Author's Note

AriaSet sexytimes inc.
you have been warned

2. Coincidence

Past the door leading out and away from the stage, there was a short hall that split off a few meters in, laying out in three separate directions. I saw the stairs that Aria had mentioned straight away and started trotting towards them with what I am entirely aware was an indecent level of haste, but come on:

Eight months.

EIGHT MONTHS.

Cut me some slack, okay? I really just wanted to get laid and if I’m being completely honest Aria Blaze was kind of perfect: physically speaking, anyway.

I sighed as I clutched her clothes to my chest and tried really hard not to lean down a sniff at them a little. I’m not that bad off yet but I’m pretty close. Aria was just so, so pretty, and, as crass as this sounds, pretty girls tend to smell as good as they look and the whiff I got earlier did not put a lie to that. Plus, she's not just pretty, she’s…

Ugh.

Look, Rainbow might not discriminate in her tastes but, to a certain extent, I do; I like ladies, alright? A lot. I like thick girls and petite girls, tall girls and short girls, muscular girls and soft girls.

I. LIKE. GIRLS.

I’m really friggin’ gay is what I’m saying here. Ladies are soft and good and everything about them gives me butterflies. I love how they always smell nice, and how they’re always softer than dudes, and the way their voices sound, and all of that. As a general rule, if you show me a girl then I am down to go down is where I’m going here.

And yes, I might also be a teensy bit thirsty at the moment, thanks for asking.

My point, if I had one, was this: I like girls of all stripes, but everyone’s got a preference, right? In Equestria it was pegasus mares for me, nothing beats being wrapped up in a pair of those soft wings while you’re cuddled up with a pretty mare. But here on Earth? As a human? You want to know what really revs my engine?

Fit girls: Lean, toned, and leggy.

There was a really good reason that I was always willing to go to Rainbow’s track meets and soccer games back in high school and it wasn’t because I relished getting up at fuck’o’clock in the morning to sit in creaky metal stadium stands in the cold and damp to watch while the team from El Bumfuck Nowhere High got their asses beat like drums by my best friend and her sportsball harem.

Personality-wise I want passion, or maybe specifically I need it, it's what drew Rainbow and I together and ultimately what tore us apart, but it was more just the passion exacerbating our mutual competitive natures combined with my jealousy and her general disregard for everything.

Specifically, I want the kind of passion that’ll knock me over, pin me to the bed, and pull my hair a little.

Let's review: I like pretty, bossy, and fit, and since Aria’s got a Grand Slam in each one of those categories, yeah, I was entirely planning on following Aria into her room and going downtown on a Siren because it has been eight months since I’ve been laid and she is so goddamn pretty.

I stopped outside her door and sighed, grimacing as I briefly considered one more time what, or rather who, it was I was planning on doing.

This was Aria Blaze: the middle sister of the Sirens who my friends and I risked everything to defeat some years back. And yes, according to Sonata they were mostly just normal people trying to get by in the world now, and yes, they’d been on good behaviour as far as I knew, but…

How exactly was I going to explain this to the girls? To Rainbow?

Oh who am I kidding, Rainbow Dash would probably just high five me for landing a stripper and then take me to a bar to celebrate. For better or worse she was among the least discriminatory of our friends when it came to giving people second chances, and easily the crassest when it came to getting laid, although in fairness between her and Cloudkicker they had probably banged the majority of the eighteen-to-twenty-four demographic of Canterlot, whereas I was standing outside Aria goddamn Blaze’s bedroom waffling over the matter, so maybe they knew something I didn’t.

I blew out a breath and reached for the doorknob, turning it with a muted click and pushing the door open to step inside.

Aria’s room was surprisingly simple: while not voluminously large, it was still probably still the size of an average living room. There was soft carpeting a shade of dark blue, and the floor was 'fresh hotel-room' clean. I had half-expected shag carpeting but I’ll admit that was largely my own prejudice at work.

At the far end of the room against the middle of the wall was a queen-size bed with dark purple and blue sheets and a thick, warm-looking comforter, and to the left of the bed a flat-screen t.v. with a custom speaker setup was hooked to the wall above a messy dresser covered in various energy drinks and snack wrappers along with every gaming console known to mankind. I felt a small smile trace over my lips at that… Aria and I might actually have something in common other than sexual compatibility. To the right was a large vanity, a body length mirror, and another door that I presumed led to the bathroom, and as I entered and pushed the door shut with the heel of my foot, I realised what it was that I didn’t see.

