Musa and Riven-The Handyman
"How is it this hot in September?!" Aisha whined as she slumped onto the couch.
The Winx girls sat in their apartment in Magix, the heat of the early fall not much different from the summer heat. They were all trying to find ways to keep themselves cool in the heat as their air conditioning had gone out. The landlord said that he sent over a mechanic to fix it but it had been two days and nobody had shown up.
"This is the worst day of my life!" Stella groaned as she held a handheld electric fan, trying to keep her body cool.
"Stella, quit being dramatic." Musa rolled her eyes as she stood in front of the open window, hoping that she would be able to catch some sort of breeze that might roll in through the city.
"I am not being dramatic!" Stella protested, "I am a disgusting, sweating mess and my hair is frizzy! What will Brandon think of me?"
"Brandon doesn't care about your hair, dear," Flora gave Stella a soft smile.
Stella narrowed her eyes towards Flora, "We all can't have a boyfriend who worships the ground we walk on. Brandon is gonna make fun of me."
"You know that isn't true, sweetie." Flora let out a small giggle as she filled her glass back up with ice water.
Stella grumbled as she fell back onto the sofa and soaked in whatever little air she could get from the small fan. If by divine intervention, Tecna came into the living room, her cell phone in hand as she smiled towards the other girls.
"Good news," Tecna announced, "Timmy said that the pool is free today at the penthouse."
Stella hopped up from her place on the couch, "Oh yay! Thank goodness you bagged yourself a nerdy billionaire boyfriend with that magic vagina of yours!"
"STELLA!" Bloom scolded her blonde friend.
"Yell at me later," Stella waved Bloom off as she made her way over to the room she shared with Aisha, "I am going to get my swimsuit on."
"While I am not going to say what Stella said, I think that we are all thankful for Timmy's generosity." Bloom smiled, "Would it be too much to invite the boys?"
Tecna shrugged, "Timmy said that the pool is all ours for the rest of the day so I don't see why not."
Bloom beamed as she skipped over to her bedroom door, "I will go let Sky know to tell the boys!"
Aisha and Flora both said their 'thank yous' as they made their way into their rooms to get ready to head out to Timmy's place. Tecna looked over to Musa who was still standing by the window.
"Hey, Musa," Tecna took a step towards Musa, "are you alright?"
Musa turned around and smiled, "Yeah, I am fine. I just think that I am going to skip out on the pool today."
"What why?" Tecna asked.
Musa sighed, "If the boys are coming, I don't want to feel like an eleventh wheel."
"You wouldn't be an eleventh wheel."
"The breakup with Jared is just still pretty new and...I don't think I am ready to be around a bunch of happy couples right now. Plus, someone has to be here in case the maintenance man the landlord calls decides to finally show up."
Tecna gave Musa a smile, "Alright, but you let me know if you change your mind and I will send you the address and door code."
Musa nodded before Tecna walked away into their room to get ready for their time at the penthouse. She didn't feel as though she was missing out, with the other girls gone and the apartment to herself, she could walk around naked if she wanted to and stand in front of the freezer. She would be fine.
She didn't need a pool to beat the heat.
With the rest of the girls gone, Musa wasted no time in stripping off the red tank top that she wore to reveal a lacy red bra and she removed her jean shorts to be left standing in a matching lacy red thong. She skipped over to the kitchen and opened the freezer, letting the cool air rush in and hit her face. It felt so good and she could stand there all day. But her body was sticky from the sweat. Musa raised an arm and turned her head, sniffing the space under her armpit before recoiling. She desperately needed a shower.
Removing herself from in front of the freezer, Musa shut the door, cutting off the cool air from hitting her face. With her roommates gone, Musa reached behind her to take off her bra, letting it fall down to the living room floor. As she walked, she slipped out of her underwear and those too joined the floor in the living room. She would pick them up later.
She liked being home alone.
Musa made her way to the room that she shared with Tecna and reached into her underwear drawer to grab a matching pair of black underwear, lacy and revealing like the ones that she had discarded on the floor. It was all she had left, Tecna had been scolding her about doing her laundry but Musa was seldom the person to listen to advice when it came to doing chores. She would much rather work on her music or spend time in a corner reading a book.
