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Before he could knock for the whatever-th time, he heard what sounded like a knocking from the otherside of the door. More thuds than knocks, really. It only added to his concern but it was shortly proceeded by the tap turning shut and the door finally opening, albeit slightly.

Through the crack he saw the red faced woman he adored full naming him. She was cute when she was embarrassed, he had to admit. The usual stoic-ness fallen away to red puffy cheeks, childlike in her embarrassment- it was a sweet crack in the facade of a woman who seemed to like control. Oh- perhaps that was it. She came unwillingly. Ajax was trying very very hard to not be so proud of himself. The slight perpetual smile on his lips probably wasn't helping.

He barely opened his mouth to speak when she moved past him, he reached out to grab her and failed, though he couldnt say he tried too hard to catch her. Ajax stood, watching her fumble with the remote before burrowing herself into the blanket on the sofa.

Damn, he couldnt help his laugh. It was a genuine laugh full of love but he cleared his throat to stop himself. Laughing at an embarrassed woman probably isn't the smartest move.

Ajax approached and sat himself on the sofa. Cocking his head, he peered through the blankets peep hole to two golden eyes. His smile remained, though softened. "If I promise this stays between us," which obviously it would, how would he even explain this to someone, let alone why would he? Nah, this jewel of a memory was for him and her alone. "Will you come out of there?" Ajax stressed his point by tugging on the blanket. Gods he just wanted to kiss her all over. Was it inappropriate to suggest having sex would override her 'reaction', perhaps? What's the saying? Two orgasms make a right? Ajax mentally shook the thought, he swears he's capable of thinking with more than just his dick with Lumine. She just makes it very hard- oh look a double entendre. "If you don't come out, I'll play the movie again."

Logically speaking, of course, technically, there was nothing to be ashamed of. They were together, like proper together, not just kissy friends anymore, she supposed. They had a more or less healthy bond, both from a mental and physical perspective, definitely from a physical point of view of all. In fact, more than just 'healthy' by the pace, they both went with any physical activity.

So things could happen, bodily reactions and all, it was totally normal. In fact, it only proved further that indeed there was an incredible attraction between the two of them.

Still.

Still.

She could only pinch her nose in more distress when his voice came muffled from behind the door. His confession wasn't nothing new; she had noticed (and maybe on purpose) provoked half of those boners, so she didn't really think his point made anything better for her case. Actually, potentially worse. At least, he had a normal reason to have any kind of reaction. In her case? She leant her head against the door, low thuds following each time her forehead hit the wood, even though the embarrassment seemed to not wash away even if she were to bash her head against anything.

If it was her destiny for Ajax to think that now she was some kind of weirdo, a deviant who was into cheap dirty talk and sexism, she had to face the situation ugh.

She turned the tap again, and the water stopped falling into the shower box. There was a click as she undid the lock of the door, only daring to open it enough so not even half of her face was visible at first.

"You'll never speak of this, Ajax Alexeyev." Her index raised to point at his nose, her brows knitted in what was a very poor attempt to keep a straight face. Just a look at his face had her cheeks burn even more if possible.

"Ever again." The door opened fully. She walked past him. A quick glance to the tv screen had her almost want to run back and lock herself in that bathroom, but she swiftly grabbed the remote to turn it off. In the rush she pressed play, there was a Fontanian accent coming from the speakers, her groan in response to that, a pause, and at last the screen turning off as she threw the remote somewhere on the sofa.

To her gratitude, the blanket was still on the side, that she gladly wrapped around her so only her eyes were visible from behind the fabric.

Breath in, breath out. It's all good. She might as well rot under the blanket, yup.

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@nagareboshiko / x

Logically speaking, Ajax knew that this was probably just a reaction to the hour and a half of fooling about, the inappropriate touching, the odd excited-over-the-top kiss or two. They had never gone a day of seeing eachother without having sex, or satisfying the other sexually in some way since they "got together"- whatever that might mean. Point is, they had a physical relationship. There was (and he couldnt stress this enough) no issue with that whatsoever. So he gets it, his dick is way past being Pavlov-ed into being fully erect when he got even a whif of her perfume.

However, on the other hand he made his girlfriend cum just by being idiots and dry humping her a little. That was a win in his book. But he couldnt even gloat about his victory when she was obviously so embarrassed by it.

The water began to run, his good ear pressed to the door so he could make out her words over the shower. Her dramatics made him smile through his worry of her. He sighed and rattled the door handle. Locked? Really? It was one of those shitty ones that could be opened from the outside with a butter knife so he guess he had a back up plan in case she stayed in there too long.

"Lumine," Ajax rose his voice, "it's not a big deal, do you know how many inappropriate erections I've had in my life?" Okay maybe he said that a bit too loud- but he guessed if the neighbours hadn't sent a complaint to the landlord about the loud sex and late night movie marathons, shouting about his cock might be fine?

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Ajax had...

... little (none) experience when it came to what to expect from his little quip in a situation such as this. He was intoxicated on his lust for her, driven by little other than his desire to fuck her senseless. She just had that affect on him.

One hand on her supple thigh, the other next to her head to support his weight as he comfortably pushed himself into her wet hole, watching her face for every little reaction to his actions. Her nails dug uncomfortably into his back but he couldnt care less, he felt his warmth grow as his cock was buried deeper inside her, her gasp the only encouragement he needed-

He stopped almost down to the base when the word 'wait' escaped from her and he nearly had a heart attack. Blue eyes searched for hers as he wondered if he was hurting her in anyway, if she didn't want it any more or if literally anything else was the problem. But her word was contradicted by the way she clung to him and it wasn't until she continued that Ajax was able to release the breath he had been holding.

He let her finish her little ramble, blinking in confusion for a moment before he burst out laughing. Laughing. During sex. Buried now completely inside her. Was it- was it possible to cum and laugh at the same time?

He pressed a kiss to her mouth, his laughter tapering off into a chuckle. "Are you being serious or can it wait until... after."

Was it too good to be true, though?

Lumine's mind didn't tend to wander in that direction too often. She was grateful for what she had, for the people she cared for in her life. She didn't like to see affection (she didn't want to use the word love for him, not yet) as something she deserved or some kind of transactional matter between her and others.

Everyone was a little bit selfish, craving to be loved, to be accepted by others, and it would be foolish to deny it. She wanted to feel needed by others. Humanity's existence itself was based on how everyone saw each other, on everyone's expectations of how things should be or go. Everyone basically liked attention to a certain degree on their own terms.

Lumine tried her best to not let certain standards affect her view and life too much; to live by her own desire when she could, to be weary of what to avoid for herself if she wasn't ready to cross certain boundaries.

She crossed that boundary for him, though. And she had wanted his attention above all, lately more than ever.

Why had Ajax made his way in her life so resolutely? Surely, he could have just waved off their one night stand as just great sex and find whoever he might fancy. The social skills and look were not lacking on his part.

Then why her? The reason didn't matter. They just found each other. Some things did not need an explanation, she guessed. Neither a scientific study nor a physicalogical one could truly capture whatever gravity he pulled on her. The moon might control the ocean tides, but it was the Earth that bound her never-ending dance around it. She couldn't deny it even if she wanted to. The disappointment in her trembling body when he had stopped playing with her was overwhelming. She had been so close to see the stars again, and he had denied that to her.

Be like what? She wanted to ask him, eyelashes trying to flutter away the dizziness that had raised like fog in front of her eyes. He asked her a simple question, so she had offered a simple reply. She could even draw it out for him if he needed extra clarification of what she wanted him to do.

The huff of his laugh got lost in the fog. She liked his laugh. She could feel his smile against her skin. She wanted to trap that cocky grin of his between her lips.

But apparently, he had other plans, or he didn't need a thorough explanation anymore. The floor was taken away from beneath her feet and the world shifted, her brief shriek had her fight the lack of gravity, but his arms strongly held her trapped in perhaps the weirdest position ever she had ever been in her entire life. Even her own body was confused if she was supposed to feel aroused by the implication of that hold or to be uncomfortably afraid. She got tossed on the sheets that smelled so much of him, of winter pines and cold snow melting on one's skin. The scent that had stayed on her whens she had woken up in the morning on that summer day, or on halloween night when it had clung so hard on her skin she had to relief herself with her own fingers to ease the greediness he had not satisfied at that party.

The mattress shifted when his weight joined her, just in time as she rolled on her back to see his figure hovering her; his ginger locks sticking out more than usual, she wanted to tangle her fingers in them even more. Her hands followed the line of his shoulders, down his chest, feel his ribcage as they descended his sides, and whatever he was rummaging in the drawer he found, as his face appeared once again above her. She followed with her gaze the way his teeth ripped the packaging of a new condom, how he proceeded to wear it again. The anticipation had her muscles throb between her thighs.

She couldn't tell if he did that all on purpose or not. He must have known that was just some bullshit fanfiction stereotype move, right? She still stared, respectfully.