What I did not see was Aria Blaze.

I felt a pair of incredibly soft hands slither up past my jacket and under my shirt from behind me to cup my breasts, and my knees immediately knocked together as I went weak. Aria pressed into my back and I could hear the satisfied smirk on her face as she leaned up next to my ear.

“Look what I~ fou~nd,” she sang out in a gloating tone, squeezing gently and kneading as I leaned back against her.

Aria's clothing toppled out of my arms into a pile as I started breathing hard, and I felt her mouth press against my neck, licking and biting gently every inch or two, and I could hear her sniffing softly, taking in my scent in a manner that I found strangely sexy. Regardless, I let myself sink into her touch as I appreciated just how good she was at what she was doing to me.

Written’s Quill, it had been too damn long since someone else had touched me.

“Aria~,” the word slipped softly from lips.

There it was again, just like during the performance. Her body tensed and stiffened, and she shivered, and I let out a small eep of shock as Aria fixed her teeth onto my neck, the sudden shift in gears from slow and sensual to aggressive caught me off guard in a good way.

Before I could say anything, though, she pulled away, and I’m not too proud to admit I might have let out disappointed little noise when her hands and lips left me before she gripped my shoulders and spun me around in place.

At that moment I realised that I had not properly appreciated something about Aria Blaze beyond the fact that she was still fantastically naked, her purple thong notwithstanding. Which was that she was surprisingly short.

I mean, I’m not great shakes in the height department either, I’d sprouted a bit at the end of High School and ended up being about five-six and loose change which I knew was in the average for ladies on this side of the mirror, but Aria was like… five and two, and that was being generous. It had been hard to tell before because she’d been on a raised stage first, and then she’d been, well… mounting me… and at that point I’d had far more important things to pay attention to than our relative heights. Namely the lovely pair of tits I’d had smooshed into my face, and the long, toned legs that had been straddling my lap.

Vaguely, I recalled a study done by the CCU psych department on how shorter people are statistically angrier and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I was not blowing my shot with Aria because I couldn’t keep a lid on my giggle-fit.

Aria glared up at me and for a moment I felt my heart flutter. Another thing I’d never really appreciated was, angry or not, Aria had the most beautiful pair of gem-tone amethyst eyes. The way they fairly glittered with wit and anger actually kind of made her sexier.

“Rules,” Aria snapped in an even voice.

“H-Huh?” The soul of wit, that's me, so I tried again. “Uh, rules?”

Nailed it.

“Yeah, rules,” Aria confirmed. “My rules and you follow them to the letter, Shimmer, or we’re done here and now, capische?”

“Uh, sure, yeah,” I nodded, off-put by the suddenly business-like tone she was taking. “Rules are good with me, boundaries are totally fine.”

Actually, it was kind of refreshing to have them just tossed at me like this. Knowing what was good in bed and what wasn’t made things a lot less awkward for me at least, this was good.

“Rule one: no kissing,” Aria said, holding up a finger.

I take it back. Not good.

“A~w, what?!” I sagged a little at that.

Look, sex is great and all but have you ever just kissed a girl before? That’s like, one of my top five favorite things to do. Sexy-times is fantastic, and I’m down for it, but it’s not something you can do just anywhere, y’know? But you can always find a secluded corner or empty classroom to drag each other into to make out like high school freshmen, and that’s entirely up my alley.

Also, Aria has just… the nicest lips. Like a perfect cupid’s bow with that adorable curve at the top. I’d been really looking forward to that.

“Complain again and I toss you out on your ass,” Aria said sharply.

“Fine,” I replied a little sullenly, “just lips are off-limits or-?”

Aria rolled her eyes, “just the lips.”

I nodded. Okay, so this wasn’t ideal but I was willing to make a few sacrifices since I’d left my Dignity at the door and posted my Reservations nearby to keep an eye on it, and besides, maybe it was some kind of trigger thing, right? Who was I to judge?

“Rule two: I’m on top,” Aria raised another finger, and I gave her two thumbs up and a deadpan stare on that one.

To my surprise, Aria snorted and laughed at my response, and my heart did a weird jump in my chest that seemed to land it square in my stomach at the sound because wow, that was really cute. For a moment all I could think was that I wanted to hear that laugh again really badly.

Aria’s face immediately schooled back to a sort of angry neutral, and she put up another finger. “Third rule: we finish on this.”

Holding up her other hand, I cocked my head as I tried to figure out what I was looked at. It was a lot of belts and straps and a long purple- OH.

