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Warning: (light) smut


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All Or Nothing And Everything In Between

(The Color In Anything/Breaking In)

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"Please tell me we're not doing what I think we are, Emily."

"We're definitely not breaking into my mother's house," she assures him nonchalantly, just as he asked her to, without as much as a blink. She swings herself over the fence ever so gracefully, leaving no doubt that she's done it before.

"This will look great on my record if we get caught," Aaron mutters under his breath, adding almost hopefully, "Don't you have a key?"

Emily shakes her head and he bites back a groan. "Then I suggest we leave."

"Stop worrying," Emily muses with a roll of her eyes, motioning for him to follow her. She's dressed for a nightclub, not a break-in. But instead of the smoky underground club he expected to be dragged to, Aaron finds himself behind the high garden fence of her mother's property in the middle of the night.

"Are you coming?" Emily asks impatiently, still waiting for him to make up his mind.

She's wearing one of her vintage dresses again, black lace and purple velvet, breathtakingly short and utterly stunning. A set of studded belts and bracelets adorns her arms and hips, while a pair of fishnet stockings makes her legs appear endless. She's gone easy on the make up tonight, even though her eyes are still smudged black. Her long dark hair is falling down her back in curls, and Aaron wants nothing more than to run his fingers through it.

"You're staring," Emily remarks bluntly, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

"In my defense, it's impossible not to."

Emily bites her lip, and she almost looks shy. Only the devilish glow in her eyes gives her away.

"Why don't you come over here?" She asks, and he's still wondering if everything with her will end in a challenge when he swings himself over the fence.

"Are you sure your mother isn't around?" He asks once he's back on solid ground.

Emily rolls her eyes theatrically. "If my mother were here, I wouldn't be."

"Did you have another disagreement?"

"Not exactly," Emily says with a hint of bitterness in her voice before she takes off into the direction of the house.

She's moving precisely, he notices, at the exactly the right angle to avoid getting caught on the cameras. Her steps are sure and fast, easily avoiding anything that could trigger an alarm until they finally reach the backdoor.

"We shouldn't have come here," Aaron mutters, eying the dark house, feeling ridiculously uncomfortable. "If your mother finds out-"

"She won't."

"There's a camera to your right."

"Is there?" Emily taunts with feigned surprise, closing the gap between them, until her lips almost touch his. "I turned them off," she adds almost soothingly. Aaron stills.

"That's impossible," he informs her. "If you'd shut off the system there would have been … " he stops. "You said you didn't even have a key anymore."

"I lied," Emily states, all serious now. Aaron frowns.

"Why did we sneak in then?" He asks, but Emily just slips out of her heels and offers him a chuckle on her way into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, they're lying next to each other on a blanket spread out on the lawn, nothing but the dark night sky above their heads.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Emily murmurs wistfully, her eyes searching the star lit horizon.

"You are," Aaron tells her truthfully.

There's a smile on her lips when she turns her head to meet his gaze, her fingers reaching for his face and trailing down the sides ever so gently. It's obvious what she wants. It has been since the moment she told him where they were headed.

"No one will see us," she assures him quietly, her eyes glistening with want and need. And something dark, something he thinks he may never understand.

"We're in front of your mother's house," Aaron reminds her, fighting against the sudden urge to kiss her despite his better judgement.

"No one's here, Aaron."

"What about the staff?"

Emily shakes her head once more. "It's just you and me," she murmurs, her hands already on his zipper. He stops her, his hand firmly over hers.

"Not here, Emily."

Her eyes glisten dangerously, and he sees the exact moment when her mood shifts.

"You weren't concerned about anyone seeing us the first time we fucked," she snaps, tension growing out of nowhere. Her voice is tainted with something he can't decipher, and he sees the disappointment flash in her eyes right before she jerks away from him.

He's not surprised though.

There's no middle ground. Never has been. Not with Emily. It's all or nothing. Always.

He moves closer, his hand already on her leg, trailing upwards and under the hem of her dress. She turns her head to look at him, slightly confused. What follows is the sharp intake of breath when Aaron slips his hand between her thighs and under her panties.

She gasps when he slides two fingers inside, her eyes fluttering shut when he starts moving them just a little bit faster. She grabs his arm tightly, her teeth piercing the soft skin of her bottom lip to stay quiet.

His name rolls over her tongue anyway and it almost sounds like a plea. He fastens his pace, crashing his lips against hers just in time to swallow her moans as he sends her over the edge.

When she opens her eyes again, they're glazed over, unfocused, and even in the dimly lit garden Aaron can see that she's flushed.

"Do that again," Emily half orders and half begs, her voice heavy with lust. Her dark eyes burn with a need he only understands since meeting her.

"Are you sure?" Aaron asks, and there's curiosity in her eyes, as if she doesn't understand the question at all.

Maybe she never has.

She only nods when she realizes that he's actually waiting for her permission, her grip on his arm tightening the second he starts working his fingers again.

This time, it doesn't take long before she shatters, and Aaron pulls her into a heated kiss to keep her close and quiet and there.

It's Emily who draws back first, just a little, her hand pulling at his shirt with force.

"Please, Aaron," she whispers, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to resist.

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