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Without another word, he moved to the left side of her, before backing her up against his bed. She fell onto it when the back of her knees met with the side of it, and he crouched down low, his head now leveled with hers.

"Then prove it." He said, his eyes watching her every move, just like the predator she had referred him to be.

Part Two.

Six heaved a breath of air into her lungs, the only thing she could do, without falling apart from what Emile had said. He wanted her to prove that she knew what she was getting herself into? She had little clue in how to start these things off, it wasn't like she had actual experience in this department, unlike him, who probably had plenty.

But to hell with it, she'd give her best shot and if it wasn't enough, to hell with Emile too, for being a complete dick.

But looking upon him, she noticed that he wasn't exactly wearing anything that she could take off, excluding his dog tags and sweatpants. She believed that removing an article of clothing would be a good start – except it wasn't in this case. So the only viable option she really had, was to drop a sarcastic answer.

"Well, you're not exactly wearing anything that I can take off - from this position, and I'm kind of… locked in…?" Her words almost came out stuttering halfway through because Emile's lips were turning upwards into a very suspicious smile, and she wasn't exactly sure what was about to come next.

Suddenly she was lifted away from the bed and into the arms of Emile, and he, while holding her, laid himself on his back onto his bed, bringing her on top of him, her legs straddling his midsection.

"How 'bout that, sweetheart? Is this a better angle for you?"

Six's cheeks were dusted with red, and she clenched her teeth at his boldness. Of course he'd do that. Why hadn't she seen it coming?

Now that she was on top of him, she had free reign to, well, to undress herself, and he did say to prove herself. The only way she could do that, without losing her dignity, would be to take off her oversized t-shirt. She glanced up towards his face, and saw that he had his arms folded underneath his head in a relaxed position, but his sly smile was still very much present. She steeled herself and met his eyes with her grey orbs, before her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she slowly started the process of bringing it up towards herself. Her slightly toned stomach soon came into view, before the rest of her upper body became visible to him, the shirt now thrown off to the side as her hands landed onto his chest, her eyes still looking into his. He had yet to break the connection to look at her bared chest, which made her think that maybe, she had done something wrong. However, his hands slowly unfolded themselves from under his head and he placed them on her hips, his grip secure.

"Seems you have a fighting side to you. Are you really sure about proceeding, perhaps you need more time?" If his tone hadn't been so… Challenging, or almost condescending for that matter, she would've thought he was actually becoming considerate, but alas, he most definitely wasn't. Actually, it was more of him poking fun at her rather than being kind.

'Jerk.' She inwardly thought, and her brow furrowed in slight irritation of his behavior. She wasn't going to let him humiliate her like that, there was no way she was going to let him get to her this time.

And with that mindset, she lowered her upper body to connect with his chest, her chin coming to rest above his pectorals.

"At least I'm trying to do something. You rather poke fun than show me what you've got."

That apparently warranted a reaction from him, for in the next passing second, their positions became reversed, and she was the one that was now underneath. His eyes were searching hers, and traces of his smile had vanished. She gulped, truly believing that she had done fucked up this time.

"Careful, sweetheart. I know what I'm doing, I'm not sure the same can be said about you."

That wasn't a comment she had been prepared to hear, and her eyes widened in slight disbelief. He knew she had no experience, and he was using that information against her. It felt like a knife twisted in her heart, and hot, angry tears quickly welled up inside her eyes. She felt damned, because he had actually managed to get to her after all.

"Of course you'd say that. Keep making fun of me, see if I care later!"

She tried her best to fight against his heavy form pressing down on her, wiggling her hips and torso in a desperate attempt to get away. But Emile wasn't going to let her, for one of his hands gripped the both of her wrists and pinned them above her head, his other supporting the majority of his weight onto his elbow as to not crush her beneath him.

"What exactly do you want from me!? I'm damned if I do, but damned if I don't! Stop playing games, Emile! Haven't you had your fun yet, you just have to remind me of my nonexistent experience with guys too? Maybe it's people like you that's the reason why I never pursued anybody, because all of you are je-" She didn't get to complete her sentence as a firm pressure was applied to her lips. Her teary eyes widened at Emile's unpredicted action. His mouth pressed down onto her in an almost desperate manner, and for a few seconds she didn't respond. However, with a little coaxing from Emile's side, she slowly but surely returned his kiss. Soon enough, his tongue entered her mouth, entwining with hers in a dance rather than a dominating match of tongue-wrestling. Her toes curled in reaction and her captured hands clenched into fists. His tongue swept the cavern of her mouth, exploring every little part as his mouth slanted to the side. His and her lips seemed to fit perfectly, and her eyes closed in the sensation of the kiss.

