Levi Ackerman Lemon - Bruises and Promises - Request

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            A pen scratched away in the dark, transferring a messy yet somehow refined scribble onto the document. Levi’s flint eyes darted over the paper, as if daring it to show him any mistakes. But of course there were none, Levi didn’t make mistakes. In the back of his mind he registered a soft distinctive click of the latch of his office door, which opened further when he didn’t respond. He continued writing, these papers had to be finished by morning. There was a clink of china as a scalding hot cup of tea was placed in the corner of his desk, far enough away from him that he wouldn’t spill it while his mind was preoccupied, hot enough that it would still be warm when his mind was free.

He barely spared her a look before diving back into his work, the sky outside was deceptively dark and he couldn’t waste a second, dawn was fast approaching.

Focused once again, he barely noticed as fingertips lightly brushed through his hair, and then the door opened and shut behind his visitor as she left, but the sharp smell of piping hot tea stayed with him till dawn.

Hailey Ash hummed as she stirred the water with the instant coffee grains. She could already picture Levi’s face when she brought it into his office. The reaction wouldn’t be as large as the first time he’d seen her drinking it, but his nose would still crinkle adorable. He’d tried many times to switch her to the ‘civilised peoples’ drink, but she’d always preferred coffee, there was a certain liveliness to it that tea lacked.

“Being maid service to Levi again?” Hanji joked as she walked up behind her. Hailey laughed, “nah he’s got cadets for that. Do you see how many of them have ‘cleaning punishments’? I swear this place is going to be spotless before we know it.”

The two women chuckled at the cadet’s misfortune and their captains excessive dislike for dirt.

“You should stop by the lab sometime, I’m working on something really new, it’s going to be great! First I’ll cut open-” Hailey held up a hand to stop her friend there, “I think I’m good without watching you dissect some poor creature. So as entertaining as that sounds, I think I’ll have to pass. Maybe another time, when you’ve got less sharp objects and more… fun.”

Hanji shrugged as Hailey picked up the two cups, “another time then.”

            Bringing the new tea, made to an appropriate temperature this time, and her coffee, Hailey made her way to Levi’s office. Knowing what state Levi would be in, she pushed the handle down awkwardly with her elbow, and walked inside. As expected, Levi was still at his desk, but this time his face was flat on his folded arms and his eyes were closed in sleep.

            She placed the tea next to him, moving the cup she had given him the night before to the bookshelf.

            “Levi, wake up, it’s morning.”

            His eyes opened, just enough to see a sliver of angry grey underneath.

            “Don’t you give me that look” she retorted, “it’s your own fault for staying up so late.”

            Levi muttered under his breath, but Hailey ignored him, he was always like this in the mornings. He was grumpy and mean by nature, a state not helped by his constant sleep deprivation and mounds of paperwork that never seemed to be completed. There was always work for Levi to be doing, and as a man true to his position he did every scrap of it.

            He’d been the same when they first met, Hailey had been laughing and joking with Hanji during dinner and Levi had been a complete raincloud on their conversation, claiming to ‘not give a shit what you brats had to say’, but obviously still listening as he threw in insults every now and then. It hadn’t left her with the greatest impression of the man, that’s for sure. It had continued like that, and Hailey eventually figured out that he was that mean to everybody. She’d left it at that and stayed out of his way. Well, tried to.

She didn’t know if she’d say that Levi went out of his way to be mean to her, but he certainly didn’t have a problem with it. He never seemed to let anything slide, always sending her to do things, always telling her to quiet down her singing, or in his terms, ‘shitty noise’. This all continued until one day he decided to lock her out of the building. Literally left her standing in the rain because she ‘wasn’t back by curfew’. Scouts didn’t even have a curfew! Determined to get to the bottom of it she’d marched straight to his office and demanded the truth out of him. His answer? She distracted him, so she was better locked somewhere where that wouldn’t be an issue. It was such a Levi thing to say, only he could make something as sentimental as a confession into a selfish insult. But Hailey had seen through it and decided to give the guy a chance.

            They were good for one another, as Hailey was the type to stay up-beat and happy even in the dark times they were in. She brought Levi out of that dark hole he was in, even if only a little bit. And Levi made her more focused, rational. Yes, they were a good match, different enough to compliment, similar enough to get along.

            As their haphazard relationship had continued, Hailey came to learn that Levi actually did care, quite a bit actually. She had planned to hang out with the others and was running late. The only thing, she couldn’t find her room keys. Guessing that she’d left them with Levi, she’d gone to his office but for once he actually wasn’t there. Deciding it couldn’t hurt to look in his desk in case he’d placed them there for safekeeping, she’d gone through all of his drawers until she opened the one on the bottom right. There lay the emblems of the soldiers of the soldiers who had died for him, for this war. Hailey had completely forgotten about her friends and ran to find Levi, crushing him in a tight hug as she realised that he was actually a human being deep down, beneath the asshole on the exterior.        

            “So how long do you have for a break?” She asked, sipping her coffee as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, facing him. Levi shrugged, too tired to answer as he clasped the tea with one hand and picked up his pen with the other.

            “Oh no you don’t.” Hailey plucked the pen from his grasp, “for one moment in your life you don’t have any paperwork to do. So we’re going to sneak out very quietly, not tell anyone where to find us, and have a couple hours off.”

            “Soldiers don’t get time off, we’re at war.” He mumbled, still in the process of blinking his eyes open.

            “Well if we see a Titan, you can kill it. Other than that…” She could see she was persuading him, and knew what to say next to win this battle, when Hanji opened the door and walked straight into Levi’s office. She didn’t bother to look up from the papers she was holding as she began talking.

“Levi what do you think of this new-”

            “What are you doing?” Levi’s voice was hard, a voice that would have terrified any cadet, a voice so different from the mildly-disinterested-and-tired-but-softer voice of a few moments ago. Hanji seemed not to notice. She blinked owlishly at him,

            “Asking your opinion on this n-”

            “What are you doing in my office.” Levi cut her off again, his voice no louder than before, yet somehow more menacing.   

            “Well where else would I have found you?”

            “You think you can just walk in without knocking?”

            Hanji blinked again, “Well Hailey does.”      

            Levi’s hands tightened, the tendons on the back of his hands shifting under his skin as he resisted the urge to throttle Hanji. “Get out of my office.”

            “But what about this-”

            “Now.”

            “Even if I go out and knock?”

            “Now!”

            Even Levi’s yell seemed not to affect Hanji. The strange woman simply rolled her eyes and chuckled at him, saying “such a drama queen” before leaving.

            “So going back to our plan for the day-” Hailey began, but stopped when Levi turned his gaze on her. The anger that usually dissipated with Hanji’s depart was still present in his eyes, and it was now entirely focused on Hailey.

