A/N: Lemons/Smut in this chapter! You're welcome!
Bastien sits on his dorm room bed, attempting to be focused on a book. The story's words seem to blur together, though, as he can't help but sneak glances at his roommate, William. The tall, athletic young man paces the room like a caged tiger, running a hand through his tousled hair, which only makes it messier. Eventually, Bastien can't ignore the obvious any longer. He slams his book shut, looks up at William, and with genuine concern, asks, "Dunbar, buddy. You're digging a rut into our floor with your pacing. You good?"
"Yep. Perfectly fine," William answers, a little too quickly.
"You sure? You seem a little..." Bastien gestures to William's entire person. "On edge."
William stops moving and sighs. "I'm nervous about tonight, that's all."
"Tonight?" Bastien raises an eyebrow. "What's tonight?"
William sighs again, and sits on his own bed. "Well, Aelita and I are going on a date tonight."
"And? You two have been on tons of dates already. Why would this specific one make you nervous?"
"Well. Uh. The plan is to break the dry spell tonight."
Bastien's eyes widen. "Oh. I'm deadass surprised it hasn't happened already. Well, congrats, dude." He returns his attention to his book.
William shakes his head. "Bastien, c'mon. This is important. It's not a 'conquest', she's not spoils of war or whatever. I'm just... nervous. I want it to be perfect for her."
Bastien slams his book shut again. "Listen, man, you're way overthinking this. Just be yourself. You're the captain of the soccer team. You're literally one of the most sought after guys on campus, if not the most sought after."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, ya dick," William says sarcastically. "It's just... this is Aelita. This is not just some random hookup. I've been wanting to get with this girl for years. I don't want to screw this up."
"Do you genuinely believe you're going to?" Bastien looks at his friend with raised eyebrows. "Bro, you're William Dunbar. You're a fucking catch. One suave motherfucker. Now go out there and show her that."
William takes a deep breath. "You're right. Thanks, Roux."
"Anytime, Dunbar. Anytime." Bastien opens his book to where he left off. "Oh. And one more thing since you've been out of the game so long." He pauses for dramatic effect. "She comes first."
"Dude. Shut up."
The soft hum of classic jazz love songs fills Aelita's room as Sissi meticulously arranges an array of makeup products on the vanity. The late afternoon sunlight streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Sissi motions Aelita over to sit at the vanity instead of on the bed, where she's currently staring at her hands in her lap.
Aelita hesitates for a moment before joining her friend, perching on the chair with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She watches as Sissi studies her reflection in the vanity mirror with a determined glint in her eye.
Sissi's hands move with practiced grace as she selects different shades of eyeshadow, types of brushes, and hues of lipsticks. "We're going for a classic, elegant look tonight," she announces, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Just trust me; you're going to look stunning."
Aelita wordlessly and nervously nods.
Sissi begins applying the makeup, each brushstroke gentle and precise. "Girl. Relax," she says, sensing her friend's anxiety. "Breathe."
Aelita inhales deeply and exhales slowly, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
"There. Feel better?" Sissi encourages. "Now, close your eyes."
Aelita does as she's told, and Sissi continues her work. The soft brushstrokes and the soothing jazz music create a calming atmosphere, and Aelita finally lets herself relax into the chair.
"You know," Sissi starts, "you're awfully quiet today. Is something the matter?"
Aelita bites her lip. "No, I'm just... nervous, I guess."
"About the date?" Sissi asks, her brow furrowing.
"You could say that."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sissi selects another brush from her array.
"It means I'm nervous about the date, but I'm also nervous about... something else."
"Oh. I see." Sissi pauses, her hand hovering over the palette of eyeshadow. "Ohhh. I see."
"Yeah." Aelita's cheeks flush pink.
"Listen, Lita. You're overthinking it. It's just William. He loves you, and you love him. There's no need to be nervous." Sissi gently brushes some eyeshadow into her friend's creases to create a subtle smoky eye. "Besides, you guys have fooled around before already, so it's not that big of a deal to take the next step. How much have you done, anyway?"
