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 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."

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned and shifted, spreading his legs a little bit as his head lulled to the side. He let his hands leave her hair and move down her arms.

"You imaged this?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She had to laugh. "This, exactly? No." She leaned in to nuzzle first his hand moving over her arm and then his thigh under her own hand. "I could never have imagined this."

With her head inches from his cock, she looked up at him. "I did wonder how your body looked. I wondered how you would react to touch." She moved forward a little more to kiss his hip. "I wondered how you would taste."

[lapsedsaint]

He gave a thick groan and tried to clear his mind. Which was a completely lost cause with her so close to his generally neglected cock. He let his hands lay limp on either side of his hips, palms flat on the mattress.

[aesthetic_mojo]

With no instruction to stop, no indication that what she'd said revolted him, she licked her lips again before moving that little bit to the side required to reach his cock. Her hands slid up to his chest, playing lightly over him, and she licked slowly up the length of his shaft.

When she reached the head, she whimpered and looked up at him for just a moment before taking him into her mouth.

[lapsedsaint]

He was going to tell her to stop. He really was. Then she had her tongue on him and all he could do was breathe. His hands clenched at his sides and he hissed through his teeth. Yes, he'd had sex before, but the woman he'd been with was not, in any way, shape, or form interested in what Charlie was doing to him now.

He shuddered and lost the balance he'd had. The room started heating up again, a slow but steady rise in temperature.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte was too busy concentrating on the way John's cock felt in her mouth to notice the temperature. She was flushed and breathing heavily anyway. Her hands never stopped moving over his chest and belly, working to both soothe and excite him as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Sex was the great leveler. In this moment their politics fell away leaving only the need for human contact. She whimpered softly and took him in even deeper.

[lapsedsaint]

His hands didn't stay at his sides for long. His eyes still closed, both sets of fingers ended up in her hair. He didn't push her to take him deeper, he was just holding on for dear life.

He started to whimper, completely overwhelmed by the sensations of what she was doing. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over his own body, threatening to make him aware of the temperature increase.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She moaned thickly when he was deep in her mouth. To keep herself from clawing at his chest, she slid her hands down to his groin. One hand went around the base of his cock, fingers tightening slightly as she moved it with her mouth. The other hand caressed his balls. There she let her nails catch him lightly, just enough to distract her from her desire to add more touch. Glancing up at him, she didn't think he could take any more.

[lapsedsaint]

He whimpered in complete helplessness as she used him. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked down at what she was doing. But he could only watch her for a moment before he had to look away.

"Charlie...," he groaned out as his fingers tightened in her hair, "killing me. Christ."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She pulled off him a few strokes later, dragging her teeth over him on the last stroke. Sitting with her head resting on his thigh, so close her breath heated his balls, she grinned up at him. "We can't have that."

She turned her head and nipped his thigh before taking a deep breath and moving up, pressed hard against his body, until she could reach his lips. "I'm over dressed. Help me?" She glanced down at her barely there panties, then pressed into a greedy kiss.