A/N: Hey guys! Because of all your lovely reviews of my other Oneshot, You and I, I decided to write another. You should check that one out after you read and review :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or Lana Del Rey's Music.
It was absolutely positively freezing. Had they not heard of turning on the fucking heater in here? I rubbed my arms over my shoulders, glancing around. This was great. So fucking great. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Calm down, Aria, I whispered to myself. This couldn't have been that bad… right? An involuntary shutter ran through my body as I dug my teeth into my lip. Where the fuck was Mike?
I paced slowly, the heels of my brown goose boots clanking against the marble floors of the lobby. We had stupidly agreed on this weekend away – I had been so busy with work lately, and he had been "slumped" with school. Life as a coffee barista, journalist, and college student was tough shit. Between busy mornings, coffee-filled obsessive writing lunch breaks, and night classes, I was surprised the bags under my eyes hadn't imploded. And while I was busy, working my ass off, Mike just simply went to college and belonged to a frat.
No big deal.
The asshole.
"Are we seriously snowed in?" I turned and eyed the young man at the front desk with impatient eyes. He nervously looked down at the computer keyboard, before meeting my eyes again. "I-I-I'm sorry, miss. We didn't predict this storm to hit this weekend." I groaned angrily. This was what I got for stupidly agreeing to go to a ski resort in Upstate New York for my week off. Why couldn't Mike have picked a surfing vacation in California, or maybe even a trip back to Iceland? I could handle the hippies in Nor Cal, or the foreigners in Reykjavík. But I was in boring ass Buffalo.
And I was snowed in.
"Can you check to see when the storm's going to clear up?" I asked, turning back to the desk attendant. He nodded, grabbing the computer mouse and beginning to type something in.
And that's when all the lights faded out and a collective sigh broke through the resort's lobby.
My. Fucking. Luck.
I bit my lip again, willing myself not to yell at the bellboy again. It isn't his fault, Aria. Just a snowstorm. And a power failure. And you can't reach your stupid, dumb-shit of a brother's cell phone. It's no big deal. But that is why we have cell phones; to answer them.
And I didn't even ski.
I always cussed when I was pissed, and when I pissed, I constantly talked myself down from anger. That was just my excuse so I didn't have to say I was talking to myself. I slipped my iPhone back into the front pocket of my high-waisted jeans, glancing around the lobby. It seemed everyone abandoned here was paired up, either with a lover or his or her family, while I was here with my fucking idiot brother. Who was nowhere to be found.
"Might as well get some work done." I murmured aloud, turning to make my way back to mine and Mike's shared room, when it hit me. Our cabin wasn't connected to the lobby. It was adjoined by a small outdoor pathway. And the door to said pathway was snowed in. Just. My. Luck.
I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing around. Who knew how long it'd be before the power was to return, much less, the snow to clear away. And maybe, just maybe, it'd be a little more bearable if I had some company, someone to talk to. Even if it was just my stupid brother.
"Do I know you?" I looked up to meet someone's navy blue gaze. I narrowed my eyes. This guy was tall, far taller than I, with a boyish grin crossed over his face. His hair was dark, with a slight wave to it, and his eyes, the first thing I saw when I looked up at him, seemed warm and welcoming, almost as if I could swim in them. If Mike had picked fucking California, I could be swimming right now, I thought bitterly. Whatever, Aria. Calm down.
"No. Is that what you ask to all the ladies?" I responded with an eyebrow raise as he chuckled, a beautiful laugh, really.
"Nah. Just you." I sent him a confusing glance before turning my head and staring off out of the window. Snow was pressed so tightly against the glass that I'd feared it'd shatter. We wouldn't be out of here for a long, long time. And Mike had disappeared. I turned back to the mystery man, an idea slowly forming in my head. Might as well have some fun.
"I'm Aria." I replied, tilting my head to the side. A few strands of shoulder length chocolate-colored hair fell into my face, but I pushed them away.
"Ezra." He replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Ezra. It sounded quite pretty. I wanted to try saying it, to see how it tasted against my lips.
"Ezra. That's a Jewish name." I responded. He grinned.
"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." A nice Jewish boy. Perfect.
"Well, I don't want to keep you from your girlfriend or whoever you're here with." The way I uttered girlfriend, you'd be surprised if he didn't sense my distaste. He chuckled again.
