Not a Fantasy

Who: Aiden and Jules
When: Night
Where: Jules's House
Warning: NSFW

After Olivia had left the house for Babylon, Jules took a shower and primped herself up. She didn't care if that would annoy Aiden or not, damn it she wanted to look nice. By the time she was finished, she did look nice. Hot, by Aiden's standards most likely. A tight little black skirt and a shirt that was just as tight and extremely low cut, snow white and definitely a contrast against her tan skin. She'd curled her hair and left it loose, hanging over her shoulders in curly little tendrils. She didn't put on any make-up, having liked the fact that he complimented her more when she wasn't wearing any.

Once she'd finished with her hair, she headed back out into her bedroom to pull on a pair of strappy little heels. Might as well get that little bit of height from them. He was already so much taller than her to begin with, she could use ever little inch possible. She sat on the edge of the bed to put them on, glancing up at the mirror above her head with a little smile. Yes, she was looking forward to seeing Aiden in that reflective surface, that was for sure. Now all she had to do was wait for him to get to her place.

Thankfully his visit with Dorian earlier that day hadn't ended on a sour note as they sometimes did, so Aiden wasn't in too terrible a mood by the time he pulled up in front of Jules's house. He didn't take as much time getting ready as she had... a shower and a t-shirt change was pretty much it. After getting out of the car, he tossed his finished cigarette and headed up to her front door. He knocked and checked his phone as he waited for her to answer.

Jules waited a couple of minutes. She didn't want to look like she'd just been sitting there waiting for him to arrive. God, that would have just sucked and she wasn't going to let him think that he was that important... even if he maybe was. So a short time after his first knock, she made her way to the door, and pulled it open, giving the guy a smile. "Hey." she said, stepping out of the way so he could come in out of the cold.

"Hi." He slipped his phone back into his jacket and stepped inside her house. Once the door was shut, he shrugged out of the jacket to set it out of the way. It was then he turned and got a good look at her. His first thought was that she looked pretty damn hot. His second was oh, fuck. because she was dressed up and maybe that meant he had agreed to take her out or something. "You look great," he told her, letting his eyes roam down to her feet and back up to her face. "Special occasion?"

She shrugged lightly and gave him a smile. "Not really, just thought I'd take a second to look... okay." she said, supplying the tiny little word of praise for herself. She wasn't really fishing for compliments, but she did want to know what he thought about how she looked and when he said she looked great she couldn't help the smile spreading. "Thanks though. You look nice too." she told him, and meant it.

"I look like a bum," Aiden countered with a small smile of his own. Jeans and a t-shirt wasn't exactly nice. "But thanks." He figured she got dressed up for him, which definitely helped his ego. "I talked to Dorian this afternoon. He said he was goin' to help you with your elemental abilities." Which he was still a bit wary about, but a large part of him knew Dorian wouldn't try anything. He wasn't that kind of guy.

Jules nodded. "Yeah, I went there this morning." she told him as she moved to sit down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, a movement that only served to hike her skirt up a little more and showing just a bit more of her thigh. "It went a lot better than I thought it would. We didn't try to kill each other and he offered to help me which was really sweet of him." she said, a smile spreading across her face. The smile was mostly because Aiden was here again and she was practically jumping out of her skin wanting to kiss him, but of course, she'd said something about Dorian and smiled. And that had all kinds of abilities to be construed as being happy about the Dorian part of the conversation. "So, he said I could call him or whatever and he'd show me some stuff. So I guess sometime this week I might do that. Have him come over or whatever. He's not as bad as I thought he was. Guess first impressions aren't always so correct."

"You guys only met once before... seems silly to me that you'd think you would kill each other. Unless that first meetin' was just that terrible." He sat down beside her and pulled off his hat to set to the side. He wasn't so much a fan of that big old smile on her face, talking about Dorian, but hell if he was going to get jealous. He'd felt that twitch internally when Dorian mentioned it, and now it was back. Which annoyed the hell out of him. "Glad he's goin' to be able to help you. He seemed pretty open to doin' so, so I guess he was wrong about his first impression too."

"I don't know if he thinks he's wrong about it." she told him. "I mean he probably still thinks I'm a slut. Or 'overly friendly'. He just knows that I don't flirt with everyone every single time I see them. But we're okay now." Jules smiled. "And he's helping me so I really appreciate it. And yeah, he did seem pretty open to helping me... I mean he offered which surprised me, but it's great. At least I know he knows something about it or whatever and understands and doesn't think I'm a total nutcase or something."

"If there's one thing Dorian knows, it's the supernatural. You can trust anythin' he tells you." Aiden stretched his legs out, fighting that urge to get up and go outside to have another cigarette. He was trying to get Dorian to trust him again, the last thing he needed was to distrust Dorian. Or Jules. "He's got this new woman," Aiden explained, more because it was still weighing on his mind, and partly because he wanted Jules to know Dorian was more or less involved with someone. "He thinks I might try somethin' with her if he introduced us."

Jules tried to keep that smile on her face, but it vanished entirely, replaced with a look that clearly said she was thinking really hard about something that she didn't want to bring up. Would he try something with this woman? Would he want to be with someone else when she was around? He was entitled to, they weren't together after all, but that didn't for a second mean that it wouldn't have her hurting if he did. "Oh." she said softly, tucking a curled strand of hair behind her ear. "Um.. that sucks." she said softly. She didn't want to ask him if he would, even if she was curious and wanted to know. She didn't want him thinking she didn't trust him. Not that he really needed to be trusted, again he wasn't with her. "I'm sorry he thinks that."

"It sucks," Aiden said, emphasizing her word, "because I feel like he's goin' to hold my mistakes against me forever. He doesn't want to introduce me to some girl because he thinks I'll fuck her? Eury was different... he had plenty of girls in college and I never chased after any of them. I fucked up, I know that. But now, I haven't even met this woman, and he's already tellin' me not to try anythin' with her." It was frustrating for Aiden not to have Dorian believe him when he said he could be trusted. He shifted his gaze to her, his look pointed. "Are you wonderin' if I'd fuck this girl too?"

