Sympathy for the devil

Sympathy for the Devil

Summary: You and Sands have been together for three years and decide to celebrate by going to France for a week. But is everything as peachy as it seems? Just an excuse for another shag-fest, really. But an actual plot, this time. Shock-horror. ;-)

Rating: NC-17. Graphic. Rape/semi- consensual I want to be on the safe side so I thought I’d mention it. Don’t read if you get offended by this. You have been warned!

AN If I get reviews for this then I’m writing the 4th sequel, but I’ll make the stories into an actual series instead of tons of sequels. And if anyone wants me to write a story they have floating around in their head, just let me know- I do write non-smut but I tend to write more NC-17 because I find it more fun.
P.S. I have tweaked minor bits. Nothing really noticeable.

Review Review Review. Then review some more. Pretty please.

This series is dedicated to Hunter. S. Thompson
1937-20.02.05


“Mph. What?” You mumble as Sands nudges you from the next seat.
“The stewardess just said that we’ll be landing in an hour.”
“Already?”
“Well, you’ve been asleep the last four hours. I’ve been sat awake, listening to Britney Spears on this bloody radio because I can’t find the bloody switch to change the bloody f*cking channel.” You fight the urge to laugh.
“I’m sorry, Babe. Here.” You take his hand, open a flap in the arm of the chair and touch his fingers to the tuner. You could swear he sighs in relief.
You close your eyes and lean back in the chair, trying to get cosy but you find you can’t get comfortable. You open your eyes and find them drawn straight ahead at the stewardess, whose eyes are locked on Sands. Amazingly, she doesn’t notice you watching her.
“Babe. There’s a stewardess looking at you with a look on her face that screams ‘come f*ck me’” Sands pulls the headphones off and turns to you, a smirk on his face. “Jealous, Babe?”
You scoff but know he’s not buying it. “No.”
“Yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“I can tell by the sound of your voice.”
“Oh...” Sands rubs your thigh with his hand and whispers, “Give us a kiss.” Your lips tug up at the corners and you lean over, placing a short but sweet kiss on his lips. You pull back and glance over at the stewardess, whose eyes have narrowed at the display. “She still looking?”
“Yeah,” Sands pulls you to him, one hand tangled in your hair and the other resting at your neck, meeting your lips passionately, his tongue delving between your lips. You break away, panting.
“Did you say you were cold?” You ask and jump up from your seat, pulling out a blanket from the overhead compartment.
“Not that I remem...” Sands trails off as you drape the blanket across your laps and move your legs so they are laying sideways on his thighs, facing him and the window. You snuggle up for a few minutes and Sands rests his head back on the chair.

He knows what you are going to do and lifts up the arm rest between you. After a few odd looks from passengers in the next isle at the position you’re in, you start to wonder if this was such a good idea. Oh well.
You can just about see the stewardess from the corner of you eye but can’t tell if she's still watching. You slowly slide your left arm, hidden from view, down under the blanket to Sands’ crotch. He shifts closer as you massage the growing bulge in his jeans. You flick the button undone and undo the zip slightly, but it makes a loud noise and you can’t help but look around to see if anyone heard. The closest man to you is asleep in the next aisle and you sigh in relief. You take your time unzipping the rest of the zip and slip your hand inside, making as little movement as possible.

Sands bites his lip as your hand touches his erection, still confined in his tight trousers. You carefully release him from the restriction of his jeans but worry that someone would still notice if they walk past, so you lean over and meet Sands’ lips with yours, covering anything that might have been visible with your body. Your fingers move carefully over the velvety skin, tracing veins with barely-there touches and Sands bites your lip painfully as you brush the head of his erection.