Her nails scraped his back, shifting to welcome the head of his cock back inside her.

Paper? Her lips parted in a pleased gasp, back arching as he filled her, as she felt her muscles stretch and make him home again.

"Wait-" despite that half breathed plea, her hands had still not let go of him.

"I can draw it for you." She licked her dry lips, focusing on the way his ginger strands fell just above the blue of his eyes, like a warm sunset on the sea "My artistic skills are not too bad." And she had paid attention to anatomy classes in high school.

"I got-" What did she have again? "Paper and pen in my bag." Right that. Her thighs pressed against his sides. If it was to move him away or lock him between her legs, she had not planned that far yet.

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Surely, surely, it was too good to be true?

A reoccurring thought he had with her. Their first night together. When he found her. When she joined him in his dumb escapades of showing his truthful affections. Her kissing his lips sweetly in the library. She had no need for him. She had her pick of anyone she wanted if she wanted them. And she had picked him. Ajax wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. To ask 'why me?' Why didn't matter, the experience did.

Ajax committed her breaths to memory, the soft slick noises of his fingers moving in and out of her, the way she rolled her hips onto his hand- he didn't like saying he was lucky but what else could it be?

Even in her sarcasm she was terribly, addictively sexy. His name fell out her mouth with intent and it drove him insane. Honestly, it was his attempt (in the sexiest way possible) to let her know he didnt know what the fuck he was doing. He had sex ed, hed watched porn but he wasnt stupid he knew it was perfomative, he knew in practice itd be vastly different. She moved her hips in a way that rubbed her lower back against his firm cock pressed between them, still a little wet from his own cum from round one. She did this again, and again, movements matching how his fingers rhythmically curved inside her just so.

Ajax huffed a laugh as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the top of her ear and withdrew his fingers without replacing them. "Okay," He breathed out with a smile, placing another half kiss to the side of her warm face, using the hand on her neck to move up and hold her jaw, turning it to place another messy kiss to her rosy lips. "If that's how you'll be."

Despite his haze and pathetically desperate need to be inside her, he was no longer wearing a condom and didnt want to trek back and forth again. So instead he was quick to move his hands down her body to the back sides of her thighs and scoop her up. She was light and slender, toned and very easy to grab. He held her against his body, her back to his front, suspended by holding her thighs to her chest with her legs slightly spread, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers. Confident he wasn't going to drop her even if she were to writhe, he turned and walked to the bed not too far away given the size of his studio apartment and threw her on the covers. Ajax followed by climbing ontop of her, leaning over her to grab another condom from the box in his drawer. Due to having to use one hand to keep him from falling on her, he ripped the condom open with his teeth, managing to remove the latex from the packet with one hand and his mouth before settling back to be on his knees. Ajax, back on his knees on the bed, smoothed the condom over his hard cock, delivering a fraction of the friction he was craving. He placed a hand on her thigh, the other holding his cock as he pressed the head of it against her wet hole with a lithe smile. "Need a pen and paper, Girly?" Was it cocky? A little over the top? Maybe. But maybe he deserved to act that way, when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was naked on his bedsheets. He gently began to push himself in. Inch by painful inch.

Problematic. She couldn't say she was exactly a problematic person or one who dwelled herself in actions that would put her in some kind of uncomfortable positions. Or, well, on an ordinary amount of times that was acceptable.

On the other hand, regarding Ajax, she had brought that problem into her life herself.

A problem she couldn't solve, one that deep down maybe she didn't even bother to. After all, wasn't she said problem in the first place? She got... Addicted to his presence. At first she wondered if it was just loneliness to have her keep him around her, simple curiosity for his person, to see how long he would actually resist to follow her if sex was, after all, what he was after. But he did stay, and she let him. He was unique in the way he presented himself, catching that clumsiness that broke that mask of charm he pulled off so often, so naturally. He was hard to not like. That was the problem, indeed. Or she was just easily pleased. Probably both, but could anyone blame her?

Or maybe she was just out of her mind. She wouldn't be surprised if this addiction of hers had sent her sanity to hell.

It might have not been a miracle to cause their encounter, however with his hand running close to her neck and his fingers moving inside her just like that, she might just give in to the idea that whatever they had wasn't explicable in simple terms.

Not when he made her feel like she could just let go of any ounce of control around him, fall on her knees for him if he wasn't holding her against his body.

Her head spun, or perhaps it was just his fingers moving the universe along with them with each stroke, with each breath moving mountains and oceans against her ear. His erection wasn't unnoticed either, even more arousing to know that he was already that hard again, just by touching her. He was barely deep enough though, and yet so painfully close to had the stars burn bright again in her body, see her before her eyes when they'd explode in all their beauty.

He opened his mouth, she rolled her eyes in response (and her hips, to meet another thrust of his fingers).

Ohhh, so that was the kind of game he wanted to play now.

"Do you need it written down, Ajax?" His name rolled out of her lips in a pant, not missing to press her lower back further against his wet cock. As if her thighs jerking for more friction, more movement were not enough of a sign of what she wanted huh.

Two could play that game. She had a pen in her bag somewhere, though.

She felt the head of his cock rubbing against the crack of her bosom, a turn of her hips and she felt it rub against her pleasantly, leaving its juices sticking to her skin as she rolled again, and again, working her own pleasure up, leaving him hanging. If he felt that bold to ask such a question, then surely he could take this too, or use his imagination to understand what she really wanted if he was that much of a smartass.

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Words are the tools of men who lack the strength to hold a sword. Who told him that? Had he read it in a book? He couldn't recall. But he always felt an aversion to it. Ajax believed in the power of words as much as the power of a weapon. It just depends on who wields it. Now, he had never been good with words, not in the grand scheme of things. Give him a soliloquy, give him a monologue, or a poem and he'd learn to recite it with the same dedication he had to combat and sport. But that was just it. He could regurgitate what he was taught with dedication and precision; to lose was to grow, to win was a mark of his strength. Yet, stringing his own words together, weaving a flower crown for royalty from syllables and playful double meanings was not his forte. He lacked the gift of creation, he was a conduit for those who could.

Simply put, he learnt quick.

He had learnt in such brief time how her sinews gave way her thoughts and feelings and how she was truthful to her wants- when she realised she wanted them. They were the same in that regard.

He felt her weight against him, the hand on her ribs moved up to her warm breasts, gently massaging them and rubbing his palm over her nipple until it hardened under his touch. He moved further up, to her chest, to her neck. Ajax held her closer to him, the pressure more in his palm just under the point between where her clavicles met than in his gentle fingers that instead found the feeling of her pulse.

Then she slid her hand over his. He eagerly cooperated, letting her guide him, letting her use his fingers to fill herself. Fuck that drove him insane. The sensation of her wet made him swallow thickly, the way he slid into her hole, the words from her lips he just about caught. The height difference was a slight detriment to their position, but he cherished it nonetheless; straining his wrist to get barely two knuckles deep, as far as he could go, before gently pulling out and pushing back in again. With no latex between them, he could feel each bump of her insides. God he wanted to learn her body like a blind man learns braille. Blue eyes washed over her body as best they could, seeing through the blond of her hair, mostly the mounds of her milky breasts and pink nipples, their hands disappearing beyond that.

He was hard. He felt her pulse under his finger tips. He pushed in to her. Pulled out. Exhaled a shakey breath at the quick idea of hearing her say his name as he came inside her.

"Do you want me?" He asked, low, breathy and needy. His fingers continued to work, faster that before, still only two knuckles deep, knowing he could go deeper but the position stopping them. "Do you want me inside you again, Lumine?" He loved the taste of her name in his mouth. Gods know he'd mutter it like a prayer when he'd touch himself, thinking about this moment.

The wooden floor was colder under her feet. Even with her back turned to him she felt his gaze burning on her skin, observing her in every detail, making her almost feel conscious of how for the first time since they had started seeing each other she had allowed him to see all of her, completely and honestly perhaps like she had never done before. He knew her name this time around, she knew his. That was progress.

And despite she had seen the way his eyes had looked at her with a desire that threatened to drown her in its waves, she still struggled somehow to comprehend the gentleness, the care in which Ajax's hands wandered on her skin as if he was painting a precious landscape, a view that perhaps was for him only and no one else's to see. She didn't know what to do with those thoughts, arms wrapped around her tummy, gaze unfocused and lost somewhere before her. She was just- feeling. Feeling wasn't bad though, not when it involved... Him. His fingers unhooking the last bit of her underwear, slipping down her shoulders until she moved her arms to let it join the rest of their clothes on the floor. His mouth leaving those soft kisses on her body, his hands holding her, sculpting her like an artist would do with their creation.

To feel so wanted that she might really burn in the night sky like one of those stars she loved so much.

Better, he said. With his body against her, his touch between her legs where heat had never really lowered in the first place. She felt her knees weaken, his boner pressing against her lower back as she leant against him, head against his chest, and eyes barely open to see the ceiling above her.