She bit her bottom lip and looked down at her hands in her lap, playing with the little silver bracelet on her hand. "Not this woman in particular..." she said softly. "I mean, if you haven't met her how can you know that you'd have sex with her... I mean... I trust you. Not that you really have to be trusted I mean you're not with me. I shouldn't really care either way right?" She frowned and let her gaze drift up to his. "I'd hope that you weren't sleeping with anyone but me, but honestly, Aiden, if you were to, I couldn't get angry with you. I'd be upset, hurt whatever... but I couldn't get mad because you're not my boyfriend, we're not committed to each other... you don't have to ask me if you want to sleep with someone else." Well this was starting off just lovely. She just hoped he wouldn't freak out on her. "So no, I don't think that you're going to go fuck this girl. I know you don't want to hurt Dorian again and I'd like to think that maybe you don't want to hurt me either. But if you wanted to be with someone else, not necessarily her, I wouldn't be pissed off at you... or something like that but I'm just digging myself a hole and I should really just... shut up." she sighed, looking down again, diverting her eyes from his. She was not going to get upset. She refused to.

Well, he'd asked. And she definitely answered. Aiden watched her as she spoke, watched the tiny tics in her expression, the way her eyes refused to stay on his. They weren't together. She wasn't his girlfriend, and he wasn't her boyfriend. No strings... but they were having fun together, he thought. That was enough for him at the moment. After she fell silent, he didn't say anything for a few moments. He wanted to say things right, otherwise she'd get pissed at him. As usual. "To be honest, Jules, I don't think I'm too big a fan of you fuckin' anyone else either. I'm not too good at sharin', yeah? It's the same for you... you wanna go out with some other guy, then tell me. I'd hate to come over and find out that way and end up beatin' the holy shite out of some guy."

She let out a relieved sigh at that, more than a little flattered that he cared about her enough to be pissed off if she slept with someone else. Her eyes finally flicked up to his after a long moment and she gave him a little smile. "Well... if it makes you feel better, I haven't slept with anyone else since I slept with you." she admitted. And she hadn't. Since they'd become intimate, she'd been a good girl. She hadn't had sex with anyone else which was odd for her, but at the same time, just came so easily. She wanted Aiden. And maybe he didn't want her, but she wasn't going to hurt him, just in case he might. "And I really don't think I want to anyway, so I don't think there'll be anyone for you to beat the shit out of. And for the record, I don't want Dorian. Just in case you're wondering. I wouldn't do that to you. I don't think he would, but I know that I wouldn't."

"I believe you," Aiden said, since he found he did. And he didn't trust easily. Yet he'd told Dorian he trusted Jules, not only with Dorian's secrets, but his own. "Not that I think Dorian would ever do that either, but... I did it, yeah? So he'd be well within his rights to get even with me. But I think he's just a better man than I am, so I know he would never..." Deep down, he knew it, despite his own paranoia at times. Aiden grinned then, more than ready for a change in conversation. He leaned over toward her, close enough to brush his lips against hers. "I knew I'd spoil you for other men."

She gave him a little smile at that, rolling her eyes a little. "Yeah, yeah. I know, Mr. Perfect lover with the amazing cock and magic fingers and god don't get me started on that mouth of yours." she whispered, her voice taking on a low seductive little tone. "What makes you so sure that I haven't spoiled you for other women?" she questioned, blue eyes a bit darker than normal as they latched onto his. She reached out with one hand, slowly running her fingertips up his chest and to his chin, lightly grasping it and holding him there. "Do you really think anyone else could touch you like I do?"

"I think it's a possibility," Aiden remarked with a soft chuckle. He reached up and took her by the wrist to pull her hand away from his chin. "I think you're nothin' but a puddle of goo whenever I touch you. You play the seduction game pretty well, Jules, but the minute I touch you, you don't have a coherent thought in your head anymore, do you?" He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm.

Oh, parts of her were definitely in puddle form, that was for sure. Of course Jules was far too proud to let him think that he had the upper hand. At least just yet. "I've got plenty of coherent thoughts." she told him. "I can form sentences just marvelously. Come up with amazing things that I'd just love to do to you. So yes, there are coherent thoughts. If you're asking if you get me hot and bothered when you touch me... yeah, you do. I won't deny that, but you're not completely shutting my brain down, baby. Not yet at least." And oh boy did he have the potential to shut her brain down completely. She knew he could if he really wanted to. Knew he did at times. "And you know, there are things I could do to you that grown women wouldn't dream of being able to do." she murmured. "So it's not a possibility for someone to touch you like I can, believe me."

"You sound pretty confident of yourself," he said, and it was both amusing and a turn on that she was. Not many women had that kind of confidence in who they were. But Jules seemed to have it together. Aiden stood up from the couch, still holding onto her hand. He tugged her up from the couch easily and slid both hands down her hips, holding her against him. "I think all it takes for me is to touch you in the right place, and you'd probably do anythin' I told you. I like that you're willin' to beg," Aiden told her before nibbling at her lower lip.

A little noise escaped her mouth when he lightly bit her bottom lip. His hands were on her, holding her against him. But two could play at the game of 'touch me in the right place' and Jules knew what she was doing. Her confidence wasn't unfounded. So she slid a hand between them and grasped him through his jeans. "I think that I could get you close to begging too." she whispered once he'd released her lower lip. "Or at least wanting me really, really bad... isn't that right?"

His breath caught briefly when she touched him, and then he smirked down at her, definitely pleased by it, if she couldn't already tell. "Maybe... only I don't beg, sweetheart." Aiden never begged a woman, and he wasn't about to start now. Since they seemed to be playing a familiar game, Aiden slid his hands down and around to her ass, squeezing gently before he began to press tiny kisses along her jaw and back to her ear. She tasted great. She felt great. As good as she looked in that outfit, he wanted to see what was underneath it. Hell, he hoped there was nothing... he preferred her naked.

