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“Don’t talk.” He grumbled. 

In a matter of seconds since entering her apartment he had her pinned her against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head in one hand while the other tilted her mouth up to meet his in a bruising kiss. He pushed his knee between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs for him as tongue, teeth and lips collided.

“Finni-“ he cut her off with a sharp nip of her bottom lip, eyes dark as he pulled back and shifted his hand from her cheek to her chin, gripping her jaw firmly.

“I said, don’t talk. Only time I should hear you is if you’re saying your safe word. Tell me.” He ordered. She stared at him with wide eyes, frozen for a moment as her mind raced with a thousand and one possibilities as to why Finnick could be so riled up, but they fled her head as quickly as they had come when he squeezed her jaw lightly and pressed her for an answer.

“Seasalt.” She breathed. Finnick’s eyes were not the gentle, seafoam green she was used to but more of a harder shade today. Whether it was lust or something else she wasn’t sure, as he was never usually so forceful with her, but she couldn’t deny the quiet thrill it sent through her to think about what he might do like this.

“Are you using it now?” he asked. There was her Finnick. For just a brief moment he shone through, his thumb grazing her jawbone as he intently studied her expression for any sign of discomfort or discontent with the situation he’d put her in. She swallowed, taking a deep breathe in through her nose before exhaling deeply.

“No, but…are you okay to do this?” she asked. Finnick’s expression faltered for only a moment, and she saw a storm of grief and aggravation in his eyes before he pushed it all down again, his eyes flickering to her mouth, then her forehead, anywhere but her eyes in case she saw through him.

“I need this.” He huffed, smothering her mouth once more with the sloppy heat of his desire. Whether it was driven by true passion or something else she wasn’t too sure but she let it lead her for now, the underlying hint of desperation in the way he licked into her mouth telling her just how much he really did need this. To feel her. To claim her. To know she was there and whole and his. With a groan, Finnick dropped her hands in favour of getting a firm grip on her thighs, hiking her up the wall and pulling her legs around his waist. She gasped, head thunking back against the wall as Finnick buried his mouth in the crook of her neck next, biting and sucking marks into the skin like he wanted to devour her whole and keep her safe inside him.

Finnick grunted, reaching up with one hand to forcibly tug her shirt away from her collar bone, mouthing his way along the bone before biting down on the fleshy part of her shoulder with a grunt. With a soft cry, she moved her hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling on the carefully styled strands until they were tousled beyond saving. Heat simmered in her veins as he kissed her once more, setting her down and giving the hem of her shirt a firm tug in quick succession. Panting, she lifted her arms to oblige him, and one hand immediately went to her chest to pull and pinch her nipples stiff. With quiet pants, she kept one hand tugging at his hair while the other raked down his back, making him arch into her. She moaned, feeling his free hand push down into her pants and firmly press against her before he began to rub in harsh, quick movements.

“Fuck, Finnick!” she yelped, eyes screwing closed as she threw her head back, “Fuck, t-too much!” It was a dizzying, overwhelming experience to feel so much of him at once. His mouth was hot against her neck and collar bone, his hand warm and strong on her breasts while the rough and calloused pads of his fingers created a delicious kind of friction against her clit.

“Take it.” he growled, pulling back just enough to press his forehead to hers. There was a light sheen of sweat covering both of them know, his breath coming in harsh little pants as she floundered, desperately looking for something to cling onto and ground her. The ebb and flow of her pleasure was not gentle. It felt more like a shock, quick to come and quick to go, but it was building the all too familiar sensation in her gut all the same. She gasped, pleaded, attempted to move his hand away as her hips jerked, but it was all to no avail. Finnick didn’t move until he was ready to, his fingers dipping down and slipping in with ease. She was soaking wet and squeezing at the intruding digits, close to release and losing her mind at the overwhelming sensation of him abusing that one little rough patch that always bought her such relief.

“Finnick.” She whined, flexing her hips in time with the bruising pace he had set to try and ride his fingers. Finnick’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and she almost whimpered at the sight. He was practically ethereal in the fading light of the early evening. Bronze skin and golden hair glowing in the sunset, he was firm and lean against her, smelling of salty sweat and sea breeze and something so distinctly Finnick she could never quite name. The growl in his voice when he spoke to her was enough for her to lose all sense of rhyme and reason.

“Fucking take it!”

“F-Finnick! Oh!” the noises she was made were loud and obscene. Her thoughts scattered like dust in the wind. Her knees quivered and her body nearly folded in two, jerking and spasming as her orgasm hit her hard. Finnick’s pace didn’t let up, not until he was satisfied he had completely robbed her of the ability to walk, and when his fingers left her pants he immediately began smearing her essence over her lips in a silent demand for her to clean them off. Completely drunk on pleasure as she was, she obediently opened her mouth and began to suck the remnants of her orgasm from his fingers, her eyes locked with his as they both tried to catch their breath. Though her mind was a little hazy, relaxed and sated, she became aware of the feeling of pressure against her thigh, and her hand lazily drifted down to find it was Finnick rutting against her. It stopped when her hand found the straining material at his crotch, replaced instead by her hand massaging the outline of his arousal as his head tipped back slightly and his eyes fluttered closed.

She watched the way his mouth moved, opening and closing a little as he tried to form coherent words. His throat bobbed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he exhaled sharply in a pant.

“Want you on your knees.” He rasped. She reached up to grasp his wrist, pulling his fingers from her mouth slowly until they came free with a quiet pop. His head slowly lifted, eyes watching her as she slithered out from between him and the wall and began to walk backwards, leading him by the hand into the living room. Finnick watched her every move with intense scrutiny, but obligingly helped her unbutton his shirt and push down his trousers before she pushed him onto the sofa. He landed with a huff, reaching for her eagerly as she bent at the waist to press a kiss to his lips. Finnick tried to chase her mouth before she pushed him back against the cushions, moving her mouth instead to his throat where a few gentle bites were left. She couldn’t mark him up, not when he had so many patrons who would become incensed if they thought their favourite toy had been played with by somebody else. It was an unfair part of their dynamic, but she had accepted that the price to pay for being with Finnick was having no claim to her lover whatsoever and wondering whose bed he was in on lonely nights.

Pushing the thoughts away, she focused on sucking the tension from his body via his cock.

The moment she sucked him into her mouth his hands flew into her hair, gripping tightly at the roots as a low moan of relief escaped him. She felt him throb against her tongue as she began to vigorously work him over, her tongue lapping at the underside of a swollen, sensitive head whenever she bobbed back up while her hand pumped synchronously at the base. He had been trimmed recently and the little pinpricks of hair stabbing into her fist were only a minor distraction compared to the symphony of noises escaping him. Finnick had always been one to enjoy quieter moments of intimacy, but the Capitol had changed even that about him – his patrons needed to know their pathetic attempts at pleasing him work ‘working’ after all. Not that he even managed to get it up for them without help. No, that was a privilege he tried to save for her and her alone, but there were days when the Capitol took even that from him to.  

“Fucking hell sweetheart,” he groaned, “Oh, oh that’s good, good fucking girl.” The rambling praise was new and it distracted her enough she wasn’t quite prepared for him to suddenly thrust up into her throat. She gagged a bit and had to pull back, taking a moment to catch her breath and clear her throat as Finnick thrust into her fist instead. His head had snapped up at the sound of her cough and he seemed tense, only relaxing again when she gave him a nod and a smile to let him know she was alright. She would have been lying if she had said that the praise hadn’t sent a bolt of need straight through her. She needed to hear it again, needed to make him feel good like that again. Closing her lips back around the leaking head of his cock, she gently tapped his hand to let him know he could control the pace, could take what he needed, and Finnick immediately set to work thrusting up into her mouth, a broken string of curses and whines escaping him.

She whimpered quietly, her jaw beginning to ache but the rest of her alight with want. When she peered up at him through her lashes, she got a halo of gold and glistening skin, and she was quite sure that nobody in this world or the next would have ever been able to say no to him. His chest heaved with every gasping breath, the toned muscles of his abdomen twitching and jumping beneath her fingers as she skated them up over his stomach. Finnick Odair was hers. No Capitolite would ever know the planes of his body better than her. No patron could ever tell him secrets he would hold as dearly as he held her own. Nobody could make him come apart like this.

Except he didn’t.

Without warning he pulled her off of him and urged her up, hands immediately shifting down to her pants.

“Don’t you want to-“

“You, need to cum in you.” He panted, his eyes pleading as her heart shot into her throat. This wasn’t the Capitol, there were no fancy injections or pills here to prevent childbirth, and she certainly wasn’t going to risk having to take those herbal teas that did terrible things to your insides just to ensure you wouldn’t add to the infant mortality rate. This wasn’t her Finnick. Her Finnick knew well how she felt about the mere thought of children in their current world and had never pushed the issue, even agreed with her.

“Seasalt.” She spoke firmly, clearly, and Finnick immediately froze, staring at her with wide, unfocused eyes. She crouched in front of him, taking her face in his hands and brushing her thumbs along his cheeks.

“I…I…”

“In another life, I’d say yes, but this is the one we live, so you do it on my back or stomach or no dice, you understand?” she said. Finnick swallowed thickly, leaning forward to press his forehead to hers and whispering an apology. She kissed the tip of his nose, then his lips, and gave him a little smile of reassurance. He reached up to cover her hands with his own, squeezing lightly.