She almost missed his mumble drowned out by her small pants at each stroke he gave her. If it wasn't soaps he watched, then he really was just keen on embarrassing himself then. And if it was just physical want, either way no one had ever said that to her; to be wanted, to be craved in such a way the same way the soil needed water to thrive.

"I'm here." She answered in a breath, her hand moving to hover his, fingers tangling together. He wanted her, he had her right there. Between his arms, guiding his fingers lower, showing him how she felt even if she might not be able to say it into words. How he made her feel, how he messed up her every day life with his presence, having her standing still only because he was still supporting her, how wet she still was just by his vicinity. She lead his fingers by her hole, her chest raising heavier at the tease. That was the kind of want he pulled out of her, the yearning he had provoked where touching was just not enough, never enough. She moved his fingers inside her, her thighs threatening to give in at that single gesture. She wanted all of him, to every single drop until there was nothing left to take from.

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Guiltily, he loved the way she touched him, how her hands traced his skin, his muscles- under her heavy gaze he felt wanted in a way he never had been before. Despite the way he was so aware of her wandering, his body was not nearly ready for the way her fingers wrapped around his member. Ajax felt his muscles tense momentarily, inhaling sharply between his teeth at her touch. However he managed to touch her, to say what he said, to chuckle over his inability to undo her bra. By this point his semi was a full erection once again. He'd say it didn't take much but gods just the thought of her was enough to get him hard, let alone naked and in the flesh. Blue eyes, already a daze from his first orgasm, reciprocated the way her forehead touched his so he had something to focus on as the pressure was already starting to build in his lower abdomin... expert?

The touching stopped as she moved off the counter top. That's fine, he inhaled through the nose, that gave him the clarity to remember he had a task to do. Ajax gave her as little space as he could as she stepped out her skirt, almost naked and more gorgeous than he remembered. That went for her back too. The curve of her body was just as delicious, he was practically gawking at the view as his hands tentatively skirted over her skin like she was a sculpture he could crack with one wrong move. So enthralled by her beauty he barely heard her question.

Gentle fingers found her bra strap, to his delight he had actually managed to undo 2 of the 4 hooks on her bra, he took his time undoing the remainder like a she was art not meant for his warm hands.

The straps fell, the last of her skin bared to him. He leant down to kiss her head, further to kiss her shoulder. "Better." He finally confirmed in a low tone. While he was there he made quick work of his remaining garments, his trousers, boxers and socks all came off fairly easy. It was somehow easier to undress with her back to him. Not that he was conscious of his body. He wasn't unaware he was attractive by societal standards. He'd been naked in front of others too. But there was a total vulnerability now. No clothes on his body, no drink in his system, no fight to win, no game to play... just her, just him. As he is.

His hands were back on her body almost as quickly as they had left. The height difference was so much more obvious, feeling like he could bend over her, wrap his arms around her and cover her complete with his body. Instead he gently rubbed his nose over the top of her ear, he could smell her shampoo mix in with the scent of their quick sex. His hands moved over her body, one across her torso, under her breast, the other down her side, over her hip, fingers filling out the dip where her thigh and pubic area meet, before brushing over her still swollen clit. Ajax had wrapped himself around her like this, his body pressed against her's as he massaged her, running his fingers between her wet folds and back to her clit as he breathed against her ear. "I want you." He admitted, a heat rising in his face at the confession. "I want all of you." Ajax's voice was low, just for her in his admission as he became more firm with how he petted her.

It had been by her silent request for him to remove his top, sure, but it didn't mean she had to like him parting from her, even if briefly. She watched the fabric raise, inches of skin becoming his whole chest now bare, his top thrown somewhere by his side. He had freckles on his shoulders, of a warmer gold under the late afternoon light that she couldn't have seen when surrounded by darkness or the fake cheap lights of the student bar. She wanted to kiss them, see if they tastes like the honey colour they looked like.

And as she remembered from memories, the show off had defined lines to shape his abdomen, his muscles trained, fitting for that Roman Halloween outfit he had wore only a week ago. To her slight displeasure the view was taken away from her, but she forgave him the moment his mouth was back on hers; like the first night they had found each other, his lips dragged her in a slow dance, of tongues, of softness she leant in with a content sigh.

What a big show off, honestly. A small gasp escaped from her lips the moment he slid off from inside her, her fingers finding the edge of the counter to hold herself better, the haze of her first climax still dancing in the darker golden tinge of her hues. He definitely seemed to be more considerate than she could be right now, good at multitasking too.

Her hand raised to his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, following each path until there was none she had not taken, until there was nowhere else to go but move lower, tangling with rougher hair, finding the length that was still soaked in both of their fluids.

"Are you sure you haven't watched too many romances?" he sounded so serious with his statement, so easy to just follow on her taunting. Part of his charm. Well, she might as well test said determination then. She wrapped her hand gently around his semi, lazily following it's shape with slow, and delicate movements, while he dragged his hands on her, exploring her body in a way he might have not done even in their first time together that seemed to be so log ago now. Ah, her bra. That was what he was looking for. There was a pull, her teeth nibbled playfully at his bottom lip. Another tug, her nose rubbed on his. His laugh, what seemed to be almost nervous anticipation had her heart hum, in a foreign melody she might not be willing to look into right now.

"And here I thought you were an expert of chastity belts and ladies underwear." she pressed her forehead against his, the corner of her own lips turned up as she pushed forward to come off the counter. Her skirt fell off from her hips, gathering by her feet. It was becoming too restrictive anyway. She stepped out of it, turning her back on him, the longer strands of her blond hair tickling her collarbone.

"Better?" she asked, looking behind her shoulder.

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The sunset's dying orange glow bathed her in a light so beautiful it was enough to take his breath away. Ajax had never been one to seek relationships beyond friendships and comradery. He had goals, responsibilities, and amongst all of that falling for someone had never really been part of that picture. Actually no, he wanted a family of his own someday. A partner and kids he could dote over, a big family and a nice cosy house, bringing them home to Snezhnaya- if they lived abroad- for the winter holiday, passing down his family and nations customs. But if there was a bridge from one side of the river to the other, it was covered in a thick fog, a fog that had only got denser after the events of secondary school.

Then Lumine happened. He'd only told one person about that night and he'd picked and poked and made fun of him which was fine, he didn't mind, its how he was and oddly it was comforting. However, there was something amongst his ramblings and jabs that struck him , 'are you sure you're actually infatuated with this woman or did you just like the sex?' Ajax had to know. Find out for himself. Was it just the intensity of his first time that felt like the fog had started to disappear, or was it something more? This question ruined him, thoughts consumed by someone who was once a mystery woman with no name. She hasn't just cleared the fog, if only a little, she had been a light in it. And each time they met that light grew brighter.

His cock was still a little sensitive in its refractory period, he could feel how she clenched around him to his touch and the euphoria of it made him light headed. If this was a dream he didn't want to wake up. In fact, the sounds from her lips and the way she touched him only pulled him further down. Dangerous. She was dangerous.

He loved the way she shamelessly enjoyed herself, the way she moved to get closer to his touch had the side effect of sliding herself on his semi. Her words and warmth drowned out everything else, it was becoming almost impossible to remember there was a world outside these four walls as he mindlessly continued to gently massage her clit, giving a shakey breath as her fingers on his nipple was a sensative spot he wasn't aware of.

Too much? She said. Rest? She said. She had this habbit of coming in and out of his life on her whim, regardless of his chasing. While he had her in his arms, he'd cherish each moment for as long as they'd last. Even if that meant 3 days of nothing but continuous sex.

Ajax took her clues to remove his tshirt, which of course meant having to sadly stop touching her, the first hard step of everything that would follow. He pulled the fabric up over his head and discarded of it somewhere on the floor. After doing so, he gently placed his hands on her waist as he leaned in for a sweet kiss, a deep kiss, one that recentred him in the haze of her company. "Determination." He repeated between kisses, soft with adoration, "let me show you just how much determination I have." His point was punctuated with gently removing his cock from inside her, grunting softly as he did. The idea of growing hard inside her again was definitely appealing but for the sake of practicality and not ripping an already used condom, he did what he must. Ajax was quick to be back on kissing her again, still gentle despite his desire to consume her whole. One hand stayed on the softness of her skin as he made work of peeling the condom from his penis with a soft hum, only opening his eyes and turning from the kiss momentarily to make sure it went in the kitchen bin. Good thing he was a good shot.

Continuing, he ran his hands over her skin, up her sides, around her back to where her bra was hooked. Not something he had much experience in. He tried a few times, fumbling, seemingly undoing one hook, but there was more- how many does a bra need? His smile against her mouth turned into a chuckle, he felt a little ridiculous for not being able to do it- especially after his whole 'determination' line. He wasn't about to quit though. "I think chastity belts are easier to undo than this." He joked as he kissed her a last time before reluctantly having to give it a break. "Could you turn a little for me?" He would be the one to undo her bra... He just needed a little assistance.

