A/N: Well, this wasn't exactly a challenge, but I kind of took it as one. I'm horribly out of practice in the smut-writing arena. Pretty sure I haven't written any since my daughter was born. In February…nearly two years ago. So, hopefully it's up to par, meets expectations, gives you guys the eye candy fix you need. If not, hey…I tried. J Hope you all enjoy. And forgive any errors. It was late, my beta's were both in bed and I'm horribly impatient. They'll both attest to that.
MyHeartsDesire…this one's for you! You wanted details…you get details.
"Would you paint me?"
Aster glanced up from the egg he was working on, his gaze settling on his girlfriend a few feet away. Sophie lay next to the stream of swirling paint on her stomach, her head pillowed on her arm while the hand of the other dangled over the edge of the grassy bank. Her gold hair spilled down her back and over her bare shoulder. Unlike her home, the Warren was consistently warm so the second he'd pulled her from the chill of Burgess down to his underground haven, she'd removed her sweatshirt, the t-shirt underneath, her shoes and socks and now lay in a tank top and a pair of simple jeans looking entirely relaxed. He could tell when he'd swung up to see her that she'd had a long day with finals and an extra long shift at work. She needed to get away, so that's exactly what he'd let her do.
When he didn't answer her, far too content to just watch her, she turned her head and regarded him with a little smirk. "Would you?"
"Would I what?" he asked, going back to the egg and delicately covering it with swirling colors.
"Aster!" she scolded.
He grinned, looking up at her once more. "What do you want painted, love?"
She shrugged, thinking about it for a minute before holding up a hand and waggling her fingers at him. "I'm sure it's not as exciting as an egg."
"I'm sure it's not," he teased, pushing himself up and walking over to her. He sank down beside her head and she laid her head trustingly in his lap.
"Have you ever painted someone else before?" she asked watching him dip the brush in the waters of the creek.
He chuckled, remembering a time not so long ago when a certain Guardian had pushed him a little too far and the temptation to return fire had been too overwhelming. "Once."
"That sounded evil." Her green eyes were on him again. "It was Jack, wasn't it?"
"And he had it comin'.".
Taking her wrist loosely in his paw, he held it up and turned it slowly, wondering where to start and what to start with. It would have to be something delicate and beautiful, something to compliment the woman that wore it. Morning glories were too simple, lilies too out-done, forget-me-nots too cliché.
With a grin, he lightly touched the tip of the brush to the back of her hand, just between her thumb and finger. Bleeding hearts would do perfectly. There was a delicacy to them that no other flower could touch. Now, hopefully she didn't find it symbolic and wallop him one for implying something he wasn't. As he worked, she shifted, snuggling against his thigh and closing her eyes with a sigh.
"How did you get your tattoo's?" she asked after several moments had passed in silence.
He grimaced, pausing in his work. He could make up some elaborate, manly story about tradition and the rite of passage amongst his kind. Or…he could tell her the truth.
Sophie turned her head to look up at him. "You were dared?"
He hummed softly, trailing the brush down the inside of her wrist and smiling at her involuntary shiver. "Back when me and North were the only two Guardians. Got bored one night, had a bit to drink…he dared me to let him give me a tattoo. Somethin' tribal to really give that Aussie vibe. Thought I wouldn't let him so I took the dare and he lost the bet."
"He lost the bet?"
"Where do ya think the whole 'Naughty,Nice' tat came from?"
"Wow…you guys were really a bunch of teenagers."
He leaned down close to her ear, unable to help himself. "Says the Sheila with the boomerang tattoo on her back."
With a laugh she snuggled back into his lap, then fell silent while he worked, her body going limp with pleasure. When she spoke again, iridescent green vines covered most of her forearm, curling up to gently encompass her hand. He was just starting on the flowers, the color of the brush changing at his will.
"What does chocolate do to you, exactly?"
"What do you mean?" he mumbled, distracted by what he was doing.
He could feel her eyes on him, watching him from beneath lazy eyelids. "I mean, what does it do to you? Does it just…I don't know…get you worked up or something?"
He snorted softly, shaking his head. Sometimes Sophie really wasn't good at eloquence. He figured it was a human thing.
"No, that's not it."
"Well, explain it then," she insisted. "Because I've heard of chocolate being an aphrodisiac but you take it to a whole new level."
He grinned, feeling a great sense of pride at the level of appreciation in her voice. "It's different with everyone," he started, sweeping the brush in a gentle curve over her wrist. "Everyone in my species. For some it gives strength, for some focus…for me it heightens my senses. I see everything more clearly, hear everything even better than I do now." He shrugged a little, as if it was nothing.