"I don't beg either." she murmured. "Unless you're... ah... really, really torturing me and I can't take it anymore..." she whispered. God he was a tease. Lips brushing across her jaw, her neck, up to her ear. His breath warm against her skin. God. She gave him another little squeeze before releasing him and pulling back from the man, arching a brow just slightly as she took a step backwards. "I did something else today." she smiled provocatively at him. "That mirror? Well, I got it back up."

"It doesn't take very long before you can't take it anymore," he pointed out when she pulled back from him. Aiden smirked when she mentioned her mirror, and he reached out for her to tug her back against him. "Yeah, I remember you mentionin' a mirror before." His hands came up into her hair, holding her in place before he finally kissed her properly on the mouth. He had been wanting to since he walked into the house, but had refrained for various reasons.

She let out a little pleased moan against his mouth when he kissed her. His fingers in her hair made the kiss all the more intoxicating. After a moment she forced herself to pull her lips from his, lips slightly rosy from the kiss. "Not like I can help it that you do what you do to me..." she whispered. Her fingertips sliding across his cheek and into his hair. "God you're a jerk." she teased, a little smile moving across her lips.

"A jerk is probably the nicest thing anyone's ever called me before," Aiden remarked with mock amazement. "That's so sweet of you, love, thank you." He grinned and then slipped his hands down to slip underneath the hem of her shirt. "Might need to take you upstairs now... if I get these clothes off, I'm not gonna be able to stop long enough to get to any mirror."

"Mhm..." she smiled. "I think you might need to take me upstairs then because I got that mirror put back up especially for you. I'm determined for you to see it." She took a step back from him then. Then another one. Still facing him, she moved her fingers to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up just a bit, sliding it over her tan skin, exposing her stomach to him. "Do you want me, Aiden?" she questioned as she reached the stairs, taking a step or two, slowly, carefully. No easy feat in those heels. She just prayed she wouldn't bust her butt and ruin the mood.

He wasn't too worried about her falling over. It's just give him a reason to scoop her up and throw her over his shoulder on the way up. He followed her, moving faster than she could, given he wasn't wearing heels. "Pretty sure that you know I do," he replied, walking up the stairs after her and wanting to reach out and take that damn shirt off. His eyes drifted down her body again before he smirked. "Are you gonna be able to make it up those stairs and still strip for me, sweetheart?"

Jules bit her lip through a grin, cheeks flushing just a little as she slid the shirt up and over her head, tossing it at the man as she took a few more stairs backwards without falling. "Mmm. I think I can do it..." she whispered, smirking a little seeing as she hadn't bothered with a bra. She knew it'd just be another obstacle to remove and she wasn't in the mood for fastenings. Thongs and skirts and shirts were easy. Bras were annoying and took too much time. "Think you can keep from touching me the entire way up?"

"Absolutely not," Aiden said before tossing her shirt that he'd caught to the side. He took the next few steps pretty quickly until he was one step below her. He caught her by the waist and held onto her before leaning in to press a kiss between her breasts. Did she honestly think she could take off her clothes and he wouldn't be able to touch her? He was half tempted to drag her down onto the stairs and fuck her brains out there. Aiden pulled back long enough to grab his t-shirt up and over his head. He didn't know where it landed and he didn't really care.

She didn't much care where it landed either as she backed up a few more stairs, fingers on the zipper at the back of her skirt, slowly sliding it down and then letting the fabric fall to the floor. She even managed to step out of the skirt and up the rest of the stairs without taking her eyes off of him. She was quite pleased with herself and knew she was torturing him, her lacy white thong and little strappy black heels the only things covering any part of her body. "I knew you couldn't resist me." she whispered teasingly, turning away from him as she started down the hall to her room, deliberately moving her hips in the most enticing of ways.

"Never said I couldn't," Aiden countered, his eyes focused on her hips as he followed her. Her ass looked amazing, which he was sure she knew. Once they were in her room, he managed to get his shoes and socks off before unbuttoning his jeans and tugging down the zipper. But he stopped then, reaching out to grab her and keep her to him. He was a greedy kind of guy when it came to beautiful women and he was itching to keep touching her. He'd never been a look and don't touch kind of guy. "You keep walkin' away from me," he muttered, reaching down to bite at her shoulder.

Jules leaned her head away from his mouth, giving him better access at her skin, eyes closing and lips parting as he touched her. Bit her. Teased her. And god was he teasing her. "How else... mmm... how else do you expect me to keep you following if I don't walk away?" she whispered, her fingertips coming to the waistline of his pants. He'd already unbuttoned and unzipped them for her, so she didn't need him to do much else really. Her fingers pushed the denim down and she pulled her shoulder away from him, sliding her own body down with those jeans. Her eyes stayed fixed on him as she moved to her knees before him. Once she'd let his pants puddle around his ankles, she slid her fingers back up his legs, brushing over his boxers and catching them around the elastic. She gave him a little smirk as she slid those down too, his manhood practically centimeters from her mouth. "Tell me what you want, Aiden..." she whispered.

Aiden was confident that she knew exactly what he wanted, but it was all part of the game, wasn't it? He reached down to slip his hand into her hair, sliding it through the silky strands before twining them around his fingers. "I want you to suck my cock, sweetheart." Well, hey, she'd asked, hadn't she? And that was exactly what he wanted, so why dodge? If she wanted romance and tender words, she definitely had the wrong guy in her bedroom.

She didn't mind the less than tender romantic words. In fact, the way he said what he did had the space between her thighs on fire. "Mmm... I thought so..." she murmured, leaning in to kiss the space where his leg met his body. When she pulled away, his cock brushed across her cheek. She kept her eyes on him as she wrapped her fingertips around the man, giving him a little squeeze at the base of his manhood. Jules parted her lips and slid her tongue slowly across the underside of his cock, from where her fingertips wrapped to the tip. Once there, she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock and looked up at him with smoldering eyes. "How bad do you want me to suck on you, dollface?"