            “Why are you looking at me like that?”

            “That was your fault.”

            “Excuse me?”

            “Ever since we got together people have started taking advantage of me, touching me, invading my personal space, cadets talking to me without respect, and now Hanji walking straight into my office!”

            “Well if you don’t like it just tell them to stop doing it.”

            “its not that”

            “Then what is it?”

            “They don’t respect me anymore, because of you!”

Hailey stiffened, “what are you saying Levi?”

“I’m saying you should treat me with respect!”

“Knock on your office door, no touching, treating you like my captain?”

“Yes!”

Did he even understand what he was saying? Was he trying to break up with her, or was he just being a bigger dick than usual? “Levi are you breaking up with me?”

“What?” His eyes widened a bit more, “where’d you get that stupid idea, are you even listening to me?”

“You just told me you wanted to have a ‘professional only’ relationship with me, how else am I supposed to take that?” Hailey rarely got mad, and she wasn’t doing now. It was the opposite actually, as Levi’s blood was running faster and hotter with adrenaline she could feel herself growing dull and pale, a yearning in her chest as she realised just how far her feelings for this arrogant and selfish man had grown. She reached out for him, as she had done hundreds of times when he was angry. Apparently this time was different.

His hand snatched out, grabbing her wrist tightly between his strong fingers and harshly throwing her arm away from him. “I said don’t touch me!”

Hailey looked at him, lightly cradling her arm from where he’d gripped it. The air between them was frozen, even as his anger tried to burn right through it.

“Have fun with your paperwork.” She muttered under her breath, standing and walking out of his office, closing the door behind her.  

           

***

            Hailey stood next to the group of soldiers who were already mounted on their horses ready to embark on a quick scouting mission. It was nothing big, just a routine run. Something that Hailey usually would have been a part of as well.

“See you soon, Levi.” She said.

He didn’t look at her, obviously still furious, but not so petulant to ignore the fact that he may not come home. He grunted in response.

From the corner of his eye he could see Gunther and Olou peering at him, but not having the guts to keep looking when he turned his gaze to them.

Che, nosy brats.

A few hours later, and the patrol had gone surprisingly smooth, now the small scouting party was heading back to base. They were almost in the home stretch, and Hanji’s irritating mood had only grown with their success. “Hey Levi, where’s Hailey? Are you two fighting? She looked pretty angry this morning.”

Levi didn’t dignify her with an answer.

“Oh yeah, why didn’t she come with us?” Gunther piped up

“She didn’t tell you?” Olou asked, sounding smug that he was the only one who knew. “She was trying to make peace with Fraiser and injured her wrist reigning him in.”

Levi’s eyes sharpened, knowing that horse-skittish-Haliey would never go near one of the biggest horses the scouts had. There was no way in hell. It took him hours to get her on her first horse and even now she would only ride that one. So how had she injured her wrist? And why was she lying about it-

            -a memory flickered, of his pale fingers wrapped around her thin wrist, throwing it away from him in anger.

            Had he done that to her? Had he hurt her? Hurt her enough that she couldn’t even go on patrol?

            He kicked his heels into his horse’s sides, urging him into a gallop. Ignoring the yells of his patrol-mates he passed them, eyes focused on getting back to base.

            Once there, he threw the reigns of his horse to one of the new cadets, rushing inside, attempting to ignore the twisting guilt in his stomach.

            He ran to her bedroom and threw open the door. He didn’t know what to say, but a cold lump settled in his stomach as he realised that she wasn’t there. Her bed was neatly made like she hadn’t been there all day. Where was she?

            Walking quickly, Levi checked everywhere, the cafeteria, the grounds, the cadets, the offices, and it was over an hour before he heard her laugh nearby. He was near his own room, was she there waiting for him?

            Apparently not, his door was closed and locked, just the way he’d left it that morning. Her laughing was coming from a few doors down… From Captain Mike’s room. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door, silencing all laughter.

            “Levi? You’re back already?” Hailey was the first to speak.

            “Come with me.”

            Hailey’s eyes flickered to Mike, “I’m busy, I’ll talk to you after.”

            Was that hostility he heard? She couldn’t possibly still be angry at him, could she? Her silver eyes were narrowed at him, guarded. His eyes flickered to her wrist, which rested almost casually on her lap, but he knew her well enough to know that the placement was calculated. She was trying to hide that she was hurt, did she not trust him anymore? Obviously she trusted Captain Mike with it, she wouldn’t be here otherwise.

            Without a word Levi left, stalking back to his office and locking the door behind him. He collapsed in his chair and for once, ignored the stack of paperwork on his desk. The looks on their faces when he’d opened the door, he’d felt like an intruder, like he wasn’t supposed to be there. But she was his Hailey, she was supposed to come to him when she was hurt.

            But then again, he was the one who had hurt her.

            He had to fix this.

***

            It was night when Hailey finally made her way back to her room. She’d only just been able to break away from Hanji in her lab, despite hours of trying. She usually avoided the place, but seeing the look on Levi’s face this afternoon had driven her to distraction, and Hanji was always willing to provide one.

            She approached her door, mind elsewhere, when she noticed a figure slumped on the ground next to it. It couldn’t be…

            “…Levi?”

            The figure stirred and stood up quickly as he realised she was there, and then she was face to face with the man she’d been trying to avoid all day.

            “How long have you been sat there?” She asked, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

            Levi shrugged, avoiding her question, and nodded at her door.

Sighing, and knowing the situation was unavoidable, she unlocked it and walked inside, Levi only a breath behind her.

“Sit down.” He ordered, following with “just do it,” when it was clear she was about to protest. She did so, and he walked closer, kneeling in front of her. She didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t him picking up her injured wrist with the most delicate of touches, his fingers brushing over the light swelling like fluttering wings. He’d never been this gentle with her. His eyes were focused, examining every detail of damage, turning her wrist over and tracing the bruise there. Hailey couldn’t look away, the heart she had been avoiding was pulsing, all of her love for this man was rushing back as he handled her, as much as she would try to deny it.

So she never stood a chance really, when Levi ducked his head and placed the barest of kisses to the inside of her wrist, his eyes chancing up to meet hers which were wide and honest.

“Levi what are you doing?”

“I will do better. I promise.”

“Levi-”

His look cut her off, the image of him still kneeled before her, his every touch ringing with reverence, it was so different than the Levi she knew.

“I want you to come to me when you’re hurt. I don’t want to be the man who hurts you.”

He was saying the kind of words she’d been dreaming about for so long, and she wanted to just wrap him up in her arms and kiss him to no end, but the words wouldn’t stop.

“But you did hurt me.”

