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Birthday Love

By: LoneGirl



The paved streets of London shone under the soft rays of the winter sun. A crisp, sunny winter's day was a rarity in the country, given the gloomy weather and the rainfall it received in this particular season, but today was a different sight altogether. The sun was bright, if not strong, and the nippy wind refreshed me as it hit my face and travelled down my nostrils. I pulled the scarf more snugly around my neck and exhaled deeply. It was my favourite day of the year. So what if I'd been trying to get a taxi for the past fifteen minutes?

It's funny, but even after more than seven years of working with the most successful band of the UK and a world-famous record label, I still didn't have a car. Funnier was the fact that I knew how to drive and also had a license, but truth be told, I couldn't afford to maintain a car. I didn't make millions, and I had better uses for what I earned. And I didn't need a car either. While on the road, I'd either be in tour buses or in chauffeur-driven cars, and back home, I was most comfortable with the public transport system. Even on days when I had a terrible time getting a taxi.

I looked down at the shopping bags in my hands, wondering when I had last shopped so much. There were two bags full of groceries, another had fresh flowers and the other contained the dress I had picked up on a whim. Reaching home, I had so much to do before the guests arrived.

I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. Yes, I was alive and fit enough to throw a birthday party for my man. I couldn't be more grateful.

I finally managed to hail a passing taxi and hopped in, telling the driver where to go. I kept the bags by the side and sank back in the seat. As cold as last night had been, the morning was balmy despite the chill. The thought of last night made me smile. The lads had played a late night-early morning gig at one of London's most fashionable clubs, and then rung in the frontman's birthday with cake and champagne. He had crept into the house at about 4 a.m. and snuggled in bed beside me. When I left at nine, he was still fast asleep.

The sound of my ringing phone coming from inside my bag caught my attention. I unzipped my shoulder bag and fished out my phone, smiling when I saw the name. My plan had worked. He had woken up to my voice even when I was away.

"Good morning, birthday boy," I smiled down the line, "Slept well?"

"Your voice sounds even more delicious when it's recorded," the tired yawn made me realise he was still sleepy, "The automated, personalised birthday wish was good to wake up to but I would've loved waking up with you in my arms."

"I had told you I had lots of shopping to do this morning. My hands are full."

"How far are you?"

"About twenty minutes away. Now, get up and fetch your gift."

"I thought the party's the gift?"

"You'll love this one even better. Now, if you go and look in my underwear drawer you might just find it."

"You mean to tell me you've bought me lingerie for my birthday?! I bet I'll look very pretty in it although I'm not sure it'll fit me."

I laughed wholeheartedly down the phone. "I don't know what's more disturbing─ you thinking I've bought you underwear for your birthday or that you'd actually look pretty in it."

"Hey! You know just as well as me that I look good in anything. I'm sure I could pull it off!" he chuckled, as I heard him pulling the drawer open.

"Oh, trust me, I know." I giggled, shaking my head. "So, have you found the present yet?"

"I'm just looking through your underwear right now... where have you... aha! found it!" he beamed, "This is beautifully wrapped. What is it?" 

"Open it and you'll find out," I mused, anxious to hear whether he would like my present or not. It hadn't been easy buying a birthday present for a man who more or less had everything.

There was a momentary pause, followed by a delighted cry. "Kitten, you've got me tickets for the Royal Ascot Races?!"

"I know the only place you love to be other than the stage or the studio is the racecourse."

"I can't believe this..." the happiness was evident from his voice, "I haven't been to the Ascot in years. Thank you so much, baby. This is the best present ever. The only thing that can top this now is getting a birthday kiss from you."

My stomach flipped at the delight in his voice. I was so relieved he liked the gift.

"I'm so happy you love it," I smiled, "I'll see you in a while."

As I tip-toed inside the house and quietly shut the door behind me, I wondered if he was still in bed. I kept the bag with the dress on the sofa, went into the kitchen and kept the groceries and replaced the old flowers in the house with the fresh ones. When I went near the bedroom and opened the door, I saw him asleep on his stomach, looking adorable as hell. The tickets, the colourful wrapper and his phone lay near his face. Shrugging off my jacket, I gently strode into the room and crept into bed. I leaned over his body and pressed a noisy kiss on his left cheek.

"You don't know how much I love this day," I whispered into his ear, nuzzling his neck with my face, "I've arranged for everything, since you don't intend to leave the bed today."

"I'd love that," he mumbled, reaching out to tangle his fingers in my hair, "But as a birthday gift, you've got to be here with me."

