I know it's been a while, but I've started on this story again and I hope to be updating it semi-regularly :)

Guest 1: Stella and Musa are an amazing duo!

cimfam32: He is ;)

Also, I realised as I was plotting the rest of this story that the way I've separated characters is a bit confusing, so I added a list at the beginning :)

The flowers and the note were a late night, alcohol induced decision – all because he couldn't stop thinking about her and the way she'd just sauntered out of that motel room. He had already tracked her down at that point – more out of sheer curiosity than anything else – thanks to the only two details he knew about her: her name was Musa, and she was an Angel. It hadn't been easy to find her; she had absolutely no social media accounts – not that he did either – and her world mainly consisted of her club. He couldn't go into Angel territory unless he wanted to be castrated or have his eyeballs scooped out with teaspoons. Instead, Riven had staked out a few stores that he knew for a fact were Angel fronts.

He quickly realised what a stupid fucking idea that was when he saw the man he knew for a fact was the Angel's president – who would recognise him as the Dragons' VP – pull up to one of them. Coming that close to the president was enough for Riven to decide that following her anymore was a bad idea. At least for him to do.

Helia – a former Dragon and one of his best friends – hadn't been very impressed when Riven had asked him to tail someone. He'd only agreed to it after Riven had told him who – and why. His need to know, he insisted, was mostly to make sure Riven hadn't fucked up bad enough to get himself killed, though Riven had his suspicions it was just to be nosy. Flora, Helia's wife and the reason he'd left the Dragons, had argued that it was romantic that he was trying to find this girl. Riven didn't think it was – he would probably consider it creepier than anything, but he Ineeded/i to know about her. He hadn't been able to get her off her mind for the four previous days.

Until Helia came back with the tidbit that she was the Angels' president's daughter.

No way in Omega he was fucking with that.

He let her go; forgot everything about her as best he could. At least, until Bishop and Nabu had been talking about girls. The conversation, prompted by Bishop's overly descriptive recount of his latest sexual exploits, had made him think of her. It was like a switch had been turned on in his brain. Once it was on, he couldn't stop seeing her dark eyes shining playfully, confidently, or hearing the way she'd moaned, loud and unashamed, when she came with her hand clasped firmly in his hair, tugging at it.

Alcohol, curiosity and, let's be frank, horniness were a hell of a combination. Somehow, he'd ended up ordering flowers for her with a note saying that he couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't even know he'd placed the order until he got an email confirming it the next afternoon. He'd called in a near panic to cancel the flowers, but they'd already been picked up by the delivery guy and, according to the girl on the phone, likely delivered by then.

Why he went to the motel after that was beyond him. Maybe it was that he was curious about whether she'd show. Maybe it was just that good sex sounded like a very much needed relief after the week he'd had. He ignored the part of himself that thought he might want to see her again. The girl was a bad idea. A very enticing bad idea. Riven told himself he could enjoy her one more time and then quit her like she was a last cigarette, which he still hadn't managed to quit.

He sat in the passenger seat of his car outside the motel and kicked his feet onto the dashboard to read his book while he waited. The parking lot was empty save for a single beat-up grey car; it might even have been the same one that had been there last time – most likely the poor sucker behind the counter's. He parked his car facing the street in case he'd fucked up royally and she was going to bring the Angels to ambush him.

But nothing happened.

Riven knew he'd shown up way too early by coming at 7:30, but he thought she might not know what time his drunk self's very detailed instructions meant. He knew what time they'd been here three weeks earlier because the motel charge to his credit card was timestamped at 8:50pm, but for her it might have just been Ithe sun was set/i. He waited almost two hours, and nothing happened except that he got through about a hundred pages of his book.

That was enough waiting, he decided bitterly. He didn't know what he'd expected but, loathe as he was to admit it, he hoped she would show. It made sense that she didn't, he knew that, but that didn't change his sense of disappointment. If he were in her shoes, he wouldn't have come no matter how good the sex was.

