Bite My Tongue
New fic on ao3!!
In summary, all Thaisha had wanted was a bottle of wine. She ended up getting a lot more than that (spoiler alert, it's hatefucking Julien)
It's about 6400words (I know, I'm sorry. Idk why it's so long either)
As usual I also put it below a Keep Reading if you don't want to bother with ao3
Hope you enjoy!!
Knock knock knock, rapped Thaisha at Julien’s door, impatiently waiting for him to answer.
She didn’t hear any movement on the other side of the door, and was about to knock again when it suddenly swung open to a half-dressed Julien. His toned stomach on full display.
“Oh, Thaisha. Is something wrong?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
“And hello to you too, Julien,” she replied cooly, making an arduous effort to keep looking into his face, and nowhere else. “No, nothing’s wrong, but a little birdie told me that you have some bottles of wine in your room.” She gave him an overly sweet smile, “And I was hoping I could snag one of them.”
For a moment, Julien did nothing but stare at Thaisha, a blank look on his face. Eventually, he let out an exacerbated sigh, as if this was the most inconvenient thing that had ever been asked of him. “Fine.”
He turned back into the room, with Thaisha following after him, shutting the door behind her. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a mild look of annoyance, but didn’t say anything about her coming in uninvited.
“Any preferences? Type? Amount?” he asked.
“Whatever will get me drunk for the night,” she answered.
Julien gave her a grunt of acknowledgement and opened a drawer in the wardrobe to rifle through. Thaisha could hear the clang of multiple bottles.
While she waited for him to pick something for her, she gazed around his room. It was as generic as hers, softly lit, a large bed against the wall in the middle of the room, two nightstands, a wardrobe, and a low set table with matching chairs in front of an unlit fireplace. Thaisha noted that Julien had his belongings set up so that they could be gathered up in a moment’s notice. She wondered if that was a result of his training, or if it was a more recent habit.
“Here,” said Julien, pulling her from her thoughts. He was holding out a bottle to her. “This is the best I can do. I believe I already drank what you would really want.”
“Thank you,” said Thaisha. She pulled a knife from her pocket and started working at the cork. She pointedly ignored him when Julien sighed at her in obvious irritation.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he said after another brief moment of Thaisha fiddling with the cork. He stormed over to the still open drawer and procured a corkscrew, before stomping back to Thaisha and snatching the bottle from her hands. After a few turns of his wrist and a light pull, he held the now opened bottle back to her.
“Anything else?” he asked, gritting his teeth.
Taking the bottle from him, Thaisha put her knife back into her pocket and took a deep swig from it, letting out a deep exhale of appreciation. Julien continued to glower at her.
“Why the rush to get rid of me, Julien?” She waggled her eyebrows at him, “Got a hot date coming over?”
“No,” he said curtly. “I was actually looking forward to a quiet night alone.” Julien moved to pull another bottle from the drawer, his way of telling her what his actual plans for the evening were. He was mumbling under his breath, his tone sounding pained.
Thaisha didn’t catch anything he said, but the hurt that bled through in his voice was enough to give her pause.
She took a step towards him, reaching a hand out to his shoulder. “Hey, Julien,” she said in a tone she hadn’t used with him since the night of the Palazzo massacre.
As soon as she touched him, he jerked away as if her touch burned, and made a noise of disgust as he stood back up. “Well, you got what you came for, why don’t you leave already?”
Thaisha fought to keep her temper in check. “Fucking hell, Julien. I try to show you the barest amount of kindness, and all you do is throw it back in my face.”
“I do not need your fucking pity,” he spat back.
“It’s not pity. it’s concern.”
“Concern?” He let out a bark of laughter. “When have you ever been concerned about me?”
“Since you began training my son,” she squared her shoulders back, refusing to back down. “Since I saw your whole fucking life get torn apart in in a single night.” She took a step towards him. “Since I walked into a fucking blade for you.”
“Oh please,” scoffed Julien. “You only did that so I wouldn’t hurt your precious Occtis.”
It didn’t escape Thaisha’s notice that he ignored all the other points she had brought up.
“If I’d only wanted to stop you, I could have just Thunderwaved your ass. Or grappled you with vines.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to argue otherwise.
