But He’s My Mistake To Make All Night || War & Peace
@spindlesandrosethorns
Reading order of posted threads:
Spill The Tea (August 22, 2019)
Bullshit Cover Story (November 10, 2019)
Bullshit Detective (November 10, 2019)
Wildcard (November 10, 2019)
Father (November 10, 2019)
Mother (November 19th, 2019)
Word Count: 14,300
Date: November 24th, 2019
tl;dr: Reza’s put down the monster he created, then Reza and Rory have sex they shouldn’t have had
REZA
Reza’s breathing came labored as he stood dripping dry in the shower, skin still burning from the too hot water running over it until he was sure any evidence of the night’s sin was washed away. It wasn’t his first sin, nor his first of that nature, but it was the first time he watched someone he loved draw their last breath because he killed them.
Allah knows there was no other choice. It was kill Mekki and avenge his victims and prevent him from killing more innocents, or let Mekki stain Reza’s hands with more blood. Mekki Masmoudi only became so powerful because of Reza’s guidance anyway.
If killing him was the lesser sin than letting him live, why did he feel so heavy?
Heaving a sigh, he stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around his waist, and headed back to his bedroom to go to bed. Maybe he’d wake up feeling somewhat human.
AURORA
Aurora was at an impasse.
The whole reason she had come on this trip was for this moment. For the moment Reza came back, quiet and withdrawn and heavy, so she could be there. So he wouldn’t get caught in his head, so he wouldn’t be alone. So there was someone there to remind him he was still loved and respected, someone who had no familial obligation to.
But now that the moment was here… she didn’t know what to do.
The shower seemed to run for hours as Aurora paced the floor of her guest room, twisting her fingers nervously in the chain of her necklace as she tried to plan her next move. Should she go and wait for him in his room? No, no, that wouldn’t work. She didn’t want to force her company on him (okay, so she kinda did, but not so obviously). Would just… waiting and knocking work? Ask to be let in and hope she hadn’t ruined their friendship so much the door stayed closed.
Aurora groaned lowly in the back of her throat, rubbing her hands across her eyes. She was making this too complicated, she knew she was. But wasn’t it a complicated situation? He had just killed a man. And she couldn’t even say she didn’t think it was the right thing to do.
Her thoughts caught and tripped as she heard a door open across the hall, and without thinking, Aurora quickly went to her own door and rushed outside. She should try to catch him before he laid down, yeah!
Except no, bad idea, because Reza hadn’t taken his pajamas into the bathroom with him and now they’re standing in the hallway, staring at each other with Aurora in her jammies and Reza in a towel and nothing else.
Well. Fuck you too, universe.
“Sorry,” Aurora said, quickly looking away. “I just- I needed- um, water?”
REZA
Well. Fuck you too, cruel, cruel world.
This was just the cherry on top of the bullshit pile, wasn’t it? Rory seeing him all but completely ass-naked after he murdered a man and washed his blood out of his hair was the last thing he needed. Fuck, god. He just wanted the earth to swallow him whole.
“Kitchen’s the other direction.” Reza said quietly, but without any playful tone to suggest he knew he caught her in a lie.
AURORA
So this was already going so well.
His tone was all off, and Aurora instinctively knew that she needed to step away for a moment, give him a chance to gather himself before she tried anything.
“Thanks,” she said quietly. Still not looking directly at him (though part of her mind was thinking about the morning after the Titanic and wondered if she could see some of his tattoos now). “Do you want some water, too?” she asked.
At this, she finally looked at him, meeting his eyes head on. Not flustered or blooming, no reagents to give her away. Just an honest, open expression, asking silently ‘Do you need me to be with you, too?’
REZA
She didn’t need to see him like this; and he didn’t want her to see him like this. Why didn’t she just stay at home when he told her to? Though, he supposed she wouldn’t be the Aurora Briar he knew if she had listened to him.
If nothing else, he was determined to bring her home from Tunisia untouched, unscathed, and on one piece.
“I…fuck.” He hissed, clutching his shoulder as he was reminded how a flying piece of concrete had gotten him real good. “...could use a glass, yeah. Um. I’m going to put pants on.”
Or try his best with one working arm.
AURORA
She had been doing a wonderful job Not Looking At Him until he had cursed, then her eyes had automatically drifted to his shoulder. His incredibly fucked up shoulder.
Aurora gasped, covering her mouth before she immediately stepped into his space, everything out of her mind except for the bruising and lacerations along his shoulder and collarbone. "Reza!" she said almost like she was chastising him. Her fingers moved carefully along his skin, barely touching him at all. "Lead with the fact that you got hurt, god!"
Now she was definitely forcing him to let her in (although she did note that he had said yes to the water, to her coming back).
"Go put on some pants, I'll get the water and first aid kit," she said, taking off for the kitchen before he could respond, pink curls flying behind her in the dark.
REZA
“It’s not even that bad.” Reza grumbled, hardly making it into his room before he let out a string of swears in his native tongue.
He just barely managed to pull a pair of boxers on in time to hear Rory give the courtesy knock on his door.
AURORA
Aurora was only so quick because she had packed her own first aid kit, sending it through with her checked luggage. So it was only a moment for her to drain her own glass of water, refill it and Reza's glass, then get the kit. She approached Reza's door carefully, knocking softly before stepping in once he had given her the okay.
"Here we go," she said, keeping her voice quiet as she set everything down. Once her hands were free, she turned back towards Reza and gestured to the bed. "Have a seat so I can take a look, please?" Aurora asked softly, pulling on curl of hair nervously. Hopefully nothing was worse than needing basic first aid- there was absolutely no way she was getting him to a hospital.
REZA
“I’m fine.” Reza grumbled, except, in the same breath he swore as the attempt to talk with his hands irritated the injured shoulder. “Just a flesh wound.”
Or twenty. But who’s counting?
“Not like my arm’s off.” Monty Python, anybody?
But he obeyed and sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to sit next to him or behind him and do her thing.
AURORA
"And let's try to keep it attached, aye?" she responded, very barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his stubbornness. Thankfully, he did sit, and Aurora easily grabbed his water and the kit before she went to stand in front of him. "Here," she said, passing him the water before getting on her knees. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, Aurora carefully leaned in so she could get a better look, wincing at how his shoulder was already starting to discolor with a bruise.
"It doesn't look dislocated, which is good," Aurora said as she dug through the small kit, putting out a few antiseptic wipes and bandages. Carefully, she began to dab at the various cuts scattered across his shoulder and then across his chest, staying quiet the whole time. She didn't want to pry or poke, or force him to talk to her when he didn't want to.
Instead she just balanced herself with a hand on his knee, watching herself work as she just focused on filling space and making sure he saw nothing but her trust and care for him in both the reagents curling around her and the way she didn't hesitate around him.
REZA
Reza didn’t laugh at Aurora’s, admittedly, very funny joke. Managed a soft smile though, which he hoped she saw. She always could manage to cheer him up just the slightest bit.
He didn’t say anything. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was afraid of what he would say if he tried.
It was a long moment before he did say another word. “I killed somebody not two hours ago.” Reza deadpanned. “I didn’t even hesitate when I saw my opportunity, I just.” Reza mimed wrapping something around his neck with his good arm. “Garrotted the fucker the second I got the chance.”
“Probably would’ve bled out anyway if I hadn’t.” He said, laughing mirthlessly and not looking at Aurora. “But I’d lost my stabbing knife between using it and then.”
AURORA
She had noticed his small smile, her own lips ticking up in return as warmth washed through her. It was that smile that convinced her that she was doing the right thing, that coming here with him was the right choice.
The slight smile had faded while she worked, and she was finishing bandaging most of the bigger cuts on Reza when he started talking (Thankfully it really had looked worse than it was). Her eyes immediately swung up to his, listening to him silently.
Should she be horrified? Knowing that Reza had killed a man? Killed someone who, at some point, had been in her position. An apprentice. Maybe a friend.
