Author's note: So, I haven't written fanfiction in over 15 years but after binge watching PLL for the past few months, my fingers were itching to get a story out. Not sure where this story will end up, but it will be a few chapters long. Any reviews are appreciated, as I don't know if this is any good or not and whether it is worth continuing; if you can, let me know.
Also, just to clarify the timeline, I see this happening somewhere towards the beginning of the show; with him still teaching at Rosewood and her parents not knowing about the two of them yet. I'm not a good suspense writer, so there probably won't be much "A" in this story.
The last time Ezra had seen her in the yellow sweatshirt…
They had gotten caught in the rain that night. They had driven to the next town over to go see It Happened One Night at the old movie theatre and had parked a few blocks away. They hadn't minded when they walked in, as it was a nice night and they could hold hands without seeming out of place or worried someone would see them. After the movie, they were surprised to come out and see that it had started pouring down rain.
"Dammit. What is it with us and rain?" he asked, while eyeing the sky under the comfort of the theatre's awning.
"I don't know, but it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon," she said, already shivering from the cold the rain had brought. She had worn a skirt and a light, gauzy top, and heels – not exactly an outfit meant for downpours. She clutched his hand tighter.
He looked over at her and smiled. He loved how much he loved this tiny creature clutching his hand tightly. He loved how much he wanted to protect her and keep her safe. He loved how much his life had changed in the past year and how she was the cause of it all.
"Ok, well, I've got an idea. Do you trust me?" he asked, looking down at her beautiful face.
Aria was taken aback. "Ezra, of course I do. What do…" she was suddenly cut off as he feet left the ground and were hoisted into the air. Ezra had picked her up and tossed her petit body over his shoulder like a bag of a potatoes. "Ezra! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.
"Shush woman. I'm getting us to the car, faster than you attempting to run in those heels," he said as he looked both way down the street and broke out into a sprint towards the car. The two instantly became soaked, but were making great time with it just being Ezra as the one dashing down the pavement, and not Aria attempting to keep up in her 3 inch heels.
After a few soaking wet minutes, Ezra had gotten them to his car and set her down on the sidewalk. He had every intention of getting into the car and turning the heat on a quickly as possible, but before he could get to the driver's side of the car, he felt his arm being grabbed.
Aria pulled him back into her and kissed him hard, pulling his down towards her by grabbing his neck. He didn't know what to think at first, but then leaned into the kiss as much as she was pulling him into it. After what felt like a lifetime, but was really only a few moments, she pulled away.
"What was that?" he asked, with the rain still coming down.
"Have I ever told you about my Notebook fantasy?" she said, grinning at him. He looked confused for a split second and then he smiled.
"Well, I don't have a boat, but we could pretend like this Camry is a boat back to my apartment?" he yelled over the rain. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. They both got into the car and he turned up the heat for them. It was only a 15 minute drive back to the apartment, but it felt like forever to the both of them.
With her parents out of town at couple's retreat, Aria and Mike were on their own for the week. Mike didn't officially know who Aria was dating, but he knew there was a guy in Aria's life and that's all he wanted to know. When their parents went out of town together, the two of them had an understanding that they would come and go as they wanted from the house, but checking in with each other each night around 7pm to let the other know if they'd be home that night or not. Aria had texted Mike before the movie started that she would be out all night and would see him at school the next day; Mike had texted her back with a simple "ok".
The wet couple drove back to his apartment, happy that the heat was on and happy that they would get to spend the entire night together. When they pulled into his parking lot, the rain hadn't let up and was still coming down hard. "Do you want me to carry you again?" he asked, while shutting off the car.
"No," she said, pulling off her heels. "It's not too far and I'll be faster without my shoes." They looked at each other and nodded together and then ran into the night. The distance was short, but seemed so much longer with the rain and the wind. When they got inside the apartment building, they kept running up the stairs, all the way to the third floor. By the time they reached his apartment, they were cold, wet, and out of breath. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his keys and opened the door for her.
