allmydreams | In which she feels the need for a little personal TLC.

Felicity pushed away from the computer before making her way to the front of the house. True, this was her parent's house, but Chief and Mrs. Braddock had just left town for a week in Bermuda, so she had the giant estate all to herself. Which made it ideal for clandestine trysts with presumably sexy boys from the internet. She'd seen pictures -- Grace had snatched one on her camera phone and Felicity had to say -- she liked what she saw.

Making her way back to her bedroom, she started to let her hand reach for the back of her skirt, dragging down the zipper and kicking it to the floor at the foot of the stairs. Next was followed by her heels, left on intervals on the stairs and then a trail of clothing leading right back to her bedroom. If the boy was any kind of smart, he could follow her lead.

Her panties hit the floor at the doorway to her bedroom, before she slid back slowly on her bed. As she leaned back into the pillows, she let her hands run over her body, and pretty soon she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care if he actually showed or not. If he didn't take the bait -- his loss, not hers.

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Aaron had no delay in leaving to find Felicity's place. He enjoyed talking to her and thought she might actually give him a run for his money...which if so? He'd let her run him out again and again. It was rare finding a girl without one catch or another.

He parked his bike in the driveway and hopped off, leaving his helmet to hang on it. He whistled softly as he looked around at the place. It was damn nicer than anywhere he'd ever lived. Not that he hadn't been in plenty of bedrooms of such homes.

He tried the knob on the door and smiled when it opened. He shut it behind himself and locked it, not wanting any other visitors. He licked his lips slightly when he saw her trail of clothes. He followed and stopped before her door, taking a moment to pick up the panties and continue in. He stood in the doorway and caught sight of her. Yeah. She was hot. Hotter than her sister.

Aaron's brow raised and a smirk crossed his lips. "How we doin'?" He asked gently.

Her eyes rolled over to look at him, before closing them again and her back arching slightly. "Getting there," she said huskily, before a soft moan slipped past her lips.

"I'll wait." He flung the underwear at her, then leaned against the door frame, biting his lip.

"Can you?" she teased, licking her lips slightly as her hips rolled.

His hand came up to scratch over his chest lightly - wearing jeans and a black tank top, still slightly sweaty from the ride over. "I think so," he said, his voice thick as he kept a close watch on her.

At that point, she proceeded to tune him out entirely, only focusing on her own needs. It was about ten minutes later before she let out a soft cry and her body melted into a relaxed puddle on the bed, a content smile crossing her face.

His hand was gripped tightly to the doorjamb, making his muscle flex up. "Fuck," he murmured under his breath as she finished.

She grinned a bit at that, before rolling over onto her stomach and actually taking a real look at him. And she had to say she did approve. He looked like he was more muscle than anything else, and those shoulders would probably be fanstastic to hold on to. She let her eyes drink him in openly for a moment before actually speaking.

"Good, huh?"

He started to move towards her, keeping his eyes on hers. He was having a hard time thinking too straight right then. In fact he'd come real close to helping himself while he waited, but he held strong.

He stopped at the bed and leaned over her, a fist resting on the mattress. "Gonna give me a hand?" He whispered.

"Mmmmm -- sure. Gotta get out of all those clothes, though," she said with a smirk, her fingers closing on the fabric of his shirt, before shifting slowly so that she was on her back again, pulling him on top of her.

He was more than happy to move over her. His knees straddled her waist as he leaned up to get the shirt over his head. He stayed on his knees moments longer, pressing his hips down against hers.

She bit her lip slightly at the contact, before snaking her arm around his neck to pull him in closer, sliding her fingers into his hair before yanking him in for a heated kiss.

He went where directed and kissed her back, his hand gliding down her side.

She moaned slightly into the kiss, her fingers trailing down over his chest to the fly of his jeans.

His teeth pulled over her lip as he lifted his hips to get his jeans down. He didn't need any foreplay, he was set to go. And frankly, in the moment, he wasn't too concerned with exploring her body just yet. He just wanted her.

She whimpered slightly into the kiss before shoving the material off his hips, using her feet to get them down to the floor and off him, before continuing to let her hands run over his skin.

He smirked and pulled from the kiss so he could focus on pulling her knees up as he dropped closer. He just watched her face, the smirk still on his.

She arched an eyebrow slightly as she settled into the position he was putting her into. "What?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Just like watchin' a girl's face."

"Uh-huh," she murmured, before tilting her head to the side to brush a kiss to his jawline. "Well, there's nothing to see yet."

He took that as his cue and moved in closer, not really taking it gentle or slow.

She didn't really care in that respect -- sometimes rougher was better.

He sucked and bit at her neck and shoulder as they went, and his hands grabbed at whatever they could.

Her body just pushed back against his, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer.

In which she feels the need for a little personal TLC.

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