Contemplating grabbing a shirt and shorts, Musa shook her head dismissing the thought. It was hot, she was alone in the apartment for the first time in forever. She was going to take advantage of the solitude and forgo any proper clothing. Not that the girls would mind, Stella and Aisha constantly walked around in nothing but their underwear but Musa would much rather not have all eyes on her. Plus Stella was a model and Aisha was an athlete, Musa wasn't any of those. She was just a pale, skinny girl who liked to play the guitar.
Heading to the bathroom with her change of underwear in hand, Musa closed the bathroom door behind her and turned on the fan in the bathroom. She closed the door as to not heat up the entire house with the steam of the shower and the fan would help keep the mirrors fog-free. Taking down her hair from the high pigtails, Musa turned on the small radio in the bathroom and stepped inside the shower. All Musa could feel was the cool water hitting her skin and the sounds of the running water, music, and bathroom fan filled her ears.
She really liked being home alone.
"Fuckin' Hell," a maroon-haired man exhaled as he made his way up the stairs to the apartment building he was scheduled to be at. What apartment building didn't have an elevator? Especially one that had seven floors and this apartment just had to be on the seventh floor. No wonder nobody had come out here when the call initially came in. Sure, almost half of Magix had been making calls complaining about busted air conditioners but Riven wanted to kill someone for not taking this particular call earlier. Now, he had been the one sent to fix the air conditioning in a hot apartment on the seventh floor of a hot apartment building with a non-functioning elevator.
"23B...23B...23B..." Riven said to himself as he reached the seventh floor and walked down the hall trying to find the apartment number. He was doing his best as it was not to sweat all through his clothing. He felt disgusting but a job had to get done.
Riven finally came across the door and set his toolbox down on the floor beside him as he reached down to the hem of his shirt before bringing it up and wiping his brow. Taking a deep breath, Riven picked up his toolbox and knocked on the door.
There was no answer.
Riven groaned and knocked again a bit more forcefully. Maybe the tenant did not hear him. But as he waited a bit longer, he didn't hear anyone coming. Still, he would follow policy and knock three times and then leave a note.
He knocked again for the third time and when there wasn't an answer, Riven reached into his toolbox and pulled out the pad of paper and a pen. However, as he was rummaging through his toolbox, he bumped the doorknob and the door unlatched and opened just ajar. With the pen between his lips, Riven looked up to see that the door was now opened and the sound of music and running water could be heard.
Shower.
Riven contemplated leaving the note, not wanting to enter without permission but it sounded like the tenant was content in the shower and if it had been like all the other appointments the past few days, Riven would be in and out. Also, he didn't feel like making his way down the stairs just to be sent back up the seven flights of stairs to the hot apartment. Hell no. He was fixing that air conditioner.
Making his way into the apartment, Riven closed the door behind him and made his way to the living room where the landlord said the air conditioning unit would be. He looked around and saw that the apartment was large and spacious, filled with furniture, plants, books, and artwork. He took a look at some of the pictures on the wall and came to the conclusion that this apartment was shared by a group of young women.
Ha. Riven laughed to himself. He thought that young women would know not to leave their door unlocked. Some strange man might walk in.
Shaking his head of the thought, Riven brought his mind back to work as he exited the hall and walked further into the living room where he saw a red tank top and a pair of denim shorts on the floor. Riven caught himself as he suddenly tripped over his feet. He looked down as he saw a lacy red thong tangled around his feet, causing him to stumble. He raised his foot and kicked it off him. He looked down at the floor and saw a matching red bra beside his other foot. What the Hell had he walked into? He sincerely hoped that he wasn't interrupting something he shouldn't have walked in on.
The water kept running and the music kept playing, a loud singing voice joined the music and if this woman had a friend with her, she would probably be making other noises. Riven knew that thankfully he hadn't been interrupting. Getting the red underwear out of his head, he set his toolbox down on the floor and pulled out a screwdriver to start taking the panel off of the white air conditioner.
Riven did his best to focus on the task in front of him as he worked on the air conditioner but the sound of the woman in the shower kept distracting him. Her voice was loud but he had to admit that she was quite good at singing. If she hadn't thought of going professional, she might want to start. He would certainly buy an album of hers. His eyes also wandered back to the discarded clothing and underwear on the floor and his mind began to wander to who the clothes and voice might belong to.
