Behind Closed Doors
Escort AU
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Raven's stomach felt surprisingly tight as she looked at Karen, Kori, and Tara, trying to decipher their giddy, excited grins at the sound of the doorbell ringing through their house. Something about their giddy smiles and practically vibrating bodies made her nervous. They weren't unhappy girls by any stretch of the imagination, but they weren't also this blatantly excited about anything either.
Raven pulled the edge of the tattered afghan around her shoulders and looked up from her chemistry book, pushing her glasses up on her nose as she reached for her lukewarm tea on the table. "Is there something I should be aware of, girls?"
Karen practically squealed. "We got you a birthday gift!"
Raven rolled her eyes, hoping that there was an endless supply of pizza or a tutor behind the door. "Is it a chemistry tutor? Because if I don't study I'm going to fail tomorrow's test."
"To hell with the chemistry test!" Kori rolled her eyes and mumbled something rude under her breath. "It's your birthday, Raven! You should go out, have fun..."
"Pop your cherry," Tara finished with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest with a nod.
Raven's cheeks flames red and she glared. "What has or has not been done with my body is none of your concern." She slammed her book closed and looked up into their faces, ignoring the sound of the doorbell ringing yet again. "I am going to my room to study and there's nothing you can-"
Karen simply opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing the tall, lithe man to fill the doorway. Raven's words fell off of her tongue and into oblivion as she just stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared blankly into the brightest, greenest eyes she had ever seen. Her heart jumped from her chest to her throat, and then fell directly into the pit of her stomach where it burned like hot, smoldering embers.
What in the world...
"Um, hey." The stranger raised one hand in greeting and pushed at his hair, the sight of his toned muscles rippling under the black t-shirt like a whisper of sin. "I'm here for Raven."
"That's the birthday girl... Garfield, was it?"
Karen motioned to Raven, who now felt positively ridiculous in her oversized college sweatshirt and leggings with holes in the knees. She pushed at her hair and hugged her chemistry book tightly against her chest in the hope it might shield her from his inquisitive stare.
"Right." He nodded with a smile. "Garfield Logan." He practically sauntered into the foyer, his hips having a delicious sway to them, and hung his jacket up on the coat rack politely. "Would you like it if we went out, or stayed in… or…" His eyes flicked over to hers and he smiled sweetly. "Or is there somewhere you had in mind?"
Tara, Karen, and Kori just giggled like a pack of little hyenas before grabbing their coats and heading for the door. "Oh, well, we're going out for the night… so you have the whole place to yourself... try not to stay up too late."
Raven's eyes narrowed, and she pushed her glasses back up her nose, fidgeting with the loose braid at her neck. "I… I don't understand. Guys… guys!" She reached out for them, watching as they picked up their purses and walked out the door without another word, leaving Raven alone with the strange (albeit handsome) man.
He bit back a laugh and looked up at her on the step, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You had no idea that they did this to you… did you?"
"I… no. I don't even know… who you are." Raven hugged her chemistry book tighter to her chest.
"Well… I'm yours for the night. We can figure that out slowly or quickly." His smile held promises that Raven had never even thought of, and something below her stomach clenched hotly as she took another step back.
"Are you a… a… hooker?"
He snorted and held a hand over his mouth. "Um, I prefer the term 'escort', but… yes. Your friends bought me for the night for you. So, whatever you want to do… I'm willing to do it for you."
Raven balked. "I… I can't. I've never… not even with…" Her cheeks flushed and she took another step back, but he stayed politely at the bottom of the stairs, never chasing her.
"I don't have to stay here, Raven," he said calmly, a thin, sly smile playing across his lips. "If you want me to leave, I can. But… your friends did pay a lot of money for me. And I wouldn't want that money to go to waste."
Raven balked. "H-how much?"
"Well… I'm the best escort from the best agency in the state." He crossed his arms over his chest, muscles rippling again with silent promise. "I'm not cheap."
She blushed. "I don't even know… what… what do I do with you?"
He laughed, the sound soft and musical in the silence between them. "Well… you can do whatever you want with me. I'm trained in a variety of games and play, so if there's something that strikes your fancy… I bet I'm equipped to play it out for you."
His eyes were teasing, and something about the sight of them made Raven blush even darker. It was like he was simply playful, wanting to tease and excite her with every word or movement. Her eyes shot down the length of his body before looking back up into his eyes.
"I haven't-"
"I know. You already mentioned that." He shrugged. "We don't have to do that if you don't want to." His eyes softened, and he stepped onto the lowest step of the staircase, still looking up into her eyes. "I can see you're nervous. That's okay. We can take things slow." He slid his hand up the banister and took another step closer to her. "Can I come up, Raven?"
Against her better judgment, Raven gave a slow, careful nod. "O-okay." She turned around and began walking up the stairs, feeling him follow close behind her. Panic bubbled up into her throat and she shifted uncomfortably. She had an escort for the night.
An escort.
What in the world was she going to do with him? She understood the mechanics of what could happen, but she didn't know how to even fathom letting it happen.
