Warning for you all here, this chapter is rated M. You'll find out why as you read it. Review would he great guys!

Some people say that sex is the answer to everything, for Aria and Ezra, right now it was.

Aria thought that it was a way to take away Ezra's pain, frustration and anger.

For Ezra, on the hand; It was a way to make his claim on the girl that was his.

Both of their lips moved in sync with one another, Ezra immediately taking control of the kiss as he took her face in his hand, muttering "I love you"'s over and over into her mouth.

Aria saw this as an invitation, her tongue running along Ezra's bottom lip before she thrusted it forcefully into his mouth, colliding it with his own. This was what they were best at. Letting out their anger, on each other.

"Bed." Aria growled out, making quick work of unbuttoning his shirt to push it from his body, pulling away from his lips to admire his toned chest. She ran her hands along his shoulders, allowing them to freely roam around his chest and body. It was very rare that Aria was allowed to touch Ezra in such a way, to be able to run her hands along his chest.

By now Ezra had managed to manoeuvre the both of them towards the tiny bed in the corner of the room, and lowered her down onto it, following closely behind.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Aria stuttered, dragging Ezra against her own naked and exposed body, to press her lips to is.

Despite the pair of them knowing the answer, Ezra decided to answer anyway. "Just shut up and kiss me."

She was quite surprised by his stern tone, but nonetheless didn't let it phase her at all. He dragged his lips along her jawline, leaving a trail of wet and delicate kisses down towards her neck. He knew that he couldn't leave obvious marks on her neck, that'd raise suspicion.

Although Ezra wanted nothing more than to watch her in class, trying to cover the marks with one of her scarfs, someone was bound to put the pieces together and have him in jail before he could say "I love her." Her collarbone and chest, however would be covered.

Ezra's lips found the usual space just below her collarbone, and began to suck and nip at the skin, moving slightly to the left each time he would leave a mark. All Aria could do was gasp and moan beneath him, her hands tangling in his dark locks. This was one of his weaknesses, the most obvious. She knew every weak spot that he had, right down to the small ones. Tugging at his hair was her only way to keep some kind of control on all of this, this was when Ezra's dominant side would show. He wouldn't usually be like this, to him Aria was like a piece of glass. She was delicate, he couldn't break her. A small, yet lustful moan emitted through Ezra's lips as she tugged on his hair a little too rough, growling under his breath. What Aria didn't expect was for Ezra to drag her hands from his hair, and pin them above her head, using one hand to hold her own in place.

This didn't feel real for Aria, it made her think of that night just a few months ago, sending shivers through her body.

"Stop." Aria winced, the pleading in her voice causing Ezra's head to shoot up, his eyes searching hers worriedly. "Just.. Just give me a minute." It was then that Ezra glanced up at her hands, understanding what had happened. He immediately released her hands, running his hands along her arms, her neck and sides until they reached her hips. She shuddered under his gentle touch, giving herself a minute to compose herself before grasping at his jeans, fumbling with the button to pull it undone, tugging them down his hips, his boxers following suit.

This was the quickest that they'd manage to arrive in this position. Usually it'd be a little bit more romantic, but this took Ezra's mind off of everything. It was short, sweet and lustful.

Ezra reached over towards his draw, searching for a foil packet amongst the different random objects that Ezra now regretted putting in there. Aria let out an impatient sigh, placing a hand on his forearm to stop his actions. He only gave her a confused look, mouthing out a "What?" What was she playing at? Was she suggested what he thinks she was?

"Don't." Was all she said lingering her hand on his skin before dragging it up to his shoulders, this time speaking sternly. "Don't."

"But-"

"Don't."

"Aria..." This was way too risky. She was 18 years old, for crying out loud.

"I said, Don't. I don't want you to."

"This is a /big/ risk, Aria. A huge risk."

Just like he had done a few minutes earlier, Aria guided his lips to her own, muttering against them in the lowest tone she could. "Just shut up and kiss me."

Ezra didn't say anymore, instead he just nodded, his lips not leaving hers for even a second.

"Okay?" Ezra asked as Aria wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. With a nod of her head, Aria impatiently awaited for her boyfriend to fill her, the aching between her legs becoming too much.

Without any hesitation, Ezra slid his pulsating length into Aria's drenched core, her hips bucking upwards as she allowed herself to get used to the familiar sensation. "Okay. I'm ready".