There was no horror though, just… sadness. For him. For Mekki. For everyone. Aurora was silent as she smoothed the last bandage in her hand over a wound against his rib, only hesitating for a moment before rising up higher onto her knees. She reached up, wrapping her hands carefully around his neck before pulling him down just enough so that their foreheads could touch. She didn't look away from his eyes.
"You did the right thing," she whispered. "Not the easy one, but the right one." The government wouldn't have shown the mercy of a quick death. Reza had. And then he had made it back home (to her).
REZA
“Why are you saying that, Aurora?” Reza asked, horrified that she would say such a thing. Him? Do the right thing in strangling his former student to death? Right.
He closed his eyes and gave a labored breath that sounded more like a choked sob than anything. Reza was a dangerous man with more blood on his hands than Mekki Masmoudi’s. The kind of man who should be kept far, far away from women like Aurora.
“I should have stuck to my empty threat of ditching you at the airport.” He said, just before opening his eyes to see her still looking at him, like he wasn’t some kind of monster.
She shouldn’t be doing that. “Rory, stop touching me.” Reza said flatly, without conviction. “You’re getting your hands dirty.”
AURORA
"What were your other options?" she asked quietly, not really expecting him to answer. "Leave it be so he could hurt more people, or turn him in to a government that wouldn't have shown him the mercy of ending his life quickly? He can't hurt anyone anymore, not even himself."
Aurora gently rubbed her thumb against the skin of his neck as he breathed heavily, each one strained with all the weight he seemed determined to carry on his own. Well, too bad, Atlas. You were getting help.
She allowed herself a small, wry smile at his dramatic statement, moving her fingers gently up into his hair by the base of his neck instead of letting go. "You're not dirty," she murmured. "You're just a man. I'm not letting go until you remember that."
REZA
If Reza were a wise man he would have pushed Aurora away. Nobody ever accused Reza of being a sage.
“Not an hour ago, right where your hands are, I had the dried blood of a man I’d known since he was Sabiha’s age. I didn’t even flinch.” He said. “I didn’t— god I feel like my skin is nothing but layers of his blood.”
“Like I cannot get it off no matter how hard I try.”
AURORA
Aurora didn't hesitate to rise onto her feet, pulling Reza into a proper hug as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pressed her cheek to his. What were you even supposed to say to something like that? How could she possibly make this better?
"Mekki was dangerous," she said softly. "To the people you both know and to himself. Reza you tried to help him, and when he couldn't be helped, you took the responsibility for him. Not a lot of people can do that." She pulled back just enough so she could cup his jaw in her hands gently.
"That doesn't make you a monster. It makes you a man, trying his best for the people he loves, even if the best he has is a horrible, difficult choice." She leaned down, pressing her forehead to the top of his head, lips barely brushing against his hairline. "No one expects you to be okay with what you had to do right away, but don't let it consume you, Reza," Aurora murmured. "There are too many people who love you and are waiting for you to come home."
REZA
“Please stop trying to justify it. That’s for me to do, not — not you. It’s not the first time anyway. Hardly the first body I had on my hands to handle. Just the first one I have a damn about.” Reza squirmed out of Aurora’s touch and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand.
“Fuck, Rory. This is exactly why the last thing I wanted was for you to come with me.” He grumbled, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag as he flopped onto his back, wincing a little as he landed on his bad shoulder. “You don’t need to see what it’s like for people like us here, or need to understand what that means we’re willing to do.”
He let his outstretched arms flop down onto the bed, all of his many scars and tattoos clearly visible, except the 36.4073° N, 10.6225° E (Hammamet’s coordinates) that showed up whenever he brought the cigarette to his mouth for another drag. What a masochistic act, loving a country dearly that didn’t love you back.
“I thought that if I even brought you to my country, it’d be to learn something really useful, and I’d show you what’s good about it. Not make you a co-conspirator in my vigilante homicide.”
AURORA
'Well, there was the line' she thought sadly as he moved away from her, her hands cold when they weren't pressed against his skin. If he thought snapping and cursing at her would get her to leave, however, he was mistaken. Having her heart already broken by this man had finally started to toughen her skin, and now she just huffed as she crawled onto the bed and sat with her legs folded beneath her; close enough he could see her face, far enough they weren't touching. She reached out for the cigarette, plucking it from his hands and snuffing it out on the nearby windowsill as she gave him a look that said 'Your dad said no smoking in the house and you know it.'
"I volunteered for co-conspirator duty, Reza, that's why I came," she told him honestly. "Because I didn't want you to be alone in your head right now, so-" she shrugged " -suffer."
She curled her legs up to her chest, fiddling with the lace on her shorts with one hand as the other wrapped around her knees. "I still want to see more of Tunisia, and learn more and all that good stuff, but right now I'm here for you. Let me be."
REZA
“Merde.” He hissed when Rory took his cigarette.
“I’m not suffering.” Reza replied, shaking his head in disbelief she’d even say that. “I mean I am. Generally. Not because of you, though.”
He turned over on his side, laying on his good shoulder, to better talk to Aurora. If this were a year ago he’d reach out and affectionately play with her hair. But he knew about her feelings now. Stoking the flames even if touching her like that would comfort him wasn’t something friends did.
“Yeah I...suppose I should buy return flight tickets. Didn’t want to waste money in case…”
AURORA
Flopping down on her back next to Reza, she turned so she could look at him with a faint, wry smile. She had long accepted her status as the annoying friend who pushed too much, and maybe she would have joked about it any other night. But this wasn't about her fumbling to find her footing in a world where her feelings had been firmly rejected. This was about Reza.
"We can figure that all out tomorrow," she told him, resisting the urge to pet his hair back out of his eyes. "There's no rush. Tonight, just tell me what I can do to help," she said softly. "At least with the non-Me related suffering."
REZA
“I don’t know Rory.” Reza groaned, closing his eyes and willing his racing heartbeat to settle so he could feel like his entire world wasn’t spinning like a coin on a tabletop. “I don’t know.”
As his breathing felt normal again he opened his eyes and shrugged his injured shoulder. “I just. Don’t. I don’t feel like a person anymore. The other times I had to kill someone, they came at me with the intent to kill first. But I — I hunted Mekki Masmoudi down for years. Even from my hospital bed in Austria I was gathering intel on his movements.”
AURORA
Aurora still wasn't convinced what he did was entirely wrong, what with morality being more of a grey scale than black and white, but it was kind of odd hearing him talk about how premeditated it all had been.
Not weird enough to make her move. But just enough to make her sad. It was a lot for one person to shoulder.
"When I'm dissociating," she started quietly, "I like to find something to ground me. Remind me who and where I am, and that I take up space in the world. Sometimes it's knitting, sometimes it's a friend." Aurora held out her hand to him, not pushing, never pushing; just a quiet, earnest offer.
REZA
“Oh. Is that what I’m doing?” Reza said slowly, ending with a sad little laugh. “Add that to the kinds of fucked up I am I suppose.”
He took her hand and squeezed gently.
AURORA
"It's the closest thing I can think of," Aurora said with a small shrug, twining her fingers between his and rubbing her thumb against his hand in slow, steady movements.
"It's not a new kind of fucked up, it just happens." Thinking of her mother, Aurora turned on her side so they were facing each other and took his free hand in hers before pressing it to his chest over one of his many tattoos. She could faintly feel his heart pounding away under his skin. "Breathe in for five beats, out for five," she instructed, demonstrating with a slow in and out as she tapped out his heartbeats against his hand.
REZA
“Okay.” He muttered, thankful for Aurora’s steady presence.
Reza still wished she would have stayed in England, and always would, but he was glad she was here. He periodically closed his eyes as he synced his breathing with counting to five until he thought he could look right at Rory without devolving again.
“I. How can you just...be here?” With him. Alone. And not be afraid of him now?
AURORA
She watched over him carefully as his breathing went even, not moving closer no matter how much she wanted to press against his side and tuck herself against him. He didn't ask for cuddles? She wouldn't cuddle him. She would only give the comfort he asked for.