I kicked off my shoes and lay against his body, entwining my legs with his. "If I lie here all day," I giggled, resting my face against his back, "Then there will be no party today."

"Doesn't matter. I just need you to make my birthday perfect."

"I've bought two bags full of groceries and the restaurant's already been asked to cater the food tonight. There's no going back, okay?"

"Two bags of groceries?!" his eyes shot open and he turned on to his back, looking at my face, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just a couple of desserts. The food is being catered."

I saw his face taking on a worried look. "Have you forgotten you're unwell?" he raised a well-defined eyebrow at me, "You're not going to stand there in the kitchen and bake for hours."

"It won't take hours," I explained.

"I see. What are you baking, may I know?"

"Hey! It's your birthday! Can we not fight? I feel like I haven't baked in years."

"I don't care. You have to be alright and that's the single most important thing to me right now."

"Please," I pleaded, "I want to do this. I just hate being unwell and lazing around all day. And our loved ones are coming... your family, the lads─"

"My family? You-you've invited my family?"

"Yes. I know you haven't met them in a while."

"That's crazy. I spoke to dad right after ending your call. He didn't say anything."

"Surprise," I smiled, my voice falling to a whisper.

That seemed to do it, because he finally relaxed and snaked a lazy arm around my waist. He felt warm and cosy─ that was the best feeling in the world to me.

"So that I don't scold you for overworking yourself, huh?" he laughed softly.

"No. You're anyway going to scold me. But you said you were missing your mom from a few days. So I thought, let's have a small party."

"Who else are coming?"

"Your parents, brother, sister and their families, and the lads and their families."

"That would be a lot of baking."

"Okay, so you're still in the mood to fight," I sighed, pulling myself away from him and sitting up. "I better go."

"Babe." He held my hand and tugged it gently. "Come back."

"It's fine. You're only asking me not to do the things that make me happy. I can live with that."

"Alright, I'm sorry," he pulled me back against his body and wiped off the tears that had just sprouted on the edge of my eyes. "But I'm going to help you. Is that clear?"

I sighed again, sagging on to his chest. "Okay," I let out softly, "But it's your treat..."

"So? As long as you allow me to eat the things you bake, it remains my treat."

I trailed a hand towards his midsection and lightly tapped his belly. "You've got to work out twice as hard tomorrow," I chuckled.

"Oh, that's fine. Since they make us dance in suits, our weight isn't too visible."

I laughed softly, closing my eyes. He had almost managed to spoil my mood. Men just didn't know how to behave on certain occasions.

"How was the gig last night?" I asked, plucking at the print on his t-shirt. 

"Great," he sighed deeply, his stomach rising and falling, "Wish you were there when we rang in my birthday."

"None of the partners were there. Why would I be?"

"You're part of the team, remember? We wouldn't sound half as amazing as we do if you weren't in control. You deserve to be part of the celebrations."

"For me, the real celebration is this." I held his face and planted a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile. He gently gripped my hair and pulled my face closer to his, claiming my lips in a more passionate kiss. I thought I could taste last night's champagne on his tongue or it may have been my imagination.

"I hated to leave you alone last night," he opened his eyes and met my gaze, "The show was too late and─"

"The club opens at midnight," I reminded him.

"Yeah... but still..."

"It's okay. It must be thrilling to return home so late and just creep into bed?"

He frowned slightly, not sure if I really meant it or if I was mocking him. "Did I disturb you?" he asked.

"No." I bent over him, knotting my fingers in his short, brown strands. 

"I found it nice when I felt you snuggled against me sometime early this morning," I said, "It made me smile in my sleep."

"Uh-huh," he pulled me closer until our lips brushed, "Have I told you what it does to me when I come to bed and feel your soft, warm body against mine?"

"You haven't," I grinned naughtily, "Tell me now."

"Well..." he held one of my hands and guided it down his body, until it rested on his erection through his boxers. "This is what you do to me, baby," he whispered, looking into my eyes. 

My breath hitched for a moment. He was so hard. What was it about men that made them wake up erect?!

"I've neglected you, haven't I?" I said sadly, keeping my head on his chest while my hand fondled his erection, "How long have we been apart?"

"You were too ill and too weak," he soothed, his fingers coursing through my hair, "Sex was out of question for you in that condition." He paused, but not his fingers. "I'm not one of those men who have sex on their minds always."

"But right now, you do."

I looked up at him and he gazed down at me. His smile said it all. "Very well," I announced, lifting my legs to take off my stockings. He craned his neck to see what I was doing.