Julien opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again. Thaisha couldn’t help but give a slight smirk at having rendered him speechless for once.
“Sure. Fine. You showed me the slightest bit of concern on the worst fucking night of my life.” He gestured to the door. “If that is all, I would like you to please leave now.”
“No,” said Thaisha simply.
“No?” repeated Julien, his voice rising. He looked like he was all but ready to shove Thaisha out the door.
“No, because that’s not all.” Thaisha took another swig of wine before speaking again. “I care about you, Julien. Yeah, I don’t particularly like you. I can barely fucking stand you most of the time, but I—”
Thaisha didn’t get to finish that sentence because Julien was suddenly upon her, his lips smashed into hers, his hands cupping her face to pull her down to him.
Heat pooled in her belly as Julien’s lips pressed deeper into hers, her heart picked up speed when he gave an expert flick of his tongue against her lips, gaining entry to the rest of her mouth. He let out a soft moan, which Thaisha couldn’t help close her eyes at the sound of.
It occurred to Thaisha that Julien was probably standing on tip toe right now, considering their height difference. A fact she probably would have found funny if she had been able find anything funny right now.
After what felt like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a minute, Julien gave one final, playful lick into her mouth before parting from her, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Thaisha had to fight back the urge to chase after him, her lips tingling.
“My apologies for that,” said Julien, stepping back, his voice smug. The fact the apology came from him so easily, was more than enough proof that he wasn’t sorry in the least bit. “It was the only way I could think of to get you to stop speaking.”
Before she could stop herself, Thaisha reared her hand back and slapped him across the face. The sound of her hand connecting with his cheek seemed to reverberate throughout the room, only to be proceeded by a heavy silence.
The hit wasn’t as strong as it could have been, as her dominant hand was still holding the bottle of wine, but it had been enough to wipe the smirk of Julien’s face, much to Thaisha’s relief.
For a brief moment, she considered smashing the bottle across his face, but ultimately decided against it. Both because it would have been a waste of perfectly good wine, and because she really didn’t want to him to have to explain an injury like that to the rest of the group.
“What the fuck, Julien!?” she hissed at him
She studied his face as if she would find an explanation written there. Unfortunately, all she saw was his cheek reddening from where she’d struck him.
“As I previously said,” he began, his voice nonchalant. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb across his cheek.
Thaisha slammed the bottle of wine on the table with such force she was a little surprised the bottle hadn’t shattered. The metal plates in her spine burning hot as she shoved Julien back until they both slammed against the wall.
She didn’t remember retrieving it, but she had her knife in her hand, and was holding it to Julien’s throat. It pleased her to no end when she saw his eyes widen at the feel of the metal against his skin. Though he quickly schooled his features again, a look of disinterest covering up whatever he might actually be feeling.
They both knew she wouldn’t actually hurt him. If anything, Thaisha knew it wouldn’t even take Julien that much effort to reverse their positions. A fact that only infuriated her all the more.
“Thaisha...” said Julien, he had raised his hands by his head in mock appeasement. “Is this really necessary? I didn’t think you were the type to get so worked up over a little kiss,” he said, sounding more amused than anything.
Thaisha knew he was right, but it wasn’t just the kiss that had her so incensed.
It was the heat that was pooled in her belly, her racing heart, the way her skin felt ignited where he had held her. The way she was struggling to keep from licking her lips so she could hold onto the lingering taste of him.
Thaisha pressed the flat of the knife harder against his skin.
“Look, Thaisha,” started Julien, actually sounding contrite. “I apologize that I have upset you this much. It was not my intention.” He gestured to the blade she still held against his neck. “Do you think you could put this away?”
There was a long moment between Thaisha nodding her head and her actually pocketing the weapon again.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Julien made to step away, but Thaisha only slammed him back. She dug her nails into his shoulders almost hard enough to break the skin.
“Oh no, I’m not finished with you yet,” she said, her tone menacing. “What are you playing at Julien? You think kissing me to get me to stop talking is a normal fucking thing to do?” She pressed him harder into the wall, her entire body flush with his. “So, I’m gonna ask you again. What. The. Actual. Fuck?” she demanded, her teeth bared.
“Well, along with the benefit you quieting you, I honestly thought you would have enjoyed it,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, that damn smirk back on his face.
