A/N: I won't leave you waiting any longer. More notes will appear at the end. VERY un-beta'd. I hope you enjoy!
After she had left his apartment, she didn't contact him for a few days. He made no attempt to contact her either, she assumed, since she never got a message from him. She spent those days visiting Ella, hanging out with Trixie, and reading. She was trying to let those moments go by her, as if she had gotten it out of her system. She definitely hadn't. Every night when she went to bed, right before falling asleep, the very prominent feel of his hard length pressing against her core rocked her back alert. It had literally happened for a second before he pulled away, but that was all she needed to feel the way her body reacted to him.
She would get it in the shower, in bed when trying to fall asleep, and she would even get that feeling when she was on the couch, trying to watch TV but unable to think about anything else. The feeling of that part of him, hard and thick, pressing against her. The area she hadn't seen yet, and that was part of the thrill. It was that, as well as the sound he had made when he did it. His hips had rolled into her, and that wonderfully erotic sound escaped his lips, and she had felt a gush of arousal flow from her depths. A sound she could get off to, a sound she wanted to get him to make over and over.
She found herself completely tense and tight by Wednesday morning. She had taken Trixie to school with a bag because she would be staying with her father until the weekend. Now that she was back home, with nothing to do until class the next day, her thoughts were racing about what had happened over the weekend. Those kisses had been far too short, but she had felt all she needed to feel to know she wanted more. Even after having told him the truth about her attack, he didn't seem to shy away from her, to look at her as if she were tainted. He still had the same desire and lust in his eyes, and now, her own desire was raging. She had never felt like this before; not in her chaotic high school years, not while filming Hot Tub High School, not while being a street cop, not even with Dan. It was like Lucifer had lit this slow-burning fire deep inside her, and whenever he was near, he would blow on it just to make it burn harder.
Thinking of him blowing her desire-fire had her thinking of him blowing his breath along other rather wet parts of her anatomy, and she blamed that need for having texted him and inviting him over that evening. She had said it was to work on material for class the next day, and while that was true, it wasn't the only reason. She had hoped that coming clean would make it easier for her to act on her urges. She had them, yes, she had them badly, but the fear and guilt left behind from the attack always made her weary of going through. Maybe now, that it wasn't a secret from him, maybe she could just let those hands wander where she needed them to go.
If the last time she had kissed him had taught her anything, it was that she could be intimate (to an extent, at least) and have it not turn into a disaster. He had kissed her after hearing that she had been raped, and the fact that he touched her just as firmly with that knowledge had meant a lot. She knew that she had a long way to go; her guilt for even feeling arousal after her attack weighed heavy on her conscious, but she also knew she shouldn't let what happened to her control her life. She wasn't wrong for wanting it, and maybe this younger, stupidly attractive man would be the key to her success.
The morning went by fairly slow, and she tried to use up the time to take a long, hot shower and shaved everywhere. Before the attack, right after her divorce, she hadn't tried to sleep with anyone, but she always prepared for the unexpected. Satisfied with how smooth she was, she had applied lotion from top to bottom and then put on minimal makeup. For someone in their mid-thirties with an acting background, she knew that less was more. He seemed to like her hair down, so she left it to air dry into its natural wavy state. She felt ridiculous for worrying about what he might like, but she was still a woman, and she wanted to pretty, even if for a guy she shouldn't want to feel pretty for. She also decided to dress in something she knew was a hit with the opposite sex: a pair of shorts that weren't too short, but showed off enough leg, and a loosely fitted v-neck. The shirt was great because the neckline hit her at a great spot right below the start of her cleavage, and it was wide enough to show off her collarbones. She tucked the front of the shirt loosely into her shorts, pulling at the fabric to let it hang off her frame perfectly. The bralette she had on underneath was just barely visible, and it gave her a casual, but sensual, appearance.
