A Weekend Affair # 4 - The Black Gala

Hellfire - The Red Queen’s Suite

She was asking him questions, coyly. He answered as best he could, though he was consumed by the thought of having her, and even as he replied he was advancing his agenda rapidly. The intention of cooling her down lasted one whole ice cube, at which point he abandoned those efforts in favor of a more direct approach.

He had his hands on her, and he was kissing her everywhere easily accessible, but it wasn't enough, it was never enough. He wanted her so badly it hurt. When he took her, she made a noise that spurred him on, a moan he wanted to hear again and again. She called him her Alpha, and his mouth met hers eagerly.

Ash: You'll never have to share me...

His arms went around her, lifting her from the counter as she began to cling to him and pressed her body to his as he moved, ever more frenzied with need. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her as he held her tightly and thrust himself deeply, again and again. She began to tense, and he moved faster, the rumbling growl of need in his throat.

When she came it felt like her body was begging him, and his answered instantly in a rush of pleasure that left him lightheaded and laughing. He set her back on the counter and rested his forehead on her chest for a few seconds, before lifting his head to find her kiss again. He pulled back with a sated smile.

“My Ashley, I shall be your Alpha, as you are mine.”

He said, his nose almost touching hers. He kissed her again, and there was a knock at the door, followed by room service shouting about pizza.

“Dinner, My Queen?”
 
Arklay

Ava told him he would have died if he'd tried to intervene, but maybe he should have. If it had stopped them from hurting her, it would have been worth it.

Ava: "Don't you EVER say that! My life is better because of you, John. Please don't blame yourself....you've been nothing but good to me."

He felt her fingers slide between his, felt her strength boosting him.

"You are perfect, Ava. I love you, and I can't bear to see you unhappy."

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, looking into her eyes as she smiled at him. He told her again that if it was a child she wanted, he would get her one, no matter what it took.

Ava: "That means the world to me, John....you have no idea...But do you want to be a father?"

He raised a hand to his head, rubbing his hair absentmindedly as he thought about her question. It had caught him a bit by surprise.

"Me? A dad?"

Ava: "I never want to force you into something that you don't want, even if that's a child. And please don't say you would do anything to make me happy in this regard....I don't want that. I want to know what you want."

He didn't look away, nothing to hide from her now.

"Ava, I would be ecstatic to raise a child with you. But...I've dreamt of our life together for a long time. A long time. All I ever wanted was to be with you, and that's all I want now. I always saw us traveling the world together. I never really gave it a thought, raising kids here in the mansion. I suppose because I was such a messed up little punk of a kid..."

He pulled her into his lap so he could put his arms around her.

"It's not something that is important to me. And I wouldn't want children with anyone other than you."

He gave her a smile.

"The truth is, if it made you happy, it would make me happy. I wouldn't regret it, either way. I just want to be with you, babe."
 
John: "You are perfect, Ava. I love you, and I can't bear to see you unhappy."

She gently shook her head, giving him a small smile.

"I'm far from perfect...."

Ava was anything but perfect, but around John she felt more on that spectrum than normally. She cupped his face with her hand.

"And I love you. And I can't bare to see you unhappy either."

He expressed to her yet again that he would give her a baby if that was what she really wanted. Her smile slowly left her as she realized he had been telling her that he'd do whatever it took for her to be a mother, but she hadn't stopped to ask him if he wanted to be a father. She had been so wrapped up in her own pain that maybe John didn't even want to have a child, something that Ava asked him to be truthful about with her. If he didn't, that was okay. She would never make him do anything he didn't want to.

John: "Me? A dad?"

He looked a little nervous at the thought, and taken aback by her question. Ava felt a little uneasy as she waited for him to gather his thoughts.

John: "Ava, I would be ecstatic to raise a child with you. But...I've dreamt of our life together for a long time. A longtime. All I ever wanted was to be with you, and that's all I want now. I always saw us traveling the world together."