Riven got out of the car and moved around to the driver's side. He was about to pull out of the parking lot when, much to his surprise, a sleek black car turned to pull into the lot. He waited a beat so that it didn't look like he was sitting up and waiting for her before getting out of his car. She rolled her window down and smirked at him. Her hair was in a low bun today and it made him kind of miss the pigtails.

"I'm surprised you came."

"I almost didn't, but, in all honesty, I need to get laid. I do need you to guarantee me that I'm not being ambushed before I get out of the car."

Riven laughed; of course she would also have considered that. He leaned over and rested his forearm on the top of her car. "You are not being ambushed – scout's honour."

"You're not a scout" she snarked as she closed her window and stepped out of the car. He remembered her being short, but not this short. It was cute; he could practically fit her in his pocket.

"I'm also not an idiot. Ambushing you would mean admitting that I knowingly slept with the enemy."

"Not an idiot? You sent me flowers at work."

Riven opened the door, letting her step through first. She regarded him wearily as she stepped through, her shoulders relaxing a bit when there was no one inside. Musa turned back towards him. "How did you find me anyways?"

He shrugged, leading the way to the counter. It was an ugly old brown desk that looked like it had seen the better part of the last five decades. The whole motel looked like it had been around for that long, actually. The shaggy, he assumed, formerly white rug was now closer to a grey colour from all the undoubtedly dirty shoes that had set foot on it, and he could swear he'd seen the same dark green, orange and ivory triton wallpaper in an old movie.

Musa leaned forward, ringing the bell that was on the desk behind the counter. "This wait is really ruining the romance" she commented dryly.

Riven snickered, leaning back on his elbows and resting his back against the counter. He didn't comment that he was surprised she could reach over the counter, opting instead for something he could hear Sky scolding him for being ungentlemanly about – not that he thought anything about this situation could be considered as an opportunity to be a gentleman. He did open the door for her, he argued with himself. "You're paying this time."

"What? You asked me to come."

"Don't worry; you'll be coming" he shot back with a wink. "But it was your idea to get out of the bar last time, and I paid. So now, it's your turn." Dark eyes – blue, he realised in the motel's overwhelmingly bright light – narrowed at him, but she accepted nonetheless.

Once the room was paid, she led the way down the hallway to, as luck would have it, the same room as last time. She unlocked the door, looking back at him with a teasing smirk, and stepped through. The door wasn't even fully closed behind him when she slid off the loose black pants and red top she was wearing to reveal a barely-there black and nude bodysuit. A swirly pattern – the black part – covered her just enough to say she wasn't fully exposed, but it left very little to the imagination.

He felt himself harden as she turned to face him, a devious smile playing on her lips. She looked fucking sexy, and she knew it. Riven silently thanked whatever gods existed that he didn't have to hold back as he crossed the space between them and pulled her into him. His lips found hers easily, hungrily.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, tugging it over his head before returning to his torso to trail along his abs. He let his own hands slide down her body, following her frame down to her ass and giving it a nice squeeze. Cursing the fabric between his hands and her bare ass, he followed her body back up trying to figure out how to take the fucking bodysuit off. Luck was on his side tonight he thought as his fingers easily found a zipper at the top.

The fabric hit the ground and was instantly kicked aside. Her hands slid down his torso towards his belt buckle as he worked his kisses down her neck, nibbling at her collar. Musa threw her head back, a delicious low moan escaping her lips as she fiddled with his belt. She didn't wait for him to shimmy out of his pants before her hand reached out to stroke his cock, pulsing with desire.

One of his hands cupped her breast, fingers playing with her nipple as the other hand pulled her forward and directed her towards the famed dresser they'd fucked on three weeks earlier. He pushed her front into the dresser as he moved to stand around her.

Her hand reached around to stroke him more as his own slid around her waist and down her front until it reached its target destination. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, smirking proudly when he felt how soaked she was. Using his free hand to push her hair out of the way – the bun had fallen out early into their foray – and bit hungrily into her collarbone again.