As the day continued to drag out, she looked through her fridge to make sure she had what she needed for dinner. She had promised to feed him before making him do any work, but she wasn't the most talented chef. She opted to make spaghetti, since she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to fuck that up. All the necessary ingredients just happened to be there, and she was grateful she, at least, managed to have a few staples. She grabbed a water, her mouth had been a little on the dry side since she had texted him. He had responded quicker than she imagined, and he assured her it would be no problem for him to stop by and assist her with whatever she needed. She would definitely not admit that reading that made her insides twitch.
She spent the rest of the afternoon picking up her house. She was able to get it looking presentable because she didn't have a child running around creating new little messes where she had just cleaned. Satisfied with the state of the downstairs, she rushed off to the kitchen. Lucifer seemed to be early all the time, so very European of him (well, except that one time for class), so she wanted to have the pasta ready when he got there, so they could quickly eat and get down to business. School, of course. While she was definitely not going to make her own noodles, she had learned to make a pretty good sauce from her father before he passed away. She gathered the ingredients, tomatoes, garlic, oregano, basil, salt, pepper, and a bit of sugar. It was simple, but paired with freshly grated parmesan, it was amazing. She couldn't wait to watch him lick it off his lips in that sinful way he had with the grilled cheese.
The sauce simmered away, the water was almost boiling for the noodles, and she was moving around frantically looking for a lighter to light the candle in the living room when the doorbell rang. With her eyes wide, she looked over at the wall clock and realized, if he was at the door, he was more than half an hour early. She couldn't help the small smile that formed on her lips thinking that he just couldn't wait to see her again. It was cute. She tucked the pillow back against the couch, having moved it to look for wherever the lighter could be, and she walked to the door. When she opened it, she was met by an effortlessly put-together Lucifer: black shoes, black slacks, and black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He even had his glasses on, and that alone forced her to focus on not biting her lip in front of him, yet.
"I do realize I'm a bit early, but I've brought libations to make up for it," he quipped, holding up a six-pack of what looked like a craft beer straight from the bowels of Hell. Chloe opened the door a little more and moved to the side to let him step in. "Also, I have parked a few houses down on the opposite side of the street, to protect your nun-like reputation with your neighbors," he added with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at her as he walked past.
"Shit, I didn't even think about that," Chloe admitted with a sigh, closing and locking the door. When she turned around, she watched as he walked towards her kitchen table, the inverted triangular shape of his body was so appealing in all black.
"What good would I be if I didn't remember the details?" he teased, setting the cardboard pack down and lifting two of the bottles out. He turned and she watched as he used the tops of both bottles to open the caps, a small amount of cool vapor escaped from the open bottles as he grinned ear to ear. "Old party trick, and I still got it." He held out one of the bottles towards her, and she walked slowly into the kitchen/dining area. She stood closer than she needed to, and she took the sweating bottle from his hand, letting her fingers linger on his. She had no idea why she was being so flirty, but he didn't seem bothered by it in the least. "Prost," he cheered softly, clinking their bottles before taking a long sip.
"Prost," she replied, raising her eyebrows at his use of the German phrase. She brought the bottle to her lips, inhaling the hoppy scent before letting the ruby-brown beer glide down her throat. It was strong, definitely, but it had a pleasant crispness that she enjoyed. She scrunched her eyebrows together and read over the bottle, taking in the very artistic styling of what had to be a horned Devil, and wandered down to the content. "Holy shit. 8.7%? You trying to get my drunk?" she asked, smiling before taking another sip.
"I'm never one to say no to a good time, but, not my intention," he responded, gazing over the label. "Blood Junkie Imperial Red," he recited, twisting the bottle to look at the entire label. "Maze said the club owners brought it in from Inglewood, from small crafters called Three Weavers, so I snagged a pack." He winked at her, using his free hand to push his glasses back up his nose. He took another long sip from the bottle before looking around the dining area. He took in the minimal décor, appreciating the pictures of her and her daughter all over the walls. Smiling family pictures were not something he was accustomed to, and he saw it as endearing that she was so happy to be a mother.
