Warning! This fic is pretty much PWP and involves infidelity.

I found this in my drafts, I shipped Maz and Ari so hard back then, (and secretly still hope they're endgame). Anywho, it's kinda amusing reading it again, and actually mostly in character, so I thought I'd share as others might get a giggle out of it. Enjoy!

She raised her hand and knocked on the door of the caravan. It was Ari who answered.

"Marilyn?" he said, sounding as confused as she felt. "What are you doing here?"

"Honestly? I don't know."

She thought she'd meant to come here and make amends with John, yet it was Ari she'd turned to.

He gave her a concerned look, she did feel a bit lost come to think of it.

"Come in," he offered. "Sit down."

She followed him inside and they sat opposite each other at the small table. There wasn't a great deal of room inside the caravan, she had to keep her legs turned to avoid accidentally bumping his knee, but it was cosy and had everything Ari needed.

"This is lovely," she said.

"It's better than the car."

She was avoiding his gaze, but she could feel those intense, brown eyes boring into her. That was one of the things she liked about Ari, he really saw people.

When she finally turned her gaze back to him, a burst of warmth bloomed in her chest and it struck her, the reason she had knocked on this door.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

He gazed over at her thoughtfully, their hands resting on the table between them, only centimetres apart. How easy it would be to close that gap.

Ari looked down too, and inched his hand forward, until their fingertips brushed. That tiny touch unlocked a world of possibility.

"I never used to..."

So it was mutual. She'd been a little unsure about that.

"Make love to me, Ari. Then we'll know."

He wasn't shocked or affronted by the sudden idea, he took it calmly like she had often witnessed him do in volatile situations.

"What about John?"

"Our marriage was falling apart long before your family arrived in town. Ari, please. I need you."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

Marilyn took out her earrings and toed off her heels, then stood up and turned her back to Ari so he could unzip her dress. He pulled the zipper down, and pushed the dress off her shoulders, the rough pads of his fingertips trailing over her skin. Even that small touch sent a deep shiver through her, stirring a flame that had been cold for a long time.

She slipped out of the dress and turned to face him. It had been a long time since a new man had seen her so exposed, and she wasn't as young as she used to be, she hoped her body wasn't a disappointment.

Ari's face lit up with one of those roguish smiles.

"I love the way you dress."

She glanced down, realising she'd worn her zebra print underwear today, the ones with the pink lace trim.

"Thank you, Ari."

He smiled wider.

"You're a class act, Marilyn."

"There's never any excuse to be impolite."

He laughed and stepped forward, pulling her into a fierce kiss. He was so big and strong and she loved the way he crushed her close, how she could feel the desire in him.

She returned the kiss, folding her arms around him and slipping her hands under his shirt, letting them roam over the smooth, wide expanse of his back.

He got the message and broke the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt off. She'd been right, the sight of him shirtless might cause a heart attack, all that tight, brown skin. He was certainly the fittest man she'd ever been with.

She trailed her hand over his muscles appreciatively.

"Are you just here to perv on me?" Ari teased.

"Give me a moment," she said, gliding her hand over the contours of his chest. "I've never touched a body like this before."

"I reckon you're gonna have plenty of opportunities," he smirked.

He hoisted her up, but the caravan wasn't really big enough for anything too adventurous, and he had to end up easing her down onto the bed. She ended up beneath him, both of them laughing with the absurdity and joy of the situation.

"I'd forgotten this can be fun," she admitted.

He smiled down at her and ran his hand over her hair.

"Can I take this out?"

"Yes."

He tried, struggling a little with the pins and she reached up to help him, expertly pulling them free, allowing him to run his fingers through her loose hair.

"God, you're beautiful."

She liked that he thought her so. She liked the way he looked too.

"So are you."

He laughed at that, as though he didn't quite believe it, then leaned down and claimed her mouth in another heated kiss.

He kissed his way down her chest and over her tummy, his stubble scratching deliciously against her skin.

When he reached her panties, he hooked his fingers under the elastic and looked up at her.

"May I?"

"Yes, please."

He slid them off, and then his mouth was on her, tongue delving into her most intimate part.

It was incredible, she'd been a teenager the last time someone went down on her. She gasped with the pleasure, breathless by the time she came.

He grinned up at her, mouth glistening.

"Give me a sec."

He quickly disappeared into the small bathroom, while she lay there in blissful satisfaction.

When he reappeared, she realised he still had his pants on. She sat up and reached out.

"This won't do."

