Title: Need
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ethan/Rox
Summary: Rox thought that they should respect Martin's wishes, Ethan, on the other hand, did not.
Author's Note: This is pure, unadulterated smut. You have been warned.
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They had stayed snuggled on the couch for a good thirty minutes, their lips dancing softly over each other's as they made out like a bunch of teenagers.
She had never met a more gentle kisser than Ethan.
And yet, he was strong and rough about it in all the right ways.
"You two gonna stay there all night?" Martin's voice startled them both and she felt Ethan jump slightly in her arms as she moved to bury her face against his shoulder.
They really needed to stop getting caught in such compromising positions by his father.
At least this time they were fully clothed.
"Maybe." Ethan mumbled against her forehead.
She felt his hand flatten itself against her bare back, his fingers tickling her spine as he took a deep breath.
He was trying to calm himself, in more ways than one, and she found it kind of endearing how invested in their kissing he had become.
"So help me God if I come back in here and find you two naked in front of the Christmas tree…" She could practically hear Ethan's eyes rolling back into his head.
"Don't give her any ideas dad." She let out a huff as she looked up at him.
If there was anyone who was going to start disrobing the other it was going to be him doing it to her. He always took matters into his own hands, especially once he got going.
"We'll behave ourselves Martin, we promise." She turned her head in his dad's direction and offered him a soft smile as she let her fingers dance over Ethan's hip under the blanket.
"You better." He raised an eyebrow before shaking his head in their direction.
"Goodnight dad." Ethan growled out.
"Goodnight you two." And then his dad was retreating down the hallway just as quickly as he appeared and she let out a chuckle as Ethan dropped his head into the crook of her neck and started nipping at the skin.
"Eeettthaaan…" She dragged out his name as his hand snaked it's way under her leggings and underwear and flattened itself against her bare bottom.
"We're not really gonna behave ourselves are we?" His teeth dragged across her pulse point as she craned her head to give him better access.
She really shouldn't be encouraging his nonsense, but dammit if he hadn't gotten her really hot and bothered by all that fantastic kissing he had been doing a few minutes ago.
"Yes Ethan, we are." She felt his hand start to make it's way around the front of her, his fingertips dancing against her curls as he pressed a kiss against the spot on her neck where there would surely be a mark tomorrow.
She would have to make sure she wore something that covered that up before going into work.
The last thing she needed was another snarky comment from Leanne about recognizing Ethan's handiwork.
"Why?" He sounded so pouty and pitiful and it almost made her willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
"Because your father asked us to." She pulled back slightly then, giving him a look that she knew would have little to no effect on him.
"That's a horrible excuse." He leaned down and captured her lips in his just as he let a finger run along her core. She nipped at his lip as he slid his finger inside her and she gripped at his hair when he let out a chuckle.
He thought he was being sneaky, but he wasn't.
She was on to him.
"Ethan…" She pulled from the kiss and eyed him wearily.
"What?" He looked so innocent and child like and she hated it.
He knew what a sucker she was for that look.
He knew that she couldn't say 'no' to that face.
"What are you doing?" She growled out her question as he added another finger, his thumb brushing along her core as he gave her a soft smile.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She let her hand fall to his shoulder when his fingers stroked over just the right spot and she couldn't help the small moan that left her lips.
"It looks like you're not listening to your father." She buried her face against his shoulder then, not willing to let her moans be heard by the older man down the hall.
"I never really liked following the rules in case you haven't noticed." He was evil, downright evil, and she knew that two could play at that game.
"Ethan… we can't." She hoped that one last plea would convince him to at least stop until they made it upstairs.
"Yes we can." He dragged his thumb along her core a little slower this time and she bit down on the exposed skin of his shoulder to hide her whimper.
"But…" She let her hand wander downward then, grazing it over his obvious erection before she stopped it just above the waistband of his sweats.
"It's my house." He whispered. She could tell that he knew that he was in trouble. "Besides, we're covered, he's not gonna see anything."
"You're insatiable." She slid her hand inside his pants and boxers then, letting her hand wrap around him gently.
The moan he released was anything but quiet and she was pretty certain that Martin had to have heard that.
She waited for the man to come rushing down the hall but he didn't.
Probably because he was very well aware of what was going on in the other room.
"And you're fucking sexy as hell." His words sent her body into overdrive and she bucked her hips against his hand. "So sue me if I can't keep my hands to myself."
"You have a dirty mouth." She pulled her head out of the crook of his neck then, offering him a dirty look as she began to move her hand up and down his member.
"Just wait a few minutes," He pressed his forehead against hers as he whispered his next words, "I'll show you all the good things this dirty mouth can do."
"We'll have to be quiet." She didn't miss a beat and she knew it threw him off his game. Normally at this point she was a muttering mess, especially given just how good his fingers felt between her legs. But tonight she was determined to hold her own against him. "You know we're not very good at that."
"Well then just bite your lip really hard." He nudged his nose against hers and she let out a whimper as he withdrew his fingers slightly and then pushed them back inside her slowly.
"Me? I'm not the one who makes so much noise." That was true, she was a quiet lover, Ethan however, was not.
"You know, you're cranky when you're tired." He nipped at her lips as he tugged her closer using the hand that was still against her back.
"And you're an asshole when your tired." She growled back. She let her hand tighten around his erection just enough to cause a moan to escape his lips and she couldn't help but chuckle as he fell back against the couch cushions.
"Bite me." He was practically shaking in her arms and she loved it.
"Just tell me where." She let her lips crash against his as she picked up the pace of her hand and he whimpered into the kiss.
"Evil." He mouthed against her lips. "Pure evil."
"Maybe." He picked up his pace as well and she felt herself reaching the edge. "Stoooop Ethan."
