Chapter 10… yikes… how did we get here?

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Cue titles.

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He was driving her backwards, hard and fast and just as lost as she was. John stepped in close and she drew in a breath of shock, his leg coming to rest between hers as he forced her retreat. She vaguely heard the slam of the door as she collided with it.

Though short, the drive to the apartment was slightly tense and full of promises. John kept tapping the wheel with his fingers, would've bounced his knee if he wasn't driving. He was just so fidgety. It was the anticipation, he supposed. His previous relationships (if you could call them that) were all so different to what he had now with Anna. John didn't want to mess up. This was special.

Once inside, he couldn't resist the hold she had over him. Her eyes, drawing him in; her lips still looking a bit red and swollen from their activities earlier. After opening the door and stepping inside, John gently held Anna's face, propping up her chin for a kiss. It was soft and gentle, and so not what she wanted right now. She needed heat.

With a sharp inhale, she opened her mouth, meeting his as he too parted his own to take that last breath from her. She could feel the moan that vibrated on contact, the slide of his tongue wet, and warm, along with the rush of hot air from his nose onto her face and she surged forward. Parting swiftly, both breathing heavily, Anna could feel his breath puff across her face and chest. She leaned forward, belying the hunger from moments ago, nudged her nose affectionately against his. Her hand slid down his arm and intertwined their fingers. Anna took her other hand to guide his arm with her, as she slowly lead him up the stairs.

Every few steps, it seemed she could keep her hands (or lips) off him either. Anna would pause and turn around to seize his mouth with hers. John would then try and place his arms on her waist to draw her closer but Anna continued on ascending. Their shoes had been abandoned not far from the front door, somewhere around the third or fourth step. His jacket soon followed as Anna pushed it from his shoulders, determined to feel the muscles hidden underneath.

Her light cardigan also found a place on the stairs, just at the top as they crashed through her bedroom door. John's hands were everywhere. Grasping her hips, sliding up to her waist, slightly grazing past her breasts, never stopping in one place for long. It was maddening.

There was kissing and pressing of lips, teasing tongues and clashes of teeth. Her hands tried to correct matters, holding his face while her fingers drove through his hair. Her soft tongue licking at his lips as a groan ripped from his throat, but her lips muffled the noise, pulling him deeper into the dark room.

A light switched was fumbled for along the wall as they tore past, all thought of elegance was swiftly disappearing. He wanted to get lost in her, learn her patterns, what she liked and what she didn't. Earlier in the library hadn't nearly satisfied his eager curiosity. He wanted to know what made her lose her breath, and he desired to be the person who could make her do just that. It was so hard not to want to slide to his knees and worship her for all eternity.

The heat Anna was craving was surrounding her now. Her fingers began to search blindly and found his shirt buttons, which she urgently wished were already gone.

"This shirt," she gasped, "you're not particularly fond of it, are you?"

"What?" He let out a soft whine that could've been Anna's name at some point, had his brain been allowed to articulate.

"Stuff it." She tore at his lapels, sending buttons flying in all directions, scattering around the room. "Much better."

Her hands wandered his chest, slowly dipping into the sparse trail of dark hair descending from his navel. John was lost to her, fumbling as he tried to catch up with her fingers. With Anna's hands fingering his leather belt, he moved his own up her back under her blouse, enjoying every curve and contour. He didn't think she would appreciate flinging more buttons onto the floor, so he carefully caressed around to her front, popped each one through the holes, and was finally able to tops her shirt aside.

By this time, Anna had him right where she wanted. John felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. She fell forward and he was flat on his back, leaning heavily on his chest her breath coming in pants, her body moving feebly against his. From her upright position, Anna returned to her battle with his belt. She ran her fingers across the leather and he shivered as if it was his own skin. With a glint in her eye and teeth nibbling on her lower lip, his belt was gone and she palmed him through his trousers.

John surprised by surging up suddenly, trapping her hand between them and seizing her in a fierce kiss. He was once again struck by how very right she tasted. The taste left him, however, when Anna shuffled back. Her hands had his trousers undone and was pulling them down to mid thigh, only as far as she needed. She then surprised him by standing up once more to unzip her skirt to let it thump onto the floor, followed by her underwear. She placed her knees either side of him, wearing only a light blue lacy bra.

He could feel her through his boxer shorts. She was resting just there. Not wanting to be idle, John slid his hands up her legs, one hand curling about her hip, while the other slipped up the inside of her right thigh. His fingers found her folds and John's breath caught in his throat.

