked. “Oh? Di ko narealize na malamig pala ang yelo. And it’s because you looked like you needed it.”

“I can rub ice on my own body, thank you very much,” he said as he grabbed another ice from the glass.

“Fine. But why the hell are you so grumpy?”

“Because I’m hot, that’s why.”

Oh yes, you are.

“And possibly turned on. Is that even remotely possible?” he said, half whining. Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes screaming laughter when she observed him closely and found that he really was troubled by the fact that he was hot — and sexually frustrated.

“Wag mo kong tawanan,” he said, still complaining, as he took her hand and tugged her closer. He tugged a little bit too hard and she fell right on top of him, the loose white spaghetti strap she was wearing riding up a little to expose her stomach. And he, being a guy, had already been shirtless to at least compensate for the abnormally high temperature.

Julie smiled and still couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay, stop na ko.” He pulled her head down and tucked it under his chin, wrapping his arms around her. Her now bare stomach was touching his bare stomach; the heat radiating from their bodies almost felt like fire but still neither of them pulled away.

“Mas lalo ka sigurong naiinitan since I’m on top of you,” she mumbled against his neck. She started to get up but he kept his grip on her.

“No… stay,” he said as he began to stroke her hair with his fingers, pushing it aside to expose her bare neck. He reached a hand to his side to grab another ice cube from the glass. He placed the cold dripping ice cube on her shoulder, moving it across her skin in small circles.

“Better?”

She nodded and sighed in contentment as she felt him move the ice over her shoulder blades, then down her narrow back. Elmo swallowed the lump in his throat when he moved the ice lower, to her hips and to her lower back, just above the shorts she was wearing. “This is not helping with your problem, isn’t it?” he heard her mumble.

“Nope.” And she knows it.

Then he froze. Did she just… move? His body ached terribly in response. She did it again and this time she buried her face in his neck, making it clear to him that she wasn’t just readjusting herself. He immediately dropped the ice and gripped her hips to keep her still, completely stunned. She rarely initiates intimate contact with him. But when she does… damn.

He was absolutely crazy about her.

He flexed his fingers on her back. Julie’s eyes fluttered close when she felt his warm breath on her neck. She immediately let her fingers dive into his hair, clutching it tightly when he finally kissed her skin. Kisses rained all along her neck, making her feel restless. This might as well be setting fire to the flame that was already burning, but neither cared. One minute they were grumbling and complaining and the next they were stroking… petting… kissing. And they prefer it that way.

He cupped her face with his hands before his lips swooped down on hers. She immediately moaned against his mouth, his lips pressing hard. She lifted her hands to cradle his face, as her body began to relax. He sat up against the headboard and pulled her up with him. Her lips were so soft and inviting; he couldn’t help but pry her lips with his tongue, plunging deep into her mouth. One taste wasn’t enough… and so he plunged over and over again, until they were both blinded by desire.

He flipped them over. Julie’s mind was spinning, her heart was bursting and her whole body was humming at the feel of his body pressed up against hers like a second skin. Her fingers dove into his unruly hair as she arched against him while he continued to kiss her senseless. In one fluid motion, he took the hem of her shirt and roughly pulls it over her head. Then rougher as he placed his lips at the valley between her breasts begin gently kissing and caressing her with is warm mouth.

Practically panting with need, she gripped his shoulders painfully for a moment, before grabbing his hair and forcefully pulling his head back. She tilted her head forward and did what she had wanted to do for a very long time. Her small tongue came out and languidly traced his Adam’s apple. As she felt him tremble, a huge burst of adrenaline shot through her; all this while they rocked against each other mindlessly.

“God,” he groaned.

“Moe,” she whimpered his name out loud, giving a small nip on his shoulder. The level of hotness they were feeling half an hour ago was nothing compared to what they were feeling now.

Breaths shaking, cold sweat deliciously mingling.

 The kiss deepened as his hand softly squeezed and fondled her breast. He pulled back a little, lifting her for a moment before expertly unhooking her bra. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come. He nuzzled her before taking one into his mouth and slowly sucking. Her hand tangled in his hair as her moan echoed through the room.

She was incredibly sexy, no doubt about that.

But the way she says his name in between whimpers or in between moans… it was more than sexy. He couldn’t get enough. He needs more. He wanted her. I want you. I want to tell you how beautiful you are. I want to kiss you over and over again until my heart stops. I want, I want, I want.

“Are you sure you want to do this, in this heat?” She almost whispered, her eyes glazing over.

“What more could we lose, really? We’re hot, sweaty and ready to go,” he mumbled back.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his head dipped back down and she felt the most amazing sensation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mind tried to focus on just what Elmo was doing to her. She could faintly hear a light hissing noise in the background but in her passion clouded state was in no shape to decipher what it was. The only thought she was capable of forming was oh my god.

The next moment they were bare; their full nakedness basking under the sunlight. “Oh god, please…”  She didn’t know exactly what she was begging for him to do, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. The feel of his eager mouth on her breasts, licking and sucking while his fingers plunged inside her over and over was too much to handle.

He met her lips as he slipped inside her. He took it slowly, pulling himself almost all the way out, before sliding back into her in one long stroke. He kept up with the slow pace, but her quick gasps and sudden jerks of her hips made him go faster. The pressure inside him was building and he was desperate to release it. The pace of the sensation increased, as did the speed of their love making until it reached a fevered pitch as they both neared their release. Bodies moved fluidly against each other as though they were made to perfectly fit together and when the tempo reached its climax, so did she. Julie tangled her fingers deeply in Elmo’s hair throwing back her head and yelling out his name. Less than a minute later, he joined her in blissful ecstasy though his cry was swallowed by her as her mouth claimed his in another passionate kiss.

Damp, winded and exhausted, they remained as they were for another moment longer. “Mm…” she hummed in contentment, after he rolled off of her. She laid her head on his chest, breathing heavily and feeling hotter than ever.

“So much for trying to cool off,” he chuckled as he kissed her forehead.

“You want to cool off?” Her eyes were shining. “Hmm. Join me in the shower in 2 minutes?”

Yes, Ma’am.