"W-what will you do?" he asked, raising himself on his elbows. He sounded surprised but I knew he was faking it.

"Relax, baby," I cooed, perching myself in between his strong legs and gently pulling off his underwear, "Today is your day."

Admitting defeat, he dropped his body back on the bed, letting out a soft sigh. "You love doing this, don't you?" he laughed quietly.

"What?" I murmured innocently. His boxer shorts had been discarded and I was just beginning to examine his erect manhood.

He was right. I did love doing this. Lie in between his legs and study every nerve and muscle of his member, from its base to its very sensitive head. And I knew from the sounds he made that he loved it equally.

I caressed his erection with my hands and mouth, making him harder in the process. I purred my delight like a cat with a bowl of cream and my heart soared at the sighs that escaped his lips. He was so strong, so handsome, so tender. And he was mine. All mine.

"Did I ever tell you that I was already in love with you even before I actually met you?" he asked softly, his eyes closed and face pointing up at the ceiling. I let his mushroomed head out of my mouth.

"You were?" I queried, looking up at him. He nodded."I thought your brother must've told you about it."

"Nah. He didn't. But I think I knew."

"Come closer, kitten," he beckoned, reaching down to caress my hair. I rose on my hands and knees and crawled along the length of his body, purring with pleasure as I covered his body with mine.

"I knew practically everything about you even without meeting you," he smiled unmindfully, bunching my hair to one side, "And you about me."

"But not as much as you knew about me," I said, "My brother's your best friend and before you came, he was the closest person to me. It's a no-brainer that he'd tell you all about me."

"And make me fall for you. Hard."

I lifted my head to look at his face, questions burning in my eyes. "Do you regret it?" I asked, hesitantly, "Given a choice, would you want to be with someone better?"

"Better than you?!" his eyes widened, "You're a diamond, kitten. No girl could even come close to what you are... Your brother used to tell me about you and I'd think, 'Christ, why does such a sweet girl have such a pathetic life and why does no one do anything to help her?' And the moment I first set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one. Clichéd maybe, but true. You felt like a part of my soul from the very beginning."

I gave him a relieved smile and sank against his chest. "Do you have any regret?" he questioned, wrapping his arms closer around my body, "Would you want somebody else given a choice?"

"You're everything I could ever ask for. Why would I?"

"You're so much more talented and accomplished than I am. I just sing soppy love songs and make money. But you... you are so versatile, your world is so varied, so much more meaningful. Don't you ever feel I'm not good enough for you?"

"Our interests and passions are different, that's all. You sing and race horses and run your business back home. I write, sing, mix sound and do volunteer work. Simple."

"But you've worked so hard to be where you are today. Mine was just a stroke of luck. I wouldn't be able to achieve even a fraction of what you have had the band not happened."

"You always wanted to be a singer," I gently patted his chest, "And your mom was the person to take the first step, calling up music managers and trying to get official recognition for the band. With your talent and all that support, you─ and the other lads─ would be here even without luck."

I heard him laughing softly and looked up at his face. "What's funny?"

"Remember when you first started working with us?" he said, "The lads─ including your brother─ couldn't stop sniggering whenever they caught me staring at you from the recording booth. They all knew the attraction was mutual and it was only a matter of time before it became something more."

Unbeknownst to him, I had already pulled down my knickers and tossed them to the floor.

"Tell me about it," I smiled, "I found it difficult to concentrate when you nailed perfect note after note with your eyes fixed on me." I gave him a shy glance. "You did know how to make me go weak in the knees."

"Oh yeah? And the things you did to me? I hadn't seen any inch of your skin until we got into a proper relationship but I often found myself wondering, 'If that girl is so passionate in her daily affairs, she must be fire between the sheets.'"

I couldn't stop my laughter on hearing that. "So you are one of those men with sex on their minds always," I laughed harder, bending over him and straddling his hips. He frowned slightly but was soon laughing along with me.

"I couldn't believe my ears─ and my luck─ when you said you were a virgin," he said, removing my hair from my face.

"Why?"

He couldn't answer as I pulled up my skirt and with a wiggle of my hips, held his erection and engulfed him easily. I was so wet. Just being so close to him did that to me. Taken by surprise, his breath hissed out through his teeth, a grimace of pleasure breaking out on his face.

"Good grief!" he clenched his teeth and groaned, "Baby..."

"Why didn't you think I was a virgin?" I rose to a seated position, taking more of him into myself.

"W-what?" he managed to ask. I smiled triumphantly to myself when I realised he couldn't even think straight anymore.

I rose up on my knees and slid back down along his shaft, killing him softly. "You thought I'd been with a lot of guys?"

