A peek into the past [tw/cw]

Maybe it was bold to assume that she would stay after this. But was it weird to hope? Because he felt like he wouldnt be ready to let her go once she was done being here. Her whisper made him sigh deeply, but it wasnt because he wasnt satisfied with her answer. She wouldnt even have had to answer, it only felt like it would make it sting more when she decided to leave him. Her kisses just felt so real, real affection and longing, though he couldnt say that it was just for him, it was fine that he was the mr-right-now that she needed.
He placed his hands loosely on her thighs, his thumbs caressing her while he adjusted himself a little. It felt crazy to know what they were about to do and he wasnt quite sure if either of them were thinking straight right in that moment. He let her pull his shirt off of him, laying back down on the bed as his broad muscles were out for show. His skin was inked with different kind of artpieces, all with some special meaning to him. He watched her as she touched them, lifting his hand from her thigh and placing it on her side, his thumb resting against her ribcage, “A closed rose would look good here...” he mumbled before his other hand moved up to the opposite side of her ribcage, “... and an open one here when you’ve had your first show,” he then said, letting go as she leaned down to kiss his chest. He closed his eyes and felt her lips wander, “In the nightstand,” he answered softly through clenched teeth, opening his eyes a little to look at her.
Her kisses started moving down and he pushed himself up on his elbows as his eyes looked at her with a soft expression for just a moment. He raised his eyebrows a little as she seemed to want his consent, nodding with a definite expression, of course he was consenting to something like this.
It felt freeing to be out of the damp pants that had sat rather tight around his legs and genereally just everything it had been wrapped around. He drew in a deep breath that made his breast muscles visibly tense, but it couldnt begin to describe the tension he felt inside. How his fingers itched to reach out to her and pull her close again. The kiss on his thigh would have made him jerk his legs if he hadnt been prepared. “Ticklish,” he just warned her, his mouth dropping open a little as her lips touched his bulge covered by fabric. “Fuck...” he mumbled a little frustrated, thinking that it was both going too fast and too slow. He wanted her now but he also wanted to take his time. “Come here,” he urged her, pulling her up next to him. “I like this more,” he told her, if she had followed him, he would move himself up over her, his broad body covering most of her. She was skinny if not malnourished, so he wouldnt place his weight on her at any time. He ran his hand down her body, cupping her breast gently in his hand. “I know that you probably wont believe me. But I think you’re beautiful,” he said in a low voice, running his hand under her bra to feel the soft texture she was hiding. His heart was definitely working hard to pump the blood around, he could almost hear his heartbeat himself. “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, rolling his hips gently towards her as his bugle pressed against her.

He wanted to be gentle with her, make sure she felt good and safe in his presence. He knew that he might have come off as a mean guy who just did whatever he wanted, but he really just was a big soft bear-like man who wanted to give out of his love. Her whimper made him smile a little, at least she seemed to trust him when he spoke. He couldnt have seen the reason in lying anyway. Hadnt he found her attractive, then he wouldnt even have been here above her.
But the need he felt in the moment was so immense. Like his whole body was just yearning with no end to it. He could rub himself against her to hear her soft mosns, but his whole being wanted more. Her question seemed to ground him as he became less focused on his own bodily needs and was reminded that she was what he liked to keep in focus. “Maybe,” he said as he touched her cheek, letting his hand rest for a moment before he started moving it down down her body to her underwear. “Will you leave me when this is over?” He asked in a rather soft tone to his rough voice. If she would say yes, he was sure he would pray it never ended. His hand stopped on her pubic bone as his thumb grazed her wet entrance outside her underwear.

