The face of horror [CW]

It was no secret that he loved this. Seeing her look at him in much the same way she used to. Like he was her ultimate weakness. But he deemed it was only fair, considering how much she was messing with his head right now. And looking into those blue eyes and feeling her body against his. It made it incredibly difficult for him to think straight. He’d missed this. The way they were able to drive each other mad. And although he’d been with many women since then, it just never felt quite like this. He moved the hand that he'd rested against the wall towards her hair, slowly trailing through it with a finger between her soft locks. His eyes admiring how flawlessly her hair flowed.

He opened his eyes as she tried to push him away, but instead of moving away he just pressed himself closer. Making her feel his arousal against her as he placed his lips on her neck. He kissed it tenderly and sporadically while his hand moved from the tips of her hair to the side of her body. “Yes,” he said between his breaths. It would require a lot more of her than a half-hearted no to get him to stop. And the way her body trembled underneath his fingertips told him that she was burning with desire for him, even if she wouldn’t admit it. And at this point, he didn't care if everything inside her tried to resist it or if it'd only last a short while. Because he needed this. More than he ever thought he could. “It's always been you, Elena.” He moved his hand up to grab a hold of her shirt, pulling it down to expose more of her skin and her left shoulder, letting his kisses trace down to her collarbone. “I just need you to give me a chance,” he persisted, her only response to him asking her this being that former no. But he didn't think it was too much to ask of her. He drew his lips away from her skin to straighten himself and look in her eyes again. “I don't want to lose you again,” he continued, still believing that even if they couldn't go back to what they'd used to be, he still just needed her there. Because she was the only person who had been able to make him feel like this. And he hadn't known just how much he craved to feel those things again until today.

If there was something that Calvin could, it was fighting dirty. He knew what he had to do, and he hadn’t forgotten how to make her weak in the knees. The heat pooled in her stomach, making it spread out to the rest of the body almost making her ache for every small and brief touch that he gave her. Slowly succumbing to what ever he craved from her. As she would just follow him blindly into the dark were she was sure never to be able to leave again. More so as she felt just how much he wanted her. It would be so easy to slip down the path she knew so well. Even living a somewhat long life, she hadn’t been with very many. Always thinking that it had been something sacred beside one slip she had around 1920. Using all her energy in making herself a well-known art thief and infamous con artist, romance, love, and sex hadn’t been something that she had used a lot of energy on. Especially after Calvin had left her, there had only been one. So, could any one blame her for how hard a position he put her in? How much she wanted him, and just her body acted like she was mimicking memories they had shared.

She felt how the shirts fabric made small cracks as it was pulled down and exposed her shoulder, as his lips found their way down her neck to her collarbone. A unvoluntary sigh left her lips as her teeth sank down into her lower lip to keep herself from making any more sounds.
Give him a chance? She felt how that comment made her hair stand up, as there was pure electricity gliding through their bodies. She knew he didn’t deserve it; she knew that she deserved better.
I don’t want to lose you again. Her eyes open, and her deep blue eyes took his in. Her lips slightly parted an almost wicked grin formed on her lips. She leaned against him and put her lips towards his ear, the tip of her tongue pressed against outside of it before she slowly whispered, “Would you, do anything, not to lose me?” just as the words left her, her body disintegrated into smoke. An ability she had gotten while working for the KGB, therefore not something Calvin knew about. The smoke danced around his feet before she reappeared again behind him. All thoughts about the outside world, her promises and everything was left on the shelve as she looked at her husband. “Show me, just how much you don’t want to lose me.”

He held his breath when she neared him, his hands getting a firmer grip of her. Wanting her to stay this close to him. However, before he could reply, her body vanished into smoke in his hands. He lowered his gaze to the smoke by his feet before he turned on his heels. The surprise was evident in his expression. Because he hadn’t been aware that she had such powers. He looked into her blue eyes; a spark ignited in his own at her playfulness and shortly thereafter a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her neck as he looked deep into her eyes. She was the one person he’d ever cared about aside from himself. And although that thought scared him more than anything, he couldn’t ignore these feelings, telling him, needing him, to keep her in his life. Perhaps it was another act of selfishness to insist on, but he also knew that part of it wasn’t. And he genuinely thought that they could accomplish great things together. Just like they had done in the past. “I will show you for the rest of my life if I have to.” His thumb slowly caressed across the sensitive skin of her neck, not really sure if it was a feeling that would last, but at the moment he felt incredibly dedicated to her. And that he’d failed her for leaving in the manner that he had. Even if he at the time had thought it to be for the better. “You never filed a divorce, you know.” He knew it hadn't been customary at the time of his departure, but later on she'd surely thought of ending their relationship on paper. “I think part of you was hoping, waiting, for this moment. To see me one last time before you made that final decision and cut me out of your life.” He couldn’t know why she hadn’t. He thought she’d hated his guts by now. And maybe part of her did. But being with her now, he knew that another part still remembered what life with him had been like. How he'd made her feel. And that was all he had to depend on.