Looking at the bra, he could rule out the tan woman with the brown hair as well as the blonde. The red bra would be too small for them. Then there was the woman with the short purple hair and the other woman with the curly hair and the bra seemed too big. That left the redhead and the one with the pigtails. The red-headed woman was cute but Riven automatically had a reaction hoping that the bra belonged to the woman with the pigtails. He had a thing for long, dark hair pulled up into pigtails. Made it easier to hold onto.
Not that he was paying attention to the women in the picture. He had an air conditioner to fix and he would be on his way. He had to stay professional.
Why was this damn thing not wanting to come apart? It was like the parts had been welded together and the screws were permanently stuck in their positions. What the Hell was this air conditioner made of? He had to make sure that he was done before the tenant finished her shower and found him in her apartment. But he was too hopeful as he heard the showerhead turn off but the loud music still persisted and he could hear the music more clearly. Her singing was also louder as she no longer had to sing over the shower. She really did have a nice voice.
But this air conditioner would not budge and he needed to get it fixed before she came out.
Riven twisted and turned the screwdriver with all the force that he could muster. Fuck, his hand hurt. He brought out pliers hoping to get a better grip on the bolts but it didn't move. He twisted the pliers but they slipped through his sweaty hands and through his grips, cutting the palm of his hand. Blood began flowing from his hand down his arm and Riven hissed with a curse as the sharp pain seeped in and his pliers fell to the ground. He shot up to his feet and looked around the apartment for something that he could use to stop the bleeding and potentially patch up the wound. There was a first-aid kit down in his truck but Hell if he was going back down all those stairs.
Looking around the apartment, he stumbled to the kitchen where he saw a roll of paper towels on the counter. He ran over to the counter and began pulling off towels from the roll and began placing them on the cut. His focus was on his cut hand that he didn't notice the woman walk right into the kitchen.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" the woman shouted as Riven looked up. His mouth hung open as he looked at the woman in front of him. Her dark hair was wrapped up in two buns and her skin was wet after the shower. His eyes couldn't help but to fall down to her exposed body, covered only by a lacy black bra and matching black thong.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" the woman asked again, clearly not aware that she was so undressed in front of him.
"Maintenance," Riven responded right away.
"How are you in here?!" Musa placed her hands on her hips, "Did you break in?!"
"Look, sweetheart," Riven walked past the woman and to his toolbox where he grabbed his ID and handed it to the pale woman, "I am just here to fix your air conditioner. I knocked and there was no answer. When I made an attempt to leave a note, I must have hit your knob correctly and the door swung open. I thought I would be in and out before you noticed but you have an air conditioner from Hell. Cut my fucking hand."
Riven held up his hand for the woman to see as he returned to the kitchen to grab more paper towels.
"Just because a door opens doesn't mean that you should enter!"
"I was trying to do something nice for you!" Riven rolled his eyes, the volume of his voice matching Musa's, "And I was trying to avoid coming back up these stairs!"
"And you think almost giving me a heart attack would be a nice gesture!?" Musa exclaimed as she looked down at the ID card, "Riven?"
Riven smirked as he looked down at the woman, "I think that you are the one trying to cause a heart attack, sweetheart."
Musa looked down at her naked appearance and her pale skin immediately became a bright red as she ran out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to grab a large t-shirt to throw over her body. Sadly, her bad habit of procrastinating on the laundry really bit her in the ass as she did not have any clean shorts.
Returning to the kitchen, Musa watched as Riven removed the paper towels from his hand. They were bloody and Musa felt herself becoming queasy.
"Please throw those away." Musa groaned as she looked away from the bloody paper towels.
"Bring me my toolbox," Riven pointed to his toolbox in the living room, "I have some stuff in there that will help me. It ain't my first-aid kit but it's better than bleeding out all over your apartment."
Musa sighed as she made her way over to the toolbox and picked it up, grunting as she felt how heavy it was.
"What the Hell do you have in this thing?" Musa asked as she slammed it up onto the kitchen counter.
"Would you believe me if I said tools?" Riven scoffed as he opened his toolbox and reached inside for a needle and thread that he would use to sometimes tie off small pieces when there needed to be a quick fix. Or when he had to stitch pieces of tarp back together. He never thought that he would have to be a tailor in addition to a mechanic nor did he think that he would ever have to stitch himself back up when in the job. However, desperate times called for desperate measures and it wouldn't be the first time stitching himself back up after a nasty injury.