You are surprised and only just fight the urge to jump when nimble fingers ply their way between your closed thighs. Fingers press against your core and you allow your hand to close around his erection firmly. Sands lets the breath leave his body as your hand moves on him. He presses against your clit harder through your trousers, and the muscles in your legs twitch dangerously. You can feel your breathing getting heavier but its as if you have no control over it. Sands pulls his lips away from yours and buries his head in your neck. You can feel him clenching his jaw for a few moments and screwing his face up as he tries to hold in any sounds and only manages to let out a quiet grunt into the soft skin of your exposed neck, his fingers still moving over your clit.
You desperately want to scream at the tension that’s building up inside you and bury your head in Sands’ neck. You bite your tongue as you try to keep quiet. “Oh God. I can’t hold it in. Stop, Sheldon.” You whisper desperately and sigh in relief as he stops his ministrations and whispers, “Want to join the mile high club?”
“I thought we were already members?”
“Then we should re-register,” He said seriously, “go to the first toilet in front of us. I’ll be there in a second.”
You nod, knowing he can feel it against his shoulder and zip up your jeans quietly before standing up and almost running to the toilet, the added friction as you walk, almost as stimulating as Sands’ fingers. You don’t apologise as you rush past an old lady and jog her arm, just focus on getting to the bathroom without screaming. The stewardess hasn’t moved and gives you an odd look as you rush up the isle to the bathroom and slam the door behind you.

You lean against the door and try to calm your breathing. There’s a knock at the door and you shuffle in the small space, sitting down on the closed toilet seat, the throb still in your core as you open the door and Sands squeezes inside. You both manage to shut the door and start to rip at each other’s clothes. Literally. Sands tears the buttons off your shirt in his rush to undress you. Clothes get trodden on, or dumped in the tiny wash basin and suddenly you find your breath leave your body as Sands pushes you against the wall and ravishes your mouth with his tongue. Awkwardly, he sinks to his knees and urges you to lift your left leg. You brace yourself against the sink, using your leg to keep you steady as Sands leans in to lick at your exposed flesh. He laps at your juices before wriggling his tongue inside your heat, making you gasp for breath and clutch his hair in your hands. So silky. Sands slides back up your body and into your heat as he meets you lips again. He tries to keep a steady rhythm but after a few minutes gives up and starts thrusting into you deeply and quickly. “Faster!” You manage to make the word escape your lips somehow.
Sands grips your hips and keeps himself inside you whilst guiding you onto his lap as he sits on the toilet seat. You shake as you allow yourself to sink fully onto him, his balls pressing into your ass, now soaked by your juices; your hands gripping onto anything they can find to keep you from melting at the sensations into a puddle on the floor.

Sands grips your hips and helps you to rock on him, rubbing your clit into his course pubic hair. You reach your climax before Sands who grunts in frustration. You lift off of his erect cock, shining with slickness and shift forward slightly, hoping to surprise him as you bite your lip and wince at the slight discomfort of lowing your ass onto Sheldon’s cock. Sands lets out what can only be described as a whimper and you squeeze him with your muscles and are rewarded with another whimper. “Babe. You’re killing me. Your so f*cking tight like this.” You squeeze again and Sands grips your hips tightly, lifting you and thrusting up into your ass. Small moans escape your lips and Sands grunts every time he pushes into you, seeking his release. You feel your own climax nearing again and close your eyes, focusing on the feelings.
The friction as Sands cock thrusts roughly into you. The fingers digging deeply into your skin, making bruises and the teeth that are now nibbling your nipple. You feel your orgasm creeping closer slowly but suddenly Sands bites your nipple hard and you shriek in pain but at the same time, his hand covers your mouth and your orgasm washes over you, clenching on Sands, your fingers caressing his naked torso.

You let your lips glide over his face, lifting his glasses and softly kissing each eyelid.

***

The morning after you arrive, you wake up and stretch, spreading your arms and legs over a sleeping Sands. Or so you thought before he grabs your waist and tickles you side mercilessly for minutes. Thoroughly awake, you announce, “I’m going down to take full advantage of the pool before breakfast,” as your giggles subside.
“I’ll join you.” He leans in to kiss you but you lean back and clamp a hand over you mouth, exclaiming “Morning breath!” before rushing to the bathroom to clean your teeth, hearing his chuckle between rooms. Sands follows suit and you find yourself contemplating whether a couple cleaning their teeth together naked, is intimate or just plain weird.