It felt like electric currents coursing through his spine when he felt her tongue on him. A tiny groan emitted from his throat and he felt his fingers tighten in her hair. Aiden could tell already she knew exactly what she was doing and that only heightened how turned on he already was. Opening his eyes when she stopped, he looked down at her, allowing a tiny smirk to form on his lips. "You want me to beg, love?" He figured that might be what she was going for after all.

She bit her lower lip through a little grin when he looked down at her and smirked like that. "Maybe." she murmured, leaning forward to let her tongue roll over the tip of him again. A little further with her leaning and she slowly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, cheeks hollowing out as she moved him even further into her mouth. Silently she thanked god for having no gag reflex to really speak of. Jules moved her lips around him until they pressed against her own fingertips at the base. The tip of him against the back of her throat. Her eyes were on his face, watching him for those little cues that men made when being pleasured.

His eyes closed the second her lips were around him and Aiden felt his head lull back against his neck as a shaky breath escaped him. "Fuck," he groaned, relaxing now and simply enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet mouth. He resisted the urge to thrust, not wanting to hurt her, but it was damn hard to stand still. Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing and it was fucking brilliant.

Jules knew what she was doing and she knew he was well aware of that at this point. She managed to smile a little around him, the tiniest of groans escaping her lips, sending little vibrations over his cock. She continued to watch him now as she picked up a pace, slow at first to tease him. Her hand followed her mouth, the other raising up to press lightly against his lower stomach. A few little movements back and forth and she let him slip out of her mouth with a little popping noise. Then decided to tease him a bit more. Her lips pressed together and she blew across his cock, the moisture from her mouth being on him catching the breath just like she wanted.

Aiden was a bit lost in the sensations pulsing through his body. He found he was stroking his fingers through her hair, encouraging her but not wanting to take control and guide her. She didn't need that since she clearly knew what she was doing. Fuck. His eyes snapped open and he inhaled sharply when he felt her breath against his skin. Looking down at her, his eyes were heavy and clouded with arousal. There was just something undeniably erotic about a beautiful woman on her knees in front of you, and his erection twitched in appreciation before he bent down to grab her forearms and haul her to her feet. Aiden crushed his mouth to hers, knowing if she continued doing what she was doing, he wasn't going to last very long.

She let him haul her to her feet, not minding the kiss, and glad he didn't when she'd just been touching him the way she had. His mouth was forceful against hers, but god he felt good. Her hands slid around his body, liking the press of his body to hers. Only that tiny little scrap of cloth on her and the puddle of denim and cotton at his feet stood between them. Well, that along with those heels she was still wearing. She let out an appreciative little noise against his mouth, almost a whimper as her fingers found his ass, grasping his flesh, nails biting at his skin.

He devoured her mouth, desperate in his attempts to get out of the puddle of denim around his feet. Once he was free, his hands reached down to grip her ass and lift her against him. He closed the distance between them and the bed and fell onto the mattress unceremoniously. Aiden gripped the tiny bits of material at her hips and leaned back to yank them down her thighs and off from her legs. "Leave the shoes on," he told her breathlessly, because damn, they were sexy.

Jules bit her lower lip when he yanked her thong from her body, flinging it away as if it were the least important thing in the world. And right now, well, it was. Her eyes flicked up to the mirror above them and she all but grinned at herself, at him reflected in the glass. God he was gorgeous. "On." she assured him. She didn't want to take the time to remove them anyway. "Come here, gorgeous." she whispered, lifting a hand and beckoning him closer with her pointer finger. "Where do you want me? What do you want to do to me?" She loved hearing him talk and she was determined for him to do so now.

"I want you exactly where you are," Aiden told her. He reached back into her drawer for a condom, just to have it nearby when he was ready for it. She might have been protected herself, but he generally liked to cover all his bases, so to speak. Aiden fell back over her, balanced by his arms on either side of her. "And I think I might want to fuck you until you can't move anymore." He bent down to kiss her again, knowing there was a mirror on her ceiling, but he was completely focused on her at the moment. It was hard not too... beautiful, naked woman spread out only for him. Nothing else was all that important at the moment.

She liked that his attention was on her. Liked the way he talked to her and the way he moved. Almost like a great composer writing out a magnificent concerto just for her. She might never tell him that aloud, but that's definitely how she felt about him and the way he did things. The way he touched her. Jules kissed him back easily, fingers sliding up his back and into his hair, tugging at the strands just slightly.

Wanting to taste more of her, Aiden let his lips drift away from hers, moving down to her throat where he licked and bit gently at the tender skin. She was soft and hot beneath him... everything a woman should be. Aiden shifted onto one arm and moved his hand down to slip between her legs to feel her. Not only was she soft and hot, but she was damn wet too. It only served to fuel the fire burning inside of him. He lifted his face to look down at her before slipping two fingers easily inside of her.

Jules lips parted when he pushed those fingers into her. A little groan of pleasure escaping as she arched her body against his hand. "Fuck..." she whispered out, her chest rising and falling just slightly more frequently than it would normally. The look on his face when he touched her was amazing. Fiery and needful. God, he was perfect. His lips on her skin seemed to leave burning kisses in place even after they'd moved.

He stroked his fingers inside of her, slow and purposeful, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. Aiden loved the way her body moved when he touched her, the tiny noises that she made. He was burning, every nerve seemingly on fire. He just wanted to spread her thighs and thrust himself home. He knew she would be tight and so goddamn hot. It would feel bloody brilliant. But he didn't want to rush it just yet. He wanted to make her feel as desperate for it as he was.

She was moving quickly towards desperate with every single little touch he made. His thumb against her clit, even if it didn't move all that much, still sent shivers through her body. He hardly had to move at all when she was arching her hips against those fingers so easily. He knew where to touch, where to press, where to stroke. Even how to look at her when he was doing so. She could practically feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her breathing coming more quickly, her eyes closing until she forced them open again. One hand slid up over her stomach, then the other, following it's path to her chest. Once there she squeezed her breasts. He was looking so damn sexy while he touched her, she might as well give him something pretty to look at too.