As soon as they were both safely inside the apartment and the door was shut and locked, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up against the door with his mouth. His hot mouth covered hers and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. His hands gripped her butt, hoisting her further up door. She understood what he was trying to do and quickly wrapped her bare legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed into her with his hips, not feeling close enough to her. He explored her mouth with his tongue and massaged her ass with his hands.
She was gripping his hair tightly, trying not to fall to the floor. As his lips moved to her neck, she moaned into his ear. Over time, she learned that Ezra was not just a fan of the written word, but also words during intimate times. "Yesssss…right there Ezra," she moaned directly into his ear. Hearing her moan his name seductively like that made Ezra become instantly rock hard. "Yess…please don't stop Ezra. Don't stop," she pleaded as his lips sucked and nipped and kissed and licked the soft skin under her long, wet hair. Aria knew if she kept up the moaning, he wouldn't last long at all. "Mmm…Ezra, you know just the spot," she urged him on. Ezra's pants now felt like they were going to literally split into, with his member acting as the axe.
His strong arms gripped her petit frame tighter, so he could move them both away from the front door. He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink. (They seemed to have a thing for counter tops, having used this particular bathroom counter many times previously). As he set her down, she immediately grabbed his hair and pulled him back into her. It was her turn to kiss his mouth, his cheeks, his neck. As she trailed kisses over his ears, moaning a little with each soft kiss, her hands started to unbutton his shirt. She loved the intimate action of unbuttoning his shirt; it was something she would never grow tired of. As soon as she got to the last button, she yanked off the oxford shirt and then lifted his under shirt off his torso. Once she had him naked from the waist up, she pushed him away from her a little bit.
"What's wrong?" he asked, slightly out of breath, looking at her.
Aria bit her lip and grinned. "I just…I never get tired of looking at that," she gestured to his chest; his perfect, slightly tanned and toned chest, with the smallest hint of defined abs showing. He sported a happy trail from his belly button that lead down into his boxers.
Ezra, feeling slightly exposed suddenly, started to blush. "what are you talking about?"
"I've just never thought I'd be lucky enough to ever get a teacher as sexy as you," she said, smiling up at him. He started to get his signature, dopey, Ezra grin on his face, and eased his body back into hers.
He put his lips right up to her ear and whispered, "and I'm all yours." At that, they were both at each other like animals in heat.
Ezra ripped the gauzy top off her body and lifted her camisole over her head. He expertly undid her bra and tossed it over his shoulder. Aria was working the fly of his pants, pulling down the zipper and yanking down his pants and boxers in one motion.
Ezra stood there naked, expect for his pants around his ankles, and Aria with only her skirt on, sitting on the bathroom counter. They pressed their skin together, creating warmth between the two bodies. His string hands were running up and down her back, with his fingers trailing her spine. Her hands were on his butt, squeezing and massaging. His mouth left hers to move to her breasts. At first he planted kisses over both soft mounds, but he finally slipped her right nipple into his mouth. At the sudden feeling of his hot breath enclosed around her nipple, Aria arched her back into his face and groaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" It was all the motivation he needed to suck the pink nipple even harder, swirling his tongue around it and teasing it ever so slightly with his teeth. She gripped his hair even tighter, needing to hold on to something for fear of falling off the sink.
He kept one hand on her hip to keep steady and let the other hand wonder to her thighs. At the slightest touch of his hand there, she immediately spread her legs wide, giving him all the access he may want. Ezra took advantage of this and wasted no time putting his hand on her panty covered flesh. He'd be lying if he said he was surprised at how wet her panties were but he had learned early on in their relationship that Aria's panties got wet easily. He liked that he had this kind of effect on her. He rubbed the wet panties with one finger and his hair was pulled even harder. "OW!" he said, pulling away from her chest.
"sorry!" Aria exclaimed, feeling terrible at pulling his hair as hard as she had.
He laughed. "It's ok. Are you ok? You're not usually this jumpy." He said, looking into her eyes.
"I'm fine," she said reassuringly. "I'm just still cold from the rain."
"Well, why didn't you say anything?" he asked, feeling like a genuine jerk for keeping her so cold.