“I know.” His gaze didn’t waver, because Levi was done being unsure, he was done questioning. “But I understand now. You are different from the others, because I love you. That gives you rights that they will never have, and I wasn’t there to lay down the law with the others, but I will now.” He stood, bending over and tracing her lips with his thumb, her lips which parted of their own will and desire for him, “If you will allow me, I will do better.”

Hailey didn’t stand a chance, her hand curling itself in Levi’s hair and pulling him down to crush his lips with hers. Her other hand, still cradled in Levi’s, came up to rest on his chest as he still stood above her, encompassing her senses and setting her mind spinning. His lips were soft against hers, as if determined to show that he would never hurt her again, in any way. But Hailey didn’t want soft and gentle, there would be time for that later. She wanted to be swept away in the throes of passion and bury herself in it. She wanted to lose herself in this man and for him to do the same in her, and it was these desires that made her lean up against him, pull him closer and press her lips firmer against his. Kissing him harder and more insistently, demanding what she wanted.

Levi broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers, admiring the way her pupils were blown just for him. How her lips were parted and glistening and so damn kissable. He reached up, pushing her hair back that had fallen into her face. Her bright hair seemed otherworldly in the moonlight streaming through his window, the highlights almost sparkling in the light. She seemed so radiant, so perfect, and it was all Levi could do not to throw her down underneath him and pin her there.

“Behave.” He muttered, his lips brushing hers and noting how her neck stretched to follow him, “you’re still injured.”

“mmm”, she pressed her lips hard to his again, feeling him yield to her. Honestly, it was just a little bruising, “I’m not that injured.”

Levi growled, ducking his face into her neck and attacking the skin there, pulling it between his teeth and sucking, marking her as his. He could feel her pulse pounding wildly as her desire built inside her, and he was quick to reach to his shirt and undo the buttons, casting the offending piece of clothing from his body.

Hailey reacted immediately, hands smoothing up the firm expanse of his chest, built from years of work with 3DMG, his muscles coiling under her touch, reacting to her. She chuckled lightly, “I wasn’t aware I had this much of an effect on you.”

Levi’s eyes met hers, as calculating as ever. His hands, previously running over her arms, reached under her and grasped at her thighs. He lifted her just a little, dumping her further up the bed and then climbing over her, one arm bracing himself by her head. She wasn’t prepared for the move, and her lips were still parted so there was no chance of her swallowing the gasping moan that left her mouth at his next move. His hips, still tight in his gear from patrol, ground powerfully into hers, his hardness shifting against her.

His lips were at her ear in a second, “you know exactly the effect you have on me.” His voice was a low growl, like sandpaper cast over shale, lingering with a darkness and tainted with something that twisted deliciously in Hailey’s gut. His hands were running up her shirt, undoing the buttons as he went with quick nimble fingers. His lips followed, kissing over her stomach and up to her breasts which were now bared for him.

Her skin was tingling with electricity, jumping and ready for any touch from him. And she knew Levi was not a patient man, praising his impatience for once as his lips careened to her breasts while his hands moved further south for something infinitely more devious.

And it was somehow both so torturous and so wonderful, having his mouth nipping at her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples which were standing at attention for him. Torturous, that their lower bodies were still both clothed and that the heat she could feel from him was dampened by that cloth. Wonderful, that their bodies were pressed together, and when he moved back up to claim her mouth she could feel the whole of his body pressed against hers, forcing her down even as she arched into him.

His one hand had finally succeeded in popping the button on her bottoms and without prompting, Hailey raised her hips against his so he could take them off. She wasn’t prepared however, for the feel just how hard he would be, even through his own clothes. Levi shuddered above her, obviously ready to be free of his constraints.

It was with this in mind that he tore himself away from her, stood by the side of the bed and wrestled with the buckles and ties holding his trousers in place. Hailey watched him, lifting her naked self up onto her elbows as she lay there waiting for his return. And as Levi was finally kicking the pants off his ankles he looked at her and paused. Somehow, her big silver eyes were still so demure, such a contrast to the rest of her that was subtly turned to him, subconsciously begging him to return to her.

He wasn’t one to deny her, and he felt blood rush to his lower regions as she yelped when he tumbled on top of her again. Her yelp was not long lived as he smothered her mouth with his, forcing his tongue past her lips, swallowing the groan of appreciation that followed. His hands were buried in her hair, fisting it between his fingers and tilting her head back.

Their lower bodies crashed together, building against one another even as their arousals grew.

“Levi” Hailey breathed his name and felt him shudder into her, his desire as high as hers, pounding into the both of them and forcing them ever closer.

One of his hands trailed down her body, squeezing at her hip as he went, and lined himself up to her, merely waiting on her approval. He was inside her before her nod was even over, fully sheathed in one move, and his body bowed back to her, desperate to feel her against him, around him, soft and warm and tight as she squeezed him. Burying his face in her neck he thrust into her, shaking her consciousness and shattering her thoughts until they were scattered around her like stars, leaving her crying his name to the heavens. Her legs wrapped around his hips, bringing his deeper to her core, matching his pace as he continued to pound into her.

The bed was shaking with them, and Levi’s low grunts had joined her moans in their chorus, harmonising his state with hers as both of them careened closer to the edge of that precarious cliff. He could feel her walls beginning to tighten and shudder around him, could feel her breasts pressed further up against him as she arched, her hands were pressed flat on his back, urging him always onwards, faster, deeper.

“Ah~ Levi I can’t-” And then her eyes were flying open as his thrust hit somewhere deep inside her that shattered her, casting the pieces of herself to the sky, bursting like intimate fireworks inside herself, in every cell of her being. Levi was not far in following, meeting his end as he buried himself deep inside her, slowing his thrusts to stretch out the zinging sparks of their pleasure.

Slowly, he rolled off her and collapsed beside her. He cupped her hip and pulled her towards him, until their legs were tangled and their chests touching.

“How was that for better?” He asked sleepily, as his heavy lids threatened to close and he stifled a yawn.

Hailey chuckled, snuggling herself closer still. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips press one last time against her injured wrist, as if sealing his promise there, “much better.”                            

Young Sirius Black one shot - Early Mornings

Just a quick something to tie you all over until I work on some of my bigger stuff, enjoy!

P.S. isn't Ben Barnes the most perfect Young Sirius ever?

                Grace sighed, throwing her covers off of herself, rolling over onto her back to try and cool down. Her eyes were determinately kept shut, she would fall back asleep. She put in a solid effort, but after another half hour she knew it was a lost cause. Sighing, she got up as quietly as she could so as to not wake her dorm mates and shrugged on the clothes she’d slung over a chair for that morning. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she slipped out of her dormitory and into the Gryffindor common room… and saw a couple on the couch.

                “Ugh Goldstein, get a room.” She muttered as she stalked past them, apologising to the Fat Lady for waking her.

                “It’s a little early to be bothering me.” She mumbled before settling back into slumber.