It then came to a stop as the need for air surfaced, and Emile disconnected his lips from hers, both of them panting. His burning eyes met with her conflicted grey, and he interlocked their gazes.

"I want you, all of you. You were damned the moment I laid my eyes on you. Don't expect that I'm going to leave you alone. You belong to me, all parts of you. The fact that no one else has touched you makes it all the better. I'll get to teach you from the start."

And after those words were spoken, Emile crashed his lips against hers again, but this time it held so much more passion that Six felt her body almost had short-circuited from the overload of all the sensations.

He let go of her hands to bring his own down to her front, his palms skimming across her breasts and her sides. She was a little ticklish, and so when his light touch reached her sides, she almost burst into laughter, which interrupted the kissing session. All she got from Emile was an eyebrow raise, and she explained to him.

"I'm… I'm a little ticklish. Kinda why I uh, had to laugh. Sorry." Emile just chuckled in response, his voice reverberating through her body, and she let out a quiet, comfortable sigh in reaction.

She felt Emile's hand move further up, and they grasped onto the mounds that were on her chest. They seemingly fit into his hands rather perfectly, her breasts completely covered by the palms of his hands. He then suddenly tweaked a nub, and her body arched upwards, and a gasp left her mouth. It was enough to cause him to smirk, and he lowered his face to her chest, his eyes seeking hers.

Six met his gaze, and her cheeks reddened, the red dusting across her cheeks in a thin layer. He smiled sinisterly before his mouth sucked in one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around it. His other hand went to work with her left out nipple, and he stimulated both at the same time. The small breathy gasps and moans that Six were making caused his body to react. His body heated up, and the blood pumped through his system. He let go of her nipple with a slight pop, before bringing his head up to hers. Six had her eyes half-closed and her mouth open, a perfect opportunity for him to press his mouth against hers once again. But this time, he coaxed her tongue to join his inside his own, and they interlocked in a twisting match, with Emile coming out the dominator. She seemed to have no problems with that however, letting him steer.

He used the opportunity of her distraction to slip his hand down her shorts, and then pressing a finger up against the sensitive nub located there. Her eyes shot up at the new, sudden sensation, her mouth drew in a breath. But, he didn't let her go, and he rolled his finger in a circular motion across her pearl, and her back arched into him, her chest pressing up against his. He continued this motion until her body was shaking, and he stopped. A small whine reached his ears and his brow creaked in amusement.

"Want me to continue, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes." Came her breathy reply. Emile smirked, knowing that he was the cause.

"Then all you have to do, is simply ask."

Six opened and closed her mouth, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She wasn't sure what Emile was playing at, but she figured that he wasn't going to do something that would hurt in her the psychological way, so she did what he had said.

"Please Emile, don't… don't stop." His smirk widened, because he knew that she was completely at his mercy. He was the one in control of every little thing. He rolled his fingers twice against her pearl, and she yearned in response.

All of a sudden, he slipped a finger within her tight core, and Six drew in another breath, her eyes once again widening, the new sensation unknown to her. He slowly pumped it in and out for a while, eliciting small whimpers from the small form of Noble Six, as her hands clenched the sheets. He then added another finger, scissoring them throughout the process in order to prepare her for what was next to come. However, before that stage happened, he had to have her completely ready, and so, he quickened his pace thrice the original speed, and Six's body tensed from the newly set pace. Soon he had her coming, her liquids drenching his fingers.

She was a panting mess beneath him, and he studied the aftermaths of his creation. Her mouth was open, breaths being heaved in and slowly exhaled. Her body was shivering slightly from the cold breeze sweeping over her hot form, and her eyes were half lidded due to the pleasure.

"Well done, sweetheart." He commented, and she smiled a small smile up to him.

Six laid on his bed panting, the aftereffects of her first orgasm still washing through her. It all were new sensations to her, things she had never experienced before, and ironically, it was Emile who was showing and coaching her through it.

Soon she felt the pressure of Noble Four laying himself on top of her, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Ready for the next step?" He asked, and she nodded in reply, not able to muster a voice required answer.