He held my thighs, his body tensing up. "No... I... I don't know..." he gasped, as I continued riding him. He swelled inside me and I undulated around him, teasing his nipples through the fabric of his t-shirt. It had been long. Ever since my surgery four months ago, the frequency our lovemaking had dropped to once a month. I either remained in hospital, or in bed, asleep, frail, weak or too unwell. He never asked me for sex but I knew he regularly jerked off and had cold showers. What man would be able to go without sex for so long? And he was too much of a man.

I felt the heat rising within my core, our pubic hair tangled. He gritted his teeth, his back arching. Oh god! I needed him this way. I needed to feel him inside me, swelling and expanding and stretching me until I moaned.

I rested my palms against his chest and dropped my head back. His eyes opened and the pleasure in them quickly got replaced with concern.

"Kitten..." he breathed, gently rolling us on to my back, "Don't do that... You'll hurt your head."

"I'm fine," I bit my lips and pulled him tighter against my body, "Please. I need you."

He pressed a kiss on my forehead, before beginning to thrust in earnest, pulling and pushing in a pounding rhythm. My inner muscles tightened around him and I felt his sac grow tight, his heated seed rising.

Oh no... no, no, no. Not yet. I wasn't there yet.

He was balls-deep into me and ready to spend himself. I cried out in agonised pleasure, as he folded me in arms and continued his relentless thrusting, groaning against my face.

"I'm close..." he panted, gently twisting his fingers in my hair, "Come on, please."

"I can't..." tears spilled from my eyes as I laboured to keep up with him.

"Yes, you can, baby... Let it go... just... let it go..."

He moved one of his hands between my legs and began a frantic rubbing against my swollen centre of pleasure. I whimpered at his touch, my body shuddering as he thrusted in me and rubbed my hard nub at the same time. I pushed my body upwards, not caring if I strained my head. I wanted to come so desperately.

"I'm right on the edge..." he groaned, feeling my body tighten, "Come with me..."

"Please..." I cried against his shoulder.

"Here it comes, baby... Come on, let it go, let it go, let it go..."

A final thrust and I screamed, my body spasming. My head thrashed against the pillow and he quickly held it still and took my mouth in desperate kisses, flooding my womb only moments later. I sobbed and moaned as we writhed together, the power of our orgasms unlike anything we'd felt in a long time. And the pain of pleasure was so intense that it hurt. But I had been without this for so long that I was ready to bear the pain if it gave me relief. And it did.

Our brains stopped functioning at that moment in time. When I came back to awareness, I felt him still holding me tight to prevent me from thrashing my head.

"I was with just one guy very briefly before you," the words came out softly, in a breathless murmur, "I've told you about that."

He opened his eyes and nodded, caressing my head. "You won't do that again, alright?" he frowned at me.

"What? Be with someone else?"

He shot me an annoyed glare, making me laugh. "I'm fine," I kissed his nose.

"You won't ride me again until you've recovered completely. Do you know you can end up hurting your head that way?"

"My doc had said I could resume having sex whenever I felt ready. And I'm ready."

"It's not about being ready." He kissed my head and dropped on his back. "It's about being careful. You've had a surgery very recently."

"Four months," I clarified.


Birthday Love



"That's recent."

He then exhaled from his nose and ran a hand through his hair. "But this was great," he entwined fingers with me, "You don't always take control but when you do, you're incredible."

"And we didn't even undress properly," I laughed, "Have you checked your phone? How many calls have you got yet?"

"I don't know. I turned off my phone."

"Huh?! Why?"

"I was sleeping, and now I'm with you. I'll reply to the messages later on."

"I'm sure your fans are having a pizza party on Twitter."

He laughed quietly, without replying. He looked like he wanted to go back to sleep. Oh dear, instead of a party, I could have allowed him to sleep all day. Poor thing, he never got the proper amount of sleep. But he loved to party as well. Ever since we started living together, he was always careful about keeping his drinking under control when he went out with the lads so that he didn't return home drunk. The few times I had put him out of the bedroom had served him a lesson.

"I don't know what happened to me," I pushed myself into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard, "It seemed so hard to climax..."

"You hadn't done it in a while," he soothed, sitting up, "Are you okay? Did it hurt?"

I put my arms around him and hid my face in the crook of his neck. "I loved it," I smiled and inhaled his scent.

"That reminds me: you have an MRI in two days. I'll take the day off, okay?"

"You don't have to. Just drop me home and go off."

"Kitten, you'll be sedated and drowsy. I need to be around. Please."