“I understand. I’m sorry, I just…I need…I can’t…Snow…” he could barely stutter the words out, his expression more agonised than usual, and it was all the explanation she really needed. The President had threatened him many times before, and it usually resulted in some outward display of behaviour that wasn’t quite the norm for him. She pulled her hands back to push down her pants instead, letting the soft, cottony material pool at her feet so she could step out of them. Finnick kicked his pants away and was quick to welcome her into his lap, shifting so he could guide her down until she was laying beneath him. Heart fluttering at the sudden tenderness behind his gestures, she gave him an encouraging nod and smile that quickly melted away into a gasp as he pushed into her.

For a moment, they simply stayed that way, two people intertwined, chests pressed together, hearts ricocheting against each other. For a moment, there was no Capitol, or patrons, or Snow. For a moment, there was only their little home, the sound of waves lapping the shore outside their window, their own heavy breathing. Then, Finnick pulled his hips back and gave a firm thrust forward. Her legs tightened around his waist as he found himself a punishing rhythm, moving deep and strong inside of her like the pull of the tide, stealing her breath and giving her life anew with every careful movement. When he worshipped her with every inch of himself like this, she was certain he meant it when he told her he loved her.

“Oh baby.” She moaned, hips meeting his in perfect timing that only made that coil tighter and tighter. Finnick had been mouthing along her collar bone, muffling his own pleasured grunts and groans into her skin, but he pulled back just enough to skim his mouth along her ear, biting and tugging at her ear lobe.

“Right here sweetheart, so good,” he breathed, “Feels so good.” Temple pressed against hers, he increased his pace a little, squirming a bit to push deeper with his thrusts and be closer to her. He held her tighter, fingernails leaving little crescent moons on her skin, but she didn’t care. The gentle pulsing in her core and the sharp pin pricks against her skin mixed well together and simply pulled her that much closer to the edge. Another pant, a whine of her name, the blood in her veins roaring like an inferno as her heart enveloped the rest of her, an overwhelming adoration for Finnick and all his little idiosyncrasies as he dropped a hand to her clit and began to circle it. He was close then, closer than she was, but he’d stave off his own release until she came. It made a pleasant change and only egged her on towards her release knowing that he felt safe and good.  Finnick had been through so much physical trauma he didn’t always get to finish, no matter how desperate he was for it.

The gentle pulsing suddenly became a crescendo, her every muscle seizing and her mouth hanging open, a choked whine the only sound that escaped her as she clenched around him hard. Finnick groaned loudly in her ear, his thrust becoming a bit more erratic as he tried to push her through her high, her fingers raking down his back again. He pulled out suddenly, desperately fisting his cock until he painted her torso white, and then he almost collapsed on his side. The only sound was their shared, heavy breathing and the creaking of the sofa as he leaned against the cushions with a puff, his arm slung across the back of the seat so he could rest his chin on his bicep and watched the sun disappear over the horizon. She simply closed her eyes, basking in the pleasant buzzing in her head while her core throbbed its way through a few after shocks.

She pretended not to hear the first little sniffle. Finnick was never one to show her how hard he took it all if he could help it, only ever wanting her to be happy and safe, but he couldn’t shield her from everything, and when she opened her eyes to view him she saw the red rimmed irises staring solemnly at the moon as if it might deliver him some sort of freedom or redemption. If there was anything she knew for sure, it was that Finnick Odair did not need redeeming.

“Snow threatened me, didn’t he?” she asked quietly. Finnick tensed, and then he sniffed, wiping his eyes on his bicep briefly and nodding once. “How bad is the situation?” her question remained unanswered for a while, and she felt her frustration begin to grow when she was forced to call his name and press him for an answer.

“He was going to kill you,” he snapped, his face full of so much horror and anguish when he faced her that it broke her heart, “He was going to kill you if I didn’t…if they couldn’t…” he sucked in a deep breath, his voice wavering as he finally confessed to all that had happened to him before he got home. “They used me, Y/N. Degraded me and beat me and cut me and I just…I had to take it.”

Immediately, her eyes raked over his form, ready to spot any sign of injury and help him soothe his wounds, however he was shiny new and the only marks on him were from her own nails. The Capitol had once more scratched their cruelty into his marrow and then erased all traces of it.

“Oh baby.” She whispered, angry and hurt and sorry all at once. She wished she could protect him better, keep him far away from Snow’s clutches, but there was no chance of it when his grip on Panem was still so vice like.

“They drank my fucking blood!” Finnick raved, standing now and starting to pace as he ran a hand through his hair.

“They what?” she sounded as shocked as she felt, her stomach curdling at the thought.

“They used a knife, they cut me and they drank from the wound, but they call us fucking animals,” he scoffed, eyes wild and brimming with self-loathing, “And I couldn’t do a thing to stop them.” Reaching for her trousers, she used it to quickly wipe away the remenants of Finnick’s release from her skin, and got to her feet to gently grasp his face between her hands.

“Stop. Don’t trap yourself there.” She ordered.

“But they-“

“Stop.” She repeated. His eyes grew wet, shame painted all over his face. His hands trembled when they reached up to grasp her wrists. She hushed him, her thumbs gently scrolling over his cheekbones.

“I feel so dirty. I just want to feel like me again.” He whispered brokenly. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she nodded in understanding and slowly leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He didn’t respond, but his eyes were closed when she pulled back and took his hands instead. He sucked in a sharp breath, looking at her with so much vulnerability that she almost let the tears pricking her eyes spill.

“Let me take care of you.” She said softly. Finnick looked at her for a moment, and then he nodded, letting her lead him to the bathroom. He stood numbly, not willing to look in the mirror at his reflection as she got the shower running. Step one would be to clean all remenants of the Capitol from his skin, whisper her praises and affirmations of love into the abused flesh to replace all the filth they’d tried to fill him with. Finnick remained silent as she washed them both down, her hands running gently over his skin and her lips pressing delicate kisses to the places her hands had been. He took the shampoo from her to help her with her hair, his fingernails scratching lightly at her scalp as he massaged in the suds.

“Is this new?” he asked. She hummed in agreement. “Smells real nice.” The compliment made her smile slightly. Only as he washed the soap away down the drain did she turn to pull him into another gentle kiss.

“It smells like you, like home,” she murmured, brushing her nose against his, “I love you, Finnick. I’m glad you’re home.” Finnick sighed slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. She felt the first wave of chill crawl over her skin as the water began to lose its warmth, so she reached for the dials and turned it off. Finnick was the one to hand her a towel, but she made sure to wrap it around herself securely in favour of drying him off with a smile – she could wait. With his towel wrapped round his waist, he patiently sat on the edge of the bed while she detangled his hair with his comb, carefully styling it to coif up just as he liked.

“Don’t stop.” He murmured. She had pulled the comb from his scalp but realised he must have found the sensation quite relaxing, as his shoulders had dropped and his eyes were closed, not a wrinkle on his forehead in sight. He smiled briefly as she began to comb his hair again with a hum.

“You know, I don’t think it’s possible to make you any more handsome.” She mused, kissing his shoulder.

He snorted slightly, “They always find a way.”

“No, they don’t. You are and always have been enough as you are.” She murmured, kissing at his spine next. Finnick shivered a little. With a hum, she let the comb fall onto the bed and moved to wrap her arms around him from behind instead. He hissed and drew back from her with wide eyes, making her frown in confusion.

“You’re still damp!” he protested. Rolling her eyes, she got to her feet and made a show of towelling off, changing into her usual pyjamas as he watched her with mild intrigue.

“Those pyjamas are new to.” he noted. He’d only been gone a week, yet that was two new changes for him to discover and adapt to. Perhaps two too many given the week he’d had. The pyjamas had been necessary, but she was feeling a tad guilty to have surprised him this much. He hated missing time with her and had confessed that when he came home and found she had moved furniture or bought new things, it made him feel left behind, like a foreign object in his own home.

“My others one were beyond saving. I would have been better off wearing my birthday suit.” She sighed. Finnick smiled faintly.

“I wouldn’t mind.” He assured her. With a grin, she shook her head and pointed to the door.

“I know you wouldn’t, now get out and let’s make some cocoa to take to bed with us, okay?” she suggested. He nodded his head, keeping his hand in hers as they exited the bedroom and went to find the necessary things. He stayed close, finding any excuse to touch her, and she leaned back into him every time with a contented hum, just to remind him she really was glad he was home.

“Marshmallows?” he asked, frowning in confusion as he closed the cupboard they were supposed to be in. She bit her lip, cheeks flushing pink.

“The little table by the armchair. I got snacky.” She admitted. He chuckled and went to retrieve them, looking happier as he dumped a handful into his mug. Only when he was curled up against her, the two of them content to simply sit in silence and appreciate the other’s presence, did he really seem to come back to her.  She stroked his hair, humming a song she had sang with her mother once years ago as they baked bread in their small kitchen. With his eyes closed and his head on her stomach, he looked peaceful, like he might be able to rest for once. She knew it wouldn’t last. The nightmares always came, and she would hold him as she always did and lie once more about how he was safe now. There was only one real certainty she had. One fact that would remain constant no matter what Snow threatened or what nightmares ravaged him.