Raven approached her bedroom door and opened it with shaking hands, letting him inside her room. He looked around it with a careful eye, admiring the framed posters of art and the wall of books stacked neatly in their shelves.
"It's a nice room." He smiled softly and looked back at her. "I take it you like to read then?"
"A lot." Raven closed the door, feeling as if there was an air of finality about it.
"Any favorites?"
"A few."
"Like what?"
Raven shuffled for a moment, trying to ease the tightness in her stomach. "Is this… is this conversation normal?"
He looked surprised for a moment before laughing, shoving his hands in his pockets. "No, not really. Most of my clients are usually half naked by the time I get to their door, but you're… a special case. I'm just trying to make small talk. If you don't want to, I can stop."
"No… no, I appreciate it." Raven set her chemistry book down on her desk with a frown, eyes shooting up to look into his face. "I don't suppose you can help me study for a chemistry test."
He laughed, the sound easy and joyful. "I was actually not terrible at chemistry when I was in college. Let me see the book and I'll try to help you out."
"Are you serious?"
"Best escort in the state, remember?" He plucked the book off of her desk with a smile, moving easily into her space. "I'm not just a pretty face, Raven. There's a little bit of brains behind this oh-so handsome exterior."
Raven could smell the heady scent of his cologne mixing with his own, unique musk, and it made her mouth water. All it would take was a word, and she could be on her back enjoying everything he had to offer. That sinful mouth, those strong arms, and whatever he was hiding underneath those designer jeans. It was all hers for the night.
"Tell you what."
His voice brought her attention back up to his face, and he smiled as he paged through the textbook.
"I'll quiz you on the study questions, and if you get a 90% or higher… I'll reward you with something special." His smile transformed into a sinful smirk.
"And if I don't get a 90…?"
"We'll turn on the TV and watch reruns of How I Met Your Mother while eating popcorn and snuggling."
Neither of those options sounded awful. How in the world could she lose?
"Okay." She nodded slowly. "I'm on chapter ten."
"Alright." He opened the book and paged through it with a smirk. "Question one..."
Raven spent the next hour being quizzed and teased, his smile practically blinding in the thin light of the room. He made silly, off-handed comments and jovial remarks, easing her nerves with every word. Slowly, as the night wore on, the space between them disintegrated, and Raven found herself chewing on her lip and staring into his eyes as she fumbled through the last few questions.
"So… how did I do?"
"Hmm… well… it was close…" Garfield tapped his fingers over the questions in her book, mentally adding up her score. "It was a 90.5… you just barely scraped by, Raven." He snapped the book closed and leaned easily into her space, his smile teasing. "But, a promise is a promise. You passed with a 90 or above…" His hand moved up her thigh, slipping a finger into one of the thin holes in her leggings and stroking her skin. "What would you like for your reward?"
Raven blushed, and her hand tightened in her sweatshirt, eyes wide. "I… I don't know."
"Really?" He moved his hand even further north, pressing against her heat. "I have a few ideas that don't sound… completely awful." He pressed his lips to her ear and nipped at the lobe. "Why don't I show you some more of my very talented skills, Raven? I think you deserve it. You did very, very well with your studies." His hands slid up her hips and tangled in the waistband of her leggings. "What do you say?"
She pressed her lips together, eyes wide, and gave a slow, cautious nod. "Okay."
He smiled and pulled her leggings down with her underwear, moving deliberately slow in order to draw out the sensation. Raven whimpered under the feeling of soft, worn cotton sliding down the length of her legs, leaving her exposed to the cool, night air. She groaned and tilted her head back with soft, heavy pants escaping her lips.
"Do you want to keep the sweater on?" He kissed the inside of her knee and looked up at her, eyes clouded and dark as he nipped at her skin. "I want you to be comfortable."
Raven shook her head and slowly pulled off her sweater and t-shirt, leaving her boring, cotton bra on as if it were the only barrier left between them. Garfield smiled and leaned over her, his eyes looking into her own with a bright smile. They locked eyes for a moment, and Raven could have sworn that her heart disappeared into nothingness, before suddenly reappearing in the pit of her stomach. She groaned as his lips moved over the column of her neck before kissing up her jaw and onto her lips, drugging her with kisses that threatened to break her very soul. He moved his mouth against her own, nudging her lips open and pressing his tongue inside.
Raven groaned, her head tilting back against the white-hot heat racing through her veins. Everything felt as though it were breaking apart under his fingertips, and she couldn't find a reason to try and keep it together. No, it was much easier to just give into this burn. Much easier to just let him set her ablaze.
His fingers ran up and down her core, teasing her with soft, feather-light touches. Raven knew she was wet, undoubtedly making a mess of herself and her bed, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the aching need inside her being filled with something intangible. That glorious feeling of his hands stroking her.
"How do you want it, Raven?" He licked up her pulse and nipped at the skin. "I can make you come with my fingers… or my mouth… or both."
She shivered at that option as his finger swirled around her clit.