It was definitely a game of maybe’s. No definitive answers to reveal either’s intentions nor desires. He didnt mind that, he could understand why she wouldnt just deny or confirm whether she’d stay or leave, becsusr he felt that she might feel torn - At least for the moment. His fingers gently caressing her soft tissued treasure made him feel soft tingles all over his body when he heard her vocal reaction and felt her body crumble under his touch. Ace knew the female body quite well and what could make it sing. He returned her kiss with tender eager, even if he wanted to keep it sensual and nice, his daemon side wsr getting impatient, it wanted action and it wanted it now.
He removed his hand and lifted it to his face, to then suck his own fingers to make them nice and wet. He should have told her now that she could make him stop anytime she wanted, but it just felt absurd to assume that she didnt want this when she was reacting this heavily. But he still took a moment to look at her and determine whether she wanted to continue.
“If you want me to use my mouth instead, just say so,” he said softly, running a dry finger down her slit one last time before sliding her underwear to the side and gently inserting his fingers. He started out with one, just because he knew that his fingers werent that slender.
He grunted as his finger gently ran up along her wall, feeling his mouth water just a little bit. “Fuck me, that’s tight,” he groaned, looking down at his hand before looking up at her.
He carefully inserted the second finger, feeling her walls a little tight around the second, but he was being slow and gentle, letting her adjust. His thumb began to tease her sensitive nub, hoping it would help her relax as he pressed his fingers deeper inside of her to find her spot.

Feeling her insides felt so good, he wondered if he would just implode the moment he got inside of her. The sounds she made, the timy vibrations that her body made that his daemon senses picked up were teasing both his body and mind. He had his predatory urges by default, a little middle finger from their creator above, but not giving into them felt so much better for him. To know that he could make her move like this all by touching her as gently as he did. Her moans were answered by soft involuntary groans, his underwear starting to feel as if it had shrunk a size or more. As he found her spot, his fingers began to pick up a pace, greeting her movements with his own in a controlled symfony.
He wanted to get her there, to that sweet blissful state of euphoria, and his fingers worked like they never had before. He had never been this invested in making someone else squirm and moan like she was right now. But feeling her walls squeeze his fingers and her moaning his actual name just made him shiver in delight. A faint hint of goosebumps on his arms showed how he had enjoyed it as well. He let her grab his hand and suck his fingers, biting his lip softly. “Now that’s fucking hot,” he mumbled under his breath, smiling at her whisper. “I will,” he assured her, leaning down to kiss her lips. He began to kiss down her neck, her breast and her stomach, looking up at her with his dark eyes. A soft ringtone coming from the livingroom made him groan in annoyance, continuing his kisses before it rang again. Whoever it was seemed impatient and it was just their bad luck to not assume that the daemon would have been busy. The third time let him know that it was urgent, he sighed in defeat as he leaned down to kiss her pubic bone softly. “I’m sorry,” he tried to apologize, but he just couldnt let the call go unanswered. He went and picked up the phone, frowning deeply to himself. “Wassup? This better be real fucking important,” he hissed, the roughness in his voice really coming to show when he was angry like this.
“Wha... say that again...” - “Uh-huh...” - “So George is dead?” - “....” - “What do you mean; Maybe not a suicide? How did you find him?” - “Well, it makes fucking sense that if he’s shot four fucking times in the chest, it most probably wasnt a suicide... Even if the fucking gun is in his hand... You stupid idiot,” Ace scolded in confusion, wondering why he really was called to listen to this shit. “Listen here. Find whoever fuckfaced bitch it was that owed the money, most fucking probably, you’ll find George’s shipment on him. It’s simple fucking thinking dumbfuck,” Ace snapped, rolling his eyes a little. He clenched his free hand a little, his mood had completely vaporated by the conversation that he was having. “Why are you still on the phone? Get your head out of your ass and do something useful for once!” He finished before hanging up, letting out a irritated groan as he massaged his temples. “Fucking idiot,” he mumbled with his eyes closed.

