Riven was already there when Musa got to the motel. He leaned against the side of his car playing with his keys as he waited. His dark maroon hair was wet, dripping lightly onto his white t-shirt. As a commonsense rule, they'd decided that their jackets should never be worn when they met up. No normal person outside the gang world would care, but if they were spotted by anyone inside it – or the wrong person outside it who was trying to stir shit – they were done for. At least without the jackets they could bank on the person that caught them not knowing who the other person was.
There was no more pretense of playing it cool; he didn't pretend not to see her or wait for her to finish parking before he was by her car. The feeling that she might be ambushed didn't happen anymore either and that worried her. Was she getting too comfortable?
"I like that lipstick" he commented casually as they walked into the motel.
"Thanks." Little did he know that it was an exact match to the red bra and panties she was wearing. And that she fully intended to leave a stain of her lipstick around his cock.
She found herself wondering if she was getting too comfortable with the enemy as she waited for him to check them into the motel, but the thought vanished as the door to their room – a different one for the first time since they'd met – opened. Now, the only thing she could think of was Riven. Riven, and the way he grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing and nibbling at the spot just above her clavicle that she loved so much.
"I've been thinking about you all day" he groaned into her skin as his hips ground into her, pressing his already rock-hard dick into her.
"And how have you been thinking of me?" she whispered into his ear in a low, sultry voice. She wrapped her arms around him and slid her hands up his t-shirt, dragging her nails down his back.
"Sitting on my face, riding it until you come."
The timber of his voice sent a chill rushing up her spine. She used the tip of her finger to make him look at her and smirked, pulling him into a kiss. Her hand ran up to his hair, letting her fingers comb through the soft locks before finding its way to his shoulder. She pushed him off, angling so that he landed on the bed beside her.
"The clothes, take them off" she demanded in response to his questioning gaze. Riven's lips formed into a devilish grin as he eagerly complied. Musa licked her own lips as his cock sprung free of his pants.
Riven sat up, leaning back on his hands in a way that made all of his muscles come to life. Musa resisted the urge to run her nails along his torso, down his Adonis belt and up to the tip of him, teasing him mercilessly. Instead, she directed her hands to her own clothes, slowly stripping away the purposefully selected wrap shirt to reveal a scarlet red cutout bra.
"Please tell me there's a matching pair of underwear." Riven reached out for her, pulling her up to him as he moved to the edge of the bed to meet her. He placed her between his legs and kissed every inch of visible skin. Musa lost herself in the buzzing of her skin and the hungry kisses he left down her side and along her hip.
She discarded of her pants, stepping out of the baggy material easily as she moved backwards, closer to Riven so that her ass was inches from his face. He made an appreciative moan as he took a handful of each cheek and then gave her ass a slap so hard Musa knew there'd be a handprint.
She turned to face him and pushed him back onto the bed before climbing up to position herself above his head. She used her knees to pin his hands by the sides of his head as she pushed her underwear aside and lowered herself from her pussy to meet his eagerly awaiting tongue.
She rode his face, tossing her head back in ecstasy as he lapped her up. Her hands landed on his torso, nails digging into him as her hips picked up the pace. Tension coiled in her, begging to snap as she rejoiced in the way his tongue danced on her clit. His hands somehow found their way to freedom, a fact that Musa only recognised when she felt them wrap around her and grip her hips to pull her closer. There was a brief moment where she worried she might smother him, but then she lost herself in desperation again. She pushed herself as close to him as possible, reveling in the pressure of his tongue, lips and nose against her. Her hips bucked faster and faster until she was fucking his face just like he'd asked, and she was hurtling over the edge with a loud cry.
When she came down, Riven had unburied his face from her thighs enough to be watching her with dark, hooded eyes. She smirked down at him, suppressing the desire to giggle at his sopping wet mouth. Moving down his body, she kissed him fiercely, moaning into the kiss as she tasted herself on his lips.
Riven tried to keep her there by running his hand through her hair and pushing her head down towards his, but Musa managed to slide out of his grasp. She lowered herself down his body, planting kisses down his chest and abs until her lips were hovering just above his twitching member. Their eyes met and Musa smirked again, soaking in how desperate he looked for her to touch him.