"We can still do those things, John. I'm not saying I want to be a mother tonight. There's far too much happening with the White Court right now to even think about that."

Ava may not have wanted to support Haleigh, but she had to support the White Court as a whole. This twin crisis could potentially fuck up the entire Hellfire Club; it was already seeping into the Red Court due to Alek. Bringing any child into the fold right now would be ridiculous.

John: "I never really gave it a thought, raising kids here in the mansion. I suppose because I was such a messed up little punk of a kid..."

"You weren't messed up....a little punk, maybe.."

Ava cracked a smile trying to lighten the mood, knowing John had a rough childhood before meeting her. He then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, Ava circling her arms around his and leaning back into him. Laying her head on his shoulder, she turned to look up at him.

John: "It's not something that is important to me. And I wouldn't want children with anyone other than you.The truth is, if it made you happy, it would make me happy. I wouldn't regret it, either way. I just want to be with you, babe."

So having a family wasn't important to him. That was a hard pill to swallow, but one Ava couldn't fault John on. People wanted different things in life, and that was okay. She gently nodded, because despite that he did admit that he'd only want to have children with her. Ava wasn't sure if John's words would stand true when and if that day ever came, but she accept his answer nonetheless. He was being honest with how he felt, which was exactly what she had asked for from him.

"I want to be with you too."

It was then Ava decided that she wouldn't continue to press on the children subject any longer. She didn't want to cause John any further guilt, nor did she want him to feel pressured in any way. Maybe the stars just weren't aligned in her favor for a reason. Either she would have turned out horrible like her father, or she would have turned out alone and dead like her mother. Neither of which Ava wanted. Maybe Diana did her a favor in the end....

Ava changed the subject to their trip, going back to how John wanted to travel with her.

"One more day. Then we can start our world traveling adventures."

They only needed to get through the Red Party and then finally, the Europeans would be gone. Ava gave John a soft kiss on his neck.

"Just you and me.
 
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The Red Queen's Suite

Her need was overpowering, only made more potent by his need for her. She clutched at him, pressing her body against his, wanting to touch as much of him as she could. His soft hair brushed her face as her head went to his shoulder. He lifted her off the counter, taking her fast and hot, a growling coming from his throat, moaning coming from hers as he went deeper and deeper. The heat of his body and the cool of his sweat mixed as her own heat built, until she came in an immense euphoric rush, a high like no other. He came with her, like they were one body, and she could sense his happiness, feeling it as if through his body into hers. She cradled his head as it rested on her bare chest, then wrapped her arms around him as he lifted it to kiss her. Her heart was bursting from her chest when he pulled away and smiled, and she had to smile too.

Savage: “My Ashley, I shall be your Alpha, as you are mine.”

"Forever."

He kissed her again, and she could have stayed just like that for hours. But then, there was a knocking at the door.

Savage: “Dinner, My Queen?”

She grinned at him excitedly.

"Absolutely - I'm starving!"

She bounded off the counter top, only to circle around him and hoist herself up on his back. Kissing his shoulder she giggled.

"Carry me - I love it when you carry me."

They made it into the other room, where the wait staff had brought a massive amount of pizza in and were setting the table for them. Ashley shooed them away and dug through the boxes to see what was there before grabbing a different slice in each hand. She plopped herself down in front of the fireplace on the furs that lay in front of it, already chewing.

"Mmmm...I love pizza. Pizza pizza pizza."

She took another large bite.

"What an excellent invention. Almost as good as McDonald's. Ooh will you get me a beer?"

She laid back on the furs, still chewing, and sighed happily. This is how it should always be.

"You need to decide what to do with that bear pelt."

She rolled over to look at him.

"And I still owe you a prize for being the real winner of the contest today."
 
Arklay

Ava: "I'm far from perfect...."

"Not to me."

He hated Stavros for having the ability to make her unsure of herself, to keep her from seeing how truly unique and amazing she was.

Ava: "And I love you. And I can't bare to see you unhappy either."