"Uh..." Aelita gulps, glad that her eyes are still closed and she doesn't have to look her friend in the eyes as she admits the truth. "Making out, obviously. He's fingered me a few times. I've given him a couple of blowjobs."
"Has he made you come?"
Aelita blushes as she remembers the many times he has. "Yes. Almost every time we've fooled around. Most of the time just by fingering me."
"See, he knows how to take care of you," Sissi reminds Aelita. Then her eyes widen as she realizes what her friend just said. "Wait. You said he makes you come usually just by fingering you?"
"Yeah. Why? Is that bad?" Aelita inquires.
Sissi balks at her friend. "Lita, if I told you how hard Odd has to work to make me come with just his fingers, you'd be surprised how not bad that is." Sissi starts looking through her make up bag for her mascara. "Seriously, though, Lita. That's way more than I expected out of you!"
"Shut up," Aelita grumbles, her cheeks burning.
"I'm just saying. You can be a total prude, sometimes, Lita. So, I'm proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone. Open your eyes now." Sissi applies some mascara to Aelita's lashes.
"Pfft. Thanks, I guess."
"Seriously, though. Just relax and enjoy yourself. William will take care of you." Sissi's voice is filled with reassurance.
"I know, but... what if I'm not good enough? What if I'm not what he expects?"
Sissi stops her work and places a reassuring hand on Aelita's shoulder. "Listen to me. I know that the bullshit that happened with Jeremie fucked up your understanding of what sex is like, but please don't overthink this. I know it's a little scary right now, but I promise it'll be worth it. Sex with the right man is a really beautiful and intimate experience, and I know you'll have that with William."
Aelita takes a deep breath. "Okay."
Sissi works quietly for a few minutes before Aelita pipes up again.
"You know something?"
"Hm?" Sissi is engrossed in lightly bronzing Aelita's complexion.
"I'm realizing that... I don't actually know how to have sex."
Sissi bursts out laughing. "What the fuck are you talking about, Lita? Of course you know how to have sex. Have you forgotten you're not a virgin?"
"No, I mean... I know what to do, but I don't know what to do. Like, what is William going to expect from me? I don't know what I'm supposed to do." Aelita's voice is filled with uncertainty.
"Oh, Lita. It's not about what you're 'supposed' to do. It's about what feels good for you two in the moment. You don't always just have to lay back and open your legs half-heartedly, you know."
"What do you mean?" Aelita asks, confused.
"I mean, you can participate. Touch him, kiss him, guide him, tell him what you like. Don't just lay there and let him do all the work. It's not a one-way street, Lita. It's a partnership. And besides, there are other positions too. You could be on top, you could be on your knees, he could bend you over something. Hell, he's strong enough to pick you up and fuck you against a wall if he wanted to badly enough."
Aelita's eyes widen. "Wow. I didn't know there were so many options."
Sissi chuckles. "Girl, there are so many options. You could try them all in one night if you wanted to," she says with a smirk.
"Somehow I don't think I'm ready for that," Aelita says, her cheeks turning pink again, even through the foundation on her face.
"That's okay. You'll figure it out as you go. Just relax and have fun. William will take care of you."
"Okay." Aelita takes a deep breath. "I think I'm ready."
Sissi steps back and admires her handiwork. "You look amazing, Lita. William is going to lose his mind when he sees you."
William adjusts his jacket and cufflinks as he walks out of the dorm building. He tries to ignore the stares and swoons from other students. He's not sure whether or not he should be flattered since it's not them he looks this good for, it's all for one person.
Aelita.
He sees her figure in the darkness, topped by a head of pink hair in an impeccable updo. Even just seeing her from behind, he is stunned. His eyes travel up and down, following every curve and angle as if he only has a few seconds to take it all in before it's gone. He takes in every detail. He notes how the dress hugs her hips and how the bright red fabric gives her hair this sultry, blood-red under glow. His eyes linger on her shoulders, following the low-cut neck line. He doesn't notice she's been walking up to him the entire time, only how the dress moves with her body as she walks.
