Artemis Lister (of_the_hunt) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-03 22:14:00 |
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Shut up, it hurts, feel I've been hit by a bus
Who: Artemis and Eli
When: Sunday morning
What: The inevitable awakening, and some confessions
Where: Lasko residence
Warnings: NSFW.
Artemis slept light by necessity, most of the time. When she’d downed a decent amount of beers and shots, however, she was a little slower to stir. Sunday morning brought with it bright sunlight across her face, and a pounding headache. She groaned, turning her head away from the window, burying her face in the pillow and trying desperately to get back to sleep. It took a few minutes, but then the nagging feeling that kept her from slipping back into unconsciousness took hold. The window of her motel room wasn’t in the right place.
Opening one eye blearily, she looked around as she took stock of her surroundings. She was naked, and as she shifted experimentally, it became clear she’d had a few rounds of enthusiastic sex the night before. Lifting her head from the pillow with a tentative wince, she peered over the bare back of the guy sharing her bed. “Oh, shit, how drunk were we last night?” She groaned, dropping her head back onto the pillow, covering her face with her hand. Eli fucking Lasko.
Elias was too hungover to wake up easily. Her initial stirrings hadn't so much as roused him, but when he heard the sound of Artemis' voice in his ear, his brows went up and his eyes fluttered open. He was sore all over. Partially from being wasted as fuck the night before and the rest of the soreness being chalked up to fairly rough sex. Christ. Rough sex with Artemis Boone. He let out a soft groan as he rolled onto his back and off of his stomach, covering his own face with his hands. "Very?" he replied as he scrubbed his hands over his face and dropped them at his sides. "Morning," he offered, trying to put the pieces of last night back together.
Artemis groaned, pressing the heels of her hands against her temples as if she could squash her brain back inside her skull, which appeared to have shrunk several sizes during the night. She ached from head to toe, and she was pretty sure she could feel bruises forming. Christ, she must have been out of it. Although, now he’d rolled onto his back, she had a pretty good view of him. And her lioness certainly liked what she saw.
He sighed a little as he looked over at the woman. She wasn't the only one who'd been out of it. He wasn't even sure how to react to her now that she was lying in his bed. He supposed he should be thankful that she wasn't ripping his face off or threatening to murder him. Small favors. "I suppose you're to blame for half of my soreness," he said teasingly, a little smirk sliding across his lips. "So did we get naked and fight each other or did we at least have a little fun?" he questioned, knowing the answer but hoping to get some sort of smile or annoyed look from her.
Artemis chuckled softly, regretting it a moment later when the little men wielding hammers in her head started pounding more ferociously. “Oh, I think we had fun,” she purred, stretching, writhing catlike against the sheets with a sultry grin. Because yeah, hungover sex with Elias? She was up for that.
Goddamn she was evil. Evil and hot as fuck. His cock seemed to think so too, his slight morning hardon practically solid after her stretching. "I think I'm up for a little more fun," he commented, reaching over to fist a handful of her hair in his hand and dragging her towards him so he could kiss her.
Artemis growled happily, scratching her nails down his back as she slid across the bed and into his arms, biting fiercely at his mouth, the kiss a competition, a fight as much as a press of mouths. She rolled her hips against his, lifting her leg and sliding it over his hip, practically purring as she pressed against him. “Mmm, someone’s up early...” she teased, smirking. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, biting hard before releasing it with a pop.
Elias groaned against her mouth, rocking his hips into hers at her comment. "Yeah, well I don't hear you complaining," he told her, pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back, putting them near the edge of the bed enough that he could reach out to open the drawer of the nightstand and collect a condom from inside it. "Less talking," he said. "More riding my cock," he went on, handing her the little foil square and smirking up at her.
Laughing throatily, Artemis rolled with him, pushing herself upright, taking the condom from him with a smirk. “Oh I see,” she purred, “you want me to do all the work?” Because yeah, like it wasn’t obvious what he was doing. She didn’t blame him, not if his head was pounding as hard as hers. And hell, she liked riding guys like this. Ripping open the condom, she backed up enough to wrap her hand around his cock, stroking him a couple of times before smoothing the condom down, squeezing teasingly.
"As sore as I am right now I'm pretty sure that I was doing all the work last night," he smirked, shaking his head a little at the woman. He couldn't really be too upset, however, when she shifted herself back and slid the condom in place. Fuck that was nice. Especially once it was on and she was squeezing him, getting his cock to twitch appreciatively in her grasp. "Gonna tease me all morning or are you going to hop on, kitty cat?"
