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 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.

[lapsedsaint]

Some part of his mind remembered how to not be a complete klutz in fulfilling her request. He pressed back in the kiss as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He pushed them down as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

As her garment slid out of the way, he pressed his fingers against her skin. Pulling her close, his hands moved to her ass and squeezed.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She helped him the rest of the way off with her magic, wanting him to spend more time with his hands on her. Pressing even closer to him, she dragged her nails over his sides. She was careful with it, wanting to give him as much as she could without leaving a mark. That limit was getting harder and harder to respect.

When she couldn't move any closer, she moved up. It took her a moment to focus enough to get her knees so she could straddle him, but when she did, she didn't hesitate to grind against him. She broke out of the kiss and started nipping his neck, whimpering softly. "Killing who?"

[lapsedsaint]

His hands went to her hips and squeezed, trying to keep her from rubbing too hard against him. His head dropped back and he turned to give her more access to his neck. "Me. Killing me."

He dug his nails into her hips and whimpered, then turned his head to kiss her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"Then we're going together." She nipped hard at his lips, every touch of the kiss an assault. Trying to balance her need with wanting to be respectful of him was getting harder with every passing second. She rocked her hips into his, her own excitement dampening his rigid cock.

"Please. Need you."

[lapsedsaint]

He wanted to resist. He needed to, for his own sanity. He shook his head slowly and whimpered. "Not here. Won't do it here." He kissed her hard, then leaned his head back and closed his eyes to catch his breath.

While he breathed, the temperature started climbing again. He needed her to agree or stop them completely. The waiting would end up cooking her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She whimpered, deeply confused. What was wrong with her apartment? Then she understood. She kissed him tenderly, letting herself sag against him for just a moment. "There's a bed in the other room. Big one, all made up."

Sliding off his lap and away from him was one of the hardest things she'd done in years. She got to her feet and held both hands out for his.