Izzy’s P.O.V.

It was roughly dawn now and Melanie sat on the toilet with the lid closed and talked to me as I took a shower. She tried to make out that cleaning my house was more horrific than it should have been by dramatising every situation. I didn’t actually realise that Mel had quite a good sense of humour, not to mention her amazing story telling skills.

When I had finished she quickly left the bathroom to give me privacy to dry myself and she left a freshly cleaned tee-shirt and boxer shorts on the small bathroom bench for me. When I walked out she was right outside the door and she pushed me back in and made me clean my teeth. With a bit of whining I thought I’d deliberately caved in just to make her happy.

“See? Now you’re beautiful and new; clean body, hair, clothes and teeth. Tell me what does it feel like to be clean for the first time in 4 years?” she smirked.

Before my shower, she had one as well and she was now wearing some of my freshly cleaned clothes, and she looked refreshed and... beautiful. She was right up behind me looking at us both in the foggy bathroom mirror and something came over me.

I quickly turned around, placed my hands on either side of her torso and pinned her up against the wall and pressed my lips to hers. She seemed startled at first but as soon as she realised what was happening, she started to kiss back, and she moved her hands to my half wet tousled hair.

Seconds later I lifted her up a little more and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I moved one hand to her back and one up to her head and tangled my fingers in her soft blonde hair.

Trying to multitask, I began to walk as fast as possible back to my bedroom but she suddenly jumped down.

“Wait, what room are you travelling to?” she breathed as she rested her head on my chest.

I smirked. “The bedroom. Why?”

She looked up at me. “I ain’t going in that bed without you changing the sheets first.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

“Hey.” She rested one of her hands on my cheek, which made me look down at her. “If we’re seriously going to do this, I want clean sheets. Dude, think about it, you’ve been sleeping in there with vomit covered clothes and god knows what else.”

I thought about it for a second.

“Oh, I guess you’re right. That’s pretty gross even for my standards...”

I lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers again, placed my hands on her hips and made us shuffle towards the couch; I figured that the couch would be better than a dirty bed; I couldn’t be fucked to change the sheets at the time. Once her legs hit the edge of it she fell down over the end arm and I followed falling right over her, so that we were lying along it with both of our legs hanging over the arm of the couch.

“We’re doing it on the couch now are we?” She questioned in between kisses as she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and I trailed kisses down her neck.

I didn’t reply. I just kept kissing down her neck, to her chest, and I started to lift up her... well my white oversized tee-shirt, and began to kiss up her body on her now exposed torso. She helped and took off the whole shirt and she slipped her feet in the inside of my boxer’s waistband and pushed them down.

Melanie’s P.O.V

Holy shit, fucking hell, is. This. Really. Happening. Right. Now?

Yep.

I’d just pulled down his boxer shorts with my bloody feet for god sakes!

Izzy was now kissing up my chest, to my neck and to my lips once again. Damn he was a great kisser...

I felt Izzy nestle himself in between my legs and he soon put each of his hands on the back of my knees and he brought them up for me to wrap around his waist. He started to kiss me harder and he pressed his hardening crotch into me, making me moan softly into his mouth. Suddenly felt his lips curl against mine, and he started to chuckle.

“What?” I panted.

He laughed a little harder. “Ripley’s licking my foot.”

I propped myself up and peeked over Izzy’s shoulder to see Ripley at the end of the couch practically sucking on one of Izzy’s feet. Izzy dropped his head into the nook of my neck and rested there for a while, until Ripley moved away probably realising that neither of us were going to give her any attention and I soon felt soft kisses on my neck again.

“Thanks again for cleaning my house.” He said in between kisses.

“No problem. Is this my reward is it?” I smirked.

He looked up at me from my collarbone. “Oh babe you have no idea what you’re in for...” he said with the coolest smile.

I couldn’t help but lose it at that.

“What’s so funny?”

I breathed in. “Just the fact that you’re so confident that you think you’re great at sex.”

“But I know I’m great.” He pouted.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?” I smirked.

He now repositioned himself and kneeled in between my opened legs, and suddenly pulled me up from behind my back so that I was sort of straddling him but my legs were wrapped around him and he was kneeling.

“Oh, just the way how all the women pant my name and you know... other things like that... I’m sure you don’t want all the sordid details.” He grinned staring at me straight into my eyes.

“How do you know they weren’t faking it and all they wanted was a bit of Izzy? And to add another notch to their bedpost?” I asked dryly, trying to hold back my smile.

Suddenly, I could see from the soft morning sunlight begin to slowly light up the house, Izzy’s face have a wave panic.