"So, are you hungry?" Chloe asked, taking a small sip of her beer. She did like it, but it was definitely that dangerous-strong that could have her tipsy if she wasn't careful.
"Almost always," he answered with a grin, watching as she walked over to the stove and started dipping a mix of noodles and sauce into bowls. He got out of her way when she walked back over to the table, placing a bowl on either side on the end closest to the kitchen. She tapped the side of the table facing into the living room before she ran back to the kitchen and grabbed grated parmesan cheese and two forks. Lucifer was just taking his seat when she quickly sat down, plopping a fork into his bowl and setting the cheese down between them.
"I can pretty much only make pasta and fried egg sandwiches without burning the house down, so," she trailed off, shrugging as sprinkled cheese into her bowl before starting to twirl the noodles on the fork. She waited for him to take a bite, and tried to hide the smile when he licked his lips exactly how she imagined he would, and she could feel heat pooling between her thighs. They both ate pretty quickly, only stopping to take a sip of beer, both eager to finish the meal.
Lucifer finished first and watched as Chloe tried to quickly shove three too-big bites into her mouth. He tried to hold back the snicker as she tilted her head up to keep all the noodles in her mouth, but one fell out, leaving a thin trail of sauce on her chin. She didn't even notice it, and he just couldn't help himself. He leaned forward, quickly reaching out and pressing his thumb to her bottom lip, dragging the skin until he gathered all of the sauce. He stared into her shocked, blue eyes, even as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked off the sauce. "Thank you for the meal, Professor," he whispered, smirking as he grabbed both bowls and brought them to the sink, leaving her to sit, frozen, with her lips parted slightly.
She watched him as he turned, walking back as if he hadn't just stopped her heart in her chest, as if she wasn't impossible aroused by what he did. He stood by the edge of the table, reaching out and grabbing his beer and bringing the opening to his lips. "So, what can I help you with this evening?" he asked lowly, tipping the bottle and letting the ruby liquid flow down his throat. He watched in earnest as her eyes darkened and her chest heaved with a deep breath. Before he could make the first move, she was standing, raising her arms and pulling his head down by the back of his neck. He grunted into her mouth, carefully setting his beer down on the table before wrapping his arms around her.
He moaned when she licked along the seam of his lips, demanding entrance to taste hops and pasta sauce in his mouth. They moved slightly so that he could lean against the table, his hands trailed down her back until they landed just beneath the curve of her ass. He wanted nothing more than to lift her up and feel her center grind against his hard cock, but she pulled his hands away from her and pushed them to grip the table on either side of his thighs. She pulled her head back, staring into his eyes with her lower lip caught between her teeth. He could see the playful pleading in those blue depths, and he was defenseless against them. He nodded the slightest bit, a silent agreement to stay where she put him, and he watched in amazement as her hands trailed up his torso to grab the collar of his shirt.
She breathed against his skin, holding his stare until she diverted her eyes to the exposed portion of his neck. Diving in, she let her lips drag against his hot skin, groaning when she felt him shiver against her, his arms tensing and hands in a white-knuckle grip on the table. She ran her tongue along his pulse, and he moaned deeply, his head falling back slightly as she continued to lick that sensitive area. She hadn't known she needed to feel and hear everything she was experiencing, but the way he gasped twitched under her touch had her feeling more powerful than she had felt in months. She needed so much more, so she pushed him back a little until she could straddle one of his thighs and bring a knee up to rest on the table by his hand. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into the front of her hip, and slick heat gathered between her thighs, and she worried evidence of her arousal was close to soaking through her shorts.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped as she pressed against him, rising up on her toes to add friction. She fought the urge to groan at his words, the accent and the tone doing wonders to her libido. Desperately wanting to feel more of him, she brought her lips back up to his, whimpering at the barely audible growl that rumbled in his chest as she started to unbutton his shirt. She popped open each button at an agonizing pace, pressing her fingers into his newly exposed flesh, feeling the heat and the firmness of his chest while his tongue curled around her top teeth. She wanted to keep tasting him, but she wanted to hear him more, so she pulled away to trace his stubble-covered jawline with her plump lips. He exhaled shakily as she started to pull his shirt out of his pants to finish unbuttoning it, and his cock jumped under the confines of fabric. It was her turn to moan, feeling the impressive width twitch against her, and she was overcome with the urge to touch.