"So everything you feel is multiplied." She was watching him intently now, her green eyes wide and the fingers of her free hand playing with the hem of her tank top.
He tilted his head to the side, thinking about it for a moment, then gave a derisive nod and went back to her arm. "Basically."
There was an underlying disappointment in her voice. Confused, Aster set the brush aside. "What's wrong, Soph?"
"Nothing," she said. A second later she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and worried it the way she did when she was trying to figure out how to say something. "I don't want to come off sounding like I don't love what we have because you are amazing as a lover but…"
"But you want a taste of the goods, hm?"
She tilted her head back to look up at him more fully. "Does that make me sound selfish?"
"It's not selfish to want to share an experience with the person you love on the level they're experiencing it." Moving out from under her, he stood.
"Where are you going?"
"Be right back," he said, placing a quick kiss on an unpainted area of her hand before rushing to his house. If experiencing things the way he was able to under the influence of chocolate was what she wanted, then it was what he was going to give her. If he could just remember where he'd put the damn stash-.
He dug through a cupboard or two before moving on to his workshop to dig through drawers of paints, candies and various tools. It occurred to him at some point during his search that there was a level of indecency to what was about to happen. There was nothing harmful in the candy he was going to give her. Just a little magic that would allow her the same level of pleasure he'd been able to attain whenever she'd plied him with treats.
He paused, frowning slightly as he thought over the several times he and Sophie had been together intimately over the past couple of weeks. Granted chocolate hadn't been a factor in every moment of unbridled passion, but it had become somewhat of a trick that Sophie used to imply her attentions. He would show up and she would be lounging on the couch, a bit of candy between her teeth and a smile on her face that drove every pure, non-sex related thought from his brain. There had been plenty of times-.
The frown disappeared and he smiled. Yeah, there had been plenty of times. Every room of her home, nearly every surface in her kitchen, every piece of furniture…and the same went for his own home. After that first fateful night, there'd been no stopping them really. But not every time had been provoked by a simple piece of chocolate.
So there wouldn't be any harm in allowing her to experience everything on the level he'd been experiencing. He wasn't using it as a drug to coerce her. There was nothing more addictive in what he was about to give her than what already existed.
He opened another drawer and found the blue satin bag he'd been looking for. In it – a divine piece of heaven he'd managed to create years ago. Of course, after having tested it on poor Tooth when Jack was in a ten mile radius…he'd decided the temptation was best off left with him, stashed away somewhere that no one could find it. Closing his paw around it, he shook off the lingering feelings of doubt and returned to Sophie.
She was still laying on her back, her knees pulled up, her bare toes buried in the thick grass and one arm raised above her head. She was turning her hand one way and then another, clearly admiring his work.
"Hey, you're back," she said, turning her head to greet him with one of the smiles that seemed reserved just for him. That secretive, loving turn of the lips that always made his heart catch a little.
Sitting down beside her, he dangled the bag over her head.
"Just a little somethin' I put together a few years back." He pulled the braided drawstring loose and shook a few pieces into his open palm. "You want to feel what I feel?"
She eyed the chocolate skeptically. "What's in it?"
"Nothin' that'll hurt ya, love. Just a little magic."
She released a short, slightly edgy laugh. "Um, yeah. Pretty sure what's what all drug dealers say to first-timers."
Aster's shoulders slumped slightly. "I was thinkin' the same thing," he muttered. He started to put the chocolate back when her hand at his wrist stopped him.
"Just a little magic?" she asked.
He nodded, then dropped a piece into her hand when she opened it. She eyed it, turning it much same way she had her hand – one way, and then the other, looking at it as if she were trying to see what was so special about it. Outwardly, there was nothing.
"Don't eat it too quick," he instructed as she took a bite. "Just, let it sit for a minute. Let it melt."
She attempted to stifle a giggle, pressing her lips together. After muttering a quick "sorry" she popped the rest in her mouth, closed her eyes and settled back against the grass.
It took less than a minute.
She went impossibly still, a gasp leaving her parted lips.
"Right here, love." But he wouldn't touch her, not yet. "What do you feel?"
"I feel," she started breathlessly, her eyes still tightly closed. "Oh, my god…I feel everything. This is insane!"
He picked up his brush putting the end in his mouth and regarding her thoughtfully. "Take your shirt off," he instructed.
Her eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, her gaze fixed on him, she took the hem of her top in her hands and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside.