Demetri let you slip from his grasp, your toes touching the floor for the first time since this whole thing began. His fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, tugging upward. You shivered at the way his fingertips ghosted over your skin, slowly crawling upward to rid you of the obstructing fabric. Your hair was in wild disarray by the time he dropped your shirt to your feet, his light laughter enough to make your cheeks warm with the need to blush. His touch was featherlight as he brushed your hair from your face, his lips pressing to your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin; any bit of skin he freed from your hair was given his attention before his hands dropped back to your waist, sliding deftly along your skin with teasing touches while his lips pecked your own repeatedly.

It didn’t take a genius to know he was enjoying riling you up, his smirk as you chased his lips every time he pulled away quite obvious. When he managed to unclasp your bra you didn’t know, you were too busy trying to get him to kiss you properly, and it completely blindsided you when his head suddenly dipped to mouth along your throat, hands coming round to encompass your breasts. With a soft gasp you arched your chest into his palms, his touch scorching. Demetri expertly fondled your chest, palms kneading and fingers tweaking at your nipples till they hardened in his grasp. His lips wondered back up your throat till he was sucking lightly at the hollow beneath your ear, your head tilted to the side and a low moan escaping you.

“Good girl, is this okay?” he murmured against your heated skin, completely unaware of the fever he’d set alight inside you it. The taste of him on your tongue was dissolving too fast for your liking. You needed more of his skin against yours, to taste him again and feel the fire in your bones he ignited melt away every one of your inhibitions. Your hands moved to clasp the collar of his shirt, pulling until the fabric ripped easily in your grasp to expose his chiselled torso. He grunted slightly as you swung him round into the wooden beam holding up the canopy of your shared bed, pushing him against the groaning wood and kissing him hungrily.

“Better.” Your voice was slightly muffled against his lips but Demetri seemed to understand, hands brushing down your sides to grope at your rear, pulling your hips against his own. You whined into his mouth, a dull, pulsing feeling shooting through your lower abdomen and fingers twitching to pull him closer, if such a thing were even possible. Demetri’s lips found your shoulder while yours moved along his jaw, a fiery kind of need building in you when one of his hands moved from your body. It wouldn’t do – you needed him touching you at all times. Every point of contact between you felt like a live wire, the electricity tangible and rippling across your skin. Demetri had made it very clear that every inch of him was for you and you alone and you had no qualms about letting your hands explore all of those inches. You could feel the firm muscles of his abdomen jumping beneath your feather light touch, but he wasn’t keen on submitting to your exploration of him for long.

The hand that had wandered from your body found its way into your hair, tugging sharply to pull your head back and expose your throat to him again. His tongue curled your ear lobe between his teeth, the heat of his breath and the way his breathing faltered ever so slightly in your ear sending another bolt of pure need straight between your thighs. This one was so vicious you couldn’t keep from squirming. He welcomed you against him, one arm curled tightly around your waist.

“Perhaps another day little one, tonight, I am in charge.” His voice was a low rumble in your ear and before you could fully comprehend that that delirious little whimpering sound was coming from you, he had you on your back, the soft mattress cradling your body but no replacement for his arms around you. He looked ethereal, kneeling before you with his chest glittering in the fading rays of light. He lapped up the last of the sun and reflected it beautifully in a dazzling display of rainbow colour before it was gone. In its place was a man carved by the Gods he believed in, his burgundy eyes taking you in so reverently there was no room for insecurity.

“Metri.” You reached for him, pouting slightly. He was too far away, leaving you wanting and cold. He was like a drug and you needed more of him, needed the velvet stroke of his tongue against yours, the silken feeling of his skin slipping against your own…you practically buzzed with a need to feel all these things again. Demetri set his hands atop your knees, knees that had pressed together when you had drawn your feet up, and with a light squeeze he slipped his hands up and between your thighs so he could part your legs.

“Do you want these gone Y/N?” he asked, smoothly running his hands back up till they were on your knees again. The apex of your thighs all but throbbed, your stomach swooping. His hands had been so close but so far to the ache you needed him to soothe. Nodding your head, you balled the sheets in your fists as you fought back the urge to move and pull him to you. You had never felt as restless in your life as you felt while waiting for him to come back and keep stoking the fire in your core. It was flickering out, simmering now where it had burned before, and the disappointment was something you could feel in your bones. His eyebrows rose slightly, his expression expectant and hands unmoving. You whined, hips wriggling in an effort to press closer to him.

“Metri, don’t tease me! If you’re going to take them off, then take them off!” you complained.

"I very much want to take them off but if you do not answer the question how will I know it is what you want?” he questioned, fiddling with the button of your jeans. Oh….oh…If you still had the capability to blush, you would have. He just wanted consent. Demetri’s eyes burned into your own, his body moving till he was hovering over you. The muscles of his back rippled and rolled with all the grace of a lion, a hunter, stalking its prey. His thumb and index finger clasped your jaw as he waited patiently for you to give him an answer. If you weren’t so stubborn you would have already begged him to touch you. As it was, the maddening proximity of his lips and the feel of his thumb brushing over your mouth was sending your mind reeling because  - oh the audacity of him to be this close and not kiss you!

“Please.” You ground out. He chuckled.

“Oh, now that sounded so reluctant.” He teased.

“Demetri if my pants aren’t off in the next ten seconds-“ his grip on your jaw tightened, cutting you off as his smouldering eyes narrowed on you.

“Oh they are coming off little one…I warned you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.” He muttered. His mouth slanted against yours feverishly, his tongue quickly prodding and twirling around your own. The hand on your jaw relinquished its grip in favour of pushing down between your bodies to deftly undo the button of your jeans. He left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaving you gasping beneath him as your hands flew into the soft strands of his hair. It was impossible to keep the loud moan from escaping you when his mouth clamped first over one peaked nipple, then the other. A light tug of approval at his hair was rewarded with a low growl, one that vibrated through your ribs and was quickly followed by him sucking the sensitive flesh there in an effort to mark you as his – the fact your flesh would never bruise again didn’t seem to deter him from trying.

You were forced to let go of the soft strands of chestnut when he hit the waistband of your jeans, your hips pushing up so he could slip the fabric down over them and peel them from your legs. Toes curling, you felt the anticipation flood you and leave you immobile, breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to move. He stared at you for the longest while, eyes raking over every inch of your naked flesh as if deciding how best to make you fall apart.

Maybe he was.

“Metri please.” You begged, unable to take waiting any longer. His lips twitched upward.

“Consider it a lesson in patience, Y/N, “he chided lightly, “Move up the mattress slightly will you? I have no desire to ruin this moment by falling off the bed.” You giggled, your answering smile warm and genuine as you obeyed.

“Do you have enough room?” you asked. Demetri hummed, crouching between your legs once more as his fingers traced teasing patterns on your calves.

“I do. How attached are you to this particular set of underwear?” he asked. You frowned, mind slightly muddled by the distracting touch. His fingers were feather light against your skin, his barely there touch sending your thoughts spiralling as you thought of all the other places he could touch you, was going to touch you.

“My underwear? I…have others?” you asked, wondering if perhaps they were a colour he didn’t like or the design was –

“Well then.” He reached and pulled them from your body with ease, leaving you gasping and squirming in surprise. With a wink, he was suddenly between your thighs, his mouth attached to your clit and his eyes never losing yours as he suckled firmly. Eyes wide, you cried out in surprise, hands flying to his hair as an intense wave of relief overcame you. His mouth was blisteringly hot against all the most sensitive parts of you, and he knew how to play each part in perfect harmony. Demetri let go of your clit with a firm pop, his tongue dipping down between your folds to taste you, pressing flat and licking a long stripe from top to bottom. With a groan, you almost pulled his hair out at the roots when one of his hands snuck up to palm your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple at the same time as his tongue dipped shallowly into your core.

He was merciless in his torment, fanning the flames in your lower belly till your skin was feverish, your breathing uneven, and your mouth spewing the kinds of noises you had only ever heard in porn. Every nerve ending in your body was electric, your mind completely fogged with need for him. His scent in your nose only aroused you further because it was tainted somehow with something incredibly exciting, a smell that made your already hot and bothered body even more aroused. The sensation building in your gut was foreign to you but the tighter the knot became the more you got the sense you were on the edge of something extraordinary, Demetri never once ceasing his movements but keeping a firm eye on the way your expression contorted and your body squirmed.

He pulled away without warning.

Demetri had clearly planned the moment, his hands pulling yours from his hair and pinning them at your sides. His mouth was glistening, and it took you a moment through the haze of lust clouding your senses to understand it was your arousal – as if you weren’t already burning up so badly the venom in your veins might combust.

“I – no – what –“ you could barely force out a coherent sentence, breathing hard and squirming in discomfort as your core pulsed with unmet need. You were right on the precipice of release, so close and yet so far and falling further and further away from it with every moment he left you unattended. Demetri shot you a shark like grin.

“I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble, I think I am done eating for the day.” He told you. An almost unintelligible noise left your lips, your skin prickling and fingers twitching. Demetri didn’t leave you completely high and dry, letting go of one of your hands so he could trail his fingertips around you, teasingly slipping along your folds once or twice to gather some of the wetness there. You tried to push your hips further into his hand, the friction something you desperately craved. You had never felt anything quite like the lust you felt right now, your need for him unparalleled, worse even than the thirst had been in those first few days as a newborn. Venom stung the backs of your eyes, tears of sheer frustration you weren’t capable of spilling building alongside your desire. You couldn’t hold the whine that escaped you when he slipped a finger into you, knuckle deep and probing at your insides in search of something.