His question made her blink owlishly at him for a moment, before she smiled at him softly. "Because I know you," she said gently, raising their joint hands so she could press her cheek against the back of his hand. "Because I trust you."
'Because I love you,' she didn't say, praying that her magic wouldn't give her away. He got nervous around her love, clammed up and awkward like he thought she expected more from him. She never had, and tonight certainly wasn't an exception. Thankfully no flowers bloomed between her curls.
"I want to be here," Aurora reassured him.
REZA
“I’m...glad you do.” Reza said slowly, squeezing her hand tighter before coaxing her slightly closer to him. He didn’t dare slip his arms around her to cuddle her properly, but just. Just short of that.
That was all he could say. He only laid there, staring at either her or the ceiling, for a long while.
“Aurora, aren’t you disgusted, though?” He asked quietly.
AURORA
Aurora let herself be tugged ever so slightly closer, looking up at him with wide, lilac eyes as her heart raced out of her chest. He didn't say anything else for a long while, and she let herself relax; curling closer to him until they were just shy of touching.
Her eyes had slipped closed when he had finally asked his question, and she opened them slowly to look at him. She wore the same, soft smile as she wiggled closer, tucking herself under his chin carefully. "Not even a little," she promised him softly, clasped hands still caught between them.
REZA
Reza let out a tiny, pained noise as her insisting it was fine. Everything was fine. They were fine. He was fine. When it wasn’t, he wasn’t. God, he could still smell Mekki Masmoudi’s blood, as if his bleeding body was in this room.
“The sickest part? I felt accomplished when the deed was done. It was a comfort. What kind of person -” Reza let out a shaky breath and idly played with Aurora’s hair. “You should run far away from anything to do with me, Aurora. My hands are bloodier than they’ve ever been now.”
AURORA
His hand in her hair was almost enough to distract her, almost enough to keep her curled up close to him. But she knew that edge to his tone, knew the reagents that curled around him like chains. She knew where his mind was at, and soft cuddles wouldn't snap him out of it.
Aurora pushed herself up on to her elbow, frowning at Reza as she twisted so she was kneeling on the bed instead; leaning over him and dominating his field of vision. "Hey," she said, voice gentle and firm as she took his hands in her own. "I told you, what you did was the right thing to do." She pressed his hands to her cheeks, leaning fearlessly into the hands that not three hours ago had ended a man's life. Her eyes caught his, steady and determined.
"Nothing you can do will scare me away," she told him. "I won't run from you. Besides, we both know I don't take directions well," she said with a small grin.
REZA
Reza’s breath hitched as Rory leaned over him, her hair falling in his face and keeping him from being able to look at anything else but her. Gasped as she made him touch her face without moving to shy away from him at all.
How she still saw a person instead of a bloodlust driven murderer inhabiting his skin was beyond him.
“That much is true.” Reza acknowledged with a nervous laugh as his eyes remained unable to look away from hers. “That’s…”
He trailed off as he suddenly became hyper aware of her breathing, and of her hair just touching his skin, and of his hands on her skin. There she was, all trusting, and pure, and good. She was so close to him and yet, too far away.
“Rory?”
He didn’t give her time to answer before he pulled her down on top of him and kissed her like it was the only way to feel real again. And, really? It probably was.
AURORA
She had noticed when something in his eyes had changed; something had darkened and risen to the surface that made her toes curl a little. It wasn't a look she was used to from her master, and it may have taken her breath a little. Her cheeks flushed under his hands, but she still didn't shy away. She met this side of him too, straight on and without a trace of fear.
For a moment they just stared at each other, tension seeming to curl in the air between them, and then he was calling her name and pulling her down and-
And-
Aurora melted into his chest as he kissed her, not hesitating to kiss him back as her eyes fluttered closed. It was embarrassing how many times she had imagined this, imagined his lips on hers and what it might feel like, but this was more than she had ever expected. He was broad and warm and she could feel his heart racing under her hand and it just made her kiss him harder, heat flushing down her spine and making her whole body tremble.
It took a shamefully long time for her to remember exactly where they were and why they were here, but it was enough to make her break the kiss. It wasn't enough to get her to move away from him, however, and she could feel their chests pressed together and their lips brushing as she struggled to catch her breath. "Reza?" she asked softly, voice wrecked with longing.
REZA
If he hadn’t downed the last few shots worth of his father’s boukha in the shower, he probably would have pushed Aurora away from him and frantically apologized for crossing that line. Except, even if his inhibitions weren’t lowered, Reza wouldn’t have wanted to apologize. It was just the right thing to do. He only ever wanted to do right by her.
If Reza were smart, he would get out of this situation before it went too far to walk back.
“Shh,” he whispered against her mouth, stretching up to kiss her again with even more fervor.
God, she was beautiful, and he hated how he noticed that about her, and had for months. It made his guilt over not wanting her back ten times worse. Except he did. He did want her, but not exactly in the same way. And that was what made him keep her at arm’s length when he wanted the opposite.
He wanted her sexually, wanted her to talk his ear off about knitting and cross-stitch even though it was all so lost on him, wanted to share his country and his culture with her, learned to like Scottish accents because of her, and wanted to know that she was doing well every day. But she loved him. It was unfair of him to welcome Aurora’s affections when his affection for her didn’t quite evenly match up. He didn’t want to give her what he could only for her to be hurt at what he wasn’t sure he could give.
If Reza was smart, he’d stop this right now.
His hands drifted to her pajama top, and slipped under it, her skin warm under his hands. “Please?” Reza asked against her mouth as they teased upwards towards her breasts.
Reza never claimed to be smart.
AURORA
She was going to burst into flames.
Aurora could only sigh as he kissed her again, trembling against him as he stole her breath. Oh, this was such a bad idea. Why couldn't she have just stayed cuddled against him nice and platonically!? Why did she have to move and set off… whatever in Reza that made him arch up to her!?
Why, when she knew how fragile they both were, wasn't she stopping this?
She kissed him back easily, matching his passion with her own as her fingers dove into his curls and held him close. She should leave the bed- hell, she should leave the room! But that would mean being on her own again, and tonight… she just couldn't do it tonight.
Not when she had spent hours sitting in the living room, watching the sky grow dark as she waited. Not when she had sat alone, occasionally joined by Abdelmajid, and tried not to think about how likely it was that Reza wasn't coming home.
She could have lost him tonight.
His hands met the skin of her waist and she gasped, pressing closer with a mewl as heat diffused against her skin at his touch. Her side was starting to cramp from how she was awkwardly positioned - her legs tucked under her and to one side while her torso was draped on top of him - and she didn't hesitate to swing one leg over so she was straddling his stomach, pressed completely against him.
She could taste the cigarette and a hint of alcohol on his lips, but God help her, it just made her press closer.
"Yes," she breathed, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth before dotting slow, wet kisses along his jaw; his pulse beating against her lips. "Please," Aurora whimpered, clutching him tighter. "Reza, please."
REZA
If Reza was smart, he would take his hands off of her and hold them above his head, and apologize profusely. As established, however, Reza wasn’t smart. He let instinct and need take over when Aurora gave him the okay to go further.
He was pulling her shirt up to grope her breasts before she’d even finished the second ‘please.’ “My god, Rory.” Reza gasped as he kneaded them and slid the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. “Amazing. Fitting of the rest of you.”
By that he really, truly did mean she was beautiful. The words just didn’t come yet. Got a bit distracted, see. He was always a tits man.
Reza tugged her tank top off once he’d felt her up enough and only mouthed ‘wow’ as he looked up at her straddling him in her full topless glory. He slipped a hand inside her pajama shorts, letting out a pleasantly surprised hum when he was greeted with her wetness instead of underwear. He flicked a finger in there a few times to find her clit, then withdrew his hand to taste her.
“I’m going to need more, habibi. Can I please make you come first? Please, I want - I want to taste you.”