"Now lay back down."
He watched her throat work as she swallowed and did as he said. His pulse was racing, the blood running hotly through his veins. The temptation to toss all intentions aside and have his way with her was a devious mistress, but he ignored it, intent on savoring the moment and allowing Sophie to experience the rush and intensity of every second.
He took the hand he'd been working on. Touching the very tip of the brush to her skin, he trailed it over the inside of her arm and grinned when she shivered, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and biting down on it.
"How does that feel, love?"
She shook her head. "I can't…I can't even explain it. It's…it's amazing."
"And it's only going to get better," he promised.
Aster moved the brush to her collar bone, painting delicate vines over her skin and reveling in the mewling sound of pleasure that left her, the way her body tensed and her fingers worked convulsively over the grass.
He went lower, sweeping the brush over the gentle swell of her breast and she jerked, her eyes flying open. "Aster-."
He quickly hushed her, not pausing in what he was doing. "Relax, Soph. Just enjoy it."
"I am enjoying it. I just don't know about the relaxing part," she managed, her voice high and thin. But she did close her eyes again and went still. Or rather, somewhat still. One hand rested next to her head in a loose fist, the other looked as if it wanted to reach up and snag his hand to put a stop to his attentions.
His gaze raked down her in a slow, appreciative sweep, stopping on the front clasp of the simple violet bra she wore. "Well, this is gonna have to go."
Slipping the brush under the clasp, he gave a light upwards tug. The clasp gave, but the satin clung to her skin. Flipping the brush, he used the end to nudge her bra aside then turned it again and with light, deliberate strokes, painted curving vines around her right breast, trailing it inward and delighting in the way her nipples hardened at the feather soft touch. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now as she gasped for air, each breath shuddering past her lips.
"Enjoyin' this?" he asked, lazily trailing the brush over to the other breast and creating the same design.
"Enjoying…is not…the word," she panted, pushing her head back and involuntarily arching against the motion of the brush. "Aster…you have to…I can't…oh, my god."
Her words, the desperation of her voice, unleashed a shred of his control. He tossed the brush aside, taking one full breast in his paw and roughly brushing a claw over her nipple. Sophie shrieked, blindly reaching for him. Her fingers tightened in his fur and she jerked him down. The temptation of her lips was his undoing. Control forgotten, he kissed her deeply, tasting her arousal, tasting the lingering chocolate that would, thankfully, have no affect on him. If it had…lord help them both.
"You taste amazing," Sophie mumbled against his mouth, her arms circling his neck tightly. "Oh, my god…I can't stop kissing you."
Her tongue brushed against his and he shuddered, moving over her, releasing a whole new onslaught of sensation as his fur brushed over her bare skin.
"Aster!" she shouted, pulling back almost violently and shoving against his chest. "I…I don't know…how do you do this?" She was staring up at him, her eyes wide and clouded with passion. But there was a fearful uncertainty there as well. One he needed to put to rest. "This is…this is too much. How do you do this?"
He lowered his mouth to her neck, nuzzling her ear gently. She responded by whimpering, the hand shoving him away now pulling him back. "I just let it happen, love. It took some gettin' used to but…you just let go and give in. What you're afraid of right now is losin' control. Hard to be afraid of somethin' if you've already lost it."
She nodded fervently. "Okay…okay. I think I can do that."
"How's about I help ya?" he asked with a wicked smirk. He moved down her body and took one nipple in his mouth, rolling the taught peek between his teeth. She jerked against him, her body so impossibly taught. "Let go, Sophie," he said in a low, soothing voice, then did the same thing again. She started to tense, then moaned and gave in. "That's it, love. Just enjoy it."
Her arms loosened around his neck, her nails no longer biting into his skin. She arched against his mouth, her movements eager and fluid.
"This is seriously how you feel?" she asked in awe. He nuzzled the side of her breast and she squealed, her fingers fisting in his fur. "Because if it is, we're going to be like two strung out chocolate junkies."
Abandoning his slow torment, he moved to her mouth, kissing her slowly. "Every time with you is amazin', Sophie. Don't need chocolate to make it somethin' incredible."
"Oh, I know that." She rubbed her nose against his and smiled. "But see the humor in it."
"Hm, how's about I do this instead?" He quickly slipped the button of her jeans free and slid a hand under the waistline, pressing his palms against her heat and watching her eyes roll back, her lips part, her body once again go limp as she surrendered to the onslaught of sensation.
