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With a starved gaze, Christopher watched while Heresy’s fingers worked her buttons open to expose the body he’d hungered for, for so long. Like a siren, she drew him in further. His hands ran down the sides of her chest and waist before they trailed along her hips. He felt every inch he could while he carefully backed up towards the stairs. They would need to be quiet, though it wasn’t the first thing on his mind. His hands wandered over her ribs while his lips latched on to the base of her neck. He nipped and sucked the tender spot while his hands cupped and groped her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her rose nipples while he backed up, taking the steps one at a time. He wasn’t ready to break away from her yet. The still lucid part of his mind also didn’t want one of the kids to walk out at the wrong time.
"How did I get this lucky, huh?" he chuckled huskily against her shoulder before he slowly began unbuttoning his own shirt as well. With every fiber of his being he wanted to be closer. Skin on skin, in every meaning of the word. The woman truly was a siren.
His kisses left all too soon but she was left with the visual of King Triton unbuttoning his shirt, her breasts still tingling with his last touch.
The word filtered through her ears unable to respond as she watched the man’s fit body slowly revealed. So many times she’d had him, but not nearly enough. His figure was familiar but never old, never boring.
Her craving set in on the tanned skin of a skilled fisherman and businessman, father.. lover. One of many? Maybe so. But the one she didn’t want to give up. She craved power and he was no witch but he was as powerful as a human man could get, money, esteem, fame, connections.
Nothing happened fast enough now. So she sped it up. She dropped the shirt behind her back, letting hook at her elbows, glanced up then let it fall to the floor. She dropped her own pants and panties and stepped out of them before hooking him by her heel, drawing him fast by the hooked bend of her knee and pressed his groin right up against her and said, “Show me how lucky you feel” before capturing his mouth in another heated kiss. “Show me. Show me and I’ll show you.”
Christopher’s hand ran up the length of Heresy’s slender back and his lips brushed against hers. Subtly, he shook his head. “You aren’t going to lose me.” His hand ran through her hair, up behind her neck as he pulled her in so close his lips met hers in a slow, smoldering kiss. These moments were rare for him… between work and worry he hadn’t had a chance to truly appreciate Heresy for all she was worth.
He cupped her face firmly between the warm palms of his hands and deepened the kiss still. There was a hunger. A desperation for her that he wasn’t a stranger to. The woman drove him mad in the best kinds of ways. “I’m fairly attached to you too…”
"Dear God I hope not." She shot back before grappling his eyes with her own, the intensity behind her statement trying to bear into him.
But his kiss, his confession, she wanted more. She didn’t want to just hear it. She wanted to feel it. She reached between them, opened the jammy top she’d put on while getting ready for bed with Diablo, revealing her bare skin, an invitation, a pleading to really show her, that she was open and unafraid of whatever was happening between them. She said nothing, but her delicate fingers danced over his chest.
Christopher noticed Ariel run back downstairs and towards her room and for a moment he worried that she had said something to Heresy— that all of this was too good to be true. In part it felt like it. Though as she stood in the doorway he didn’t want to think about it too much more. He looked back at her in silence for a moment with a soft grin on his face.
"I’m not angry, Heresy," he said as he approached her slowly. His arms laced around her waist and he pulled her in carefully. His forehead rested on her head and against her hair. His thumbs traced their patterns gently on her clothed back and he was content there if not for a second. "Are you alright?" he asked with his brow furrowed slightly. He pulled back just enough to look at her as he spoke.
Her arms went up and around him quickly. “I- I got scared. I got scared I was going to lose you.” Her lashes went up and she looked him in the eye. “I think I have another confession. I am way more attached to than I thought. That was…really scary.” She kept puling him closer in.
"Oh… Okay, yeah," Ariel said as she shifted awkwardly. She had an aching feeling she wouldn’t be here that long. One night wasn’t that bad though and she missed her bed. "Thanks, I’ll let you get back to my dad then."
The whole exchange felt so normal. She seemed normal and for a second she really just wanted to pretend it was. “Night,” she said as she turned on her heel and headed to her bedroom. She closed her door, grabbed her phone and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed. But that was never interesting.
"Well goodnight then." Heresy wasnt’ about to drag the conversation out longer than it had to be.
She left and went downstairs just like that still thinking of what Diablo warned her about.
When she saw Chris again she just stood there, almost nervous to approach him.
Ariel stared at her for a moment before nodding. “I don’t really… My friends aren’t the best teachers. Really my dad said he would but that was last year.”
"You really don’t have to I just thought… Well I don’t know what I thought." That cop out seemed to be good enough. There was no more freaking the hell out.
"Well no. You just surprised me." Heresy was waiting for an interrogation from Ariel once they were alone. She was clueless the girl would ask for any sort of help. "I guess we can go driving tomorrow then, when it’s light."
Ariel frowned a little as she looked up at Heresy. Even with the patch, just the confined space was enough to trigger a volatile reaction. Her lips drew back with distaste and a very shrill growl hissed through her mind. What the actual living fuck are you doing? Jetsam snarled. Don’t tell her a goddamn fucking thing you stupid fucking cunt or I’ll rip your throat out. Her hand went to her temple and she frowned a little, trying to control it. “You’re right I’m sorry I just I had to ask you something.” She leaned against the wall a bit for support and chewed her lip. “I’m not playing any games I need help right now and I don’t know who else can…” Flotsam can you fucking moron! Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up!
"No-" Ariel almost answered him instinctively but quickly shook her head. "Do you know anything,” she almost finished the question but for the life of her she couldn’t. Whether it was manipulation or Jetsam’s genuine fear of this woman she couldn’t think over his screaming and bashing around. It was the only way she could think about it. “Do you know anything about driving? My dad’s so busy and he never has time to actually help me with getting ready for my test. I was wondering if you could. I didn’t wanna ask downstairs because he might get all touchy about it. He’s in a mood I think.”
"Really? Um.. I do drive yes. You came up here to ask me to teach you to drive?"
Heresy was caught a little dumbfounded.