Vowel Sounds
- Enticement -

She is Eve, holding out the apple, begging him to take a bite, offering to open his eyes to a whole new world. And he, like Adam, takes it and bites into it, every time, loving the way she licks at the juice that runs down his chin, loving the knowledge that comes with it.

She is Cleopatra, holding her hand out, offering him the world for the taking.

She may be a siren, enticing and calling him to his death, but he would willingly go wherever she asked.

He looks down at her, her hair tousled by their recent love making, the flush of exertion still faint across her cheeks, legs tangled in the sheets, her arms thrown wide, a sated relaxed expression on her face as she sleeps, he can help but not care that he has been ensnared, enticed, entrapped. He closes his eyes for a second and sees her as she was before they started this marathon, standing in front of him, with that goddamn mouth of her smiling gently, hooking her index fingers at him, beckoning him to her. He shakes his head slightly trying to dispel the image. She stirs and he leans down to brush a lock of her auburn hair out of her face, hair that always gets him into trouble, hair that a few hours ago had been wrapped around his fingers as he angled her head up to kiss her neck. She stirs again and he places a gentle kiss to her temple, that was all it was meant to be but the sensation of her skin beneath his lips makes the muscles below his stomach clench. It also doesn't help that her sleepy arms wind around his neck and pull him down to her. That's when he realizes that they are kissing and really kissing, and nothing else in the world is quite like kissing her, he can almost feel her offering everything to him.

He is almost surprised when she wraps a long, smooth leg around his waist, bringing his hips closer to him, almost, but not quite, because nothing that this seductress does truly surprises him anymore. A few minutes ago, he had been standing over her, watching her sleep, and now he was lying on her, her body wriggling underneath him, making it impossible for him to get back up, impossible for him to stop. But he does, he drags himself off her and stands up, raking a hand over the stubble that has formed on his face over the last...his frowns in concentration, trying to think about the last time he was outside of this room, away from her...he mind draws a blank and he looks down at her. She is frowning, breath slightly faster than normal, chest heaving; her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. It is so unfair, all her wanted to do was take a shower and now he is stuck, riveted to the spot, watching her glare at him. He groans as he throws himself back at her and a brief flash if triumph passes over her face.

She somehow manages to end up on top of him, her hips straddling his, grinning wickedly down at him. Her lips purse into a small pout, as if contemplating what to do with him, and he tries his hardest to ignore the burn of lust that flies around his body. It doesn't work, and her grin becomes even more wicked when she feels his desire against her inner thighs. She teases him with her fingers, running them down his chest, curling them into the hair, alternating between stroking and scraping gently with her nails. She leans down slightly and kisses his mouth, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip and she worms a hand between them, its warm, smooth and knowing and it makes him groan in to her mouth, back arching and one hand slipping up from her hip to grip the back of her neck. She pulls her mouth and her hand away, relishing in the pathetic whimper that involuntarily escapes his lips and once again she grins down at him.

"Christ Jen." His voice is hoarse and it makes her shudder with anticipation, loving the fact that all she needs to do it bite her lip and he comes running into her arms, giving her all she needs. She sometimes feels bad about it, knowing that she is his weakness, but as soon as the guilt passes over her, it is gone, replaced by the insatiable lust that sits heavy in the pit of her stomach whenever she thinks about him.

He flips her forcibly over, and she looks up at him, heavy lidded eyes dark with want, and it takes all of his will power not to slip into her there and then and lose himself in her.

"Touch me Jethro." She breathes, "I want to feel you." And he is lost, its almost as if he is unable to disobey, she enchants him and he can do nothing to stop it. His hands skim down her ribs and back up, loving the way her nipples pebble under his fingers. She has enticed him, well and truly, with her wicked mouth that she knows how to use so well, and her gut-wrenching beauty that haunts him wherever he goes. He is still maintaining the internal battle, to give or not, and he has no idea why, no idea why he would fight this, so he surrenders, slips into her and watches as her eyes darken even more and her fingers grasp for any part of him she can reach. He watches as his thrusts become harder and faster, watches as she arches her neck, exposing her throat, watches as her muscles clench around him just a second before he lets himself go and he leans his head into her shoulder, drawing breaths deep into his lungs.

When the blood stops pounding in his ears he realizes that he had just played right into her hands, her smirk of satisfaction on her beautifully flushed face a dead give away. Oh hell be damned, he doesn't care anymore, doesn't care that she is working him, every single time, that she is enticing him with those damned lips that are just asking to be crushed beneath his, doesn't care that this is exactly what she had planned, he is going to enjoy every moment of being enticed.

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