That caused Aiden to inhale again before groaning at the image she presented. Fucking hot. That was all he could think about. "Fuck," he muttered before pulling his fingers from her and snatching the condom from the mattress. He wanted to feel her around him when she came, and if she kept doing shit like that, he might very well go off before he was even inside of her. It took mere seconds for him to get rid of the wrapped and slide the condom on before he moved over her and captured her lips with his own again. His knee nudged her legs apart roughly before he leaned back and slipped his hands under her knees. He drew them up and wide before positioning himself to push into her. Aiden kept his eyes on her face, wanting to watch every flicker of pleasure across her face.

She whimpered when he pulled away from her, but he was reaching for the condom and sliding it on so she didn't dare complain as she watched her do so. She bit her bottom lip, fingers still against her chest. He'd parted her legs and positioned himself against her and then he was looking at her like he was and god he was so fucking sexy. She tried desperately to control herself when he slid into her, but he'd teased her before hand and had her so damn close and then he pushed into her and that was all it took. She was shuddering and letting out a little whimper of a noise, broken off at the end, eyes rolling back into her head. She usually didn't go off that early, but damn he'd teased her so bad before he even slid into her. "Keep... fuck... keep going..." she practically pleaded. She wanted that feeling again.

He had no intentions of stopping. Hell, he wasn't sure he could stop, even if he wanted to. Not after that. It was so fucking hot, watching her go off like that when he was barely inside of her. "So fuckin' beautiful," he grunted, thrusting into her deeply and pausing to savor the feeling. Because goddamn it felt good. He began to move slowly, his eyes on her face still, despite the overwhelming urge to shut his eyes and just rut against her until he found completion. It was what he wanted more than anything else at that moment. He began to move his hands over her, her stomach, her breasts... he just wanted to touch her and watch her come all over again,

The compliment had her face flushing from more than just the sex. She wanted to do to him what he was doing to her, make him feel the way he made her feel. So she pushed him. Fingers grasping his shoulders and shoving him with all her might as she rolled over, keeping him inside of her. She wanted to be on top and she'd be damned if she didn't get to do that. He was deeper inside of her this way. Pressing hard up into her and god it felt amazing. So much so that she could barely even move at first. But she found the ability and picked up a slow rhythm, putting herself in control, doing as she pleased. Eyes on him, lower lip tugged between her teeth.

Aiden knew what she was trying to do, and he nearly resisted, preferring the dominant position, but he relented, since she seemed hell bent on getting him on his back. His hands went immediately to her hips and he arched up and into her again, groaning at the change of angle and depth. It felt... "Damn," he murmured before relaxing back to watch her above him. His finger dug into her flesh, moving along with her, but not guiding her... not yet anyway. He just wanted to watch her ride him, to enjoy the way she bit her lip, the way her breasts swayed with her movements. Just... damn.

Jules knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her and that just made her want him to watch all the more. One hand pressed against his lower stomach, slightly off to the side of his body to keep herself upright. The other brushed her hair away from her face and over her shoulder, then trailed down her body, grasping one of her breasts for a few little movements atop him, then it moved again and slid down to brush across her clit, giving her that extra little bit of help to get to that pleasureful place again. Not that she really needed the help when he was arching against her the way he was. "Oh... Aiden..." she groaned out, head falling back just slightly, eyes closing and then opening again to focus for a second on the mirror above her.

The minute her hand slipped between her legs, Aiden had to clench his eyes shut and force his body to slow down. She probably had no idea what the hell she was doing to him... or maybe she did. She seemed to have perfected this particular dance and his body couldn't do much else other than to give into it. He tightened his hold on her hips, surely bruising her with his fingers before he began to pound up into her, desperate to find release now. She felt too fucking good and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off. He wanted to bruise her, possess her... make her scream.

Bruising her he'd definitely done. Possessing her, damn close if not completely. Making her scream? Well that was answered in the form of sharp little squeals, cut off in the middle each time he thrust up into her. Her fingers couldn't stay between her legs, and the one that had been found it's way to his chest with the other, desperate to stay upright while he pounded into her, her body already shuddering and trying to keep up. She was close and then without warning, she was falling over. She didn't have time to cry out, to let him know, to do much of anything at all. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she let out a scream. A howl of pleasure directed upwards at the ceiling, eyes clenched tightly closed, fingernails scraping across his chest as she shuddered, tensed, tightened and fell forward against him.

That? Was just about the best fucking sound he had ever heard. Aiden could feel her pulsing and clenching around him and continued to thrust up into her through her orgasm, never letting up. When she fell over him, his hands came up to wrap around her back and hold her to him. He thrust again and again until everything felt unbearably tight. He grunted once and tensed as he followed her over the edge. It seemed like eons before he finally sagged back boneless against the mattress, his arms still around her. "Holy hell," he mumbled, unsure if he could even find the strength to open his eyes.

"That's... an... oxymoron..." she manged to murmur out at his 'holy hell'. Hell wasn't very holy after all. A tiny little laugh seeped past her lips and her chest rose and fell rapidly against his. Her body still shuddered every few seconds, little aftershocks coursing through her veins. She moved her head, pressing it into the curve of his neck, lips against his skin, softly kissing at the slightly damp flesh. "Still think another... woman could... please you the way I do...?" she whispered against his lips as hers reached them. She didn't even want an answer, she'd be more than happy to supply her own, but it would have been nice for him to tell her she was right. Still she didn't get her hopes up.

Aiden smirked, his eyes still closed as he felt her lips moving across him. His hands began to rub up and down her back lazily and instinctively he leaned up to press their lips together. Damn, his body was still burning. He didn't think he'd ever felt so satisfied. "Mmmm... don't know. I guess I could test the theory, but I'm too tired to do it now. Sounds like the perfect kind of experiment."