Chloe ran one of her hands up his side, under the open shirt, feeling his ribs twitch under her nails, while the other hand trailed down his thigh. She watched him as he convulsed slightly when her fingertips moved towards his inner thigh, sliding up until she was an inch away from his straining erection. She leaned away from his neck, wanting to see his expression when she finally touched him where they both really wanted her to. She held his desperate, hungry glare as her small hand finally slid over the length of his hard cock, applying only the slightest bit of pressure. They both gasped and she watched in awe as his mouth opened before slamming shut, the muscles in his jaw working intensely. He managed to keep his eyes open, his lids falling only slightly, making it so he was looking at her through his thick, dark lashes and black rims of his glasses. A long, choked growl ripped from his throat, his closed mouth making it sound guttural as he lifted one hand from the table and cupped the side of her face, the pad of his thumb resting on her lips. He made no other move to grab her, trying to do what she silently asked and keep himself controlled.
She welcomed his touch, the way he was holding her face and caressing her lips only added to the erotic nature of the act. She molded her palm around his member over his pants, starting to rub rhythmically over the entire length, stopping at the spongy head to roll the heel of her hand around it. His groans and gasps where an erotic symphony to her ears, and the small movements of his hips pressing himself into her hand and grinding only made her pussy drip even more. She decided to increase the speed and pressure to put on him, and his reaction did not disappoint.
"Shit, yes, just like that," he panted out, his accent thick with need. He rolled his hips up into her hand as his thumb moved through her lips to run along her bottom row of teeth. She could see his chest heaving, but the open shirt was blocking her wonderful view. With her unoccupied hand, she started to push the shirt over his shoulders, one by one. Groaning, he lowered his hand and tried shaking out of the sleeves with his arms behind him. The rolled cuffs along his forearms were stuck, and without his hands able to reach, he couldn't shrug out of the shirt. She could tell he was getting frustrated, wanting to focus on the feeling of her hand rubbing his cock rather than trying to get a shirt off. She was just about to stop to help him when a sharp knock on the door startled them both.
They stared at each other, wide-eyed, for a second before shooting their gaze towards the door. In a panic, Chloe quickly stood up straight and grabbed him by one of his trapped elbows behind his back. He started to protest, but she nudged him hard in the side, dragging him to the small closet in the main hallway before the door. She quietly opened the door and shoved him inside, knowing very well it was no space for a indecently clothed, twenty-seven year-old man to fit into. She heard his muffled wince as a few things tumbled into the closed door, but she quickly ran towards the knocking that continued.
When she opened the door, she was completely surprised to see Dan on the other side, looking slightly miffed. "Dan, what are you doing here?" she asked, saying his name slightly louder than normal, hoping Lucifer would get the hint and behave himself.
"Trixie didn't mention until after dinner that she forgot her book report for tomorrow here," he sighed out, unconsciously looking over Chloe's shoulder into her living space.
"Oh, okay," Chloe responded, turning to the side to let Dan in. She inhaled sharply, hoping he wouldn't notice the pack of beer, and two open bottles, sitting on the dining room table. She was so grateful Lucifer had put the bowls in the sink, or she would have had some explaining to do. "Where is Trixie?" she asked, crossing her arms as Dan walked further inside towards their daughter's room.
"She's in the car, playing on my phone," he yelled back from the girl's room. Within a minute, he was walking back out towards Chloe, a thin folder in his hand. He held it up, signaling he had what he came for, before walking slowly back towards the door. He was almost there when a thump from the closet caught his attention. He didn't seem to know exactly where it came from, but that didn't stop him from looking to Chloe with a confused expression.