“What!?” Thaisha all but yelled in response.
Julien continued to look unfazed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, when you think I am not paying attention to you.” He licked his lips, which Thaisha chided herself for even noticing.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she hissed when he didn’t continue.
”You know,” he grazed her wrist with his fingers, “like you wish to devour me.”
Thaisha felt her eyes widen.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
FUCK.
Had she been? She wanted to say she hadn’t, except she really couldn’t say for certain, could she? Julien was attractive, she wouldn’t deny that, but had she really been wearing that thought so blatantly on her face?
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, of course there was also the possibility he was pulling this out of his ass. He was the type who would walk around assuming that everyone lusted after him.
“Might I make a suggestion?” asked Julien, cutting into Thaisha’s thoughts. “You were planning on spending the night getting drunk? Yes? I planned on doing the same. But what if we spent tonight occupying ourselves with something else?” He licked his lips, and it didn’t escape Thaisha’s notice he seemed to be looking directly at hers. “We’re both adults. Nothing we do has to mean anything,” he finished in a whisper, his hand delicately stroking her hand. His meaning more than clear enough.
Thaisha stared down at him for a moment, trying to think, but her mind only kept circling back to that moment when Julien’s lips had been on hers, and the way her body had come alive under his touch.
“Nothing we do has to mean anything,” she repeated in a whisper, more to herself than to him. She carded a hand through his hair and pulled him in for a searing kiss.
Julien’s eyes widened in shock for a split second as Thaisha picked up where he had left off, a small noise of surprise escaping him as she parted his lips with her tongue. Thaisha couldn’t help smiling, just a little, gratified that she had been able to catch Julien off guard. After only a brief hesitation, Julien was returning Thaisha’s kiss with as much fervor as she was giving. Thaisha could feel the metal in her back cooling as they explored each other’s mouths, falling deeper and deeper into each other.
Julien’s hands had found their way to Thaisha’s sides where they held her fiercely; she struggled not to melt into his touch.
“Fuck, Thaisha,” Julien growled into her neck, his need for air finally outweighing his desire to keep going.
Thaisha moaned in response and was palming him through his pants, appreciating the hard thick feel of him, when an unpleasant thought crossed her mind.
Pulling back from him, she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing at his bottom lip, as she forced him to look up at her. “You know your way around tusks,” Thaisha observed, her tone ominous. She eyed him suspiciously, and could feel the metal in her back threatening to heat up again.
Julien let out a low chuckle at that. “Don’t worry,” he said, placing his hand over hers, a sly grin dancing on his lips. “No one you know.”
Thaisha said nothing in reply, deciding that was enough explanation for her. Instead, she recaptured his lips for another bruising kiss, shutting out all thoughts except for how good he was making her feel.
She tugged at the laces holding his pants closed, loosening them just enough to get her hand in. She gave him a firm squeeze at the base of his erect cock, eliciting a deep groan from him that rumbled through his chest.
As Thaisha slowly dragged her hand down the hard length of him, Julien groped at her breasts, her robes shoved to the side.
Thaisha had just begun to let herself get lost in the touch and feel of him, when Julien began to suck at her neck.
“No, don’t,” she said, her voice raspy.
“Hm? What?” His hands dropped back to her waist as he moved to search her face, his eyes full of an uncharacteristic apprehension. “Don’t what?”
“No marks,” answered Thaisha, her voice softer now.
“Right, of course. I should have assumed,” Julien whispered back. “But you should know,” he placed her hand on his collar bone, and before she could stop him, dragged her nails down his chest, leaving bright red trails in their wake. “I have no such reservations.”
“No, Julien, I mean,” she took her hand from his, and carded it through his hair, her voice firm but gentle. “No marks on either of us.”
“But I don’t—Oh.” A look of realization crossed his face. “You don’t want the others to know.” His tone was unreadable.
She nodded her head in confirmation, worried that if she spoke, he’d somehow know that she was lying. That there was a different reason she didn’t want any evidence of what they were doing.
Julien looked down at his chest, at the scratches that seemed to be getting redder by the second. “Well, no matter. These will be easy enough for me to hide,” he said, his tone noticeably casual. He wrapped his arms around Thaisha’s waist, holding her to him. “Is that all?” he asked.