"I'm not here with a girlfriend… a few college friends of mine and I decided on a vacation… but Hardy clearly didn't look into any weather conditions. All he said was that the skiing would be good." He looked up at the lobby's high, vaulted ceilings made of dark cabin wood, as if it were the sky. I laughed in response. "They all went off into town drinking tonight and left me here alone… to get snowed in." I smiled at his expense.
"My brother abandoned me after he picked this shitty vacation locale." I admitted, the truth sounding far more pathetic. I was here with my brother. At least Ezra could say his college buddies accompanied him. That sounded… excusable. But what 21 year-old girl vacations with her little brother anyway?
"Well, let's be miserable together." He suggested as I tipped my head.
"Sounds nice."
He searched his pockets before pulling something free. I could barely make out the words on it, since it was so dark, but it appeared to be a key card. "My room is upstairs…" He began, running his teeth over his bottom lip. Was he scared that I'd reject him? "I have some liquor stashed up, and what's more fun that getting drunk with a stranger?" I laughed again, shooting him an award winning Aria Montgomery smile. Boys melted at the sight of that smile. This was one lucky guy.
"Well, we aren't strangers, Ezra…" I paused, searching for his last name. "Fitz." He supplied with a smile. I smirked at him. "Fitz…" His eyes glanced down, checking me out for the first time. Typically with guys, the sexual stuff came first, not the talking. But not until now, his blue irises hadn't left my hazel ones. That was… surprising. Unsuspecting. I felt his gaze travel up my tight fitting, high-waisted, light washed denim jeans, meeting the curve of my hips as he reached my corset style peach colored top that was loosely fitted, except where it met my chest. His eyes then stopped at my neck, almost as if he was studying my right collarbone, before his gaze blinked back to mine. It had only lasted for a second, but it felt like an eternity.
And it was almost as if I had wanted him to check me out. Prove he was attracted to me.
"Well, Ms. Aria…" "Montgomery." I added with a smile. "Montgomery, what do you say?" I tapped my black painted nails against my chin, as if I was actually contemplating whether or not I was going to go. But of course, I had already made up my mind.
"Let's fucking go."
Of course, since the power was out, we had to climb three flights of stairs. Luckily for me, I hadn't packed any of my normal heeled shoes, since I had used some intelligence when packing. But clearly not enough, since I was wearing only a corset top without a sweater. I had anticipated meeting a cute guy, ditching Mike, and making out in front of that warm, brick fireplace that you expected in any real skiing lodge. Well, at least I was going to get to accomplish something on my wish list.
Ezra Fitz led me down the third floor hall, until we stopped at room number 329. He unlocked the door and led me inside, before closing it after me. The room smelled like beer and sweat, but it somehow smelt good. A large, Queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room with a mini fridge sitting contently beside it. It appeared to be the kind that they stocked nicely. Perfect.
"What can I interest you in?" Ezra asked as I sat down atop his unmade bed, grabbing the zipper and undoing my left boot. I slipped it off and admired my blood red pedicure and the little moon and star toe ring on my second toe. "Uhm… Vodka?" I suggested with a giggle. He chuckled and opened the fridge to get our drinks as I removed my other shoe. He handed me a mini bottle of Grey Goose, which I popped open quickly. I made sure to take a long, luxurious sip.
"So, where you from?" He asked, making small talk as he took off his own shoes. "Uh, Rosewood, Pennsylvania? It's about an hour from Philadelphia." He nodded. "I've heard of it. Do you go to Hollis?" I shook my head. "No, but my brother does." I responded. He smiled. "I'm going to start teaching there next semester, actually." My eyes widened. "Really? That's great! I'm going to Penn State, actually. I wanted to go to NYU, but my parents wanted me to stick around." I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Penn is great, actually." He sat down next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. It felt nice and warm against my blue jeans. I smiled back before taking another swig of vodka and setting the bottle on the bedside table. "Yeah, and so are you…" I murmured softly, turning back to him. And in a second, his warm arms welcomed me back. His mouth attached itself to mine and our tongues battled for dominance until I finally let him win. Nothing was hotter than a man who took control.