“Uh… I, uh… don’t have a lot of experience with strap-ons,” I admitted sheepishly, and Aria rolled her eyes again.

“Dealbreaker?” Aria asked, “you can still walk away.”

Bullshit I can walk away, I’m so keyed up by this point that I’m practically vibrating.

“N-no, just…” I fidgeted for a moment before settling on what I felt was a good compromise since I highly doubted I would be the one wearing it. “Can… can I be, y’know, on my back looking up at you? Rather than hands and knees? I’m pretty exclusively on the ladies side so it’ll be a lot nicer view for me, at least.”

Aria mouth twisted up a little but she eventually she nodded. “Yeah, fine.”

“So uh… how do we-” I began but before I got any further, Aria had tossed the strap-on, harness and all, to the side of the bed and closed the distance between us.

Practiced fingers peeled me out of my jacket in an instant, and it was tossed rumpled to the floor on the pile of her own clothes that I had dropped. Aria pressed her body to mine, leveraging her lesser weight against me and in my surprise I couldn’t resist her advance. I was pushed back on heels, backpedaling with her hands against my shoulders until the backs of my knees knocked against the edge of her bed and I toppled over onto my back.

Aria followed me down.

She crawled over me and I shivered as she unceremoniously pulled my shirt up until it was bunched over my breasts, and she began gently kissing and licking at my midriff while her fingers played idly at my waist and sides.

I writhed underneath her as she kissed and nipped, and my daze of fuzzy warm endorphins was only broken when I felt a slight tug at my waist and legs.

Blinking in surprise, I propped myself up on my elbows and glanced down around Aria.

“Where the hell are my pants?” The words fell out of my mouth as I stared down at my panties and bare legs past where Aria was straddling me.

Aria grinned back at me as she lifted my jeans in her left hand, belt and all, from behind her almost triumphantly before dropping them off the edge of the bed. I hadn’t even felt her go for them. Damn, she was good.

“I’ve got skills, Shimmer,” Aria said smokily, “and I’m gonna hit you with every single one of’em.”

I swallowed hard as she traced her fingers from my bottom of my breastbone down my stomach to my panty-line… then a little further down, ripping a ragged gasp from my throat as she pressed her finger down slightly.

“Ooh, someone enjoyed my performance,” Aria cooed, her pretty lips curling up in a teasing smile. “Or maybe I’m just that good, hm?”

I was shaking badly as she stood up and I hate to admit what might have been another mewling noise left my lips as her touch was suddenly gone. I glanced around, a little desperate to see where she had gone. Aria had picked up a remote control from a nightstand and smirked as she lifted it up and hit a pair of buttons. One of them dimmed the lights in the room to a warm, honey-black glow, and the other turned on the tv showing off a pulsating display of lights to a strong electronic beat that filled the air, followed by a light, pleasant, rhythmic tenor male voice singing.

Her body moved to the beat of the music and I felt my heart catch in my throat as I backed up further onto the bed. She crawled after and let me tell you, it takes a certain kind of presence to maintain the image of being in charge when you’re both several inches shorter than the other person and on your hands and knees, but Aria managed it without breaking stride.

She was halfway up my body when she leaned down, got a grip on my panties with her teeth, and smiled up at me as she pulled them off, angling her head up and taking my legs with her, only for them to slip back to the bed as she freed the, admittedly stained, article and tossed it with a jerk of her head.

On a whim, I followed their arc with my eyes.

They landed right on the pile with the rest of our clothes. How did she do that?

Have you ever been naked from the waist down in someone else’s presence? Is it just me or do you feel more naked then than when you’re actually completely naked? I suspect that was the point, as Aria slipped up my body, past my achingly aroused core, past my bare midriff, until we were eye to eye. She traced her fingers up my bare arms until our hands met, then curled her fingers between mine and pinned me to the bed.

She must’ve heard my sharp intake of breath because she smiled wider.

Written’s Quill, I wanted to kiss her so badly. I want to but I didn’t, she said no so that’s not a line I’ll cross. But damn she’s so, so beautiful. Her lips curve up just right, especially when she smirks, and that little bow at the top is so enticing. I want to know what her lips taste like, I want to feel her tongue tangled with mine, I just want to kiss her damn it.

“You’re going to scream my name tonight, Shimmer,” Aria whispered, pressing her lips up against my ear, and I believed her.

She fixed her teeth gently onto my neck, biting just hard enough to make me moan and just softly enough that a tiny part of me wanted her to bite harder. But that was on purpose, she wanted to leave me wanting more and more.