Her lips trailed back down to his ear with a little roll of her eyes despite his eyes being closed. "Fuck you." she whispered. She knew he was teasing, but still she wasn't exactly the type of girl who liked to share regardless. "You've fucked a lot of women, Aiden Quinlan, but none of them were Juliana Ysela Martinez. None ever will be." Her voice rolled the letters of her name, a perfect little Hispanic accent from almost nowhere. Lips trailed again to meet his and she smiled into the kiss. "I had no idea that Irish men made such amazing lovers. I wonder if they're all like that. Maybe I'll have to test a theory of my own."

"Unless I find another woman named Juliana Ysela Martinez, you're probably right," Aiden said with a soft chuckle before he slapped his hand against her ass gently. "See? You've got your own experiment. We could go off... I'll fuck more women, you fuck a few more Irish men, and we'll meet back here in a few years to go over our results." He opened his eyes to finally look at her, more than a little lazy and tired. "Though I think I've already spoiled you for any other man so you'll probably end up bein' disappointed."

She tried her best not to frown at him, but the smile that came through looked a bit distorted as she raised a brow at him. "I'd rather not be disappointed. Guess I'll just have to keep having sex with you."

"Guess so," Aiden agreed with another soft grin before his eyes drifted shut again. "I'd rather you not disappoint yourself either." His fingers began to trail over her damp skin again. "Love the mirror, by the way. It definitely adds somethin' to the whole experience."

Jules nodded a little, resting her head against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beating against it. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and for a long moment didn't say anything to him. Then she just couldn't hold it back any longer. "Aiden... if I asked you to stay with me tonight... would you?" She held her breath and waited for a response already preparing herself for the 'no' that would come.

He opened his eyes at the question, his fingers halting their soft massage against her skin for a few seconds. He had his reasons for not staying the night, but at the moment, he was too tired to voice them. If he said no, it would just result in her getting upset and them fighting and him wanting to storm out anyway. And he had enjoyed himself too thoroughly for him to want to face that tonight. "Yeah," he finally said. "But I've got to leave early... don't like leavin' my sister alone too long with this stuff goin' on in town."

She smiled a little at that, despite his pause. She opened her eyes again and titled her head, pressing her lips to his chest for a short moment, then looking up at him again. "You don't have to stay." she told him with a shake of her head. "I just wondered if you would..." And that was the honest truth, even if she did want him to stay, she didn't want to force him into it. "I don't want you to if you don't want to... but it means a lot that you would..." She lifted a hand and brushed it slowly over his cheek and back into his hair. "A lot..." she repeated.

Aiden resisted sighing, and instead looked at her pointedly. "Do you want me to stay or not?" He didn't want to deal with the whole 'you don't have to if you don't want you' angle of it all. Either she wanted him to stay, or she didn't. If he hadn't wanted to, he would have said no, and she ought to know that by now.

Jules just looked at him for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, I want you to." she said simply. "So, will you stay with me tonight?" she asked, although he'd already pretty much answered her. She didn't let him repeat the yes and instead leaned in to kiss him. A soft little kiss not quite as harsh as the usual ones she pressed to his lips. When she pulled away she smiled a little at him. "Yes, I want you to stay."

"Then I'll stay," he told her simply before arching an eyebrow. "See how easy that is? Ask a question, get an answer?" Aiden chuckled and shifted a bit. "I should probably clean up a bit." Given she was still sprawled over him and he had a condom to get rid of. "And I need to call Shannon to let her know I won't be home."

She smiled and nodded and bit her lip as she leaned up and moved off of him. As soon as he slipped out of her, she couldn't help but feel a little empty and by the time he'd mentioned moving, she was used to him being inside of her so she let out a little whimper as she moved. Swallowing, she shifted over to his side and let him go about ridding himself of the condom and she got up from the bed to walk to the door of the master bathroom. "Call Shannon." she smiled. "And then... you can come join me." she suggested, arching a brow. "I'll make sure you get cleaned up."

Aiden grinned and finally found the strength to get up from the bed. He went to the bathroom, disposing of the condom and returned to grab his boxers. He pulled them on and realized his phone was in his jacket, downstairs. So it took a few minutes longer than it would have, but after he hung up the phone with his sister, he took it back upstairs to Jules's bedroom. "I think things'll be all right," he said. "She doesn't really leave the house much." So he wouldn't have to worry, as long as no ghosts came in to give her a scare. Then again, she saw them even when he couldn't, so she probably wouldn't think a thing of it.

By the time Aiden got back to the bedroom, Jules was in the shower in the bathroom attached to her room. "Bathroom." she told him over the sound of the water. Once he'd entered the room she gave him a little smile through the clear glass door, hair damp and body glistening. "I'm glad she'll be alright. Why doesn't she leave the house much?" she questioned.

Without invitation, Aiden stripped himself of his boxers and joined her in the shower. Naked woman in a shower? Yeah, he wasn't going to miss that. The water pelted his body as he slipped his arms around her. "She's not really comfortable around people," he explained. "Plus she doesn't really know anyone in town yet, so she feels awkward I guess. I don't like leavin' her alone too long. Especially here."

Jules tilted her head to the side a bit as she leaned back against him, almost begging for him to kiss her neck. Inviting him to do so. "Understandable.." she murmured. His body was warm and hard behind hers. Muscular to the touch. Even his arms, which her hands were moving across at the moment. "You're sure she'll be okay tonight?" she questioned.

"Yeah, she'll be okay." Aiden leaned down to press his lips against the pulse point in her neck. "She's stronger than she thinks she is. And I know if somethin' happens while I'm gone, she'll call me. She generally just stays in to paint." A part of him still wanted to send her home to Ireland, but he knew he couldn't send her back to their father. So he was kind of stuck in his decision to keep her here for now.

"Mmm..." Jules murmured in response to that kiss. "You've got a lot of women counting on you..." she whispered. "Have you always been the type of man to be so protective?"

"Don't have many women countin' on me," he said. "Sometimes I think they are, but in reality they're not, and it's just me assumin' they can't take care of themselves. I guess in some instances I'm protective. In others, it's just about possession."

"I'm counting on you.." she told him. "I can take care of myself. I know I can, I've done it my whole life, but Aiden... I do count on you. So... are you protective of me, or do you just like possessing me?" she questioned, slowly running her fingers along his arms.

