I keep finding myself in these positions [cw]

Ace always knew what he was doing. Everything was under controlled environments when they were in his hand. Something about this environment did however seem to lack control. It might be her passion, but also how she didn’t seem to pressure onto him like sex workers tried to. Not that he compared her to a sex worker, but there was something about this that pushed him away from the control he usually had about everything. Love and care on another level, which he hadn’t experienced before. Or was it just lust which had masked itself?

She groaned at him. He growled back. What? He tightened his grip a bit around her hip as he felt her legs wrap around him. Ace let his hand by her ribcage slide up to caress her chest. Her skin was so soft underneath his fingers that it would be a shame if something happened to it. He removed his lips from hers, but instead of saying anything he moved his lips to her neck and started to nibble it. Her hand moved from his hair to his throat which made him hum softly. “You are tempting,” he mumbled as he moved his head back towards hers with his lips hovering over hers, eyes half open and slightly brighter.

For someone seeming so cold and aloof, he could ignite a fire in her that was threatening to consume her. Every breath, touch, caress felt like it was setting her already hot skin on fire. I didn’t help that his scent, aura became more alluring the more pulled in by her own aura Ace become. It was like a rolling snowball making this into an avalanche. Just like him, this wasn’t a situation she found herself often in, if ever. She used her sexuality as a weapon to get what she wanted, but she never let anyone get this close. To actually make her feel something on a deeper level. Then just something as a means to an end.

When he mumbled the words sent what felt like millions of chills and sparks down her body, making it very hard for her to control herself. But at least she still had that small voice in her head telling her that he had pulled back before. That this could still become too much. Her eyes opened, noticing how his eyes had become slightly brighter. A soft sigh left her, as her other hand glided down his back, pulling herself a little closer. “What do you want?” she whispered, letting her lips just grace his before letting her body fall back into the bed. “because I’m here, and I want you”

He could smell how she became more aroused as the simple smell of hormones and bodily chemicals left her. It simply just didn’t help that he was also aroused. It felt like an ongoing circle where they got more and more aroused by each other. Ace had distanced himself from love and family because he felt like it was damaging more than doing good. He had become so apathic that this was like his emotions made a revolution and he didn’t know what to do about them.

She opened her eyes and the soft sigh she gave left a warm feeling towards his face. She pulled herself a little closer and he felt like he was sucked into a deep whole that he wouldn’t be able to come out of that easily. Her lips graced his. It was the last drop. Instead of answering her question he quickly leaned down to kiss her. The passion and longing were overflowing, and his hands sought down to the lining of her underpants. He pulled his lips away from hers shortly. “I want you,” he said with a slightly hoarse voice before he pulled his body back to get loose from her legs. He continued to pull off her underpants and if she had no arguments against it, he would take off his pants and underpants in one go before he would return to the position he had just been in, hovering over her. His hands would pull her legs up to the position around his waist. His member was almost waiting impatiently, ready and hovering over her pubic area. He let one hand seek around her thigh until it reached her clit to pleasure and prepare her. His free hand would seek up towards the back of her head considering whether or not it should find its way into her hair to grab onto or not.

Her eyes followed his body as he moved to take of the last piece of fabric that was on her body. She couldn’t help her heart picking up speed from the anticipation of what was about to happen. For a brief second her mind wandered not really understanding how they had even ended up here. From the fight. To him drinking too much. Aria dropping by. Dancing and him showing a very intimate side of himself to her. There, it was right there her heart had started falling for him. And now everything he did would only suck her deeper into this feeling towards him. She wiggled her body a little to help him get her out of her underwear more easily. She had to take in a deep breath as he let the rest of his own clothing drop to the floor, and how quickly he returned to the position over her.

When he started touched her, every voice in her head went quiet. She threw her head back moaning in pleasure, raising her hips towards him clearly not one for waiting. It was almost too much to bear or wait for. “Please” she whispered, biting down her lip trying to keep herself from making too much noise. Her hands found his arms sliding them upwards before they rested on his shoulders pulling him closer so she could kiss him again.

