To tempt a saint. [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlie took possession of her apartment two days before making the vague offer of drinks to John Everton. So far she had a king sized futon set up in the living room with a small coffee table in front of it and another futon set up in the bedroom. They were inexpensive and comfortable enough to hold her over until she decided how she wanted the space to look. Not to mention it might be a good plan to let the kittens get settled before making too many changes.

Asking John to bring paper cups was a matter of sheer necessity. She had one large mug she used for everything, one set of plates and two pans. Formally setting up housekeeping in the city was going to cost a fortune. Buying a $250 dollar bottle of booze for a man who thought she was an instrument of the devil didn't help. Sitting on the living room futon, she stared at the bottle for a long time. No matter how good it was going to taste, she thought it should sparkle or dance.

Aleister lay on his back at her feet, pulling on the hem of her skirt. She could hear him purring in satisfaction not only at the game but at her willingness to let the game continue. His sister Vivianne was curled into a tiny ball behind Charlotte's shoulder on the back of the futon. She also purred, but did so from a deep sleep. Without moving her body, which might have woken the kitten, Charlotte absently petted her as they waited for company Charlotte couldn't really believe would ever arrive.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

She couldn't keep from arching her backside into him as they shifted. Part of the motion was to keep them balanced but not nearly enough of it. She put one hand on his arm, reaching the other back to his hip. "I can do that."

She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to decide how much of a white lie that was. It wouldn't surprise her in the least if they pushed each other to the breaking point, where ever that was. She squeezed his hip. "You smell good."

[lapsedsaint]

He raised an eyebrow at that. "I smell good? You like the smell of cigarettes, scotch, and sweat? I'm going to have to remember that."

He had no idea why he'd said it and certainly no idea why he would want to remember that. He pursed his lips for a moment, then gave a little shrug as he settled against her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She inhaled slowly, cataloging the components of his scent. The tobacco smoke was strongest, but it couldn't mask the subtle masculine something. Smiling faintly, she nodded. "Why shouldn't I like it?"

[lapsedsaint]

"Smoking isn't the cool, social thing anymore. You'd be surprised how many people don't like the smell." He turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised. "But you don't care about that, do you?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She met his eyes and his expression. "I don't care about what?" She shrugged. "I'm used to Europe where you can largely still smoke where you like."

She started kneading at his hip, pressing her fingers deep into the muscle. Realizing just how much the fabric between her fingers and his flesh bothered her, she bit her lip.

[lapsedsaint]

He tried to stifle his groan at her fingers against his hip. He shifted some and watched her, completely ignoring her question, as his arm tightened a little more.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She arched a little again, moving as though she was testing his grip on her. At the same time she moved her hand back to dig more into his ass than his hip. It took all her control not to add the touch of a third hand to the small of his back so she could pull him against her. "I don't care about what, John?"

Her voice went soft, but it was clear she wanted his answer.

[lapsedsaint]

He exhaled through his nose, eyes closed again. "Socially acceptable." He brought his other hand to her hair, brushing some of it away from her forehead without opening his eyes.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She chuckled softly. "Oh, I care, but only as a practicality. A single professional woman has to have the appearance of complete propriety." Her hand moved further back, inching around until it was finally fully on his ass.

[lapsedsaint]

Even as he railed against himself in his mind, the battle dropping the temperature in the room a few degrees, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It wasn't until she'd placed an invisible hand at the back of his head to hold him in the kiss that she felt the chill. Then she was too busy enjoying his lips to worry about anything else. She concentrated on only his touch to keep from thinking about using her magic to rip off his clothes.

[lapsedsaint]

He knew where her hands were, so the additional one on the back of his head made him groan, the temperature dropping a little more.

He pulled her as tight against him as he could get her without pulling her into his lap.

[aesthetic_mojo]

The chill was just becoming noticeable to her, but she was afraid if she broke out of the kiss to figure it out, he would take the chance to run. She turned in his arms so she faced him, brushing her tongue lightly against his lips. Her fingers dug into his ass.

[lapsedsaint]

He opened his mouth to her tongue and groaned again. He did pull her into his lap, his hand ending up on her ass.

With that contact, the temperature changed direction. Rather than getting colder, it started to heat up, quickly making up the lost degrees.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Careful of their positions, she shifted in his lap until she faced him and could put one arm around his neck. She caressed his neck, lightly running her nails just under his hairline. All her movement pressed her backside firmly into his hand, forcing a moan from her.

She explored his mouth tenderly, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

[lapsedsaint]

He took her invitation, but only for a moment. After his tongue has danced over hers, he pulled back and bowed his head a bit. His hand stayed on her ass, kneading slightly as he tried to catch his breath.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She rested her forehead against his, her shoulders twitching very slightly as she fought back a shudder. Her eyes were closed tightly. "Please tell me you're surprised now." She pressed against his hand so he couldn't pretend not to know what she meant.

[lapsedsaint]

He nodded and licked his lips. After a deep breath, he lifted his head a little and kissed her again, his tongue immediately against her lips. His hand tightened on her ass, pulling her harder against him.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She didn't have time to smile at how he had to brace himself before she surrendered to the kiss. She gave in to her need to touch him as well, moving both hands over his chest as they kissed. Surprised wasn't a big enough word for what she felt at that moment. It didn't cover the burning need growing low in her belly. Whimpering, she played with the buttons on his shirt, uncertain if she should do anything about getting his clothes off him.

[lapsedsaint]

He reached down and covered her hand on his shirt, squeezing even as he kept kissing her. He pressed forward and deepened the kiss, a small shiver running through him.

When he pulled back this time, he leaned his head back against the back of the futon. He was still breathing hard.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She didn't follow him, choosing to sit up straight rather than put her head on his chest. Her breathing wasn't as rough as his, but only because she put conscious effort into keeping it even.

She watched him, searching his face for some sign of what he might do next. If she pushed in that moment, she felt certain he'd go. Finally she groaned loudly. "You taste good, too."

[lapsedsaint]

He opened his eyes and smiled faintly. "Thank you." He squeezed her hand and her ass, then closed his eyes again.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She leaned forward and quickly stole a kiss, nipping at his lip before pulling away. "I want to see you." She was careful with her tone, not letting him hear the slight tough of desperation she felt. "All of you."

[lapsedsaint]

He raised an eyebrow at that and licked his lips again. Then he opened his eyes to look at her. "Why?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She almost burst out laughing. She was in his lap, they were both clearly aroused by their activities and they were both of legal age. In any other variation of the situation it would be a ridiculous question.

"Because you are an attractive man who intrigues and excites me." She moved very slightly in his lap to punctuate the excitement, her smile slight. It was at best a half answer.