Perfection was the enemy of evil. She liked the sound of that. Definitely liked the sound of it from his mouth of all things. And that smile that was as lazy as a cat bathing in the late afternoon light, with the smallest of sweat that had started forming around his temples, where her fingers were now moving away some of his strands from the corner of his eyes. She couldn't look away from him even she wanted to, as if she was truly seeing him for the first time. Actually, that wasn't right. She knew their non-date in the library had been a turning point. Yet, she genuinely felt like she was relearning all of him now: the elegant sharpness of his nose, the structure of his jawline, how his lips moved when he talked and how his featherlight touch had her melting all over again.

She felt her walls clenching around his semi even before he had started fumbling with the hem of her skirt.

A low hum escaped her, still too dizzy to process the full extent of his words at first. His fingers teasing her core had her chin tilt higher, lips brushing against his smile.

"I don't know..." Why were they still wearing their clothes anyway? "That requires lots of thinking." And lots of sex. And a cocky statement on his part. "Definitely enough time for trial and error." Her voice was lost in a murmur, another wave of pleasure invading her tummy. She had to lean forward and find support in his shoulders with her palms as she couldn't help but rock herself in his touch, looking for more friction, not just outside anymore.

"But three days..." Her fingers trailed down his top, nails scraping against his nipples as they made their way lower.

"That might be too much, no?" She found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up with not much of a graceful request for him to take it off. "Rest is as important as your determination, right?" She challenged breathily, another attempted roll of hips following the friction of his fingers on her clit. Because he was just joking right? It wasn't humanly possible to.. or was it? Guess they might as well find out, all for the sake of capitalism. Research. Astronomy. That.

[tosxah]

Waves of pleasure had crashed against him, leaving him panting, swallowing thickly, wrists aching from the way he still clung to her like his last life line. For all his dizziness, he was at least still aware enough to feel the way she tightened around him in her own orgasm, the way her hands tightened on his top and her shaking legs held him inside her. The noise that fell from her lips was the best praise a man could ask for.

Once the ability to understand function had barely been regained, Ajax littered soft kisses on the curve of her neck and jaw, gently releasing his bruising grip from her thighs as her post orgasm voice burnt his ears. He could feel her move and separated himself just enough for her to lift her top over her head, revealing her perfectly soft and heavy breasts being supported by a cute blue bra that suited her nicely. Absentmindedly, he grazed his fingers over her collar bone and down decolletage, feeling the heat coming off her skin and very thin layer of sweat from their... activity. "Multiple." He hummed in agreement, voice low in tone and volume, though it took him longer to process her words fully than it did to respond. "You're right." His fingers trailed over the details of her bra, thinking about how nice it'd be for her to wear something he had bought her. "Perfection is the enemy of evil, something like that." His lips turning in a slight smile as he trailed down further, eyes watching his own movements as he gradually undid the buttons of her skirt. Even her belly button was cute. Gently he pushed down her waist band until he could graze the top of her pubic mound. It was enough to remind him that even though the fabric of her skirt was hiding their intimacy, his cock was still buried inside her, sopping in sticky cum and still half hard. Was she the same, he wondered? In his curiosity, he looked back up at her golden hues while he slipped his fingers between them to find her clit, possibly as hard as his own cock, buried under pubic hair and between her wet folds.

"Might take us until Tuesday." He mumbled, lips ghosting against hers as he playful rubbed her clit, smiling as his desire to feel her tremble around him renewed with each second.

When the first year of college had started she had felt particularly lonely after leaving home by herself, before she had made some acquaintances. She had made new friendships quite quickly too, encountered all kind of people. Encountered a person who for the first time had made her heart flutter like perhaps no one else did before. And once said person had left abrubtly, that longing creeped back under her skin. Her grades almost faltered, until studying and getting her part time job became the main focus to keep her head busy at most times.

She didn't remember exactly when that rule had come into place within herself, but that small heartbreak she had gone through was definitely the root cause of it: sex was just sex. If it happened, good, but she wouldn't allow herself nothing beyond that physical need to satisfy whatever primordial desires she also had. She wasn't necessarily looking for them, and even if they happened, they were rare, that was why even with Ajax, on that early summer night she had avoided to give him her name. What was the point if she'd never see that guy again in a campus so huge she barely recognised the people from her own department area?

It was just physical relief, just a bonus point that he sounded more interesting than other people with a few exchanges and well, that his look completed the whole package. Where it started, it ended. No emotional attachment, only two bodies that needed one another on that night.

Lumine suspected the her of some months ago would have rolled her eyes if she could see her now. So intoxicated by the same guy she had basically tried to run away from the second time they had met.

She'd never been so pent up to the point she could feel her orgasm building up already this quickly, burning her to the core despite the couple of times this past week she had touched herself with the thought of the same hands running on her body, that hungry mouth exploring her all over again like no one had ever done with her.

She found herself cling to his body as if the world itself would be crumbling at any point underneath them, not able to move anymore when his thrusts had her rocking on the edge of the counter with the fabric of her skirt still trapped under her arse. She welcomed each push, each of his moans rolling out of her lips when her voice was not breaking. The smell of winter woods and sea salt mixed with something warmer, there was no alcohol that could make one's head this light headed. He pulled out, she could feel each vein and the material of his condom rubbing every inch inside her. He pushed back in, and out again, faster, firmer, the head of his cock hitting as deeper as she wanted, her back arching further if even possible. Just enough for her clit to hit his skin at each thrust. And it was exactly what she was looking for. She felt him throb inside her, his voice calling for her name, or perhaps it was still all just a dream of hers again. He came undone under her touch, felt his muscles tense under her arms, the way his hips rolled sharp and deep with a strength that left her breathless, unable to even let any noise leave her mouth when she had started seeing stars before her eyes. Her climax hit her in high wave, as if the ocean trapped in the blue of his eyes was submerging her completely, drowning her miserable needy self in everything that was him; his gravely voice right next to her ear, his heavy breath electrifying her from ear to toe, in the way they had finally allowed themselves to merge in the rawest possible way.

She shamelessly mewled, pleased, at her highest peak when the last wave of her orgasm washed over her whole body and cells.

It took her longer than usual to even regain some semblance of thoughts, as she still clung to him, breath trying to catch in her lungs, legs trembling against his waist but still tightly locked around him.

Oh.

That must be some kind of record for her too. That was... Quick. Super quick. Quick but good. Not in a bad way at all, just- Oh.

He was still inside her, even just his breathing had her shivering at how sensitive she still felt, his semi wasn't helping the situation either, how his fingers still held her thigh where she knew later there would probably be some bruises on her pale skin.

"I guess we still haven't found the title for your essay yet..." her cheek was tickled by his ginger strands, she couldn't really see his face from there. "We need to make sure to find the perfect title. Sometimes it can take multiple... Trials." the pullover she was wearing had fallen halfway her shoulder, definitely a sign to finally let go of him to pull it over head, leaving her in a baby blue bra made of lace and transparent to see just enough.

[tosxah]

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. His cock enveloped in her warmth, the way they failed to kiss in their ecstacy, the glazed look beneath golden eyes, forehead to forehead, ragged breath, the dizziness, her hands on his back and neck, her smell... Shamelessly he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Since that fateful night, Ajax had spent more nights than he'd care to admit touching himself over thoughts of her. Somehow she had managed to be at the forefront of his mind; whenever idle, he'd drift to the woman he hadn't even known the name of until a month and a half later. At first it was more or less an easier task to not think about it, wave it away and occupy himself else wise. But that feeling would grow, the memories more vivid each time- it wasnt just that he was horny, he wanted her- her- again and again. But he abstained. He tried his best to remind himself she was a one night stand, a stranger, that her body wasn't his to lose himself to. Fuck how long did that religious good boy act last? During the summer he went back home, managed to exhaust himself with sibling care  house hold chores and exercise until sleep was his only reprieve. But once back to his flat there was none of that. So he lasted about 4 weeks? Not too bad given his horniness might possibly have driven him to insanity during that time. The first night back he took a shower, alone with his thoughts, in the flat where one of the last times he'd set foot there had been with her in his bed. It was possibly the fastest, most intense wank of his life but fuck it was needed. Just the idea of her had him stiff and looking back on that night had him cumming into his shower drain in minutes.

After that, any time his brain remembered his dick was attached to his body, he'd remember the feeling of being inside her, her smell, the way she kissed, how once just wasn't enough for either of them.

Maybe he could repent for all that filth and sin by making her feel so good she'd be thinking of nothing but him, the way he thought of nothing but her.