"Oh, I was trying to organize," she defended, shrugging her shoulders and giving him a fake smile. "I must have just tried to put too much on one shelf." Her answer seemed to satisfy him and he made his way to the front door and opened it.
"Alright, well, have a good night, Chloe," he chimed, smiling at his ex-wife before walking out into the dark blue sky of the evening.
"You too!" Chloe called out before slamming the door shut with anxious energy. Her heart was racing in her chest, and not from what she wanted it to be from. It was stupid to be afraid of her ex catching her with someone. They were well beyond the jealousy phase of their separation and divorce, but it was the company she didn't want him seeing. She knew if he saw Lucifer here, especially in the state he was in, there would be a confrontation between the three, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs.
She took a calming breath before opening the hall closet door. She tried to cover her mouth before a snicker escaped, but she ended up making a snorting noise before she could stop herself. The soccer ball that had undoubtedly made the thump rolled past her foot. Lucifer was not amused, however. He still had his arms stuck behind his back, he was slumped down against the wall, his neck was bent at an awkward angle due to the shelf sticking out right were his head should be, and his glasses were slanted on his face. He gave her a very annoyed and sarcastic expression before trying to exit the confines of the closet. Chloe reached out to help him as he struggled to right himself and he hit the top of his head on the shelf, knocking a few more items down. She continued to giggle as he huffed out a few explicative as they finally managed to get him out of the closet.
"You didn't have to make such a mess," she teased, as she kicked the fallen objects into the closet and closed the door. She turned around to see him roll his eyes before finally freeing his arms from the prison of his shirt.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry, Professor, but you threw me into a closet a Hobbit would have trouble getting into," he responded, holding his shirt in one hand and adjusting his glasses to their proper position with the other. He looked absolutely perfect like that, with his hair slightly mused from their actions moments before being interrupted. Although the mood had been halted, Chloe was still wet and wanting, and she only hoped she could get him back to life.
"It's okay, I forgive you," she whispered, feeling her boldness increase and she slowly closed the space between them. She watched as his eyes widened slightly as he head tilted to the side. "There is still something you could help me with, though."
"Is that so?" he asked, eyebrows shooting towards his hairline as her hands landed on his sides. He dropped his shirt, but made no movements with his hands and let her walk them back towards the living room. "As you know, I am here to assist you with anything you need." His sultry, dark, sensual gaze was back, and his voice deepened to his panty-dropping octave.
"Mmhmm," she nodded, biting her lip as she let her hands trail up his sides to press into his chest. Before his hands could cover hers, she pushed him back into the couch, forcing him to fall to a seated position. He made a surprised sound before smirking dangerously at her. Fully aware of how he looked, he leaned back, letting his head drop back a little so he was forced to look down through black frames. He left his hands out wide on the couch, framing his spread thighs, and she could see his excitement raging under his slacks.
She hadn't felt like this in a long time. She felt powerful as his brown eyes held her gaze in reverence as she climbed onto his lap. She felt her anxiety melt away against the heat of his skin under her palms and against her clothed torso. She felt whole as her lips made contact with his and her core ground against the rigid length under her. The groans she could elicit from such perfection ignited every muscle in her body in ways she hadn't known possible. She hadn't felt the want for control like this before. In that moment, her thighs resting over his, her hips grinding against, his, and her arms holding him to her, she felt like she had the control, that he relinquished his without a second thought. With him moaning and gasping into her mouth with every press of her center against his hard cock, she wanted to have her way with him, to leave him writing and squirming beneath her, unable to do anything about it.
Wanting to feel more, she sat up straight, reaching for the hem of her shirt and shuddering when he inhaled loudly as she pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes traveled the expanse of her mostly-bare torso, taking in the smooth, delicate cotton that barely covered her breasts, her hardened nipples straining against the material. Wordlessly, she reached down and grabbed his hands, placing them on her chest, and she reveled in the way his cock twitched as his hands massaged her breasts. Her hips involuntarily rolled over him and the movement forced his own hips up as he lowered his face towards her chest. She felt his lips against her sternum, tongue poking out to lick a trail between her breasts before she felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her hands tangled into his hair, pushing his face harder against her while she let her hips continue to move on their own volition.