AURORA
Aurora gasped when Reza lifted her tank top and bralette up enough to grab hold of her breasts in his large hands, her back immediately arching into his hold as her eyes slammed shut. Oh, fuck, it had been forever since anyone had touched her. Longer still since it was someone she cared about. She was writhing on him within seconds, biting her lip to keep in her gasps as her fingers curled and tugged helplessly on his hair.
Forget the emotional trauma that was sure to follow, she should stop this just because he was going to make her dumb and needy with those hands of his.
He tugged on her top again and Aurora shakily sat up, helping him get her tops off and throwing them carelessly to the floor. Her eyes didn't leave him even as she tossed her hair back and out of the way, hands splayed across his chest as she panted. She hummed as his hands moved across her skin, fingers and toes curling as his fingertips danced below the waistband of her shorts. They soon dipped lower, and Aurora could feel her whole face and chest flushing darker when she realized how wet just a few kisses and some heavy petting had made her. She gasped, rocking her hips against his hand, and barely bit back a whine when he removed his fingers.
Of course, his question made all complaints flee her head, and Aurora leaned back down so she could run her fingers back through his hair. Her lower lip got caught between her teeth as she nodded, pressing herself closer to him. "Yeah, I- I don't think I'd mind that," she attempted to joke, but she was too breathless and needy to make it a good attempt. Instead she kissed his chin, bringing her hands down his neck and across his shoulders slowly. Needing to feel every part of him. Needing to feel his heartbeat under her palm.
REZA
Reza damn near clapped his hands in excitement when she said yes. One of his favorite parts about sex was seeing how many orgasms he could give a woman before he was even inside her. With how malleable Rory was under his touch, it must have been a while since she’d been with somebody whose first priority was pleasuring her into an absolute incoherent puddle.
He flipped her over onto her back and leaned over her, kissing her and biting at her lip as he made to kiss down to her waistline. He bit at her skin just above the waistband of her silky shorts as he began to tug them down.
“Fuck,” he gasped after pressing a kiss to where he’d just bit at her. “I can’t get you undressed fast enough.”
The green black lace trimmed shorts were only barely discarded before he dove right in between her legs and gave a satisfied little laugh as he pressed the first teasing kiss to her inner thigh. “Rory,” he practically simpered, massaging her thigh as he kissed and nipped at her skin. “You’re so beautiful, Rory. And I feel - I feel real again.” He punctuated that with a kiss.
“I feel human.” He repeated, dragging a finger slowly up her thigh. “Right here-” his finger moved to her clit. “-being allowed-” he flicked her clit as he continued talking. “-to worship you like this. Like you goddamn deserve.”
“So gorgeous.” Reza whispered, before turning his head to get a better angle, and before he could properly inhale once more, his tongue was on her. He moved in circles, up and down, changing what he did every so often so she couldn’t get too used to one pattern. The whole time, humming with satisfaction against her as he tasted her and felt her writhe with pleasure.
He reached up to grope one of her breasts while he stuck his tongue inside of her for the first time. God, Rory’s body was his new favorite place to worship. Reza continued like this for a while, alternating between licking inside her, sucking on her clit, and lapping up every drop of her wetness that he could.
“Okay,” he gasped against her folds. “This isn’t enough. Rory, I want you to sit on my face. I want you to come on my face. Twice. You’re going to come twice. That’s not optional.”
AURORA
Aurora clung to his shoulders as he flipped them over, letting out a huff of surprise as she settled into the mattress and tugged him down to her. The mood in the room had completely shifted from the gloom from before, and even though a voice at the back of her head kept whispering ‘You shouldn’t do this, you almost lost him, he killed a man’, she decided to hold onto the feeling of euphoria that came from having her master’s full attention on her.
Thank god she had shaved earlier.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had gotten her naked, and Aurora would have a long, introspective conversation with herself about self-control later. Right now she was clinging onto the pillow under her head with both hands, watching Reza with wide eyes as her blush got deeper and deeper. He looked so fucking gorgeous with her legs over his shoulders, and Aurora whimpered as she writhed under him; toes stretching and curling as she tried to keep from trembling like a leaf.
Somehow, she had never imagined he would be so conversational, and it caught her off guard in the best way. Even if he wasn’t currently kissing across her thigh, hearing him call her beautiful in that pretty voice of his would have been enough to get her off on its own. As it stood, she could only pant and whine, arching up towards him desperately. Her own words had long fled her, leaving her mute and vulnerable.
Until his tongue stroking up her slit shocked a “Fuck” out of her, her hips rocking towards his face as her nails threatened to rip into his pillowcase. Her head fell back, eyes squeezed tightly shut as the feelings of his mouth on her overwhelmed her senses entirely. She actually hiccuped the first time his tongue speared into her, clutching her hand over his on her breast desperately as she pressed her heels into his shoulders.
She finally looked back down at him when he began to speak, lilac eyes blown wide, and she could only nod frantically. She held her hand out to him, letting him pull her up and collapse against his chest. Her hands went to his waist as she kissed her way from his collarbones to his neck, scraping blunt teeth against his dark skin as she pulled and pushed him until he was laying back down with his head resting on the pillows. If she didn’t have something to hold onto, she was just going to die.
“Lie down,” she murmured, pressing another kiss to his jaw before she rose up over him onto her shaking knees. For a moment, she looked confused as she tried to figure out exactly how to get into position - it wasn’t like any of her previous partners had asked her to sit on them before - but eventually she just put a knee by his ear and swung the other leg over him. She sat on his chest shyly - careful not to put weight on his bad shoulder -, running her fingers through his hair. “I don’t-” she started, rocking incrementally closer. “Show me?”
REZA
“Relax and let me guide you where I need you, sokar.” Reza said, gently pulling one of Aurora’s knees next to his head on the bed. “Put your weight on your knees on either side of the bed, and you’ll want to hold onto the wall. Don’t be afraid to pull my hair and drive me further into you if I’m not doing good enough.”
Once he was confident she was in position, he didn’t give her one spare second before he gripped her ass to guide her to his mouth and went for it. He reached up to grope one of her breasts and roll the nipple between his thumb and index finger as he closed his eyes and dove all the way in between her legs.
As his tongue darted inside of her again, he took his hand from her breast and rubbed circles over her ass before pulling his hand back and bringing it down sharply. God, she had a great ass. Maybe sometime he’d spank her properly, really get to know it well.
From under her, he finally opened his eyes to meet hers and watch her tits sway as she writhed at his ministrations, now focusing on her clit again.
AURORA
Aurora followed his directions, bracing herself against the wall with a heavy blush. Everything about the situation seemed surreal, from his head between her legs to her own nudity, and Aurora wondered if she was simply having a very vivid dream while she waited for Reza to come home.
And then his mouth was on her again, and all thoughts about dreaming the moment up fled her mind.
Her back arched above him and away from the wall as she gasped. Her hands pressed against the wall and she tried to get her breathing under control. His hand came up to her breast and that attempt was quickly abandoned in favor of gripping his hand tighter to her. "Reza," she moaned softly, hips shifting ever so slightly forward against his mouth.
She whined when his hand was removed, only to yelp in surprise when it came down hard on her ass. Her hips tried to lift up from the shock, but his broad hands held her in place and Aurora could only press her forehead to her arms and try not to get lost in the sensation.
It seemed purely by accident that their eyes met past her breasts and messy curls of hair, and Aurora flushed shyly as she gave him a weak smile. Only for her mouth to drop open when his tongue moved against her in a way that seemed to send pleasure through her whole body. She moaned wordlessly, eyes scrunched closed again as one hand went down to grab onto his hair and press him closer; silently begging for that same feeling again.
After that, it didn't take much longer before Aurora's head was thrown back with a soundless cry as her first orgasm cracked through her. It hadn't taken long at all, embarrassingly, but in her defense, it had been four years since someone else had given her an orgasm at all (probably longer, actually). She slumped against the wall, gently tugging Reza's mouth away from her body once the aftershocks had passed. "S-sorry," she stammered. "Just… let me breathe, for a second."