"Gas or electric?" Riven asked.
Musa furrowed her brow, "What?"
"Your stove, sweetheart. Gas or electric."
"Um, gas."
"Good. Turn it on for me and hold this needle over the fire."
Musa's eyes widened in shock as Riven held out the needle for her as he took out the thin thread and began unraveling it.
"What? Why?"
"Gotta stop the bleeding." Riven let out an exasperated sigh, "Just hold the needle over the fire until you can't hold it over any longer."
"But-"
"Just do it!" Riven yelled and Musa rolled her eyes as she walked over to the stove and turned the knob to start the fire. She held the needle over the fire, but her eyes wandered over to the man in her kitchen. His eyes were focused on his hand as sweat ran down his forehead and collected in the divots in his collar area.
"Ouch!" Musa exclaimed as the needle became too hot and she dropped it. The needle hit the floor and she quickly bent down to pick it up off of the floor.
"Hold it over the fire again and this time, don't drop it." Riven instructed.
"And to think that we are the ones paying you. Looks like I have done more work than you have." Musa laughed.
"I just sliced my hand open to fix your air conditioner..." Riven glared at Musa, "All I ask you to do is hold a needle over the fire and you can't even do that right."
"Well excuse me!" Musa folded her arms over her chest, "You are an air condition expert and I am a music student who has never done anything like this before. If you wanted a doctor, you would have fared better with my roommate Flora."
"She as mouthy as you?" Riven shot back.
"No."
"Then I wish I did have her here instead of you because I am now starting to get a headache." Riven remarked, "Now just hold the needle over the fire and don't drop it. Just hand it to me when it is hot."
"But it will be hot. I don't-"
"Just hand it to me!" Riven yelled before he hissed, holding his paper towel-covered hand as more blood came out.
Seeing the blood, Musa quickly held the needle over the fire, this time actually paying attention to the task at hand. Not like she could look at the hot maintenance man any longer without her eyes being drawn to the blood. When the needle became too hot, Musa removed it to the fire and held it out to Riven, her eyes cast down to the ground.
"What?" Riven chuckled as he grabbed the needle, "Can't look at me?"
"No, I can't look at your hand."
Riven sighed, "You can go sit in the living room. I promise I ain't gonna rob you but I do have to stitch this up. Better yet, do you have any bandaids?"
Musa nodded, "In the bathroom."
"Go grab me the box...please," Riven added on for good measure.
Musa didn't need to be told twice to leave the kitchen. She turned off the stove and ran to the bathroom. Anything to be away from the maintenance man and his bleeding hand. She walked into the bathroom and opened the mirror to see the bandaids sitting on the shelf. Grabbing the box, she shut the mirror and took a moment to look at her reflection.
Oh, she looked terrible. Her skin was red from the heat and embarrassment from walking in front of a complete stranger in her underwear, her hair was a wet mess, and the bags under her eyes were so apparent. Not that she should care. He was the maintenance man who had snuck into her apartment. Sure he was hot, especially in his white t-shirt and jeans, but he was just there to fix her air conditioning and that was it. He would leave and she would hopefully never see him again. But wow was she thankful for the heat, causing his white t-shirt to stick to his body, showing off the toned figure underneath.
He was also quite rude and he had walked right into her apartment when she was alone and in the shower. Did he really not see anything wrong with that? What a weird man. Well, he hadn't made an attempt to kill her yet so Musa had to assume for the time being that she was safe. And his credentials checked out so he really was the maintenance man. But she was ready for any moment that he would make a move to attack.
Taking a deep breath, Musa held the box of bandaids to her chest and made her way out of the bathroom and back out to the kitchen where Riven was still tending to his wound. Musa made the mistake of taking a look down where she saw the needle move smoothly through his skin.
"How are you not screaming in pain?" Musa asked as she placed the box of bandaids next to Riven on the counter.
"The pain of the cut hurts more than the needle," Riven shrugged before he looked up at Musa and gave her a wink, "Plus, I'm pretty skilled at moving things in and out of a body."
Musa scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Don't make me have to report you."
"Might not want to do that if you want your air conditioner fixed. I am the only one who offered to come out here. Because again, why the Hell isn't your elevator working?"