Ajax barely got the chance to adjust to the way it felt to have her walls around him, the thin latex the only thing serpating the two of them, before she moved. Her arching, her shift to get friction... No, he really wasn't going to last long. Ajax didn't hesitate to meet her movements, pulling out half way to push back in again. His impatience and pending orgasm didn't let him to start slow, fingers digging into her skin, his other hand on her side under her top as he pounded into her repeatedly. Where he could, he placed a short messy trail of kisses from her cheek to her ear as he panted and moaned into her skin. Much faster than he would like, he felt the burning warmth of his stomach hit a boiling point, his balls clenching as he grunted into her jaw. His movements became sharp and possibly bruisingingly hard as he came inside her, pathetically mumbling some semblance of her name like a prayer in a low, gravely tone as he milked his orgasm in the warmth of her body.

This kind of light-headed feeling for once had nothing to do with any alcoholic beverage, neither loud music to help her taking down her inhibitions. Despite the solid surface underneath her, the world was spinning in a pleasing way, with barely air left to breath against his mouth and her fingers reluctantly forced to let go of him, from the only piece of clothing she really cared to take off him right in that moment.

She grumbled. Or whined. Both probably, as she was left with her feet dangling from his kitchen counter as there was nothing left for them to cling to now that he was gone, and her fringe to be moved from where one of the longest strands had fallen on one of her eyes.

She watched Ajax cover a few steps of his flat towards the small dresser next to his bed, observe in a haze the way the last of the afternoon sunlight bathed the freckles on his face, the same darker shadow in his eyes reflecting in her owns. A desire that was consuming their thoughts, or at least definitely hers. She'd been horny before, but this was something deeper, ironically. She was willing to let him do whatever he wanted of her. She wanted to see the blue of his eyes light up for her only when he'd finally be inside her.

She struggled to pay attention to his face completely, the way his boxers were barely covering his length now, jeans open and hanging on his hips, the toned body she knew it was hiding behind his top.

What a sinful view he was. It had her thighs fidget, a shiver that wasn't definitely the cold to run up her muscles. She wasn't even a religious person, but she might be willing to sell part of her soul if that meant to have more often that view.

She wondered if he'd want any help, but his mouth back on hers was her answer, her legs quick to wrap again around him and hands trailing to his back with anticipation that could kill her if this would take any longer. And as if listening to her own thoughts, his hand found her thigh, her breath catching in her throat at the movement itself, lips quivering just at his cock teasing the folds of her vagina.

Fucking cock tease, literally and metaphorically.

She was so close to complaining again with another whine, but it died the moment the head of his length pushed in. She didn't even realise she was barely kissing him anymore, lips parted against his, breath settling as he filled her inch by slow and painful inch, until all she could feel it was him. She felt her walls stretch around him, her back arching against him when there was no more for her to take. Her forehead fell against him, breath ragged just by having him inside her like this.

Ah, there it was, that look of need and raw lust she had seen that night, so violent she might have found her orgasm in that single gaze.

Her fingers tightened against his top, found his neck to hold onto as she rolled her hips when she felt ready to move, moving in a small circle to rub every single side of each of them. Shit. This felt too good, insanely good. Even better than their summer night. And they had barely even started. Maybe she was actually insane. That was the only explanation, to devour and wanting to be devoured at the same time by him.

[tosxah]

Words. How many? How...? His mind was going a mile a minute with one thought on repeat and that was Lumine. How she had the strength to ask questions at a time like this was possibly beyond his comprehension. He managed some answer between kisses, something that sounded like "a thousand" but that was far from true, it was much more.

There was something in her eyes that sent a chill down his spine and hitched his breath. It wasn't a look he'd ever seen in the eyes of another. Eyes for him and him alone. If only he could keep that for himself forever.

Her hand kept moving. It made any thought, native tongue or otherwise, pretty much impossible. Ajax swore internally. That at least he could still do.

The question and statement confused him for a moment. Was she implying she didn't mind? Every single God knew that Ajax was possibly a little too willing and capable to slip inside her without a condom, especially when she began to pull down his boxers... no no- condom. That singular braincell that still functioned outside of his desire to have sex with this woman was the last defence between them and the worst case scenario.

"Yes." He said under his breath as he kissed her until he couldn't breathe. "Just-" a kiss. "One-" another. "Second." A last painful kiss, his own lips probably as red and swollen, he wanted to bite hers to blood as he pounded into- fucking hell, condom.

With all the strength he had left in him, he peeled himself away from the legs of the stunning piece of art on his kitchen counter. He deserved a medal for having the ability to do that.

Trousers undone and sagging by his waist, his boxers barely covering the base of his hard cock tenting the fabric, he managed to navigate his way through the small studio to his dresser where in the second draw down he found the same pack of condoms from that night with her. Unused since. Pulling one from the pack and tearing it open he turned back to see her, skirt hitched up around her thighs, panty barely hanging from her ankle, face rosy from the kissing, hair a little messy from how he'd grabbed it, the sun sitting at just the right angle so it touched her skin with a golden tint, highlighting the wetness between her thighs and her pussy. Gods her pussy. Was it odd to think it was as perfect as she was? Neat and tidy and a pretty pink. Given how dark it was he hadn't really gotten to see its beauty the first time they had sex but there was no amount of fantasising over a dimly lit memory that could compare to the real thing.

These thoughts had all hit him in a second as he walked his way back to Lumine and reached out to her, grabbing her for a kiss like he couldn't live without her lips on his.

He could have cum on the spot, his hard cock leaking precum into his boxers was the last his body could take. Unskilled and unpractised as he was, Ajax's kisses got lighter and sloppier against her lips as he fished his dick from his boxers, unable to enjoy the relief he felt from its freedom as he quickly rolled the latex over his cockhead and as far down the shaft as it'd go- barely a fraction of the friction he craved. The moment it was on he was quick to grab the bare skin of her hip under her skirt with one hand, pulling her as close to the edge of the counter as he could without her falling and with the other hand he guided the head of his cock to her vagina. Gently running it between her wet folds and around the entrance as he kissed her, a mix of want and softness, before pushing himself inside her, Groaning with every inch he pushed deeper and deeper into her wet warmth until he couldn't any more.

Tuesday?

"How many words?" She allowed herself a deeper sigh to ask that question, his warm breath tickling her swollen lips she didn’t have to see in a mirror to know they were red from the way they had been kissing each other for the past minutes. Who hadn't at least once in their academic life written a whole essay a couple of hours before dawn with the help of strong determination and energy drinks? She was guilty of that too, but she was very willing to help him in the process, so all was good.

The uncomfortable feeling of her own precum spread between her thighs, his reactions enough to ignite a fire that was not afraid to burn a whole forest.

And then their gazes met.

His eyes were a storm raging, the sunset disappearing behind their horizon. So beautiful, so deadly, she couldn't get herself to look away. That was what she remembered the most from that night, too, that blue lulling her into a high she didn't know she could even reach.

Her name dripped from his lips, like honey, she wanted to lick it off his mouth but only stared in haze, as her hand kept dutifully rubbing his boner despite the fabric of his boxers still separating them. She wanted him inside her, hear him say her name like that again until it would become almost a prayer for her only-

Condom. Ah shit, yeah, she forgot about that. Ajax' inflection had her staring for longer than she should have, she had piqued the fact that behind his common tongue there was an accent hiding and slipping through even if rarely, but it was the first time she could clearly hear it when he spoke.

That alone did not want to make her stop touching him, quite right the opposite. In fact, her hand did not quit from massaging him, her fingers hooking at the hem of his own underwear impatiently.

"Do you have one?" She almost felt like whining, almost, as she questioned him, she would so strangle him if his answer was a no. Maybe ride him first, then strangle him. She could scold him about his irresponsible sexual health life while riding him, and afterwards force him to watch Mean Girls too if necessary. "I'm taking the pill too." She managed to add, pulling down his underwear of an inch.

[tosxah]

Possibly it was weird to self congratulate that he still understood the words from her lips as he lost himself to nothing but the way she felt. His pulse raced a mile a minute and the adrenaline in his veins may be the only thing keeping the sane part of him intact. Deadline. Deadline. "Tuesday." He barely managed to get out between sore and wet kisses. "We have until Tuesday." He smilled at the indesent and possibly impossible idea they be fucking on his counter for the next 3 days... well, scratch that, nothings impossible.

He felt her face turn away to the sound and grabbed it to kiss her deeper. No, he thought, only me. Only think of me.

Maybe she could read his mind as strongegs hooked around him, keeping him in place, locking her tighter to her body. Was it possible his overly sensative cock could feel her pussy lips through the layers of clothing or was he just that delusional?

His mind was racing, already ten steps ahead of their current mess but the reality of each of her movements brought him back to the now, like the way she let go of his hair and shifted on the counter. He could whine at her leg's release but managed to ground himself with a shakey breath as she complied to his wordless plea to get her knickers off, Ajax didn't even notice something else fell.

He tried his best to assist with holding her skirt up as she managed to pull her panties off, reluctantly giving her the least amount of space to achieve at least getting it around an ankle.