"Both," Aiden said before he really thought about it. He didn't know how he felt about her counting on him. He was just poised to disappoint her, as he did most people in his life. "You barely know me though," he pointed out after a moment. "Why count on someone you don't know?"

"I know you a lot better than you think..." she murmured, eyes closing as she settled into the feel of his arms around her. "I know that you love your sister and you only want the best for her. I know that you're the hardest on yourself. I know that you hate disappointing people but the person you disappoint most is yourself for disappointing others to begin with. I know you're a good friend, despite your indiscretions. I know you care about Dorian... enough to want his forgiveness. I know you're funny, and a total asshole half the time, but see... when it comes down to it, Aiden, you're not as bad as you think."

He didn't really like that she could read him that well. It made him uncomfortable and had him wanting to shut down on her. But he tried not to, since he didn't want the night to end badly. "You don't know everythin' about me," Aiden said, lips close to her ear. "There's a lot about me you don't know... a lot that would probably make you want to run off screamin' in the other direction."

Jules nodded a little. "You're right... I don't know everything about you." she agreed. "There are things about you I'll probably never know, but I do know you..." she murmured. "I doubt you could tell me something that would make me run off screaming, though I'm pretty sure you've done things that would probably freak me out a little."

"Sweetheart, believe me... you wouldn't be freaked out only a little. I think you're believin' my good qualities outweight my bad." His hands fell to her hips and he turned her around until she was facing him. He bent down to kiss her as he guided her against the wall of the shower. "I've done really bad things... and I only regret a few of 'em," Aiden informed her. "I think it'd be foolish of you to build me up in your mind as a good guy. Because I'm not."

The shower wall was cool against her back, a stark contrast with the warmth of his body and lips against hers. Her eyes flickered shut as he kissed her and they opened again when he pulled away. "I never said that you were a good guy." she whispered in response. "I'm sure you're really a bad one. I'm sure you've done terrible things. I'm sure you don't regret them. But I'm also fairly certain that I really don't care."

"I think it'll be important that you remember you said that," Aiden said before he reached down, his hand behind her thigh, to lift her leg up around his waist. She had done nothing but stand there in the shower, but he was hard and aching for her all over again. "As long as you don't care, then I think we'll be on the same page."

Jules bit her bottom lip when he lifted her leg around his waist, eyes fixed on his. "You want me to remember I don't care about the bad things you've done?" she questioned. "I think I can do that..." she whispered, arching her body just a bit off the wall as her fingertips slid around his neck, holding onto him as she lifted herself from the shower floor, twining her other leg around his waist. He had her practically wedged between his body and the shower wall and damn was that sexy. "Are you a bad, bad man?" she questioned. "Killing things, fighting..." It was odd to her how amazingly hot the thought of him fighting was and her eyes went a little dim at that fantasy.

"It's not anythin' you want to fantasize about," Aiden warned her gruffly before he shifted and pushed into her body. She was wet, and it certainly wasn't just from the shower. "Don't romanticize it, sweetheart. It's dangerous, and it's bloody." Especially for one without much of a conscience. He held her up, pushing as deep as he possibly could, but not daring to move just yet.

She let out a sharp little noise when he pushed into her, her head falling back against the shower wall. "No fantasies..." she managed to get out. "I'd rather not... think about... blood and... god..." she whispered, arms and legs tightening around his body, trying desperately to hold herself up for him. She lost her train of thought, at least as far as the fighting went. Her mind was lost to thoughts of him and how damn good he felt inside of her. "You feel... so fucking... god... so good..." she whispered.

She didn't have to do much in the way of holding herself up. He had her firmly pressed between himself and the wall, and his hands clutched at the back of her thighs, keeping her against him should she start to slip. He watched her with heavy eyes as he started to move. His strokes were slow, almost lazy. He wanted to make it good for her. He could do that, at least physically, since Aiden was fairly confident he couldn't do anything good for her in any other aspect of their relationship.

He didn't have to try too hard to make it good for her. It was always good for her. He'd not been far off when he'd talked about what just his mere touch could do for her. It occurred to the woman as she let her eyes flicker open to catch his, watching his face as he found that slow almost teasing pace, that maybe there were no feelings inside of him for her. Nothing aside from the obvious sexual attraction. But as soon as she thought that, she regretted it. Felt horrible about it. He was a jerk, but she doubted he was heartless enough to just be fucking her more than once because he could. Once was a fling. Twice a mistake. After that, there had to be some type of affection he held inside of him for her. Didn't there? She swallowed air, lips remaining parted as he moved against her. Little moans and praising noises slipping past her lips.

Aiden bent his head down to capture her lips with his, kissing her deeply as his body moved against hers. His thoughts were nowhere near her own, as he was never one to talk about his feelings for women, let alone think about them. He hadn't been lying when he told Dorian that he enjoyed Jules's company. If he didn't want her, or enjoy her, he wouldn't have been there. But he was. With the position they were in, there wasn't much Aiden could do to her other than hold her tight and thrust against her. Again and again until his eyes fell shut and his jaw tightened as everything began to spiral away from him. He groaned and found her lips again.

Jules's body tightened, contracted and she cried out against his mouth. Practically screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls, echoing around the room despite the muffling effect his lips had on it. It seemed like each time they were together, he seemed to find a way to please her faster and faster, again and again. Her fingernails bit at the skin of his back, sliding upwards into his hair as he kissed her, tugging the wet strands. Her body arched more against his, her legs tightening around his waist.

The feel of her body constricting around him drew a loud, shaky groan from his throat and he pulled away from her mouth to sink his teeth gently into her shoulder as his own release slammed into him. And damn, was it good. He continued to move into her until he couldn't take it anymore, and he finally settled, his face turned and buried against her wet throat. Coherent thought could come later, he supposed. All he was trying to do now was to keep her upright and not drop her.