Emile went to move his hands to the hem of her shorts, and with a glance upwards, he started to slowly pull them down, along with her panties. He followed them through the length of her legs, his hands caressing her flesh with tenderly motions, something she thought he was incapable of being. But unsurprisingly so, he was rather good at it.

He lifted both her legs higher, and shifted to the side in order to remove the shorts and panties. Now she was in all her naked glory before him, and he was looking upon her with a heated stare. But she knew his gaze also held compassion, having seen it earlier. Emile was almost surreal, he was so different, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She had yet to fully understand the enigma that was Emile, but over time, she hoped she would get to the bottom of just who Spartan-A329 was.

Her legs were placed back in their original position, and Emile moved back down, however, further away. His head was positioned at her stomach, and he was placing feather light kisses across her abdomen. Her stomach automatically tensed, but his hands soothed her and she relaxed again. His eyes looked up to her and he kissed his way up to her chest, his lips going between the valley of her breasts before settling on her neck, where he bit down tenderly. In reaction, Six moved her arms to his muscled back and slightly dug her nails into the flesh of his back. He growled in response and then suddenly bit down hard on her neck, all the while his hands grasped her hips to hold her steady. She let out a pained moan, and her eyes prickled.

She knew why he had done so – it was to mark her. To make her his in a new way than claiming her mouth. Her nails dug painfully into his back and another growl escaped him. His mouth licked the newly marked spot on her neck to soothe it before he continued his trip up to her mouth. He locked eyes with Noble Six, and she mustered a small smile in response. He answered by pressing his mouth onto hers, initiating another tongue battle. During the tongue twister, she decided that this next step, she was going to make. He had already satisfied her once, and she could repay him by at least getting rid of his last clothing article.

And so, her hands unsurely travelled down to the hem of his pants, however, she stopped her motion at that, not knowing how Emile would react. He stopped the kiss to contemplate her, before the corner of his lips lifted slightly, and he whispered in a husky voice.

"Go on." With his permission, her hands fumbled with the drawstrings, untying them before slowly pulling the hem of both his pants and boxers down. He rose from his position and took them off the rest of the way when she no longer could reach.

During it all, Six had directed her gaze to anything but the part between his legs, her face heating up at the mere knowledge of the organ being there. But a gravel voice was calling out to her, and she turned towards him, her eyes meeting his.

"Six, don't get embarrassed. You call me a dick every other day, it's time actually see one." Six, to the contrary, was now completely embarrassed, and she let out a frustrated sigh.

"You just had to make a joke, didn't you."

"Of course I had to. Now come on, it's getting cold."

"Seriously? Now you're just taking it a step too far."

"Nah I'm not, you're just being a baby about it all. Grow a pair."

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Last time I checked, I was a woman."

"Last time I checked, you were definitely a woman."

"I give up."

"Good. Six, c'mon now, you can do it."

"Alright, alright, calm it!" Six replied, and let out another frustrated sigh. Sometimes Emile had those perks that she wasn't sure whether she should laugh or frown at, it being part of that grey zone that was simply undefinable. She mustered up the little courage she had and finally glanced to the middle section of Emile. It was… a sight to behold, she thought, the organ standing tall and proud. She wasn't sure if other people deemed him big or not, but to her – she wondered how that thing was going to fit.

"Good girl, you did it."

"Yes, I know, be proud now, please."

"Already am." And with that, Emile returned to his position of lying on top of her, this time nothing in between their bodies.

She felt his organ against her stomach, and her cheeks reddened at the fact, while Emile seemed to smirk at her, his eyes half lidded in smug confidence.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, avoiding pressing his mouth fully against her, and she became irritated at the teasing. So she took the matter into her own hands, and she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down towards her, capturing his mouth with her own and slipping her tongue inside. He mumbled 'vixen' against her mouth before succumbing to her and kissing her back just as vigorously.

During this time, Emile had made sure she was distracted before he placed himself at her opening. Deeming that this was a good time as any, he pulled back a little before fully thrusting himself into her, breaking through her barrier and sheathing himself deep inside. The sudden intrusion caused pain to bloom behind her eyes and her eyes filled with tears as pain coursed through her body. She dug her nails into his back and almost ripped her mouth away from him, but he captured her tongue between his teeth, not letting her go. Her body arched and convulsed, her hips bucking in a desperate attempt to rid of the intruder. But he remained still, all the while pressing firmly down onto her to keep her steady. The arm that wasn't supporting his weight, came up to caress her cheek in a soothing motion, and he swept the few hairs away from her face. He then let go of her tongue, and it retreated back into her mouth.