That moment felt eternal away from her touch, practically leaping on her to close the space once more and hold her in a neck breaking kiss.

Dark eyes mostly stayed closed but he felt her gaze on him and half opened to her all encompassing starlight hues. The way the sunset beamed through the window cast orange and golds on her milky complexion, she glowed like a statue made of rare ore, with a body and fave carved by the gods. He didn't want to exist unless it was under her gaze and touch. Gods speaking of touch, her fingers burnt him with each tug of his jeans, he almost choked when she began to stroke and paw his hard on, groaning against her lips with wanton lust. Fuck when she said his name... He was unraveling under her, he could easily cum just like this. But his desire to pleasure her over ruled his physical wants- barely. To feel her, to be in her, to cum inside her- it occurred to him, somehow, through the intense waves of insanity and pleasure there was a voice in the back of his head that reminded him he had a duty of care... "Lumine-" his voice was deep and with mixed emotion; the want, the need for her- it was tricky to get his mind working a remind himself he didnt want to be a teen dad... Though technically speaking he'd be 20 by the time she'd- No, no lets not go down that road. Luckily the word he was searching for was the same in his mother tongue. "Condom." He just about mustered under a shakey breath, swallowing thickly as he somehow tried to convey with kisses more gentle to her swollen lips that she was going to have to stop touching him for just a moment so he could find the will to grab a condom from his dresser. He made a weak mental note to start stashing them around his flat, just in case.

Her thoughts were a trailing mess, not like there was really need to use much brain in this kind of situation anyway. She barely heard his answer, her lips sore, sensitive at each kiss, at each time she dared to tease him with her own tongue.

Later. Later sounded reasonable.

What was the answer for? Oh, yeah, his essay title.

"Wouldn't want to be the reason for you to miss your deadline though." Clinging to whatever was left of her thoughts, it was the only way to still keep some sort of sanity. Even if her voice was breaking halfway through that sentence, which seemed to say otherwise. Said sanity basically ended up shattered the moment his hand made its way up her thigh, crashing loudly in the sink with that glass. She threw a glance towards the mess, but if Ajax didn't seem bothered by it, she guessed she could help him clean up later.

Her ankles hooked tighter around the small of his back, if she could feel the bulge behind the fabric of his jeans at each time she grind against it, she was fully aware of how shamelessly and uncomfortably wet she was already, the cotton of her underwear sticking to her at each painful movement.

Weeks of pining - and tension - resulted to this mess, but it seemed to sum up their relationship in a way.

She took his sign to reluctantly let go of his hair and momentarily stop her motions, her palm finding the cold surface of the kitchen for leverage, something else got knocked by her this time but there was no crashing noise at least.

Her other hand found its way in between the creases of her skirt. Of all freaking days, she had to choose a long skirt on that day. Curse her. She nevertheless found her panties, raising herself to tug at it and let it fall somewhere by her ankles, not even bothering to take them off completely.

She had been scared of that undeniable attraction to whatever spell she had put on her that dammed night she felt pulled by his gravity in that student bar. Why had she been so afraid if only a touch had her undo like this? She couldn't remember now when his mouth was on hers once again.

Now, there was no one or nothing to stop them, though, and if anything dared to, she was ready to freaking kill. He made her feel like a horny teenager. Well, she was horny indeed, but that wasn't the point. That uncontrollable lust that had her sit on his kitchen counter, her breath already ragged, clothes uncomfortable hanging to her body, but craving his touch so badly there was no time or will to take care of anything else that wasn't him only.

Her fingers found the button of his jeans, coming undone after a couple of tugs and the sharp sound of the zipper following right after. Her eyes half lidded, she searched for his own gaze, a silent request she couldn't find the strength to put aloud into words that made sense. Her nails grazed on his boxers, sliding lower under she could palm his hard on. He was very, very hard. A first rub, and she could feel herself getting even more wet if possible. Her hand started a slow motion, in circles, up and down, whatever she could muster as she kept a steady massage on his boner.

"Ajax..." She wasn't begging. Not yet. But that sounded more of a plea than anything else. Just touching wasn't enough. It had not been enough for the past weeks now. The Romans would have been proud of them.

[tosxah]

Was it possible to inhale a person? Ajax might just find out if that's possible by the way he couldnt pull his mouth from hers. She was addictive. Did she know this? Did she understand what kind of pull she had on him? He'd like to think with the way she wrapped her arms around his neck, the way she bit his lip, that maybe she did. Would that be worse? For her to be copis mentis in what she did to him or for her to not truly understand? Well, if it's the latter, he'll make sure she understands.

Ajax barely stifled a groan as she pulled him closer, the way she just managed to grind against him- what was the question? He's sure he'd forgotten common tongue for a minute. "Hm?" He kissed her deeper if possible, eyes half closed and craving every part of her. His brain had practically fogged over. "Maybe you can help me-" He spoke against her lips, his other hand hiking up her skirt, running up her thigh and sinking his fingers into her flesh as he kept her in place on the edge of the counter top. In doing so he ended up knocking his glass into the sink where it shattered with a loud crack. He didn't even look to see the damage, instead pulling Lumine closer as he ground his crotch against her pubic mound. Gods he was already working his way to a full boner. There was no amount of touching himself to the idea of her that could match having her in the flesh like this. What was that thought, "you can help me think of one later." Much later. Much much later. He kept grinding against her, kissing her, not allowing either of them to breath, they could break everything in apartment for all he cared. He just wanted to be inside her, to make her feel good. He wanted to hear his name in her mouth over and over again. The hand on her thigh crept closer to her hip until he could hook his fingers under the hem and gently pull.

To lose control, that definitely was something philosophy usually spoke about a lot, but she believed not in a positive kind of way most of the time. The summer night, the encounter at the patisserie place, every half-date, the Halloween party. Even just allowing him to slip into her existence was a deterioration of whatever control she believed she had in what surrounded her.

In other circumstances, that scenario would have unsettled her, but right between his arms, she couldn't find herself to complain that much.

Maybe it wasn't about what she needed, but what she actually wanted. Or the other way around, his mind was a little bit too high in the way he spoke to really make sense to anything too complicated.

She felt herself falling apart the moment his mouth was reciprocating, perhaps with even more need she could master herself.

Oscar Wilde would have loved what again? She got lost in the conversation, her hands trailing up his top, her arms wrapping around his neck as if to prevent him from moving away if he dared to.

But he didn't, good. Instead, he raised her to the counter of his small kitchen, the surface cold even if the fabric of her skirt was protecting her bare skin from it.

Shameless, absolutely shameless, the way her head tilted under his fingers combing their way through her pale locks.

"Have you chosen a title?" Her legs wrapped around the small of his back, pulling him closer to her if possible. "Of your essay." she remembered to add before she took her right to suck on his bottom lip, her hips attempting a first grind against his jeans and the crumpled creases of her skirt. She barely managed to muffle a needy whimper against his mouth. There were no dreams, neither her own hands that satisfied this indecent craving.

[tosxah]

For all his immaturity and selfishness, it didn't mean he never spent time wondering what she was thinking. The surprise on her face when he managed to find her after months since their first encounter was certainly a look he wouldn't forget. But he never wanted to force anything, he wanted to capture the first night they met over and over again; the electricity, the thrill, the intensity of it all. That being said he didn't just want sex. The sex that night was indescribably fantastic but he wanted to know her, all of her, he wanted to look into her eyes and know exactly what she was thinking and wanted those thoughts to be for him, of him. So he made it his mission to woo her. Lacking in experience he had nothing but fairy tales, movies, his older siblings ramblings of relationships and his own gut instinct to go off of. He'd Pavlov her into loving him if he had to. But all that being said, he still wanted her to want him. To genuinely and truly want him. Which is why that solum sweet kiss in the library had been the last plate in the ocean floor to shift and set off tsunamis in his heart.

She closed the distance and his inhabitations crumbled to nothing. She wanted him. Maybe even just sexually for the time being, he could live with that. Actually, with the way she kissed him between sentences, he was struggling to think beyond that.

Fucking hell, he could listen to her breathy talks on philosophy for hours. Ajax was almost pulling her off the ground with the way he cupped her cheek and wrapped his arm around her, kissing her deeply as the world disappeared. "Oscar Wilde-" he spoke against her mouth, relishing in another deep kissing and almost forgetting what he was about to say. "-would have probably loved that." His words tapered off as he caught her in another deep kiss, tasting her like it was the first and last time he ever would. To say Ajax was obsessed with this woman was possibly an understatement but his mind was ironically too clouded by her to care.

He knew soon kissing wouldn't be enough for him anymore, and skirted his hands down her body. Bending at the knee as he lifted her long skirt just enough so that when he grabbed her thighs she'd be able to wrap her legs around him without too much trouble. Turning them around, he placed her on the small kitchen counter like she weighed nothing. This way the height was evened out a little, allowing them to kiss without straining their necks. He could suffocate in this kiss, threading his fingers through her soft blond hair, drowning in her scent, he wanted nothing more in this moment than to devour her in the same way she had completely and totally consumed him and all his waking hours.