“Dude, I’m joking.” I smiled as I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him gently.

“You’re mean.” He whispered against my lips and I smiled.

I pressed myself down onto Izzy’s lap as we kissed a little more eagerly, and almost immediately I felt him harden again between the thin material of his boxers that I was wearing. From my back, Izzy trailed one of his hands down my bare back and to my butt where he slightly squeezed it, pushing me closer and into him more, and from there he trailed his fingers to my upper thigh and slipped his hand under the boxer material, and not wasting another second he slipped a finger into me. It certainly caught me by surprise and I gasped, gripping onto his tee-shirt, digging my nails into his shoulders and squeezing my eyes shut.

I felt his lips smile just as he left my lips and began to suck on my neck. He also began to push his finger deeper, slowly pulling it and out, giving me waves of pleasure. A really loud and embarrassing moan escaped my lips and he laughed against my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin.

“Told you I was good.” He whispered as he moved from my neck to sternum and eventually my left breast, kissing all the way. He certainly was a good multi-tasker. But I had spoken too soon since after moving to my opposite breast, he pulled his finger out, which made me snap open my eyes, and he gently pushed me down on the couch as he hovered over me. My fingers were now tangled in his hair and I could feel him pull down my boxers.

He laughed quietly. “You look so innocent right now, Mel.”

Really?

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “What do you mean?”

“You’re almost looking at me like you’ve never done this before...” His voice faded towards the end of the sentence and he suddenly looked a little scared. He sat up still looking at me. “You have done this before... haven’t you?”

I was taken by surprise. “Of course! I’m not that much of a prude.” I smiled as I lightly slapped his chest. “And you still have your shirt on, my man.” I grinned as I peeled it off, and Izzy looked relieved and helped me take it off.

But, lets just say I had “never done this before”, would it matter? Is taking someone’s virginity so scary for the other person? I mean I’ve done it once and the next morning the guy never called me back. Yeah, we’ve never talked since...

Izzy crashing his lips into mine braking my trail of thought, and I felt him position himself at my entrance. God, I am so excited about this. I hadn’t had any action for a few months so I was pretty psyched. But no, my brain had to think rather than let pleasure take over, and my body tensed.

“Wait!” I said a little too loud. “Do you have a condom?” I whispered the next sentence.

Izzy looked at me blankly, until, without warning, he jumped off me and waddled with his boxers around his knees to the bathroom. And then I remembered when I was cleaning that there was the box of tampons and an empty box of condoms... fuck. I face-palmed and got incredibly disappointed. I mean I guess we could still have sex without protection, but let’s just remember that he’s a rocker, and god knows what he’s got, and I wasn’t going to risk it.

As I was lying on the couch naked, I pulled my knees to my chest because I was getting cold, and I soon heard “FUCK!” come from the bathroom.

Izzy walked in with his boxers now pulled up and he looked embarrassed.

“Um... not I haven’t but we can still... you know... do it...”

I sighed, un-balled and began to pull on my clothes. After I was clothed, I walked over to Izzy and wrapped my arms around his bare torso, linking both my hands together behind him and I went up on my tippy toes to give him a kiss.

“Looks like we’ll have to go down to the shops later, dude.”

He smiled a sexy smile, as usual. “I love how you call me dude.”

I looked away shyly. “Really?” I let go of him and walked to the kitchen area to stick my head under the sink tap for a drink of water. I nearly choked on my water when I felt two hands on my butt, squeezing me.

I stood up straight and Izzy nestled his head into my hair near my ear, and rested his hands on my hips.

“Yeah, however you say it, it turns me on. It’s a lot better than calling me ‘babe’ or ‘honeybuns’ or something.” He chuckled.

I laughed quite hard at that. “Honeybuns?” I gasped, still losing it.

“Yeah, what’s so funny about that?” He smirked.

“Does that mean someone before has called you that?” I probed, spinning around smirking at him, with my hands resting on the sink edge behind me.

“Yes.” He grinned. “Axl calls me that everyday.” He tried to say blankly but failed, absolutely pissing himself and he bent over.

It was pretty funny but a strange response.

When he had finished, he looked at me with soft eyes, and was about to kiss me, but he stopped when a loud gurgle came from my gut; it almost sounded like a whale mating call.

He smirked. “Hungry are we?” He kissed me. “Looks like we’ll just have to go shopping after all.”

Well... how was that? Getting a bit steamy back there, eh? ;)

Sorry it’s been a decade since I updated but school’s come back and so far the work hasn’t been an overload, but it’s enough to stop me from Wattpadding.

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