Thaisha brushed the back of her hand down Julien’s cheek, the one she had struck earlier. “For now,” she replied as she breathed an internal sigh of relief; grateful she wouldn’t have to explain the real reason she didn’t want any evidence of what they were doing. That it wasn’t judgement from the others that she feared, but her own.
She didn’t want any evidence of this night on her. Not from a man she could barely stand. A man who was with one of the most arrogant, infuriating, and reckless people she had ever met.
A man, who, despite it all, she couldn’t bear the thought of not touching right now.
Thaisha began kissing her way down his chest, pressing the curve of her tusks into him as she went. She pulled his pants partway down his thighs, freeing his cock as she lowered herself to her knees.
“Can I put my hands in your hair?” asked Julien, his eyes searching her face.
“On my shoulders,” she replied after a moment’s hesitation.
Though her first instinct had been to say yes, Thaisha had decided that letting him run his fingers through her hair would feel too intimate between them.
Sure, they’d been making out like a pair of horny teenagers, and she was about to have his dick in her mouth, but she had to draw the line somewhere.
Julien didn’t hesitate to place them there, his touch almost delicate, looking at her like he didn’t fully believe she was real.
Doing her best to block out his intense gaze, she took him into her hand and swiped her thumb across the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that was already gathered there. Julien let out a shuddering breath, and tipped his head back, a breathy groan escaping his mouth.
Feeling a bit more at ease now that he wasn’t watching her so closely, Thaisha licked the length of him, from tip to base, stopping just before the course hair that covered him. She almost didn’t believe it when she heard him let out an actual fucking whimper.
Without any further preamble, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, sealing her lips around him as she began to suck.
Julien’s fingers dug into her as he let out a strangled moan, while Thaisha slowly moved further up the length of him, taking him deeper with every bob of her head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Thaisha,” he gasped when she had taken him into her throat.
She relaxed her jaw and moaned in response, drawing out another series of expletives from him. His thighs shook with tension as she took him in further, before she eased off of him till just the head remained. She swirled her tongue over it and hollowed out her cheeks, resulting in Julien to giving a sudden thrust of his hips. Thaisha made a choked noise of surprise, and had to dig her fingers into his hips in order to keep him against the wall.
She shot him a warning glare.
“Fuck, fuck. I’ll be still, I’ll be still,” he said, his voice coming out in a shuddering whisper, desperate to appease her.
Taking pity on him, Thaisha took him into her throat and moaned again, knowing the response it would get out of him.
It was beginning to frustrate with her how much she wanted to hear his desperate noises, while also hating that it was him that she was hearing.
Thaisha tried to forget who she was with, but everything was just so, Julien. From the noises he made and the sound of his voice. To the strength of his body under her hands. The hot, musky taste of him on her tongue. Right down to the scent of him, of good wine and spicy cologne. All of it kept clawing its way into her brain, refusing to let her forget who she was with right now.
It was driving her out of fucking mind.
“Hey,” she said, pulling off of him, her voice rough.
“Yes? What? What do you need?” he asked between gasps as he looked at her, his eyes wild with desire and desperation.
“I need,” she hesitated. There really wasn’t much he could do about what was bothering her, except maybe one thing. “For you to stop talking.”
Julien furrowed his brown in confusion, but acceded her demand with a nod of his head. If he was bothered at all by bother it, he didn’t let it show.
She took him into her mouth once again, and began stroking herself through her clothes, vexed at how wet she was getting from this.
She took in as much of him as was comfortable, and used her hand to cover the rest of him, softly twisting in tandem as she continued to lave and suck him down.
As she brought Julien closer to the edge, he struggled to keep it together, each breath coming out quicker than the last, his thighs twitching and shaking uncontrollably. His groans coming out higher and higher pitched, till he was practically keening.
His release was marked by a muffled shout and him slamming back into the wall to keep from crumbling onto her.
Thaisha kept at him as he shook and sputtered, swallowing his spend down until it was done with.
As he began to soften, Thaisha finally pulled off, wiping at her mouth with a piece of her cape.
Julien kept his hands on Thaisha’s shoulders, using her to prop himself up against the wall as he struggled to catch his breath.