After their first encounter, their- friendship or whatever that bond of theirs could be called, it had been a slow and steady path between the two of them. As if after a storm, the tide had retracted back, and it was trying to make its way back gently to the shore.

He had intrigued her from their first exchange, her memory was a little bit fuzzy on that summer night, but she remembered enough to know perhaps what she concealed as a one time attraction had never been really that simple of a matter.

Objectively, no one could deny he was handsome; the perfect model looking guy with long legs, a body that she knew to be trained, she had scraped with her own nails the lines of his muscles. The wavy ginger hair as soft as it looked, where she had loved to bury her hands in, said locks burning under the sunrise and complementing a face dusted by galaxy of freckles. Those blue eyes that even the bravest ones could drown into.

He was witty, caring with her, funny- she had to stop her own train of thoughts, almost afraid that he could read her helpsness through her eyes.

She was down bad. Too bad, she knew that. But surely there were more pros than cons, right?

Despite all attempts to ignore whatever stomach turn he'd cause within her body, she found herself willingly, even if subconsciously at first, follow the rules of his own storm. She didn't mind dancing to his own music, she wanted him to be close to her, to feel again how much he needed her the same way she might need him. Even if it was just a physical crave, let her be consumed by it, by him.

Even if it was just lust, even if it was just two stars colliding against each other until they burnt together. Let them burn.

That was the kind of pull he had on her. Every time he looked at her with a sentiment she understood better now, every time his grin hid more than innocence. So many moments she had almost reached out for his hands, for his face. Many almosts, but always afraid to cross that line she had restricted herself with.

No wonder the incident of the cleaning cupboards had her basically climbing on him. Life was too short to have regrets. She read that somewhere on Tumblr.

Ugh, the way he said her name had her fingers gripping tighter at the fabric of his top, voice as low as when he had breathed heavily against her ear.

She only raised a little. He had already made half of the work by leaning down. Her lips found his, firmer compared to a couple of hours ago in the library, finding it harder to speak too far away from his mouth now that there were no potential unwanted eyes on them.

"We could study if you wanted to." Her breath fanned against his mouth, eyes barely raising to meet his own. "I could tell you about Epicureanism." She kissed him again "and whatever the pursuit of happiness comes through cultivation of pleasure" and however that linked with capitalism, but she didn't continue that thought of process as she her mouth was too busy on his again.

Or talk about stars, whatever really as long it meant he'd keep his hands on her.

[tosxah]

She was in his apartment. She brought the scent of something sweet and soothing with her. At some point he had wondered to the kitchen, heard her remove her shoes and place her bag down while he filled the kettle that didn't get turned on before filling a large glass with water.

"Study." Right they were meant to study. He sighed internally. The time they had been apart from one another made everything so much worse. Like a fire that ravaged a forest, all it took was a spark and she must know she was igniting every tree she touched.

"I'm a decent cook, you know. One day I'll make you a proper meal." He spoke into the glass raised to his lips, taking a sip as he mulled his proposal. He liked the idea of that actually, might be hard to have a candle light dinner at his desk for one but he knew he couldn't make it work.

Thankfully, Ajax had swallowed before she spoke his name because fucking fuck fuck it sounded so good in her mouth.

He placed down the glass and despite the action being gentle the sound of it touching the counter echoed in his ears. The man turned and finally faced her since looking away. She was beautiful. Truly a beautiful woman. Absolutely, purely, high level, museum worthy, beautiful. Ajax looked down at her, his back at the edge of the counter, as he subconsciously held his breath thinking about how the winters setting sun caught in her eyes made them seem like bottled starlight. His heart was loud in his chest. She was close. He wanted her closer. So close they melted into one another. She was a smart girl. Surely she knew there was no way they were going to be able to concen on a text book when nothing stood between them now. Ajax tentatively reached for her cheek and closed the distance, his head craned down as he guided hers up. "Lumine..." He began, voice lower as though someone else could hear them. "When you said you wanted to study, did you really mean it? Because, if I'm honest, I don't think I'd be able to concentrate with you here..." His jaw clenched as he consciously remembered to breath again, the very last of his will stopping him from eating her alive.

The sound of steps came from behind the door right after her knock, and following a soft click from the handle, Ajax appeared in all his height before her.

His hair was slightly more unruled, ginger strands hanging close to his long eyelashes. He was wearing casual clothes, but she could swear his top had changed to what he was wearing a couple of hours ago, or at least the logo on it looked slightly different.

She blinked at his question, realising they had both been quiet for too long.

The scent in his flat was so his, the moment she stepped in, it surrounded her like a warm blanket. Despite the few furniture, she still felt his presence was enough to make her feel comfortable wherever they were. That thought struck her like lightning, even in the nervousness that had followed her all the way here, now that he was before her, it was as if the tension had melted like snow under the spring sun.

And perhaps, the many questions that came one after the other, not giving her enough time to reply were enough to make her smile softly as she allowed her bag to slip off her shoulder, placing it next to the single seat desk.

"Wow, a full dinner service." She was finally able to speak when his many options came to an end. If they were going to study, the desk would not be big enough to fit both. Unless she'd sit on his lap. Or the other way around. She wasn't picky. Maybe the sofa? Dangerous choice, he'd have to be on the opposite side and avoid contact, to open at least her laptop before anything or anyone else could distract her.

"I thought we were going to study." She reminded him playfully, her gaze averting back to his figure. "I appreciate though, maybe after we get too bored of solving the mysteries of celestial capitalism?" He wasn't even looking at her. Huh.

She remembered to take off her shoes, leaving them by the entrance before she'd disrespect his whole floor. He was still standing by the kitchen area, the floor colder under the fabric of her cream socks as she moved towards him.

Her fingers gently gripped at the sleeve of his top, tugging ever so slightly, as if to quietly ask him for attention. His cologne was even stronger right by his side, she could basically taste it on her tongue, knowing exactly where on his neck she could find the place it would be sprayed on in the morning.

"Ajax." Her voice was as kind as the second tug she gave to his top.

[tosxah]

His apartment was only a few doors down from the lift. In the quiet he could hear the motored gears turning and the doors stuttering shut. This annoyance was in part why the rent wasn't as bad as someone would expect. At first the lift didn't work at all, so the fire exit was their only way up a good handful of stairs, and when he signed the papers the tenancy hadn't been drawn correctly meaning the rent wouldn't go to it's 'normal amount' once the lift was back in service. Due to his hearing, he couldnt even say he cared too much for the shitty way it was fixed. He was one of those guys. Right time, right place. Little bits of luck that got him from one place to another it would seem. That's in part why he'd work so hard at things. He wanted to steer his own future, forge his own path, he didn't want his luck to be where he starts and stops.

Ajax was in the bathroom, zoned out looking at the chip on the bottom right corner of the mirror -which he didn't remember being there- when there was a knock at the door.

Not too fast to seem as insanely eager as he absolutely was but not too slow to seem as though he didn't care, Ajax reached for his door handle and pulled.

There she was, clutching her bag, an ever so slight dullness under her eyes but nothing could make this woman less gorgeous. Gods was it insane to say he had missed her after just a few hours? He yearned for her company every waking second but the brief encounter at the library only intensified that. Shit, was he staring? He was. Ajax cleared his throat and stepped to the side to open the door further, "come in, do you want a drink?" He waited for her to step inside before gently closing the door behind her. "Coffee?" Fuck I want to kiss her. "Tea?" Looking at the kitchen area as he spoke because he knew if he looked at her for too long he'd go insane with want-no scratch that- he'd go more insane with an insatiable hunger for her. He didnt know what to do with his hands so tried to be causal about shoving them in his pockets. "Or water..." Give me strength to not pin this woman on the bed. "... something to eat?" The only reason this is remotely awkward is because I can remember in excruciating detail how you look without your clothes on and it's all I can think about. Was that tattoo real? The one on her lower back? Shake it off Ajax, she's literally just stepped into your apartment, fuck.

Study. Right. Studying...

By four o'clock, she had completed her tasks for the week, and the library had emptied from the last surviving students. There was only one person who had seemed so focused and well- exasperated while they stared down at the screen of their laptop that she waited until the last minute to politely remind them of the closing time. She almost felt guilty by their overreaction apology. She had seen this person a couple of times before, and they always seemed to carry eye bags and lots of desperation in their eyes, papers scattered around their laptop matching that whole... Doomed artist vibe. She wished them mentally good luck with what seemed to be... Architecture?

Somehow, despite the odd tachycardia suddenly plaguing her the past hours, she had been able to focus on her job.

Bag held on her shoulder to avoid it from slipping off, she turned the keys with a satisfactory clicking sound to lock the library's door before leaving it behind her back. On the outside she looked extremely collected, if it wasn't for the anticipation eating her from the inside of whatever this late afternoon could bring to her.