The tightening sensation she craved was forming deep inside her, tugging at her inner walls and pushing the air from her lungs. Those delicious sounds rumbling in his chest didn't help her breathing situation, so she lowered her hands to his face and pulled his lips to hers. She siphoned the oxygen from his lungs, sharing his hair and gripping his body with her thighs. His arms were around her now and lifted his hips to shift them forward so he was sitting on the edge of the couch. The movement had forced their most sensitive areas to roughly snap against each other, and they both moaned loudly. Chloe could hear her sounds getting higher and she knew she would be able to get off like this.
She wanted more of him, but she didn't want what she was feeling to end, even if it could be better somehow. He didn't seem in any hurry to change their situation, instead he let her continue to grind over him in a chaotic rhythm, his hips meeting hers with every motion. Ragged breaths and teeth clashing could be heard, and neither could truly believe what was actually happening. She forced her eyes open to see that he was starting at her desperately. He was pleading for her to let go with him, to give him this moment. She could feel her body tense and tingle, muscles twitching as her nerve endings started to spark.
"Yes, do it," he groaned in a hoarse whisper, pulling her tighter against him and pressing his forehead to the junction between her neck and shoulder. "Please, do it. Please." She could do nothing but nod as the first flutters started. She regretted leaving her channel empty, not demanding for him to fill her so she could crash around something. She wondered if he could feel her muscles clamping or her clit dancing through their clothes, but she knew he could see what they had done by the way her back arched and her body seized, and the way her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The fact she kept her eyes open had been a miracle, but she would never forgive herself if she hadn't seen him fall apart beneath her.
Seconds after her first internal contractions, she felt the hardness swell against her, edging her orgasm on longer, and he lifted his head to look at her. His eyes darkened, his lips parted, and his jaw shifted as a guttural growl resonated from his chest. She could feel the vibrations over her entire body, and she convulsed as they tickled her tortured nub. His hips gracefully jerked beneath her, his arms pressed her down onto him as if he wanted to get inside her through the layers of clothing. She stroked his hair as their breathing evened out, and she couldn't help flush on her cheeks as she let a satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"I can't believe we just did that," she admitted quietly, making no attempt to leave the warmth of his lap. He chuckled lightly, his hands resting naturally on the tops of her thighs as he sank back into the couch.
"What? Can't believe that we just dry-humped like a couple of horny, under-sexed teenagers?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles on her inner thighs. She appreciated how blissed he looked. It made him look younger, a more-relaxed version of himself. It allowed her to see just how wound up he was on a daily basis. She could understand why someone would seek out sexual encounters if they were the only times he was able to take a deep breath.
"Yes, exactly," she agreed, sure that she looked as equally satisfied as he did. She could feel the copious amounts of slick fluid between her thighs, surely soaked through both her underwear and her shorts. He was no longer hard beneath her, and a part of her wanted to know what the mess in his pants looked like. "Well, except for the teenage part," she added with a grin, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She watched his eyes linger over her breasts, the brown somehow darkening again before he shook himself out of whatever trance he had put himself in. "So, how do you feel?" he asked softly, a slightly smile turning the corners of his mouth.
Chloe's eyebrows scrunched together as she accepted what she felt. "I feel pretty good," she answered, nodding to herself in surprise. She felt good, great, even. She hadn't expected to ever feel this way after being touched, and she was thankful for the positive experience.
"Just good?" he questioned, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he smirked at her. Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a surprised squeak when he quickly stood with her from his seat on the couch, his large hands holding he ass firmly as they rose. "It appears a little extra credit is necessary." The words rolled smoothly off his accented tongue as his lips found that spot on her neck that made her body weak. She groaned loudly, pulling him closer.