"Then don't ever leave me."

She held his hand and it was like a lifeline, one he never wanted to let go of. He told her again he would get her a child if that was what she wanted. There were plenty of ways, plenty of children. She could have her pick. Boy or girl, mutant or not. He would make it happen. But then she turned the tables on him, asking if he wanted to be a father. It surprised him. She asked for the truth, and he gave it to her: that he wasn't dead set either way, and if he was with her, he would be happy.

Ava: "We can still do those things, John. I'm not saying I want to be a mother tonight. There's far too much happening with the White Court right now to even think about that."

That made him scoff. He'd heard her before, when she asked why she should put everything else aside for Haleigh, again.

"Piss on the White Court. We'll do as we like, when we like."

He silently promised not to allow her to make sacrifices needlessly. Protecting Haleigh's babies was one thing, waiting for some mythical "perfect time for a baby" was another. He told her he was such a messed up kid, that he hadn't really thought about being a father himself.

Ava: "You weren't messed up....a little punk, maybe.."

His eyes widened.

"Oh, I was a lot of punk."

He gave her a smile, matching her own.

"I'm not sure we want to tempt fate like that. I hear karma's a bitch."

He pulled her into his arms, taking comfort in her touch. She kissed his neck, and he hugged her close.

Ava: "One more day. Then we can start our world traveling adventures."

"Sounds like heaven."

Ava: "Just you and me."

"Hey..."

He kissed her gently.

"I'm not saying I hate the idea of it being the three of us. Only...if it's not, I'm okay with that. I'm not giving anything up. Alright?"

The last thing he wanted to do was dash her dreams or make her sad. And he was being honest, he would be happy either way. He jiggled her in his lap a little.

"Thank you, babe. I didn't mean to bring this all up again but...having you here means the world to me."

He gave her a small smile.

"Should we get some sleep?"
 
John was being open and honest about whether or not he wanted to be a father. He expressed wanting it to be just them, traveling the world and having adventures. It sounded wonderful and exactly what Ava wanted as well. She told him she didn't want a child immediately, especially with what was going on with the White Court.

John: "Piss on the White Court. We'll do as we like, when we like."

That made her smile, a bit deviously despite herself. Ava had been furious earlier and all but declared war on the White Court. John talked her down, but she still wanted nothing to do with them despite agreeing to keep Haleigh's children safe. Outside of that, they had no rule over herself or the Black Court, and she was glad that John saw it the same way. John said he hadn't really thought about being a dad because of how rough his childhood was - that he was a punk as little a kid. Ava joked that maybe he was...just a bit.

John: "Oh, I was a lot of punk. I'm not sure we want to tempt fate like that. I hear karma's a bitch."

"I'm a bigger bitch, don't worry."

Ava joked with a little laugh. There was no doubt in her mind that if John ever had a biological child, he or she would turn out to be just as sweet and loving as John was. He always told Ava she was too hard on herself, yet there he was, being too hard on himself. He pulled her into his lap, Ava sinking into his arms and giving his neck a kiss. She told him they would only need to get through one more day before they could finally start their traveling adventure together, just the two of them.

John: "Hey... I'm not saying I hate the idea of it being the three of us. Only...if it's not, I'm okay with that. I'm not giving anything up. Alright?"

Ava gave him a soft smile with a nod.

"Alright."

She understood that if it ended up just being the two of them, he would be happy. It made Ava feel better to know that he wouldn't be sacrificing anything for her because she couldn't give him a family. It still stung to know that she couldn't produce a Black heir of her own with John, but Alek wasn't a blood heir and Helena treated him as a son. There were avenues around the rule whenever the time came. Ava felt John gently shake her in his lap snapping her out of her thoughts and making her chuckle.

John: "Thank you, babe. I didn't mean to bring this all up again but...having you here means the world to me."

"Don't be sorry for having emotions, John. I bottle them up enough for the both of us."

She teased, though a bit darkly.

John: "Should we get some sleep?"

