A/N: This story is "R" rated, or something like that. Things get steamy in this one. Setting is Modern TROUF, close to the beginning of Blue and Alaster's relationship. Also, hetero love scenes are not my typical love scenes, so it's likely terrible. Okay, you've all been warned. Continue at your own risk. - Rachel
One Time Thing
“You'll have to sleep on the couch,” said Blue, pointing to the sectional sofa in the apartment's small living room.
She wasn't thrilled about having to bring Alaster home with her and it showed on her face. Alaster wasn't used to feeling guilty about crashing on somebody's couch, but it was somehow different with her than with his usual crowd. He got the feeling that she was doing this to keep Fae from having to worry about him, not that Fae needed to worry about him. His sister was a little too paranoid about him.
“You could have left me at the bar,” he pointed out, disgruntled. “If I have to sleep on a couch, I might as well have gone home with Jimmy.”
“The hell's wrong with my couch?” she snapped, and she actually sounded a little offended. “Look, I ain't doing this because I'm trying to police what you do with your life. It's your choice, and you didn't have to come with me.”
“And you didn't have to kiss me,” he pointed out, because no way was he going to let go of that, no matter how many days it had been since it happened. You didn't just kiss somebody and never talk about it again.
The woman put her hands on her hips, blowing a strand of loose hair out of her face. She was as plain as ever, not a bit of makeup on her face and clad as always in bluejeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was the only thing she seemed to spend any time on, and he knew it had to take a while to braid that much hair, but even at that, it still always looked messy. She wasn't the sort of girl he normally chased. He didn't really chase anyone, honestly. He didn't have to. Women liked the “mysterious Brit” routine. Well, Blue didn't seem to particularly like it, but she was different. Everything about her was different.
“Kissing you don't mean I'm gonna sleep with you,” she informed him.
“Most women who kiss me are happy to sleep with me,” he told her with a smirk. “I happen to be very good looking.”
“You happen to be a pain in the ass,” she said.
“A good looking pain the ass,” he said, smirk still in place.
“Fine, you're good looking,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “But you let it go to your head. Looks ain't everything, Al.”
He almost said something cruel about how her looks, but then he found himself looking at her again. She was plain but she wasn't unattractive. Her confidence in herself was visible in the way she held herself. There was something about her that he was undeniably drawn to, as much as he wished that wasn't the case.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, he looked away from her and cleared his throat. “Well, just so you know. You're not hard to look at either.”
This seemed to catch her by surprise. An attractive blush spread across her face and she scratched the back of her head and looked away from him as well. Alaster dared to look at her again about the time that she decided to look back at him. Their eyes met. Alaster knew then that something was going to happen between them.
“Listen,” he said, nervous, “I'll sleep on the couch if you want me to.”
“Probably for the best,” she agreed, but she took a step closer to him.
He stepped forward too, closing a little distance between them. “Yeah. Might do something we regret, otherwise.”
“I don't know that I'd regret it,” Blue said.
“Yeah?” Alaster took a breath. “Me neither.”
Then they were kissing again, and Alaster had no idea which of them started it but it didn't matter. He'd never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his life. There was a desperate energy between them, like nothing he'd ever experienced, and he drew her towards him to deepen the kiss, feeling her smaller body beneath his hands. He let his hands wander from her shoulders down her arms, to her hips, and held her like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
She was a good kisser, her tongue gently caressing his lips, asking for entrance that he hurried to give. They explored each other's mouths hungrily, and Blue's hands came up to tangle in Alaster's hair. He could feel her echoing desperation in the way her fingertips pressed into his scalp. It made him wonder if there had ever been a chance that they could have remained just friends. It felt like this had always been inevitable.
Blue broke the kiss after several long moments. She put her hands on his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. There was a soft smile on her face as she said, “Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?”
“Let's,” Alaster agreed, stumbling after her when she took his hand and pulled him toward her room.
“Don't get the wrong idea,” Blue told him as she stripped off her shirt and through it aside. “This is just a one time thing, alright? Just a little fun between friends.”
“Okay,” Alaster agreed, even though he was pretty sure that wasn't true at all. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched her undress. Belatedly, he realized he should probably undress too. By then, Blue was down to her bra and underwear. Alaster hurried to yank his own shirt over his head. He toed off his shoes and socks, but his fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans.
Reaching out to take his hands in her own, Blue pressed a soothing kiss to his temple. “We've got all night, babe. Take it easy.”