He hadnt realized she was even there, hearing how angry he had been until he turned his head and saw her in the doorframe. Shame struck him as she looked down when their eyes met, he frowned at himself and realized that she probably thought he would take this out on her. The anger he had felt quickly just turned to a sour taste and a bitter feeling, though he might just have looked furious because of the adrenaline that had come with his anger. Her promise and the way she moved so sheepishly made him sigh. If he spoke now, he knew it would come out as harsh, so he had to let her go. He went to the window and closed his eyes as he counted down from ten, over and over till his heart calmed down and he no longer felt the need to smash something. He went to the bathroom door, first knock was controlled, gentle because he didnt want to scare her, the two following a little more firm. “Margot. Please come out here,” he said, looking down for a moment. Did she hate him now? Should he just had ignored that stupid phone and continued with what they both had wanted?
The moment was ruined. He thought this was the part where she was true to her words and would leave him like she said she would. Or she might sleep with him just for the night and then leave him in the morning. Why did he despise that thought more than anything? If she opened the door, he would look up at her with a sad look in his eyes, fiddling a little with his fingers like he couldnt hide how nervous he felt. It was quite the funny look, a tall big man being visibly nervous. He probably just thought she would find that pathetic. “You dont have to stay with me, not if you’re scared of me now. I can sleep on the couch and let you have the bed. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. But if you stay, just long enough for me to help you establish yourself, I’ll help you,” he then said. He didnt want her to feel forced to stay, but he didnt want her to go out on the street with nothing to help her.

This was bad. Was there really no way for them to naturally recover? It made his heart hurt and he didnt understand why. Why did he feel this obsessed with her wellbeing, this stranger that had said it herself; She wouldnt be a good girlfriend. But even though he was certain that she would break his heart at some point, was it bad that he didnt mind that in the moment, just as long as she stayed? He nodded at her decision, his face not really showing how much that bothered him, because he wanted to be close to her, feel her body close to his with his arms safely wrapped around her. Her hand was raised but she changed her mind and that stung - To know that his darker side exposed, the angry one was enough to change her mind about him.
He let her pass and watched her go to the bedroom, a part of him just wanting to go after her and hug her close just to explain how he could never let his anger out on her the way she feared he would. That he would protect her and care for her with all his might. But he just stood by the doorframe, stuck with his thoughts of what he should and should’ve done, before he went to the livingroom. He grabbed a blanket and laid down on the couch, staring up at the white empty ceiling for the most of the night. “For fucks sake,” he muttered quietly at himself, running a hand through his dark thick hair.

Maybe he had looked silly being on that couch, where his shoulders were too broad to even fit. But he could have slept anywhere if he had wanted to, but he didnt. He wanted to just lie there and think about today and her. Even when she wasnt with him, she was occupying his mind. His hand rested in his hair, allowing him not to eventually slide down the side of the couch and then sleep on the floor. Not once did it tempt him to get up and go to her in the bedroom. That just seemed like forcing her into a situation she wouldnt like. He had to wait for her to come to him and let him back in. He frowned a little as he heard her footsteps, but he thought she might just needed to go to the toilet or something else. But she came into the livingroom and he felt her look at him.
Hearing her tell him to come back to bed made him feel a little confused, if not worried. Her hand felt fragile in his, but he was sure that would change if she decided to stay. “Are you sure?” He mumbled as she leaned down, his mouth opening slightly as she cupped his cheek. “I dont want you to feel lonely,” he whispered, his eyes shifting between hers before glancing down at her mouth. He couldnt pretend anymore, it just felt absurd. He leaned up as he greeted her lips with his in a gentle yet tender motion, this time not as eager and lustful, but more loving. He didnt know how vulernable he felt before the kiss ended, leaving him wanting for more. He got up from the couch and swallowed hard, keeping her hand in his as they went to the bedroom together.
“I want to make you feel comfortable,” he said truthfully, standing at the side of the bed, either letting her crawl in first or follow whatever she wanted him to do.

Being back in the bedroom once again, felt different. It hadnt been that long since they laid on the bed and did things only lovers did. It should have made him delighted to think back but he felt differently about it. Not a bad feeling but it wasnt good either. He had loved hearing her moan and feel her insides, but it had been so brief compared to the potential that had been. He sat down as she guided him, wrapping his arms around her as she sat down. Her question made him raise his brows, wondering why she’d even ask and not just taking what she wanted. But as she went on to explain in whispers, he understood. She didnt just want to take, she wanted to be given. To feel loved and wanted and needed. He lifted a hand from around her and cupped her face. “You do matter to me,” he whispered back, running his finger over her cheekbone before leaning in gently, kissing her lips slow and tender. He pressed her closer, his strong hand holding her lower back. Did he make her feel loved? Loved enough to stay? Or would she be gone the moment the rain stopped? He moved them, placing her down on the bed with him above her. Before it had been with the intent to satisfy his needs. Now it was about letting her know his heart was open. “You’ve mattered since I left you at that motel. I wasnt dumb enough to sit by the phone, but I hoped as if I did,” he then said with a heavy heart. Why was he admitting this?