In lieu of an answer, Artemis lifted up, steadying his cock with her hand as she sank down, taking him into her inch by inch. She moaned throatily, head falling back, her eyes slipping closed as she seated herself on him fully. A slow shudder ran down her spine, eyes a little less blue, a little more gold as she opened them to look down at Elias, slowly lifting up once more. She paused, teasing him a moment, before sinking down once more with a low groan. God, he felt good.
"Christ," he whispered, hands sliding up her thighs to her hips, letting her lead for now because fuck she had the right idea. His eyes drifted between her thighs, watching as she sank down on his cock, letting it disappear inside of her. Yeah, that was fucking sexy as hell. He had to force his eyes upwards to her pretty face otherwise he'd not last two seconds from the visual stimulation. He leaned up and caught her lips with his own, groaning against her mouth and capturing her lower lip between his teeth. "That's it, pretty kitty," he smirked. "Ride that dick."
Artemis purred into the kiss, rocking her hips against his, sinking down on his cock again and again, fighting the urge to howl with just how good this felt. She grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging hard as she kissed him, biting at his lips, his tongue. She didn’t want gentle, not now. She wanted him to fuck her til she screamed.
Okay, riding him was over with. Especially when she started pulling his hair and biting at his mouth and tongue. He hooked his arm around her waist and flipped them over, wasting no time in finding a quick and forceful rhythm, his hands sliding up to grip hers, forcing them over her head and into the mattress. He grunted with the force he put behind each thrust, his eyes on her face as he all but pounded her into the mattress. "Talk to me," he ordered her as he bent down enough to nip at her mouth. "Tell me how it feels," he went on. He wanted to be praised, wanted to hear how much she liked what he was doing.
Snarling, Artemis writhed underneath him, making a show of struggling to break his grip. With her were strength, she could reverse their positions easily enough...but really, she was more than happy with how things were right now. She wrapped her legs around his ribs, arching her hips up against every thrust, pushing back against him. “Oh, fuck that feels good,” she moaned, practically shuddering. “That’s it baby, fuck me hard. Wanna feel this for days.” She was a hell of a lot more talkative than she had been the previous night - booze made her pretty much nonverbal in bed.
He smirked a little at her words, snapping his hips more roughly against hers. He kept up that pace for a moment or two before deciding it was about time to check out her flexibility. So he shifted, pushing her legs up on his shoulders and bending her almost in half, groaning as he sank even more deeply into her. "Fuck yes," he whispered, his voice raspy with arousal. "Such a tight little cunt."
“Mmm, that’s it,” Artemis groaned, twisting her hands in his grip, just to test him. “God, you’re making me so wet...feels so fuckin’ good...” She hitched her knees over his shoulders, meeting his thrusts as best she could, pinned down and bent in half like this. “C’mon, Eli, fuckin’ take me. Harder.”
He gave in to her demands, rocking his hips more forcefully against her. "Fuck yes," he whispered again, hands sliding to her hips and gripping them tightly. "You're so fucking hot," he breathed. "Clench those muscles, baby," he whispered. "Squeeze that dick." This was wrong on so many levels but fuck it felt good. He supposed only the bad things did.
Her hands now free, Artemis clawed at his biceps, snarling as she clenched tight around his cock, writhing under him. “That all you got?” She challenged, leaning up to kiss him, biting at his lower lip harshly. “C’mon, fuck me harder. Wanna feel that big cock of yours pounding into me.” God, he was good. She couldn’t regret whatever had brought them both here, not when he was making her feel like this.
Oh, so she wanted to challenge him? He smirked against her mouth, sliding his hands beneath her and hooking them against her shoulders to pull her down with each thrust he made. If it was a pounding she wanted, then a pounding she'd get. He growled out at her, biting back against her mouth, not worrying about making marks since she obviously wasn't. She'd more than atoned for breaking his nose because Elias couldn't lie and pretend this wasn't the best sex he'd had in, well, ever. "God yes," he grunted. "Take that cock."
Artemis almost screamed, her nails scoring bright lines down his arms, clutching at him as she hung on for dear life. She couldn’t do anything else; like this, she was utterly at his mercy. “Oh fuck, yeah,” she groaned, the words gasped out between loud cries, growling screams that weren’t anywhere near human. “That’s it, baby, c’mon...” She writhed under him, his every thrust grinding against her clit, her pussy soaking wet as she tensed her muscles around him, just to feel him.
