A/N: Please do not read this if you are offended by sexual material.

"Hey! Wait! I just bought these!"

Levi paused to look up at her, fists balled with the finely textured tights at her thighs, sharp, charcoal eyes beneath a crinkled brow revealing his obvious frustration with her utterance, though, intrigued by her diligence and willingness to stand against him considering what they're about to do. He stared her down and then, almost defiantly, gripped his rough fingers tighter in to her stockings, ripping them from her thighs in a netted mess, too impatient to wait for her to remove them gingerly; if she was all that upset about them, he'd but her new ones.

They had arrived just moments before, Levi tossing her on to the bed of this luxury hotel room before perching himself over top of her, his silky, black bangs trailing against her brow. She lay back in the middle of a plush king bed, the feathery pillows billowing around her in a room nearly all in white with a beautiful veranda window inset in the wall to her left. The window seat was lined in soft cushions with small white pillows in different shapes along its backside, a mixed drapery of cloths hanging from the pole above. The window overlooked the city, allowing the soft glow of lights to gently penetrate the room. There sat a dark-wood desk on the far wall with gold-handle accents and carved ridges alongside a standing lamp in the corner, turned off. A set of elegantly carved mahogany cabinets and drawers lay to the right of the desk, lining one wall. Finally, the suite was further furnished with various floral-themed paintings –again, mostly in white- and other such decorations about the walls. Other than the door they had entered through, Petra perched in his arms like a bride, there was only one other door, which Petra presumed to lead to the bathroom, alongside the entry to the suite

Her copper brow furrowed slightly, honey eyes ballooning in shock with what he'd just done, as he proceeded to remove her clothing in a frenzy, splaying her petite linens about the floor. He leaned over her as he went de-robing her, fondling her form to which she responded in coos and moans, feeling the soft cloth of the bed envelop her along with his firm hands. Raising her gaze to the ceiling, heavily flushed, she studied the gentle movement of the ivory, ceiling fan blades, ever revolving, unlike her mind -which was mostly rid of any real intoxication at this point; unless high on energy from the night counts in this sort of situation-. She glanced back down to him as he wriggled her free of her black, pleated skirt, the white room now a mess of clothing tossed every which way with Petra stark naked, the billowy linens a relieving cool against her skin. Levi leaned over her, peppering hot kisses along her jawline, the city lights gentle on the curves of her body as pale coos broke her tender lips, honey eyes closed as she wrapped her arms about his neck. He soon shifted to his knees, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. He would pick it up later. Leaning over her anew, she reached up, feeling the contours of his chest and shoulders in arousal firmly in her hands. Her touch only ushered him further, proceeding to fondle her all the more; leaving kisses and nips and tender, reddened marks about her body that would serve to remind her later of this evening; her smooth hips and trim jaw line, the deep grooves of her collarbone and the taught skin of her thighs, before arriving at her breasts. He sucked and tugged her nipples gently in tandem, holding her gaze as he watched her be pleasured, coo and come undone; her copper crown splayed about her reddened face and soft, honey eyes. Taking one of her nipples gently in his teeth, he nipped lightly, which sent her into a frenzied moan, tinges of pleasure like little jolts of electricity rushing her spine, her face tingeing even further with warmth. Feeling herself grow wet for him, a strange, surging need to be touched and nipped and anything more he was willing to do to her, she reached down, bunching his silky, raven locks in her hand, scraping her nails over the shaved portion of his undercut, to which he groaned, feeling ever ushered along.

Removing his skinny jeans and boxers, discarding them aside, he lowered himself to her inner thighs, nipping and kissing and licking lightly as her muscles clenched and toes curled, her fingers tightening about his charcoal scalp. She was high on arousal, her upper inner thighs stained with her love honey though he hadn't yet to touch her there. She cooed at him, feeling the heat and wet of her crotch further intensify as he nipped at her, slightly startled by his actions.

Seconds turned to minutes as he continued his painfully welcomed discovery of her body, to which she called and moaned ever loudly, allowing him to take over her, and do whatever it was he so willed. Her reactions to his movements; -her tender coos and grasps at his heated skin, the way she rasped her nails over his chiseled form- only pushed him further. He crawled back up to her, leaning over her and she studied the power of his small frame, somewhat intimidated by his sharp contours in the light.

He leaned down to her face, her coos scraping longingly at his eardrums as he went to kiss her, playing a game of tongues before nipping her lower lip, which called a squeak from her form. He thus lowered himself to her neck, leaving deep hickies about her collar bone and jaw, grinding his free, hardened, longing member against her inner thighs. She clenched her legs against him as he firmly ground against her, his erection twitching in need and he breathed out exasperatedly, hissing and groaning; he had waited much too long for this. She felt herself further coat in her honey, calling out to him as he left a warm streak of liquid against her thighs. Maybe it was due to the alcohol –though it had been mostly flushed out by now-, or her lack of experience, or both, but she was terribly vocal about his actions. He bent over her again, placing a hand on either side of her face before leaning down and kissing her passionately again, dominating her with his tongue, strings of saliva breaking between their lips as he pulled back, nipping her lower lip again. She called at him once more and he could feel the warmth of her sex emanate against his thigh, calling to him to which he rearranged himself directly over her, spreading her lower lips, investigating her contours. She blushed fervently, panicking lightly as she reached to cover her open labia, strung with a web of honey in anticipation. He nipped at her gently and she pulled her hand back as he proceeded to rub himself up and down between her lips, against her newly exposed clitoris, the both of them calling at each other in sexual need. She was so startled by this feeling, rolling her head back against the billows that enveloped her, calling at him, as she became lost in a sea of sheets and twitches and curls and jolts of pleasure with a man she hardly knew.