His face remained intrigued, enjoying your needy little expressions and noises as his fingers probed you expertly. He knew exactly how to move them without adding to your pleasure, teasing enough to keep you aroused but not enough to push you over the edge. Pushing up on your elbows you tried to get his name out, but all you could make was a garbled little sound as he slipped a second finger into you and curled them upward. He had clearly found the spot he was looking for, and you knew it had to be that one spot because his laughter when you threw your head back against the pillows was loud.

“Metri please.” You begged. He had been pressing feather light kisses to your ribs as he tortured you, the stretch as he spread his fingers apart not entirely pleasant but not painful either. It didn’t feel half as good as it did when he curled them. He hummed.

“Do you understand the lesson I am trying to teach you here?” he wondered. Even in your muddled state you go the message loud and clear. He had been toying with you all along, giving you exactly what you wanted only to withdraw it as he so desired. The message was simple, the delivery effective – Demetri was in control. Nodding, you stared at him pleadingly.

His head tilted. “Use your words little one.”

Oh, he was so going to pay for this…

“Yes.” You growled. Demetri’s fingers stopped dead, buried in your heat and remaining absolutely immobile. The groan that escaped you only seemed to make the mischief in his eyes brighter.

“I believe I said words. You see, the s on the end makes it plural so I expect more than one.” He smirked.

“Metri! I get it okay! You’re in charge just please – god please!” you implored, throwing away the last of your dignity in an effort to get some relief. Demetri nodded, his fingers stroking placatingly at your walls once more and slowly picking up speed. Your hips stopped squirming quite so much as Demetri ensured he touched you exactly where you needed him, and this time he didn’t stop until your moans trailed into a cry of his name that you were sure the Masters must have heard in the throne room. You couldn’t bring yourself to care in that moment as the aftershocks of your orgasm made your heat throb around his digits, your entire body having tensed and now unfurling slowly. It was a nice warm sensation that spread over you from head to toe, relaxing every muscle that had tensed as he wound you up. It was obvious already no other man could ever going to give you the same level of satisfaction, and you thanked whichever force of fate had paired you with this one.

“There we go, good girl.” He praised, trailing sweet kiss along your jaw. Lazily, you turned your head, searching for his mouth. Demetri happily obliged you, tongue languidly stroking yours with a contented hum. Unable to resist, you slid your hands into his hair again, his low growl sending a shiver through you. When you parted, you watched him slip his glistening fingers past his lips with wide eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered. It was hotter than it had any right to be. Demetri laughed loudly, more than a little amused by your reaction if the glimmer in his eyes was anything to go by. You became aware of the hard length of him pressing into your thigh then, his body pressed against yours and hips rolling to alleviate some of his own arousal with a little friction. Turning onto your side you very carefully pushed him back, kissing him sweetly as your hand dipped down his stomach, feeling the muscles fluttering even though he kept still for you this time. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his clean hand playing with your hair. Though his eyes were darkened by lust he still stared at you adoringly in that way only Demetri ever seemed to be able to do.

“Help me help you?” you asked quietly. Clearly your mate had far more experience than you did. For once, your mind, body and soul was calm, your senses not so overwhelmed. If he could offer a little guidance to allow you to make him feel even a fraction of the contentment you felt, you had no qualms about asking. Demetri had created such an atmosphere that you put your trust in him explicitly, no embarrassment or insecurity required. He searched your face, looking for any sign of hesitation, and when he found none the hand that wasn’t playing with your hair pulled yours away from the bulge in his pants you were squeezing and towards his belt buckle.

“I highly doubt you can do any wrong.” He admitted ruefully. Having Demetri pleasure you was one thing, but knowing he trusted you to reciprocate was another. He moved to help you get him out of his pants, watching you carefully as you took in the length of him springing free from his boxers. If the little thrill that shot through you was noticeable he didn’t comment. He stood proudly against his stomach, playing with you having aroused him fully. Sensing your trepidation, Demetri took your hand and squeezed lightly.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. He shook his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate to nod.  

Demetri nodded once in reply, settling himself back against the pillows and using his hands to guide your own around his cock. For a moment he simply let you get used to the feel of him in your hand, hot and hard, and then he carefully clasped your fingers around him a little more firmly.

“Do not grip me much tighter than this, this is the kind of pressure you want to exert.” He told you. His other hand was digging in the bedside drawer and with ease he tossed you an hourglass shaped bottle. Lube. Now this you had been taught about in sex ed, and though the execution was perhaps a little sloppy thanks to a stubborn cap, you squirted some into your palm and gripped him again. He exhaled sharply.

“Did I hold you too tight?” you asked worriedly. He shook his head, grinning slightly.

“Next time, do me a favour and warm up the lube a little first love?” he teased. Sticking your tongue out, you smoothly slid your hand up his shaft. He sighed, shivering a little and letting his eyes flutter closed. He hummed appreciatively, letting you get a hang of the up and down motion he seemed to enjoy. The slick sounds of your hand moving along his cock might have made you squirm under any other circumstance, but the atmosphere was calm, relaxed, and you felt comfortable taking it slow, teasingly experimenting with different ways to touch him. He growled slightly when you passed your fingers over a vein, his brows furrowing in pleasure when your thumb ran over the head of his cock. He was clearly fighting against making any noise but the sharp, huff of air through his nose every now and then let you know he was enjoying it more than he let on.

“How are you doing?” you asked him. Time seemed useless here and you couldn’t count the minutes that had passed since you’d landed in bed together, but you felt a small sense of accomplishment when he grunted and thrust up into your hand. It didn’t really matter anyway. You could have spent an eternity like this.  

“I need you to tell me what you want again because I could easily finish like this, but I would much rather be inside of you.” He confessed freely. Your stomach fluttered, heat pulsing through you at the mere thought. It had been unexpected, just how arousing watching your mate come undone to your touch alone could be, but you couldn’t deny that the sticky feeling at the apex of your thighs was back with a vengeance. It had never really gone away but your skin was starting to prickle with heat again at his blunt confession, and the longer you spent watching him twitch and bite back his sounds the stronger the need pulsing in you became. Demetri groaned softly as your thumb ran over him once more.

“I told you already Metri, I want you.” You said decisively.

“Then I – ah – I will need you to stop touching me fairly quickly.” He admitted, thrusting into your hand again with a grunt. With a giggle, you teasingly slowed your movements to a halt, giving him one last squeeze for good measure before pulling your sticky hand back. Demetri deftly tossed you some tissue to clean your hand off with and quickly sat up, cupping the back of your head to pull your mouth to his. His kisses were all searing heat and need, hungry in the way that his mouth devoured yours. He made it seem effortless, the way he rolled you onto your back and situated himself between your thighs again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other reaching to clasp your thigh over his hip.

Taking the hint, you lifted the leg he couldn’t reach until you had locked both of them around him, keeping him trapped close to you until that tangible electricity was sparking between your skin, jumping from his flesh to yours and back again. The hand in your hair slid free, the one on your thigh pushing up your body deftly until he had your wrists in his grasp and was expertly interlocking them above your head. Your neck strained slightly to look up, watching with wide eyes as he pinned one wrist beneath the other and ensured they were locked in place against the pillow by his palm.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I thought you had learned your lesson? I am in charge Y/N and the rules are simple. Keep your hands up and do not touch me until I say you can. Think of this as…an exercise in self-control.” He chuckled, mouthing his way down the column of your throat. You wanted to gulp, to tell him it was unfair because already your fingers were itching to card through the soft strands of hair tickling your jaw. Demetri kissed his way back down your body, his lips closing repeatedly over your flesh as his hand groped for the lube he’d dropped earlier. Pursing your lips, you tried not to let your frustration with him show. You wanted him, all of him, regardless of how daunting it was. So why was he still teasing you? The lube was cold as he let his fingers rub over you with quick, firm movements. His burgundy eyes flickered up, pupils blown and almost swallowing the irises.

“Metri.” You groaned in frustration as he slipped two of his fingers into your heat, curling and stretching. How he had such self-control when he clearly wanted this as much as you did was beyond you.

“Now what did we say about patience little one?” he chided, leaning down to kiss your clit gently. A soft whine escaped you, the warmth of his breath and the feel of his fingers making your toes curl. The stretch when he added a third was minimal given how liberal he was being with his bottle of lube, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he finally applied some to himself after an agonising eternity of feeling too little of him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any last sign of hesitation as he hovered over you. Your hands twitched, wanting to cup his cheek and drag him to you for a kiss, but you feared he’d leave you needy and wanting again if you broke his one, simple rule. Instead, you settled for a simple nod, and with a quiet whisper of something in a language you didn’t know, Demetri finally settled himself on one elbow and eased into you with a slow roll of his hips.

His heavy breathing and the quiet curse that escaped him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Demetri clasped his free hand over your hip, pulling you into him as he spread his legs and squirmed to get closer. It didn’t seem possible for him to be any deeper inside of you, not when you were sure the head of his cock was kissing your very soul. His eyes had never left yours the entire time he did this, watching you in open-mouthed awe as your back arched and your heels dug into the tops of his thighs to pull him closer. Demetri pressed his forehead to yours and your hands moved of their own accord, the need to touch him overwhelming. With a quiet snarl he quickly took his hand from your hip and pinned them back above your head. Gasping, you tightened your thighs around him to prevent him from pulling out of you, using as much of your newborn strength as you could without hurting him.