                Grace grumbled, it was early. It probably wasn’t even 4 AM yet, but for some reason she just couldn’t sleep lately, although she had to admit it was a blessing for her schoolwork, which got done on these early mornings. She settled on the stairs just a few hallways from the common room, if a professor came by she could make a quick getaway.

                She had just pulled out the book she had borrowed for her transfiguration essay when she heard the soft footsteps behind her. She jumped up, rushing behind a suit of armour in an alcove, holding her wand in front of her, just in case.

                Well… she wasn’t expecting this…

                It was a dog. A shaggy, black, wild looking dog, but a dog none the less. It was paused, looking over in her direction as if it knew she was there, before it continued padding along.

                “Wait!” She whispered. Running out of the alcove, she’d always had a soft spot for dogs, and seeing them was so rare at Hogwarts…

                The dog had stopped again, and was now watching her with large grey eyes. Slowly, Grace kneeled and placed her transfiguration book beside her on the ground. She stretched out that same hand towards the dog and held it suspended in the air. The dog tilted its head as if considering her invitation.

                “Come on doggie, come here. I won’t hurt you, it’s ok.” Grace kept murmuring soothing words, and then the dog trotted over to her, placing its large head in her hand.

                “Well you’re quite friendly aren’t you? I hope you don’t have rabies,” the dogs eyes closed as she scratched behind one ear, “or fleas, you don’t have fleas do you?” The dog barked twice, and Grace looked around hurriedly for an approaching professor or caretaker who could have heard.           

                “Hush, you have to stay quiet or we’ll both be found out.”

                He barked again.

                “If you bark again, I swear I will leave you here.” She tried to speak sternly to the dog, attempting to get through some kind of urgency.

                If the dog noticed, it ignored her. But Grace couldn’t resist it, it had rolled over and was now looking up at her with its big doggy eyes, tongue lolling out of its mouth.

                “Who wants a belly rub?” Grace coo’d, rubbing her hand through the dogs fur as it wriggled around. “Who’s the cutest little doggie ever, huh? You are, yeah you are.”

                The dog jumped up, placing its front paws on her knees and licking her face, Grace laughed, “yeah, you are the cutest, that’s right!” The dog barked again, but Grace had forgotten the reason they were being quiet. “I just wanna play with you all day!”

                It was then that Grace noticed the light coming from further down the hallway, a light that had nothing to do with the slowly approaching dawn. She gave a quick last head scratch to the dog, grabbed her bag and scrambled back to her common room before whichever professor it was could dock her house points.

                If she had looked back one last time, she would have seen the shaggy black dog looking after her with an intelligence and humour far above his species, and quickly picking up the transfiguration book she had left behind and melting into the darkness.

***

                “Meadows.”

                “Black.” Grace greeted Sirius bluntly, she’d never really had much to do with James Potter’s best friend, and had no intention of starting anything now. She had nothing against him personally, he was free to stick his tongue down the throat of whatever girl was dumb enough to fall for him, Grace just intended to keep herself out of his drama-filled life.

                “That’s a pretty cold reception, want me to warm it up for you?”             

                “Only if that involves you jumping in a fire.”

                “Fires of love, perhaps?”

                Grace gave him a deadpan stare, “what do you want?”

                “Nothing, nothing, -”

                “Then go away.”

                “- I just heard that this was yours.” He held out the transfiguration book, and watched her previously guarded eyes widen in surprise.

                “I’ve been looking for this all day! Where did you find it? I was sure I left it with the -” she stopped herself, not wanting to tell Sirius about the dog. There’s no telling how many jokes he’d make out of it.

                “Left it with the…?” Sirius asked, chortling when she snatched the book from his hands.

                “with the other books I’d returned to the library, of course.”

                He had to admire her quick save, it would have been believable if he hadn’t known exactly where she’d left it.

                “mhmm, well if you want some friendly advice, that alcove isn’t the best place for shacking up, it’s fairly busy -”

                “I was not shacking up -”

                “Then why was your book on the ground there? Cosy place to sit and study maybe?”

                Her cheeks were flaming with hints of anger, and maybe a hint of embarrassment? She turned on her heel and walked up to her dormitory, knowing full well he couldn’t follow behind.

                Sirius dropped into the chair next to James, eyes still on the staircase she had disappeared up. James cleared his throat.

                “I saw all of that, for the record.”

                “So what?”        

                “Grace Meadows? Well, she’s not exactly your type mate. More… Mooney’s type. Bookish.”

                Sirius chuckled again, looking at his friend, “she likes dogs.”

                “You didn’t…”

                “It’s not like I meant to, how was I supposed to know she’d be in the hallways at 4 in the bloody morning?”

                “If only we had a map of the entire castle that showed us where everyone was, that would have been really useful.”

                “Oh shut it, Potter.” Sirius said, ignoring his snickering friend, mind instead of the memories of Grace Meadows’ excited eyes as she had extended her hand to him, the dog version of him. A side of her that she’d never shown to the human him, a side that he was now extremely curious of, and a side he was determined to see more of.

                “Oh no,” Remus had joined them, “I know that smirk, I know that look. What poor girl are you chasing now?”

***

                Grace really couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t that she was looking for the dog. The cold-cuts of pork she’d swiped from dinner were for her, in case she got hungry. They definitely weren’t for the dog.

                “Here doggie doggie, where are you?”

                She was wandering around the alcove she had found him yesterday, hoping that somehow the dog would be here again. She had almost given up when she head the light padding of feet behind her.

                “There you are! I thought you weren’t going to show up!” Grace fell to her knees, ruffling the dogs fur. “But it’s not polite to keep a lady waiting, a gentleman would have shown up early.” The dog nuzzled her hand, and then smelled her bag, letting out a whimper.

                Grace took out the meat, and laughed as it was practically inhaled. “Hungry are you? Well I don’t have any more so you can stop sniffing me!” She didn’t have anything else in her bag, except for her wand of course. After her encounter with Black yesterday she’d decided it best that she didn’t bring anything with her that she could leave behind.

                “And you got me in quite a situation yesterday.” Grace said conversationally as she leaned back against a wall, stretching her legs out in front of her. The dog lowered itself to the ground, its front paws and head resting on her thigh.

                “I left my book here and you know who found it? Sirius Black.” The dog looked up at her, “see, even you know he’s bad news. Well, he’s not bad news, but he’s just the kind of person that you admire from afar. Oh god, not admire, that’s not what I meant at all.” She looked down at the dog, its not like it was actually listening, it was a dog. “I mean, of course he’s gorgeous, everyone knows that. He’s Sirius Black, but I don’t know, there just doesn’t seem to be anything more than that.”

                The dog, which had somehow looked smug a second ago, now looked like it was judging her.

