Artemis Lister (of_the_hunt) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-31 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.21.11, artemis, artemis and elias, elias |
When I dream, I'm doin' you all night...
Who: Eli and Artemis
When: 10.21.11 - Late Friday night
Where: Lasko residence
What: stubbornness finally gives way.
Warnings: NSFW
Artemis had been thinking about Eli ever since the weekend. She’d deny it if asked, of course, but he’d been firmly fixed in her mind. Even once the bruises had faded, as they had by now, she still felt like they were under her skin, like she could still feel his mouth on her. It was infuriating, and damned distracting. Not that she had much else to do, save hustle a few poor saps out of money playing pool. She’d gone out looking for some fun a couple of times, hoping to wipe the memory of Elias fucking Lasko out of her mind, but that hadn’t helped. Every guy she’d seen, she’d been comparing to him. She ended up going home alone, horny and pissed off, practically humping her hand as she did her best not to picture him.
By Friday, she’d had enough. Eli was well and truly under her skin, and she needed to get him out. Maybe if she fucked him again, she could stop thinking about it. Yeah, she didn’t even believe that herself. But still, here she was. Round the back of the Lasko’s house, a handful of gravel from the neighbor’s run-in, looking up at his window. She didn’t want Josh or Max knowing she was here, after all. Tossing a stone at Eli’s window, she waited a second. Then threw another. Waited. And another.
Artemis was on Elias's mind as well. No matter how much he wanted her to just disappear from his memory, she wouldn't. She was stubborn, even the memory of her. She was wedged in so deeply that it felt like even if he clawed at the images, she'd just burrow down deeper. He'd spent the last several nights having to remember those memories, use them as masturbatory fodder and having to jerk off at the thought of her. If he didn't, he'd just be horny and irritable. He hadn't called her because she hadn't called him. He didn't want to be the first to break, refused to be the one to cave. He didn't want to admit that he wanted to see her, that he practically needed to see her.
By Friday he wasn't sure he could take it any longer. He'd just gotten out of the third shower that day, towel wrapped around his waist, annoyed as fuck at himself for giving into the urge to think about Artemis. It was harder to quit her than it was to quit smoking. Neither of which had he been successful at. He grabbed a cigarette from the pack and put it between his lips, picking up the lighter about the time the first thunk of a pebble hit his window. He blinked a little, not thinking that he'd actually heard it at first. The second he was a bit more sure of and by the last one, he knew for sure someone was trying to get his attention. Lighting the cigarette, he tossed the lighter onto the nightstand and made his way to the window, pushing it up and leaning out of it, the cool air making him shiver a little. He was still damp from the shower, hair still a mess as he looked down at the ground below.
He thought he'd lost his mind when he saw Artemis standing there with a handful of gravel. "Artemis?" he breathed, so softly that it was likely she couldn't even hear him. He gave her a very clear 'what the fuck?' sort of look and just stared, waiting to see if she was actually there or if he was imagining her presence.
Oh, and wasn’t that a nice view...Artemis grinned up at him, naked, his hair wet and tousled. That made her all kinds of happy. Dropping the handful of gravel, she bent at the knees, leaping up and catching hold of the edge of the porch roof, pulling herself up in one smooth movement. “Hi,” she murmured quietly, arching an eyebrow as she checked him out, utterly shamelessly. “I’m glad I didn’t call ahead, you might’ve been dressed by the time I got here,” she said, smirking as she prowled across the edge of the roof towards his open window.
He watched her leap onto the porch roof and he knew well and good at that moment that her were abilities were certainly being used. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but he had to admit that it was pretty sexy to see her do something so strenuous so effortlessly. "At least I'm not naked," he muttered as he drew another drag from his cigarette and pulled his head back in the window, letting her continue her path towards it. He grabbed his ashtray and flicked the ashes from the cigarette into it, glancing back over at the window as she climbed inside. "I wasn't expecting to see you," he told her honestly, leaving out the 'ever again' part that was the truth.
“Yet,” Artemis teased, at his muttered comment about nudity. She climbed through his window elegantly, shedding her jacket in one smooth movement as she walked across the room, tossing it over the back of his desk chair. She shrugged, hands tucked into her pockets as she turned, looking around the room. She’d been too drunk and distracted - and then too hungover - to pay attention to it before. “I was in the area,” she said breezily, a complete lie. “Thought I’d see if you were interested in a repeat performance.” She smirked a little, leaving him in no doubt as to what kind of performance she was speaking of.
God he was interested. More than he wanted to be. He was also stubborn as fuck, even now. "In the area?" he scoffed, not believing that for a second. "Your hotel is far as fuck away from here," he reminded her. "And I doubt any hunting you've been doing brought you this way." He took another drag from his cigarette, eyes on her body as she moved about the room and propositioned him for another wild night. As much as he wanted to say yes, he wanted to say no too. He was already hopelessly attached to this woman for so many reasons that he didn't want to admit. Falling into the sheets with her once more would only do more damage. For now he didn't say a word towards her proposition.
She hadn’t known that Eli smoked; he even managed to make that look hot, his cheeks hollowing as he took a deep drag. She sighed, leaning against his desk, one hand either side of her hips, her fingers curled around the edge. “Fine,” she murmured. “I came over here because I wanted to see you. Happy?” She tilted her head to the side, blonde hair falling loose around her bare shoulders, the straps of her thin white tank top not hiding the bra underneath, one strap slipping out, red stark against her skin.