"...liam?"
He doesn't respond.
"William?"
Still staring and taking her in.
She's now waving in front of his face. "Will! You there?"
"Huh? Sorry..." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "You look unbelievable."
Aelita blushes. "Thanks. Sissi helped me."
"Well, she did an amazing job. I can't take my eyes off you."
"You're not so bad yourself," she says, eyeing him up and down.
William offers her his arm. "Shall we?"
"We shall," she replies, linking her arm with his.
They walk through Boulogne-Billancourt to the restaurant, chatting about their days and classes. Aelita is a nervous wreck, but she does her best to hide it. William, on the other hand, is surprisingly calm and collected. When they arrive at the restaurant, the hostess leads them to their table. William pulls out Aelita's chair for her, and she sits down gracefully.
"Thank you," she says, smiling.
William takes his seat across from her. "Of course."
The waiter approaches their table and takes their drink orders. Aelita opts for a glass of red wine, and William chooses the same.
"So, tell me more about your day," William says, leaning in.
"It was good. I had a couple exams, I feel like I did well enough on them, but with advanced music theory, everything can be anything. Did you know an F9 chord can technically also be a C6sus4? I certainly didn't."
The corners of William's mouth twitch slightly upward as if trying to hide laughter. "Is that so? I'm gonna pretend I understood that."
"Sorry. Music speak," she says apologetically. "I also got to hang out with Sissi, which is always fun."
"That's great. Sounds like you had a good day."
"What about you? How was your day?"
"It was good. I had a couple exams, too. Not too sure how well I did on them, so stay tuned for that. But overall, I'd say it was a good day."
"I'm glad."
The waiter returns with their drinks and takes their food orders. William orders the steak, and Aelita gets the salmon.
"So, what's new with Versailles these days?" Aelita asks, sipping her wine. "How's the team doing?"
"We're doing well. We're on a winning streak, and with one of the best records in the league, we're in a good position to make the playoffs."
"That's great! I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks. I'm pretty proud of the team. We've worked hard, and it's paying off."
"I'm sure you're a big part of that," Aelita says, smiling.
"I don't know about that. I'm just one player. And a career sub at that. There are a lot of other guys on the team who are just as important."
"Don't sell yourself short, Will. You may be a substitute for now, but you're the best closer on the team. I've seen you play. You're literally incredible. Plus, don't forget about the article the Luc Martel wrote about you."
William blushes. "Thanks, Princess. That means a lot."
"You're welcome."
Their food arrives, and they enjoy their meals. The conversation flows easily between them, and they continue to share stories about their days and classes.
"This is nice," Aelita says, smiling. "I'm having a really good time."
"Me too," William replies, returning her smile.
The meal concludes and they sit there waiting for the check, just staring at each other over the candlelight. William watches the light play along her lips and jawline. Aelita, on the other hand, notices the dark, sexy look the fire is giving him and can't help but imagine just what's going through his head.
The couple is broken out of their trance by their waiter bringing a beautifully layered tiramisu. "For the young couple."
"We didn't order this," William protests.
"It's on the house, Mr. Dunbar. Anything to show appreciation for a hometown hero." He winks and scurries away.
Aelita and William just stare at each other before giving a hearty laugh.
"Well that's different, but I'm not complaining," William jokes.
Aelita smiles back. "Not even a little bit."
They demolish the cake and pay before heading out. As they walk out of the restaurant, Aelita curiously asks, "Sooo... where to next?"
"I went and got us a hotel for the night." He leans in to whisper in her ear, "So we can enjoy some luxury privacy." He pulls away smirking at her as she fidgets and blushes. "But for now, I just want to walk along the river with you and enjoy the night and your company."
"Lead the way," she says, taking his arm again as they walk away from the restaurant.
They stroll hand-in-hand along the Seine, enjoying the cool night air and the sounds of the city. William takes every chance to be as close to her as he can.
"It really is a beautiful city," Aelita breathes.
"It's even more beautiful with you by my side," William says, his voice soft and sincere.