Ava glanced over at the clock; it was already 2am, only a few more hours before sunrise. They had a long day ahead of them despite skipping the White Brunch, BUT, coffee was invented for a reason.

"I'm not tired...are you tired?"

She grinned lasciviously, her hand guiding his up her body to her breast. She craned her neck back against John's shoulder and began to kiss his neck, biting at his flesh with a deep giggle. She could already tell he wasn't tired either.
 
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Arklay

The nightmare had shaken him, so much that he had acted in a way he never would have normally, told her things he would have kept hidden under regular circumstances. But here they were. Of all the Kings & Queens at Hellfire, he felt that they were the most open with each other, the most honest. And that would keep them strong where others would crumble. And he intended for them to be strong for a long time. In public, he would back her without question. In private, he would counsel her. Together they would make sure no one could ever take them down.

He knew they should be at the brunch in the morning. But right now, this was more important. She was more important. And there was plenty of time to wallow in the mess that was the Red and White courts. And he wanted to subject Ava to the least amount of having Haleigh's babies thrown in her face as he could. Tonight, he just wanted her in his arms, and tomorrow, a little time to themselves. And then they could be the Black King and Queen, with all their ducks in a row and everything perfectly together.

He asked if she wanted to get some sleep - it was the middle of the night and he had woken her.

Ava: "I'm not tired...are you tired?"

The look on her face left very little to the imagination, and he let out a little laugh as she moved his hand to her breast.

"I'm pretty sure I couldn't sleep right now if you drugged me."

She began kissing his neck, and he had one hand tracing patterns on her back, the other stroking the nipple of her breast. He was very aware right then of her bare flesh being in his lap, and when she moved. And he was pretty sure she noticed his awareness. His hands moved on her body, bringing her around so she could face him, her legs straddling him as she sat in his lap. Both hands were on her breasts now massaging them before he took them into his mouth, his eyes looking up into hers. When he pulled away his raised his head to find her lips, kissing her sensuously while his hand trailed downward to feel the wetness between her legs.

He grasped himself, guiding the tip of his cock to her, rubbing it against her in a tease before slipping slowly inside her. He pulled her to him with a moan, joining them deeply. His hands roamed her body as they moved slowly together, the smallest motions radiating immense feeling.

"I could stay inside you forever."

His lips found hers again, the events of the night giving them an intimacy there in the empty mansion that they hadn't known before.
 
Hellfire -- The Black Guest Suite

Brienne: It's lucky you're hot, because you're really fucking annoying.

Zach chuckled at that.

“Gods, you are as ruthless as you are gorgeous.”

He said, and then he asked if his message delivering errands could include a knee to Alek’s groin. He presumed she’d just smile and dismiss him, that his efforts had been all for naught, but she surprised him. As soon as he realized what was happening he began to encourage it, meeting her tongue with his and sparking passion between them.

She told him she’d never fucked an empath before, and asked him if this was what he wanted. Of course he told her he didn’t not want it, though he made sure to establish that he hadn’t stalked her to room for that reason. He told her that he’d come to apologize, but she didn’t want to talk about that. He kissed her again, and offered to leave, though he highly doubted she wanted him to.

Her answer sent them spiraling into desire. There was the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, but his focus was now all on her. He slipped his fingers into her hair, framing her face with his hands as they kissed again. Her hands were working on his pants, and in short order she had taken hold of him, eliciting a throaty groan of pleasure from him. She deemed him impressive, and he smirked.

“Thanks, I grew it myself.”

She led him to her bed by his cock, and his mouth chased hers, as they kissed heatedly, lust amplifying all the while. She broke away from him to climb into bed and lay back, and he took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and undo his cuff links so his shirt could fall from his wrists to the floor. She was pushing her pants off her hips, and asking for help, when he knelt onto the bed and captured her ankles. He pulled off her heels first, tossing them one by one over his shoulder, then peeled her pants off next, before removing her top and throwing it carelessly aside.