Her left hand rose, freeing one arm for a moment and I used that moment to wrap that arm around her and tangle it into her long, luxurious two-tone hair as I arched up and bit her neck right back, running my tongue over the red mark I left as she hissed in pleasure. I didn't even bother stifling my moan as I felt her hand slip past my waist to my cunt and bury two fingers deep inside and then press the pad of her thumb over my clit.

I cried out in relief, the feeling I had craved was there, the feeling of force and affection, of someone else tending to my desperate needs.

My legs tensed and curled around her, trying to drag the source of that pleasure closer as I dragged my teeth down her warm, flushed skin. I gripped the hand pinning mine to the bed hard and scraped my fingers down her neck and back, probably leaving marks but, at that point, I don’t think either of us had enough presence of mind to care.

I felt her grip my hand back and she pulled me up into her arms until I was sitting up. Our arms tangled as I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, while she practically tore my bra off, unclasping it and flinging it away (to land with everything else, natch). I kissed, nipped, and sucked at every inch of her perfect body I could reach with my mouth; neck and earlobes, shoulders and clavicle, every single inch of her was delicious.

At no point did her hand stop working at me, and I only made it a few more gasping seconds before I curled around the smaller woman and came to a shuddering orgasm. Rather than satisfy all it did was leave me hungrier, though, and I rocked my hips against her fingers harder.

I heard a felid growl emerge from somewhere in the back of her throat, as she arched up and fixed her jaw onto her my shoulder. I hissed and dragged my fingers down her back before reaching down and slipping my hands into her panties, feeling for my prize.

Her hand that had been gripping mine let go and snatched at my wrist, and I let out a plaintive whine as she pulled away with fiery eyes and a devilish smirk.

“Patience, Shimmer,” Aria said in a throaty voice. Her husky contralto sent a shiver up my spine as she increased the tempo of her own fingers and brought her lips tantalizing close to mine. “Cum for me…”

I let out another whine, and shuddered as I did exactly as she instructed, and for the first time I heard her let out her own sound of mewling pleasure and she leaned forward to run her tongue up from the tops of my breasts to my throat.

“You’re beautiful, Shimmer,” Aria whispered against my throat, and I shivered at the feeling of her breath crossing my bare skin. “And so… so much more… you taste perfect.”

“I… taste?” I muttered before my eyes flew wide as I remembered what Sonata had said.

“Just because you broke our heartstones doesn’t change the fact that we eat emotional energy.”

I pulled away from her with a start, staring down at Aria who looked up at me in confusion with a raised eyebrow.

“A-are you feeding on me?” I stammered.

Aria cocked her head to the side. “Uh, yeah? Doi… why else would I have invited you back here?”

A felt a cold, stony weight settle into my gut followed by a surge of shame and anger.

“You… you…” my breath was coming in struggling heaves as I pulled further away from her, covering myself as I did. “How… how could you-”

Aria’s eyes widened a little, and for a moment I saw a flash of something like pain.

“It’s not like that!” Aria snapped. “We have to eat, remember?”

“I trusted you!” I shouted angrily, tears of anger and guilt building up. “I… we were having s-”

“Sex! Yeah, we were fucking, Shimmer,” Aria growled. “We weren’t making sweet love or anything, shit, what’s your problem!”

“My problem,” I snarled, “is that I’m not a partner in this I’m a fuckin’ entrée, Aria!”

There it was again. That shiver… the tension suddenly gripping her body, and then Aria reached out and grabbed at my arm as I started to tried to back up further.

“W-wait!” Aria’s voice rippled with something that actually sounded like… sorrow.

Or pain.

“S-Shimmer, wait,” Aria repeated, her voice softer. “I… I didn’t think…”

“What?!” I said angrily, and I hated that tears were starting to build up at the corners of my eyes. “You didn’t think that maybe I wouldn’t like getting my soul sucked out?!”

“It’s not that way,” Aria said, and she actually sounded like she meant it. “Not anymore, we’re… we’re like extreme empaths, I guess. Your lust… it’s like a meal but so much more.” My face twisted at that but she kept talking, her voice becoming more desperate. “I… I didn’t mean it like that! You’re more than a meal, I know! But… you’re taste is so intense and so- it doesn’t hurt you, or take anything away from you, okay?”

I swallowed hard. The Sirens were consummate actresses, but I wasn’t sure that even Aria could fake what I was hearing in her voice. She genuinely sounded like she was sorry.