He loved those little noises she made. The way she acted like she couldn't get enough of him. It stroked his ego, to say the least. Mind-numbing sex for the win. Fuck. He was spiraling towards completion, so close he thought he might burst. "Ah, fuck," he grunted, nipping at her lower lip roughly, eyes on hers as he snapped his hips more quickly against hers. "So close," he breathed. "Come on that cock, kitten."
She whimpered at the change in pace, clutching at him, fighting to keep her eyes open, on his face. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and she screamed his name loudly as she came, clenching around his cock, her entire body jerking under his. Just when she thought it was starting to die down, when her body had stopped trembling, his cock slamming into her brought on another climax, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath.
Fuck yes that was hot. The first climax that tore through her was almost enough to bring him over, but he kept thrusting, slamming his hips into hers. The second was what pushed him over. His hips faltered, the thrusts more shaky and shallow as he found his own release. A strangled groan escaped him, his eyes closing as he groaned almost as loudly as she had. Fuck. It took all the strength he had left to keep from collapsing on the woman, though he did shift to rest his weight on his forearms as he hovered above her. "Goddamn," he breathed, catching her mouth in a kiss, a bit less rough than the last few.
Artemis literally purred into the kiss, sliding her hand into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp as she kissed back, slow and lazy. “Mmmm, good morning to you too,” she murmured, smirking. She eased her legs off his shoulders, straightening them out with a low groan, enjoying the feel of his body against hers far too much to make him move just yet. “How’s the hangover?”
Elias smirked a little at her morning greeting. He wasn't ready to move just yet either, so he didn't. Instead he let his fingers run through her hair, gently sliding through the blonde strands. She really was beautiful when she wasn't being a cunt. Hell, she was beautiful then too. "Better," he told her honestly. His headache was slowly going away and despite the aching all over his body, he felt like a million bucks. "Doesn't hurt as much as that day a were broke my nose," he teased.
Artemis chuckled softly, tilting her head back with a soft, happy hum as he played with her hair, her eyes slipping closed. “So I’m guessing your brothers didn’t come home last night,” she said after a moment, still grinning. “Since there’s been no pounding on the door, telling us to shut the hell up.” Which she’d more than expected, with the amount of noise the two of them had been making.
"The room is spelled," he told her, reluctantly sliding his hand between them to hold the condom in place as he pulled out and got rid of the latex sheath. Returning to the bed, he pulled her body against his own and sighed a little. "No sound goes out anymore so I can be as loud as I want and no one hears anything," he explained. He left out which witch had done the spell because he still didn't entirely trust Artemis. Letting her know Jayne was a witch wasn't something he was prepared to do.
Artemis let Eli pull her close, more because she didn’t have the energy to resist than because of any desire to - god forbid - cuddle. “Same guy who did the circle you stuck me in?” She asked, scratching her fingernails lightly against his chest, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Her head still hurt, but not nearly as badly as it had when she’d first woken up. And much as she might not trust Eli, or witches, she couldn’t deny that this was nice. Lying here, in peace, and knowing that no matter what happened, they wouldn’t be interrupted.
Elias shook his head. He wasn't going to lie to her. He wasn't the sort of guy that really liked to lie if he could help it. "No. Not the same guy," he admitted. He let his fingers slide through her hair, not really caring if she wanted to cuddle or not. She wasn't fighting him off so she obviously didn't hate it that bad. "And I'm sorry about that. For not giving you more of a choice, but I didn't really think there was any other option when you didn't want to listen to reason. You're stubborn as fuck," he told her. "But I wish I'd gone about it differently." He could at least apologize for that.
Right now Artemis was practically purring - hands playing with her hair tended to have that effect, even moreso now that she was part mountain lion. “Mmmm, woulda saved you trouble. And a busted nose.” She pointed out, not even angry about it now. Well, not angry enough to do anything about it. “I...I dunno if I would’ve listened to any other way,” she admitted, looking down at her hand, fingers still stroking his chest. She shrugged one shoulder, just a little. “I wasn’t...” she laughed humorlessly, “hell, I’m still not in a good place.”
He sighed a little and brushed her hair back from her face so he could catch her chin with his hand and nudge her head up enough to look at him. "I know the feeling," he told her honestly, eyes searching hers for a moment. "It's like everything you believed to be true suddenly doesn't make any sense but you still want to keep doing what you've been told, what you've been taught is right. But you feel guilty because now you're one of 'them' and you don't know what you're supposed to do. You think everyone's going to turn on you, even the ones you love the most. Especially the ones you love the most. And you can't trust anyone." Yeah, he knew how she felt.