He knelt over her, enjoying the view for a moment, pausing their furious assault on each other. Then he smiled wickedly, and seized her wrists, pulling them up above her head and pinning them there with one hand as his other went down to his already loose belt. He pulled it free of his pants, which he half pushed and half kicked off smoothly, and then used the belt to secure her hands to the wrought iron framing at the head of the bed. His hands slid from her wrists to her elbows, and on down her body slowly, as if he were trying to touch every inch of her skin, and his gaze followed, memorizing her curves.

He paused at her breasts, spending a little extra time on them before his hands traveled down her torso, sharing his ever-growing desire through his fingertips along her hips and over her thighs, until he reached her ankles again. He pulled them apart, glancing down between them as he found the place he could press himself inside her.

“Oh fuck....”

He uttered, when their hips finally met. And then he began to move, eagerly.
 
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Hellfire - The Red Queen’s Suite

There was a knock at the door, interrupting their euphoria, but it was the pizza, so neither of them were annoyed. His Queen pronounced herself starving, and he smiled at her excitement as he turned to shut the freezer door. She jumped onto his back, wanting to be carried, and he obliged happily, quite pleased to hear she loved to be carried by him.

They went out to where the staff was setting up for them to eat, as if they’d sit at the table to do so, but Ashley showed them away in favor of hunting through the boxes to select a couple of slices. She declared that she loved pizza, that it was almost as good as Mcdonald’s.

“Mm, do you recall Mcdonald’s in the fifties, when they first began to franchise out? So good back then. But now.... I believe pizza is better.”

He replied with a smile, then nodded when she requested a beer. He grabbed two in one hand, and when he came back and saw her laying amongst the furs, he stopped in his tracks. He took a deep breath, and gave a content sigh.

“My Ashley, your beauty threatens to slay me.”

He said, and then he grabbed a box of pizza and brought it over with him, sitting down next to her. He kissed her cheek and handed her a beer, then reached for his own slice of pizza. She told him he needed to decide what to do with the bear pelt, but he shook his head.

“No, that was a gift for My Queen. It is YOU who must decide.”

Ash: And I still owe you a prize for being the real winner of the contest today.

“My Ashley.... you are the best prize of all, so you see I have enjoyed my winnings more than once already....”

He said with a grin. He washed down the pizza with beer, then thought of something important to add.

“But if it pleases you to reward me more, I shall not deter you...”
 
The Red Queen's Suite

Savage: “Mm, do you recall Mcdonald’s in the fifties, when they first began to franchise out? So good back then. But now.... I believe pizza is better.”

She gave him a look like he was crazy.

"McDonald's is delicious. And there is one any place you happen to be. And you can just walk in, and in less than two minutes, you're eating. No waiting. They even give you a little bag so you can take it with you. And there are those little packets of ketchup? Nothing is better than that."

She took another large bite of her pizza, looking at him thoughtfully.

"I was only in America once in the fifties, when I came to see Disneyland. But McDonald's was good, even back then. And pizza is really good now."

She asked him to grab her a beer and he did, coming back and stopping as she waited, looking up at him expectantly.

Savage: “My Ashley, your beauty threatens to slay me.”

She grinned happily, which only got bigger when he sat down next to her (with pizza!) and kissed her cheek. She took a beer from him and took a long, satisfying drink. She chatted about the bear pelt, and what he would do with it.

Savage: “No, that was a gift for My Queen. It is YOU who must decide.”

"I think we should have it stuffed. We could put it over there."

She indicated a space near the fireplace but not too near, finishing off the crusts of her slices and brushing her hands together. She reminded him also that she owed him a prize for winning the contest, wanting to make sure he knew she considered him the winner and not Liam.

Savage: “My Ashley.... you are the best prize of all, so you see I have enjoyed my winnings more than once already...But if it pleases you to reward me more, I shall not deter you...”

She laughed and slid her hands over his shoulders.

"For once I wish you would just tell me what you wanted. Why do you make it so hard to give you a present?"

