and here she goes AGAIN` alex

[aria levesque.]

she's BEAUTIFUL

t h a t . g i r l . h e . t a l k s . a b o u t .

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Eyes closed, skin on skin. Aria's breathing was soft and gentle as she fingers ran slowly up and down Alex's chest. On occasion, she would crane her neck to place several kisses along the line of his jaw. Every so often, her fingers would trace up into his golden brown locks and twist gently, then she'd let her nails softly scratch his scalp before her hand trailed lazily back down his cheek, shoulders, chest and right above his waistline. She felt so serene in this moment. Like time was standing still. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Aria opened her eyes and shifted slightly to look up at her lover, scanning his features. He was truly handsome. Those baby blue eyes, that perfect hair. Perfect completion. She couldn't help but want to run her fingers all over him. Every part that she could reach, she wanted to touch. It was irresistible. He was irresistible, and she was lucky enough to be taken apart in him. As these thoughts, her fingers ran over his skin again, from his naval up to his ears, then she leaned into kiss his cheek softly, before turning his head gently, so her lips could come to meet his.

Relationships had never been a priority for Aria. They had always taken the backseat to everything else in her life. Not that she didn't want one, mind you. It was just she was too scared of getting her heart broken to even bother with relationships. Through all her Hogwarts years, she had never really took her time for them. Sure she took time to lay in bed with a few boys, but the rest of the time, she spent he time hitting the books and avoiding heart break. She had thought herself too smart to get heartbroken. But now? After having met Alexander, she felt that her feelings about relationships may have changed. Despite the fact that they didn't have a relationship, she was quite convinced that she was falling in love with him. She craved his touch, the feeling of his naked skin on hers. His eyes were so alluring and his touches so sweet and sensual. Every time he called, she came running to him. There was no denying the fact that she needed him. It was almost obsessive in a way.. but she couldn't help it. If you fucked him too.. hell, there was no turning back.

Though the didn't have a proper relationship, they remained close for a long time. Skipping class to make love in the dorms, spending long hours by the lake, just enjoying each other company and even going out on dates every so often. She couldn't deny she was loving every minute of it. She knew she had fallen hard for him, and that fact had caused her heart to want more than she was getting. More than just a fling. She was trusting him enough now to give her heart to him and only him and she wanted the same in return. However, she was scared that if she tried to convince him to give it to her, he'd push her back. What if he wasn't ready? Or if he didn't want the same thing? If this was all he wanted? She was after all, a stripper... this was what she did. She threw off her clothes for men for money. But for Alex? She'd never make him pay..

Currently, the setting and the atmosphere was damn near perfect in Aria's eyes. The walls were colored in a deep crimson color, with a soft, plush, off-white carpet that covered the floor. The only light that came from a large fire-place on the far-wall, where a fire was set ablaze and in the middle of a room, sat a king-sized bed with silk sheets. Overall, the room had a very romantic atmosphere to it, no doubt very fitting to the current situation Aria and Alex were in.

Aria lay in the bed, her blond hair strewn about, framing her pale face. Her naked body pressed tightly against Alex's as his arm was wrapped around her. To keep her warm, the top sheet was draped lazily over the two of them. Her hands continued to run through his hair through Alex's golden brown hair and she pulled her upper body up atop of his and crashed her lips against his. Occasionally, she pulled away only to trail kisses down his neck, stopping to nibble in several places before trailing back up to his lips. After a few moments, she pulled back and looked down at him, her crystal blue eyes melting into his and a small smile playing on her lips. Gently, she brushed away his hand and kissed his forehead before she let her fingers trail over his features.[/color][/font]

[alexander dolohov]

yeah she is.

He wished she would stop touching him

The more her hands wandered over his body, the harder things were getting for him, both literally and metaphorically. He knew that no matter what she did with her eyes, her hair, her mouth, and her hands, he was going to have to tell her exactly what was on her mind, and what exactly he had heard through the grape vine. However, once he got out what he needed to tell her, her eyes, her hair, her mouth, and her hands were free to do what they wanted, as long as he didn’t have to focus too hard on her face. The sheet was draped over them lightly and he could feel it sticking to the light layer of sweat still covering his body; or perhaps it was coming from her. Alexander couldn’t tell anymore; actually, he didn’t care anymore. He could hardly get himself to focus on the little details when the big picture was so obviously a catastrophe.

Already, the young male had a small glass of brandy clutched in his left hand and a lit cigarette in his right. Aria, his reoccurring lay, continued to kiss his neck and gaze down at him, and he managed to offer her a soft but forced smile. The light from the room magnified her features and he couldn’t help but to admit that she was, in fact, beautiful even if her job title didn’t permit her the pleasure. Strippers and whores weren’t usually known to be beautiful women. They were trashy and easy, not to mention cheap and easy to come across. However, Alexander wasn’t currently paying for Aria. She had refused long ago, and he predicted it was because once feelings were developed, money seemed pointless. That much hadn’t been a surprise to him, although it wasn’t any less unfortunate. In a way, he had grown to care for Aria as well, though he knew it wasn’t as deep and certainly not as strong. Not when he was wishing so hard for her hair to turn brunette and her eyes to change blue.

“Drink?” He asked her softly when she had pulled away from his lips momentarily, letting his fingers trace over the soft skin of her back. His problem with her had always been knowing what to say. Alexander had long since lost his ability to speak freely with a woman; or more like he left it in France, at his father’s wedding, and some cheap hotel room. Clearing his throat, Alexander sighed and threw back his glass again, quickly shoving his cigarette back into his mouth before he was asked to say anything more.

[aria levesque.]

she's BEAUTIFUL

t h a t . g i r l . h e . t a l k s . a b o u t .

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If she hadn't been so lost in him, she might have been able to pick up the tension. The fact that her touches were unwanted. In this moment, she simply could see that they were lying in bed and they were enjoying the moment. All seemed right to her. All in the world seemed right. She was falling in love with him with every breath she took. With every night she spent with him, she wanted more. He was like a drug that she craved. That she was hooked on, and she was blinded by that. She should have been able to see the masquerade that he was putting on. That it wasn't her he wanted to be with. Whom he wanted in his bed. He didn't love her. To him, she was simply still a whore who was an easy lay. But she couldn't see that. She was blinded by love. Blinded by how gorgeous and perfect he was. By how lucky she felt that he kept coming back to her.

Her eyes watched as he drank back the drink, and shivered slightly at the feeling of his fingers on her back. She nodded gently, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. "Sure." she murmured sleepily afterwards, a small smile playing on her lips. Reaching out, she took a glass and filled it up, then took a long sip, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned down her throat. Again, she turned her attention back towards her lover and she kissed his cheek gently before taking the cigarette from his mouth with her index and middle finger of her right hand and took a long drag. For a few moments, she let the black smoke consume her lungs, before turning her head and releasing it out into the air and placing the cigarette back in Alex's mouth. She felt positively blissful in this state of mind. Partially drunk and high off of life and partial adrenaline from the wonder session she had just shared with him.

However, her mood was slightly brought down when she looked into his eyes and for the first time, realized there was something missing. Or something gone... perhaps he needed to tell her something. Was he hiding? Frowning slightly, she took the cigarette once more and took a long drag before putting it out in the ashtray next to the bed. Once she let the smoke leave her system, she placed a hand on his cheek, and spoke softly. "Are you alright darling?" Her words were kind and heartfelt, as she was truly concerned. "Is there something on your mind? You see a bit... tense." At her last few words, she let her hands trail down his body and along his shoulders, massaging them gently. Feeling tense was the last thing she wanted for him. [/color][/font]