"You make me sound so incapable." I dragged myself down the bed and put my knickers back on. He laughed.

"You're capable and strong," he moved forward to the edge of the bed and held my hands in his, "But I like taking care of you. Allow me to do it please. You anyway do everything without any kind of help."

"You do so much for me," I said, feeling the tears rising in my throat, "One night, I was wondering: what would happen if you weren't there? Who'd look after me? Who'd help me heal?"

"Hey, come here," he tugged me by the hand and made me sit beside him on the bed. "It's okay, I'm always there," he put his arms around me, "Even when I'm not around physically, I'll always make sure you're alright. That's the promise I made when I met you for the first time."

"Then allow me to bake for you today," I sniffed back the tears, "Let me do something for you in return."

"I didn't stop you from baking. I just said I'm going to assist you. And anyway, your love and unconditional support mean more to me than any physical birthday gift. It would be difficult to be a popstar and be in a committed relationship at the same time if not for your support and understanding. How many people would stand by their partners this way, you tell me?"

"So you don't care about going to the Ascot, right?" I teased and saw his shoulders droop.

"God, kitten, and you say I'm in the mood to fight." He reached out and grabbed the tickets. "When did you buy these, really? These are sell-out races. Must have been some two months back?"

"Two and a half, actually."

His eyes widened slightly. "So you've been planning for my birthday even when you were so seriously ill?"

"What's being ill got to do with thinking?" I shrugged, "I booked these online and fetched them sometime later."

I got up and pulled on my skirt. "You freshen up," I tousled his hair, "I'll fix us breakfast."

"Breakfast is good," I sensed his smirk from over my shoulders, "But I'd like to keep your essence with me."

My body tingled when I heard that, but I chose to ignore it and headed for the kitchen. Sunlight streamed in through the closed windows and open curtains and the living room smelled of flowers. About ten minutes later, while I was beating the eggs into a bowl and toasting the bread, I heard him shuffle out of the room. Finally.

"Have you got today's pa─"

His voice caught in his throat and I laughed jubilantly. Poking my head out of the kitchen, I saw him standing speechless at the door of the bedroom, surveying the living room. From the stunned look in his eyes, I knew he liked what he saw.

Unknowingly, I found my eyes welling up. It hadn't been easy decking up the room single-handedly, but I had to do it. Thankfully, the headache I had got after staying up till late and blowing balloons was gone this morning. And I had got my reward too.

"You... you did this?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off the walls and the windows. There were balloons, streamers and flowers in all corners of the room, making a pretty sight. "When?"

"Last night," I answered, "After you left."

"As lovely as this is," he smiled and shook his head, "You shouldn't have been doing this when you're meant to be sleeping. You need rest, love."

"Just one day," I slowly walked up to him, "Your birthday doesn't come every day."

He sighed, before pulling me close and gently easing his lips onto mine. I melted into his arms, feeling his heart beating excitedly in his chest.

"Thank you," he murmured into the kiss, as he cradled my face between his palms, "It's amazing how you never forget to make others feel special no matter what you might be going through." His eyes watered and he pursed his lips to hold the tears back. "I don't have the words to describe how much this means to me... even though you always make me feel special, this... that you sacrificed sleep to make arrangements for my birthday... that you took the time and made the effort... it means a lot to me..."

"Lucky you didn't switch on the lights when you came in," I giggled.

"You knew I'd head straight for bed and wouldn't leave until now, didn't you?"

"Of course, I did. I'm glad you had the gig last night."

"And I'm glad you're here with me," he rested his forehead against mine, "This is all I can ask for... After I saw you battling for life just a few months ago, I―"

"Uh-huh," I pressed a finger on his lips, "Not today. It's your birthday."

He sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"And I've got to give you something in return," he laughed, "I mean, you did so much despite being unwell." His arms coiled around my waist. "What do you want?"

"That vacation, after we're done in LA," I was quick with my request. "I know of a lovely little place where we can sneak off."

I sank deeper into his arms, feeling his mouth caressing my face and neck. How I wished I could be with him like that all day... every day.

"And I can think of the perfect present to be the cherry on top of the sundae."

My eyes shot open at his words, and a couple of butterflies took a test flight around my stomach. What did he mean by that?

"Present?" I murmured, "Cherry? Sundae? What're you talking about?"

I looked up at him to find a quiet half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The devil that he was, I knew he wouldn't give anything away. And I was right.

"Two weeks, kitten," he smiled enigmatically. The naughty glint in his eyes meant there was a surprise in store for me, very soon.