The tips of her fingers grabbed the base of his cock gently guiding it towards her lips. She let her tongue dance over the tip of him with the most delicate of touches. Her eyes stayed on him, taking in with a smile how his eyes shut, and his head dropped onto the pillow at the slightest touch. She let a bit of spit dribble out of her mouth onto the tip of his cock and used it to tease him, feeling herself getting wet again at the sight of him panting deliriously.
Then, without warning, she took all of him into her mouth, gagging as his head hit the back of her throat. A loud moan escaped his lips as he began to buck his hips. She stayed there, taking all of him until she couldn't anymore. Her eyes pooled with tears as she looked up at him. Riven watched her through hooded eyes as she took him into her mouth once more, stroking the base of his dick with her hand and angling him so that his head hit the top of her mouth. She watched him eagerly as he wrapped his hand in her hair and held her in place, thrusting his hips in time with her.
"Ahh fuck," he hissed. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up."
Musa pulled her head back, popping him out of her mouth and licking him from base to tip. "Well, we can't have that" she replied, reveling in the fact that she could make him as desperate for her touch as was for his. She teased him a bit more, running her tongue over his tip and sucking him a bit before she moved up to straddle him. He grabbed the condom that had been dropped on the edge of the bed, rolling it down his length before guiding her onto him.
"Didn't you say you were trying to quit?" Musa teased as Riven walked over, glorious in his naked form, to the window and opened it a crack. He gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged as he lit up the cigarette. He leaned back against the windowsill and closed his eyes, letting the moonlight wash over him. Musa took a moment to admire him. She let her eyes roam over his body, taking in every muscle, bruise and cut. She froze on one that looked particularly fresh just above his hip and wondered how he'd gotten it.
"Are you staring at me?"
Musa looked at his face, startled. One of his eyes was open, peaking at her with an amused smirk. She rolled her eyes and stood up, taking the hideous yellow and vomit green blanket that she wrapped around her. The windowsill wasn't wide enough for her taste – Riven had one leg planted on the ground holding him up – so she freed her arm from the blanket to pull one of the small bedside tables closer and sat on that. Riven, still sporting that smug fucking grin of his, offered her the cigarette, which she accepted.
"I need to ask you something" she said, handing back the cigarette after her single puff.
"I got tested after our first hookup and I'm not sleeping with anyone else, so if you have something it's not me."
"Why is that your first thought?" Musa demanded roughly.
Riven's eyes opened wider, giving the impression that he was surprised by her reaction. He shrugged before offering her the cigarette. She refused it, so he walked over to the ashtray and snuffed it out. "We don't talk about anything else, so I just assumed..."
"Obnoxious" she mumbled under her breath. How could he just assume she had an STI and would just keep sleeping with him? She might be stupid enough to keep sleeping with the enemy, but she wasn't sleeping around without being responsible. Actually, she wasn't even really sleeping around. She'd slept with one person in the three weeks between their first and second meeting, and nothing else. "I'm not sleeping with anyone else."
Riven sat on the side of the bed beside her makeshift seat and leaned forward, resting his elbows on whatever space he had left on the bedside table. He used his fists to prop his chin up as he gave her another smug smile. "Cause no one else satisfies like I do, right?"
"Again, obnoxious" she grumbled, moving back onto the bed. Riven leaned back, holding his hand out for the blanket, but she kept it wrapped around her as she sat next to him. He narrowed his eyes at her before playfighting her for the blanket. Eventually, she gave in to him and shared the blanket. Once he was settled under it, she leaned over to him, resting her head on her shoulders and turning her eyes towards him. "I could say the same thing, you know. Since you're not sleeping with anyone either."
Riven looked down at her with unamused eyes. He flicked her gently on the thigh under the blanket and mumbled something she didn't quite catch before unleashing a grin that made her smile too. She stayed there, resting her head on his shoulder and watching the black and blue clock that clashed with the rest of the room. "So, no STI?"
"No" she chuckled. Musa adjusted herself in the bed so that she was facing him but could still lean against the headboard comfortably. "What I wanted to ask about was..." she paused, debating if the outside world was something she should even bring up. They had such a nice thing going and it would be such a shame to ruin that. But if he told her the Dragons were dealing, maybe she could get ahead of it and avoid the bloodbath. "Would you know anything about the Dragons dealing?"
