Note: I will warn you that this chapter is strictly smut. If you don't want to read that, skip this chapter. There are some elements relatively important to the story, but it'll be present in the other chapters too so no worries.

They'd found a back room, one he said he'd been staying in for a little while, and before the door was even shut, his lips were on hers. She grasped the black beanie and tugged it off his head, revealing long dark brown tied up in a bun. A tug and it's freed, leaving it to fall about his face. Aggressively kissing his lips, she buried her fingers into his hair, ruffling it and tugging at it occasionally. He backed her up against the door and her back met it with a grunt. Fingers grasped at the cut he wore, tugging him closer as her tongue played with his. His hands wandered her body, smoothing along her sides, shoulders, and down her backside, eventually finding her thighs. He lifts and pulls her up against him, keeping one hand on her ass and the other moving to her back to keep her stabilized. She wrapped her legs and an arm around him, tangling one hand into his hair as the other tugged his cut off.

She feels her back meet the bed, but is far too focused on him to really notice her surroundings have changed. He stood from her to shrug the cut off, tossing it aside before returning to her, pressing every inch of his body up against her. She flips them over so that she is straddling him, fingers still buried in his hair, lips still pressed to his. His hands are sliding across her back and gripping at her ass, urging her to keep going. She releases his lips to sit back, fingers grasping the zipper of the leather jacket underneath. She pulls it down and him upward as she forces it down his arms, eyes locked with his. He leans upward, locking their lips again as she throws it on the floor with his cut. She untangles her hand from his hair and softly touches his cheek, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She feels his hands slip between them and find the bottom of her shirt, sliding it upwards. She frees his lips, grasping the bottom of the shirt and throwing it across the room. He goes to kiss her but she stops him, placing a finger on his lips.

"What?" He asks, sounding concerned, moving his hands to rest on the bed.

"It's just that...I've never done this." She says softly, her arms resting on his shoulders.

"And what is that?" He questions, raising an eyebrow, using one of his hands to push his long hair back from his face.

"Had sex with a stranger. Like, 'y know, a one-night stand." God damn it, she's starting to feel nervous again. She shifts on top of him nervously and sighs, covering her face, muttering apologies. "Sorry, sorry. I'm making this weird. Your boner's probably gone." She shifts. "Yep, it's gone."

He can't help but chuckle, grabbing her hands and removing them from her face, placing them back on his shoulders. "Listen, I never said this was a one-night stand and I ain't a stranger, either. Remember, 'y know me."

"Sort-of." She interjects, but Opie stops her, placing a finger on her lips as she had done to him.

"And my boner's only gone because I thought you didn't want to do this." He says, concern coating his voice like honey.

"I do, I do wanna do this." She says, shaking her head. "I guess, why not, right?"

With that, she's kissing him again and his hands are grasping at her bra straps, sliding them off of her small shoulders. He slips his hand behind her back and undoes the clasps, letting it slide off of her shoulders freely. She grasps the bottom of his black shirt and tugs it upward, releasing his lips to look at the skin being revealed. Tugging it over his head, she grins. A chest and abdomen nearly covered in a variety of tattoos, a reaper in the center of his chest. Fingers drift across the skin, eyes carefully examining each of the tattoos, especially the one across his collarbones reading: "The center cannot hold, Anarchy is the only hope".

"Like 'em?" He asks.

"Yeah." She says softly, leaning down to lay kisses along the skin. Opie slowly lays back, letting his head hit the mattress and eyes drift closed. She starts suckling at his collarbones and then slowly going downwards, leaving a wet kiss on each of his pecs. Once she came to his jeans, she grasped the belt and undid it agonizingly slow, smirking as he opened his eyes to look at her pleadingly. Once it's removed, she tugs the jeans down, forcing him to kick off his shoes in the process. She removes his socks as well, leaving him nearly bare before her. Only a black pair of boxers remained, one she quickly removed to reveal his long, thick cock which was hardly pretty hard for her. She decided not to tease him any longer and lowered herself to bring him into her mouth, taking just his head in for the time being. A groan left the man beneath her and his hand found her long, pink hair. She would've grinned, but was occupied with his cock. She slowly took more of him in her mouth, a hand moving to grasp his base and begin a steady rhythm.