When his breathing had returned to almost normal, Thaisha gave a light shake of his knee until she caught his eye. “Do you think you’ll be able to get it up again? Soon?” she asked, nudging his cock with her knuckle.
He gave a small but sharp wince, still sensitive, and opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it again, and nodded his head instead.
“Good,” was all she said to that and moved to stand up, when Julien stopped her, his hands on either side of her face. He lightly stroked her cheeks as he leaned down towards her and captured her lips with his, letting out an appreciative moan as he kissed her.
He helped her up to her feet and gestured for Thaisha to go to the bed. Right as she was about to climb onto it, she felt Julien firmly grab her by the wrist, turning her to face him. He gave her a light shove, so that she was sitting on the foot of the bed, and began pulling at her robes, trying to get them off of her.
Thaisha noted that he had shed what little clothing he’d had on, and was now completely naked.
“Here, let me,” said Thaisha, as she began to strip her clothes, dropping them onto the floor as they came off.
Julien kissed along her neck and jaw, and pawed at her, more of a hindrance than anything, which Thaisha couldn’t help but find funny.
“Julien, Julien, give me a damn second,” she said through quiet laughter.
He stepped back, his arms crossed, indignation written all over his face and body. Thaisha couldn’t help but laugh more, the task of removing her clothes momentarily forgotten. She didn’t think she’d ever seen someone look so righteously irate while also completely naked.
Julien let out an irritated huff, and began to tug at her pants, evidently fed up with her dilly-dallying. He pulled them down and off her ankles as Thaisha continued to laugh and make slow work of removing the rest of her clothing.
“You’re cute when we’re mad,” she said as he kneeled before her on the floor, the both of the now completely naked. She gave a playful pinch of his cheek, and was surprised the most resistance he offered was a slight grimace.
As Thaisha pulled her hand away, Julien grasped the backs of her knees, and hoisted her legs over his shoulders, and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. His arms wrapped firmly around her thighs, holding her to him. He took his time nosing through the thick thatch of curls between her legs, seemingly trying to breathe her in as much as he could.
Thaisha could only watch him, her hands clutching at the blanket underneath her, hardly breathing in anticipation.
His mouth ghosted over her, only giving soft teasing licks to her folds, which Thaisha found maddening. She had been about to admonish him for it, when he finally entered her with his tongue, his way made easy by how wet she already was. Thaisha couldn’t help but groan as he quickly picked up speed, eating her out like a man half-starved.
She fell back on the bed, lost in the pleasure of his tongue inside of her, moaning with every movement he made. His strong hold on her thighs the only thing keeping her from clamping down on his head.
Without warning, Julien withdrew his tongue from her, and enveloped her clit with his lips, switching between firmly licking and sucking at it like his life depended on it.
It was all Thaisha could do to hold on, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her, At some point, and without even realizing it, her hands had become tangled in Julien’s hair, gripping and pulling at him as she became almost entirely overwhelmed.
“Fuck, Julien, fuck,” was the only thing she could manage to say between moans as he went back and forth between her clit and her cunt. Each time he would bring her ever closer to the edge, but always backing off right as she could feel herself getting close.
“Julien,” she gasped out, giving a harsh tug of his hair. She could feel herself getting close once more, and couldn’t bear the thought of him denying her yet again. “Julien, please,” she pleaded when he gave no indication he had heard her.
She was about to try again, when he pulled back from her, his lips and chin wet and obscene with her arousal. He gave her a curt nod, before he clasped his lips around her clit once more, his eyes gazing intently back into hers.
Thaisha could have wept with relief, but instead, she tipped her head back, and closed her eyes, moaning without restraint as Julien finally brought her to completion.
Her heals dug into his back while her hips bucked against his relentless mouth, keening and gasping with abandon as he entered her cunt with his tongue once more now that she was well and truly over the edge.
“Fucking hell,” said Thaisha, her voice barely above a whisper as she settled back down on the bed when the waves of pleasure had finally come to an end.
Julien began to gently lap at her, evidently still not satisfied, and was only brought to a stop when Thaisha tugged his mouth away from her.
He released his hold on her thighs, letting them fall to either side of him, and moved to rest his head on her stomach, his fingertips tracing mindless patterns into her hip. Thaisha thought she could feel Julien’s eyes on her as they both lay in the stillness.