***

After some laps in the pool and a quickie in the Jacuzzi while no one was looking, You and Sands finally make it to breakfast.
You are just about to dig into your omelette when Sands places a small box in front of you, a sly smile on his face. “What’s this?” You ask.
“Just a present for you on our anniversary.”
“Aw, thank you, Babe.” You say and lean over, pecking him on the lips. You tear into the paper and as soon as you catch a glimpse of the picture on the side, you gasp, your face turning red and cover it with your hands hoping the people on the next table didn’t see.
“Sheldon!”
“Do you like it?” His smile widens into a grin.
“I’m sure I’ll reap the full benefits later! I can’t believe you!” You chuckle and shake your head, peering between your hands at the photo of a pink remote controlled vibrator on the side of the box. You slide the box into your back, a smile on your lips and take off your shoe. You see Sands tense, his fork halfway to his mouth when you place your foot on his knee gently and slowly start to massage his leg higher up. He shifts on his chair and clenches his jaw before carrying on eating, trying not to act as if anything is happening. Your foot reaches his crotch and rubs his growing erection. Insatiable. When he is fully hard you suddenly stop and you hear a noise catch in his throat as he is about to protest. “I need the bathroom, Babe. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You pick up your bag and start to leave, grinning. You get just past the next table when “I’ll come too!” reaches your ears and you stop, watching Sands awkwardly carry his jacket in front of his crotch and stiffly walk in your direction. You take his arm and hold in a laugh.
Guiding him to the bathroom you say, “Wait here.” You go to let go of Sands’ arm, but he doesn’t let you. “I need, the toilet, Sheldon!”
“Where is the bathroom?”
“Right her-” Sands reaches out and finds the door, pulling you through it and pushing you back up against the door when you are inside. He kisses you passionately but stops suddenly when a voice says, “Excuse me, please.” You feel your face turn red and apologise meekly as you let the woman out of the bathroom. Sands chuckles before kissing you again. You guide your bodies over to a cubicle and lock the door behind you. “Your such a cock tease.”
“I know.” You undo his flies and drag his jeans down to his ankles, leaning in and lapping at the tip of his rock hard cock. You slide the tip between your lips and relax you throat muscles before taking him to the back of your throat, taking the hand in your hair, pushing your head further as a good sign. You bob you head back and forth, using your tongue to increase the friction. You start to hum a jaunty tune and within moments, your mouth is filled with something almost as good as chocolate. You swallow as much as you can, licking up the few drops that escape and trickle out the corners of your mouth.
“What about you, Babe?” He asks breathlessly.
“I’m fine. Wait for me outside-I still need the toilet.”

***

You place the tiny remote control in Sands’ hand as you come out of the bathroom and he grins voraciously, making you feel as if you are walking about naked. It’s all good.

***

Who knew France had Starbucks? You are sitting down to coffee when Sands decides it might be fun to try out the new toy. You tear the tops off two sachets of sugar and as you are about to tip them into your latte, a powerful vibration is released from the remote control vibrator and instead of going into your cup, the sugar spill over the table as you jump. Sands snorts quietly, smug grin on his face. You glare at him, even though he can’t see it. “I’m glaring right now. That was mean.” You say.
“I know.” You roll your eyes to yourself and go to take a sip of your bitter drink. Damn it! Another vibration causes you to jump and the coffee goes down the wrong hole, choking you. You splutter and cough, turning a few heads and whack Sands on the arm.
“What was that for?” He asks innocently. You curb the overwhelming urge to throttle him, “Drink your coffee, I want to have a look at some of the old cobbled streets before we go back to the hotel.”
You leave the coffee house with your arms linked and ‘forget’ to warn Sands about the curb in front of him before he trips. He stumbles dangerously and you see his jaw clench.
“Whoops.” You say in explanation.
“Yeah.” he grinds out between clenched teeth