                “Don’t you judge me! It’s not like you know who I’m even talking about!” She sighed, “I just don’t know him, and it’s not like we have anything in common… not like I have any idea what his hobbies are either… the highlight of his life seems to be shagging every girl he can find in every available broom cupboard.”

                The dog growled lightly.

“Maybe you’re right.” She scratched the dogs head, “and who am I to say anything, the highlight of my day is sitting here talking to a dog, how sad is that?”

She sat there, contemplating Sirius Black. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, she never thought about him this much, but then they never usually had any interaction. Other than that time they were paired up in potions.

“You know, this one time Sirius and I were put together for potions,” she laughed at the memory, “he somehow melted a hole in the bottom of his cauldron, but then it didn’t matter because he’d managed to turn our potion into a solid, so nothing spilled out. We didn’t even notice until we were cleaning up at the end. I was so angry that we’d failed the assignment, but in hindsight it’s just funny.”

She yawned, and the dog yawned straight after her. “Am I keeping you up? Do you have an owner you’re supposed to be going back to?”

It looked her in the eye, almost as if to say “do I look like I belong to someone?”

“Right, I suppose not.”

They sat there in a comfortable silence, Grace’s mind still filled with Sirius. “Besides, it’s not like he’d ever go for someone like me anyway.” Her voice was small, but the dog’s head jerked up as if it had actually understood. “Oh come on, his world is too messy, there’s too many girls willing to hex anyone he looks at twice. It’s better I keep my standards lower. Like Patrick Casely, he’s nice.”

The dog growled, darker than it had before.

“Hey, don’t get so angry, it’s just my pathetic excuse for a love life.” She stroked him softly, “calm down, there’s nothing to get angry over anyway. I mean, he’s invited me to go with him on the next Hogsmede trip, but it’s not like it actually means anything.”

                The dog stood, all of its happy demeanour gone.

                “Oh don’t go away, I’m sorry, I won’t say anything else. Don’t go.”

                It lay back down, even if it was tenser than before.

                After a while Grace noticed the time, “I have to go soon, people will start heading down to breakfast.”

                The dog grumbled.

                “Don’t be like that, I’ll see you tomorrow, it’s only a day.”

***

                “Well someone’s in a bad temper.”

                “Yeah, if you don’t look somewhere else I think Casely might spontaneously combust. The poor bloke’s sweating he’s so nervous.”

                Sirius stabbed a potato, averting his eyes from the Ravenclaw table where Patrick Casely was sitting.

                “You look exhausted.” Remus commentated.

                “Not just exhausted, you look like the back end of a dissected beetle.” James remarked, “and judging by your bad temper, getting up early to meet Meadows isn’t really working for you.”

                Sirius grumbled, “She fancies Casely.”

                “Oh…”

                “She thinks I’m a shallow flirt.” 

                “Well she’s not exactly wrong…”              

                “She thinks I shag girls in broom cupboards.”

                “Again… not exactly wrong…” James said.

                “Did anything good come out of this morning?” Remus asked lightly.

                A slow smirk spread over Sirius face, “I’m the highlight of her day.”

                “Well that’s something!” James thumped his friend on the back, excited for him, “anything else?”    

                “Yeah.”

                “Go on then!”

                “She thinks I’m gorgeous.”

                Remus shook his head, rolling his eyes at his friend’s dreamy expression “of course she does.”

***

                Sirius continued to meet her, every morning they would either sit in the hallway, sometimes they walked around. One time he led her to the kitchens, he smiled when he remember how she had praised him for ‘finding them’. She really thought he was just a dog, she had no idea.

                Sirius was currently sat outside with his herbology report, casually flicking his eyes over to Remus’s paper to try and find the answers.

                “Grace, Grace!”

                Sirius whipped his head to the voice, he knew that voice, he’d been developing a growing animosity for that voice ever since Grace had first mentioned him.

                He watched as Grace ran through the grounds, Patrick Casely trying to follow but stumbling on the rocks and grassy terrain whereas she was graceful, true to her name.

                “Quit Following ME!” Grace turned and shot a spell at him, immediately Patrick stopped following her.

                “Alright, I’m going back inside!” He turned and muttered, “crazy bit-”

                She shot another spell that narrowly missed his ear, and he ran back to the castle with his head down and no looks backwards. Sirius on the other hand, had barely taken his eyes off her, until he lost her as she walked to the edge of the forbidden forest. He launched to his feet, stripping off his clothes.

                “You’re not serious-” Remus began

                “No one else is out here,” Sirius countered, “she needs someone.” Turning into the familiar form of the black dog, he bound away to where he had last seen her.

                She hadn’t gone far, only a few trees in before she had sat on the ground, head between her knees. She lifted her face to look at him as he barked softly at her. A small smile broke on her teary face, she’d been crying. That bastard had made her cry-

                But he couldn’t think of that now, because she was holding her arms out to him in invitation. He settled himself between her knees and stayed there as she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the fur on his neck. How he wished he wasn’t a dog right now, then he could wrap his arms around her too, could tell her it was all ok.

                “How’d you find me?”

                He only gave her a stern look in return, pulling back and grabbing her bag between his teeth, dancing out of the forest and dumping it on the ground. He sat beside it and barked, wagging his tail when she laughed at him.

                “You’re like an overprotective mother hen.” Well that was certainly a description no one had ever used for him before. “There’s nothing dangerous this close to the edge of the forest, quit being such a worrywart.”

                Since when was Grace Meadows so alright with breaking rules? She was right, they barely knew each other, although they were a lot closer now that they’d been spending every morning together. Not that she knew that, of course.

                “Alright, let’s go back.” He looked at her, “I’m fine, I promise.”

                She could tell that the dog didn’t believe her, and she began wondering when she had started to give the dog thoughts and emotions. When they reached the castle doors the dog turned away.

                “Right, you can’t just walk in the castle whenever you feel like.” Unless Sirius was hearing things, she sounded upset. “Well I’ll see you later then.”

***

                “Hey Grace, you ok? I heard what happened.”  

                She looked at him carefully, “Are you alright Black?”

                “Yes I’m alright, but I was asking about you.”

                “I’m fine.”

                “You sure?”

                “Yes I’m sure.”

                “You want to talk about it?”       

                She looked startled, “no Black, I don’t. And we barely know each other.”

                “I think you’d be surprised…”

                “What’s that supposed to mean?”

                “Nothing.” He said quickly.

                She eyes him curiously, before sighing, “I just thought he was nice, shows what I know doesn’t it?”

                “Mmm, Casely’s a dolt.”

                “Isn’t he just!” She laughed, the sound of it lifting Sirius’ heart. She looked him in the eye again, sincerely this time, “thanks, Black.”

                He coughed, “My name’s Sirius, in case you didn’t know.”