"You okay, Six?" He got a mumbled reply, and his ears picked up something that sounded eerily similar to 'you're a dick, Emile'.

He just chuckled.

"I'm not a dick, sweetheart, but I have one, and it's currently inside you."

"Oh my god, just don't. You're ruining it all."

"I'm as close as I ever can be with you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, but you're not gonna keep your family jewels much longer if you pull a dick move like that again, in both the figurative and literal sense of the word."

"Alright, calm down. I promise I won't. Besides, the worst is over." Six mumbled something under her breath, but he didn't exactly manage pick it up.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"I said, move…" Emile smirked in response, his eyes teeming with smugness. He pulled out slightly before thrusting back in, keeping a slow and steady pace to make sure it was all pleasurable for Six. After all, this was more painful for her than it has ever been for him. She deserved the care.

Six had to struggle a bit before finding the rhythm of rolling her hips in time with his thrusts, and even though she was feeling a bit of shame of her inexperience, Emile was just so accepting – in his crude ways.

But he cared. He cared, and that was what mattered.

Soon the two of them were building up to their ends, and Emile quickened his pace, pounding into her with secure thrusts. Her hips rolled in motion to his thrusting, and her fingers gripped onto his faux hawk hair, the threads of dark brown sliding softly between her fingers. Her mouth was open and panting, and she was feeling the coil within her tense up further, indicating that she was close.

Emile pushed ahead, and he brought Six to the edge, her moaning almost-scream enough to bring him to edge himself as he spurted himself deep into her. He collapsed onto Six's form, his breath heaving, before he caught himself and placed an elbow on either side of her head to hinder himself from crushing her all too much. He glanced down through his lidded eyes, seeing the dilated pupils of his girl beneath him. She had a satisfactory smile on her lips, and he gave her his signature smirk.

"Wasn't too bad, was it?" At that comment, Six's cheeks became red once again for the umpteenth time.

"Don't." She replied. He shook his head and went to press his lips against hers in a slow kiss. There was no fiery passion backing it up, rather, it was a kiss of tenderness. He then pulled out from her before moving to the side closest to the wall, pulling her with him. The blanket that was scrambled at the bottom of the bed he scrambled with his feet before managing to highjack it with his hands and pull it over them both. He cradled Noble Six close to him, her back curled to fit his own, spooning into him. She was small, but he knew she packed power. After all, it was always the small ones that were the most powerful ones, because no one really found them a threat until the smashed your face in. Luckily for him, he hadn't become target practice for it, and he hoped it would stay that way. He'd never underestimate someone small again, Six having opened his eyes to the strength of those that few acknowledged.

Six came to feel fully relaxed spooning up against Emile, his heat radiating to her, keeping her warm. She hadn't really predicted that this would happen when she first met Emile, having been against his proclamations of becoming one of his conquests.

The thought trailed further, and the smile she had on her lips slowly faded. What if he thought this was a one-time thing? She had never gotten a complete answer regarding that particular detail, and she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What if she had actually just become a part of his trophy wall?

A breath hitched in her throat, and she had to clench her jaw shut to hinder the onslaught of tears. She had to get an answer, and that now.

She shifted in her position so that she was facing him. She searched out his gaze, and upon finding it, she saw that he was already looking at her.

"Emile… Is this just a one-time thing to you?" Her voice trembled and she hated herself for feeling weak.

"A-and if it is… Can we pretend it never ha-happened?" Her voice shook, and the tears that she so desperately had been fighting, came rushing down. She shifted her eyes to watch her hands trails patterns across his chest, the motion somewhat soothing.

She suddenly felt one of Emile's hand grasp her chin and directing it up towards him. His gaze held fiery passion, and they were completely readable. He had let his walls down for her to read his eyes. But it wasn't enough. She needed to hear it, needed him to say that she was his, and no one else's.

"Sweetheart, what was one of the first things I said to you before all this? I told you that you were going to be mine, and I meant it." He lowered his eyes closer to hers, their noses touching.

"And that's exactly what you are. You are mine." And with that he gave her the most mind-blowing kiss she had ever received. He brought her close to him, and she shifted back to spoon back into him, and they both fell asleep.

After all, their day had been packed with plenty of action.

Aaaand there you have it. I hope I succeeded, I've never really written lemon before, but other stories have taught to me at least what not to do, so it shouldn't be too horrible. Hope you enjoyed it!