A/N: Annnnddd we're back! This story was written as a fictional translation of the lyrics to Hozier's Take Me To Church. I recommended listening along as you read.
Enjoy!
I hear the lock of the hotel door latch behind me, and I know we're alone in our sanctuary. I watch as the lights from the city skyline outside of our hotel window illuminate the room, casting yellow, red, and blue hues over the interior. There's no need to turn on any lights in the room or power on the TV, for the scene provides more than enough light for the sermon that's about to be delivered. The tall floor to ceiling windows are our stained glass, the city below us is our mural.
Turning around slowly, I watch as Tegan leans up against the wall, easing her way out of her post-show sneakers. Our eyes meet as I drink in her body, head to toe. Even in the built-for-comfort outfit she's chosen after her post-show shower, she's stunning. The masterpiece of an expert artist. Her blue jeans hug her in all of the right places, complimenting her curves and accentuating her perfect ass. Her loose t-shirt clings just enough to define the outline of her chiseled collarbones. She's god given. And tonight I want to worship her.
Her deep brown chocolate eyes shine under the reflection of the city outside as she traces my body. I watch her as she watches me, giving my body the same scrutiny I give hers. Gently, I step out of my own shoes as she pulls the red toque off of her head and sheds the jean jacket she threw on back at the venue. My breath catches in my throat as I watch the beautiful, toned muscles in her arms work their way out of the sleeves and to her lower half, where she begins to rid herself of her belt. Meeting her eyes once again, I lift the thick, black sweater I'm wearing off my torso. Her hands temporarily forget their task of undoing the button on her jeans as a soft gasp escapes her throat. It's the first of many sweet hymns I hope to have her singing tonight.
I begin to strip myself of my jeans as she resumes her task of undressing, this time removing the flowing t-shirt from her frame. Undoubtedly, the heat of the situation has her flustered, no matter how many times we've performed this same ritual. The anticipation has me too fumbling with the button and zipper on my own black skinny jeans.
I manage to unbutton and unzip my own trousers, stepping out of them and letting them slide to the ground as I take a tentative step forward. Tegan's all but forgotten her pants as she stands against the wall, arms hanging limply at her sides. My black lace briefs leave nothing to imagination, and I can tell from the hungry look in her eyes that she has an appetite for sin. I should probably feel bashful at her staring, but the way she eyes me as if I'm unreal, as if I'm the literal definition of heaven sent, has the already forming pool in-between my thighs starting to overflow. Instead, I only slightly duck my head and make my way towards her, watching her jaw drop further to floor.
When I reach her, I keep my eyes on hers as I motion behind me and undo the clasp on my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms and off of my chest, the material hitting the floor with a silent thud. I'm exposed to the air and to her starving eyes, nipples standing at attention under her gaze. I follow her eyes to the sight, and when her orbs finally meet mine once again, I take her face in my hands and connect our lips in a passionate kiss.
Her arms find their place around my waist, drawing me into her body. The smooth material of the black sports bra she's wearing is the only barrier preventing my hot flesh from meeting her own, and I immediately run my hands along her arms, up her taut stomach, and to the bottom of the bra, giving it a tug upwards. She gets the hint and breaks our lip-lock, steadily staring daggers into my lips as she brings the undergarment up and over her head. She tosses it off to the side where it finds its home next to her t-shirt and jacket.
Her arms find their way back to my hips and I let my own rest along hers, letting my body melt into her form. Her mouth finds mine in a battle of nips and sucks, biting my lower lip and pulling it forward, letting it snap back in place. I let my hands dance along her waistline, caressing the smooth skin as our tongues explore each other's mouths. When I reach the halfway undone fly of her pants I deepen the kiss, hitting a particularly deep stroke inside of her mouth with my nimble tongue. Her muscle fights to contain mine as she moans in response, distracting her from my hands undoing the button and lowering the zipper of her jeans.
Pulling away, I give her belt loops a tug, signaling for her to rid herself of the fabric. Quickly she frees her body of the heavy denim and returns to full height, her hands travelling up my nude torso as she rises. It's a delicate touch, just barely there, and it leaves an inferno in its wake. It burns with a sweet sensation, the same way the sin we're about to commit will. If the trail of fire she leaves upon my skin feels anything like the fire we're dammed to, then it's an eternal damnation I will burn for.
I watch as goosebumps rise on my skin, meeting Tegan's eyes as she comes to stand in front of me again. With a growing fervor, I return my mouth to her neck, running my tongue just under her jawline and up to her pulse point, sucking on the sensitive skin. I feel her hands run down the length of my back and to my ass, cupping my cheeks and giving them a strong squeeze as she bites along my shoulder and collarbone. The sensation causes me to break away from where I've been decorating the skin of her neck with marks of my love, inhaling sharply. The deep intake of breath allows me to smell my own sex permeating the air along with Tegan's natural scent, and the aromatic atmosphere is enough to drive me up the wall
Instinctively, I grind my body further into Tegan's as she begins to place her own series of bites and licks along my neck. My hips meet hers searching for some type of friction for the growing need building in my core. I can feel Tegan's heavy exhales on my neck as she continues working her tongue under my jaw, around the tender skin of my earlobe, and down the prominent vein in my neck. Her labored breathing causes the muscles of her abdomen to contract against mine, and the feeling causes me to pull harshly on the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. An animal like growl escapes her lips as she forcefully pulls my hips further into her by the grip she has on my plump ass.
She nips at my sharp jaw before moving her mouth back to mine, reattaching our lips forcefully. I moan into her, sensually moving my hands from their resting place on the back of her neck down her back, over her bum, and back to their resting place on her waist. Her tongue wins the battle for dominance as she lightly flicks it around mine and over my bottom lip, sucking on the flesh there.
When we break away for a much overdue breath, I allow my own set of hazel eyes to find hers. What I find there is worthy of repentance its self.
Lust. Bright, burning, raging, beautiful lust. It's primal. The kind of lust that causes people to act like the animals the human condition really is. It's dangerous.
And there's a reason why it's one of the seven deadly sins.
Placing a soft kiss on Tegan's lips, I grab her by the hand and walk backwards as I lead her to the bed. When the backs of my knees meet the soft mattress below, I release her from my grasp and sit on the edge, shamelessly mapping the body before me.
She's clad in just her black Diesel boxer briefs, her taut, athletic build on full display. I trail my hands across her rock hard abs, ghosting them over the defined muscle. Softly I brush them up and over her firm, strong chest, and down through the valley between her full and perky breasts. Back down her sides and along her arms, I let my hands leave her body in chills. I watch as the hair on her forearms stands on end and how the anticipation of me taking my touch elsewhere causes her pupils to blow out.
I remove my hands from where they sit at her wrists and take a moment to just watch her, study her. The colorful art decorating her arms seems to take on a life of its own under the glow of the moon outside. The shadows being cast across her jawline and down the silhouette of her figure make her look threatening, menacing. The way her curly unkempt locks hide her face, and the way the silver stud under her bottom lip manages to shine in even the most minuscule amount of light causes her to be striking to a criminal degree.
She's so fucking gorgeous, and she's so fucking handsome, and the boyish choice of underwear lying upon her rugged body does nothing but provoke the beast inside of me that only wants to ravish her.
My hands find their resting place along her hipbones as I nuzzle into the smooth flesh of her stomach with my nose, allowing my lips to graze the hot skin there as I place a gentle kiss above her belly button. Leaning back on my elbows, I look up at Tegan and say the words we both want to hear, "Take me, Tegan."