                “…Of course I know…”

                “Well I wasn’t sure… doggie doggie was getting a little old…” He smirked at her frozen expression, and watched as the red blossomed on her cheeks, almost in slow motion.

                “What?”

                “Although I must say, you give one of the best belly rubs I’ve ever gotten.”

                “Black.”

                “Sirius,” he corrected.

                “Do you mean to tell me, that the -” She stopped speaking, as if unsure of herself, as if the evidence had to be pointing to a different conclusion. But another look at those grey eyes told her he was telling the truth, those eyes had greeted her every morning. “You’re the dog?”

                He laughed, “don’t look so surprised.”

                “Don’t look so surprised!? Are you – are you even registered? You know that’s illegal-”  

                “Relax, you’re like an overprotective mother hen.” Her mouth gaped like a fish as he used her own words against her. He stepped closer to her, grinning when she didn’t step away.

                “You slept on my lap.” She whispered.

                “One of my favourite memories.”

                “You licked my face.”

                “Also, one of my favourites.” His nose brushed hers, their lips barely a breath apart. Her eyes were fluttering closed, and she was raising herself on her tiptoes to meet him, and that’s when he closed the distance, capturing her lips with his and wrapping his hand in her hair.

                He heard James cat calling from the other end of the room, but he was delicately ignored as Sirius kissed Grace again and again.

                “Just checking-” Grace got out between kisses, “you really don’t have rabies right?”

                He sighed, kissing her jaw, “no rabies.”

                “No fleas?”

                “No fleas.”

                “…”

                “What now?” he asked, humouring her.

                “Picturing you in a cute little collar. With a little bell.”

                Sirius’s eyes darkened, “that can go both ways you know. I’ll gladly wear the collar, but you’ve got to wear one for me too.”

                Her stomach tumbled at his words, words that somehow didn’t match the impish smirk on his face, “I prefer dog Sirius, dog Sirius can’t talk.”

                His smirk widened, “well if you accompany me to a broom cupboard, I’m sure I could find something doggy to keep you entertained.”

                He almost burst out laughing at the priceless expression on her face, and he could tell she was about to retort something, but he cut her off, stealing her lips again.

                “Doggy later, kissing now.” He murmured, grinning into the kiss.

                She looped her arms around his neck, this was going to be interesting.

                         

Alibaba Saluja Lemon - Darkened Amber and Winking Gold - Request

Another request, I hope I did it justice!

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Alibaba was a little… well to be honest, he was a little jealous. He and Aladdin had come to the night club to see fine women and have a good time. Currently, Alibaba was sat by himself watching enviously as Aladdin was entertained by not just one, but TWO beautiful women. Why did he never seem to have any luck with this sort of thing?

Maybe he needed to be bolder, like Aladdin? Maybe if he was more specific in his requests? He looked over at the other women, why couldn’t he ever have any luck?

Sulking slightly, he looked around, anything to keep his eyes off of Aladdin and his two beautiful women.

“It is now time for our special service”

Alibaba didn’t see who had spoken, but their words had an unnerving effect on the previously loud bustling crowd. They hushed, the impact like a heavy silent fog had washed over them. Many, Alibaba could see, had looked away from the women entertaining them and were looking to the stage on one side of the room. 

The room dimmed, and Alibaba’s eyes followed everyone else’s in looking at the single empty spotlight. Music crept from somewhere in the room, slow, enticing music with a pulsing, hypnotic beat. The customers were beginning to get restless, shuffling in anticipation for something, Alibaba didn’t know what.

The music kept playing, capturing the minds of the men watching, sweeping them along with every beat, and only when Alibaba found himself getting restless along with everyone else did she show herself.

She walked into the spotlight, the music paused, one high note lingering in the still air. No one dared to blink, breaths were held, baited for her. She stood with one hip to the side, letting her sheer black skirt be parted by the slit, showing one long toned leg. Alibaba’s eyes trailed up her form, to the golden bells hanging, almost lazily, off her hips. Her top was black, but shimmered in the spotlight, more golden bells winking at him. Her arms were raised, hands folded lightly in front of her mouth and nose, so Alibaba could only see her eyes, a tantalizing dark amber emphasized with a smoky shadow.

She was easily the most gorgeous, alluring, beautiful creature Alibaba had ever seen. His lips were parted, his eyes wide as he stared at her shamelessly, his hands gripping the sides of his chair. The corners of her eyes crinkled, as if she was amused as she looked over the still silent crowd. Eyes sliding over patrons until they landed on his and did not move away.

His heart was pounding, he couldn’t swallow, his mouth was dry, his fingers gripped the cushion of the chair harder as electricity ran through them. What was she doing to him?

One of her eyes closed in a playful, yet lazy wink, and he felt his insides flop. She was winking at him. There was no doubt!

In a slow movement she raised her hands until they were above her head. The rest of her face was now revealed to him, but Alibaba couldn’t break their eye contact, he never wanted to look away. He could tell her hair was a dark brown and framed her face elegantly.

She clapped her hands twice, quick flicks of her wrists that snapped everyone out of their stupors, and then the music was starting again, faster than before, and she was dancing like Alibaba had never seen. It was as if dancing was effortless for her, like the music was her tangible partner twirling her around, dipping her so low that her hair skimmed the stage, shimmying her hips to the beat. Her steps were fast and nimble, balls of her feet barely touching the stage before springing her in the air again, setting her golden bells jingling.

Her eyes continued to meet his, light gold meeting dark amber, and each time a jot of lightning sparked through him.

The music grew faster and faster. Alibaba couldn’t follow her steps, could only focus on the flash of her eyes and the swing of her hips. And then her eyes were on his again, amusement evident as she stood on stage, one arm curved above her head in her final pose. People were roaring, cheering, banging their drinks on tables in demand for an encore. Alibaba stood to see over the crowd, not willing to let his eyes leave her a second earlier than they had to.

He wasn’t ready for the spotlight to go out, for that side of the room to be plunged into darkness. He wasn’t ready to lose sight of her just yet. He scrambled through the crowd, probably the least graceful he had ever been in his life. His heart dropped when he saw the empty stage, she was already gone. A man walked past him, from the direction of the door that led to the private rooms, Alibaba gripped his sleeve before he passed.

“That girl, the dancer- who is she? I’d like to request her.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he immediately stood up straighter to give some impression that he wasn’t just a desperate obsessed child.

The man looked at him disdainfully, wrenching back his arm, “she doesn’t take requests. She’s a dancer not a –”

“It’s quite alright.” A musical voice piped up behind Alibaba, and he whirled around, all thoughts of the other man filtering away from his mind. It was her, the dancer, she was even more beautiful up close.

“Did you enjoy my dance?” She asked lightly, although she obviously already knew the answer.

Alibaba swallowed thickly before nodding, “You’re very talented.”