Yes, he was happy. He didn't show it on his face, however, not wanting to give her the satisfaction just yet. He flicked the ashes into the ashtray, took one more hit from the cigarette and then put it out and sat the tray aside. "Not unhappy," he told her honestly. That was about all she was going to get at the moment. "Just surprised."
“Wow,” she murmured. “That’s a rousing endorsement of how good I was...” she crossed her legs at the ankle, leaning back on the desk, watching as he set the ashtray aside. “If you don’t want to fuck me, just say so,” she said, arching her back just a little, practically displaying herself for him. “And I’ll get out of here before Thing 1 and Thing 2 realise I’m even in the area.” And yeah, she’d be pissed off if that was the case. But she really didn’t think he was completely indifferent to the idea.
Elias sighed at her words, ignoring for now the way she put herself on display, arching in such a way that his body felt hot immediately. "I didn't say that," he told her. "Any of that." And he hadn't. He just wasn't really sure what to say without sounding needy and ridiculous. "It's been almost a damned week, Artemis," he reminded her. "We haven't talked, texted or seen each other. I figured you'd left, honestly. Now you're here and I really don't know what to think about it." Surprise was about the only certain thing that he was feeling that he could actually decipher.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, folding her arms. “You could have called me,” she pointed out. “I figured that between Maxi-pad and Captain Broody, I’d end up with a bullet in my spine if I tried to call you.” That, and she was trying (and failing) to persuade herself that she didn’t want him. That she didn’t need to see him again. She pushed up off the desk, walking slowly across the room towards him, hips swaying wickedly, a hungry look in her eyes. “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to,” she murmured. “Just...scratching an itch.” Her voice was a low, wicked purr, as she stepped closer.
He sighed. "That's not the damned point, Artemis," he muttered, eyes on her face. "I do want it to mean something but it doesn't. Not to you. Scratching an itch. Which is fine and dandy in most cases but I'm easily attached. And that's not what you're after," he pointed out. "No matter how much I want to shove you against something and fuck you until you can't stand or breathe or think, I can't. I've been trying not to think about you, and failing, all fucking week. I can't get you out of my fucking head and I swear to God I have completely forgotten all my go-to jerk off fantasies because I'm too busy remembering how fucking hot you are when you say my name."
“Eli...” Artemis murmured huskily, brushing her fingertips against his stomach as she stepped in close, close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. The thought of him jerking off because of her, of him thinking about her all week...yeah, that was hot. “C’mon, I know you want me.” She breathed in deep, eyes fluttering closed. “I can smell it.” Her eyes were paler when she opened them, blue bleeding to gold. “What d’you want me to say? That I’ve been thinking about you all week, too?” She wet her lips, dropping her gaze. “That I tried going out and getting laid and couldn’t, because all I could think about was you? And how much better you smelt? How much I wanted to come back over here?”
She just had to go and say his name like that. She could play him like a goddamned violin. It wasn't fair that she touched him like that, teased her fingertips over his bare stomach and whispered those words all the while talking about how he reeked of wanting her. The rest of what she had to say surprised him, he had to admit. "Bullshit," he breathed, honestly believing that it was. Perhaps just a ploy to get into his pants, or rather to get him out of his towel. "Since when does Artemis Boone give a fuck about a fuck?" he asked her. "You could have any bastard out there with a snap of your fingers or a wriggle of that ass of yours."
“Yeah, I could,” Artemis answered, honestly. “And instead I’m here, having to persuade you. If I wanted an easy fuck, you really think I’d be climbing in someone’s window like a goddamn teenager?” She arched an eyebrow, sliding her hand slowly up his stomach, his chest, her fingers curling around his neck. “You get me,” she whispered, her mouth almost brushing his, her eyes half-closed. “You’re the only damn person who does. And thinking about that night’s had me touching myself every fucking night since.”
At least she was honest. Even if the thought made his blood feel like it was boiling and jealousy start flowing through his veins instead. The thought of her fucking someone else made him want to fuck her all over again, mark her again since all of his marks had faded from her body. His own bruises were gone now, even the ones on his face from her breaking his nose before. The pain still flickered here and there, a reminder of her like so many others. "So you only want me since I'm hard to get?" he asked her, brow arching slightly at her words as his hands slid over her hips and across her ass, gripping her body and pulling her against him tightly as his mouth met hers.
Artemis didn’t answer, too busy kissing him back, her hands sliding into his hair and tugging hard. “Right now, I want you cuz you’re hard,” she murmured, arching her hips against his for emphasis. She nipped at his lower lip, sliding one hand down to tug at his towel, walking him back towards the bed, and shoving him down on it. She quickly straddled him, pinning down his hands as she kissed him again, practically purring as their bodies aligned.
Oh yes, he was hard. It was all her damned fault too. He didn't fight her when she pulled the towel free, letting it fall to the floor without a care. He didn't fight her when she guided him back to the bed and pushed him down on it, climbing onto him immediately and lining up their bodies. Her purr got a groan of approval, his hands aching to slide up her thighs to her hips but being unable to with her having him pinned. God damn her for being as strong as she was. He could fight with her, of course, but he didn't really think he wanted to. He didn't want her to stop touching him. "You're so fucking sexy," he whispered against her mouth. "It's not fair."