She stood completely still as he came near her again. Her eyes closed momentarily as his hand found his way around her neck, and as his words left him and the thump slightly found her sensitive spot on her neck it took all she had not to fall into his honing trap. Calvin had always known how to get her head turned around. He understood just what he needed to say to calm her down, knew how to rile her up to the point where she was throwing stuff at him. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure if he understood just what kind of power, he had over her, and that, of all the things scared her the most. How could you trust someone where manipulating someone came as easy as breathing? She knew that it wasn’t only her that he did this too. But somehow, those words were enough to briefly make her wonder. Did he really mean it?

Her eyes slowly opened and looked into his normal bright blue eyes, that almost look dark in the rooms dim lightning. You never filed a divorce you know. She took in a sharp breath and crooked up an eyebrow. “Trying to ruin the moment?” she teased as she stepped closer to him, looking up her tongue licking her lips as she did so. How she could transition between moods, sometimes took her by surprise. But it almost always came as a second nature to her. A small huff of a laughter left her as he told her what he thought about why.
She leaned towards his ear and let her teeth hook around his earlobe, almost like she had did just moments before; “Don’t think to highly of yourself, darling” she whispered with her clear British accent. When she had been in America, it had been more washed out but being back in England clearly did wonders. As she leaned back, she made sure that her lips grazed his lips for just a brief second her hot breath mixing with his as she looked into his eyes yet again. “Maybe it was just too big of a hazzle? Then I did have to find you again, didn’t I?” – “But time is ticking, so why don’t you convince me, convince me to stay if that is what you really want” her arms were firmly beside her sides, and she didn’t touch him other than being so close that it would only take a small movement for her to do so. “Because right now, Calvin, I’m making it very easy for you to just take me like the old days” she whispered so lightly that it would be very easy not to hear what she had said at all.

A smile appeared on his lips at her comment. He’d by no means wanted to ruin the moment, but he thought it was important to confront her about. It was something he’d wondered about many times, why she hadn’t just sent him that last goodbye. However, he was quick to push those thoughts aside as she stepped closer to him. He automatically leaned in as she did, her teasing making him want her to do much more. He chuckled briefly at her comment because he did have a tendency to think highly of himself, but he couldn't help but think that there was some truth to it. “Right, that would have been a big hassle.” He didn't know if he bought it, still believing that part of her had hoped to see him again. But regardless, it didn’t seem that she had much of a reason for not going through with a divorce. And like him, she'd made a deliberate choice to avoid him. However, unlike him, he thought she’d had intentions to remarry.
He looked into her eyes as she asked him to convince her to stay, feeling completely captivated by her. And god, did he want to convince her. Every moment with her had only made him that much more set on the idea of them staying together. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he reunited their lips. He was absolutely mad for her. Much more than he could've ever imagined. He traced his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted her up. “I want you,” he said with his lips inches from hers. As he looked at her, the surroundings turned into their old bedroom with the orange rays of an ending sunset peeking through the window. He then kicked off his shoes before he threw her on their king-size bed and came on top of her. “You're going to stay my wife,” he whispered, his hand finding her neck as he leaned in to kiss her while his other hand rested by her side.

Remarrying had never been something she had thought she do. She had four children, two with the first man she had love, and two with a man she had used. But the only man she had ever married, had been the one standing in front of her right now. Funnily enough before she had even met him marriage had never been something she thought she wanted, but with Calvin there had been no question in her mind. Maybe she would deny it now, with ever fiber in her body but there would always be a piece of her soul that belonged to him, in a way no one else could ever replace. But times had changed, not only him but also her, in a way they might still had to realize. But right now? It was almost comforting just to fall into old habits, and as his arms snaked around her waist pulling her the last inches towards him, she finally moved. Her fingers slit into his hair and pulled him even closer crushing her lips towards his. The spell was cast, and she let herself slip into old memories with the taste of his lips and the known touch of his fingers.

