Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 4

Everyone is changing
There’s noone left that’s real
To make up your own ending
And let me know just how you feel
Cause I am lost without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot whistled softly to herself as she wandered around the medium sized, quaint house that Lachlan owned. It was pretty enough, clean, fully furnished. She sighed as she walked to the entrance hall. She had somehow lost Lachlan.
"Lachlan?" She called hopefully, looking up the stairs.
"Yeah?" Came the answer.
"Are you upstairs?" She called again, straining her ears.
"Last door on the left." Margot carefully climbed the stairs, her hand tightly gripping the banister. She turned to the left and made her way down the small hallway, walking straight through the open doorway.
"Hey." Lachlan said softly as he inspected the sparsely furnished room.
"This the spare room?" Margot asked looking around the brightly room with interest.
"I was thinking we could maybe make it into a nursery." He answered as he sat on the sheet less bed.
"Sure." Margot answered, sitting next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, the comfortable weight of her bag settling on her lap. She patted it gently, making sure that the envelope with the ultrasound pictures were in it.
"Mum and dad demand that we be at dinner next week on Wednesday." He said softly, his arm slipping around her waist.
"Why Wednesday?" Margot asked, puzzled.
"They're trying to belittle you. You know like you aren't good enough for them."
"Thanks Lachlan, I feel a lot better."
"Margot, they don't think I'm good enough for them, so it's highly unlikely that you'll be anything other than the girl I got pregnant. Don't worry about it."
"They're your parents Lachlan; you're the apple of their eye."
"Margot, if I was the apple of their eye I doubt they would have kicked me out three hours after I legally turned eighteen."
"You got kicked out on your eighteenth birthday?"
"Yeah."
"Wow and I thought getting a dirty card from my mother sucked."
"Let's not talk about this and go christen the kitchen." Lachlan took her hand and stood, tugging her up into a standing position.
"Let's what?"

~*~*~*~

"What exactly does christening the kitchen involve?" Margot asked as she sat perched on the pristine kitchen counter, her legs swinging back and forth.
"Sex." Lachlan answered as he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her up off the counter. She was thrown roughly over his shoulder as he threw a cloth over the counter. She was placed gently back down and Lachlan removed his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair. He approached her, a predatory look in his eyes. He smiled innocently and Margot noticed how white his teeth were.
"Relax." He cooed softly as he stopped in front of her, his hands on her knees. He gently pushed her legs apart and he leant forward to place a soft, delicate kiss against her forehead. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, the other coming around, underneath his arm to clutch as his shoulder as she felt one of his hands slip down to gently press against her through her jeans. She opened her mouth to say something only to find his lips on her, his tongue lazily drawing patterns against the roof of her mouth. She tightened her grip on him, her fingers digging into his shoulder as his fingers mirrored the patterns he was making with his tongue, pressing against her thighs and jeans. His fingers began fiddling with the button and zip on her jeans as he pressed into her, forcing her to lie back along the counter. He gently removed himself from her.
"Stay here." Margot obeyed, staring up at the pearly white ceiling as she heard him shuffle around the kitchen. Lachlan returned with his jacket, rolling it up into a ball. He slid it under her head and neck.
"That better?"
Margot nodded and Lachlan's lips found her neck. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh at the base and her eyes slid shut as he began sucking, his tongue trailing over the captured skin. She whimpered as he tugged her jeans down, the seams sliding down her suddenly supersensitive skin. His hands fiddled with the bottom of her modest button up shirt before finally tugging the tails at a certain angle. The buttons gently slid out of their button holes and her shirt was pushed off, Lachlan lifting her up to gently slide it off her shoulders. His lips left her neck as he began to trail kisses down her chest. He shifted into a more comfortable position as his lips reached her belly button. Her underwear was slid off and dropped on the floor. Margot wound her fingers in the fabric beneath as his tongue found her clit.
"So this is chri-christening the kitchen then?" Margot asked as she felt his tongue wrap around it before tugging on it, his teeth nipping into it.
"Yep." He said, momentarily releasing her clit before taking an experimental lick. He looked a little like a puppy as she watched him, his head between her thighs, his big brown eyes clouded over a little as he thought. His hands traveled up her thighs as he shifted his head. He wiggled his fingers around a little and she saw him gently work a ring off of his finger.
"Take this." He handed her the ring and she lifted up in front of her face to inspect it. It was heavy and gold and it had a large black stone set into it.
"Is this on-hhh." Margot was interrupted mid sentence as she felt his teeth sink into her thigh at the exact same moment that his fingers worked into her. Lachlan began biting her thighs, leaving hickeys as his fingers pushed in as deep as they could. His fingers weren't long enough to do much and all Margot could feel was them pressing against her inner walls while his tongue laved over her thighs.
"Lachlan." She murmured.
"More, yeah?"
"Yeah."
He worked a few more fingers in, pressing them in further as she arched off the counter, her fingers firmly gripping the fabric beneath her. He wiggled them around a little before pressing against a particularly sensitive spot.
"Again." She demanded.
"Again?" He pressed against it again and he scraped his nail along it, digging in his fingers in a bit more. He hummed to himself as he concentrated, rubbing his fingers against it. She moaned softly and he looked up at her through long, almost feminine lashes. He applied pressure, tension building in the pit of her stomach, she let a feral growl as she came, clamping her inner muscles down around her fingers.
"Fuck Margot." He gently eased his fingers out as he blinked rapidly.
"What?" She asked, trying to even out her unsteady breathing.
"You have no idea how good it feels to have your cunt squeezing around my fingers." He murmured as he stood in front of her, tall and proud, his dark eyes watching her carefully. He pressed his wet fingers against her lips, she paused before parting her lips. Lachlan slipped his fingers inside, pressing himself against the apex of her thighs as she sucked her cum off of his fingers. He watched for a few moments before finally making an observation.
"This is kind of hot."