She kissed his cheek, then looked into his face thoughtfully.

"I was thinking..."

She paused, butterflies starting to fly around in her stomach.

"About the bear. Maybe...if you wanted to...you could move some of your other things in here. So you wouldn't have to go back and forth to your room so much?"

She lowered her eyes, not sure how he would react. Quickly she reached for another piece of pizza, trying to make it seem like no big deal, what she was asking.

"But only if you want to."
 
The serious nature of their conversation was left on the back burner for now, knowing they'd unfortunately have to revisit it when they actually went back to the reality of the situation at Hellfire the next day. But for right now, it was just them, and they were all alone at Arklay with the entire night at their finger tips. John asked if she wanted to get some sleep and Ava grinned, telling him she wasn't tired, but if he was tired...

John: "I'm pretty sure I couldn't sleep right now if you drugged me."

Ava let out a throaty giggle as John's lips kissed a heated trail along her skin.

"Care to test that theory?"

She kissed along his shoulder, releasing the faintest amount of a neurotoxin that would make his entire body begin to tingle and his mind to become dizzy. It wasn't enough to be long lasting, but more of a playful addition to his already heighten lust. Ava grinned mischievously as John's hands began to stroke her skin, gently moving across her nipple and breasts making her arch into his touch. She exhaled a soft sigh as she turned her body more toward him, feeling beneath her just how awake he was. John helped her rotate her body so she was now sitting in his lap facing him, her legs straddling his body. It was like her little poisonous kiss urged him on even more, John taking her breasts within his mouth immediately, looking up at her like a King claiming his winnings. It was so fucking hot, making Ava bite her lip as she watched him enjoy his prize. Her chest rapidly rose and fell, her sex already wet with need.

John lifted his mouth to hers, Ava capturing it to taste him in a long and sensual kiss. Then she felt John's hands reach between them, touching her and causing her to moan between their kiss. She needed him inside her so badly, and when she felt him rub the tip of himself against her teasingly, Ava broke the kiss, holding his face within her hands, her breath hot and labored between them.

"John.."

She whimpered, her tone pleading in nature. If he was trying to get her back for her little poisonous kiss, he was succeeding. But then, he slipped inside her, pushing in fully until they were connected. Ava let out a low groan just as John did, her eyes rolling shut at the feel of him. They slowly began to move, Ava rolling her hips down and pressing him deep, their motions slow yet incredible.

"God, you feel amazing..."

She moaned, her hands sliding down his neck to grip him.

John: "I could stay inside you forever."

Ava responded with a moan, picking up her pace, continuing to ride him. She couldn't stay slow even if she tried, the feeling too good and too addicting. She circled her legs around John's back, anchoring herself to him as her mouth found his again, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Keeping her one hand gripping the back of his neck, Ava broke their kiss and leaned back, her other firm on the bed for support. She began to roll her body like a dancer, her hips gliding against John effortlessly and with such pleasure. The change in angle made Ava's head dip back, feeling him hit stroke her spot continuously and knowing she was going to come soon. Her moans got louder and louder, her movements more urgent. Then finally, she reached her pique and her body began to spasm, Ava crying out as she came. Pulling herself against him, Ava hugged John close as she rode out the orgasm, her sex pulsing and her body trembling against his.

"Come for me..."

She breathlessly begged, her lips finding his neck, his jaw, then finally his mouth, taking claim over it. After this? She would definitely be ready for some sleep.
 
Zach: “Gods, you are as ruthless as you are gorgeous.”

She smirked at that before dismissing him as she continued to pack. Then he brought up Alek, asking if he needed a swift kick to the groin. That made her pause, contemplating his offer. He she did order the White Rook to kick Alek in the balls, odds are Alek would kill him, but he'd still not be able to fuck for a few days. It was a decent trade off, and one Brienne could definitely get behind. But as she looked at the Rook standing in front of her, obnoxious yet drop dead gorgeous, she decided that he should live a little longer just so she could see how he was in bed. Brienne made her advances, kissing him aggressively while undoing his pants and slipping her hand inside to grasp him. He was carrying some heat, that was a bonus.