It was like a dance between them, completely in sync as he grabbed around her legs. Elena made a small jump and let them fold around his hips making them even closer than before. If there had been any doubt before, there was no doubt now just how much she wanted him.
She came back up for air as he pulled a little back telling her that he wanted her, her eyes darkened with passion as the locked into his, she didn’t even notice how he made the room changed scenery again. Taking them back to their old bedroom. The only thing she had eyes for was him. Her body bounced a little in the bed as he threw her in it, pushing herself up by her arms so she could follow his movements as he crawled on top of her.

You’re going to stay my wife. She took in a sharp breath; it was so easy just to slip into the old ways. Leaving all that had been going on at the door and forget everything just for a brief moment. It was like no time had passed, like he had just been away for a day nothing more.
Her hands grabbed the tie he was wearing and pulled him towards her “Yes sir” she breathed and with adept fingers she got it of him while he kissed her. She wasted no time to throw the tie beside them and then started working on the vest buttons. Why the hell was he wearing so many layers clothes! An annoyed sound left her throat as she kept on working on getting him undressed.

From the moment she’d stepped through the door, a long-lost spark had been ignited. That damnable spark that never seemed to dim between them. It was that prickle of awareness that burned every time she was near. It was crazy how easy it was to fall back to that, despite everything that had happened. Despite it being impossible for things to return to what they once were. And as much as his senses kept nudging him to stop, he knew that he was in too deep. All he could focus on was how scorching the spark burned at this moment. A smile of satisfaction grazed his lips as he was pulled down and met with words of compliance. He grabbed the fabric of her shirt, breaking their kiss as he maneuvered it off her, then tracing his hand to her waist to open her pants. He raised himself to his knees and lifted her leg to strip them from the black fabric. He remained on his knees for several seconds, his gaze caressing her body as he unbuttoned his shirt and undressed it.

He lowered himself on top of her, his skin melting into hers as he placed another kiss on her lips, tender and devouring. Her scent was beguiling, the sound of her breath arousing, and his blood was racing with need. The kind of need that only she could satisfy. He placed his lips against her neck, letting his tongue take in the salty taste of her skin while his hands found their way to her back and unhooked her bra. He threw it to the floor and let his tongue slide down to the hollow above her collarbone while he palmed her breast. He gently caressed it as he moved the kisses to her other breast and took her into his mouth, tasting, suckling, teasing. Reveling in each gasp that spilled from her lips and each shiver of desire that came across her body. “So good,” he murmured, his breath hot and moist against her skin. “You taste so damn good.”

She complied with everything he did, lifted her arms so he could get her shirt of her. Her hips buckled as his fingers glided down her naked skin to her pants to open them, she lifted herself up so he could get them off her with no problems, it was like she moved in perfect symmetry with him. But truth be told, the faster there was nothing between their skin the better.

Her tongue slowly graced over her lip as he started undressing himself in front of her. His gaze was enough to ignite the fire in her center, leaving her panting for more than just his eyes caressing her. How just his blue eyes could feel like a thousand touches over her skin, left her almost breathless. Being married as long as they had been, had left all the doors unopened to just how they should touch or speak to make the other compliant. Some would end up with the fire dimmed, but with Calvin and Elena, it had always seemed too only fueled their desire for each other. Seeking the thrills on how or what they could do next to rile the other one up.

Her eyes didn’t even hide how she traced his body as the shirt left his torso. Trying to see if she could find something new. But it all looked the same, every line, every – She took in a deep breath as their skin touched, she leaned her head back closing her eyes. Her finger-tips glide over his upper arms, if one would look at them now, they would look like lovers, and maybe the were. Could someone really erase all of what they had had, even as there were so many cracks in the foundation? Because somehow it was clear that the passion and love still stood strong.
A sound of pleasure left her as his lips started traveling down her neck, everything he did was enough to make her melt under his touch. As his hand found her breast, her back arched towards him, she couldn’t keep silent it was so intoxicating that she almost forgot to do anything else than just lay back and let him take control over her.