REZA
Reza pouted, literally goddamn pouted when Aurora pulled his mouth away, but was happy to lick the taste of her from around his mouth while she slumped against the wall. He coaxed her into leaning back to rest on his chest and reached up to twirl a lock of her hair around his finger.
“Take all the time you need.” He said, gathering his own breath as he just watched her. “We can do something else too. Just tell me what you need, Rory.”
He ached to be inside of her, but he could also spend hours between her legs like this and just watching her fall apart. It was beautiful - she was beautiful, and he was stupid to take two years to see that much.
AURORA
There was sweat dripping down along Aurora’s spine as she panted, her hands still pressed against the wall. She opened her eyes when she felt Reza begin to play with her hair, and she let out a breathless laugh at his pout. “Sorry, it’s just… been a while. It’s a lot,” she said, smiling softly as she reached down to pet through his hair. “In a good way,” she reassured.
Her hands slid down to cup his jaw in her hands, her thumb brushing against his lower lip. “What about you?” she asked. “What do you need?”
REZA
“Oh? That’s a shame.” Reza said, running his hands over her body. “It’s damn near criminal.”
Who let her go so long without somebody making her come that she acted like she’d never been touched before under his hands?
And then she went and made this softer than it had any right to be. Asked him what he needed. It’d only disappoint her if he said something that a straight white boy would say — ‘to fuck you.’ So he didn’t say anything and just pulled her down into a kiss to keep her from saying anything else so soft.
This wasn’t a love story.
“I need you. Tonight, that’s all. I just need to —” to be inside of her and feel her claw at his back to know he’s alive, and to hear her cry out from his touch so he can remember his hands don’t have to mean death. “— see you forget how to speak.”
AURORA
It took a bit of awkward shuffling in order to kiss Reza when he pulled her closer, but soon she was situated lower on his stomach and reveling in the feeling of their skin pressed together. His heart beating fast against her own, occasionally falling into time with each other. She clung to his shoulders and hoped it would be enough to keep him in that moment with her.
Aurora let out a brief snort at his reply, folding her arms over his chest so she could look down at him with a grin. "Oh, I see. This is just an elaborate plan to get me to shut up for once," she joked, kissing his lips briefly before running her hands down his chest until they bumped into her own legs. Her thumbs brushed briefly against his nipples and then her fingers danced across his collarbones and below, trailing the scars and fresher wounds on his dark skin.
As her own hands explored him, she began to kiss down his throat again. Her lips followed his pulse until her teeth could scrape carefully against his shoulder. Despite his beliefs, there was no metallic tang of blood or dirt or whatever, just skin. Just him and her, pressed together like it was all that was keeping them grounded.
She began to move slowly down his body, leaving kisses and faint scratch marks wherever she went, until her hips were pressed against his. Namely against the hard length under his sweatpants. Aurora hummed softly, lilac eyes looking up at him through her messy hair as she kissed the spot right against his solar plexus, rolling her hips slowly down against his as her fingertips dug against his stomach.
REZA
“Well it’s working, isn’t it?” Reza shot back as she shifted to kiss her way down his body. He tangled his fingers in her hair when it was within his reach, tugging slightly as she kissed over his multiple scars.
Don’t do that, a part of him silently scolded her. You don’t need to be reminded of what kind of person I really am, or of what kinds of things I’ve done and what messes I’ve gotten myself into.
She was touching the body of a war ravaged man who let living in conflict turn him into a murderer on more than one occasion. He would’ve been wise to push her away rather than keep giving in to her touch, but all he wanted was to be inside of her and not be able to tell where he ended and she began.
Part of him - the same part that took a small bit of pleasure in killing Mekki Masmoudi - wanted to see what she’d look like if he took her and just messed her up. He wondered how pretty her face would look with his handprint on it as she rode his cock; and imagined what sounds she might make with his fist inside of her while her wrists were bound to the bedframe so she couldn’t even claw at him.
That was him after all, wasn’t it?
“F-fuck,” he gasped out, half at her movements and half at his own graphic fantasies about his student he hadn’t had before now.
AURORA
Aurora grinned at his curse, grinding down against him harder. "Mmm, not quite speechless yet," she teased, tossing her hair back over her shoulder in a cascade of pink and gold curls. Now that she was straddling his hips, a position she was much more familiar - and comfortable - with, she felt some of her confidence returning as well. Seeing how Reza looked at her and hearing him curse because of her only helped.
(She knew, in the most honest part of her heart, that he was using her. That his desire for her was at least in part just desire to be distracted from what had happened. What he had done. But as long as she remembered that, as long as she repeated to herself 'He can't love you', Aurora found she didn't mind. She wanted to forget too. Forget the terror of not knowing whether she'd ever see him again. For the night, they could just use each other.)
Aurora smiled at Reza as her fingers traced over one of his many tattoos, slowly working her way down. "Though, to your credit," she started, her voice low and curling around each word, "it's not a bad plan." Peering at him through her lashes, Aurora tugged on the hem of his sweatpants. "I can certainly think of a few things I'd rather be doing with my mouth rather than talking."
It was half tease, half question; the young woman waiting patiently for confirmation that she could move them along. Or, at least, that she could get them to equal levels of undress.
REZA
Hardly fair, was it? That he’d gotten right to seeing what kinds of things he could do to her with his mouth and she was teasing him like this. Except that was part of the fun. It was pretty hot, her watching him intently through her lashes for his permission.
Hot. Not exactly useful.
“Go on then. Show me what those things are.”
AURORA
As much as she wanted to play at sultry temptress, when Reza gave her the go ahead, she had to bite down on her giddy smile before rising onto her knees so she could lean further up and kiss him quickly on the mouth again. Their height difference had never been so pronounced, and it was really doing something to her. Of course, she had always loved how he towered over her, but now that she was the one on top of him, it just made her feel hot all over.
“Impatient,” she accused playfully, eyes sparkling. Aurora kept one hand over his heart as she made her way down his chest, kissing and tonguing at his skin with just the lightest bit of pressure. It wasn’t long until she was at his hipbones, and she finally brought her hand down so she could trace her fingers across them. God, he was handsome. Aurora couldn’t resist the urge to scrape her teeth lightly across his skin as her hands smoothed down to his thighs. She could feel the muscle there, even under his pajamas.
That wasn’t the only thing she could feel.
The tent in his sweatpants was pressed against her collarbone as she mouthed at his skin, and that alone made her knees shake with anticipation. She had gained a bit of a sense of him when she had grinded on him earlier, still twitching and sensitive from the first orgasm, but now? She was getting a much better sense of what exactly she was getting into. Her ass swayed a bit in the air as her hands moved back up along the inside of his thighs, her tongue tracing up the line of his abdomen until she could press a kiss to his stomach right as her hand brushed over his length and gave it a brief, soft squeeze.
REZA
Reza’s eyes followed Aurora all the way down his body, occasionally whispering a ‘fuck’ or a comparable swear in Arabic.
“That’s it, good girl.” He purred, tugging at her hair just a little.
He watched the dawning realization of what she was about to be contending with hit her, and he couldn’t stifle the low chuckle in his throat.
“Come on,” he practically whined. “Damn tease.”
AURORA
Aurora flicked his hip when he whined. “I’m setting the mood,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at him briefly before shifting her position. Instead of kneeling over his legs, she was between them now, and she wasted no time in beginning to carefully tug his sweatpants down. She got them most of the way down his hips before she couldn’t tug them down any further, but by then, she had other things to worry about.
It had been a really long time since Aurora’d had sex. Even longer since having sex with a man. But apparently a giving a blowjob was like riding a bicycle; you couldn’t easily forget how to do it. She wrapped her hand around Reza’s cock, stroking it gently as she pulled all her hair to one side. He was larger than her ex had been - or really, any of her previous partners had been - and for a moment their difference in height wasn’t attractive so much as a little worrying. But Aurora didn’t back down, didn’t shy away. She’d faced him head on for this entire trip; she wasn’t going to start now.
Her eyes caught his and silently dared him to look away as she leaned down and ran her tongue up from base to tip.