Musa frowned, "Just hurry up. My roommates will be back and they would love to come back to a cool apartment."
"Where are they?" Riven asked.
"I don't need to answer that."
"Fine, then why aren't you with them?"
"I offered to stay back in case the maintenance worker showed up," Musa answered.
"And you decided to take a shower? With an unlocked door?" Riven shook his head and clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Not a very good lookout. I could have been a murderer and gone full Psycho on you."
"I was sweaty and gross." Musa countered as she folded her arms over her chest and stuck her hip out.
"I wouldn't have minded, sweetheart."
"Stop calling me that." Musa huffed.
"What?"
"Sweetheart," Musa replied. "I have a name you know."
"Hmm, nah." Riven said as he reached over and grabbed the box of bandaids but Musa was quicker. "Hey!"
"No more 'sweetheart'," Musa said as she held the box of bandaids over Riven's head but he quickly rose to his feet and snatched the box away from Musa. "My name is Musa if you must speak to me."
"Sorry, sweetheart. No can do. But I will be out of your hair the minute I finish with your air conditioning."
Musa sat on the sofa, keeping watch as she worked on her school work. Riven worked silently on the air conditioner and she did her best not to be too distracted by the attractive handyman. But when he would make a move to loosen up parts and undo screws, Musa couldn't help but be drawn in by the flexing of his muscles and the small grunts he would let out. Even with an injured hand, he still gripped the tools tightly and Musa had to wonder what other tools he gripped tightly.
What was wrong with her? Had it been that long since she had sex? She had broken up with Jared a few months ago and it had been months before that since they were intimate. And the maroon-haired man was ticking off a lot of boxes in her late-night fantasies. Large, strong, sweaty, good with his hands, and a little rude. Who didn't like to be pushed around a bit in bed? Riven was the exact opposite of Jared but she was everything that she wanted and needed at the moment.
But there was no way that she was going to ever make a move on the handyman and while she hoped that he didn't for the sake of professionalism, she kind of wanted to see how far her fantasy might play out.
"Shit." Riven groaned as he set down the screwdriver in his hand and stood up. He brought the lower hem of his already sweaty t-shirt and raised it to his forehead to wipe away the sweat. Musa nearly fell over on the couch as she caught a glimpse of his strong and very pronounced abdominal muscles. Was this man chiseled from marble?
With another frustrated groan, Riven snatched the t-shirt off of his body, exposing his whole torso. Musa had to make sure that her jaw hadn't completely hit the floor. She probably looked like a woman possessed as her eyes glazed over as they trailed every muscle of his body. Yep, some divine creature had to have made this man because there was no way anyone looked like that. Sure, she had seen the boyfriends of her friends shirtless but they never really did it for her. But Riven? He was really something.
"Damn, it's hot," Riven grumbled as he threw his t-shirt down to the ground before he returned to the floor to work on the air conditioning unit.
"I'll say..." Musa moaned silently.
Riven smirked, definitely catching the slight moan in her voice. He was glad to know that he still had some sort of effect on women. Having his ex-girlfriend leave him for her best girlfriend definitely was an odd hit on his self-esteem. But he had to remain professional and he couldn't think of the cute and feisty on the couch just a mere few feet in front of him. So he didn't respond.
Picking up his screwdriver and the new part from his toolbox, Riven began assembling the air conditioner, all of the old and rusted parts finally removed from the unit. The end was in sight which meant that the apartment would have air and he could get out of there before he crossed the line between professionalism and pure pleasure. He barely knew the woman but as she sat in her underwear and a large t-shirt, Riven was willing to risk it all for her.
"Almost finished," Riven announced as he began to screw in the last piece.
"Oh...good," Musa said as she looked at Riven above the laptop that was on her lap.
"Hopefully everything will work and this apartment will put the ice caps to shame."
"I certainly hope so," Musa replied, "I don't know how much longer I would be able to stand the heat. I am running out of shorts and t-shirts."
"The outfit you have on now works just fine, sweetheart."
Well, he didn't mean to say that.
"Oh, it does?" Musa smirked.
"Keeps you cool doesn't it?" Good save, Riv. "And ya got nice legs." And he blew it again. He should really learn when to stop talking.
"I do?" Musa removed the laptop from her lap and set it beside her on the couch.