She chuckled, releasing his hands as she slid down his body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, his stomach. She unfastened her jeans, kneeling on the floor between his feet and toeing off her boots and socks. “You’re complaining that I’m too sexy?” She murmured, looking up at him as she slid her hands over his hips, pinning him down against the bed. “Really?” She grinned, lowering her head, exhaling against the curve of his cock, lying against his hip. “Guess I shouldn’t suck you off, then.”
She was an evil little kitty. "I think you should ride my cock," he told her. "But if you wanna detour and suck it first, I won't complain," he smirked. Like any man in his right mind would complain about a hot woman wanting their cock in her mouth. Elias wasn't stupid. Anything Artemis was willing to do sexual to him, for him or with him was welcomed with open arms.
She laughed again, brushing her lips gently against his cock, open-mouthed kisses pressed just below the head, her tongue flicking out to tease against the slit in the tip of his shaft. “You got a thing for girls riding you,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base of him, stroking slowly. “Or are you just lazy?” She didn’t actually remember what they’d done in bed on Saturday night - but the next morning, he’d been happy to lie there and let her do all the work. Not that she minded; she could control him, from on top. Pin him down and use him.
Elias smirked a little at her words. His cock twitched as her tongue teased over the slit at the tip of it and he slid his fingers through her hair, clutching a handful of her hair and pulling her mouth back from him. "I like a girl riding me," he told her. "Especially you. Your tits bounce so hypnotizingly," he explained. "But see, I like fucking you too," he added. "Like I did against that wall over there. Your claw marks are still visible in the paint. I'd say you liked it too."
Artemis pouted a little when Eli pulled her away from his cock, wetting her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, teasing him. “Mmmm, yeah...” She purred, shifting, almost rocking her hips against the edge of the bed in a lewd tease. “Been waking up with my hand against my cunt, crying out your name. Pretty sure it’s a safe bet that you were good.” She shoved her jeans down, wriggling easily out of them, leaving her in just a g-string and her tank top and bra.
The way she moved was so fluid and enticing that Elias found it difficult to resist her for long. Especially when she was talking about crying out his name and touching herself in her sleep. He groaned low in his throat at the thought of her hands on her body, writhing against her fingers and thinking of him. "Sounds like you've got it bad," he teased.
“What can I say?” Artemis purred, fighting the grip he still had on her hair to slowly slide her tongue up his cock, barely touching, a feather-light tease. “You were memorable.” She slid her hands up his thighs, nails scratching faint red lines, curling one hand around his cock and stroking him slowly, the other pinning him down, splayed across his hip. She was in two minds, not sure what she wanted more - to suck him off, or to just climb up and fuck him now. Both were equally appealing.
Memorable. She was sure as fuck memorable. Every inch of his skin remembered her. Especially now when she was teasing that wicked tongue of hers upwards across the underside of his cock. He groaned low in his throat as her hand wound around the base of his cock. Another moan slipping free when she began to stroke him. "You're pretty memorable yourself," he told her, loosening his grip on her hair and gently brushing his fingers through it. "Especially how you suck cock," he smirked. "So how about you remind me a little more just how good you are at it and when you're done, I'll eat your pussy til you scream."
Artemis smirked, taking his cock into his mouth, easing down on him inch by inch. Humming softly, she bobbed her head, reaching down one-handed to pull off her panties. She was impatient, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to wait to feel his mouth on her. One hand still wrapped around his cock, her mouth still on him, she shifted up onto the bed, first kneeling at his hip, then turning round, straddling his face. He wanted to make her scream, he could start right now. Purring softly, she swallowed his cock to the root, throat working around him for a moment before she pulled back to draw a breath. Pausing for a second, she stripped off her shirt and bra, flinging them onto the floor.
Jesus Christ. As if she needed to be more memorable to him. She definitely earned her place in his sex dreams now the moment that she straddled his face and put her cunt so easily accessible to his mouth. Fuck that was hot. Made even better by the fact that she was so damned wet and sucking his cock at the same time. Elias hooked his arms around her legs and leaned in, swiping his tongue from her clit to her entrance, plunging it inside of her and groaning at the taste of her. Fuck. His cock twitched in her mouth, his body on complete sensory overload.
She groaned throatily at the first swipe of his tongue against her, arching her hips, opening herself up even more to him. Sliding her hands slowly down his thighs, she sucked him harder, twisting her head a little as she sank down on his cock, taking him right in, her lips brushing the base of his cock. Fuck, this was even better than it had been the last time.
Eli let his mouth slide to her clit, sucking the little nub between his lips and rolling his tongue against it. The scent of her arousal filled up his nose and he groaned again. Fuck she tasted good. Like fucking candy. Sweet and delicious and he wanted nothing more than to keep lapping at her pussy until she came, crying out his name and begging for more.
Purring, Artemis rocked her hips against his mouth, wordlessly pleading for more. She stroked his cock with one hand, her head bobbing faster, tongue flicking against his cock, tracing circles around the head. All she could smell was him, all she could taste was him, and it was intoxicating. She growled happily, inhumanly, scraping her nails gently against his hip. Eli had gotten under her skin, and she’d been waiting for this all week.
He'd been waiting all week for this too. For her. For the taste of her to fill him up and the feel of her to make him crazy. And that was exactly what she was doing at the moment, driving him crazy with pleasure. He growled against her slickened skin, plunging his tongue into her once more for a couple of strokes, curling it against her inner walls. Sliding it out again, he caught her clit between his lips and slid one hand away from her hips. The other remained twined around her, gripping her ass roughly as he plunged a finger inside of her. "Like that?" he whispered against her skin, blowing teasingly over her clit.