Zach: “Thanks, I grew it myself.”

"Shut up."

She countered, leading him by his cock to the bed. She didn't want to talk, or have cute little barbs of banter. She wanted to get fucked, hard. Brienne climbed onto the bed and immediately began to push her pants down, extending her leg out for Zach to help her. As she began to tug the zipper of her top down, she grinned as he pulled her shoes off and tossed them over his shoulder before pealing her pants off her body. As her top came undone, he took that from her as well, throwing that onto the floor with her other clothing. Zach was now hovering over her, Brienne licking her lips in anticipation.

"What are you waiting for, Rook? Directions?"

She goaded with a grin. He gave her a wicked grin in return, grabbing her hands and forcefully pushing them over her head. That made her inhale a sharp breath at his sudden aggression and assertion. Impressive. He held her wrists down with one hand as his other pulled his loose belt from his pants. Men in America certainly did enjoy using their belts to tie up their woman. Not that she was complaining. Zach 'secured' her wrists to the wrought iron headboard making Brienne grin. She could easily escape, but she wanted to see where Zach went with this. Arching her back into him since she couldn't touch him with her hands, Brienne softly sighed at his touch as he trailed a heated path with his own hands across her body slowly. Her porcelain skin was flushed with arousal, Brienne already wet with anticipation. Then she connected them together using her powers, deciding to give the empath something that he likely had never felt before yet always done to his bed partners. Zach would now feel exactly how turned on Brienne was and what his teasing was doing to her. She throbbed for him, needed him inside her. Her piercing blue eyes were hooded with desire as she watched his hands reach her ankles and push her legs apart. Then, he pushed deep inside her making Brienne moan out in utter satisfaction at the feeling, giving back Zach every bit of pleasure he just gave her to.

Zach: "Oh, fuck...."

"Fuck is right, darling.."

She groaned in response as she gripped her hands around her leather binds tightly. Zach then began to move his hips against her rapidly, sliding in and out without any effort. Brienne moaned with each connection he forced onto her, his cock huge and pushing deep inside her.

"Fucking hell, Zach...."

She didn't severe their connection, sharing the immense pleasure he was giving her. Widening herself even more for him, her moans became cries, the wrought iron slamming against the wall behind them. His movements were rapid and hard, pushing her further and further to her climax. Then finally, Brienne cried out loudly, coming hard against Zach's onslaught, her body quaking beneath him. He would experience her orgasm as she did, Brienne gasping in as her grip on her restraints turned her skin white. Then she realized, fuck the restraints, she wanted to ride him. Using her telekenisis, Zach's belt untied from her wrists and flew across the room, Brienne simultaneously wrapping her arms around Zach's back and rolling them across the bed so she was pinning him down now. She pushed her sex down against him, keeping them connection but refusing to let him move. Her lips grazed his, eyes piercing as she looked at him.

"Not bad..."

She couldn't help but smile despite her trying to be coy. There was no hiding how good he made her feel because she shared with with him. Lifting her hips slowly, she pulled him almost out of her before pushing him fully back in.

"Do you like it? Feeling what I feel?"

She repeated her act once again, her own breath getting caught in the back of her throat at the feeling.

"Most men find it overwhelming..."

She continued to slowly fuck him, keeping them connected as she dipped her mouth to his neck, nipping his flesh.

"But you're not like most men, are you?"

She whispered in his ear, knowing as an empath, Zach would appreciate this connection more than most.
 
Arklay

He felt high, like something more than champagne was pushing it's heat through his body, relaxing him and keying him into her and nothing else. He smiled wickedly as she said his name; that she wanted him was the biggest drug of all, and when he took her it was like their two needs were in perfect sync.

Ava: "God, you feel amazing..."