He stroked her heat through the layer of flimsy lace, delighting in each moan, each gasp and plea. It took no more than a few casual strokes to have her writhing beneath him, to have the tension quickly work its way back into her muscles. Though it was different now. It wasn't something to be feared. It was something to reach for, to overcome. Or…in this case, he thought with a smirk, to be set free from. Just…like…that.
He pushed past the lace and a simple brush of one knuckle was all it took to shatter her. She cried out, grabbing his shoulders and throwing her head back. Words that made no sense tumbled from her and her body trembled almost violently from the force of her release.
It took everything in him, every ounce of will power and control he had, to lay there watching her, to bide his time. And the scent of her made it so much worse. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to take deep, even breaths, to ignore the tantalizing, heady perfume of her arousal.
Dragging in raged breaths, Sophie finally opened her eyes, staring up at the overgrown ceiling of the Warren. She shook her head back and forth. Her mouth formed words but no sound came out.
"I'm just-." She paused, swallowing hard. "That was…I don't even know what that was."
He chuckled, laying a hand on her stomach and feeling the muscles quiver beneath it. The moment was short lived though. She was suddenly pulling him down again, her mouth slanting over his, wet and eager. Her hands trailed between his shoulder blades, down his back and gripped his hips, pulling him close.
"Now, you let go," she commanded softly. "Thank you…for everything you're doing. But if this whole thing is about letting go of control and being in the moment, I'm not going to be in it by myself."
"In all fairness, love, I'm not the one still wearin' clothes. But…easy enough to take care of." He moved down her body once more, trailing kisses in his wake. He craved the taste of her. Chocolate may have heightened his senses, but her taste was his addiction. He impatiently jerked her jeans and panties over her hips and down her legs, tossing them carelessly aside. With a groan, he pressed his mouth to her hot flesh, the sweetness of her exploding on his tongue. And he was lost. He feasted on her, faintly aware of her fevered cries, her nails once again ruthlessly digging into his back. Gripping her hips, he pulled her closer. He couldn't get enough of her. He'd never be able to get enough of her.
She bucked against him, begging him to stop. But he was too far gone. Instead of stopping, her tore his mouth from her and moved over her sated body, staring down at her like a man possessed.
Her wide eyes were on him, silently begging him even as her body lay beneath him attempting to recover from the pleasure he'd lavished on her. She wanted more. She needed more.
Slipping an arm under her, he leaned down, kissing her deeply as he drove into her, her hoarse cry muffled against his mouth. But he wanted to see her. Not under him. No, he wanted to watch her as she basked in the euphoria. He sat up, going to his knees, then broke away.
"Aster, what-," she started breathlessly.
"This is all you, Sophie," he rested his hands against her flared hips. "Enjoy yourself."
The confusion clouded her fiery gaze momentarily, then a slow grin overtook her face. She moved up slowly, then down, sighing and dropping her head back. His mouth went dry as he watched her, watched the lithe goddess he loved to distraction have her achingly slow way with him. Her body was glistening with perspiration, silken strands of her hair clinging to her temples, her neck, trailing over her shoulders and chest. The paint he'd covered her in shimmered.
It didn't take long for the sight of her to become too much, for the pleasured sounds she was making to viciously crumble whatever resolve he had remaining. With a fierce growl, he pushed her back down and thrust into her, over and over, half mad with wanting her.
Sophie clung to him, her voice and body demanding more. Her legs were around his waist again, holding him to her as she moved with him.
"Aster…Aster please-," she sobbed, pressing her face against his neck.
He moved the arm around her waist lower, angling her hips just right. Just enough to hit that sweet spot that they both loved so much. With his other hand, he pinned her wrists over her head then slowly pressed into her welcoming heat once more, her name leaving him on a tortured groan as his release swept over him. She was right there with him, crying to him, holding him close until her body was weak and sated.
They lay together in the lush grass, trying to catch their breath, their bodies completely limp.
"How was that for ya, love?" Aster finally asked, grimacing at the hoarseness of his own voice.
She rolled her head to the side, giving him a lazy smile. "There were times…I literally thought I was going to go insane," she muttered.
His low chuckle blended with hers and he pulled her close, tucking her under his arm. "Sounds about right."
A moment of bliss filled silence passed where the only sound was the peaceful trickle of the paint stream and the occasional call of the Warren wildlife.
"How exactly did you manage to make that?" Sophie asked.
And he smiled. Because that was his Sophie. Always curious. Always needing to know things. "Details love," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple before laying back and closing his eyes. "It's all in the details."