Artemis groaned, pulling off of him for a second to breathe, her eyes closing as she rocked her hips down onto his finger, shuddering at the gust of cool air against her clit. “God, yeah,” she breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the shaft of his cock, stroking him slowly. She clenched her muscles purposefully, tightening around his finger, a low purr rumbling in her throat. “Feels good...gonna feel even better when it’s your cock,” she promised, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock.
"Fuck yes," he whispered, pressing another finger inside of her and picking up the pace of the thrusts he made. She was wet and hot and tight and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now, but he wanted her to come first. He ached for her to come. "You taste so good," he breathed, sliding his tongue up her slit again and groaning. "So fucking hot," he whispered.
Letting out a soft cry, Artemis shifted her hips more quickly, more eagerly. His whispered words against her skin were hotter than they had any right to be, making her ache all the more for him. She sank her mouth down on his dick rather than reply, eager to make him feel as desperate as she did. She shuddered a little, soft moans muffled by his cock, her nails scratching at his hips and stomach.
He felt desperate. Desperate to shove himself inside of her and fuck her until she couldn't walk or breathe or think. But that would be for later. Instead he teased her further, trying to focus more on her pussy than he was on her lips on his cock. His thumb found her clit and he used his middle and ring finger to thrust into her, his mouth took up the task of gently sucking on her folds, wanting to drive her completely insane, have her rocking against his face out of sheer pleasure alone.
Groaning louder, Artemis shuddered hard. She was fighting to concentrate on him, on his cock, finding it impossible when he was making her feel like this. She pulled off his cock, pressing her forehead against his hip as she gasped for breath, rocking blindly down against him, moaning brokenly. “God, fuck, Eli...” She groaned, wrapping her hand around him, stroking him in time with the movement of his fingers inside her, the rocking of her hips. She was close, inner muscles fluttering around his fingers as she came with a loud cry.
That was what he wanted, God he'd wanted it. Wanted his name on her lips like it was now. Wanted her crying out and coming all over his fingers, which she did. He continued to plunge his fingers inside of her over and over through her climax, letting her ride it out. He forgot how good her fingers felt around his cock because he was too focused on giving her as much pleasure as he could manage. Sliding his hand away from her cunt, he replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped at her, sucking and nipping here and there between thrusts of his tongue.
She cried out again and again, her body shivering violently with aftershocks as Eli continued to tease, drive her utterly insane with pleasure. Her hips rolled down against his face, eager for more, his tongue almost as good as his fingers. Almost. “Jesus, Eli,” she gritted out, her voice a low growl. Reluctantly she pulled away from his mouth, shifting around on the bed until she was straddling his hips, her hands planted either side of his head. She leant down, lapping hungrily at his mouth, kissing the taste of herself from his lips. She moaned, grinding her hips down against his, one hand reaching out towards the nightstand, scrabbling blindly through the drawer for a condom.
He groaned disapprovingly when she pulled herself away, but she shifted and straddled his hips and that was just fine by him. He smirked a little, kissing her a bit more roughly, his hand fisting into her hair, tugging the long blonde strands and pulling her head back enough that her neck was bare before him. He nipped and sucked at her sensitive flesh, growling low against her skin. "So fucking sexy," he whispered.
She growled happily, wriggling her hips, her eyes sliding half-closed as he bent her head back, bit at her throat. God, he could do that all day if he wanted. Her hand closed around a condom at last, and she pulled back, wasting no time in ripping it open and sliding it onto his cock. She gave him a couple of teasing strokes, leaning down to kiss him, biting down hard on his lower lip as she lined up, sank down slowly onto his cock. She shuddered when she was fully seated on him, rolling her hips in a slow circle before pulling up, just as slow, not entirely sure at this point who she was teasing more.
Fuck. Elias groaned, lips parted as she sank upon him. The sting of the bite she gave causing him to shudder. The pain mixed with pleasure was enough to almost make him come right then and there. Then she went and started teasing him with those slow little circles, the teasing little slides. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips, gripping them and shoving her over, following her with a roll of his body and sinking fully into her with a sharp thrust. "It's not nice to tease," he told her, sliding his fingers up her body, pushing her arms over her head and holding them in place. Slowly he pulled his hips back, nearly allowing himself to slip out but not quite. "Beg for it," he told her, eyes on hers. "Tell me how much you want my cock and wriggle that pretty little body for me."
Artemis practically snarled as Eli rolled them over, the sound dissolving into a sharp cry as he slammed into her, almost driving the breath from her lungs. She struggled playfully, grinning up at him, a rather hungry and predatory smile. She shuddered as he pulled back, bracing herself for a thrust that never came. She arched her back obediently, writhing under him with a low moan, biting gently at her lower lip, watching him through lowered lashes. “Please, Eli,” she murmured huskily. “Give me your cock...I need it, please, fuck me...”
"God," he breathed. "I love it when you say my name." He didn't wait for her response before giving her a few rough thrusts, hard enough to push her further up the bed before he halted his hips and pulled nearly out of her again. "Such a tight little cunt," he whispered as he bent down, kissing along her collarbone to her neck, lips parting against her throat. "Fits me like a glove," he teased, his words sounding far more sexualized than they would have in other context. "Like a gun in it's holster," he smirked, slamming his hips against hers once more.