“No, don’t, please, I’m sorry!” you begged. Laughing breathlessly, Demetri nudged your nose with his own, the sweet kiss that followed relaxing you, beguiling you into thinking you wouldn’t face punishment for breaking his one rule. What a fool you were. The moment your legs loosened their grip on his hips he had pulled out of you, and you gave an indignant little cry that made his eyes flash.

“I gave you one simple rule. Give me your hands, now.” He ordered. Any thoughts of complaining fled your mind when the delightful little quiver that ran down your spine landed in your core. It was clear to see why so many in the guard respected his authority, and for the briefest moment you had enough startling clarity to realise you would be one of the guard expected to follow his orders in a few short months, but if he gave them in that authoritative tone…you so hoped it was a contextual thing and it wouldn’t sound so horrifically arousing anywhere outside of the bedroom. What you didn’t need was anyone else smelling the arousal that flooded you when he spoke like that.

Biting your lip, you obediently held out your hands. Demetri moved backwards, bending at the waist to reach towards the floor at the foot of your bed. He pulled up his shirt and ripped the sleeve from it, making you gasp. He chuckled, the sound dark and filled with lust.

“You already ruined the buttons.” He reminded you. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as he moved back towards you, taking hold of your wrists and moving them towards the headboard again. His mouth claimed yours once more, hips rocking to slide his cock through your wetness. The friction against your clit made you whine, the feel of him hot and hard between your folds almost too much to bear. It thoroughly distracted you from the fact he had threaded his shirt sleeve through the fancy filigree of the headboard, then looped it around your wrists in such an intricate knot you doubted that Einstein would have known where to start with unravelling it.

“Metri!” you protested, giving the fabric a tug. Once your instincts took over your struggling against the bonds were inevitable, but Demetri was quick to ease the innate panic in your newborn mind.

“You are stronger than the fabric of the shirt little one, you can free yourself whenever you so desire, but if this is too much tell me now.” His voice rumbled through your bones, the touch of his hand on your cheek light. All movement had ceased and your mind was slipping into a different kind of frenzy than you were used to. With a gasp, you leaned into his touch and squeezed your eyes tight. The need you felt was unparalleled and you could quickly feel yourself becoming overwhelmed by it all.

“I – I just want – ugh please.” You groaned. Demetri stroked your cheek lightly, whispering your name gently. His eyes were concerned as he pulled back slightly, calling your attention to him a little more. It was somewhat easier to think when he wasn’t ensnaring all of your senses like that. You could feel him, but he wasn’t the only thing you could see anymore. You counted the cracks in the wooden canopy to try and ground yourself, inhaled the prominent smell of his arousal but caught the fresh loaves the nearby bakery always put in the oven at night. Able to focus a little better again through the pulsing in your core you managed to recall his question, taking a few deep breaths. He was right of course, this was just a shirt, the fabric flimsy. Him on the other hand…

“This is okay. I just need you. I need you.” You promised. Demetri hummed, nodding slightly and pressing a light kiss to your jaw.

“If it becomes too much, simply break free.” He whispered, moving his mouth along your jaw. His thrust was sudden and unexpected, drawing a yelp from you he swallowed with a searing kiss. He didn’t stay still this time either, drawing his hips back before he rolled them into yours once more. A drawn-out moan had him shuddering as your legs came up to latch about his once more. Demetri didn’t hesitate to settle himself on one elbow, the steady roll of his hips never ceasing as he fought to be as close to you as possible. The full feeling didn’t abate, the ebb and flow of it as he thrust into you maddening on a whole other level. That lust-filled frenzy crept back into your mind slowly but surely and you found yourself helplessly set adrift on it.

Demetri could do nothing but watch in awe as your pleasure mounted, your body welcoming him again and again as he speared into your heat with firmer, quicker thrusts. He was never going to last, not when your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull and those delirious little noises were tumbling from your lips. He was quite sure you had no idea you were making them, your hips sloppily moving to meet him stroke for stroke. With a groan he slipped his hand down your thigh, hooking it beneath your knee so he could bring your leg up and over his shoulder. It changed the game entirely. He was deeper now, his hips driving up into yours at a new angle with more ferocity, and you seemed to completely succumb to him.

“God Metri.” You moaned. It was the first coherent thing you’d said to him in a while and he jumped on the opportunity.

“So good, you are doing so well little one,” he groaned, hips slapping against your own as he moved a little more frantically, “Are you okay?” the panted question was met with black eyes, your irises completely darkened by a delirious sort of need. Nostrils flaring, you snarled quietly and tugged hard on the bonds shackling your wrists – perhaps too hard. Demetri didn’t seem to care, meeting your snarl with a growl of his own as he pressed closer in an effort to pin you down. You didn’t care for it. All you knew was Demetri. He was above you, encasing you, inside you. His comforting presence was now absolutely infuriating. Nothing felt close enough, deep enough. He was all you could smell, all you could taste, all you could feel, but it wasn’t enough to drive your overheated body over the edge just yet. You were close though, oh so close.

In a quick series of movements you had used your leg to push him back, only to reach and pull him back beneath you. Demetri gasped slightly as his back hit the mattress, but you gave him absolutely no reprieve, straddling his hips and taking his cock in hand to line him up with your entrance. It took more than one attempt, your body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure and desire coursing through you, completely lost in the hazy little bubble of lust and love, but the moment you sank down on him you knew this was just what you had needed. If the little smirk on his lips was anything to go by, it was what he had expected to. He moved to try and sit up, embrace you, but you slammed your hands into his chest and shoved him back to the mattress with a growl. Demetri squeezed his eyes closed, breath coming in quick little pants now as he let you take the lead, his scorching palms finding your hips and getting a firm grip so he could pause you for just long enough to draw his knees up slightly, planting his feet on the mattress.

The only way to describe the next few minutes was animalistic. Demetri drove up into you as you slammed yourself down onto him, completely lost in your ecstasy. The pair of you were perfectly in synch and growing increasingly desperate for release as you crashed together over and over. The screech of something metallic was prominent in your ears, Demetri grunting your name. His chest was almost crumbling beneath your touch, your fingers having clawed at his skin and living hairline cracks in their wake. You quickly moved them to the pillow by his head, bending over far enough he could latch his mouth to your breast. You threw your head back, hips swivelling frantically against his own as the growing tension in your core exploded outward without warning.

For a moment, you swore you felt his pleasure to, finding it impossible to breathe as your muscles clenched again and again, the waves of euphoria drowning you repeatedly. It was impossible to separate one moment from the next, colours bursting in your mind as your body slumped against his. Demetri sat up to catch you the moment you began to quiver. He held you up dutifully even when his bones turned to jelly, the pleasure more intense than he was used to but nothing that was too overwhelming for him. His brain had short-circuited for just a moment when he came, bursts of lightning streaking down his spine and through his cock till he was completely spent, just like you. He rolled you carefully onto your back, pulling out of you to give you some space to recover. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing mingling in the air, the world calming as some sort of equilibrium was restored to your body.

Sapped of your strength, you opened your eyes to a thousand floating feathers. They fell as silently and gracefully as snow, the soft caress of them against your skin making you shudder as you lifted a hand to catch one and promptly let it fall back against the pillow when you realised you really hadn’t the energy to do so. A fresh explosion of feathers from behind your head made you gasp, and you rolled your head to try and find the source. The pillow beneath your head was torn open, a jagged line revealing the innards of your pillow with what appeared to be four equally as rugged lines either side of it where you vaguely recalled placing your fingers when you switched positions earlier.

Demetri lay on his side, one arm beneath his head as he watched your reaction. Above your heads the headboard was broken, its centre collapsing inwards and the grooves in the wood surrounding the damage cracked open. Pursing your lips, you tried to quell the rising embarrassment as you pushed yourself up. Though your body protested heartily you forced yourself to if only to find the missing piece of your headboard. You immediately buried your face in your pillow again when you found it had shattered into splinters near the door to your room…the opposite side of the room.

Demetri’s laughter filled your ears, his lips pressing warmly to your shoulder in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I broke our bed.” You squeaked.

“I expected as much.” He chuckled. His fingers ghosted up and down your spine, relaxing you as only he could. Oddly enough, there was no heat behind his touch now. It was warm and gentle but it didn’t stir any sort of fire inside you, didn’t make you crave him in that same, carnal way it had previously. Everything was tranquil, your body satiated and mind calm. He emitted something comforting you wanted to wrap yourself in and never emerge from.

“You knew?” you asked finally, wearily turning your body to face him. Demetri’s hand moved from your back to your side, playing along your ribs as he hummed with a wicked grin.

“I ordered a new one weeks ago, we simply have to remove it from storage and put it together. I must say I was expecting you to take control a lot sooner than you did.” He mused. Your face twisted in a confused expression and Demetri patiently waited for your mind to connect the dots. With a little gasp, you did so.

“Okay firstly it was very presumptuous of you to order a bed frame weeks ago. Secondly, you knew I was going to go all…she-hulk?” you demanded, slightly mortified at the knowledge.

“It happens to us all little one, another right of passage in this life…nothing can truly prepare you for how good an enhanced sense of touch can make physical pleasure feel,” he brushed your hair back from your face when you tried to hide yourself with it, “Besides, I had heard it is supposed to be even more intense between mates…I confess I found myself quite disbelieving until I felt myself.”

“So I’m not just that good at sex?” you asked wryly. Demetri laughed, bringing you into his chest so he could kiss you slowly, deeply. Oh…oh these were your new favourite type of kisses for sure, you were glad you had no need to breathe anymore.