Her body still tensed and released every few seconds around him. His lips against shoulder, then her neck, face buried there against the moist flesh. Her body trembled like a leaf on a tree in the autumn wind, but she held tight to him. Not afraid he'd drop her, but still wary just in case.

Aiden held her up and carefully pulled out of her to set her on the floor of the shower again. He reached out for her soap to start rubbing it over her body. The nice thing about sex in the shower was that you had minimal clean up afterward. He didn't say anything, since he didn't really have anything to say. He was still trying to get his body to cool down and his brain to work again.

Jules's brain was a little haywire too, but a thought came to her and she couldn't help but smile. "We did it." she murmured. "Well, I mean... of course we did it, but not just that." she explained, eyes flickering up to catch his. "We made it through most of the night without fighting with each other." So far, of course now that she said that, they'd probably have a fight, though she was hoping not.

He looked up at her expectantly as she spoke, and then chuckled when she got to her point. "The night's not over yet, love. I don't consider it a successful evenin' until I'm asleep, and wakin' up with the sunshine in my face. There's still plenty of time for you to get pissed off at me for one reason or another."

"Don't jinx us, Aiden." she smiled. Finding a washcloth, she took the soap from him and lathered it up, slowly pressing it to his chest and working the fabric across the muscles there. Her eyes were on her hands, and then moved up to catch his eyes. "You've got a lot of scars." she assessed. "And if you keep doing what you've been doing to me, I think you'll have more." Jules teased.

"I can handle that," Aiden remarked with a grin. "The more battle wounds, the better, right?" He knew he had a lot of scars and he rarely thought about them. The only one he couldn't ignore the long, welted one along his side. It had been there since he was a kid, and it wasn't going away. But that was all right - a constant reminder was all he really needed to keep him going in life. "I wonder how many of these scars were left by women, though."

She frowned, but it was a tiny flicker of one and it didn't last long. "Probably the majority." she said with a little smile to take the place of the slight pang of jealousy. The women who'd been there before him. She glanced down at herself, hardly any scars to speak of, but now, turning purplish already, were the marks against her hips from their previous escapade in the bedroom. "Looks like I've got my share of battle wounds too." she said with a little smirk. "Did you have a good time marking me?"

In reality, if any of the scars he had on his body came from a female, it was more than likely from a hunt than any kind of sexual encounter. Most of the scars on his body came from his father, though few people knew that. He looked down at her body and grinned, though he didn't necessarily like bruising women. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" If he had, then he'd feel bad about it. If he hadn't, then he'd probably be damn proud of it.

She shook her head. "No, you didn't hurt me." she told him. "At least I don't think you did, but see I was in the middle of this really amazing orgasm, so it's kind of hard for me to really think about whether you did or not. Everything aside from that feeling is a little blurry." So maybe he didn't need anything to inflate that ego of his further, but god he was good and he deserved to know it.

Aiden laughed and reached up to brush his hand over her wet hair. "I think you're gonna be okay, then. A little pain never hurt anyone, yeah?" He pulled away from her to set the soap back on the soap holder. "We should finish up in here before the water starts turnin' cold." Which he was sure would be any second, and since he wasn't in need of a cold shower, he certainly didn't want to experience one.

Jules smiled and nodded and shifted herself beneath the water's stream, letting her body rinse one more time. Her eyes never left his body. Still damp and covered in suds. She rinsed the wash cloth and set it to the side and once she'd gotten the suds off of her own body, she moved to let him do the same. "Don't want a cold shower?" she teased. "How else do you plan to get me off your mind?"

"Sleep," he told her with a grin before rinsing himself off as she just had. "Sleep is the best way to get your mind off of just about anythin'." He reached over to turn off the taps of the shower. He was tired and sated now, ready to fall onto a soft mattress and relax. He opened her shower door and reached out for a towel to bring back and wrap around her body.

She smiled, holding the towel against her body and then stepping out of the shower. "Good idea." she allowed as she dried herself off and then moved the towel to dry her hair as well. Then she handed him a towel and headed towards the bedroom and to the dresser, dropping the towel in the hamper on the way. She pulled open her top drawer and tried to decide whether or not she should even bother with clothes. After all, he'd already gone twice in one night, she half expected him to wake her up in the middle of the night to go again.

Aiden dried himself off, watching her at her dresser as he did so. After he finished, he set the towel in the hamper on top of hers and walked over to fall onto her bed with an exhausted muffled sound. He preferred to sleep nude himself, and well, she'd just have to live with it. He had a feeling she would crawl into bed naked too, so Aiden wasn't too concerned with it. When he did happen to spend the night with a woman - one night stand, or not - sometimes being pressed up against soft, naked flesh was so much better than sex itself. Sometimes.

Her eyes moved to his reflection in the mirror on her dresser. Well he'd decided to sleep in the nude, so she wasn't going to bother with clothes. What was the point? When she could be pressed against him, hard and warm flesh. She pushed those thoughts from her head because she could practically feel that delicious tingling feeling between her thighs. She locked her door because she doubted that Olivia needed any type of accidental peep show if she happened to walk by and need Jules for something and then she climbed into the bed with him, tucking herself beneath the blankets and moving against him. He was warm and clean and he smelled amazing as always. Her head found it's way to his chest and one hand moved over his body, lightly resting against his side. She doubted he'd hold her the same way she was holding him, but for the moment it felt right.

He didn't mind that she was laying against him. That had been what he'd been hoping for anyway, a warm, soft body. One arm came up to rest underneath his head, the other coming around her. Aiden closed his eyes and found himself relaxing. He mentally reminded himself to try and get up before sunrise if he could. He didn't say anything to her, since it felt strange to him to say goodnight, or anything like that. He was just content with the silence.

Jules was content with the silence just as he was and for a while didn't say anything. They'd made it through a night without an argument. He wasn't leaving til the morning and as small as that was, she couldn't help the tiny smile that seemed to stay fixed on her lips. She turned her head just slightly, pressing a soft little kiss against his chest. She murmured 'goodnight' against his skin and closed her eyes, letting his heartbeat lull her and trying not to think of how sunrise would probably come too soon.