"You really don't have to-," she started, a pant taking over her mind and halting any logical thought that was going on. His teeth grazed the side of her throat before they took hold of her bottom lip, tugging before he sucked on the delicate flesh. He released her lip with soft pop and chuckled as she whimpered from loss of sensation.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed, shrugging his shoulders before gently letting her legs lower down to the ground. Once her feet were on a solid surface, he cupped her face in his hands, staring down at her in a teasing smirk. "I should get home anyways, before rather important parts of me are permanently cemented to my pants." He watched her mouth fall open in shock, although he could tell she kind of liked what she heard. "Oh, yes, you made quite a mess in there, Professor," he added, lowering his head to nudge her nose with his before he stepped away to grab his shirt from the floor.
Chloe stood, her mouth still open, slightly dazed from his admission. She knew he came, as well, but hearing him say it like was something she had been missing without realizing it. She blinked a few times, and in that short amount of time, he had slipped his shirt back on, buttoning only the bottom three buttons and leaving the cuffs undone. He looked like a morning-after ad, but he wore it so well. It took her a moment to realize she still didn't have her shirt on, so she quickly grabbed it from the couch and slid the slouchy material over her head.
"Personally, I think it should be illegal for you to wear anything," he jested, walking towards her front door while facing her. "However, I do understand how the mass cardiac arrests could get tricky." She faked a laugh, rolling her eyes at him as they made it to the door. "I'm serious. You're a vision, and you deserve to be told that every day." He was smiling playfully, but she could see how genuine he was in the way his eyes held hers.
"Well, thank you," she said, trying to do anything else but grab the door knob to let him leave. He seemed to be doing the same, scrambling around in his mind to find an excuse to not go. "You're not so bad yourself," she interjected, finally breaking the sudden silence that fell between them.
"I'm so glad you approve," he mumbled, stepping closer to kiss her gently on the corner of her mouth. It was meant to be a quick kiss, she knew that, but when he lifted his lips, they immediately found hers and his tongue started another invasion into her mouth. She moaned into his lungs, her hands reached for the collar of his shirt to pull him down closer to her. His hands trailed down her body to grasp at her hips, pushing her back against her door with a thud. He took full of advantage of her surprise and stepped between her thighs until he nestled in the space she created.
Tasting every inch of her mouth, he slowly bent his knees a few inches before pressing his hips against hers with as much force as he could without causing pain. She gasped against his lips as he pushed her body up the door with his hips until her toes came off the ground. A prideful smile curved his parted lips as her head fell back against the door and her nails dug into the tops of his shoulders. He decided to test the waters and pressed himself even harder against her, and the lewd groan she made nearly cost him his sanity and his control. He fought the urge to tear off her clothes and take her right there, knowing she deserved more than that, at least, for their first time together.
"Fuck, I need to go before we dent your door," he growled, inhaling deeply as he glared at her through hooded lids and thick lashes. For the nth time that night, her mouth fell open in utter shock as heat pooled between her thighs. The look on his face expressed restraint, while he eyes glittered with a promise to do just that. "I'll see you bright and early," he assured her, his lips hovering over swollen ones. With a final peck to her lips, he pulled himself away, his dark clothes and hair melting into the black of the night as he forced distance between them as to not give her neighbors a show.
A/N: Okay... so yes, I know. A ridiculously long wait for you guys. I wished I could say there was a very reasonable explanation, but there isn't. The last few weeks have not been the best for me, mentally. My headspace has been all over the place, and what little writing time I do have, I spent either staring at a blank page or deleting whatever I wrote. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to write anything of quality. I didn't want to just upload something that was shit. So I waited, and waited, until something finally came to me, I felt better in my soul, and I felt like I could produce something worthy of publishing. I wish I could promise it won't happen again, but I don't like to make ones I can't necessarily keep. I hope this was a good read for you, anyways. Thanks for sticking with me. I appreciate that. Until next time, my dark ones... ;P