He laid me back against his pillows, running a hand through my tangled mass of hair. His fingers felt like magic against my scalp and I let out a moan at the simplest touch. If that's what he got out of me at just touching my head, I wondered what it'd be like to have his fingers against my –
My dirty fantasy was caught off by another dirty dream slowly coming to life. Ezra's hands began to undo the buckle on my jeans. He slowly pulled them down my hips, groaning at the sight of my black lace thong that was nearly soaked through. He pushed my jeans all the way off, tossing them behind us with reckless abandon that seemed to turn me on even more. But I needed more skin on skin contact pronto.
I grabbed his face, bringing our lips back for contact. As I did so, I felt for the hem of his tee shirt, only breaking his kiss to pull it off over his head. I rubbed my hands along his bare chest, my finger pads tracing the outline of his abs before biting my lip. My god, his body was insanely toned and hot.
If it was even possible, seeing him shirtless made me want him even more.
His lips soon made their way down my neck, towards my collarbone. I remembered how he stared at it earlier and nearly withered underneath him as he began to expertly suck on it. I let out another moan and felt my hips buck. He chuckled at that and moved his lips to kiss the top of my chest before his hands found the zipper behind me. He quickly pulled it away from my body only to play with the strap on my matching silk bra. His eyes stayed glued to my visibly erect nipple with clear pleasure. The bulge in his pants seemed to be growing bigger and bigger with each second.
In a second, he expertly snapped my bra off before tossing it to join the likes of my shirt and pants. One of his hands found my left breast while his other wrapped around my waist, placing itself against the small of my back. I arched myself up into him as he took my other nipple into his mouth. I moaned loudly as he continued his administrations, nearly making me go crazy with want and need.
"Ezra…" I breathed out heavily, closing my eyes briefly. "I need you… now." I demanded. His mouth released me only to kiss the tip of my nose sweetly. "Anything for you." He whispered, his face nearly inches from mine. He slowly began to unbuckle his own jeans as I assisted him in pulling them down. His boxers were clearly tented as I propped my legs up, opening them for him. He found place on top of me and we continued the same passionate kissing from earlier; the same kissing laced with mad lust.
The throbbing between my thighs intensified. "Fuck me." I demanded as he laughed again. He quickly shed his own boxers, causing me to bite my lip in anticipation of him. He. Was. Huge. Way bigger than my last boyfriend, Noel. I nearly giggled at the thought of their comparison. His fingers hooked around the top of my panties, slowly pulling the thong down my legs. I tossed my head back, waiting for anything. He took his time taking them off, teasing me with the slow touch of his fingers against my calfs.
Once they were off, he slowly ran his hands up to the inside of my thighs, tracing imaginary circles on my skin. My hips bucked. He grinned up at me before placing a small, chaste kiss on my clit. I moaned loudly.
Suddenly, just like that, he was inside of me. It happened so fast, that I nearly came just at that first initial pump. He thrusted into me, hard, causing me to toss my head back against the pillows. And was I glad they were there.
I met each of his calculated thrusts with short, small pants. His own breathing intensified, meeting my lips in another heated kiss. "Fuck." He groaned, thrusting in again. "You're so fucking tight." His hands wrapped around my waist as my ankles locked behind his back, granting him further access.
"Make. Me. Come." I demanded as he chuckled, placing a kiss on my sweaty hairline. "Of course."
He then picked up the pace, causing my pants to turn into moans. His name was the only thing I could scarcely mutter. He called out mine too.
I felt my walls constricting as my impending orgasm hit. I bit my lip hard, tasting the blood in my mouth. "Fuck! EZRA!" I called as I climaxed, and he came with me. We both rode out every last wave of our orgasm, and after we were done, he collapsed on top of me, his sweaty, bare skin feeling miraculous against mine. I panted, my breathing slowly regulating itself and coming back to normal.
Suddenly, all I heard was the sound of Lana Del Rey's voice.
'I will love you 'till the end of time, I would wait a million years, promise you'll remember that you're mine, baby, can you see through the tears?'
My phone was ringing from the pocket of my discarded blue jeans. I giggled as Ezra rolled off of me with a smile. I stood, my body feeling slightly sore and tired as I searched for my pants. I found them halfway across the room. Mike's name and picture flashed across my phone's screen. Fuck.
"Hello?" I answered, as casually and nonchalantly as I could after just having wild, intense sex. I deserved an award.
"Aria? Where are you? Where'd you go?" Mike spoke so loud and frantically that Ezra had heard. He chuckled softly.
"Um, I found company." I glanced at the extremely sexy man lying on the bed before me. "Good company."