REZA
Reza had honestly never thought he was particularly impressive or daunting, not at first. But as he’d gotten to his mid-twenties and starting having sex with people who’d had more than just one or two (or no) sexual partners before him, he eventually learned ‘oh no, you’re packing.’
Which. Was sometimes less than a good thing. But if Aurora was committed, she probably wouldn’t have a problem.
He watched intently as she stroked his cock and got a feel for him before involuntarily throwing his head back and gasping as she licked him base to tip. Fuck, oh god, he’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be in bed with someone. How long had it been? Since before the election?
Not as criminally long as her, but still offensively so.
AURORA
His head was thrown back as she licked his cock, and Aurora nearly pouted against his skin. She wanted him to look at her, wanted to see his eyes as she pleasured him.
Pumping him slowly in her hand, Aurora reached up and grabbed his chin gently, tugging at him until their eyes met again. "Don't look away from me," she said, her voice soft and low. Moving back down his body, Aurora made sure she held his eyes this time as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it carefully as her tongue ran up the small slit. She then went deeper, moving her mouth in time with her hand as she began to suck him off in earnest.
Still never breaking eye contact.
REZA
Reza’s tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as he watched Aurora take him in her mouth bit by bit, letting out a low groan as she began to properly blow him with her eyes not breaking from his.
God, this was hot— she was hot.
AURORA
God, his voice did things to her. Even just his groans made liquid heat drip down her spine, and her mouth went just a little further down his cock until she could feel him at the back of her throat. She pulled back to the head quickly, worried that her gag reflex might kick in at the worst possible moment (it had been almost four years), but just as quickly she went back down again.
Whatever didn’t fit in her mouth was being stroked by her hand, and her other hand began to move steadily up along his thigh. Her nails dug into his skin as he made another sound of pleasure, and Aurora could feel her thighs growing slicker as her pulse beat through her whole body. It was a good thing she was already on her knees because otherwise they would have dropped her to the floor.
She pulled her head back just enough so she could open her now-swollen lips and show Reza how well his cock fit cradled on her tongue. And as she descended again on him, her other hand gently cupped his balls and began to gently roll them in her hand.
REZA
Aurora got bolder and took him further into her mouth and he gasped out a swear in Arabic. God, she was good. It took all of his self control to not just thrust his cock into the back of her throat.
“F-fuck, Rory. You look so gorgeous right now. I never knew you’d look so pretty with a cock in your mouth.” Reza purred, pulling at her hair a little. “Your mouth was made for sucking cock, wasn’t it?”
He gave her cheek a light snack with three of his fingers to make his point. “I’ll have to use this pretty mouth more often. What do you think?”
He was about to say something else, but she opened her mouth wider to show how nicely his cock fit in her mouth, and cupped his balls and he let out a groan again. Fuck, this was hot.
AURORA
You know, it wasn’t until this moment that Aurora realized how quiet all her past partners had been. Her ex had barely spoken at all, just grunts and occasional directions. And her brief trysts were quiet as well. All of this to say that the universe had picked a poor moment to allow her the realization that she might have a bit of a praise kink.
She hummed low in her throat as he pulled her hair, eyelashes fluttering at the combination of the pressure and his voice roughened by sex and telling her how pretty she looked with her mouth on him. Her hand squeezed his shaft just a little tighter in reply.
And then he threw off her rhythm just a bit when he implied that this could happen again.
Aurora managed to make it seem intentional, but in her mind her thoughts were spinning. Wait, he… was he just saying that? This was just a one night thing, wasn’t it? Just a way for the two of them to celebrate surviving another night together when they hadn’t been sure if they would come back or not (because if Mekki had killed Reza, Aurora would have found a way to return the favor). But if this happened again, would it-
No.
Shut that down.
This was physical, nothing more. He can’t love you, remember, Rory? They were just two attractive consenting adults having a bit of a fling.
But that traitorous part of her heart that wasn’t entirely able to let go whispered that she should try and make him want to come back again, if nothing else. That if she couldn’t have him the way she hoped for, they could have this. And with that thought Aurora took him even deeper in her mouth until his head kissed the back of her throat, careful not to go too fast, and began to work him in even longer strokes.
REZA
At the praise, Aurora seemed emboldened, like she wasn’t satisfied anymore, just showing him she could suck him off, but was determined to prove she could take all of him. He threw his head back as his cock hit the back of Aurora’s throat, absolutely surprised she could take him almost to the base.
He inhaled sharply as Rory held his cock at the back of her throat for a moment to meet his eyes before going back to working him, spit and precum dripping down her chin.
AURORA
Aurora managed that deeper motion for a while before she had to pull up for breath, gasping softly as she began to work him with her hand instead. Her tongue swept out along her bottom lip and she flushed darker when she realized how messy she had gotten. Instead of putting his cock back in her mouth, she began to kiss up the side; sucking gently and soothing each place her lips touched with her tongue.
“Look at me,” she said, voice soft with desire. The hand that wasn’t currently wrapped around the base of him ran up his thigh before her nails dragged gently back down. “Please?” Aurora asked as she kissed right under the head of his cock, flicking her tongue out to run around it.
REZA
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Reza managed breathlessly, instinctively leaning his head back before he remembered the only thing she’d asked of him. To watch her.
God, and she did look so pretty with his cock in her mouth, didn’t she?
“Yes, princess, whatever you want.” He said gently, brushing her hair out of her face.
AURORA
Aurora knew that she was probably glowing with pride at being able to break Reza down like this, to make him all breathless and desperate. She also knew that she was definitely blushing as he brushed her hair back and spoke to her softly and called her ‘princess’.
Yeeeeah, she definitely had a praise kink. You learn something new every day.
She ran her tongue all the way up the length of him, following the thick vein that ran from base to tip and tried not to think too hard about how much she wanted him inside of her. How much she wanted to feel him moving in her, beautiful and alive and everything she wanted and trusted.
She didn’t say all of that, for obvious reasons, but she did hum low in her throat as she stroked him in her hand as she met his eyes. “Whatever I want?” she asked, her voice soft and wrecked and sweet as she arched her back further, ass in the air like an offering and breasts pressed against his thighs.
REZA
God, what was he to do when he was between wanting to treat her like a princess and wanting to fuck her so she’d remember it? Between wanting to be gentle and good to her and wanting to leave bruises she’ll see for days?
Let her decide how she wants him to fuck her, of course.
“Whatever you want,” he repeated softly, holding her chin in his hand, brushing his thumb along the underside. “So tell me what you want, before I just do whatever I want with you.”
AURORA
She didn't hesitate to lean her face into his hand, kissing the pad of his thumb before gently scraping her teeth against the rough skin. She looked up at him with nothing but trust in her wide eyes, and she reached up to move his hand down to her throat.
"You," she said quietly, moving his hand lower and arching into it as his skin sent sparks across her whole body. "I don't care how. Please, just-" she moaned softly, her other hand running up his thigh to his hip. She pushed herself up so she was kneeling, legs spread in offering and his hand pressed between her breasts.
"Fuck me," Aurora begged softly. Her hands reached out to him. "Kiss me. Use me. Please. I want this. I want you."
Even if just for one night. Even if this was the only way she could have him. As long as she could carry the proof that he was alive on her skin, that would be enough.
REZA
Reza moved his hand to grope one of her breasts, kneading it and rubbing circles over the nipple with the pad of his thumb. He ached to do as she asked, to fuck her, use her until he was satisfied, but he wasn’t done dragging this out yet.
He wanted her to fucking beg for it, like it was as necessary as water.
“You’re such a pretty girl, you know that, right?” Reza purred, taking his hand from her breast. “Right?” He punctuated this by smacking the breast he’d been kneading.
“You want me to mess up a pretty thing, ‘Rora? Want me to really make good use of you?” He tangled his hand in her hair and roughly forced her to look up at him. “Will you offer me your entire body, until you scream your throat sore? Are you mine to play with, princess?”
Reza’s other hand reached between her legs to find her clit, and circled it with his thumb. “Well?” He pulled at her hair. “Are you? Will you be a good little plaything for me? Or were you just being a lying tease when you said that?”