She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans for him, slowly sliding down the zipper, before she slipped her hand down the front of them and stroked him. He moaned at her touch, hips jerking involuntarily at the contact.
“You're so beautiful,” she murmured, carefully moving them over to the bed. Alaster flushed, embarrassed. People usually didn't mean it in a positive way when they told him he was beautiful, but Blue said it with such reverence, like she truly meant it.
It seemed a little odd to him, how she somehow lowered him onto the bed instead of the other way around. He couldn't bring himself to really care, just lifted his hips to help her slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. She straddled him on her knees and reached behind her back to unbuckle her bra. Alaster sat up to reach out and cup her small breasts in his hands.
“I, uh, I don't have anything with me,” he admitted, thinking about how he usually kept a condom in his wallet but he hadn't gotten laid in what felt like forever and he'd gotten out of the habit. “I mean, you know, protection.”
“Lucky for you, I plan for every eventuality,” she replied with a chuckle, reaching over him to her bedside table, where she fished a condom package out of the drawer.
Alaster couldn't help feeling a little jealous, wondering why she kept those. Did she do this often? He didn't think so. Not that there was anything wrong with doing this often, and he'd be a hypocrite to assert otherwise, but he was frequently a hypocrite and he didn't like the idea of sharing her with anyone else.
“What's going on in that head of yours?” she asked him, tearing open the condom package and carefully sliding the prophylactic over his erection. She gave him a playful squeeze. “No one can accuse you of just thinking with this, can they?”
“Thinking's not really what I use that for,” he replied breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed as she stroked him again. The needy sounds that escaped his mouth were almost embarrassing. He wanted her so much he couldn't think straight.
A mischievous glint entered her eyes and she shimmied out of her panties before rolling them both on the bed so that he was now the one leaning over her.
“Show me, why don't you?” she challenged.
Alaster reached out and pulled the hairband from her braid, tossing it on the floor. He ran his fingers through her honey-colored hair, spreading the loose strands across the pillow beneath her head. He kissed her again and she pulled him down to her, hands on his shoulder blades, gripping nearly hard enough to leave bruises.
Somehow, it was the best sex of his life. He was pretty sure first times weren't supposed to go so well. He'd had a lot of (a fair amount of) great sex in his life but usually with people he never planned to see again. And it wasn't that this time wasn't awkward and a little terrifying, but it felt right. Blue's body melded against his own in a very natural way that made him feel at ease.
In the aftermath, lying tangled up with her, his mind felt at ease like it never had before. She'd said this was just a one time thing, but as he lay next to her body, his hand cupping her shoulder, he couldn't imagine it stopping at this.
“How was it?” Blue asked him, rolling over in his arms to look at his face.
Arching one eyebrow, Alaster replied, “Your tits really are tiny.”
She kicked his leg, hard, making him shout. He glared at her but she just gave him a smug look that said he'd deserved it, and he knew she was right.
“You're such an asshole,” she told him with no real bite in her tone.
“Oh, you like it and you know it,” he replied with a smirk. “No way you'd put up with me otherwise.”
“Who says I put up with you?” Blue teased.
A loud rapping at the door drew their attention to the bedroom door. Roger's voice was slightly muffled but perfectly legible.
“So the two of you know, the walls in this place are thin and I still live here. Try to keep it down, would you?”
Alaster groaned and threw a pillow at the door. “Stop listening, you creep!”
“Stop fucking loud enough for the whole apartment complex to hear and maybe I'll be able to drown you out with my headphones!” Roger fired back. “And goodnight to you, sir.”
Blue was quietly laughing at the entire exchange. She reached out and lightly tweaked Alaster's nose.
“You're so cute when you're offended,” she said, kissing the frown on his face. She peppered his cheeks with kisses until he started to relax again. “Bet it'd piss Roger off if we went for another round.”
As nice as that sounded, Alaster felt pretty drowsy. Was it okay to fall asleep? Or was that rude? He'd never actually thought about that before. Not that he usually cared much about whether or not he was being rude. He could admit that he was just a little worried about what Blue might do to him if he pissed her off about this.
“Can we sleep instead?” he murmured, looking away from her sheepishly. He was comfortable, about as comfortable as he had ever been, really. “I mean, for a bit. A couple of hours. Then, when we wake him up with our raucous lovemaking again, we'll have lured him into a false sense of safety first.”
Instead of taking offense, she smiled and patted his arm. “Of course. But I'm waking you up in exactly two hours, so don't get too comfortable.”
Yeah, Alaster thought. He could get used to this.
FIN
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