“W-What does it do then?” I asked after a few seconds. “To me, I mean.”

“Nothing,” Aria said quietly. “It’s more like I share in it… that’s all.” Her grip became more gentle and she gave a small tug, silently asking me to come closer. “I won’t hurt you.”

I took a few deep breaths. I’d already taken such a risk, being with Aria like this, letting her so close knowing she was dangerous but…

Tentatively, I scooted closer. Aria leaned in and pressed her lips to my neck, gently kissing along my collarbone and up my throat. Her slender fingers traced lines, soft and insistent, up my chest, stopping teasingly at the sensitive peaks. Then she wrapped her arms around me and held me, never moving more than a few inches at a time until her lips brushed that place on the edge of my ear that she somehow knew that I loved.

“Let me make you feel good,” Aria whispered, and there was almost a hint of pleading to her voice. “I want you to feel good… please let me, I promise I'll never hurt you.”

I hated that I could feel myself giving in. I wanted to throw her offer back her face, even if it meant gathering up my clothes and making the worst walk of shame in history out of the lounge. I wanted to look her in eye and accuse her of using me, but… let's be honest, I knew what I was in for in that respect, at least.

Either way, I didn't, and it wasn't just because I was horny as hell. Aria just sounded so… earnest.

I let her slowly guide me down until I was laying on my back, and she kissed softly down my chest, across my breasts, to my stomach, and then lower. I could feel myself relaxing under her touch, and I wanted so badly for her to be telling the truth.

Maybe because, in part, I just wanted her so badly.

I let out a sharp, pleasure-fueled cry as I felt Aria’s tongue slide between the folds of my lower lips. Her talented mouth was finding all of the little spots that made my mind go blank. I glanced down and was rewarded with the intoxicating sight of her head buried between my legs, her attention focused completely on me, that cascade of purple hair bobbing gently as she licked and sucked at me.

My breaths started getting short, filled with small moans and pleas for more.

“Keep going, please…” I gasped, my hand softly gripping the top of her head and kneading at her hair. “More… I need more, Aria.”

And she gave it to me.

Either she had been holding back or my words had keyed her up even more, because suddenly she was diving in harder, lapping at me like she was starving for my taste, and I cried out as my third orgasm of the night slammed into me. My legs locked around her head, but she didn’t seem to care, for all I could tell around the blinding sensory overload I was wading through, Aria was as desperate as I was to continue.

Then it was past and I slackened, going limp on the bed, sweat trickling down my body as I fought to get my breath back. Looking down my body, I saw something that I swear will stay burned into my mind forever. Aria lifted her head slowly, her mouth and chin dripping with my cum, and eyes burning with lust as she panted.

Without taking her eyes off of me, she flailed for something off the edge of the bed, and finally pulled up the harness of the strap-on she showed me earlier.

Even through the almost unearthly glow of her eyes, I could see her question.

She wasn’t going to keep going if I didn’t want her to. I could tell she wanted to, and badly, and from somewhere deep inside I wanted her to as well.

Not just because I wanted to get off. It had nothing- alright, almost nothing to do with my dry spell.

No, I wanted it because I wanted her. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted her to take me. To push me down and fuck me like an animal and specifically I wanted it to be her.

So I nodded, a small, purposefully submissive motion as I met her eyes. This time it was my turn to shiver as I heard the growl in the back of her throat.

Swift, practiced hands had her panties off and the harness belted on. The toy that was attached to it was double-ended too, and I watched her shiver in delight as it slid into her, and then she was on top of me; pinning me down and growling at my neck, licking and kissing up and down my throat as she ground her hips, and the toy, against my soaking nethers.

“Aria~!”

Her name came out in a plaintive moan and I felt her whole body stiffen, and a sharp intake of breath ripples through her.

Then she was inside me. The now well-lubricated tool hilting inside my dripping cunt in a single, smooth movement.

I let out a long, low, satisfied moan as I wrapped as much of myself around Aria as I could. My hands clawed at her back as my legs locked around her waist. She rose over me, thrusting her hips as she rode me, and I loved every moment of it.

It took only seconds for me to hit my next orgasm, and I tightened my grip around her. To my faint surprise, Aria held me just as closely, burying her face against my neck as her name stuttered past my lips.

“Ah, Ah, Aria~!”

A snarl ripped from her throat and she began thrusting faster, her face still buried in my hair, her teeth nipping at my ear and neck.

Then I heard her hiss out words past her gasping breaths.