He pulled her forward by her hair to kiss him and let go of her hair when they kissed. Rough, and needy.
“Tell me you want me inside you, Aurora. Earn it.”
AURORA
She was going to die in this bed, simple as that. Her heart was going to burst open from beating too fast for too long and she was going to die.
Not how she thought she'd go out, but a hell of a thing to put on her headstone.
Aurora melted into his touch, shivering from overload as she gripped his thighs to keep herself steady. She gasped in surprise when he smacked her, blushing deeply at the way the dull sting throbbed in time with the pulse between her legs. His hand in her hair pulled a moan from her throat and she could do nothing but look up at him desperately, lilac eyes wide.
In all of her wildest, most shameful dreams, she had never thought he would be like this. She had always known Reza was passionate, it was why she had harassed him to join the Board, but she had never had that passion turned on her. Not like this. She wanted to soak it under her skin, wanted to feel it in her bones.
Aurora may not have had the best history with sex, but she knew that Reza was going to blow every previous experience out of the water.
Arching into his hand as his thumb circled her clit, Aurora nodded as much as she could with his hand in her hair, whimpering at the onslaught of her senses. When he kissed her, she clung to him in response; fingers tight in his hair as she pressed herself against him, meeting his passion with her own.
"Fuck me," she said again, breathless and wrecked as her lips brushed his cheek with each word. "God, Reza, I want you inside me so bad, more than anyone ever before." She arched into his hand again, gasping. "Please, please," she begged, her cunt clenching over nothing. She pressed harder against him, her thigh caught between his legs. "I'm so ready to have you in me," she said, flushing at her own words. God, she was bad at dirty talk. Instead she kissed him again, arching into him with a moan.
REZA
The gravely chuckle in Reza’s throat was something between charmed and straight up sadistic. It was hot how bad at dirty talk she was, really. Made him feel like a bit of a cradle robber right now if he was being honest.
She was much too pure, too good to be in bed with him, especially after what he’d done not three hours ago.
It was too late for him to listen to the better half of his brain cells though. His cock ached to be inside of her, and she was begging for it, after all. It would be more cruel of him to not guide his cock inside her than it would be to fuck her like she asked him to.
“Okay, angel.” He said quietly, cupping her face too gently for what he said next. “Just remember when you can’t walk straight, you asked for it.”
Reza guided himself inside of her and waited patiently for her to sink down onto him, groaning as he savored the feeling of being inside the only beautiful thing in the world to him. He rocked his hips and groped her ass to encourage her to start riding him.
“Fuck, Rory.” He purred, ducking down to lick and bite at her breast. “Is this what you wanted?”
AURORA
Aurora smacked his shoulder lightly when he laughed at her, flush with embarrassment and desire. Well he didn't have to be an ass about it! No one had talked to her during sex before!
Her ire was quickly forgotten when his hands rose to cradle her face. She leaned into his touch, smiling shyly and scrunching her nose at him. She would almost certainly regret this in the morning, but not for the reasons he thought. Whatever he did to her body would be nothing compared to what she was currently doing to her heart.
At his direction, Aurora straddled his hips and clung tightly to his shoulders as he positioned his cock against her entrance. She took a deep breath before rocking her hips forward that first inch, and that same breath got caught on the exhale. She could already feel him stretching her to her limits and it made her tremble in the best way. She was more than wet enough to slide over him easily, so she took her time working herself over his cock with steady rocks of her hips.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and pulled at his hair as she took him into her body, inch by inch. She was trembling, sweat dripping down her spine from the effort of holding herself on her knees. The occasional sound slipped from her lips, a low moan or squeak caught in the back of her throat.
It took a minute or so, and in the end she couldn't take him to the base. Instead she felt the head of his cock nudge against something inside her that made her back arch and her breath catch. It was as good as she was going to manage - and it was very good, don't misunderstand - and Aurora turned her attention to moving in his lap without his cock slipping out. She tugged hard on his hair, panting in his ear as she began a slow grind of her hips into his. She could only nod in reply to his question, easily overwhelmed.
REZA
At her inability to speak, Reza was given pause. He worried just for a moment, that maybe they should stop and never speak of this again, that this was too much for her. A good man would have thought about the ugly, garish heartbreak ever-present on her chest for most of the year. A smart man would have remembered that they were only just starting to actually talk again.
Reza was neither a good man nor a smart man. He was not a particularly bad or stupid man either, he was just average. An average man with the same need and hunger as any man with eyes would have right about now.
So he didn’t stop.
He murmured encouragement against Rory’s ear as she moved in his lap, like he was challenging her almost. “Yes, that’s it. Theeere you go, sokar. You’re so fucking gorgeous right now, you know that?”
“But-” he purred, putting on sounding disappointed. “-you’re being so quiet.”
AURORA
It has been mentioned that it has been a Long Fucking Time since Aurora had sex.
She hadn’t realized exactly what that meant for Future Aurora. But now the future was here and she was struggling. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her, slamming on the ‘pleasure’ button until all of her brain waves were filled with the cacophony. What brain cells she did have left were focused on trying to move her hips to the too-quick metronome of her heart; trying to find a rhythm as she went from achingly empty to Full.
It didn’t leave a lot of energy left for talking.
Aurora’s nails dug into Reza’s back as his breath pressed against her ear, whimpering softly at the heat on her skin and in his voice. At his admonishment, Aurora leaned back a bit and hiccuped as his cock rubbed her deeper.
“I-I’m,” she stammered, gasping as she slid a little further down onto his cock. “It’s a lot,” she finally managed. “It’s so good- you feel- Ah~.” Aurora rolled her hips and whined softly when he filled her to the brim once again. “I can’t. Words.”
She leaned in to kiss his jaw, clinging to his shoulders as her hips rocked shallowly in his hips and his body moved inside her. “I- please!” she gasped. “I can’t-” Aurora tugged on his hair, pulling him closer as she leaned further back in his lap. She wanted him loom over her, to rock the very foundations of her being. She wanted to focus on how good her felt inside her, not on how bad and inexperienced she must look trying to ride him. Pulling him flush with her chest, Aurora blinked up at him with hazy, lilac eyes.
“Fuck me,” she moaned softly.
REZA
Truthfully, Reza wasn’t the biggest fan of missionary. Bo-ring. But was he going to bitch about that now? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
At her directive, he pushed her off of him and onto her back and climbed on top of her. He paused the whole having sex thing long enough to adjust the pillow he’d pushed her onto so it wouldn’t put her neck at a painful angle as he fucked her in a second. Confident he’d secured her comfort, he got right back to it and guided his cock back inside of her, watching her carefully to make sure this was still okay.
When he was met with only moans and gasps, he nodded once to give himself the go ahead to begin moving his hips. “Like this, Rory?” He asked, as if he didn’t know the answer.
AURORA
Aurora let herself be manhandled, whimpering softly when Reza’s cock slid out of her and she suddenly felt empty. If possible, she flushed even darker at the sound; embarrassed by how needy she felt.
She sunk into the bed, wiggling around to get comfortable before wrapping her arms tight around Reza’s waist. Feeling him sliding into her again made Aurora’s back arch clean off the bed as she gasped. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to anchor herself to anything. It was so much. Sex had never felt like this before, had never overwhelmed her to the point where she was barely aware of anything not immediately under her hands. Her breathing shuddered and jerked with each thrust, and she nodded frantically at his question. “H-harder,” she asked, reaching down to grab his hips and tug him closer. “A-ah, Reza,” she moaned, head thrown back.
REZA
Reza chuckled low in his throat as she clawed at his back, taking it as a sign he was doing something right. And, you know, he was pretty cocky in the bedroom, confident he knew how to please a partner, but confirmation was always nice. Especially when they were so vocal, even if it was largely incoherent.
“Harder?” He challenged, slowing his pace. “You’re sure?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he picked up his pace, and fucked her harder than before.