Artemis just blinked at him. It was like he’d reached inside her, pulled all the things she didn’t want to think about, didn’t want to say, and just laid them out in front of her. She blinked away shocked tears before they could fall. “You a damn mindreader now, Elias?” She tried to joke, embarrassed at appearing so open, so naked in front of him. Being physically naked was no big deal. But talking about things, like this? Hell yeah, that made her feel vulnerable. She tried to pull away from him, moving to sit up, start grabbing her things.
Elias sighed and held her a bit tighter. She might not want to talk about it, he didn't blame her, but she needed to. "No," he told her. "A seer," he admitted, immediately worrying over the simple truth as soon as it had slipped from his lips. But she really couldn't freak out too much considering she was a damned were. It wasn't like either of them had chosen their fate. "I was in a pretty bad accident on my motorcycle," he explained. "Hit my head hard enough to fuck some things up apparently and now I have fucked up visions. So yeah, I get it. Not a mindreader, but I know what you're feeling because I feel the same way."
Artemis gaped at him, no longer pulling away. “You...” she started, then realised she had no idea what she was going to say. What she could say. “Well that sucks,” she said at last, summing up the situation rather succinctly. “So, seer - like, visions from the future?” She was curious, more curious than scared in fact. He was the one person who understood, who knew what it was like to be her. That, paired with the way he’d fucked her to within an inch of her life...well, it was a pretty irresistible combination.
Well, at least she wasn't having a cow. Thank god for small favors. "Yeah," he told her. "I'm still kind of confused about the whole thing and honestly I haven't even bothered trying to research it because I guess in my head that just makes it more real and I'd like to keep pretending that it's not real for as long as I can." It was easier that way. Not dealing with it. But he'd have to eventually. It wasn't like he could keep pretending he was the same man forever when he obviously wasn't. "I haven't had that many visions. A few since the accident. Most of which were just confusing. I guess I'm hoping if I ignore it long enough it'll just go away but I'm only fooling myself. And not even doing a good job of that."
“Yeah, because we both know how well that ends,” Artemis pointed out, rolling onto her front beside him, leaning up on her elbows to look down at him. “I’m not pretending to be the poster child for healthy coping here, but yeah. You know it’s not gonna work. You’re not on a fucking monthly schedule like me, but you gotta face it sometime.” She shrugged, looking down at her hands. “And on the plus side, you got your family here to look out for you.” Which was more than she had - and much as she wished she could run home to her family, she knew she couldn’t. Not ever. She still wasn’t thinking about that too deeply.
He knew she was right, he just wasn't ready yet. It was easier to not have to think about it. Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers over her cheek and flashed her a smile. "Yeah, well you've got me looking out for you and a lot of good that did me," he teased. "I suppose the mind-blowing sex will have to be atonement enough," he murmured, leaning up to kiss the woman once more. "And you promising me that you're not going to kill yourself would be nice too."
“I don’t make promises,” she answered shortly, pulling away from him. She sat up, running both hands through her hair, her knees drawn up to her body. And then looked at him over her shoulder, smiling just a little. “The mind-blowing sex, though, that might keep me going for a while.” Potentially inappropriate teasing, admittedly, but at least she was honest.
He sighed a little. It wasn't as though he didn't expect that sort of response, however. She hadn't coped fully with her own situation any more than he had. He didn't blame her really. It still didn't make him feel great to think that she'd really off herself. "I guess I'll just have to make sure you get plenty of sex then," he smirked. "Then you won't want to."
Artemis laughed, twisting back and leaning down to kiss him slowly. “Mmm, gonna hold you to that,” she purred. “But right now, I need coffee. C’mon.” She slapped his thigh playfully, sliding off the bed and out of retaliatory range. Grabbing a clean thong out of the pocket of her jacket - because yes, she was that well-prepared - she slid the underwear on, before snagging his shirt off the floor and shrugging it on. Flipping her hair out of the collar, she smirked at him. The shirt barely covered her crotch, and when she turned around, it pretty much looked like she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath.
It should be illegal for someone to be that damned sexy. His eyes lingered on her ass for a moment before he could muster up the ability to get up from the bed and grab a pair of boxers from his dresser. Pulling them on, he sighed. "You should probably be prepared," he commented as he opened the door. "Somehow I think you're the last one they expect to see at breakfast."