"I'm fine, really! I am!" she said, trying to pull him back towards her. But he was stepping out of his pants and opening the shower curtain. He reached in and turned on the water and waited for the hot water to start producing steam. One thing they had learned about each other early on was that they both enjoyed insanely hot showers; hotter than what was probably healthy for the normal human body. The problem with this was when they took separate showers, the first person usually ended up taking up most of the hot water and the second person was left with what could only be described as a lack luster shower. But, once they had become intimate, showering was more often than not a joint venture, making sure they both got to enjoy the hot water and each other.
Once the water seemed to be at the right boiling temperature, he told her to get in. She happy obliged and stepped into the hot shower, with him right behind.
They didn't talk much during their showers. Sometimes they were intimate and sometimes it was just handing each other shampoo bottles and getting everything washed quickly (usually as a result of hitting the snooze button too many times and needing to get to school without being late). Tonight, there weren't words, but just a show of love for each other.
After she had gotten her thick hair wet, he reached for her shampoo bottle and squirted some in his hands. He proceeded to massage her scalp and wash every strain of hair on her head. He would never admit this to anyone, except maybe her, but one of his favorite things about showering with her was her hair care products. They were pink and girly and smelt like a mixture of coconut and flowers. It was smell he now related to her completely and when he showered alone, he would miss the smell of her shampoo in there with him.
He washed and conditioned her hair and then used the body wash and a luffa to wash her body. He grinned as he made sure to get all the curves and all the intimate spots of her body (twice in some spaces; to be super sure he had gotten them). She kept her eyes closed while he washed her and he could hear her sigh as he traveled around her body. When she was done, she opened her eyes and simply said "thank you." He kissed her back in response.
She then returned the favor and washed him with a bottle of Old Spice body wash and shampoo. Well, she tried to wash his hair, but because he was so much taller than her when she wasn't in heels, it was always a tough task. They would laugh and he would eventually finish the job for her. After his hair was clean, Ezra was considering making a move to take the shower to the next level when he heard a noise. Aria had just let out a deep yawn.
"Sleepy?" he asked, with the hot water still washing over them.
"Mmmhmm," she responded, with her eyes already half closed. Ezra leaned down and kissed her on her the top of her head.
"Ok, let's get you to bed," he said, turning off the shower. He stepped out first, and grabbed her hand as she stepped out, to ensure she wouldn't slip. He took one of the fluffy white towels off the rack and proceeded to drag her off all over.
"Ezra, don't worry about me; I can do it," she said, trying to brush him off.
"No, no, I need to make sure you're totally dry," he said, smiling at her. And he did; he dried her until there wasn't a spec of water left on her. He gave himself a quick once over with the towel and wrapped it around his waist, as she stood there naked. "Hang on, I'll be right back," he said, leaving the bathroom.
He returned a minute later, with a yellow object in his hand. "I checked and the laundry doesn't seem to be finished yet, so I thought you may want to sleep in his tonight?" he asked, offering her the Hollis sweatshirt.
She smiled ear to ear. "Of course I would; this is my favorite thing to sleep in anyways."
"Well, don't get too comfortable in it. You're not taking it out of this apartment," he told her, referring to the times she had tried to convince him to let her take the sweatshirt home so she could sleep with a piece of him at night. He loved her but he always refused, fearing that the sweatshirt would be found and their relationship would be found out, or worse, the sweatshirt would be tossed by one of her parents. (KIDDING).
"Sure, whatever you say dear," she said cheekily, looking at him as she pulled the soft fabric over her head. She stood there in only his college sweatshirt, that went past her butt, without panties on, with wet messy hair, and Ezra's heart felt like it could explode with pure joy. THIS. This is what the term "home" meant; it wasn't about a fancy house or lots of stuff to fill that fancy house. It was about the feelings his body felt when he saw this tiny brunette creature, with big doe eyes, wearing his college sweatshirt, in his bathroom, and getting ready to get into bed with him.
After he put on a pair of boxers, they slipped into bed together. She burrowed under the blankets and he wrapped a strong, protective arm around her frame, and pulled her close. He kissed her hair once and they drifted off to sleep together.