"Yeah," Riven cleared his throat as he focused on screwing in the last screw to the new part, "but lots of people have nice legs."
"Oh," Musa fell back into her seat, "I guess."
Riven was silent as he attached the grated panel back onto the front of the air conditioner. He pressed the button and with a loud whirring sound that settled into a steady hum, cool air began to blow out of the unit. Riven tapped the top of the unit as he smiled. He crouched down and returned the screwdriver to the toolbox and he picked up his discarded shirt that he had thrown onto the floor. Putting the shirt on his body and closing his toolbox, Riven turned to Musa.
"Well, it looks like everything is working now. Your apartment should be cooled off in no time." Riven said.
"Thank you," Musa replied as she stood up and stepped in front of the air conditioner, taking in the cool air that came out.
"You're welcome. The company will send the bill to your landlord so you should be all set to go."
"Thank you," Musa smiled as she turned to Riven, small wisps of hair blowing through the wind and the large t-shirt hugging her body as it was moved by the air, "I...would...would you like something to drink? Some water? You just look a bit pale and I am a little worried about your hand. I am no doctor but my roommate Aisha has some antibiotics leftover from getting her wisdom teeth out a few weeks ago."
"No, sweetheart. I'll be fine." Riven replied.
"Are you sure? At least have a glass of water, you worked hard."
"If I didn't know any better," Riven took a step towards Musa, "I would say that you are trying to keep me here."
Musa gasped as she looked up at the large man in front of her, "No, I just..."
"Just what?"
"I just...you look thirsty," Musa replied.
"Do I?" Riven smirked as he took another step closer to Musa.
Musa licked her lips as Riven closed the space between them, "Yeah..."
Riven placed a hand on her hip, the soft t-shirt that she wore obstructing the true intention of placing his hand on her skin.
"What are you doing?" Musa asked the handyman but made no attempt to back away.
"I think I am about to lose my job," Riven replied.
Musa took a deep breath, her response coming out as a breathy sigh.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't."
"My lips are sealed, sweetheart."
Musa raised her arms and wrapped them around Riven's neck as she pulled herself up to his lips. His lips were surprisingly soft despite his rough exterior and personality and the kiss was better than she thought it would be. Usually, her fantasies were much better than reality but the kiss was far better than anything she could make up in her mind. And when Riven reached down and grabbed the back of her legs, pulling her off of the ground, Musa's head began to spin with excitement. Jared never did anything like this. She never did anything like this.
Riven made a move to walk Musa back over to the couch but she protested, "Bedroom..." she instructed between kisses. Riven certainly had no objections, but he also didn't know which room was hers. Setting her back down on her feet, Musa broke the kiss and pulled the large t-shirt over her head, exposing her lingerie-clad body once again before she grabbed Riven's hand and led him to her room.
Musa would have never gotten away with anything like this if her roommates were here. She would have never made out with the handyman in the middle of the living room and she would have definitely not led him to her room.
She loved being home alone.
Shutting the door behind them, Riven looked around the room and it didn't take him long to realize which bed was hers. Music posters covered the wall and there was a guitar sat next to the bed with the red sheets. This was definitely her bed.
Musa crawled onto her bed as she looked up at Riven, her blue eyes inviting him to join her. What was he doing? What was it about this woman that he had only known about an hour? This wasn't him and he could sense that it wasn't her either.
"I just have to ask," Riven said as he stood at the edge of the bed looking down at Musa, "do you do this often?"
Musa quickly shook her head, "No, I just...you are...I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago and honestly, you are the first person that I have had any sort of attraction to since. I thought that my...you know what...might have been broken but no, she works just fine. What about you?"
"No, sweetheart. I guess I kind of have the same story. Break up, apathy, then you walked in with barely a stitch on and that sass...I don't know much about you other than that I like you."
Musa blushed, "I feel sorry for the woman whose heart you broke."
"Nah, I was the one who was dumped."
Musa's eyes widened, "No way!"
"True."
"Well, she is an idiot," Musa replied.
"She just wanted something else. Someone else." Riven tried not to think about the time when Darcy told him she was leaving him for her roommate and best friend Stormy.
"Well, all I know is that I want you, right now."