He never wanted this to end. The way they were slowly moving together, it was like he could feel every minute cell of her body at once. Ava's legs clutched around his waist and she started to move with increased fervor, their mouths colliding as forcefully as their hips. She leaned backwards, and his eyes roamed her body lustfully, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him as he met her motion. He could feel her body tensing, her moans increasing in volume, her movement more rapid. When her body started to shake above him and she pressed her body against him, her gripped her tight. She was throbbing around his cock, and when she called to him he came, a desperate moan coming from his lips as he did.

Her mouth was on him again, blood pounding in his ears, still inside her.

"Ava..." he whispered, hands stroking her back and arms, mouth roaming over her cheeks, neck, mouth.

"I love you, my Queen."

He shifted with her in his arms, so he could lie back against the pillows, cradling her against his chest. All he wanted to do was protect her, keep her safe in his arms.
 
Hellfire - The Red Queen’s Suite

She told him to decide what to do with the bear pelt, but he insisted it was up to her. After all, it was a gift he intended her to have. She suggested it be mounted, and put over near the fireplace. He nodded and he chewed.

“Oh yes, he should be standing up on his hind legs, roaring, front claws outstretched, like he was before our fight.”

He said, grinning at the memory. She told him she still owed him a prize for winning the contest, which of course he did, even if the little bear who called himself ‘king’ was too egotistical to acknowledge it. AJ told his Queen that he already had his prize — her. Although, he wouldn’t stop her from rewarding him further.

Ash: For once I wish you would just tell me what you wanted. Why do you make it so hard to give you a present?

AJ gaped at her for a second. He did just tell her what he wanted, right? Best not to argue with the woman. He took a drink of beer instead, as she told him she’d been thinking. Her body language shifted, as if she was anxious about something, as she suggested he move some of his stuff in here so he didn’t have to go back to his own room so much.

Ash: But only if you want to.

She was looking away, reaching for pizza, but he stopped her. He reached for her chin, guiding her to look at him again.

“To live together, like two lovers sworn never to part? How could I not want that?”

He asked, and then he kissed her once, twice, three times, excitedly.

“Are you certain you will not miss your privacy?”

He asked, and then quickly, almost without waiting for her answer:

“I will have the staff bring over my things.”

He smiled, and then held open the pizza box for her, and took another slice himself.
 
The Red Queen’s Suite

Savage wanted her to have the bear pelt, so she suggested what they could do with it, putting it near the fireplace.

Savage: “Oh yes, he should be standing up on his hind legs, roaring, front claws outstretched, like he was before our fight.”

She imagined it wistfully in her mind’s eye.

“I wish I could have been there to see it.”

She sighed. Still, she was proud of him, what he had done for her. Even if she hadn’t seen it in person.

“Next time.”

She reminded him she needed to give him a prize for being the real winner of the afternoon. As usual, he said she was the only prize he wanted. Which was sexy as hell but also exasperating: she wanted to give him whatever he wanted. Labish presents on hom so he knew how much he meant to her. But he never asked for anything. While she asked a lot of him. To play nice with Juliette, to not kill Alek, to be her Knight when he should have been her King. To stay with her, despite all of that.

And here she was asking for more, that he be with her, and no one else. Maybe he wanted his own space. Maybe he didn’t always want to be with her. She went for more pizza, so he could pretend he hadn’t heard her if he wanted. But his hand went to her chin, making her look at him. His skin felt like it was on fire where it touched hers.

Savage: “To live together, like two lovers sworn never to part? How could I not want that?”

He kissed her, and she was lost and found in the same moment, her hands sliding up his chest.

Savage: “Are you certain you will not miss your privacy?”

She shook her head. But maybe he would? But he didn’t give her a chance to ask it.

Savage: “I will have the staff bring over my things.”

He opened the pizza box for her, and she smiled, reaching in for a piece.

“Good.”

She settled in, resting her head on his lap, both of them chewing. She sighed happily, looking up at the ceiling.

Finally everything was becoming as it should be.
 
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