Aelita blushes and smiles. "Since when have you been such a charmer?"
"Kinda hard not to be when you look like that," he says smoothly as he pulls her by the waist towards himself.
They continue their walk, chatting and laughing unaware of the shadowy presence lurking a couple dozen meters behind them.
The couple begins to cross a bridge, but stops halfway across. Aelita takes a second to enjoy the river underneath them and the Paris streets stretched out to their sides. William takes this chance to walk up behind her, press his chest into her back, and wrap his arms around her waist from behind.
She turns around in his grip and leans back against the bridge's short wall behind her. Without warning she grabs his face and kisses him deeply. They're so caught up in the kiss that they don't hear the camera shutter on the river bank.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Dunbar. Good for you." He slinks off into the darkness of Paris, unseen.
William breaks away from the kiss, his voice dark and commanding. "Hey now. As much as I would love to just take you right here on this bridge, we do have a hotel."
Aelita stares into his eyes and says nothing, but William knows what she means and wants. He offers his arm again and leads them the rest of the way across the bridge, in the direction of the hotel.
When they arrive to their room for the night, William opens the door for Aelita and she walks in. He follows her and lets the door close behind him with a heavy thud. He makes a point to ensure the door is locked.
"Wow, Will. This is... wow," she breathes, noticing the rose petals and champagne.
"I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and safe. I hope this is okay."
"It's more than okay, Will. It's perfect."
"I'm glad you think so." He takes off his jacket and hangs it up in the closet.
William walks up to Aelita and wraps his arms around her waist. He leans down and captures her lips in a searing kiss. Aelita moans into the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck.
William breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers. "Are you sure about this, Lita? We can stop at any time."
Aelita is suddenly bashful. "I'm ready, Will. However, since I'd rather not have my face end up as part of the bed, let me take off my makeup and stuff. Okay?"
"Alright, Princess," he says, kissing the top of her head before going to sit at the desk.
She walks into the bathroom and begins removing anything and everything that can get in the way. She tries to hype herself up in the mirror but to no avail. Every new second that passes is a new second closer to their first time together.
William sits at the desk, his nerves starting to get the better of him. He's about to have sex with the girl he's loved from afar for years. "Calm down. Calm down. You've done this dozens of times before. No big deal. Holy shit," he whispers to himself. "Who am I kidding? This is Aelita we're talking about. It is such a big deal."
He's pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Aelita also muttering to herself in the bathroom. With a chuckle, he stands and makes his way to the bathroom. Without speaking, he leans against the doorway with his arms crossed, content to just watch Aelita being herself.
She is swiping a makeup wipe across her face whilst muttering to herself. "Why am I so nervous? It's William. I've known him for years. We've been dating for a few months now. It's not like he's a stranger. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can-"
"I'd hope I'm not a stranger at this point," William says, his voice low with a smirk playing across his lips. "You can do what, Princess?"
Aelita jumps, startled by his sudden appearance. "Will! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
William chuckles again. "Sorry, Lita. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," she says, her cheeks flushed. She leans forward, bending at the hip to get a closer look at her reflection as she carefully removes her dangly earrings.
William's eyes snake along her body, his gaze snagging at her derriere and the way the dress rides up the back of her thighs. He swallows thickly, his throat suddenly dry.
Aelita catches his reflection in the mirror and smirks. "See something you like, Will?"
"Maybe," he says, his voice husky.
"Oh, really?" she asks teasingly. She coyly looks over her shoulder, her eyes hooded. "What are you gonna do about it?" She stands up straighter, staring at him in the mirror, and smooths out her dress before bending back over to lean on the counter, punctuating her lean with a calculated wiggle of her hips.
William's eyes flash with a predatory gleam. "So that's how you're gonna play it, huh?" He stalks towards her, his gaze locked on hers in the mirror. When he reaches her, he places his hands on her hips and pulls her flush against him. Aelita lets out a small gasp, partially in surprise and partially because of the hardness she feels against her. "Anyway, to answer your question: I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll just stand here and admire the view," he says, running a hand up and down the front of one of her thighs.