Riven gave Musa a confident smile before he removed the sweaty t-shirt from his body once again. Musa's mouth gaped open as it had back in the living room and she sank into the mattress as Riven crawled into the bed and hovered over Musa's body.
"Just sex, right?" Riven asked.
"Just sex." Musa nodded her head in agreement.
Riven wasted no time in connecting his lips to Musa's neck, sucking and biting down on the pale skin. Musa's hands shot to Riven's maroon hair as his hands settled on the slight curve of her waist and hips. She wasn't as curvy as Stella and Flora nor was she muscular like Aisha or as toned as Tecna and Bloom. Musa thought of her body as very average but under Riven's touch, she felt anything but average. He touched her as if she was both delicate and worth holding onto, desperate to touch every inch.
"I heard you in the shower, you know." Riven said through kisses, "You gotta nice voice."
"I'm already going to sleep with you, you don't have to keep with the flattery," Musa replied with a giggle as Riven's mouth hit a ticklish spot on her neck.
Riven lifted his head and body off of Musa before his violet eyes met hers. She had never really gotten a chance to really look at his face but seeing his eyes for the first time really took her aback. She had seen brown, green, blue, hazel but she had never seen someone with eyes like his.
"I mean it," Riven said, "you do have a nice voice. Got plans to be famous or something?"
Musa shook her head, "I used to but I have found joy teaching music."
"You work with kids?"
"Yeah." Musa was unsure by the look on his face if he was impressed or turned off. Nobody really wanted to be thinking of children if they were about to have sex, save if they wanted to make a child and there was no way that Musa was even thinking about having a child with a man she had just met. Quick and dirty sex, that was all she needed and that was all she wanted.
"That's cool," Riven smiled, "I work with the kids down at the community center and teach them some shop. It's either that or the kids end up in juvie."
"Hmmm," Musa smirked, "I think that I would have chosen the jail time."
Riven rolled his eyes before placing a kiss on Musa's lips, "Nah, I don't think that you would survive a minute in jail. You got too big of a mouth."
"Ha," Musa replied, "like you would know."
"Don't go poking your nose into things you might not want to know the answer to, sweetheart."
Musa's eyes widened.
"Woah, don't worry, Musa!" Riven exclaimed, sensing the shock and anxiety in her eyes, "I told you I ain't gonna hurt you. I just...let's just say that I was an angry little shit of a kid. The first mechanic 'job' I had was hot wiring levabikes when I was fourteen. Got the name Hot Fingers. Got caught and spent a few months in the juvenile detention center. Definitely set me straight."
Musa stared ahead and nodded slowly, sensing deep down that Riven was telling the truth. She was getting to know so much about him, she felt bad for not telling him more about herself but she had to remember, this was just sex. Nothing more.
"But I shouldn't bog you down with the sad details of my life. Definitely not sexy and we don't have time to unpack all that shit."
"Agreed." Musa breathed out, "Now are you going to take off your pants so we can do this or are we just going to spend the rest of our limited time together dry humping a hole in our clothes?"
Riven reached down and undid the button and zipper of his blue jeans before he pulled them down from his body. Musa had to make sure that she wasn't drooling from the mouth as she looked at Riven up and down. Maybe she could convince him that this didn't just have to be a one-time thing but there is no way that someone like him wouldn't have someone better throwing themselves at him. She was skinny and she still wore her hair in the same pigtails that she wore when she was a child. No way someone like him would ever want to see her again. But once was better than never and she was going to enjoy every moment of it while she could.
Returning to his hovered position over Musa, Riven reached down to the black lace around her hips and tugged down the thin underwear. Musa shivered under his touch as his hands trailed up and down her legs.
"Don't tell me that you are cold already, sweetheart." Riven chuckled.
"No," Musa replied, "I'm burning up."
Riven wasted no time in returning his lips to Musa's as he kissed her hungrily, doing his best not to do so desperately. What was it about this woman that made him feel like this? He had been to thousands of apartments and houses, met plenty of women who had been home alone with bodies to die for, but Riven wanted this woman. He was willing to risk his job for her. Something about her was just magical. Perhaps she was a siren and she had lured him in with her song as she sang in the shower. Or perhaps he was just a big sucker for women with pigtails and big mouths.
As his hands trailed up and down her body, a soft moan escaped Musa's mouth. If her singing had been gorgeous, her moans were like nothing he had ever heard before. Like an angel had poured honey and chocolate into his ears. She was perfect.