***

After you let Sands trip, he hasn’t spoken much. A few hours ago he mumbled something about going down to the bar for a drink and you haven’t seen him since. You change into a knee length red skirt, knee high boots, plain white top and a red jacket before going to the hotel bar. You know you must have upset him, but in a way, he did deserve it.
You find Sands sitting in the corner of the bar, alone. In front of him there are one...two...nine empty glasses and the barman is currently pouring a double Jack Daniels into a new glass. Sands doesn’t notice you until you sit on the stool beside him. “Fuck off.”
“It’s me.” You say quietly.
“Oh. Going to push me off my stool?” He snorts and downs the rest of the fiery liquid.
“I didn’t realise you’d...I’m sorry, okay? It was a stupid thing to do.”
“Yeah.”
“Haven’t you had enough to drink? I thought we came here so we could spend more time together.”
“You know what? You’re right.” He smiles and takes your hand, leaning over the bar and whispering something to the barman, who nods. Sands tugs you behind the bar and through a door, out into an alley. He closes the door and presses you up against it before you know what’s happened. He leans in and gently nibbles at your lips. You let your mouth hang open, teasing his lips with your tongue. His hands caress your body through your clothes and he slides your coat off to puddle on the damp floor. You want to protest because the coat cost you a weeks wages, but the feelings he’s provoking in your body, merely from his kisses, are positively sinful.
He lifts you in the deserted alley and moves you further along the wall before pushing you against it roughly. You wince in pain at the feeling of the bricks. Sands lifts both your legs and you wrap them around his waist. In his rush, he rips your panties off, tearing them and letting the scrap of material flutter to the floor. His nibbles to your lips soon become bites and you can’t help but get even more turned on as he moves his mouth to your collar bone. He unzips his pants and frees his throbbing cock, rubbing it over your opening before thrusting inside you roughly. A cross between a squeak and a shout is forced from your lungs as you move your hips as best as you can in this position. Sands’ thrusts get rougher and harder, which doesn’t bother you in the least, but the burning sensation on your back as Sands moves you harder against the wall, really is.
“Sheldon,” you gasp, “My back is burning, don’t press so hard.” He grunts but doesn’t relent. You can feel the cold bricks against your skin and know that there are tears in the back of your top. “Sheldon, you’re hurting me.” He moves his head up to face level and bites your ear sharply. “Stop it, Sheldon,” you can hear the tremble in your voice. This time, not from lust or passion. You can feel the burning in your back become almost unbearable and push at his shoulders, letting your legs drop to the floor heavily. Sands stumbles back a bit, enough for you to move away from him. You can feel your eyes stinging as you bend to pick up your coat, pulling your skirt down with your other hand.
You turn to face Sands, your vision blurry with salty tears. He stands with one hand against the wall, his cock hanging out from his pants and looking disorientated.
You clench your jaw in pain as you put on your coat and go back to your room, through the bar, hoping someone goes out and finds him like that.

***

“I’m sorry.” A voice whispers behind you. You close your eyes and let your fingers continue to press the keys, the soft melody floating around the empty lounge, the words echoing inside your head.

Don’t you cry tonight,
I still love you baby,
Don't you cry tonight,
Don't you cry tonight there's a heaven above you baby,
And don’t you cry tonight,

And please remember,
That I never lied.
And please remember,
How I felt inside now, honey.
You gotta make it your own way,
But you’ll be alright now, sugar.
You'll feel better tomorrow,
Come the morning light, now baby.

Fingers brush your shoulder and you flinch from the touch.

Focus on the tune.

Silence.

A hand rests on your shoulder and strokes your back softly, but you feel almost sick at the touch and stand up abruptly, moving away from Sands. “Please, just don’t touch me,” you whisper hoarsely.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t...”
“Yeah, well sorry doesn’t really cut it, Sheldon. It really hurt. You really hurt me.”
“I realise that, I just...I guess I had a bit too much to drink.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“I know. I know...” he whispered, “Let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything, just...”
“You want to know what you can do? You can leave me alone.” You push away from the piano and almost run from the room, leaving Sands alone in the dark lounge.

***
After spending hours pacing your hotel room the next night, wondering where Sands is, as you haven't seen him since you stormed out, you wrap your silk dressing gown around your slip and quietly tiptoe into the hall, closing the door softly behind you. There shouldn’t be anyone awake, it’s half past two in the morning, but you never know.