"You're soaked" he drawled

Anna was past words or clever retorts. Merely whining and trying to persuade his finger to dip inside her. She needed him more than she needed air right now.

He stroked her, perineum to clit, her hips rocking in time with his hand. Anna leaned forward to kiss him urgently, desperate for more contact. His pelvis jerked upwards at a particularly arousing lick against the corner of his mouth. Her lithe fingers, moving against him and brushing his hard cock, drove John half-mad before she even managed to start on his straining striped shorts.

Releasing his lips, she smiled at the sight, even as her fingers wriggled beneath the elastic waistband and tugged them down. Shed to mid-thigh to join his trousers, his cock bobbed free, and Anna caught him.

He had underestimated her, he blearily though as her hand flexed tantalisingly about his length. He just hadn't considered that she was such a temptress. She had so many layers, Anna, and each of them were more enticing than the last. The soft pad of her thumb caressed his flushed head, her tongue teasing her red bottom lip as she hungrily eyed his expression. John had no control of his hips as they bucked once more.

Realising she still had her bra on, Anna allowed him a reprieve (kind or not) and removed her hands to address the offending article. His mouth went dry at his first glimpse of her breasts. They were just the right size for his hands with tiny, pink nipples he'd sell his soul to kiss.

Focussing on the task at hand, John's hand was on the move again and firmly pinched her at the top of her sex. Anna keened at the sudden burst of pleasure, almost bordering on pain. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"Please," she begged. Their teasing had lasted long enough. She thought it was time to move on to bigger and better things.

"What do you want Anna? What do you need?" John rasped, his fingers never ceasing their movements. He was overwhelming her in a very pleasant sort of way.

"You. Just you, please." She was puffing, trying to keep in time with his hand on her. More, she thought.

As if hearing her thoughts, he breached her forcefully with one finger. She was tight, clenching around his single digit. He stroked, softly, in and out a tiny bit at a time.

"More," Anna begged out loud this time.

She was rewarded when a second finger joined the first, filling her tight passage.

"Better?" he half gulped.

Without answering, she ripped his hands away, grasped his cock and promptly sank down.

Christ. If he thought she was hot before, he was sure he was burning now.

"Better now." She giggled but was soon cut of as she shifted forward. His fingers were clenched around her hips so tightly, Anna wondered if he would leave marks behind.

They soon created a rhythm. Her strong thighs managing to steady rock and John rose to meet her. It was heaven. She moaned deep in her throat, teeth biting into her lip to muffle the sound. He didn't want that.

Firmly he drags a thumb over her bottom lip, freeing it from between her teeth. "Don't quieten yourself," he murmurs. "I want to hear you." She nods her assent and focuses on her hands, now rubbing up and down his sides, nails now digging into his bare shoulders. Each movement of their hips brought her closer and closer to that peak she was searching for desperately.

She arched her back, neck stretching as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Mouth open in a permanent gasp, John seemed to be everywhere at once. Hands on her hips, guiding her movements down onto him, then on her breasts massaging her nipples into tantalising peaks. Finally her went back to her mound, right where they were joined and began to rub and stroke in time with their thrusts.

Anna couldn't hold it back even if she tried. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed through her, she was tense and yet trembled from head to toe. But it was beautiful and she didn't care, the feel of him against every part of her body. Inside and out he claimed everything, and gave it all back tingling, bursting with colour, vivid and alive she wanted to pull it all in and let it all go.

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She could've sworn she was the last to leave. The corridors were dark, quiet, usually this meant it was empty. But as Mary made her way from her classroom, she could see the light was still on in the adjoining room.

Matthew.

Not wanting another one of those conversations, Mary sped past as fast as humanly possible in her shoes and headed to the staffroom. Usually she was safe, she had Anna as a buffer in case of these incidents. But no, Miss Smith had already departed. Without telling Mary. Her best friend. And flatmate. Wasn't there a code for these soughs of things? Anyway, three old mugs in hand, she placed them at the sink to be washed in the morning. Right now, she was eager to just go home and rest.

"Oh, I thought I was the only one still here…" Matthew had joined her, of course he had.

She spun 'round to face him. Those eyes must be shown appreciation, after all.

"Just me, I'm afraid." She forced a smile. "Though I'm leaving now. Mustn't let Anna wonder where I am."

"Actually," he started, "while I've got you, there was something I wanted to ask."

"Oh?"

"Yes, um… Well, last week- at that fair- I had rather a lot of fun. And I wondered if you might want to do it again sometime?"