She laughed, stepping closer and running one hand down his arm, over his firm biceps and forearm until her fingers laced with his. “Since you asked for me so politely, I think I can make an exception for you, just this once.” She pulled him away from the bustling crowd and towards the door to the private rooms. This was really happening, she was really here.

He allowed her to lead him, up some stairs and through a corridor, to a bedroom with deep mahogany bedsheets and a circlet of golden bells gently singing with the breeze of the open window.

The bells calmed him, their soft tinkling chipping away at his nervousness.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Haniyah, and you?”

“Alibaba.” He paused, “Is this your room?” surely there wouldn’t be golden bells hanging in every room, this room meant something to her, right? Her delicate shoulders lifted in a noncommittal shrug, “does it matter?”

Alibaba mimicked her shrug, “no.” But he felt like it was, this wasn’t just any private session, this would be something the both of them remembered for a very long time. He knew that he would remember every detail, the way her eyes were locked with his, her eye shadow slightly smudged from her dance (which gave her an even more enticing look in his opinion), the way her hips had moved on stage – “teach me to dance”.

This startled her, obviously not what she had been expecting, but her easy grin soon spread back over her mouth, pulling at her lips.

“You want me to… teach you to dance?”

“Just some of the moves I saw on stage.” He grinned.

She laughed at his absurd request, “you have to loosen up first, remember, dancing is all from the hips.” She slid her hands to his waist, stepping close enough that he could feel her body heat radiating against his skin. It stuck him that he was a good amount taller than she was. She lightly swung her hips from side to side, guiding him to match her. Their lower bodies were almost touching, close, but the gap seemed so far. She loosened her hands, stepping around him, trailing her hands teasingly across his crotch, feeling him harden under her touch. When she stood behind him she brought both hands to his front, palming him through his clothes, rubbing her hips against him, pressing her breasts against his back.

Alibaba felt the sensation shoot through his body, bringing back the memory of her dance, and the last move that had sent a familiar feeling to his steadily growing erection.

“What about the move, on the ground, where your hair touches the ground?”

She squeezed him one last time and finished her circle of him, grinning wickedly, “that’s pretty difficult, I think it’s above your skill level.”

Alibaba stepped closer, erasing any distance between them, breathing in her ear “I’ll watch very closely.” He felt her shudder under his breath, and sensed a building reluctance to step away from him. But she did eventually.

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, then, muscles tensing, leaned backwards until her hair brushed the floor, her body arched as if begging for his gaze, or something more.

“This is a tricky one,” he murmured above her, he kneeled, “I think I need more time to get a handle on it, so stay there.”

God she looked perfectly edible like this, and he could barely restrain himself, his hands reaching to graze against the exposed skin of her stomach, the feather light touches skimming higher, brushing the already risen shirt higher to her bra-line. He leaned down, brushing his nose along the same path, taking deep breaths to inhale her jasmine scent. She shuddered again beneath him, “I can’t keep this pose forever-”

He pressed a kiss to her exposed hipbone, “just a little longer.” Her body was positively trembling, from the exertion of keeping the pose, from his teasing touches, from both. He ducked his head, spreading the slit on her skirt wider, his hands brushing up her thigh, pressing warm circles into her skin. She breathed out his name and he paused, his warm breath hitting her scantily-clad core. Goosebumps arose all over her body, a body that just wanted to submit to him, to lay down and have him take her-

“What’s the next dance move?” He asked teasingly, his lips brushing the skim of fabric as he spoke. He saw her eyes widen slightly, knowing what she wanted, but this was to be a night to remember. Starting the fun now would just mean that its end was that much closer.

He placed a kiss to her covered heat, tongue prodding at her folds just once, making the most of the single touch, taking a deep breath of her musky scent. She clearly wasn’t expecting the move, her body collapsing on the ground from its strenuous position, chest breathing a little more deeply than it had before. She watched with incredulous eyes as he stood up and spread his arms.

“Come on, what’s the next move?”

Even if she couldn’t see the erection straining through his pants, she could tell he was enjoying himself, there was a light in his lust stained eyes, a light that danced as he looked at her laying before him, the slit in her skirt parted to show her panties, her shirt high enough to make out the bottom of her bra, her cheeks flushed. Slowly, she pushed herself up to her knees, and then stood, her mind knowing exactly what move to do next.

“This one’s pretty simple,” she said, grinning, “even you should be able to hold it.”

She stood on her tiptoes, one foot slightly in front of the other, “it’s the pose I do right before I begin dancing.” She jut one hip out to the side, then raised her hands to just above one side of her face, palms flat against one another as if she were clapping them.

Alibaba scoffed, copying her, this was no trouble at all. “And how long am I holding this for?”

She grinned, stepping close and pressing her lips against his jaw in light butterfly kisses, “Until I say you can stop.” She moved slowly, knowing that the difficulty of this particular pose was staying in it for a length of time. It was then that you would notice how heavy your arms were, or how weak your calves were. Her hands smoothed up his chest, slowly dragging his shirt above his head and tossing it to the ground. Well, wow. She wasn’t really expecting him to be this toned. Her fingers danced along the lines of muscle, his abs tensing as she drifted along them. She brushed her lips against his collarbone, kissing a steady trail across his chest. Her tongue darted in and out of the rivulets of corded muscle, flicked briefly at a nipple, dragged over his neck, “how are you holding up?”

“Fine”, he answered, but there was a terseness to his words, a strain of staying in the position, of not touching her, and her touching him. She laughed breathlessly, a laugh that went straight to his crotch.

“You’re doing better than I anticipated, guess I’ll have to step up my game.” Her hands, that had been tracing circles on his chest dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of his pants, slowly edging them down until they pooled at his feet. She didn’t look down, but she could already tell he was big, and hard, and ready to take her, but she kept the reigns on her quickly unravelling self-control. Her thumb brushed over the top, smearing the pre-cum over the swollen head.

His hands twitched, she could tell that he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I think I’ve got the hang of this position.” He said, his voice still strained.

“I don’t know…” She mused, her palm sliding down to wrap around his base, squeezing gently. He let out a low groan, his golden eyes darkening. “I think you’re tired. Maybe you don’t have the stamina for dance.” She was teasing him, and she knew that his tether was likely to snap with her gentle jibes, but she still wasn’t prepared for his movement. In seconds, he had his hands at the back of her thighs, lifting her legs to wrap around his naked body as he walked her back to the bed. He tossed her down, watching her body bounce and the golden bells jingle before shrugging off the white robe he wore (the last piece of clothing) and lowering his body to hers.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself worthy.” He smoothed his hands over her sides, kissing and biting at her neck. Her head arched backwards, a moan bubbling in her throat. His weight on her was heavenly, his body heating hers more than she thought possible, a heat that only seemed to increase the ache at her thighs…

She subtly rubbed her legs together, anything to give herself some relief, and she sighed at the pitiful excuse for friction before Alibaba’s hand was between her thighs, not touching her where she was desperate for him, just preventing her from helping herself. He pecked her lips at her frustrated groan, a cheeky grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he saw her wriggling beneath him.