Artemis yelled his name as he gave in, a smug grin on her face as he pounded her into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching up against him, her nails digging into his hands as she fought his grip a little, twisted and arched under him. She threw her head back, spine arching as she writhed, baring her throat to his mouth. God, he was good. He knew every button to press, knew just what to do to make her come completely undone. “That’s right, baby,” she purred. “Best fuck you’ll ever have. C’mon, Eli, give it to me. Don’t have to hold back. You know I can take it.” She was taunting him, her voice a teasing purr.
He knew she could take it. That was part of the reason he was so damned taken with her. She wasn't afraid to let go, wasn't afraid to allow this whole other side of herself to make itself known. Elias was usually the sort to keep to himself, the quiet one who stayed in his room with his computers and didn't want any conflict, but there was plenty of anger and other emotions built up inside of him. With Artemis he could let them all out in the form of angry and rough sex and she didn't so much as argue about it. If anything she begged for it, like now. So he gave in and continued to snap his hips against hers. "Best pussy I've ever had," he agreed, nipping her lower lip and tugging the bit of flesh sharply.
Growling softly, Artemis kissed back just as fiercely. She hitched her legs higher, sliding one over his shoulder, her heel digging into the small of his back as she groaned and writhed under him. She broke the hold he had on her hands, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging his head back roughly, nipping and sucking at his throat. She wanted to mark him up, wanted him to look as though he’d been fucked to within an inch of his life. Letting out a muffled moan, she clawed at his back, as if trying to pull him closer.
Elias didn't bother fighting to keep her hands pinned. One slid up to cup her breast, squeezing it briefly before flicking his thumb over her nipple. The other slid up the leg she'd put over his shoulder, fingers digging into her skin as he continued to rut against her. "God yes," he grunted. The fingernails against his back had him gasping out in an approving and breathy sort of groan. "That's it, pussycat, mark me up."
Artemis growled louder, clawing harder at his back, the scent of blood in the air making her shudder, her eyes shifting entirely golden, pupils narrowing to slits. She felt wild, uncontrolled, and the fact that she didn’t have to hold back with Elias was utterly addictive. She knew, already, that this wasn’t gonna help her forget about Eli. That she’d be right back here again in a few days. And right now, she really couldn’t bring herself to care. “God, you feel good,” she snarled, tipping her head back against the pillows, arching her body up off the bed. “C’mon, fuck me harder, make me come....”
He was well aware that this wasn't going to help him forget about her either. If anything it was just going to make it worse. Scratching the itch didn't get rid of the urge to be with her. The urge to keep doing exactly what they were doing right now. It didn't matter in that moment, however. Nothing did. Nothing but doing what she was telling him to do. Making her come and scream and arch and writhe beneath him. That was all that mattered. The speed and force behind his hips increased until he was all but pounding her through the mattress. He was thankful as fuck for that spell of Jayne's and he'd have to remember to buy her something pretty for her work. Very pretty. Fuck.
“Eli!!” Artemis screamed his name, one hand braced against the headboard, helping her to push back against him. The headboard hit the wall hard with every thrust, and she was really hoping that the spell Eli had talked about covered vibrations as well as noise...otherwise it’d be all too obvious what was going on in here. “That’s it, fuck, yeah,” groaning, Artemis kissed Eli fiercely, her free hand clawing at his shoulder, trying to pull him closer. She was close, the pounding he was giving her making her body jerk, clench around his cock with every snap of his hips. “Touch me,” she snarled, arching her hips up desperately. “C’mon, I need....” her voice was a low, pleading whine, furrow between her brows as she writhed under him.
He wasn't ever going to get tired of her saying his name like that. Hearing her voice wrap around the short, three lettered word. Christ. His hands shifted, both sliding up to cup her breasts, a bit more roughly than he'd intended as he caught her mouth in another desperate kiss. He was close too. So close he could feel his balls starting to tingle, pleasure having settled in the base of his spine sending little electric jolts through his body. "Come on, baby," he breathed between thrusts. "Come all over that cock."
Growling, Artemis grabbed one of his hands by the wrist, dragging his hand between their bodies, shuddering as his fingers brushed her clit. “Yeah,” she groaned approvingly. Maybe she should have been clearer - it didn’t matter now. She grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking his head back as she came, screaming blue murder. She bit down on his throat to stop herself from deafening both of them, muffling her yells with his skin. Her body writhed and jerked violently under his, Artemis nearly blacking out as she came.
Well fuck. Her ordering his hand between her thighs was pretty fucking hot in and of itself. He continued to tease over the little nub until she came, his cock jerking inside of her as she clenched around him. He cried out, a sound he doubted he'd ever made before as he followed her over, the pulling of his hair being that last little push that he needed to fall over the edge. Her name was somewhere in the noise, smeared between the curses and the groans. He continued to pump into her, a bit more shallowly until he'd spilled every last drop of himself into her. Then he collapsed upon her, panting heavily.
Artemis’ leg slid off his shoulder, and she let out a soft groan as she shifted, getting comfortable under him. She could barely move, let alone think right now. And if Eli was happy to stay where he was, she wasn’t gonna complain. She nuzzled lazily at his shoulder, purring loudly, rubbing her cheek against his. If she had her way, Eli would stink of her, and sex. Yeah, lionesses were used to sharing mates - didn’t mean that Artemis wanted to share Elias. Not with anyone.