Aelita shivers at his touch. "Is that so?"
He pulls his hands away from her body. "Or I could just let go and walk away," he says slyly.
"But neither of us want that, now do we?" she says, her voice breathy. With that, she deepens her bend, causing her ass to stick out even more.
William groans, replacing his grip on her hips. "Miss Stones."
"Yes, Mr. Dunbar?" she asks, feigning innocence.
"What do you think you're doing?" he says, his voice low.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Her own voice lilts sweetly. She finally frees her hair from the updo, and her tresses cascade down her back.
"You're a tease, you know that?" he says, his voice almost a growl now.
"Takes one to know one," she purrs back.
William can't take it anymore. He presses an outstretched hand to her abdomen and pulls her upright before spinning her around and crashing his lips against hers. Aelita moans into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair while his hands roam her body. He breaks the kiss and trails his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Aelita arches into him, her head falling back in pleasure.
William's hands continue to explore her body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He hikes up the hem of her dress and slowly slides his hands underneath, his fingers ghosting over her bare skin. Aelita shivers, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Without warning, he lifts her up and perches her on the countertop. He steps between her legs and resumes his exploration of her body, his hands skimming over her thighs and hips.
Aelita's breathing quickens, her heart pounding in her chest. The way William touches her makes her feel drunk on pure pleasure. Her brain wants her to plead for more, but all she can manage to let leave her mouth is a single moan as he continues his ministrations.
He pushes her dress further up her legs and uses one hand to remove her lacy underwear from underneath. His touch is feather light as he tosses it aside and returns his hand to her leg. He grazes her inner thigh with his fingertips as he slowly inches his hand higher. Aelita's breath catches in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation.
William's hand finally reaches its destination, and he gently strokes her folds, eliciting a gasp from her. He continues his teasing, his touch light but deliberate. Aelita reaches up to try and unbutton his shirt.
William chuckles, his voice a low rumble. "Uh uh uh," he tuts as he stops his teasing to pull her hands away from his body. "It's my turn right now," he whispers. "Patience, Princess." He swiftly pulls her arms behind her back and locks them in place with one hand while the other slowly walks back along her body to her core.
"I can't," she says, her voice almost a whine.
He smiles devilishly. "You can," he commands. "And you will."
Aelita bites her lip, her body thrumming with desire. William slowly continues his torturous exploration. Finally, he relents and slips a finger inside her, drawing a moan from her lips. He sets a slow, steady pace, determined to drive her crazy before he's even started. He lets go of her arms to lift one of her legs. He kisses his way up her inner thigh, lowering his body as he moves towards his final destination. William grips her hips and slides down to his knees, his face level with her core. He looks up at her with eyes darkened by desire. "May I?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper.
Aelita can barely form a coherent thought with her entire body consumed by need. "Please," she whimpers.
William wastes no time darting his tongue out to taste her. Aelita's head falls back against the mirror and her eyes flutter shut. William's tongue is a weapon of mass destruction. With deadly precision he teases and torments her, leaving her little more than a quivering mess.
Aelita's hands tangle in his hair, tightening her grip as her pleasure builds. "Will," she moans pleadingly.
William doubles his efforts, his tongue swirling and dipping, his touch setting her skin on fire. Aelita's hips buck, her body desperate for release. William's hands grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as he continues his assault on her senses.
William's work finally pays off as Aelita's orgasm crashes over her, her body shuddering with pleasure. He doesn't relent though, using his tongue to coax every last drop of ecstasy from her. As he rises to his feet, Aelita's body is limp. He catches her and supports her against himself. He growls in her ear, "That was just the beginning, Princess."
Aelita is a quivering mess. Her body aches for more, but she can't form coherent thoughts enough to beg for it.
"Cat got your tongue?" William asks teasingly as he helps her off the counter.
Her legs are shaky, and she leans against him for support. "You could say that," she says, her voice a breathy whisper.
William leads her to the bed and sits her down gently. As he's removing his shirt, Aelita stands up and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss before stepping away. Without breaking eye contact for even a second, Aelita finds the zipper on her dress and slowly pulls it down.
William raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
It's Aelita's turn to sit him down on the bed. She turns to face away from him, determined to tease him by stripping as slowly as possible. She lets the loose straps slip off her shoulders and pushes them down and off her arms. She holds it to her chest and lets the loose fabric fall how it wants to, letting him see most of her back. William's breath hitches, and he can't help but reach out and trace his fingers along her spine. Aelita shivers at his touch, her skin tingling. She continues to pull the dress down, revealing her lacy black strapless bra. William's eyes are glued to her, his gaze burning into her.
She turns to face him, locking her eyes with his. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. William's eyes rake over her exposed skin with unbridled desire. His breathing is ragged as his eyes follow her every movement.
Aelita walks towards him, her hips swaying. She reaches for his belt, and her fingers fiddle with it lightly as she speaks her next words. "What are you waiting for, Will? I know you're enjoying the view, but it's hardly fair that I'm the only one naked here."
William doesn't need to be told twice. He quickly undoes his belt and shimmies out of his pants and boxers. Aelita's eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of him. She bites her lip, her eyes filled with the same desire that filled his only a moment ago.
As she moves to the bed, she lightly brushes him from base to tip with one finger. "Do I get to take the lead now?" she asks, her voice low and flirty.
"Uh uh." William gets on the bed as well, crawling over her. "I don't remember saying it would be your turn any time soon." He grabs her hands and locks them above her head in his own.
Aelita squirms underneath him, her body aching for his touch. He leans down to kiss her, but stops just high enough so she can't reach. He smirks down at her as she whines and protests. "Will..."
He chuckles. "You make being in control so fun, Lita. It's hard to resist teasing you."
Aelita groans in frustration. "Please, Will. I need you."
William's eyes darken at her words, and he leans down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. He releases one hand from hers and trails his fingers down her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He moves to kiss her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Aelita arches into him, trying to feel him against her.
William's hand continues its journey south to her breasts, his thumb brushing over a nipple. Aelita moans and presses into his hand attempting to feel more of his touch.
"You are so beautiful, Lita," he murmurs against her skin. "God, you are so fucking sexy."
Aelita's breath catches in her throat, his words sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
William continues his exploration of her body, his hands skimming over her hips and thighs. He releases her hands and moves to kiss her stomach, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin.
"Please, Will." Aelita writhes beneath him needily. "Please."
William smiles, and Aelita's heart skips a beat at the sight. He lines himself up with her entrance and slowly pushes inside. Aelita gasps, letting her eyes shut as she feels him. William pauses, giving her a moment to adjust. "You okay?" he asks.
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, just fuck me already."
William begins to move, setting a slow, steady pace. The sound of their breathing fills the room, and the air is thick with tension. He leans down and captures her lips in a passionate kiss, and their tongues dance together. Aelita's hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
William increases his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Aelita meets him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his. The tension builds as their bodies move together in perfect sync.
"Fuck, Lita," William groans. "You feel so good."
Aelita can't form a coherent response, her mind foggy with pleasure. She can feel her orgasm building. She tries to hold it off, but every move of his makes her body tremble with anticipation.
William's hand snakes between their bodies, and his fingers find her clit. He rubs circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Aelita cries out at the intense wave of pleasure that shoots through her, her body arching off the bed. "Come for me, Lita," he commands. "I want to see you come again."
His words send her over the edge. Every new touch makes her shudder with pleasure. William follows soon after, his release washing over him.
They lay there, their bodies tangled together, their breathing ragged.
William presses a kiss to Aelita's forehead. "I love you, Lita," he whispers.
"I love you too, Will."
William and Aelita bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their bodies intertwined. The moonlight streams through the window, casting a soft glow on their bare skin.
"That was incredible," Aelita says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize that was how sex is supposed to feel."
"I promised you I'd make it special, didn't I?"
"You did. And I'd say you kept that promise and then some."
William and Aelita drift off to sleep, their bodies wrapped around each other, their hearts full of love.