But what he saw was a still very-much-clothed woman, and he’d seen that for long enough. Besides, he’d been naked for a while already. He smoothly pulled her black top over her head, and before she could lay back down his hand snuck to her back and unclasped her bra. Skimming his hands down her shoulders, he freed her arms from the straps, and then, with a determined swallow, tossed it elsewhere.

Her breasts were wonderfully soft in his hands, her body arching to force more contact, contact he was glad to give. He pinched a rosebud nipple between his fingers, thumbing over it as it hardened beneath his touch, rolling it even as he took the other between his lips. She let out a soft cry as he sucked her, a rhythmic pulsing interspersed with flicks of his tongue, or gentle bites of his teeth. No one had made her feel this way, no one before had infused such a powerful need in her, she needed him, and the cry of his name from her lips seemed to alert him to her desperation.

He hooked her legs around his hips, and rolled against her. She was still fully clothed there, but god it felt amazing. He did it again, forcing her hips down even as they tried to rise to meet him.

“Alibaba please~” Her voice cut off as a low moan took its place, coated with enough need and desire that if she wasn’t clothed, Alibaba didn’t think he could have stopped himself from taking her then and there. His hands moved to unclasp her legs from his hips, something she fought against, rolling her hips against his once more.

Alibaba chuckled, leaning up and bracing himself face to face with her. He gently captured her lips, pulling the lower between his teeth and sucking on it gently as she whimpered, such a submissive sound, it shot straight to his pounding erection.

“Let me undress you.” He murmured against her lips, now slightly swollen.

“And then we fuck, right? No more teasing?” Her normally patient personality was running thin, as would anyone’s if they had a gorgeous naked man pressed against them, teasing them to within an inch of their sanity.

Alibaba hesitated, there was so much more he wanted to do to her. He voiced this, “but I want to feel every part of you, I want to run my mouth over you, taste you. He kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips and dancing with her own, as if to force his point. “I want to taste you”, he repeated, looking at her darkened amber eyes, “then I promise that we’ll fuck to our hearts content.”

Her heart thudded at his words, she didn’t think anyone had ever said something so erotic… “Yeah, I guess that sounds …” delicious, incredible, wonderful, “good.” He seemed to know what she meant, kissing her deeply one last time before shuffling down her body, pulling down her skirt and panties in one go. He had to pause and look at her, and the goddess he had somehow captured, the angel he had somehow tempted. Her hair was fanned around her head, her eyes looking at him, almost lazily, with that dark lustful undertone he was sure was mirrored in his own eyes. She’d raised her hands above her head, stretching out her body, elongating it, her breasts pressing higher into the air. One of her legs was drawn back to her, spread with such an obvious come-on that Alibaba couldn’t hold himself any more.

His mouth ducked down, kissing at the skin of her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee, her inner thigh, and then he was at the apex of her thighs, at the heat which was causing her such discomfort. His tongue parted her slit, licking up one side of her folds, and then the other, pausing to lick at the small bundle of nerves, rubbing his tongue over it in small circles. Her reaction was instant, her hips bucked into his face, shamelessly demanding more, one of her hands fisted itself in his hair, as if to ground herself to him.

Her body was pounding, she had no control, it was bucking and twisting of its own accord, she could only moan, and feel the burning coil inside of her tighten more as Alibaba’s tongue delved into her, tasting her essence and her desire for him. He didn’t let up, sucking deeply at her folds, at her clit, eating her like she might disappear at any second

“Ah~ Alibaba~” Her voice cried for him, god, more, just a bit more, “deeper”. He quickly moved his mouth to seal around her clit, sucking at it hard, thrusting his fingers into her as deep as they could go. Spurred on by her moans of obvious approval, he thrust them deeper, harder, faster, stretching her-

And then she was empty, and the delicious orgasm that had been building so quickly was fading out of her grasp, like water through her fingers. She looked down at him, ready to berate him for throwing away her impending orgasm, when the words stuck in her throat. He was lining himself up, ready to thrust into her, and then she realised how much his erection must be paining him, she’d barely paid any attention to it at all.

His eyes locked with hers and she was struck with the same electricity that had found her on stage, the first time she had seen him. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, molding their lips together, tongues battling, both of their moans smothered as he sheathed himself in her. He didn’t move for a moment, revelling in the relief he’d needed for so goddamn long. He didn’t blame her, he’d barely let her get a word in edgewise, so focused on memorising every inch of her body, inside and out.

She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was erotic in a way she had never imagined, sending her mind to thoughts of how he would taste.  The thought of sucking him off consumed her, until Alibaba shifted his hips inside her, slowly dragging himself out until only the engorged head remained. His pace was even, always pulling out as far as he could before delving back into her. He groaned, she was tight around him, tight and hot and pulsing and god she was perfect. He moved to suck at her neck, palming one of the breasts that was shuddering with his every thrust.

She cried his name as he pinched a nipple in time with his thrusts, her mind loose and floating as the rest of her was tight. Every muscle, every nerve, it was all focused on the man above her, the man pounding her into the mattress, “talking to you downstairs was – ah – I’m glad I did”

He groaned, “if you hadn’t I might have – busted through the window – and we would’ve ended up – fucking anyway.” His words were interspersed with pauses for his thrusts, thrusts that were becoming wilder as he circled within her, stretching her to her limits, pressing on that delectable place inside her that made her lose her mind.

Words were lost to the both of them now, their hips meeting with passion and such purpose, both searching for the end that they knew was near, both immersed in each other, harder, deeper.

Alibaba pressed one of her legs higher, and curses tumbled into his moans as she became infinitely tighter around him.

“Haniyah I’m gonna cum-”

“Oh god-me too – don’t stop – Alibaba-” Her words trailed off as her body arched, legs locking around him, mouth parted in such an erotic moan that Alibaba was quick to follow her down into her unseeing bliss.

They stayed that way for a while, joined at their lower bodies, as their lips searched out one another.

“So,” he murmured between kisses, “Am I supposed to leave now?” His tone was joking, but he wasn’t actually sure how these meetings worked, but he would much prefer to stay wrapped up in the arms of this naked and thoroughly-fucked woman.

She rolled him over, feeling the faint stirrings of arousal in her core at seeing him laying there beneath her. “Not a chance, I didn’t get to suck you off yet, I want to taste you too~”.

They fell back into their embrace, knowing that he would have to be gone by morning, but for now, “I guess I can stay a little longer.”