“Oh you are very good little one but tell me you do not feel it? The mate bond feels stronger.” He pointed out. For a moment you let the silence grow. He wasn’t wrong. There was always some sort of connection that led you back to Demetri, some sort of invisible force that signified his presence as a part of you, his presence thrumming through your veins. It had almost doubled in its intensity now, the strong pull you had felt before seeming meagre in comparison to this. You had no words to describe just how full your heart felt, his adoring gaze and gentle touch making your chest burst open again and again, overflowing with affection for this man.

“I love you so much.” You whispered. Demetri smiled.

“I love you to Y/N, always,” he promised, nose brushing yours in a sweet eskimo kiss, “Wait here, I shall get the bath running for us and ring down for Gianna to change the bedsheets.” You pouted as he parted from you, sitting up and realising for the first time now that the bed sheets had been torn apart to.

“Oh come on, there is no way I destroyed the whole bed!” you protested. Demetri chuckled, pushing to his feet. You bit your lip, taking in all his naked glory. From abdominals that were carved form marble to the perfect, luscious outline of his buttocks, it was beyond comprehension how you had managed to bag a statue of David lookalike. Glancing at you over his shoulder, Demetri sent you a wink, strolling leisurely to the bathroom as your jaw dropped. A mischievous little smile worked its way onto your lips, a smug feeling blossoming in your chest as you realised you weren’t the only one who had gotten a little delirious with pleasure. Demetri was clearly not as in control as he thought.

Wrapping the torn-up sheet around you, you padded towards the bathroom when you heard the water begin to crash into the luxurious tub. Demetri glanced at you as you walked in before turning to the shelves that held his prized bath oils.

“You almost wear it like a trophy.” He said, amusement colouring his voice warmly. He wrapped an arm around you when you stepped into his side once he was done adding his chosen scents to the tub. You were immediately comforted by the smell of camomile and jasmine floating up with the steam. Nuzzling into his chest, you hummed contentedly. He felt like home.  

“Maybe I should, the big bad tracker unravelled by a manic little newborn, seems like something I should get a trophy for.” You shot back with a grin. His head shook good-naturedly, his grin ever widening. With the hand that wasn’t holding up the bedsheet, you reached for his and looped your pinkies together. He tightened his finger around yours, bringing the interlocking pinkies to his lips. He didn’t need to know that this time, it was you who was making him a promise, one you intended to keep. It needed to be this way forever, you decided. You needed him to always look this happy, this relaxed, it was vital to your very sanity. You could fulfil that promise at the very least.

IT STARTED OUT WITH A KISS HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS IT WAS ONLY A KISS it was only a kiss

 No but seriously, Alec can’t quite understand how you got in this position

 Alec is old sure but he’s not experienced, before you came along his main focus was his job and his sister, you were a nice little bonus that just appeared one day

 This hopeless boy fell in love with you immediately of course but he’s not really inclined to tell you as such, his love language his very physical

 Lots of forehead kisses

 His hand brushing your arm, back, shoulder etc. when he passes you

 Lots of cuddles to, like I said very big on physical affection

 So you assumed he’d be okay with the way you just straddled his lap in the middle of kissing him

 Oh no, no no no no no please don’t do this to the poor baby without prior warning because he is not smooth enough to handle this

 He’s internally panicking but not about to tell you so he just…goes with it, for a bit

 Right up until you start to unbutton his shirt

 He COMPLETELY freezes

 Like hello ma’am your hands are doing illegal things and I would like them to stop

 Sort of

 At least until he knows for sure what’s happening

 As a hybrid you have had plenty of human experiences, school included, so you have to be the one taking the lead here when it comes to the awkward talk about sex and contraception (wrap before you tap folks)

 “Oh…you want to…with me? Erm…that’s…that’s…why?”

 Poor boy is very flustered for a minute and you have to stop because if he could have a heart attack, he would be having several at the same time right now

 But he doesn’t stop thinking about it (and he really regrets asking Demetri and Felix for advice about it because WOW do they know some very choice websites)

 You leave it up to Alec after that. He needed to be comfortable and to actually want to take that step with you after all, so maybe it was best to leave him to make the first move?

 You were waiting for five whole months and it came out the blue (pun not intended)

 “Promise me if you don’t like any of this you will say so and stop me?”

 That one line gave you all the confidence you needed to go into such an intimate moment with him, and Alec had prepared

 Like, REALLY prepared

 He didn’t even let you touch him for a while and by then you were almost delirious with the need to

 For a man with no experience, he had very quickly acquired certain skills with his tongue you were quick to fall in love with

 He takes it very slow, and even though you know he’s probably internally dying of embarrassment inside he asks you every single time before he tries something new if it’s okay to keep going

 You come first, literally and figuratively, Alec doesn’t want to rush this and really wants to make sure you enjoy yourself since this was what you wanted, and honestly? The more you whine for him the more he wants it to

 Has absolutely no shame in being naked in front of you by the time he finally takes his pants of, neither of you have any shame left given the things his mouth and hands have done to you by that point – Alec is very much the king of foreplay

 Takes him a few tries to get the condom on right but he tries his best

           + “How does this even just roll? It gets stuck!”                           “It’s upside down baby, see? You want the ring on the outside.”               “They should put arrows on it or something then!”

 Poor boy can’t actually look at you while he’s inside of you but given the sounds he’s making you’re more than sure he’s enjoying himself too right now

 He sticks to good old missionary for a little bit just so he can get some experience with moving his hips properly before he very innocently suggests you ride him – he claims it’s for your own pleasure more than his but truly if Alec’s learned anything from this experience…

 You are very hot when your above him demanding what you want from him

 He doesn’t last very long for his first time with you but the foreplay more than made up for that

 Alec is the clingiest guy you ever did meet after sex, he just…is so overwhelmed with how much he loves you right now he doesn’t want to let you go

 Especially not when your hearts really thrumming like that. He’s used to the too-fast beat in your hybrid body but holy cow it sounds like it’s really about to take off in there (and it gives him another chance to lie on your chest)

 Play with his hair I beg you, it has the potential to make him comatose till the next morning

  Alec forgets clean up is a thing for a while       + “I have to go to the bathroom Alec.”                 “I think you have to stay right here.”          “Alec, if I don’t pee right now I might get a UTI, and that will hurt me, plus…I’m very sticky and don’t want to be sticky anymore.”                 “Fine, but you come straight back here, promise?”

 Minute he sees your getting sleepy he switches positions with you, now, he’s the one holding you, fingers skating up and down your spine as he admires the little purple marks he’s managed to leave on your flesh. They won’t last long but the predator in him adores them

 When you fall asleep in his arms he simply stares at the ceiling with the widest grin on his face – boy is very smug about what just transpired

 Also can’t quite believe it

 But mostly just very smug

Heidi had never been late a day in her life until she met you.

She took great pride in her work, knowing she was a critical player ensuring the success of her coven, so she gave it due diligence. Every move Heidi made was carefully planned weeks in advance, every invitation she sent meticulously crafted and triple checked, her records filled with explicit detail and filed succinctly so the briefest glance could ensure that she wasn’t drawing too much attention to her little operation in any given part of the world. Yes, Heid poured her heart and soul into everything she did.

That included flirting with you.

You’d been smitten immediately for the woman who looked like she’d walked right off of the runway and into your little bookstore. She glowed under the warm, amber lighting in the cosy space, mahogany hair shining and striking violet eyes flickering over the shelves so rapidly you wondered if she was really seeing anything at all. You’d offered your help. It was only a small store with no employees to speak off except that one teenager that worked weekends, but this was a Tuesday, a rainy, dull Tuesday that had invited a gorgeous woman to your quaint little bookstore so many others passed by. She answered you in perfectly fluent English despite the lingering mix of accents that were melodic, but difficult to place.

With no one else in your store you’d devoted all your time and attention to her that day, enthralled by the bell like laughter and the generous heart she had. The radiance of her beauty was astounding yes but she was so much more than a pretty face, her quick wit and intelligence shining through the longer you spoke to her. She came back the next day to buy from you again, and one last time the day after that to leave you her contact details since she claimed to be moving on from the city. It would be a few months before you realised she was actually there to stalk her prey and ensure they got on the plane with her, Felix the one to let it slip as he playfully accused you of leaving him hungry. She’d been a whole 24 hours late and had half of the guard ripping into her for spending her time with you.

It was easy to fall in love with her, even over the internet. Text messages and video calls had become the norm for you and you worried when you didn’t hear from her for a while, though timezones weren’t an issue for her since she had no need for sleep and could reply to you consistently. Heidi was kind, thoughtful, charming. She was unnaturally gorgeous and yet she never failed to make you feel like you were the insanely beautiful one in your relationship, though it wasn’t defined for at least a month, by which time you were hopelessly in love and could care less about labels anyway. When she showed up unannounced one day you were absolutely delighted to see her, though her anxious expression had made you start to panic internally to.

She’d been horrified by the mere thought you might reject her for her vampirism, terrified you might run for the hills and leave her alone when you knew why she had really come to your city, what her job had required her to do to people you might have known or once served in your store. It had been a shock to say the least but somehow it was comforting, if only because you knew then that Heidi’s beauty was definitely inhuman so your own imperfections seemed less staggering compared to her flawless features. However, you had one small problem with your plan to run away with your vampire lover – how were you supposed to leave behind your life’s work?