"I was thinking the same thing."

He pulled them off, and for the first time she saw all of him.

He was big. Yes, all of him was big, but he was big.

"Oh my..." she gasped.

He grinned down at her in a very masculine way. He knew he was above average and was pleased she'd noticed.

He kneeled on the bed and reached around her, going for her bra clip, fumbling when he couldn't find it.

"Little help?"

This time the smile wasn't so cocksure.

"I'm surprised at you, Ari," she teased.

"Hey, I'm injured. Are you making fun of an injured man?"

"Oh, I'd forgotten," she admitted, ghosting her fingers over the cut on his arm.

"It's all good. I'm only joking. Though not about this bra."

She smiled and ran her hands along his arms, taking his wrists and guiding his hands to her cleavage.

"It fastens at the front."

"Tricky," he remarked, undoing the clip and sliding the bra off. She was entirely naked now. They both were.

Ari gazed down at her appreciatively, hands on her breasts, and even she could admit she was blessed in this area.

"You have great boobs."

"I know."

He laughed and manoeuvred her down, so she was beneath him again and he could seal his mouth over her nipple, using his tongue and his teeth, and a hand on her other breast, to draw her pleasure out.

He was very good at all of this, and she couldn't help but anticipate what he would feel like inside her.

"Don't wait any longer, Ari. Please..."

He lifted his head and looked at her, something conflicted in his eyes.

"What is it?" she wondered.

"I don't have anything," he informed her. "I wasn't expecting this."

She didn't make a habit of carrying condoms either.

One thing she did know was that they'd come this far and she didn't want to stop now. It was a risk, but one she was willing to take for the promised reward.

"I'm okay with it if you are."

He moved up and kissed her mouth.

"I'd have to be completely crazy to say no."

"Then do it, Ari. I've been dreaming about this for months."

He gave her a soft smile and kissed her again.

"Me too."

He looked into her eyes as he pushed inside her. It was almost too much, not just physically, but emotionally too. Ever since the moment they'd met she had felt a profound connection between them. The spiritual was manifesting materially. Wands and cups...

She raked her nails down his back, needing to find purchase in something when it felt like the rest of her would melt away.

"Tell me if it's too much."

It wasn't ego, just care. He cared about her.

"Don't you dare stop, Ari. Not now."

"I wasn't planning on it."

He dropped a soft kiss in her hair, and then he began to move, slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of him. She could see how hard he was fighting to be gentle with her.

"Let go, Ari. I want you to."

He buried his face in her hair, and pumped his hips, pounding into her, filling her like no one ever had.

"Oh, Ari!" she cried out, digging her nails in deeper, clinging to this incredible man.

He came inside her, and then it was over.

He rolled to the side and lay next to her, both of them breathless.

"That wasn't too bad," he teased.

"Ari..." she chided, hitting him lightly.

"It was incredible," he amended.

"I agree," she returned, rolling into his side and tucking in tight. He wrapped her up in those big, strong arms and held her close.

"Do you think we can do this again?" he asked, speaking into her hair. It was clear that neither of them wanted to let go. "Though I guess that's like asking for you to see into the future..."

"Well," she said, taking his hand and lifting it up where they both could see. "It's lucky for you I happen to be able to do that."

"What?"

"See this line," she said, tracing her finger along the deep, horizontal line below his fingers. "It's the heart line."

He didn't laugh at her or tell her she was being stupid like a lot of men might have, instead he simply asked.

"What does it say?"

"Well, it's deep, which means your relationships are important to you, but I already knew that."

"What else?"

"It begins here," she explained, pressing her fingertip under his index finger. "Generally you're happy in relationships. And there's a fork."

"That doesn't sound good."

"Not necessarily. It can signify multiple partners, or it can mean you'll find a love that will change you."

"How do you know which it is?"

"Let's see," she said, studying the other lines on his palm, in particular the two vertical ones that were spaced far apart. "Your fate line and your sun line say that your destiny is your own."

Brushing a finger over the skin below his thumb, she kept the prominent Mount of Venus and it's meaning to herself.

"I'm not sure I'm any the wiser."

She turned to him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, immeasurably happy to be here with him.

"I suppose what it means is that it's up to you."

If he wanted more of this, she certainly wasn't going to refuse.

"Well in that case," he said, rolling over so he was on top of her again, mouth just above hers. "I reckon it's a sure thing."

AN: So yeah, there it is. I just reckon Maz deserves a bit of action too. Thanks for reading :)