"I think both." He bit on her neck and she moaned again, barely hearing him whisper, "I think you've been good enough to have two orgasms tonight… maybe more. We'll see how you're feeling after the second."
Raven couldn't find the words to respond as his fingers slid inside her body and began a slow, easy pace in and out of her, carefully stroking that heavenly rough patch of skin. She groaned and her eyes closed as he continued to tease her, alternating his fingers between teasing her core and stimulating her clit. It felt as if the entire world was wrapping around her, sensations and sounds and smells becoming a million times more vibrant as he continued to tease and test her. It was like he knew her body and could play it like a finely tuned violin.
Her hands tightened in the sheets next to her, tilting her head to the side and he kissed and licked at her neck. Bites and nips mingled together as electricity began to race over her skin. She was so close. It had never felt like this when she did it to herself, but having him touch her without wild abandon… it was gloriously sinful.
Her body began to tighten, and her throat let out a sound not entirely human.
"Come, Raven. I want to see that gorgeous face you make when you orgasm. I want to see it…" He quickened his pace and bit on her lips, guiding his other hand down over her clit and rubbing quickly. "I want to see it."
It was just too much, and Raven felt her body begin to jerk and twitch, her voice screaming out a random variety of words as the walls came crashing down around her. Lights flashed and the world disappeared before slamming back into her lungs with the harsh push of reality.
She had been finger-fucked better than she did herself.
And it was wonderful.
Raven's head fell back against her pillows as Garfield moved his mouth between her legs without waiting to come down from her high. He slid his tongue over her, tasting her as if she were a very sweet delicacy, and he smiled up at her.
"You taste amazing." He licked her again before nipping at the inside of her thigh. "I'm going to enjoy this more than normal."
Without waiting for her response, and her muscles still shivering under his touch, he pressed his lips against her core and began teasing her and worshiping her core with slow, careful licks. Every touch was purposeful and planned, and he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Gasping out his name between clenched teeth, her fingers twitched in the covers and she groaned as his tongue circled her clit again.
"That… that feels so good."
"This is the first time anyone has gone down on you?" He flicked her clit with his tongue and Raven reveled in the deep moan that seemed to curl up from her toes. "You're so wonderfully responsive, Raven. I think it's a shame you've never gotten to experience this before." He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked until she bucked her hips against him, curses escaping from between her clenched teeth.
"Although I will say, I'm happy I'm the one who gets to tease you like this…" He slid his tongue inside her, swirling it around her and continuing to fuck her with his mouth and fingers alone. Raven cried out again, and she pulled at the sheets with desperation running through her veins. Her body was just barely coming down from her first orgasm, and he was already building up another one inside her as if it was nothing to be concerned with.
"You can grab my hair if you want." He pulled back and licked his lips, trying to keep the taste of her inside his mouth. "If it makes it easier for you, or you want me to do something, you can just tug on my hair." He kissed the inside of her thigh before licking up her juices again. "I'll get the message, promise." With those words of advice, he pressed his mouth back to her core and continued his careful exploration of her body, his fingers teasing her wherever his tongue had left.
Nervously, Raven's hands traveled down and tangled in his hair, wrapping the silky, golden strands between her fingers. Something inside her was being wound taut again, like a guitar string that was too tight. The world on the outsides of her vision blackened, and all she could see was the head between her thighs, the fingers stroking her hips with innocent touches and teasing prodding. But it was all too much, all over again. Her body was practically drowning in the endless orgasm he was offering her, and her muscles contracted under the assault of his tongue, her voice hoarse and passionate as she bucked her hips under him.
With another curse, her body let go again, and he greedily lapped her up, drawing out her sensations over and over again until everything was a haze of white. Raven purred against him as his fingers and mouth continued to move over her, letting her down softly from the eruption inside her soul.
Garfield picked up his head and rested it on her thigh with a content expression. A moment of silence spread between them, and he licked his lips with another small, teasing smile. Nipping at her thigh, he spread her legs wider and chuckled.
"Again."
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When Raven woke up the next morning, she was alone in her bed, her body impossibly (but deliciously) sore. She lay there for a moment, wallowing in the sweet, sinful memories of his mouth buried into her core, letting one orgasm run into the next until she was nothing but a mess of emotions at the end of the night. Whatever her friends paid for him, it was well worth every single penny.
She rolled over on her side and smelled the faint scent of his Armani cologne clinging to her pillow, a small smile playing on her lips. Next to her, on the nightstand, was a note written in messy, uneven scrawl.
Had a blast last night, Raven. I'm glad I was able to help you study. Here's my personal cell… next tutoring session is on the house.
- Gar
Well, well…
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I almost titled this "Because Xaphrin is a Piece of Trash"
So, this is a request that I received on Tumblr that got ENTIRELY out of my hands and has since consumed my free writing time (for which I am gratefully sad). It's kinda got a cohesive plot, but I thought I would share it with you on FFnet too.
So here, have some of this nonsense, more to follow soon.
And thanks for putting up with me, you're awesome.