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 shivered as the room got even colder. More than able to keep molesting him with her hands demurely in her lap, she wanted to touch him more. She ran her hand flat over his belly, stopping just shy of his waistband. "That really is a neat trick, but you don't have to use it to get me closer. I'm happy to be right up against you."

She dipped her fingers just a touch lower, her nail dragging right along his waistband. "This isn't seeing all of you."

[lapsedsaint]

The blessing of his conditioning was that he automatically tuned out both the temperature and any reference to it. He just stared at her as her fingers touched him.

He wanted to run, to grab his clothes and flee. He wanted to step closer still and finish stripping for her. His indecision left him standing there, watching her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She leaned forward and kissed below his navel, then nuzzled down toward his groin. With no way to know how oblivious he was, she assumed it was something he couldn't control well when excited. Since she intended to excite him even more, it just amused her.

"Fine. Be that way." She nipped him. "It just means I'm going to stay very close." She looked up at him as she tugged at his underwear with her teeth. "I said all of you."

[lapsedsaint]

His hands ended up in her hair, leaving it to her to take anything else she might have wanted. The closest he'd been to naked with a woman in twenty years was the time he'd taken a bath at Dagny's. He simply had no idea what to do or say.

His eyes closed and he exhaled slowly, taking five more degrees from the room in the process.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She moved her hands around to his back, resting her cheek against his belly for a moment. Much colder and it was going to be unbearable for her to take her own clothes off. She needed him to relax and get some control.

Rather than do what she'd planned and yank his underwear down with her teeth, she very gently pushed at his hips, urging him down onto his knees. "I want to kiss you again. Please?"

[lapsedsaint]

He lowered himself to his knees and leaned close, pressing his lips back against hers. This was something he knew, something he was familiar with. His tongue pressed against her lips, then into her mouth, groaning softly.

The temperature started creeping back up, slowly.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept her hands on his hips, her fingers digging in as though she had to keep him still. The kiss was more gentle. She wanted him to come to her some, to ask more of her.

Shifting slowly, she got her knees on either side of him and slid closer. She considered breaking out of the kiss long enough to pull off her shirt, but thought better of it when the room kept warming.

[lapsedsaint]

He lifted up some and pressed into the kiss. His eyes drifted completely closed and his arms moved around her. His groan deepened as he pressed forward more.

After a few moments, he pulled back just a little and smiled weakly. "I'm not so good at this."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She moved one hand around to his back to pull him closer. Her tongue explored and teased, drawing her in as much as him. When he broke the kiss she whimpered. "On the contrary--" She laughed softly. "Fancy hearing that from me."

She kissed him quickly, nipping his upper lip. "You are wonderfully good at it. You should keep doing it and maybe try a little bit more."

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned and kissed her again, pulling her closer. His eyes closed and the temperature in the room continued to rise. His hands explored her back, fingers working up under her shirt and touch skin.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She shifted so far forward on the futon that she barely had any of her ass still on it. One foot went behind him, between his calves, and she moved her hands high up on his back. It felt damn good to be so close to him, but she really wished she'd taken off her shirt.

She rubbed her bare thigh against his hip, urging him even closer to her, not that there was much room left.

[lapsedsaint]

He did scoot that last little bit and deepen the kiss as best he could. He was going to be in confession for a week by the time he left. All he had to do was not take that final step. He could manage that.

He scratched at her back, then pulled away from the kiss to pull her shirt off.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She shifted away only long enough to help him with her shirt. Underneath it was a demi-cup bra that only barely covered her with pale pink lace. When the shirt was gone, she didn't go back to his lips, she went for his neck.

She kissed lightly, working her way over his pulse to right under his ear where she nipped. She knew she could leave no marks on this man, no physical record that she'd been this close to him.

[lapsedsaint]

He leaned his head to the side, letting her nip and kiss at him. His hands moved up her back and unfastened her bra, pushing it away to rub that flesh.

His mantra, his attempt to remind himself not to go too far, was failing. He was imagining what she would look like nude, what she would feel like.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Feeling him take one more step forward made her belly leap. She didn't want his hands on her back, she wanted them on the breasts that were fully exposed when she dropped her shoulders forward. Working back down to his shoulder, she twisted just enough to slip the bra off and drop it to the floor between them.

She bit a little harder on the meat of his shoulder, scraping her teeth over his skin.

[lapsedsaint]

She didn't get his hands, but she did get pressed against his chest as he groaned. He got one hand into her hair and pulled her head up so he could kiss her.

This kiss was a bit more firm and needy then any before. And it was accompanied by the continued increase in temperature.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She didn't let the kiss stay gentle. Using her teeth more than her tongue, she pressed him hard. Her panties weren't any more substantial than the bra and her skirt was pushed back so far the only thing between them was really the thin fabric of their underwear.

She slid one hand down his back to his ass, working her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and onto the muscled flesh. Her moan as she dug her nails into him was the last straw for the kittens who both vanished in favor of a spot in the bedroom under the bed.

[lapsedsaint]

Her nails caused him to pull back and look blankly at her. He whimpered softly at the confusion in him. His body wanted one thing, very badly. His mind wanted very much for him to run. The confusion was actually causing the room's temperature to hover near a comfortable level.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She clutched at him that much harder when he pulled back, groaning thickly. She opened her mouth to tell him she was taking him to bed, then saw the look on his face. Another soft groan and she put her head on his shoulder.

It took her a moment to get her brain functioning enough to think what to try next. She had no clue why he was still there, but she was going to keep going until he stopped her. Swallowing hard, she pulled him toward her and up. She wanted to switch places, putting him on the futon.

[lapsedsaint]

He let her guide him, coming to sit on the futon facing her. He put his hands on her arms and squeezed again, then bowed his head. "Told you I wasn't any good at this stuff."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She touched his face lightly, brushing her thumb over his lips. Saying a very quick but heartfelt prayer that the man she molested wasn't even more inexperienced than he seemed, she shook her head. "You're doing beautifully. It all feels wonderful." She leaned forward to kiss him, guiding him further as she deepened the kiss. Her goal was to have him sitting well back before she had to pull away from him again. "I want to make you feel even better."

[lapsedsaint]

He leaned back slowly and nodded. He moved his hands up into her hair as he whimpered again.

When she pulled back, he smiled faintly and nodded before leaning back fully. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "You'd never guess I have done this before, would you."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She chuckled softly. "I guessed it wasn't that often, that's all."

She'd planned to stand before him, the way he had her, while she took her skirt off. His hands felt too good in her hair for that. Instead she shimmied out of it as she kissed his chest and belly.

Her breasts pressed into his groin making her moan. She was going to have to get him bare. And soon. Kissing low on his belly, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Want to see you now."

[lapsedsaint]

He lifted his hips, allowing her to pull his briefs down. His eyes closed, he kept rubbing her head, fingers combing through her hair in an effort to stay connected and grounded. Maybe this was all she'd ask of him.

Maybe.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She cheated a little and got his socks off with her magic as she stripped his underwear off, leaving him completely bare on her futon. Licking her lips, she sat back on her haunches and took the time to get a good look. It crossed her mind that she really did have a thing for fair men.

Her hands rested lightly on his thighs, massaging the muscles to keep herself from just wrapping her hands around his cock. She groaned softly. "Even better than I imagined."