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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[lapsedsaint]

He swallowed hard and nodded, kissing her neck and jaw. "Yes. Like it." He left off that he knew he shouldn't, that he'd feel guilty for it later. "Keep doing what you're doing. I don't know how long I'm going to last."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She nodded slowly, not at all surprised by his warning. She wasn't sure she was going to take much longer, either. They were so close to each other, moving so cautiously, that she had plenty of stimulation. She allowed herself to caress him more thoroughly than she had been doing, an extra set of fingers moving thought his hair as she scratched at his back and ass. "Doesn't matter how long. Just want you to feel it all, enjoy it all."

[lapsedsaint]

He nodded, then caught her lips in a deep kiss. His hips moved roughly, his rhythm lost as his climax ripped through him. He moaned into her mouth as he emptied, the temperature in the room taking a nose dive as he completely lost control.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She didn't last much longer than he, using his uneven movements to grind harder against him than she had been. Tightening around him brought a slow burn of pleasure rather than any explosion, but it reached every inch of her and left her trembling beneath him.

It took her a minute to separate the sensations enough to notice the cold. She flailed a hand to get a grip on the blanket and dragged it over them. Tucking her head against his shoulder, she whimpered softly. "It's too cold."

[lapsedsaint]

He grunted softly, then shrugged, happy for the blanket but unaware of the temperature. As he settled and pulled himself together, things started to even out in the room.

After a few moments he rolled off of her and onto his stomach, burying his face in a pillow.

[aesthetic_mojo]

The shivering when he moved away had nothing to do with the cold. By the time she rolled over to drape an arm over his back, the room was warm, but she still shivered. What they'd done was slowly sinking in.

She nuzzled his shoulder, sighing softly. "Would you like me to get the bottle?"

[lapsedsaint]

He considered her question for a moment, then nodded slowly. He lifted and turned his head, giving her a soft kiss before going back into hiding.

[aesthetic_mojo]

There was no way she was ready to get up, so she closed her eyes and pressed harder against him. The bottle and a cup floated slowly through the living room, neatly moving around the wall between the living room and bedroom to land on the bed next to her.

She rolled just enough to half sit up and pour him a drink, then held it out to him.

[lapsedsaint]

He didn't question, couldn't question, her getting the drink. He just sat up and took the cup. It might not be for swilling, but that didn't stop him from downing half the drink in one swallow. He handed her the cup back, then rolled to bury himself against her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She took a small sip before putting both glass and bottle on the floor. She heard one of the kittens creep close to it and gave it a shove back. Shifting slowly, she got herself partly against the wall so she could hold him properly.

"We've moved past surprise and on to shock to the system, haven't we?" She kissed his hair and lightly rubbed his shoulder.

[lapsedsaint]

All he could do was curl against her and nod. He'd be okay in a few minutes. He knew that. But he was still trying to process. He'd turned Dagny down how many times, and the very first time he visited Charlie, they ended up in bed. It was all too much for him to process.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept up the gentle caresses, using them to settle herself as much as him. She lifted the cup to where she could reach it and finish the drink, then closed her eyes. He felt good against her, comfortable and familiar. She liked the weight and smell of men. She particularly liked that dead weight they achieved after sex.

For a brief moment Dagny, his job, her family and a few other troubling things entered her mind, but she pushed them away quickly. She'd been completely in the moment with him until then, she would stay that way. The other things could wait.

[lapsedsaint]

Once he felt he was settled, he looked up at her and gave her a wane smile. He eyed the cup, then shifted a little more so he could kiss her arm.

He was exhausted for reasons he didn't even begin to understand and very much just wanted to sleep. For about a week. And it would probably only take more more drink for him to be able to achieve that. He just had to get it. And there was no way he was moving again.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She met his smile with one of her own and, catching the way his gaze went, brought the bottle up for a refill. Her original goal for the night had been to get him slowly drunk on the good stuff. No reason not to do that.

She held the filled cup close to his face and spoke softly. "You can have this and a nice long nap here if you will do one thing for me."

[lapsedsaint]

He sat up some and looked at her, giving her a nod as he reached for the glass. "If it's within my power, I will."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She caressed his hair, then his cheek before sliding down into the bed and closing her eyes. "Don't start repenting this until you're actually out the door. There's plenty of time to figure it all out later." She shifted closer to him. "For now, just enjoy what's left of the night and get some rest."

[lapsedsaint]

He knocked the drink back in two swallows, then nodded. Once he'd slid down next to her, he wrapped an arm around her and cuddled in close before closing his eyes. "I'll try, Charlie. Try my hardest." He closed his eyes and willed himself into something resembling sleep. It would be good for a few hours rest, anyway.

He did wake up a few hours later and carefully extracted himself from her arms. He found his clothes in the other room and dressed quietly. Before leaving, he wrote a quick thank you note, reassuring her that he did not hate her or blame her for anything.

It wasn't until he was on his way to work that morning that he stopped to confess. The only details he left out where the ones he couldn't remember or the ones he didn't know. His confessor just shook his head, gave him his Penance, and sent him on his way. It wasn't until John was out of the church that the Father chuckled to himself and said a soft prayer that maybe this would be good for his parishioner.