Author's Rant: First off, thanks to all of you who reviewed. It's crazy to think that 3 days ago I was so bummed out over lack of response to this story that I actually kind of threatened you, my beloved readers, in a note at the bottom of a chapter.

And, even crazier: it worked. Chapter 3 has received 22 reviews in the 2.5 days since I posted it.

I was planning on waiting until I'd written something longer than 1,500 words before updating again (there were several requests for longer chapters) but the many, many responses requesting a quick update have successfully guilt-tripped me into wrapping this tidbit into a cliff hanger of sorts in order to serve as my Chapter 4.

So, I'm sorry to those of you who wanted longer updates, but my focus has to be on my midterms, not my fanfiction. This fic is almost complete as it is; from this point on all I really have planned is for the characters to have sex. Admittedly, they're going to be having sex, to an almost excessive degree, and probably spanning 2-3 additional chapters, and I expect Ezra's going to have a lot of conflicting thoughts and emotions as they do so, but seriously? This fic is a response to a prompt posted in an LJ Kink Meme; Brevity is practically an inherent quality.


It occurs to Ezra that perhaps instead of sitting on the couch, staring at the door like an idiot, waiting for Aria, he should have been seeing to his own needs. Because now he's really close. Too close. And all they've done thus far is engage in a little heavy petting while making out on his couch. It's embarrassing. He needs to level the playing field.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he twists to the side and pushes, until Aria's lying on the sofa, on her back beneath him, and begins sliding her t-shirt up her body. He kisses, bites, sucks, and licks each new bit of exposed skin until Aria's patience reaches its limit and she's yanking her shirt up over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Smirking, Ezra crawls up Aria's body and resumes kissing her, his hands sliding up to palm her breasts through her bra, thumbing over her nipples bluntly, until Aria is arching up into his touch and grunting lightly into his mouth. Ezra slides his arms around her, and in a moment of perfect synchronicity, they divest her of her bra without breaking the kiss: he lifts, she arches, he unhooks, and she slides her arms from beneath the straps, her bra quickly joining her shirt on the floor. Without missing a beat his hands begin to map the newly exposed territory, mouth still pressed firmly against hers.

This time it's Aria who breaks the kiss, pulls back, and stares at him pointedly. Ezra gets her meaning immediately, and sits up, resuming the same position as when she'd arrived. She stays put, studying his profile as he unbuttons his shirt. Once his shirt has joined her shirt & bra on the floor, she rises. Making no immediate moves towards him, she sheds her boots, socks, and skirt. Clad only in her dampened panties, she straddles him, pressing him firmly against the couch with all the strength her tiny frame can muster before exploring his chest with her hands and mouth. She's rougher than he was, nails raking paths she soothes with her tongue, only to worry the skin again with her teeth. He loves it, and soon he's the one panting, arching, and begging.

Her hands go to his belt buckle and suddenly everything gets serious, her eyes are locked onto his, silently asking for permission. He gives it, nodding once and her brief timidity is replaced by a devilish glint in her eye as she slide off his lap, sinks to her knees on the floor, and rids him of his remaining clothing.

Suddenly Aria's eyes are on his again, and it dawns on Ezra what she intends to do a split second before it happens.

"Holy crap." Ezra's expression and intonation are almost identical to that first day of school, except while that was possibly the worst moment of his life, this is probably the best because Aria's taken his cock into her mouth and she's sucking and licking and bobbing her head and, as if he needed further evidence that she's perfect for him, using exactly the right amount of teeth. Once she begins massaging his balls with one hand, he knows he's done for, so he pushes gently at Aria's shoulder, letting her know she needs to pull off before he comes, except instead Aria takes him into her mouth further, until he's breached her throat, and swallows, her throat becoming almost vise-like, and soon she's drinking down his fluids with the same sort of enthusiasm she does caffeinated beverages (a display which he appreciates greatly because, given that he shares her love of coffee, the chances of his spunk tasting anything short of awful are approximately the same chances for a snowball's survival in Hell), and it is the hottest fucking thing he's ever seen.

But now that the moment is over, and Aria has discreetly wiped her mouth with the waistband of his discarded boxers and climbed back up onto the couch, the embarrassment is beginning to set in for both of them; Ezra for his lack of stamina, Aria for her wanton behavior. Which is why he slumps back against the sofa, eyes on the ceiling as he fights to catch his breath; and why Aria curls up beside him instead of on top of him, eyes trained on his face, studying his reaction. Eventually the silence is too much.

"Jesus, Aria- That was- You were- You're Amazing," Ezra finishes lamely, rolling his head to the side so he can see her face. He takes in her dark wild eyes, pupils blown wide with lust; sees her thighs pressed tight and clenching again, and he's reminded that he has a job to do. Cupping the base of her skull, he draws her in for a heated kiss, trying to convey with his mouth his gratitude and his intention to reciprocate.

But first, Ezra decides he wants to regain the upper hand.

TBC...


A/N: If you find any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise, please let me know so I can fix them. And for the love of Spencer's Hats, please Review.

Also, to save you the trouble of asking: Yes, a man's caffeine intake really does affect how his spunk tastes. Google it.