Shut Up and Drive (Me Faster to Your Heart)

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen melted at the feeling of his hair being played with, content with the attention, and just felt at peace in a way that he hasn't felt since he was a little boy on his nana's lap. He held her closer and listened to her. He pressed his face against her neck and kissed her right over her pulse point. He hummed in thought at her question, cheek resting on her shoulder.

"...One of my aunties used to say that love can be a right mess of emotions and thoughts in just a short time. I don't-I don't believe in love lasting until death. I've been burnt too many times by the stories of my family. But I do believe that it can happen. That the right person can be considered a true love..." He kissed her neck a few more times, leaving a trail from right below her ear and to the beginnings of her shoulder. He slid his hand under her shirt and rested it against her ribs, enough to be indecent and teasing, but not enough to be handsy and crass.

"I... think I understand what my auntie was talking about. I definitely know what my nana was talking about." He whispered before kissing right behind her ear. "You are a tempest of beauty and strength. A thunderstorm in the making. I can' wait ta see where you take me, Morgan Faye."

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan's breath caught in her throat. Every touch of his lips was electric, forcing out the captured air in tiny, breathy moans. Everything he said, about love, true love, it resonated with her. It resonated in her soul. His hands, under her shirt, just barely underneath, skating on the edge of decency, felt all at once wonderful and agonizing. The warmth of his hand made her tremble slightly with anticipation, and yet she wanted more.

This was so unlike her, she had the briefest moment to think. She waited before getting this close to anyone. This was something she reserved for committed relationships, courtships that had an air of seriousness to them. This was a night and a day, less than twenty-four hours, and was she already willing to give herself to him?

He said her name. His voice, saying her name, whispered in her ear after the most tender kiss, answered all her questions and banished any doubt. She rolled over in his lap, making sure to leave his hands where they were, hoping it encouraged him to go further.

No. Too subtle. Her lips met his in a hungry, yearning kiss, and her hands made their way under his shirt. "Ardeen Medraut..." she breathed between desperate, longing kisses. "You've taken my life and in less than a day flipped it upside down."

Her hands weren't idle under his shirt. The shirt was in the way. She wanted what was underneath. She wanted him. "I'm not usually this kind of girl." More kisses. More barely restrained desire. "I wait. I don't do this kind of thing on the first date."

His lips were not enough. They were the primary focus, but her hunger couldn't be constrained to them. She kissed all over his face. "I want this. I want you. I want you to make love to me."

Shirt was off now, tossed aside. It was forgotten already. One hand traced the tattooed muscles the shirt had been hiding, the other slid around the back of his head and entangled itself in his curls. "It doesn't feel like we met last night. It feels like I've known you my entire life. Like I found the other half of my soul."

She couldn't stop herself. The kisses trailed from his face down his neck and shoulder, then back up again. "You've already won my heart. So take me, hammer boy. I want you."

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen went to move his hands away when she moved but bit his lip and smiled up at her in amusement when she trapped his hands. He felt his heart stutter and stop when she kissed him and slipped her hands under his shirt, making his own slide down her pants to hold her waist in a tighter hold. He knew he was blushing like crazy with the attention she was giving him, the barely restrained and desired filled kisses that traveled down, the fact that he had to let go of her when she ripped his shirt off, and the fact that he let out a choked moan when he felt his hair unintentionally get pulled.

His arm wrapped around his waist, and he flipped them both. He laid her down on the blanket and kneeled between her legs, him hovering over her and started to give her the same treatment and attention that she gave him. "Whatever you want, Morgan Faye, I will give it to you. All you have to do is ask." He breathed out, hand holding her thigh, pulling her closer while he pushed her shirt up to kiss her stomach.

"I will do anything for you, Azaela. Even making love with you days before I normally do." He smiled at her and kissed her. "Let me show you how much you make my world spin, my wonderful little hurricane." He breathed out, seconds before he made true on his word.

--FADE TO BLACK--