"The fair was only there for a short time, in fact I think it finished today so I don-

"No, you misunderstand me. I meant would you like to go out again? With… me..?"

"Oh, Matthew." Mary closed her eyes in exasperation. "You and I, we've been on the edge of this so many times."

"Yes, but that was before I found you spying on your friend and forced you to spend time with me. And as much as you want to deny it, you had fun."

Mary scoffed. "I think you overestimate your appeal."

"I think you underestimate yours."

The pair stared for a moment, neither one willing to back down. She went to move past him as elegantly as possible.

He spoke again just as she reached the door.

"I won't give up, Mary. Not now."

At the car, she willed her hands to stop shaking as she put the key into the ignition. How dare he? As if she wasn't on edge enough with Mr Richard I've-got-a-frog-in-my-throat Carlisle. (Honestly, how is the man not permanently coughing?) Now it seemed Matthew had got the bit between his teeth.

All Mary had wanted was a calm afternoon to plan some classes' course of action and then go home to relax. The former had been interrupted and was hoping the latter would soothe her anxiety. Maybe Anna could dig out her mother's genius homemade soup recipe? Or they could huddle under every single blanket they owned and watch trashy rom-coms starring Hugh Grant? She didn't think there was any ice cream left in the house… but both ideas were sounding more and more appealing as Mary drove home and swiftly pulled up at the apartment.

Rubbing her hands together to ward off the chill, Mary then dug around in her hand bag to search for her keys. She was not in the mood for numb fingers. Finally, opening the door, she let out a sigh and the relief of being home. Clunking off her shoes, she dumped her bags down and flopped several folders onto the couch. When her loud arrival died down, Mary suddenly became aware of noises coming from upstairs. A sharp cry rang out through the apartment, decidedly female.

What on earth was Anna doi-

Oh god no

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John pressed his forehead into her shoulder, panting against her skin. Her lips met his ear as his nose trailed up the soft and delicate lines of her throat.

Anna's kiss was sloppy this time, her body exhausted from her release. It was perfect.

Their perfection was shattered as the door suddenly burst open.

"Mary?!"

"Fuck!"

It was John's turn to curse, as his almost-niece walked in on him being straddled naked by his girlfriend/her best friend. Not to mention they were still rather… linked.

"Don't worry, Uncle John, I can't see anything."

"Mary! What are you doing?" Anna's arm came up to band across her breasts, trying to maintain a shred of dignity. Probably failing.

"Just getting a couple of things straight before I can allow this to continue."

"'Allow to continue'? I wasn't aware you needed to be so thoroughly consulted!" she hissed furiously.

"First of all: are you being safe?"

"Safe? Are you really-

"Just answer the question."

"You know I'm on the pill."

"Secondly: John, are you being considerate? Not selfish? You know how we women can be."

"I… well-

"Don't answer that, John." Anna interrupted. "He's fine, Mary, I was just enjoying myself!"

"Good, good. Nice to know you're being looked after," she was beaming at the pair laying on the bed. "So what? Nice hand job or-

"OUT!"

"Right, yes. Carry on."

The closed door echoed slightly at Mary's retreat. This wasn't happening. This surely wasn't happening?

Anan turned to face a rather flushed and bewildered John.

"You," she pointed a finger at him. "shall deny everything when they discover her body somewhere. I cannot be responsible for my actions once we're done here."

"We're not done here?"

"I don't think so, do you?" She rocked her hips into his. He was still hard inside her, despite the intrusion.

"Thank god," he gasped.

His hands grasped her shoulders and he flipped her, pushing her onto her back and kneeling up so that her legs were locked around his waist. John's hands then gripped her hips, pulling her upwards so that her rear was resting on his thighs, and Anna let her head roll back, heart still pounding from her climax.

"Now, it's my turn" he smirked.

Anna almost thought she needed to feel worried at the gleam in his eyes.

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Mary had situated herself in her favourite arm chair, heater on comfortably to her side, book in one hand and the other free to grip her wine glass. She deserved one, after all.

Everything could have looked like an ordinary evening for Miss Crawley, apart from the head phones that rested in her ears. As to not distract her from the words on the page, she was blasting as many instrumental songs as possible, to drown out the commotion coming from upstairs.

Even through the music, however, Mary was still able to discern two sounds. A particularly loud female cry in ecstasy, followed by a heavy male grunt in response.

She had a feeling this was going to be a long evening…

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Well…. that was interesting….. Might just be a hell of a lot of smut but OH WELL. At least there was no angst-y drama… Yet.

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