She wasn't the only one having a difficult time moving. Hell even breathing wasn't as easy as it should be. He was content to lay where he was, holding onto her and letting her nuzzle his shoulder and cheek. He liked the soft and sensitive side of Artemis almost as much as he liked the rough and tumble side. He really didn't care if he ended up smelling of nothing but Artemis and sex for days if that was what she wanted of him. "I think we topped our last record for hottest sex ever," he breathed.
Artemis laughed softly, nuzzling his cheek again. “Mmmm,” she replied, stretching a little, her toes curling. “Yeah, think you’re right.” She’d said he was memorable...he’d certainly done a good job of making sure he was completely unforgettable. “Guess you’re proof that it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch, right?” She teased, kissing his bare shoulder, her eyes closing. She’d fall asleep like this, given the chance. She certainly wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.
Elias smiled at her lazily, watching as she kissed his shoulder. "And you're proof that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover," he murmured. She might have come off as a bitch on the full moon but Artemis had proven that she was far more than that. He leaned a little to press his lips against her neck, sliding upwards to her ear. "Stay with me tonight?" he whispered softly against her skin.
Artemis quirked an eyebrow, turning her head to look at him at the book comment. But then he was kissing her neck, and she totally lost her train of thought. Sighing, she tilted her head back, smiling just a little as he nipped at her earlobe. “I shouldn’t,” she murmured, sounding tempted. “Not unless you want a repeat of Sunday morning.” Of course, she could always sneak out the window before dawn...if she set an alarm, she could crawl out of bed and go home and sleep for another couple of hours. “Fuck it, fine,” she muttered, cupping his cheek and bringing their lips together.
"You act like it's such a hardship," he whispered. "To be with me til morning." He knew that she didn't want to deal with Max and Josh and he couldn't really blame her for that much. He kissed her again, tugging her lower lip briefly before speaking again. "Max and I talked after you left. I don't think that he'd be an ass to you again," he admitted. "He doesn't like you, but he knows I'm going to do what I want to do and he might as well get over it. He's just worried about me. But if you don't want to see him, or Josh, I can always go down first," he pointed out.
“Why are you whispering?” She teased, quirking an eyebrow at him, though she was whispering too. She kissed him back, her hand sliding back from his cheek, fingers carding through his hair. He was making it really fucking difficult for her to pretend this was just about sex. “It’s more than not liking me. He fuckin’ hates me,” she answered, honestly. “It’s fine, the feeling’s mutual. But I’m not a morning person, even when I haven’t had my brains fucked out.” She stroked his neck, the tops of his shoulders, her gaze on his mouth as she spoke. God, she wanted to kiss him again, was finding it way too difficult to resist. “I’ll sneak out before they’re awake tomorrow,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his. “Then neither of us have to deal with the stress.”
"You're probably right," he admitted, shrugging slightly about Max and whether or not he hated her. He kissed her again, reluctantly sliding his hand between them to hold the condom in place as he slipped from inside of her. The noise he made was a disappointed one, but he didn't want any accidents. Neither of them needed that. Getting rid of the condom and grabbing a couple of tissues, he cleaned up and tossed those into the trash as well. Climbing back into the bed with her, he pulled her body against his own, kissing her forehead, then her mouth. "If you keep coming over, I'm not going to be able to forget about you, you know," he admitted, letting out a little sigh.
Artemis let out a soft, almost disappointed sigh as he pulled out of her, shifting against the sheets as he disposed of the condom. She watched him move around the bedroom, head propped on one hand, and moved back into his arms easily enough when he climbed back into bed. She smiled against his mouth, kissing him again before answering. “That’s not incentive for me to stop coming over,” she pointed out, lips parted, almost close enough to kiss him again, hovering teasingly close. She slid her leg between his, pressing close as her fingers wound in his hair, playing with dark strands, winding it around her fingers.
Elias smiled a little at her words, curling in tighter against the woman, his own fingers sliding through her hair, brushing it away from her face. "I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted. "Even though I know I should." It was a hard fact to handle, but she had the right to know. "I'm worried about you," he sighed, eyes fixing on hers. "I don't want something to happen to you, but I doubt that you think it's any of my business what you decide to do about the moon." He couldn't say he wouldn't feel the same if the roles were reversed.
Artemis settled her head on his pillow, their noses almost touching, her arm slung over Elias’ waist. She stroked his back lazily, her other hand still playing with his hair. “You don’t need to worry about me,” Artemis insisted, frowning. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” And this was why she didn’t do relationships. Because after fucking, people always wanted to talk. And she really didn’t do ‘talking’. She didn’t like feeling like she owed Eli an explanation, thinking that he’d worry about her if she didn’t show up after the full moon.
The frown on her face and her words told him that she didn't want to talk about it. He didn't really expect much different so he just shrugged a little. "Alright," he replied. It was about all that he could say to her. She didn't owe him any explanation or any words at all. It wasn't his business. They weren't a couple. They likely never would be. That didn't mean that Elias wasn't getting attached.
Artemis quirked an eyebrow. That was it? He wasn’t going to argue? Or try and pry answers out of her? That was...unexpected. “Would you feel better if I spent the next full moon in your garage again?” She asked him, eyes on her hand, tracing shapes on his shoulder, his bicep. Much as she hadn’t enjoyed the tranquilizers, sleeping through the full moon and knowing she hadn’t - couldn’t - hurt anyone had been a massive relief. She was tempted to ask him if she could do the same again. She phrased it as a joke, because it was easier. Just in case he said no.