A beautiful, haunting melody floats out from the piano in the lounge. You frown and creep closer to the door, opening it and slipping inside. Your eyes widen when you see Sands at the piano. The notes to a tune, sounding suspiciously like Craig Armstrong reaches your ears as you stand by the door watching for what seems like minutes. The click of the door closing behind you makes you jump and you notice Sands’ head tilts at the noise, but his playing doesn’t falter. You pad through the tables slowly to the stage, stopping a few metres behind Sands.
His playing stops.
“I’m sor-” He whispers.
“-You didn’t tell me you could play...” you cut in. Sands hangs his head, then stands up and turns to face you.
“I lo-”
“-So where have you be-”
“-Would you just keep your bloody mouth shut for a minute?” He says louder and you blink in surprise at his tone. He steps towards you and you take a step back unconsciously. Your foot slips on the edge of the stage and before your know what’s happening, you feel yourself falling backwards but suddenly an arm is around your waist. You find yourself encircled in strong arms, against Sands’ chest and push away from him, putting distance between you.
He reaches out to you, “Would you sit down?” You don’t move. “Please?” You move stiffly over to the piano stool and sit down, crossing your legs and your arms expectantly.
“I am so sorry about the other night. I admit that I had too much to drink. It won’t happen again. I need you to know something...” Sands crouched on the floor, in front of you, “I love you. You are the first person I have ever said that to and meant it. God, I love you so much. You’re perfect. You can put up with my mood swings and you can put me in my place,” he chuckles quietly. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, to me. I love the sound of your voice, the smell of your skin, your hair, the taste of your lips. I love how you never give up. I love that you are the strongest person I have ever known.”
You can feel your bottom lip start to quiver and your eyes start to sting and swallow harshly in an attempt to stop them.
“I miss not being able to look into your eyes and tell exactly what you’re thinking. I hate not knowing if you’ll ever forgive me for the other night.” Sands’ voice was starting to grow hoarse from emotion and you can’t stop the two tears that escape your eyes. You go to swipe at the tears on your cheek, but your arm is drawn to Sands, whose head is slightly bowed.
He is startled when your hand cups the side of his face and your thumb wipes at his own tears. You try to find your voice, “I...I just need to know that...”
“Never again. I promise.”
“Good. You know, you’re going to have to suck up some more, right?” Sands smiles, “I was going to ask you the other night at dinner but...I-I wanted to ask you...” You had never seen him stutter before. Sands dug his hand in his back pocket and pulled out a silver ring, laced with diamonds. “It’s not what you think...not really. It was my mother’s eternity ring. I wondered if you would wear it for me?”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Will you?”
“Of course.” You whisper.

***

You lay in bed beside Sands, twisting the ring on your finger. It was a bit big, but it was stunning. Eternity is a long time. You and sands had lain together when you got back to the room and you knew that he had consciously not made a move and you had been grateful for that at the time, but here you are sitting awake, thinking about him and the ring. You know that he’s not the marriage type of person. But this ring meant a lot to him, he had told you before that it was his mother’s most prized possession. This was his way of saying that he wanted us to be together almost like a married couple-that he now considered us married even though we wouldn’t go through any formalities.
He looks so peaceful sleeping beside you, his eyes closed, minus the glasses-like a regular person. He doesn’t have the nightmares anymore. You no longer stay awake at night whispering comforts and soothing noises. You sigh and fidget again.

***

The hotel is silent as you pad up to the piano and settle in-front of the keys. A sheet of music is already propped on the stand so you play from that, watching the diamonds in the ring glint as you play; oblivious to the person standing behind you until their shoe scuffs against the floor. You stop playing abruptly and spin around.

Sands.