“You sound so pretty, Rory.” He purred in her ear, before ducking his head kiss and lightly bite at her neck.
AURORA
Aurora’s toes curled so hard she could hardly feel them anymore as Reza began to fuck her in earnest. She clung tighter to his hips, gasping each time he bottomed out inside of her and barely having a chance to let that breath out before she was gasping again. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, and her shoulders and torso writhed against the sheets as she felt something long neglected inside of her coil tighter and tighter and tighter.
His voice in her ear made Aurora sigh and his breath on her neck made her whimper. She twisted her head away so he had more access to her neck, letting go of his hip so she could curl one hand into the pillow next to her face. One particular thrust rubbed against something inside of her that made Aurora cry out, belatedly trying to smother the sound as she arched up and pressed herself closer to him.
“Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” she gasped, catching her bottom lip in her teeth.
REZA
He really did wonder if this was too much for her. God, she acted like she’d never been with a man before, even though he knew from previous banter that wasn’t true. He liked to think he was just That Good, but there was a fine line between confidence and ego.
Though, the way Aurora was crying out and devolving into just pleading with him to keep fucking her was making it very hard to not feel pretty damn good about himself. He just hoped she felt as good as it sounded like she did.
“I want you to come, Rory, can you come for me just from fucking like this?” He purred. “Though that’s not very fair, is it?”
Reza reached down with one hand, using his other to support himself, and found her clit to circle it with the pad of his thumb. “That better for you?”
AURORA
The moment he touched her clit she knew she was a goner. Which was more than a little embarrassing; did it really take so little to make her orgasm? Jeeze, she knew she had been out of the game for a while, but this was a little ridiculous.
Her whole torso writhed and rocked against him as she felt that coil wind to the point of breaking, and she hurriedly grabbed his neck and pulled him to her face. Aurora kissed him hard, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as everything in her tightened to an unbearable point before shattering to pieces. Her mouth opened against his in a silent gasp as her fingers hung onto his curls for dear life. She could feel her orgasm down to her toes, and every further thrust made her whole body shake.
She could feel him start to pull away and reached down with one hand to grab his ass and slam him back into her, keeping him within her rippling body.
REZA
Reza had started to pull out - look it was just bad manners to come in a woman without express permission - but when he did, Rory silently but firmly told him that was simply not allowed. Before he could even ask ‘are you sure?’ to that, he reached his own orgasm with a muttered Arabic swear.
“God, I-” he gripped the headboard to keep from letting his sweaty body just fall on top of hers, and used it to push off of her and onto his back.
He caught Rory’s face in both of his hands and pulled her into a kiss, before breaking it quickly to meet her eye. “Fuck, Rory. You’re amazing. Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything after that?”
Water, a knife to stab him for forgetting a condom?
AURORA
Aurora was breathing like she had just finished a marathon, her body still trembling with the aftershocks and a pleased, tired smile on her lips. She giggled as Reza rolled over, shuddering as she suddenly felt terribly alone without his body joined so closely with her own. That feeling didn’t last long, and Aurora hummed softly as he kissed her. She giggled again, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“I’m great,” she said breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair. “Um, water would be nice. And the will to get up and get cleaned. How about you?” she asked. Her hands came down so she could cup his jaw gently between them, keeping his eyes on her. “Feeling okay?”
REZA
“I’m good, I’m really, really good.” He said, grinning at her. God, she was pretty.
Water? He could get her some water. “Stay, get comfortable,” he insisted, rolling out of bed and throwing on his boxers. “I’ll be back with some water. If you need something to sleep in, just grab something out of the closet.”
AURORA
Aurora’s hand trailed after him, a part of her panicked at the thought of being alone after what they had just done. But no, he was coming back. He had basically implied she was going to sleep there. He was coming back.
So instead she smiled at him and nodded, watching him leave before rolling out of bed herself and immediately having to catch herself when her shaking legs gave out. Thank god he wasn’t around to see that, his ego didn’t need the boost.
Once she had cleaned up in the bathroom and stole one of his tshirts from the closet, Aurora kicked off the dirty sheet and blanket and climbed into bed with a new one she had found while looking for the shirt.
REZA
The weight of the stupid decision to have sex with Aurora finally hit him as he was walking back to his bedroom, glass of water for her in hand. He abruptly stopped halfway down the hall to damn near shove his entire fist in his mouth and bite down on it. Stupid, stupid!
Like, don’t get him wrong. It was great. It was great sex, and Aurora was beautiful, and wonderful, and...in love with him. And that last bit was the problem.
He wasn’t sure if he was capable of having those feelings for anybody; he’d never had them before. Never wanted to before. He wasn’t sure he’d recognize them if he developed them either. It wasn’t fair to Rory to do what they’d just done.
Or was it? In a way, didn’t that confirm was willing to...try? Maybe?
They’d talk about it later. Not now.
“Hydration is important, water is life.” Reza said, offering her the water the second he entered the room.
AURORA
Aurora was curled up on the bed attempting to twist her hair up into a bun when Reza walked back in, and she let her curls drop back around her shoulders as she smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said with a small laugh, taking the glass and a drink before scooting over so there was room for him as well.
Once he was on the bed, Aurora fidgeted for a moment before laying down with her head on his shoulder. She wanted to curl up closer, but she didn’t know if he’d be comfortable with that or not. Not everyone was a cuddler after sex, but Aurora certainly was.
REZA
Reza did not need to cuddle.
He wasn’t against it either. But he didn’t have a need for it, or any further intimacy. Again, he was okay with it, and in fact welcomed it, but he never needed it. He was used to leaving the apartment after a one-night stand, or a hookup with a friend, and going about his night. Sex was never an emotional experience for him, it was just sex.
That’s not to say he didn’t care for the emotional needs of a partner, should they have them. He did. He just didn’t have them himself.
“You can lay all over me.” He said simply, inviting her to with a smile. “We’ve had sex, you don’t have to be shy about touching me now.”
AURORA
Cheeks flushed red, Aurora pouted up at Reza although a smile was breaking through. "Excuse me for not knowing the protocol," she sniffed even as she set the water on the side table and cuddled in closer. She hooked her ankle over his, her head tucked close to his chin and her eyes closing contently.
"God, I'm tired," she murmured. "Don't get mad if I pass out without warning, okay?" Her hand pressed against his side, fingers drifting over an old scar there.
She should not be allowing herself this. She should be trying to find where they had abandoned their boundaries and plant herself firmly within them. But she'd missed him. All these months where everything was strained. Tonight, when she hadn't known if he was still alive or dead.
She'd give herself one night to forget boundaries and they'd figure out what this meant together tomorrow..
REZA
“Well I might take that back if you keep using such unsexy words as protocol.” Reza teased, but playing with her hair as he did.
He hummed in response to her warning about passing out, while shaking his head. They’d known each other long enough, he expected as much. It was part of why he didn’t suggest they sleep in separate rooms (along with the fact that he didn’t want to.) Sometimes, narcolepsy made her forget what was real and what wasn’t when she first woke up. It would be easier for her if they just slept in the same bed tonight.
“Go ahead, I’m surprised you’re still awake ‘til now.”
AURORA
Aurora just hummed coyly, still feeling sated and flirty. "It's only unsexy if the context is wrong," she murmured. "Get creative, Reza."
She pressed closer to him, letting out a long breath through her nose. Sleep was already tugging at her, her eyelids heavy with it, but there was one more thing she needed before she let dreams claim her. Reaching up, Aurora gently tilted his chin down until their eyes met.
"Be here when I wake up, okay?" she asked softly, hoping he caught the layers in the request. Not just here in bed, but mentally. 'Don't get lost in your own head when I can't pull you back' she begged with her eyes. Mekki didn't get to take one more piece of him, not while she was around.
REZA
“Mm.” He hummed in response, afraid to open his mouth and give an affirmative too loudly. Worried his conscience would suddenly return to him and he’d apologize for what he just did, that he’d make this weirder than it already was by default.
She didn’t deserve that.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, trusting himself that much. “You got it.”