He sighed a little and nudged her chin up a little so he could look at her. "Artemis, I'm not worried about what you'll do or how you'll take care of yourself," he admitted. "I'm worried that you're just going to off yourself and I don't want that to happen because I care about you. Even if I shouldn't." He sighed again and pushed her hair back from her face, eyes fixing on hers. "So yeah, I'd feel better if you were here because at least I'd know you were safe and alive."
Artemis practically flinched, looking away from him. “You’re right,” she said dully. “You shouldn’t care.” She was bad news, but at least she knew it. She didn’t want the responsibility of someone caring about her. It was already hard enough, thinking about her dad and her sister. Knowing she couldn’t see them again was difficult for her to deal with. Having to worry about Elias, as well as the rest of her family? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
He lifted his hand and caught her face, cupping her cheek and pulling her face enough to look at him again. "But I do," he told her. "And that's not going to stop. Is it so bad that I care? That I want you safe, that I'll do what I can to make sure that happens?" He sighed and gently brushed her hair behind her ear. "I know that you don't want me to care about you, or at least you try to push me away to make sure you don't care about me back, but the fact of the matter is neither one of us can stop thinking about the other one. No matter how ridiculous this might seem to everyone around us. "We're not good for each other, but honestly, who else am I good for?"
Artemis stubbornly avoided his gaze, even as he turned her face towards him. It was hard not to give in though, especially when he was tucking her hair behind her ear, touching her like she was something precious. “Someone better than me,” she muttered. “I’m a bitch, and most of the time, I enjoy it.” Her gaze was fixed firmly on his jaw, his mouth, never looking him in the eye. “I drink too much, I sleep around, and I take stupid risks.” She smirked, just a little, the expression rather hollow. “I’m not a safe bet, Elias. Even without the fact that once a month I’m gonna turn into a mindless beast.” Pulling away from him, she sat up, reaching for her clothes. “This was a bad idea,” she muttered.
Elias just laid there for a second, unsure of whether he should follow her or just let her go since that seemed to be what she wanted to do. He gave up on trying to remain resolved to lay there and let her go and climbed out of the bed, catching her face in his hands and forcing her to look at him. "Stop it," he said sternly, perhaps a bit more forcefully than he'd intended. "Since when do I ever place safe bets?" he questioned.
"And yeah, you are a bitch. A lot of the time, but that's not all that you are. Yeah, you drink too much, yeah you sleep around and do stupid shit, taking stupid risks. And yeah, once a month you're forced to turn into something that you can't control. So? You just gave me the list of all the things that you think are bad, but they're not that awful. What about the good things, Artemis? Like the fact that you let your guard down a little around me? That we can be ourselves without any sugar coating to speak of? That you're fucking beautiful? That you're funny and smart and that you're not the sort that takes shit from anyone?" He didn't think that he could convince her to stay, but he wanted to.
"I like you. Even if you are a fucking bitch most of the time. Even if you drive me completely batshit crazy. Hell, probably because you drive me crazy."
Artemis had tugged her tank top on, forgoing the bra for now. She stilled when Elias grabbed hold of her, wrapping her fingers around his wrist as he cupped her face. She closed her eyes, as if she could shut out what he was saying. Stop the words he was using to tear down every damn wall she’d been building. “Why am I not surprised you like crazy girls?” She murmured, trying to make it into a joke. “You just like making things difficult for yourself, hunh?” She couldn’t do this, couldn’t let herself be weak around Elias. But equally, she didn’t want to walk away. Opening her eyes at last, looking at him, she sighed.
“Damnit,” she muttered. He looked so hopeful, so open. She couldn’t bring herself to crush that. Kissing him fiercely, she twisted, bearing him down against the sheets. “How do you do that?” She muttered breathlessly, kissing him almost angrily. “Make me forget about walking away, make me...make me wanna stay right here and kiss you forever?”
"I'm a glutton for punishment," he told her honestly. It was the truth and apparently he did like crazy girls because he certainly liked Artemis. He did make things difficult for himself and he knew it. He couldn't deny it. Everyone knew it. His brothers especially, Max in particular. It was why his twin worried so damn much about him.
When she shoved him down against the sheets and kissed him like that, he wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him to not like her or to like her more. The latter was the effect she got. "Just lucky I guess?" he breathed in response, shifting their bodies and rolling them over so he could be above her, his hands sliding up her sides, over her arms, tugging them up and over her head. Elias laced his fingers with hers and let their eyes meet. "Don't you get tired of walking away?" he questioned.
She growled softly as he rolled them over, wishing she hadn’t even bothered to put her shirt back on. There was still a lot of skin against skin, at least. She wrapped one leg around the back of his thigh, her foot resting against the back of his knee. She bit at her lower lip as he pulled her arms up over her head, gaze lowered, almost demure. When he spoke, she lifted her eyes to meet his, taking a breath before answering. “Honestly? I never let anyone close enough to care. I always had my family to go home to. It wasn’t walkin’ away from anyone, it was walking back to my family.” She didn’t have that luxury now. It hurt - and it probably showed.
Elias could understand that sentiment. He always had his family to turn to as well. He knew exactly how it felt, however, to feel like you couldn't go back. Their paths were slightly different, but it was all too familiar. "I can't speak for your family," he told her, leaning down to kiss her again, his lips brushing over her cheek and down to her neck. “But you always have somewhere to walk to," he pointed out. "Even if you don't want to be coming to me, you always can. No matter what, alright?"