"Fuck." He cursed, throwing his head back, hair falling across the mattress. His eyes shut tight, already beginning to feel his orgasm building. Her pace quickened and his grip on her hair tightened and he started to bring her head down onto him faster and force her to take him deeper, though she didn't object. Her tongue dragged along his length, paying special attention to his tip and his hips started to thrust upwards, searching for the release he was nearing towards. He groaned and cursed loudly when it finally hit him, forcing himself deep into her mouth. She gagged a little, but kept him there until she swallowed his release. He tugged her upwards, bringing her lips back up to his, tongue forcing it's way into her mouth. She allows it's entry, hands finding his hair, and she gasps as she finds herself on her back.

"Your turn." He grumbled, voice low and guttural. She watches as he tugged down her jeans, panties following. Fingers grasp at the bedding in anticipation and she can feel his breath on her clit. His beard tickles her thighs, nearly making her giggle. It's only the fact the kissing and licking along her slit that stops her, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat.

"Mhm, Opie." She murmurs softly, one hand moving to bury in his hair, pulling upward for more attention on her clit. He complied, bringing his hands under her thighs and lifting them up onto his shoulders, allowing him to spread her legs open further. She felt his tongue on her, running along her opening and gave a soft groan, tilting her head back. His lips closed around her, suckling on her swollen clit. She tightened her fingers around the bedding enough that her knuckles were turning white. One of his hands moved to grasp at her breast, clutching and kneading it in his hands and one of her hands covered his, digging her nails into his slightly. She watched as he brought his free hand up to his mouth, sucked on one of his fingers, and then it disappeared between her legs.

"Fuck!" She cursed even louder than he had earlier when she felt his finger slide into her. He adjusted himself to allow continued teasing of her clit while he slid his finger in and out of her and she cried out again, nails digging into his hand even more. She could feel her orgasm approaching and fast, and it was clear that Opie knew it was coming on fast too. He slid another finger into her and increased his pace. She had experienced orgasms before, this was true, but never like the one she had that moment. No, she came harder than she ever had in her entire life. It was amazing. She's left gasping for breath, eyes fluttering open and close as Opie laps up her release and moves to tower above her, a hand on either side of her. He grins victoriously.

"That was amazing." She says breathlessly.

"Yeah? It's the hair. The ladies love it." He says with a chuckle, laying himself against her.

"Oh, is that so?" She flips them again, pinning him down to the mattress, face close to his. Opie pushes her hair from her face as she moves a hand to rest beside his head, the other on his chest, drifting aimlessly across the tattoos adorning his skin.

"Yeah." He replies, leaning up to kiss her lips softly. It quickly turns into more and as it does, he feels her adjust on top of him. He groans into her mouth as he feels her slide on top of him, fitting over him like a fucking glove. He pulls away to start kissing along her neck, a hand moving to her hips, bringing her down onto him completely. She moans into his ear, tilting her head to give him easier access to her neck and he takes the opportunity to pepper it with open-mouthed kisses. She slowly brings herself up and then back down and this goes on for a little while as she and him attempt to find a rhythm. It's a bit awkward at first, but eventually, their bodies agree on a rhythm. and fall into it, hips rising and lowering to meet each other. His free hand moves to her upper back, clinging to it as though he's afraid she might just disappear.

Their orgasms are fast-approaching, and she increases the pace to achieve it. Opie tries his best to do the same, and groans when he feels himself throb instead of her and throws his head back as he feels himself release inside of her. She came shortly after and she grabs his hair, hard, as she tightened around him. His muscles slowly relaxed, practically collapsing against the mattress. She pulled his cock out of her and did the same, laying against him, her head burying into the crook of his neck. He rests his hand against the back of her head.

"I kinda love you, I think." She says softly, words slightly muffled.

"Yeah...I...kinda love you too."