The back of her head hit his shoulder as she tossed it back. Her thumb worked on his head even though her hand had stilled on his dick. He looked up from his place at her neck, watching her in the mirror as she started to grind against his hand, coming undone seconds later.

Riven pulled his hand back, eyes firmly fixed on hers in the mirror as he brought it to his mouth and licked her juices off. Then he pushed her forward so she could watch him fuck her. He ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it on, thankful he'd had the foresight to drop the one in his pocket on the dresser when he'd walked over to her.

He looked down, admiring the perfect ass in his hand, as he guided himself into her in one swift motion. Without giving Musa a second to catch her breath or adjust to him, Riven started pumping in and out of her. A groan escaped his lips as he felt her tighten around his cock. He gripped her hips tightly, positive he would leave a bruise where his fingers dug into her, as his other hand reached up and into her short, silky hair. The strands weaved through his fingers as he balled his fist and gave her hair a gentle pull.

"A brave mo...ve for someone you've... only met twice" she commented between moans, pushing her ass back against him and deepening his dick's position in her.

"I can be nicer."

"Don't be" she retorted as she rocked herself back into him. He moaned loudly and she did it again, eliciting another moan, and again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock. Musa moaning loudly as she pounded him into her and the delicious way her ass bounced when it hit his pelvis were becoming too much.

Through the glorious, delirious haze, his hand found its way to her shoulders and pinned her in place for a moment of respite. She whined in displeasure, but he needed it. It was the one way in which he was a gentleman; his partner came first.

Musa didn't have much time to voice anything else before he was thrusting into her faster and harder than before, turning her into a beautiful mess. He watched eagerly as she reached between her legs to rub her clit. Desperate to hear her orgasm, he pumped even harder until she was loudly crying out in pleasure. He kept going through her peak until he reached his own and his hips stilled deep inside her.

Riven pulled out and gently removed the condom, knotting it up and tossing it into the small garbage bin in the bathroom. When he came returned to the main room, Musa was still leaning over the dresser, resting her head on her arms and looking very content. She looked pretty cute with the small, dreamy smile and the mussed hair.

Riven turned away from her and dropped himself onto the bed, spreading out. A few moments later, he heard Musa laugh and shuffle around. When he looked up, she was pulling on her pants and looking at him with an inscrutable expression. He pushed himself into a seated position and leaned forward to grab his own pants and underwear.

As he pulled up his pants and walked over to the window and lit a cigarette, Riven considered telling her about the Dragons potentially joining the drug world, but he decided against it. There was no way he could guarantee she wouldn't go blabbing to her father, who Riven prayed wasn't as bloodthirsty as his own. Not to mention that there wasn't much she could do: if she told the Angel's and they sent a warning, someone would know that there was a rat, and he couldn't risk having his indiscretions come to light.

No, he would have to deal with it himself. He'd spoken to his father. Sort of. Saying they spoke might be putting it nicely. It had started off as speaking and ended as yelling. Eirik just wouldn't listen to reason. He did mention that nothing was concrete yet and it was just something he was considering, so Riven still had time to change his mind.

"Well, that was fun" Musa said, jarring him out of his thoughts. She finished putting on her shoes, picked up the bodysuit that had been carelessly discarded and headed towards the door. Part of him wished she would stay – she had been a nice distraction – but it was best she leave.

He turned back towards the window as she closed the door behind her, thinking about calling Nabu or maybe suffering by going to talk to his dad again. He heard the door open again, and he turned to look at it curiously.

Musa poked her head in, her messy dark hair falling forward. She bit at her lower lip for a second before speaking: "I might regret asking this, but do you wanna do this again?"

Riven raised his eyebrows. What a stupid idea. That they'd already hooked up twice was bad enough. Did she want them to be found out and murdered? Then again, she was a guaranteed good time that didn't ask him what he was thinking about or how he was feeling, and she would definitely not be asking him to take whatever they were to the next level. So, against his own best judgment, Riven nodded. "Next Monday, 9:30."