#cillmequick

'I could tell you 'bout me But you won't understand Get no caller IDs It's the police again No pills to be out But there's no kids around Death knocked down my door Walked in unannounced A line meant two things Since I was like 5'

Masterlist | Part Two

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There was something about turning forty and not wanting the hassle of a night out, that had given her the idea to invite her closest friends over for drinks..

This meant she could dress up but wear her slippers if she wished. That’s how she’d ended up wine drunk at 3am, in a black dress with fluffy slipper socks on, leaning against her kitchen counter surrounded by a group of her friends.

Interrupted by Cillian stumbling into the kitchen, a can of Guinness in his hand, she knew that meant he was horrendously drunk, his usual sober distaste for canned Guinness, long forgotten.

“Birthday girl” he slurred making his way over, arm looped around her shoulder, she fell into his side instinctively “everyone has set up camp in the front room”

She noticed the kitchen empty at his statement, her friends knowing they had only a few seconds before all the comfortable sleeping places had been snatched up.

“Where am I going to sleep? Your work friend has stolen the sofa” Cillian was pouting, his can discarded on the side behind them.

Y/N laughed at his sulking “It’s fine Cill, I locked my room there’s a comfortable king size bed down the hall for us” She patted at his arm, leaving him in the kitchen.

Making her way out into the hall to grab as many blankets and cushions as she could from the cupboard, she dumped them on the living room floor, deciding to let the stragglers be vultures on the pile. Stumbling to the window ledge where her speakers were sat, unplugging the phone from the cord.

Of course it was Cillian’s phone, she thought, noticing the picture of Scout at the beach on his Lock Screen, he had a playlist for everything.

Moments later she returned from the bathroom and slipped into the bed, next to Cillian who was already snoring, shuffling herself close to him, before she joined him in a wine fueled sleep. - Y/N was sure her head was split in two, the searing pain running straight down the middle.

Her mouth was dry and just the thought of opening her eyes made her groan softly into the pillow, she moved slowly under the covers, jumping slightly at the feeling of a firm body against her back.

She wriggled again, trying to move out of the arms enveloping her, “I’m going to need you to stop doing that” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

Y/N giggled as his familiar voice flooded her muzzy head, she moved again, his hand coming to grip at her thigh “Stop” he chuckled.

“Why are we in bed together anyway?” She mumbled, turning to face him, he had one eye open the other fighting against the light “because we drank too much last night” he answered with a slight grimace.

She nodded remembering now how she’d led him down the hall, rambling about her king size bed, just for them to end up curled around each other in the middle of it.

“I’m too old for this type of hangover” he whined, forehead falling against hers. She sighed the slight contact making her head scream in pain again “how do you think I feel? I turned forty yesterday”

Cillian quirked an eyebrow at her, the action sending some kind of warm buzz down south between her legs “uh no, no you don’t get to use that, I’m five years older I get to complain about being old” he smirked.

She pushed her leg through his, her knee lightly grazing across the unmistakable bulge in his boxers, he hissed slightly at contact.

“You’re teasing darling” he hummed, she looked up at him with pleading wide eyes and pouty lips “I have no idea what you mean, Cill” his name dropped from her lips seductively.

He moved suddenly, every part of his body protested, the hangover trying its hardest to warn him away from sudden movements.

Cillian had her on her back in seconds, nudged his knee between her legs so he could settle against her body.

“I didn’t expect to end up in your bed” he spoke softly, her arms wrapped around him, hands against the back of his neck “but here you are, old man” she smiled, a gentle push on the back of his head had their lips connecting.

Her head was spinning, of course she’d thought of this kind of moment with Cillian, but after five years of knowing each other it hadn’t happened. Now here she was under his body, his lips dangerously close to her neck.

“Tell me if this isn’t okay” he hummed, blue eyes locked with hers. Y/N shook her head “i want this, you, want you” she was stumbling over her words “if you’re sure it’s what you want too” she added.

A beaming smile broke across his face “so fucking sure” he replied, lips catching hers, tongues pressing together, teeth clumsily catching.

Cillian pushed his hips down, his solid cock pressed against her throbbing pussy through the material of her clothes, she whined into his mouth.

His hands had found their way under the hem of her top, fingers tweaking her nipples to hard peaks, her skin erupting in goosebumps, he moved from her lips to remove the item that was restricting his view.

“Beautiful” he rasped, eyes lighting up at the sight of her breasts, everything he was doing was making her body burn with desire.

Every slow touch of her nipples, every trace his finger made on her skin, every brush of his lips against hers, ignited the fire in her stomach. - Cillians hands had travelled to her hips, fingers pushed into the elastic of her shorts, she was sure she was dripping for his touch.

He had her shorts pushed to mid thigh, when the loud knock on the bedroom door startled them. They stopped any movement, waiting for whoever it was to leave, but Clara’s voice came next.

“Sleepyhead, we wanted to order breakfast, want anything?” she asked through the door, as Y/N scrambled from the bed, pulling her top back on, adjusting her shorts.

“My usual please” she spoke carefully trying to steady her breath before she opened the door. “I’ll transfer you some money” she smiled at her friend “and does Cillian want anything?” Clara asked, assuming he was in there.

“Uh no thanks Clara” he called, she nodded “I’ll be out in a second” Y/N stepped from the door as Clara gave her a suggestive look, she rolled her eyes before closing the door. - Y/N turned shyly to Cillian, he’d sat up in bed phone in hand, he looked up at her offering a smile “I uh should go, need to let Scout out, my neighbour said he’d feed him but I bet he’s dying for a walk”

She nodded, heart sinking to her stomach, feeling stupid for thinking he actually wanted to go that far with her. Cillian instantly noticed the shift in her energy, he slipped from the warmth of the bed. Y/N couldn’t help but let her eyes flick down to the semi-hard bulge in his boxers, making her stomach flip, she wanted him so much. “Hey, everything alright?” he spoke carefully, stepping across the room to her, she nodded not meeting his gaze “I do want whatever was about to happen, have for a long time if I’m honest” he confessed, she finally looked up at him. “Me too” she whispered, he leant forward to drop a kiss on her lips, his hands squeezing at her hips, nudging his nose against hers, “how about a take away at mine later? a post birthday meal with me and Scout?” he suggested.

Y/N nodded “can I stay over?” she asked biting at her lip she’d never been so bold, “I’ll have to ask Scout, he’s in charge” Cillian winked, she batted at his chest “Get dressed Murphy before I turn down your invitation”

Cillian kissed her once more, before turning to grab his discarded clothes.