She still didn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he even cared what happened to her. She’d done nothing but hurt his family, done nothing but cause trouble. Why didn’t he hate her, like his brothers did? It couldn’t just be because she was good in bed. She closed her eyes, falling into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips to hold him close. She was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Threatening to run away hadn’t had any effect - he keep trying to talk her into staying. “What are you getting out of this?” She asked softly, her eyes still closed. “Why are you doing this?”
He pulled back enough to look at her, shaking his head a little. "I'm not getting anything out of this," he told her. "Save for a little bit of time with you. Which is fine by me because that's what I want, it's just that that's not the important thing here," he shrugged. "I just want you to know that you're not a monster. No matter what you think. You didn't ask for this. You can't control it. It's not like you're going around killing people just because you feel like it. Honestly you've been less of a monster as a were than you probably were as just another hunter," he pointed out. He drew his fingers gently over her cheek and pushed her hair back from her face, letting his eyes slide over her lips and up to meet hers. "You're a lot more than you give yourself credit for."
She snorted softly. “Yeah, because choosing to be a monster, that’s much better,” she pointed out. It didn’t help, knowing that she couldn’t help herself. She was so used to thinking in black and white, and now everything was blurred. “How do you stand it?” She asked, looking up at him, reaching up with her free hand to stroke the back of his neck, holding him close. “Knowing that you’re one of them now?” She still hadn’t wrapped her head around it. She’d conditioned herself to think of them as nothing more than animals.
"It's hard," he told her honestly. "Half the time I want to pretend that it never happened. Pretend that I'm not one of them. The rest of the time I wonder how I can possibly live another second knowing that I'll never be the same again. When it first happened, before I told my family, I just wanted to end it all. So I get it. I know what it's like to feel like you're out in the middle of the ocean without even a lifeline to hold onto. Sharks circling and you're bleeding out. That's how it feels. No way out. No possible way to survive. Drowning. That's what it feels like. Drowning." He let out a little sigh and brushed his lips over her forehead. "I can't pretend that I have all of the answers because I don't," he muttered.
Artemis tilted her head up, pressing her lips to his. Softly at first, then harder. “Then we find a liferaft,” she said softly. “Together.” For her, this stupid, dangerous relationship was hers. Knowing there was someone else out there, that Eli was going through the same thing as her, was enough to keep her going. “We find a way to keep swimming.” She stroked her fingers through his hair, down his neck, over his shoulders. She kept touching him, kept clinging to him. Her kisses were desperate, bruising her lips against his teeth and not caring. She needed to forget for a while, needed to think about something that wasn’t how much of a freak she felt.
He smirked a little at her words. "If we come across a big floating door, I promise to share it with you, or at least take turns laying on it," he teased. He couldn't resist it. Jack and Rose on Titanic could have both survived if she wasn't such a bitch and would have shared the floating piece of wood. He kissed her again, just as desperately as she was kissing him, needing to feel like something was making sense. Needing to feel anything at all. This was crazy. Completely idiotic, but it didn't matter. It felt right, even if it was wrong.
Artemis chuckled into the kiss but didn’t answer. Fuck Titanic, she’d far rather concentrate on Eli, on the feel of his mouth against hers. She grabbed the hem of her tank top, trying to wriggle out of it without breaking the kiss, growling in frustration as she nipped at his lower lip. Nudging at him, she rolled them over, sitting up long enough to pull her tank over her head and drop it to the floor.
He tried not to stare at her, but it was fairly impossible at this point. His eyes wandered over her body as his hands slid up her thighs to her hips. "You're beautiful," he told her when he finally managed to get his eyes to slide up to her face. "You've got a nice rack too," he added with a smirk.
Laughing softly, Artemis grinned down at him. “Mmm, yeah, I do, don’t I?” She replied. She slid her hands down her own body, fingers curving over her breasts, her ribs, down to his. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she led his hands up, encouraging him to touch those parts he’d just been admiring so vocally. She rocked against him lazily, still wet and slick, though she wasn’t particularly turned on. Not yet.
Elias let her lead his hands, but about the time they got to her breasts, he didn't need the lead anymore. He leaned up, his mouth sliding between her breasts, over the curve of one of them to her nipple which he teasingly flicked his tongue over while his hand busied itself with teasing the nipple of the other one. "Yeah you do," he whispered against the soft flesh of her breast.
Artemis groaned softly, palming the back of his head, her nails scratching gently at his scalp. She let her head fall back, arching forward into his mouth, his hand. “God, I fucking love your mouth,” she murmured huskily, grinding her hips against him, feeling his cock twitch against her thigh. She smiled smugly, biting her lower lip as she continued to grind against him, letting out a soft, greedy moan.
"I fucking love your mouth," he replied, breath warm against her skin. "Especially when you let that sailor talk take hold," he smirked. Yeah, he was a sucker for a woman that cursed. He wasn't really sure why, but that was one of the reasons that Calli and he would have never worked. She was too sweet. No backbone. He wanted a woman that could give as good as she got and Artemis sure as fuck could.
“Yeah?” Artemis purred, looking down at him. “Guess I’m gonna have to keep talking, then.” She had no problems with that, at all. She loved talking, loved telling a guy exactly what he was doing to her. And if Eli kept reacting the way he did...well, she’d talk all he wanted. She’d say anything he wanted, just as long as he kept kissing her, kept touching her. They had the whole night ahead of them, and she planned to make the most of it.