Either great wisdom or- sex? But weren't the greeks big advocates for human pleasure too? Wait no, that was the Romans, right? But the Romans basically stole half of their stuff from the Greeks, so pretty much all the same folk uh-huh...

With those thoughts, her feet brought her to the building she only entered twice before. The lift was quiet this time around, a soft creaking following its ascend to Ajax's floor. The hallway was also quiet, as she made her way to his door (with her own legs, unlike the first time he had 'showed' her around).

She allowed a long exhale to calm her nerves, she didn't know herself why she felt so self conscious, usually she was quite good at concealing any emotions to herself too, she proud herself on her bottle-up everything skills.

But nothing had ever been... Normal behavior around Ajax since she had met him. And this annoying building of- tension has been going on for some time now. Her the main cause of this truce, maybe she was a masochist...

Her fist knocked gently at Ajax's door, fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of her bag.

Studying. She was here to study and solve capitalism through Orion's guidance.

[tosxah]

Ajex was sure the Greeks were responsible for a lot of things they could discuss. A lot. Such a book smart girl like her, he was sure he could learn a thing or two.

She wasn't rejecting his proposition for studying at his place. Alone. In his bedroom. Alone. She was playing along. And he was still on a high from the gentle kiss. He couldn't be sure how his brain was making the leap from the words 'we'll find economical links' to 'bed me, I'm yours' but a guy can hope.

He almost missed what she said, of course she couldn't just leave right now that would be irresponsible and.... nah he was struggling to form a thought around the way the soft light hit her neck. What ge gathered was that he was being ushered out.

Ajax picked up the book on sheep once again, tapping on the cart and raising it for emphasis "Well then, princess, this is adieu for now. I'll be waiting for you."

Her kiss was short and sweet, her scent flooding his senses. Gods the restraint he had. He genuinely contemplated taking her hand, to kiss the back of it just to have the feel of her skin on his lips for a moment longer. But he decided against it, his heart and head so light he was sure if he touched her again a kiss to the hand wouldn't be where he stopped. Ajax took those thoughts of her with him as he left without checking out the book.

Once home he dropped the book on his desk and got to work making the place a little more presentable. Ajax was far from being a slob, his boarding school was more old school military than what most governing bodies would probably allow but he guess it did the job, for him at least. So his bed was made every morning, his dishes were done the moment he ate or cooked and for the most part things were put back where they were meant to be. His desk being cluttered after hours of studying and the odd piece of clothing on the floor happened but that was rare. He was no neat freak by any means but he was generally more tidy than what he'd seen amongst the way his friends lived. Less than 15 minutes and the place was guest ready. He looked at his clock. Still had 2 and a half hours to kill. He should really write his essay, the blinking indication of a would be paragraph haunted his document... the man sat down with a soft thud in his chair and stared at black page waiting for the inspiration to hit. Nothing. Until his eyes landed on the book. He closed his laptop, leaned back and got to reading.

Surprisingly, he found it quite an interesting read. The world according to sheep. He wasn't sure how his professor would feel about the concept but hey that's what these mid term essays were for right? The next time he looked at the clock it was approaching the hour. Though that being said he'd spent the last half hour repeatedly glancing at the time as though that'd speed anything up. He actually couldn't be sure he'd read beyond the first chapter of this book.

The last time she was here they'd watched a few movies and not... much else. Not that he didn't enjoy their non-physical time together, because he did, he absolutely did... That's very possibly what today would be too. He had to get his head out the gutter.

The book was practically non existent at this point and the count down was making him fidgety. Ajax ended up discarding of the book to his desk and decided to spend the next 20 minutes doing variations of sit ups and pushups. That at least made the time go, but it did mean he had to change his top and wash his armpits, dousing himself in his favourite cologne and generally just checking his aparence as he waited.

Okay. It was 4.05. She'd be here any minute.

He didn't say no to her offer, she guessed Ajax must also be willing to mess up his grades this time around.

"You'll find the night sky and stars had always a major impact in Greek's mythology. Who knows? We might find some links with the economical aspect too." They could find out lots of things later, definitely, even solve the world's problems if he might kiss her again. Luckily she had brought her laptop and bag with her, so she didn't have to go back to her dorm, but at this point make her way straight to his place after her shift ended.

"I still have three hours left..." Her eyes lingered on the silver watch wrapped around her wrist, golden stars scattered on a blue galaxy that had time trapped in it. A matching one with Aether's, they exchanged it before she left for college. Even time and space wouldn't keep the apart.

"I think I can find your place with my own strength and memory, oh valiant knight. And if you're leaving, please check the book out if you're borrowing it."

(The book would never be checked out ny Ajax in the end, but it was good she worked there and that she remember to add it to the database before leaving the library. She would so rather avoid Lisa's wrath if she could.)

"Now shoo." She waved her hand vaguely at his direction "before I actually lose my job." She quickly leant in for a kiss to his cheek, not daring to go for his lips again and risking to have someone call the police on them when she'd do more than just a simple smooch. It wasn't a matter of if, but of being aware they were as bad as one another, especially if he kept looking at her like that.

[tosxah]

When Ajax left for University it was completely and purely for nothing but the pursuit of a career. He'd gotten in on a sport scholarship and dare he say lucky of the draw when it came to financing it himself. He wasn't from wealth. He was in the right place at the right time. Some might call that fate.

That's all to say, he wasn't looking for anyone, nothing romantic. Boarding school had done enough damage... but he was never the type to turn from his desires no matter the detriment. Which is possibly why when this girl that shone like a thousand stars in the darkest of cloudless nights came home with him that day... Gods it wasn't a question of if. There was nothing but the potential beauty of something incredible that dripped from every interaction and moment there after. Maybe he was blind to the dangers, or maybe they just didn't exsist. What a notion. All pleasure no pain. She was ethereal, what harm could there be in a light so bright?

She needs the job. If only he could pay her way but he didn't have that much money. At least he could shower her in gifts and flowers almost as beautiful as her. He didnt fail to notice the way she glanced at his mouth. She wants him too. The beat in his chest was thick, so aware of how the muscle contracted rhythmically. It bleeds for you. Oozing eros and ludus for you.

"Deadline's Tuesday." Ajax almost moved to assist once again but it seemed he wasn't needed this time. "Nothing I can't write the night before with a pot of coffee and pure determination. Besides, think I found what I can introduce into my essay to make it more interesting." He said referencing to the book about sheep.

Oh. Studying? Ajax let out a chuckle, "Astronomy meets corporate greed? I think the greeks wrote a tragedy about that." Though he'd be very content with studying by her side, he could think of a few other things he wouldn't mind doing either- let's stop that thought before it goes further. "I could walk you back to my place after work, if you'd like?"

She couldn't say she had ever been truly in love. She had known familial love, a warmth of unconditional one for her twin and family, her only soul mate in a life where their parents were too busy and Aether had tried to take any burden on his shoulders for her too. She had known friendship, a happiness she treasured and that she wanted to keep cherishing with those who had allowed her into their world.

Infatuation, that was probably the closest to whatever romantic love was; butterfly in the stomach, an attraction that had her not think straight around that one person.

But love was never only a simple poem written on a bed of soft roses and music to soothe the ears, it was thorns that made skin bleed if not careful enough when you held it, if the flowers were not tended properly. She had read enough classic tragedies, found romance could leave her mouth dry, as if sand itself had made its way down her throat.

And there was him, Ajax. With his funny comments, his charm almost clumsy at times despite his facade, his tone thicker and sweeter than honey when she least expected. He never left, almost made it his duty to make her feel always taken care of in his own way. The flames he had ignited within her on that single first dance when she had met his eyes while he held her between his arms. There was a Fontanian saying she heard once, how a single look at someone would cause a bolt of lightning within them, common tongue translated it as 'love at first sight'.

He was roses and thorns, sweet scent petals and a bright crimson she was not afraid to hold in her hands now, even if that could potentially cut her fingers.

If that was love, she couldn't tell yet. She might have not been looking for it, but she had wondered if they were to get lost in a rose garden, they might find their way out together. Or perhaps being lost with him wasn't as bad as one might fear.

It was a very tempting proposal.

She wanted to kiss him again, her heart was threatening to come of our he throat so it took her a couple of seconds herself to answer to his offer.

"I need this job." She still didn't fail to look behind her back, there was only student who could have caught already what she just did but they seemed too focused on their books - was that a tear down her cheek? To care about the world around them.

She took the book away from Ajax's hand, not failing to glance at his mouth again.

"And shouldn't you be writing one of your essays?" She struggled to reach the higher shelf once again but managed to complete her task as she always did even before he showed up.

"We can study together after I finish here." She casually offered, adding quickly "if you want and if you have nothing better to do." Archons, as if studying was the reason of this offer of hers.