You moved it online of course.

In the space of four months your life had changed drastically. With nothing tying you to your home city you had given it all up to live in a much smaller, quainter little town, launched an online business with the money you’d gotten for selling your store, and become the lover of a ridiculously hot vampire. It was like something out of a bad romance novel but you were thrilled by it all, thrilled she had chosen you, thrilled you could continue spreading your passion for good books, thrilled you could spend forever with someone who would only ever love you unequivocally. The thirst had been a little difficult to deal with at the start perhaps but as time wore on it was easier to forget about, to endure.

You were thirsty for something entirely different now.

Heidi took pride in her work because it was important, and that meant she dedicated a lot of time to it. She spent hours upon hours crafting invitations, travel plans and outfits, hairstyles. Heidi had crafted her persona now for centuries and was the ultimate seductress, so why the fuck had she not noticed how desperately you were trying to seduce her? Being a vampire heightened everything, and your desire for her had magnified to more than you could handle. You desperately needed an outlet for it and soon, because now you weren’t consumed by bloodlust your thoughts had turned to exactly how much you lusted for her.

You had never been particularly subtle, always one to speak before you had time to think, that preferred to be blunt over hedging around a subject, so you couldn’t blame her ignorance on yourself. You had stood behind her one night as she worked away in her desk chair and given her a shoulder massage, complete with feather light kisses that danced along her throat in the hopes she’d notice you. No luck. You had ever so slowly snuck your hand up her inner thigh, fingertips stroking lazy circle into her skin as you relaxed together on the chaise in your shared room watching TV once, but she’d moved to shower before you could take your hand any further, completely oblivious at your attempt to touch her.

You’d gone the whole hog and ordered some nice lingerie to in the hopes that she’d get the hint, but when she found you casually wearing it about your room you’d simply gotten a, ‘you look stunning darling’, before she went back to work that left your self-esteem a little shattered and you very grumpy. You’d given up at that point, your mind reeling with unanswered questions. Did she not want you that way? Was she asexual maybe? God you prayed your advances hadn’t made her so uncomfortable she didn’t feel she could speak to you about her boundaries, that was the last thing you wanted.

You were completely oblivious to her own attempts to seduce you too of course, completely unaware that Heidi was worrying about the same things you were. She’d ran the both of you a bath once, her hands sliding along the planes of your body she’d never explored before, but you had been newly turned and even the sensation of her skin against yours wasn’t enough to distract you from the burning in your throat. Heidi had understood that time at least, but she had been left confused and somewhat dejected when you’d refused her advances two months after that as well, her hands unzipping your jeans deftly when you’d suddenly pulled back to pack up a book needing to be shipped the next day you had forgotten about until that moment. You had both been getting ready to settle in for the night, so you’d thought she was simply trying to encourage you out of your tight jeans into something less constrictive for your comfort.  

She was working again now as you stared at her, half admiring her beauty, half worrying over how to bring up what you wanted to say to her. You needed to talk, your worry that you had crossed some unspoken boundaries too great for you to ignore now. You had been together for a little over a year and the lack of physicality was something you would work around if she needed you to, but you wanted her to be comfortable enough to talk openly to you about it so you could compromise, negotiate. You just didn’t want the relationship to fall apart because you’d been a bit too pushy with your mate. She was stunning even now, lustrous hair piled in a messy bun on her head and baggy sweatpants with the shirt tucked in was hardly an outfit designed to drop jaws, yet she made it look worthy of a Parisian fashion show. You ached to show her how beautiful she was to you, prayed one day she might let you, but for now you had much more unstable bridges to cross.

“Heidi?” you perched yourself on the end of your shared bed, staring across towards her desk with your nails digging into the duvet. She hummed her acknowledgement, hands flying over the keyboard of her laptop before she glanced across at you. She did a bit of a double take, noting your serious expression and your tense posture, then closed the lid and turned in her chair to give you her full attention.

“What is it darling? You look so serious.” She frowned, perfectly sculpted brows drawing low over burgundy stained eyes the same colour as fine wine. Her eyes were full of worry for you, her legs unfurling from beneath her as she sat forward, leaning towards you and cocking her head to try to prompt you to speak. You drew in a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation about to happen. You’d tried to think of what to say all week but nothing seemed right, no combination of words seemed sensitive enough or made your point as clearly as your usual blunt manner, so you were going to do what you did best and speak your mind. You could only hope she’d forgive you afterward if it made her feel more uncomfortable than she already did.

“I’ve been trying to seduce you for a while now and you’ve not really responded to any of my advances so…did I cross a line? Are you not, you know, are you not interested in being physical with me? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You told her. You internally cringed at the genuine shock on her face, but the expression quickly melted away and was replaced instead by amusement, a giggle escaping her before she was slowly sauntering her way towards you. Your eyebrows rose slightly, eyes magnetised to the swing of her hips as she approached with all the stealthy grace of a big cat stalking its prey.

“You think you make me uncomfortable? That I do not desire you?” Was it a question or was she goading you? You really couldn’t tell, nor could you decide if the mischievous glint in her eyes was good or bad for you.  You sat straighter, watching her every move like a hawk as the venom began to pool in your mouth. It was so difficult to look away all of a sudden and you understood how little chance her prey stood when she turned her gift on then.

“Yes.” You said finally, forcing your eyes up from her hips to her face with a monumental amount of effort. Her lips had curled into a wide smirk as she slid her hands along your cheeks, gently cupping your face and bending at the waist to press a feather light kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, the intoxicating sweetness of cherry lip balm spreading over your taste buds as she kissed you slowly, deeply. Heidi pressed a knee into the mattress by your hip, hands sliding down your neck to your shoulders, down your arms, coaxing them up so you could grip her hips. You held her steady and shuffled back, giving her adequate room to pull her other knee up and straddle you without fear of her falling off the bed.

The warm weight of her on your thighs, the curve of her waist in your hands, the taste of her tongue…it was better than any fantasy you dared admit you had indulged in. Heidi had ensnared your every sense, touch, taste, smell, sight, she surrounded you in every way and you felt utterly helpless to do anything but follow her lead. Your hands slid up her sides, one reaching around her back to push up her spine and into her hair, the other gliding smoothly up the front, grazing between her breasts on the way up to her jaw. Heidi pulled back, the trail of venom connecting you both only fuelling your lust as your grip on her jaw tightened, thumb reaching to graze her lower lip.

“Darling, I’ve been trying to seduce you to,” she sighed, eyes boring into your own, “I suppose we’ve both been a little blind.” You let her words sink in, the fire in your lower belly burning hotter as she touched your cheek oh so tenderly.

“So…I’ve not compromised your boundaries?” you checked, voice a little gruffer than you’d intended it to be. Heidi shook her head as you undid the bobble holding her hair in place, watching the waves of mahogany come cascading down over her shoulders with hungry eyes.

“None at all.” She promised.

“Are there any I should know about now?” you queried. Her lips slowly pulled up at the corners, her smile breathtaking.

“I don’t like to be tied up or spanked. I’m your partner, not your plaything.” She answered. You nodded your head.

“My bra stays on, and you don’t go near my ass.” You countered. Heidi laughed, the musical sound making you smile involuntarily. The heat in her gaze was matched only by the fire that had ignited in your very soul, the mere knowledge this stunning woman wanted you too enough to set you ablaze. How had you both missed the signs? It didn’t matter, now you simply had to make up for lost time…

“That can be easily arranged.” Heidi agreed, leaning forward to kiss you once more. You slid the hand on her jaw to the back of her neck, keeping her mouth trapped against yours. The best part about no longer having to breath was that you could quite literally kiss her forever, never once losing the sweet taste of her while your other hand tangled in her hair. A full body flush overtook you when you realised this was actually happening, that Heidi had genuinely wanted you all along. A groan escaped you as you tugged at her hair, forcing her head to tilt backward and expose her throat so you could lavish it with your affection.

She complied beautifully, lips parted ever so slightly and eyes closed as your mouth played along the column of her throat, searching for that one little spot you were itching to find. She was a vision to peer at through your lashes, a small smirk tugging at your lips when her brows were pulled downward, teeth catching her lower lip. You didn’t move after that, nipping and laving your tongue over the sensitive bit of her skin right in the hollow of her collar bone. Though you would never be able to colour her marble like flesh it didn’t mean you weren’t going to deny yourself the pleasure of trying. The hand at the nape of her neck slid down and around, fingertips teasing along her collarbone before you clasped your fingers around the fullest part of her breast, squeezing lightly as you bit down on the skin and pulled back to blow on the wet patch left behind.

She moaned so sweetly for you, the sound enough to make your ears ring. A flood of arousal assaulting your senses as you toyed with her through the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her chest and purring your approval when her hips slowly rolled against your own. It took her a few tries, but she quickly found a rhythm and a way of moving that tore your conscious thought to shreds. Mind foggy, you gave in for just a little while and let her redirect your kisses back to her mouth, her tongue moving perfectly in synch with her hips as the friction stoked the fire in your belly. Oh, she was good.

“I love you so much.” You mumbled between kisses. Heidi laughed, never once ceasing the rolling of her hips as she pulled back to stare down at you adoringly.