Rather than remove her hands from his hair, Thaisha found herself combing her fingers through it, enjoying the soft feel of his thick curls. She let out a deep sigh, enjoying how content she felt.
Eventually, and with monumental effort, Thaisha lifted her head up to look down at Julien, to find that he was definitely staring at her. His lips and chin still wet, having not bothered to wipe Thaisha’s arousal away.
He flicked his tongue at her, a question in his eyes. In her blissed-out state, it took Thaisha a moment to figure out he was asking if she wanted more.
Thaisha looked at back at him, thinking.
She wiped his face dry with a piece of blanket, followed giving his hair a slight tug. “Come up here,” she whispered, taking care to avoid saying Julien’s name.
Julien gave an open-mouthed kiss to each hip before lifting off of her. Now freed from his weight, Thaisha made the strenuous effort of pulling herself further up the bed, only stopping when her head came to rest on a pillow.
Julien crawled after her, planting light kisses up her legs and stomach as he did so. He stopped when he came to her breasts, taking one in each hand, palming them gently. He buried his face in between them, and let out a deep groan.
Thaisha exhaled in response, twisting her fingers in his hair once again as he began kissing her breasts, the both of them losing themselves in the touch and pull of the other.
“This shouldn’t feel this fucking good,” mumbled Thaisha, resenting how perfectly his body seemed to align with hers. She rubbed at his back, enjoying the ripples of his muscles as he moved above her.
Julien seemed to huff in agreement, and began to kiss his way up her neck and along her jaw, and cupped her between her legs. Thaisha let out a breathy moan when he slipped two fingers inside of her and made a come-hither motion, the heel of his palm rubbing into her clit at the same time. Thaisha bit into her bottom lip as he sent sparks of pleasure through her body, her nails digging into his back as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. With his other hand he tenderly cupped her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss that felt almost reverent.
Thaisha broke the kiss with slight shake of her head. “Are you hard again, yet?” she asked, hoping to distract him.
Julien looked like he wanted to say something, but instead only let out a groan when Thaisha took hold of him, relieved to find that he was indeed hard again.
Without further prompting, Julien adjusted his position, so that he was right up against Thaisha’s entrance, her face cradled between his hands as he looked at her with such unrestrained devotion that Thaisha had to close her eyes to escape it
There was a moment’s hesitation before Julien finally entered her, the both of them moaning in unison as he moved deeper inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and once again ran her fingers through his hair, all while he peppered her face in soft kisses.
His thrusts started off slow and measured, but they soon became more frantic and hurried, only slowing down again when Julien found that spot in Thaisha that had her gasping. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel Julien give her a wicked grin as he moved to grind into that spot, sucking at her bottom lip as she let out a litany of moans.
He reached a down hand between them and began rubbing her clit in time with his movements.
Much to Thaisha’s frustration, right as she was starting to get close again, he eased off her, removing his hand and slowing his movements to a complete stop.
Thaisha opened her eyes, ready to rip Julien a new one, when he suddenly spoke.
“Thaisha,” he whispered. “Can I ask you a question?”
If looks could kill, Julien would have been vapor, but as usual, he was unbothered by her obvious frustration with him.
“Well, you told me to not speak.” He cocked his head to the side in faux innocence as she glared at him. “And far be it from me to disobey a direct order.”
“What, Julien?” Thaisha snapped, more impatient than she would have liked. He was winding her up, and they both knew it.
“Do you care if I release inside of you?”
Thaisha couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “No, I don’t care. Go right ahead.” She wanted him to get moving again already, more than she was willing to admit.
“Are you sure?” he asked, he lightly brushed his fingers across her stomach. “Because I—”
“Julien. It’s fine. Believe me. You don’t need to worry about anything.” Thaisha replied, her impatience getting the better of her. “Trust me, the last thing I would ever risk is having a child that could be anything like you.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, she regretted them. They felt too far, even for the two of them, but before she could take them back, Julien snickered.
“Yes, I should have realized,” he said, giving her a sardonic smile. “You having to put up with one of me is burden enough as it is.”
Thaisha didn’t get the chance to think of a response to that, because Julien soon began moving again, his hand once again between them and rubbing circles into her clit, cutting off anything Thaisha could have said with a moan.