She moaned in pleasure and shortly after begged for more. He let his fingers slide down her folds to her center to make sure her body was as ready as she tried to convince him to be. She pulled him down to kiss him again and a soft groan left him, “Easy now,” he whispered between kisses as he made sure everything was slippery. He used her body fluids for that. Inside, folds and his member. Everything was ready but… He continued to let his fingers tease her, enjoying the sounds she made, the smell of them filling the whole room and the slight sweat that was slowly building up, making their skin slightly sticky from waiting for the actual action. His fingers inspected her center trying to find spots that felt better than others, speeds, and rhythms. He didn’t dare to experiment with how hard she wanted him to thrust, being able to think about how her body was fragile to his strong touch. Even though he had that in mind, it didn’t seem to be a concern to Hope, even though he could be wrong.

He groaned a little impatiently as he let his fingers leave her center and finally grab onto his member to place it by her entrance. Everything seemed to work so smoothly. A little too smoothly. His hand found its way to her hips and the other went into her hair. His lips never left her filled with passion and sexual tension. He let his member tease her entrance until he could feel how her body actually worked against it almost sucking him in. He let himself enter her fully with a groan. God, she felt so warm. It almost felt a little too good, making him pause for a second while he groaned and pressed his lips a little more intensely against hers. And then he started make his hips move, heating up both of them. He pulled his lips away from hers to let her breathe, “You feel so good,” he spoke with a slightly low and hoarse voice.

It was clear in the way she moved and sounded just how much his teasing was doing to her. Rendering her completely under his control, he could ask her of anything, and she would give it to him. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, it had never felt this good. So why was it so different with him? She was sure this couldn’t be love, it had to be attraction, tension. Maybe that they both had sought out the closeness that suited them. A give and take relationship where the other knew when to pull back. But she wasn’t sure she would be able to know what to do after this was done. What would happened next.

A moan left her as she once again had to throw back her head, arching her back as he kept testing her just how much she could take before she would come undone in his hands, which wasn’t far. God, it had been a long time, since someone had sent her over the edge. Which she did when he finally gave her what she had begged for. When he connected with her and started moving. It shouldn’t be enough, and yet again she couldn’t believe just how he made her feel by such simple acts of service. She kissed him back with the same passion. One hand finding his throat and the other placing her fingertips and nails pressed between his shoulder blades. As he told her she felt good, she wanted to tell him that she agreed. But she couldn’t no words would connect in her brain and all she could do was nod and let out a soft moan of appreciation and agreement.

Many, many years without this kind of action only made all of this feel like a deeper longing, even though he hadn’t felt like he had longed for it at all. Hope had torn up in a wound that had healed so long ago. Wanting to please someone and make sure they felt safe at all times without it being a job. It was scary because all of the feelings he felt was something he had been hiding away so it could get really dusty. And now Hope just wandered into his life and pulled the box out of hiding and opened it up as if nothing bad could happen from it.

The way her body reacted when they connected was incredible. She was warm and… Had he sent her over the edge? No matter what, he wouldn’t stop just yet. The passion and sexual tension were overflowing the whole room. The way she let her hands find their ways around his body was intoxicating. Even when she pressed her nails down between his shoulder blades he groaned a bit in both pleasure and pain – even though it didn’t really hurt.

Ace opened his eyes. The ceiling was dark. Was it morning or night? He felt a warm pressure on his chest. He looked down and noticed how Hope was laying halfway on top of hip. His eyes widened and his brows raised as he was reminded of how they had ended up here.


Ace slowly moved his hands. One moved from right under her arm and all away. The other moved up from her back and placed itself on her shoulder. With what Ace was sure was a gentle movement, he pushed her away so she laid on her back and got out of his bed as quickly as possible so she hopefully wouldn’t try to tackle him. He moved towards his closet and found himself a robe to throw around himself.

She hadn’t believed she could ever feel like this. That someone would be able to embrace her just like she was. Find her attractive when all of her soul bared to them that they would find the need to be this close. And for a second, she felt. Wanted. Hope could even have sworn that when she fell asleep a smile had formed on her lips.  