He knew he couldn't simply rush in to this girl, she would likely tell him off again, like she had with the now ruined stockings. He took the fine grooves of her hips in his hands and coated himself in her honey, rocking between her lips and across her clitoris, rolling his head back in pleasured moans. She called to him as he handled her and he reached up to fondle one of her swollen, pert breasts. The round mound was malleable in his hands and he teased and tugged at her, in control of her body as he spread her lips anew, a new web of honey being broken as he forced her apart, placing his head at her entrance, hissing out in anticipation as he studied her form beneath him with sharp, stone eyes. She was decadently arousing; her honey-coloured hair tossed about her freckle-spiced shoulders in a mess below him, the gentle city glow highlighting the contours of her face. She had looked so bad to him before, but now seemed so sweet; pure; untouched. Her cheeks and nose a bright red hue, her lips swollen and pink, a tinge of panic hit her from his most recent actions, with his head now placed at her entrance, honey met stone with hesitation. He leaned back over her, the hair of his brow brushing the side of her face as he whispered in her ear.

"Virgin?"

His breath seared against her skin, scraping her ear drums. She turned her face from his before choking out a reply.

"N-no!"

He sat back up, scoffing at her, studying her demeanor anew before delivering a response.

"Tch. Yes."

He placed his erection at her entrance again, her pussy clenching and his cock throbbing, both in anticipation. He leaned over her, a hand at either side of her face, his hair almost brushing her brow as she studied his toned contours and the strength of his chin, his hardened grey eyes that gazed longingly at her. His eyebrows were a firm line across his brow and she struggled to read him, only hoping that what she noted in his eyes was indeed a sense of both strength and tenderness. He leaned over her, forcing himself into her tight walls and she cried out at him in both overwhelming pleasure and pain, wincing a copper eye closed. He hesitated at her reaction –though this didn't show outwardly-. He had no intention of causing her harm and his flat voice, somewhat tendered, called down to her.

"Relax."

She was clenched so tightly against him, which he enjoyed, but could tell that it was only in her nervousness. He pulled back from her slowly and then began to rock her, ever more fervently, pain progressing to pleasure. She called out at him, all sorts of names, not knowing his proper one. He grunted and groaned against her at sporadic intervals, but otherwise, was generally quiet and reserved; this didn't mean that he didn't enjoy her reaction; no, he relished in it. He loved this feeling of being ever so under control of this not-so-bad girl.

Being rocked faster and faster into their pillowy surroundings, she called up at him and placed her arms around his neck, him fondling about her hastily as he entered and exited her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her walls each time anew. His bangs brushed against her gently at random intervals as he thrusted in and out of her, keeping their locked gazes as close and intense as possible. She could feel a harsh heat intensify in her crotch as he rammed into her a couple of times, erupting moans from her tender lips. She watched his eyes clench shut in pleasured groan, gasping out at her as she felt him spill his hot seed against her furthermost walls.

"Ch-Ch—ch!"

She squeezed against him tightly, further aroused by the warmth he had just added to her own as she felt herself reach her peak -a searing sensation between her thighs-. She squirted out against his cock, cooing at him loudly whilst he studied her face, a bit surprised at the hot ejaculate she had just added to his own, some of it pooling into her pussy with his penis. Still inside her, leaning directly over her, he studied the softness and intimacy of her face; her sweet, honey eyes as she panted, blushing fervently, sweat lightly matting her bangs about her face. He pulled out of her gently, collapsing next to her against the bed, the rush of air from the down comforter adding to their heaving breathes. He lay there, expelling choppy pants, staring her down at his side as he laid his arm out above her head to which she adjusted, laying the dip of her neck over his arm and leaning into him. Stone studied honey… and honey studied stone for a brief period, both panting; Petra being the more exhausted of the two, though she hadn't done any of the work. She had let him control her, guide her, work her, and…. in this moment, she wouldn't have had it any other way.

For what seemed like forever and no time at all, they lied like this, facing each other, the copper coloured girl no longer beneath the effects of the alcohol, but under the call of a new lullaby; emotional and physical exhaustion. She slowly closed her eyes, her heart rate decelerating as she lie in this stranger's arms, not currently in her normal state of mind; the chiseled face of her newfound lover drifting ever further from her as she entered a deep state of sleep.

A/N: Thank you to all that have reviewed thus far; critique or positivity. Your words are invaluable. Also, I apologise for taking to long to upload this.