Thaisha closed her eyes, trying to push down the guilt and worry she felt towards him. After all, she had tried to speak to him earlier, and it had been like speaking to a brick wall. A brick wall that knew how to get under her skin as easily as breathing.
Before Thaisha knew it, Julien had once again brought her to the edge. This time though, as soon as she felt him start to ease his off of her, she grabbed his wrist hard enough to bruise
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she growled.
Julien let out a low chuckle and obeyed, picking up the pace as Thaisha kept an iron grip on him, her eyes closed as she focused on chasing her release.
“Fuck, Julien. Julien!” Thaisha could hear herself groaning, as she moved to meet his thrusts.
“Yes, Thaisha, I know, I know. I have you,” he gasped, sounding almost as desperate as she did. He repositioned himself so that he was on his knees, with an arm around Thaisha’s waist, lifting her to meet his thrusts, as his other hand continued at her clit.
Thaisha came with a prolonged groan as her back arched and her legs clamped around him like a vice, making it all but impossible for him to move. Julien’s own release was not far behind, his legs giving out from under him as he spilled inside of her. He let out a loud moan, muffled only by him burying his face into Thaisha’s chest.
Slowly, when the only sounds in the room were their quiet gasps, and after the last of the aftershocks of pleasure had faded, they relaxed their holds on each other.
Thaisha opened her eyes to see that Julien was, again, staring into her face.
“Quit staring at me, creep,” she mumbled through her haggard breaths, and lightly pushed his face away.
Julien merely chuckled and nestled into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand as he let out a dreamy sigh.
Thaisha tried not to read too much into Julien’s seemingly tender display of affection, instead opting to push at his shoulder, hoping it was enough indication for him to get off of her.
With an exhale that almost sounded reluctant, Julien did just that, pulling out of her with more care than Thaisha would have thought necessary. The evidence of his release spilling out of her as he did so.
As Julien rolled off her, he interlocked his fingers with hers, pulling her hand to his lips so that he could kiss the back of it, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re welcome to stay, if you want,” Julien said, his lips now pressed to Thaisha wrist. Thaisha must have given him a look because Julien gave a half shrug, as he brushed his fingers up and down her forearm. “I have never been one for kicking someone out of my bed.”
Thaisha just looked at him for a moment, not sure if she really believed that, but decided it didn’t really matter.
She considered his invitation. She really wanted to go back to her room, preferably with that bottle of wine he’d given her, and try not to think about what she had just done. Except the thought of getting up right now, with her legs feeling like they were made of jelly, made her feel unbelievably tired.
So, she gave Julien a slight nod of her head, agreeing to stay, and saw that he looked both surprised and relieved at her decision. He leaned his head towards her for another kiss, this one almost chaste in comparison to all their others.
“Julien,” prompted Thaisha when they had both gotten settled under the blankets, the room now dark. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Maybe,” replied Julien, he was holding her hand up to his face, delicately rubbing his thumb across the back of it. He gave her an impish grin. “Depends on the favor.”
Thaisha slipped her hand from his. “Stay on your side of the bed,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Not wanting to see his reaction, Thaisha turned over on her side, giving her back to Julien, her eyes determinedly closed.
After a moment that felt entirely too long, she felt him do the same.
*
In the morning, Julien was woken up by a ray of light slicing across his face, and was unsurprised to find Thaisha gone. Long gone if the coolness of the sheets were anything to go by.
Though he did surprise himself by burying his face into the pillow she had used, trying to breathe in any trace of her that might still remain.
He breathed a sigh of relief that it still smelled faintly of her, or maybe he only convinced himself that it did. Either way, he let out a small involuntary groan as memories from last night flooded his mind. The weight of them almost unbearable from the indisputable certainty that she couldn’t fucking stand him.
Couldn’t stand the sound of his voice, could barely even stand to look at him. None of which had stopped him from giving her everything that he could.
Julien rolled onto his back, still holding the pillow to him in what appeared to be a poor attempt to smother himself. He palmed at his burgeoning erection, and let out another groan, this one admittedly more pitiful, lying to himself that his hardening cock was the only reason he wished Thaisha had stayed till morning.
He pressed her pillow harder into his face, trying to block out the hope that something like last night might happen again.