“Again,” Aria’s voice was ragged with effort and pleasure, “say my name again.”

Like she could stop me.

I rolled my hips, hilting myself this time and let her name flow from my lips like a song.

“ARIA!”

She pulled away from my neck, never ceasing her thrusts as she stared down into my lust-clouded eyes. Her eyes were glinting shards of amethyst flame, and they fixed me with their razor light.

“Again!” She snarled.

I obeyed, let her name spill from me in a long moan.

Then her own lips sealed hard and fast over mine. I didn’t have time to be surprised that she had, for whatever reason, broken her own rule. I didn’t have time to be shocked at the passion and fury that she dominated my lips and tongue with. All I could feel was a near agonizing burn of satisfaction as all of my pent up needs seemed to snap free and uncoil at once.

I kissed Aria Blaze with all the fire her surname demanded, and she gave me the same. Once the first kiss had shattered whatever barrier Aria had been keeping up in her own mind they began coming hard and fast, rapid kisses ending with gently bitten lips. Hard, breathless kisses that left the both of us panting as much from the thick purple toy that was thrusting into the both of us as from our lips.

Finally, Aria pulled back, both of our faces flushed and blushing, threw her head back, and let out a long, tuneless note like a cry of song as she went crashing into her own orgasm, and as I rode my own out with her.

As I stared up at her, I thought I saw something I couldn’t put a name too. A light that had sunk into the air around her.

Something distant and beautiful.

Then the moment passed and she collapsed against me, both of us breathing hard.

“W-What happened…” I began before swallowing and licking my lips to wet my mouth again after all that panting, “to the first rule?”

Aria rolled off of me, the toy sliding free and pulling a moan out of me along with it.

“F-fuck you, Shimmer,” Aria groaned from beside me, glaring at me as she did, and I flinched.

I had been about to say something smart but there was something very close to genuine anger in Aria’s eyes.

No… not anger. Fear. Shame, anger, and fear.

I swallowed hard, remembering her words from earlier. Aria was right, we had both gone into this knowing it was essentially a one night stand. We weren’t ‘making love’ we were just having sex, like she’d said.

Incredible, mind-blowing sex, sure, but… that’s all it was, right?

Sighing, and feeling a little of the afterglow fading away, I sat up and swung my legs over the other side the bed, away from Aria and began scanning around for my clothes.

Most of them were in the same pile with Aria’s but I had tossed my own shirt away and didn’t have nearly her impeccable aim, apparently, because it was nowhere to be seen.

Shakily, I began standing on rubbery legs, rubbing at my naked arms as the air chilled the sweat, among other things, I was covered in.

“Stop.”

I blinked in confusion, then turned to see Aria glaring sullenly and pointedly at me.

“But I thought-” I began, only to be cut off.

“Get back here,” Aria said in a voice that was hard, but clearly edged with exhaustion. “Now.”

Well, far be it from me to argue with Lady Blaze, herself. I did my best to keep the faint smile from my lips, I had the feeling that might get me kicked out of bed on principle, and slid back towards Aria, burrowing under the covers and sheets.

Aria had already ensconced herself into a comfortable position, and I quickly found my way next to her. I laid my head beside hers and this time I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face as I stared into her beautiful eyes.

“Closer,” Aria said, her voice adorably sleepy.

Normally I’m not one to take orders but it’s kind of hard to argue with a lady in her own bed. Especially when she’s telling you to do something you already want to do.

I inched closer until our bodies were curled up together, her slender, athletic legs weaving around mine, and I let my hands traces the contours of her incredibly gorgeous body.

Here and now, in the quiet, I had time to appreciate the work of art that was Aria Blaze. Her slim, muscular form was soft and hard in all the right places, and on a whim I leaned forward, closing the small distance between our faces and pressed my lips to that perfect Cupid’s bow.

She kissed me back, gently, and curled her fingers around my neck and through my hair, and I happily realised how right I had been: Aria’s lips were incredibly fun to kiss.

I was exhausted, comfortable, satisfied, and warm, with a beautiful woman in my arms and the smell of us in the air. This was, I think, as close to a perfect night as I could get, and I began to drift off to sleep immediately.

You know that moment between sleeping and waking, and vice versa, when you’re not quite sure if you’re dreaming or still awake? You hear words that aren’t said, see things that aren’t there, all because your brain is basically in ‘dream-mode’?

That’s where I was when I heard it, or thought I heard it anyway. Aria’s voice, low, almost inaudibly so, hissing out a single word.

“Mine.”