Hope hummed a little when she felt him move under her. Not that she opened her eyes or cared that much. She was sure he would just find a better position to place himself in. Because her mind was still so clear on what had happened hours before they had fallen asleep in each other arms. But the warmth in her heart, was quickly drenched in ice cold water, when she felt how he pushed her away and got out of the bed. A confused sound left her, as she sat up, the cover that had been over their bodies and now only hears fell down. “Whats going on?” she asked with a hoarse voice, not really understand why he was in such a hurry. Had he been called from the hospital or something alike? But how pain spread in her fingers and sat heavy on her heart, she was pretty sure that something else was up. She could almost feel it in it air, taste it with her powers that quickly was almost overwhelmed with how annoyed he felt. Not even to talk about; it was like someone punched her in her stomach. Regret.

Ace was filled with frustration. He hated that he had ended up in such a vulnerable place. It hurt more than it did good. He regretted that he had invited her to stay. Made breakfast. Danced with her. All of the things. Why had he even done it? Why had he become so sensitive with her? All about emotions and caring. He wanted to puke. He wrapped his robe around him as he heard her hoarse voice. She was clearly confused, and he knew that she was going to figure things out soon enough. He hadn’t tapped out of his feelings. They were still so very present.
He looked towards her. He could see that she had already felt whatever he had felt. “You should leave,” he replied before he looked down at his waist while he tied his robe. He looked back up at her. “As in right now. You should leave right now,” he said with his brows raised a little. He was still frustrated, but all of this might even be covering that he was scared. He was scared of getting hurt and actually feeling something again. He needed space. Time to think. Hopefully the cocktail of those too would make Hope forget about him so they could live separate lives and that he wouldn’t actually have to ever think about her again.

Pain jolted through her body as the words left him. She pulled the covers up and pulled them around her naked body. She felt how every hair on her body rose, painfully so spreading a sensation through her, that she hadn’t felt in so long. But sadly, knew very well. She breathed out, feeling how tears pressed against the corners of her eyes. And for a moment she wanted to tell him that it was okay, and he didn’t need to be scared. But he quickly retorted another demand for her to leave. And not just take your time and please leave. Right now. She folded her lips and looked down at her hands that was pressing the fabric in her hands that was slightly shaken. What a cliché, but she had known the moment she had laid eyes on him that he would cause her pain. But she had never imagined that it would be this violently.

She got out of the bed and looked around before she found her stuff. She only quickly pulled some pieces on that covered the most essential parts of her body. There were so many words flying through her mind. Things she wanted to tell, or even just ask. But an almost emotionless expression had formed on her face. She walked into the living room and grabbed her backpack that she had with her. Didn’t even bother with a t-shirt or pants before she walked straight to the door. Her hand reached for the handle but stopped just inches from it. She looked over her shoulder, almost hoping that he would stop her from leaving. But he wasn’t. Her tongue glided through her teeth, and she clenched down on it. Hoping the pain would help her from not letting out a sob. She then opened the door, closing it before she stepped out in what apparently was pouring rain. Shivering, she felt the cold asphalt under her feet. She had no idea how many steps down the street she walked before she had to grab onto a lamppost. Gliding down to her knees and let the sob and cry leave her. Tears mixing with the heavy rain pouring over her.

He could almost taste the water in her eyes and how words were about to spill from her lips. He was quick to tell her to leave and it seemed to work. He didn’t want a discussion out of this. She was slow. Oh, so painfully slow to get out of the bed. She got her stuff and left the bedroom. He moved to the bed and pulled the bedsheets off. He would probably have to by some new now to get the smell of her away. He folded it as quickly as possible, listening in on how she walked around in the living room and gathered her stuff. How she stopped by the front door. He turned face the entrance to his bedroom and was about to tell her to stop whining and get going when he finally could hear how she opened the door and got out. He groaned and started find a bag for the bedsheets and some new clothing he could wear, so he could get a bath and get the stench of sex and Hope off him. All of this made him furious and for once, the thought about actually going for a hunt crept into his mind.

//Out