"Dealing?"
"Drugs."
"Yeah, obviously drugs but why would you ask?"
"We've heard rumours."
He looked over at her with a cocked brow. She realised how stupid her reasoning sounded, but she hoped he understood why she was asking. She knew very little about him besides his name and his, let's say, career path, but he seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders. Or at least, as decent as her own was since they were sleeping together. "Well, they're just rumours" he dismissed. "Breaking the truce would be the stupidest fucking thing we could do."
"I agree. But are you?" He gave her an exasperated look, but she stood her ground. "We agree that this," she motioned to the two of them lying in bed naked together, "is fucking stupid, yet here we are."
"This is fucking stupid" Riven agreed with a laugh. He looked down at his lap, his face growing serious."I wouldn't let them do that."
"Good." Musa decided she would have to accept that answer. She didn't know what the Dragons president was like beyond what her father had told her, but she hoped that he respected Riven's opinion as much as her father respected Andy's.
"What a goddamn bloodbath that would be. My father would love it."
Riven seemed to be talking to himself, but she answered anyways. This was the most he'd talked about himself since they'd met and, despite her best instinct telling her that they should know as little about each other as possible, she wanted to know about him. She'd found herself wondering what he was really like and what he did in his spare time. And if the only way to get what she wanted was to give some details about herself, so be it.
"Mine would hate it..." The answer was somewhat calculated, but it was true. Her father was not a bloodthirsty man; he wanted to keep peace. That's the way he had always been, and, though she didn't know the details of the last election, she was sure that was why he'd been voted in as president: he wasn't a rash or angry man, but rather one who stopped and thought things through. She knew Riven had to know who her father was. If he was slated to take over the Dragons, he would have had to learn about her father and – like Andy had about the Dragons president's - about his family. If Riven knew her father didn't want bloodshed either, maybe he would work harder and more genuinely to keep the fraying peace between their groups.
"Yours is a better man than mine then" Riven scoffed.
"Good thing yours isn't president then" Musa joked as she pulled the blanket up higher, moving to rest her head on his shoulder once again.
"Mmm." Riven's answer effectively ended the conversation, so Musa closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She was mapping out what she had to do that week when the thought hit her. Normally she wouldn't talk about this, but normally she was surrounded by people that would cushion her and pity her because they knew what her life had been like after the ground shattered under her little seven-year-old feet. Riven, on the other hand, had no clue and wouldn't treat her like a porcelain doll, worried she would shatter.
She didn't think just blurting it out would be very well received. It would only serve to make the night incredibly awkward, so she asked a leeway question instead: "What does your mom think of this?"
"My mom?"
"Yeah, is she all for the gang life?"
Riven looked down at her with the raised eyebrow that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face when she spoke. She wondered briefly if it was her that he found confusing or everything that he found confusing. Finally, he shook his head. "Doesn't matter what she thinks; she was just some random whore that hung around and fucked anyone that looked her way."
"So, you don't know her?"
"Nope."
Musa nodded silently. She could feel Riven's eyes on her for a moment, but she stared ahead at the damn clock that she realised wasn't even functional. In the last seventeen years since they'd lost her mother, she didn't think she'd ever spoken about her. Not to her friends, who would treat her like glass whenever the topic came up for even the briefest moment, and certainly not to her father, who refused to acknowledge the whole ordeal. But there was something about this sworn enemy turned fuck buddy that made her feel comfortable, so she did something that, looking back on it later that night, surprised her.
"... I don't really know mine either. I used to, but she died when I was seven. I know she hated all of this, though." The memories of her parents arguing about the Angels and her father's participation in the gang floated to the front of her mind. They argued about it a lot. She replaced those mental images with the ones she had of her mom singing, and her parents dancing in their small living room. Her mom had always been singing and dancing.
Riven tensed. Musa mentally berated herself for making the situation uncomfortable, but then he relaxed and laid his head on hers. He made no move to comfort her beyond that, so she kept talking. "Her birthday is coming up next week..."