“The feelings mutual darling.” She replied. Your eyes wandered over the goddess bearing down on you, and your frustration mounted at just how little of her you were getting the pleasure of seeing. Hands moving to the hem of her shirt you tugged impatiently, Heidi pausing as she lifted her hands to let you pull her shirt over her head. No bra. You groaned your appreciation for the way her perky little breasts immediately bounced back into place, crystalline skin glowing in the sunset that poured through your window and leaving you reflected in rainbows. She was radiant in every way imaginable and the way your hungry eyes roved her torso actually made her shudder in anticipation. Her hair needed to be smoothed back from her lovely face so you could feel the full effects of her smouldering eyes once more.  

You were burning hot by now, so much so you feared the very flammable venom in your veins might ignite at the merest touch of her skin on yours, but you craved it more than anything you had ever craved before. She was beneath you in a heartbeat, gasping slightly at the sudden movement as you crashed your mouth back to hers for the briefest, most passionate kiss you could give her before your mouth was moving back to her collarbone, playing along the skin before descending lower. You shared arousal had long since tainted the scent of the air around you and you wanted – no, you needed to know, if it tasted as sweet as it smelled. Heidi’s hands found their way into your hair but you were far too focused on taking one pebbled nipple between your teeth, tugging lightly as your fingers tweaked it’s twin until her chest arched upwards, pressing for more of your attention with a contented sigh.

You left open-mouthed kisses around the curve of her breast, pressing your tongue flat to her skin and lapping at her nipple until you felt a tug at your hair. You glanced up to find Heidi’s eyes burning into your own, blackened by her desire for you.

“You want me to stop?” you asked. The sharp tug on your hair and the irritated growl that slipped from between her lips was enough to prove you wrong without the words that followed the action.

“No, I want you to stop teasing.” She pouted, making you grin.

“Teasing?” You questioned. Before she had a chance to reply you took her nipple back between your lips and suckled gently. A hiss of air escaped between her teeth and you chuckled, thumb stroking her ribs soothingly before pressing a gentle kiss to the swell of each breast and carrying on with your descent to the sirens call of her arousal. More hot, open-mouthed kisses you sporadically left over her stomach had her squirming ever so slightly, leaving you in awe at just how submissive you had made the seductress beneath you. She was completely compliant, more than happy to let you pleasure her as you had longed to do from the very early stages of your relationship.

Considering her dressed down appearance, the slinky black panties that were more barely-there-wear than underwear were a pleasant surprise for you. You snapped the elastic with a wicked grin.

“You like?” she asked, one hand carding through your hair while the other rested lightly alongside her thigh.

“I love,” You confirmed, “But they’d look so much better on our rug, black on white, you know?” Heidi laughed, lifting her hips for you to pull the flimsy fabric away without resistance.

“Are you sure you wish to do this for me?” Heidi asked. You snorted slightly, tossing her panties over your shoulder carelessly as you parted her thighs with your hands, rubbing up and down slowly as your gazed over every exposed inch of her.

“This and so much more, you’re stunning Heidi, an absolute work of art.” You vowed, your voice reverent as the fire in you raged, venom pooling in your mouth at the thought of the taste of her on your tongue. You swallowed it back, tongue darting out to wet your lips before your eyes darted back up to her face, keeping your gaze locked on hers as you lowered your body to the mattress. The movement was painfully slow and you could see just how much frustration it caused her, her head lifting to watch your descent before she flopped back with a slight huff, biting down on her lip to keep from begging you for more.

You had no desire to give in, enjoying teasing her too much as your lips ghosted along her inner thigh, your kisses pressing to every part of her except the place she wanted you most. The hand in your hair gave another sharp tug, trying to direct you, but you ignored it in favour of holding her thighs apart, simply exhaling right above her core. Her scent was driving you wild as your finger delicately drew a line down her thigh, up the crease where thigh met pelvis, over the top of her pussy and down the other side. Your shoulders shook with silent laughter as she growled at you again, and you finally took pity on your lover, reaching downward before pulling your fingers from top to bottom, gathering and spreading the wetness her weeping pussy offered.

Heidi sighed softly, tense muscles immediately relaxing as she settled back to enjoy herself. Your fingers smoothly ran back down between her labia, circling her entrance and shallowly dipping into her before running back up, your index finger giving her clit a firm little tap that made her toes curl just a little. She had waited so patiently just feeling your warm breath on her skin that the feeling of your actual lips pressing to her had her hand fisting the sheets. Your tongue worked its way between her folds, licking an upward stripe from top to bottom before you closed your lips around her clit and sucked firmly, just once, enough to give her a taster. Using the way your arms had hooked around her thighs to your advantage you reached around and gently spread her open, giving your tongue an all access pass to the most sensitive part of her.

You did not go easy on her, tongue flickering up and down, back and forth over her clit again and again until she was tightening her thighs around your head, the hand in your hair no longer able to play with the (Y/H/C) strands and instead applying a gentle pressure on the back of your head to keep you where she wanted you. Breathy noises were starting to escape without her permission, her mouth moving as if to speak despite no words coming out. Heidi bit down on her lower lip every muscles slowly going rigid with tension as she curled a leg around your shoulder to keep you closer. You pulled back from that, gently pushing her leg back. Her eyes snapped open, questioning and slightly annoyed you’d stopped, so you slid a finger through her glistening folds before carefully pressing it into her.

“I don’t mind doing this, but I’m not comfortable with you keeping me pinned, I need the freedom to move away when I want.” You admitted, probing her velvet heat as you spoke and taking note of how tight she felt as you stroked and searched. Heidi nodded her head.

“Of course, sorry.” She breathed. You leaned down to drag your mouth closed over her clit again, sucking as you went.

“Don’t be, you know now.” You said simply, resuming your kitten licks. The way she whined and squirmed to press closer had you grinning as you worked her over, the sweet, tangy taste of her on your tongue…you could feel your own arousal sticky wet at the apex of your thighs, your clit throbbing for some attention, but for now Heidi was your focus. You slipped a second finger along her slit before pushing it into her to join your index, but the way she tensed was just a bit too much and you immediately pulled back, making Heidi groan.

“No, don’t stop,” she pleaded, “Not when I’m this close.” A thrill shot down your spine but you kept yourself in check, even as the smug little smirk overtook your lips. You were the one who had done this to her, after all. The great seductress, on her back and begging for you to please her. It was like a good smutty novel, only better, since it was your reality.

“I don’t plan on it, but do we have any lube?” You asked, stroking her hip with your clean hand.

“Top drawer, my bedside cabinet.” She replied hastily. You shuffled over with all the speed you possessed to fish out your aid and swiftly moved back between her legs, pouring a generous amount out onto your fingers and directly onto her just to be safe. There was little resistance this time when you eased your second finger into her, scissoring and curling to help her stretch out just a little. Heidi watched you for a few minutes, the sight of your fingers disappearing into her over and over again only increasing her arousal, fingers twisted in the sheets while the hand that had previously been in your hair moved up to hers.

“Darling please.” She groaned, head tilting back and eyes closing so you wouldn’t see the desperation in her blackened irises. It was too late, you couldn’t miss seeing in her the same desperation you felt after all. There was no teasing this time, you settled yourself on your elbow and leaned down to flick your tongue over her clit again, mercilessly tormenting her now with a mixture of fast kitten licks and slow drags of the wet muscle, occasionally clamping down to suckle on her while your fingers worked inside of her, curling upward to prod at the soft skin that had her toes curling and her back arching. You held her down with a smug smirk, the inferno in your core raging as you increased the temp of your movements.

Heidi’s fingers tore through the sheets on your bed, her grip too tight for the flimsy cotton as her moans and pleas echoed around your room. You drank them all up, encouraged by her positive response to keep your tongue and fingers working in tandem until she clenched around you viciously, a loud, incoherent cry escaping her lips. With your keener eyesight you got to see every little tremor in her muscles as her orgasm took hold, your actions seeking to prolong her pleasure while your own desire became so insurmountable it demanded you slip your free hand down into your own pants. She was ethereal like this, writhing in pleasure, completely letting go and becoming her most vulnerable for you.

“Beautiful.” You muttered, slowing your pace. Time was different when you were immortal and what would have felt like the briefest 10 seconds of your life as a human felt like a small eternity now, one where you were both consumed by lust and pleasure and nobody else existed outside of that small bubble, no duties to attend to our businesses to run. She trembled as she came down from her high, her pussy still fluttering around your slick fingers as you pulled them free. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to watch you lick the digits clean, unable to stop the whimper of delight that escaped you. She tasted divine.

“Oh darling, come here.” She lifted an arm lazily, beckoning to you to come closer to her. With some reluctance you pulled your hand free from your pants, crawling up the bed and leaving lingering kisses against her skin as you ascended. Her arm curled around your neck gently, giving you plenty of wriggle room as her hazy mind recalled your earlier conversation. She had no problem tasting herself on your tongue and another needy whine slipped past your lips, your body aching with the need to have its more lustful desires sated. Heidi all but purred in your ear, hand reaching lower towards the hem of your shirt. You were more than eager to help her take it off.

“God, I need you.” You couldn’t keep the frustration out of your voice. Heidi’s lips pulled into a wide smile.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have teased me darling,” She retorted. Her hand brushed up along your ribs, fingertips ghosting over the skin beneath the underwire of your bra. “It’s a shame you won’t let me take this off, though blue lace is certainly a good look on you.” She cooed, carefully rolling you onto your back as you squirmed at the ticklish feeling.

“Heidi.” Your voice was raw with need. Heidi merely tutted in reply, her expression mischievous to the point it was almost certainly dangerous.