“I got lonely up there.” he says.
You smile faintly. You see Sands about to say something but cut in, “I know you’re sorry. Stop apologising. I forgive you.” Sands smiles and you stand up and meet his lips sweetly, tasting coffee and liquorice. You let your hands rest on his back under his t-shirt, noticing the skin rise to your touch. “Make love to me, Sheldon.” You whisper against his lips. He takes your hand and starts to lead you back to the room, “No. I mean here...” Sands lips curve into a smile and he pulls you to him, your lips meeting again. You shuffle back until the back of your legs hit the stool and Sands leans forward, making you lean back over the keys and on top of the closed lid of the grand piano, your lips never leaving his. Sands grips your hips and lifts you higher, making you jump as he hits some keys with his elbow. You snigger against his lips and he smiles against yours. Sands kneels on the stool, pressing you into the piano, the cold, smooth surface beneath you, a total contrast to the warm, soft body on top of you.
Sands takes his time, undoing your gown, caressing your skin, through your slip. You are mewling on the piano before he even begins to slide his hands underneath the silk.
He scrunches your slip up, draping it around your waist, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. Sands bends over and blows a stream of cold air on your heated skin, making the air leave your lungs instantly. “Sheldon...” you whisper. He presses a finger to his lips indicating you to be quiet, then directs his ‘gaze’ at the door. You follow his movement and swear under your breath when you see you didn’t shut the door properly and it’s open about four inches. Sands covers your mouth with his own again, all thoughts fleeing your brain. He slides his hand under your back but as he presses into your back to bring you closer to him, you can’t help the small whimper of discomfort at having him press your back. He pauses in his ministrations. “I’m sor-”
“I know you are.” You insist and drag his head down to meet your lips again. He is careful with your back, caressing it as gently as possible, paying more attention to your sides where he knows is one of your most sensitive spots. You shiver as he drags blunt fingernails from under your arm down to your thigh. He moves down to nibble at the soft skin of your sides and dips his tongue into your belly button as he moves to your other side to repeat the attention. Somewhere along the line he undid his pants, because suddenly her lavishes kisses up the centre of your body to your lips and you feel his length nudging at your entrance, silently asking permission. “Please...” you whisper.
A long moan is drawn from both of your lips as he slides his whole length deep into your warmth and moans your name into your shoulder. Your fingers flex on his shoulders and you lift your hips slightly, showing him what you want. He starts to move inside you and you let your eyes close, allowing the sensations to vibrate through your body. In. Out. Your back arches, a hand squeezes one breast and a pair of lips start on your other nipple, tugging, licking and sucking gently between teeth. The smell of him is intoxicating. Coffee. Shampoo. And something purely Sands. You move your hands and let your fingers slide through, then grip his hair, keeping him in this position. You bring your legs up, linking them around his waist increasing the friction. Despite you wanting his mouth to stay on your breast, Sands licks a trail up between your soft mounds and your neck, capturing your lips briefly and whispers, “I love you” He seizes your lips more passionately, exploring as he has done so many times, with his tongue. You whisper those three loving words back between kisses. Slowly the tingling in your body grows to a hum, which subsequently makes your body almost vibrate with sensations. You feel the tingling in your toes and your fingertips and fingers start to stroke your clit, and you can feel your orgasm building up, ready to drown you. It doesn’t disappoint. You cry out and shake almost violently as the wave of pleasure smothers you. Your back arches off the piano, your mouth and eyes fly open. Sands doesn’t stop thrusting, or massaging your clit and you just have time to gasp for breath as another orgasm crashes over you, unhinging you. Pink and orange spots briefly appear before your eyes as sensations explode in your body.
Sands grunts and empties himself inside you, resting his body on top of you, both of you panting as if you had just run the marathon.
Your sensitised skin makes the silk slip now pushed up around your shoulders, feel rough under your skin. Sands slides out of you and you both moan at the feeling. You feel the warm trickle leak out from between your thighs, making your legs stickier. You let your legs fall down from around Sands waist and you both laugh as you hit a few keys on the piano.

***

“It’s beautiful”
“I can imagine”
Sands tightens his arms around your waist, “Love you, you know that?”
“I do. I love you too. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“So.”
“So what?”
“Describe it?”
“Hmm?”
“What does Paris look like?”
“It’s beautiful”
“Like you?”
“Not quite as nice.” You giggle and turn in Sands arm, kissing him softly yet passionately, leaning against the railing.
There you stand locked in each other’s arm for the afternoon, describing what Paris looks like from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The End?

AN. I don’t know if France has Starbucks. Sorry it took so long. Please review I only had 1 for my last story :-( and I work really hard to make these as good as I can get them. If you take time to read, please take time to review. Thankyou!

Also, I was influenced by The Astronauts Wife and Pretty Woman. It’s pretty obvious where :-)

Yeah, so review! Review! Review! Then I might be tempted to write another story. With a plot :-)

What do YOU want to see happen in the next (Sands/OC) story? Let me know.

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