She could feel herself getting close and she stopped her movements as he withdrew his fingers from inside her.
She let out a soft whimper, the loss of contact making her feel very empty.
But then he was rolling them over and he was pinning her down underneath him and she couldn't help but let out a huff as he looked down at her with dark eyes.
"Do you really want me stop?" He had both hands on her hips then, his fingers preparing to push her bottoms down and she swallowed.
She wanted him to do so many things to her right then and there and stopping surely wasn't one of them.
"No." She whispered.
He smiled down at her softly as he pushed her leggings down slightly, then her underwear.
The couch cushion was cold against her bare bottom and she let out a soft whimper when his fingers danced over her thighs and then upward, settling on her hips once more.
"Good." He dropped his head down to hers and kissed her softly, his tongue tracing over her lips as he pushed his own pants and underwear down.
He slid into her effortlessly and she whimpered into the kiss, her eyes closing tightly as he squeezed her hips.
She felt him pick up his pace pretty quickly and she knew that she must have gotten him pretty close to the edge with her movements from earlier.
"Old man can't keep up anymore can he?" She growled against his lips.
The look he shot her told her she was a dead woman.
"Old man," He slid from within her and she let out a soft cry, "can keep up just fine."
He squeezed her hips roughly as he pushed her further back against the couch cushions, settling himself between her legs once more.
"Ethan…" She didn't want to beg, but she was so close and she just wanted him to bring her over the edge. "Please…"
He shook his head 'no' before dropping his head down to her shoulder.
She felt his fingers push at the material of her sleep shirt as he let his head fall further downward.
The next thing she knew he was running his tongue along her right breast, grazing her nipple just enough to cause her to whimper once more.
She truly was a puddle of mush in his hands.
And she both loved it and hated it.
"Ethan…" She let her head fall back against the arm of the couch as he moved his head down a little further, his lips pressing kisses against her stomach as his fingers ran along her breasts. "I…"
"Hush." He nipped at the skin of her hip bone and she slammed her eyes shut tight.
She should have known better than to tease him.
She knew exactly what that always did to him.
"This isn't fair." She whispered.
But then his head was between her legs and his lips were soft against her center and she lost the ability to think straight.
She bit her lip to keep a moan back when he let his tongue run along her folds and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the pain from the bite.
She expected him to keep going.
She expected him to bring her over the edge right then and there, but he didn't.
Instead, he kissed his way back up her body before settling himself above her once more.
She didn't dare open her eyes.
She didn't dare speak.
She was so far gone that any little movement or sound might ruin the whole thing.
She felt his lips press against the skin of her neck as his hand settled against her hip softly.
"Open your eyes Roxane." He whispered.
He never called her Roxane. Except for when he was mad at her.
Or when he was really, really into her.
She let her eyes open slowly and she was greeted with a soft smile.
She certainly didn't except that.
"Still think I'm an old man who can't keep up?" His question was humorous and she could tell from the twinkle in his eye that he was teasing her.
He wasn't mad, or upset.
He wasn't going to hurt her or torture her or do any of the things she was used to experiencing in that kind of situation.
She shook her head slowly as she swallowed, her eyes focusing on everything but him.
"Look at me Roxane." He whispered again.
The fingers on her hip flexed slightly as he lined himself up with her center, sliding into her slowly as he locked his eyes with hers.
She couldn't help the soft sob that left her throat.
He certainly was the most gentle lover she had ever had.
"I love you." He pressed a kiss against her nose as he set a slow but steady pace. "I love you more today than I did yesterday."
She nodded her head slowly as she let her hands fall flat against his back.
She didn't know if she was capable of speaking.
She was both physically and emotionally spent after all this.
He nipped at her lips gently and she whimpered, her fingers gripping his shoulder softly as she let her leg wrap around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible.
She could tell that she was close. Real close. And she just wanted to tumble over the edge and then fall asleep in his arms like she had so many times before.
"And I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today." She whispered.
She had never used his phrase back at him and it must have shocked him because tears started forming in his eyes.
"You're perfect." He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek as he nuzzled his face against hers. "So fucking perfect."
She shook her head back and forth as she let her hand wander upward, her fingers threading through his hair as she dragged him closer.
He shifted his hips then, thrusting against her with a slightly more forceful pace.
She let out a moan as she felt him hit just the right spot and the next thing she knew she was tumbling over the edge.
"Ethan." She whimpered out his name as she came and she tightened her fingers around his hair as she tried to hold him as close as possible.
His hand stilled against her hip as he dropped his head to her shoulder, his lips grazing over the sweat covered skin as he tried to compose himself.
But then he was following her over the edge and his teeth sank into the spot on her shoulder where his mouth had settled and she heard him whisper her name over and over again against her shoulder as he came within her.
They laid that way for a minute, both of them doing their best to catch their breath.
They both failed miserably and she could feel Ethan's tears against her skin.
She didn't know why he was crying.
It certainly wasn't the first time they had sex together.
She doubted it would be close to their last.
But then she realized that he must have realized that she trusted him. That she let him in. And she knew that something like that would break him.
"I love you Ethan." She whispered against his ear, her fingers dragging slowly through his hair in a comforting manner. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."
"I know." He pressed his lips against the spot on her shoulder where his teeth had surely left a mark. "I know you do."
He pulled his head upward then, offering her a soft smile as he dropped his forehead to hers.
She felt his fingers on her cheek then, brushing back the tears that must have fallen from her own eyes.
"I mean it." She hoped that he knew just how badly she needed him. How important he was to her, even after everything they had been through, everything that she had been through. "I need you."
She felt a sob escape her lips with her deceleration and he settled his palm against her cheek as he closed his eyes.
"Oh baby." He pressed a soft kiss to her nose, and then one to her lips, before whispering back to her. "You have no idea."
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