His voice was enough to break the spell he had put her under, a soft moan left her lips as her lips twisted into a small smirk. “Missed me?” she whispered in a teasing manner, as her fingers started removing his belt in one shift movement and threw it down the rest of the garments that had been removed. “I need you Calvin” she softly spoke and started pushing down his pants. Maybe with everything that had happened lately, just, being with him was the safest she had felt in such a long time. In some way it scared her, but as her hand found its way down his boxers and let her fingers caress and then fold around his member, those thoughts were pushed away. “Please” she begged, while starting to move her hand around his arousal.

He didn’t know if he’d ever missed anyone. Nor that he even could. But in a sense, he had missed her and what they'd had together. He knew that he had thrived having her by his side. She’d known him like no other. Cared about him like no other. And that he did miss. Having someone so devoted to him. Someone who'd accepted him for who he was. After all, it was far from everyone who knew about his true self. And even though she didn't know everything, he had opened up to her more than he had to anyone. Slowly at first, and despite his urge and habit of constantly manipulating and lying, he had made an exception when it came to Elena. The first time they’d met he’d not even believed that demons were capable of love, and yet, she’d been completely smitten by him in a sense that could only be explained by that. As time moved on, he'd started to feel at home with her. In a way that still was inexplicable to him. And as much as it baffled him that he still felt that way, he just knew in his heart that he couldn't let that go again.

He looked up to meet her eyes. “Unimaginably,” he whispered. For once telling the truth. He’d never imagined that she’d given him something that he could miss, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was exactly that. Now, of course, missing something was far from caring or even loving, both feelings he severely lacked the ability to feel. At least regarding others. But it certainly fulfilled his need to keep her in his life.
He helped her undress his pants, eager to relieve the pressure and let their bodies unite as one. Her words made him look at her for a long moment. It was three words he’d yearned to hear. And it only made him that much more set on not letting her go. He leaned in to kiss her neck, reveling in her touch. With one hand he got the boxers off him while the other arm supported his body right above her. Back in the day, he’d often tease her, wanting her to beg him, and if she was being good, he’d give her a reward. But now, he couldn’t even contain himself to that degree, because god, he needed to feel her too. To just fall back to those first times of them being together. He exhaled deeply as she started moving her hand around his member, tracing his hand down the outline of her body to the lace of her panties to pull them down. Once they were off, and she spread her legs, he automatically moved slightly up, so she’d feel his member against her entrance. From there, it didn’t take long before he moved inside her and let her take all of him. He closed his eyes as he felt her wet and warm embrace around him. He then opened his eyes to look at her, his fingers gently tracing the side of her neck as he stroked inside of her. Slowly increasing his speed. “Tell me you've missed me too,” he whispered, his lips inches from hers.

There was a dangerous line you passed when reuniting with a loved one. It never went well, because there would always be one that wanted it more than the other. Always be that trace of scars that the other had left behind. There was no such thing as a happy break between lovers. Now, what had transpired between the two demons couldn’t even categorise as something that was slightly happy. It had left Elena completely alone, as she had given up her former family to be with him. Completely drawn in by the promise that Calvin with unspoken words had given her. Maybe she had even believed him to give her that promise, without him even doing so. Now, one could argue if that could matter such a long time after. Debate that since she hadn’t filed for divorce had something to say with the fact that she still wanted him. Even here in his arms she wasn’t sure what she wanted. But one thing was sure, even between their shallow breaths and moans of pleasure. Nothing would be as it had been.

Her ocean blue eyes opened as she felt how he entered her. A controlled sigh left her, and she had to close her eyes once more. The pleasure that drove through her body was unlike any other. She wasn’t normally one that would fall into bed with anyone. And yet this year she had found herself in the bed of two former lovers. A small smirk formed on her plum lips as she felt his hot breath against her lips, asking her to tell him that she had missed him too. Her teeth sunk down on her bottom lip as she felt how he stroked and teased her, before picking up his pace. Her leg found their way around his hips as she let her hips follow his speed. A soft chuckle left her nose. How easy it was to fall into old habits.

She slowly let her eyes open again and took his face in, her hand glide over the side of his face. Her thump tracing his cheek bone, before letting her slender fingers grab onto his hair. “I’ve missed you” she breathed against his lips before taking them as hers. Passionately and devouring. Possessive even.

She knew that this would be one of those moments she would regret. Because it meant he still had power over her, power she didn’t want to let him have. But in this moment, right now, she didn’t care. She would give him anything if she asked that of her. Just to have a moment of the time she had missed so much.