His opening up could have gone two ways, either she’d make fun of him for being such a sentimental wuss, or she would say something as well. To his luck and pride, it was the latter that came. Her confession made him smile a little in the dark, because he hadnt thought that she would have ever called. At least not with the intent of having this happen. Them lying up close in bed and just giving into what closeness their hearts were yearning for. “I was ready to be bummed out when it was someone else who had called,” he said with a crooked smile, pressing her a little closer to him. His hand on her cheek wandered up into her now short hair, caressing her scalp in gentle motions.
They just both laid there in silence, feeling the closeness and the warmth from being with a person. Ace was still processing the fact that this was happening. From a sudden phonecall to a rollercoaster of events. In reality, to most, what had happened would’ve probably been shrugged off as luck or coinsidence, but Ace didnt believe in either.
Her question made him sigh as he looked for the right words to say. First of all, he had to remember what establish actually meant, because it was just something he had heard another guy say at some point. “Well, I’ll help you sort out your paperwork and get that permit to perform,” he then said in a serious tone.  She didnt want to be in debt to him, so he would help her find a way to earn her own money. He thought of that saying with giving the fisherman a fish or giving him a fishing rod. He wanted to give her the materials to build her own rod, so to speak. “But... it does mean that you’ll have to place your address somewhere. Which could be here; But it doesnt mean you have to live here if you dont want to,” he explained, placing some of her short hair behind her ear. “I think we should look more into it after a good night’s sleep,” he said as he moved down next to her. Unsure of whether she still wanted him close, he held her hand.

He hadnt realized he had fallen asleep before he woke to still have her in his arms. It felt good and at least he hadnt had to worry that it had all just been a dream and the sour smack of reality had hit him. She was real and she was here with him. As much as he wanted to lie around and keep her close, he realized that he had no food that she could eat. He would have to go and get groceries so she wouldnt wake up and have to go hungry for a couple of hours because they had to go buy her food. He didnt like the thought of only feeding her with burgers from the diner, it wouldnt make her healthy and strong if she decided to go out on the street again.
He snuck out of bed and took a moment to look at her as he gathered a simple outfit; A couple of darkgrey sweats with a black tanktop. It was his usual at home attire because he eventually would go work out and he didnt want to keep changing clothes. She looked beautiful and it took a lot of self restraint to not lean down and kiss her face. But he wanted to figure out where they stood before he would intrude like that on her.

He got home a little over an hour after he left, holding a few filled bags in his arms. He placed them in the kitchen before he started unpacking them. A lot of vegetables and lean meat. He had intensely googled most of what would be good for her to eat, so he had bought a lot of vegetables and lean meat. He had bought juices and a few fruits, but he wouldnt go over the top in case he got something she really hated. He placed it in the fridge and frowned a little as he hadnt ever in his life seen his fridge filled with anything but vials with souls. He still thought she slept, so he just stood there for a bit in the kitchen. It felt nice to go to a store and actually buy what everyone else bought. He thought he easily could get used to it.

He was glad to see her keep at her promise, he sat on the couch as she was doing her thing with the guitar. He had to resolve the shit from yesterday so he excused himself a few times at first to make a few calls. But eventually he remained on the couch and watched her as she seemed to be absorbed into her own little bubble of creativity. He had respect for people who could express themselves verbally like that but he knew he couldnt write a lyrical sentence, even if it meant his life.
Her question made him hum as he thought about it. He got up from the couch and sat down behind her, letting her keep the guitar as he pushed her back up against his chest. He placed his hands on the guitar and made a few strums before he adjusted his hands on the right notes. Then he started playing but it was clearly something he hadnt played in a while. He hummed along because he knew he wouldnt be able to sing for shit. Maybe he had lied a little when he had said that he hadnt used it, but it just hadnt been interesting to hold onto.