No. This was just a one-time thing, she wouldn't want him any more than today. He was just here to satisfy some sort of craving, a fantasy, and he would gladly give it to her. He would satisfy every craving that she had if she would let him. Grabbing his cock in his hand, Riven adjusted himself between Musa's legs and pushed in slowly, hoping to savor every moment.
Musa's nails dug into Riven's shoulders as he slid inside of her. He was larger than she was used to and she felt herself already falling apart because of him. It felt so good. So so good and they had barely gotten started. Had it been that long since she had sex? What was wrong with her?
"Damn, you're tight."
"No," Musa moaned, "you're just big."
"Is that so, sweetheart?" Riven smirked, seeing Musa's face scrunched tight, unaware of what she had said.
Her eyes snapped open as her skin once again turned a bright red in embarrassment.
"You know what I mean!" Musa shouted as she adjusted around Riven.
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean."
With a quick snap of his hips, Riven began to move in and out of Musa, her grip on his arms becoming tighter and her nose becoming smaller as it scrunched up. It was so cute and watching the hair escape the two buns and fall into pigtails as she bounced against his movements was probably one of the most erotic things that he had seen. He wanted to go faster but he had to make this last. He would never get this chance again.
He moved one hand to her hip and the other to rest on her breast, still covered by the black bra. Yanking down on the fabric, he released one breast and took it in his hand. It was warm, soft, and he had to admit, larger than he thought. Not that he thought about them too much.
His grip on her hip tightened and Musa could feel his calloused fingertips against her skin. His hands were strong as they massaged her breast which just caused her to moan even louder.
"Wow, you feel amazing." Musa moaned as she bit down on her bottom lip.
"I could say the same." Riven groaned as he picked up the paste, unable to control himself the way that he had before. He wasn't known for his control. Although he had improved a lot since his carjacking days as a stupid kid, he still was no saint. And Musa felt better than he could have imagined and the noises that came out of her mouth would make anybody, man or woman, start to lose control.
"I can see why they call you Hot Fingers." Musa giggled before throwing her head back to hold in another moan.
"Used to call me Hot Fingers."
"Maybe they should start calling you that again."
"Tell you what," Riven said as he tried to concentrate, "I'll let you call me whatever you want, even Hot Fingers."
Riven took the hand that was on Musa's breast and brought it between Musa's leg, placing his fingers on her sensitive clitoris. He began rubbing at the small nub as he kept moving in and out. Musa moved her hands from Riven's shoulders to beside her where she gripped the bedsheets. She squeezed tight as she felt her head begin to become blank and her eyes shut as she felt the oncoming release of an orgasm. She wanted to make it last but with the mixture of Riven's hand, his thick and long cock, and the fact that she was so utterly turned on, Musa found herself...
"OH YES!" Musa shouted as she reached up and wrapped her arms around Riven as she held herself up against his strong chest. Her legs trembled as she came and Riven removed his hand from between her legs and pulled out. Musa fell back onto her bed, panting and her chest heaving. It was...too much. Too good...
Musa was brought back to reality when she heard Riven let out a deep groan and she felt hot cum hit her stomach and chest.
"Oh fuck..." Riven said as he came. His eyes were shut as he hit his orgasm, spilling all over Musa. He hadn't meant to but he couldn't help it, she just looked so good post-orgasm. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine," Musa let out a contented sigh as she reached to the floor and grabbed Riven's white t-shirt, and wiped away the cum from her body. Riven was glad that he had more t-shirts in the car. She looked up at him and sheepishly handed it back to him, realizing what she had done.
Riven fell down beside Musa, his hand on his chest as he caught his breath, "Keep it, sweetheart."
"I can wash it for you and give it back."
Riven turned his head to look at Musa and gave her a coy smile, "You tryna see me again?"
A smile spread across Musa's lips, "Our refrigerator has been known to go out and we could definitely use someone to come to take a look at it."
Placing a kiss on Musa's lips, Riven wrapped his arm around her waist, happy that she wanted to see him again. He would climb a million flights of stairs on the fucking sun if that meant he could see Musa again.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
I can never find a way to end these lol...
Keep giving more suggestions for scenarios and couples (usually scenario suggestions are better to get the creative juices flowing)