The Runaway

Her reply made him chuckle, shrugging lightly but keeping his eyes on her. "Alright then ... Together?" he then suggested. Perhaps just shedding the last pieces at the same time would make it feel more like they were in this together. Ethan stripped off his shorts and underwear in an easy move, very fluid in fact, letting the fabric just fall the rest of the way before stepping out of it. He held out his hand to her, pulling her close once she had gotten undressed and guided both of them to the shower. The water running from above made him sigh, feeling the dirt and sweat getting washed away and down the drain.
He turned his head, looking down on her as a faint chuckle escaped his lips, running his fingers down her curves, making sure to caress as much of her skin as he was able to from how they were standing so close in this rather small shower. "C'mon ... Give me a smile," he said, seeing that she was a bit stuck in her thoughts. His fingers moved in soothing circles, exploring as they did best, but this was so much different. It was like every small stroke had a meaning behind it, a yearning to be what she needed and to be, not perfect, but at least loving her with everything he got. "How are ya so soft?" he chuckled, looking down as his hand moved up, cupping her breast in his palm, giving it a soft yet teasing squeeze. He wanted to feel every bit of her, explore the unknown, but he was also very mindful of taking things at a pace they both felt comfortable in. "Vane, ya being shy wiv me ... What's going on in ya head right now?"

By the gods, she sounded perfect as well, and as she moaned at his gentle squeeze he felt his body react. He wanted to make her moan more, but he didn't want to just jump in and go at it. This was different from everything he had ever tried before. This was tender and at a slow pace where they both felt good. She explained why she was acting distant, making him sigh, not because he was annoyed, but because he understood. He still thought that any moment he would wake up whimpering to himself as this had all been some elaborate dream his mind had concocted. He returned the brief kiss, humming sweetly against her lips as she pulled away once more. "Ya won't ever be alone again," he said softly. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he wanted her to know that this was real, that this was more than he had ever dreamed of. "But I gotta know ... Is dream-me ... Ya know ... Bigger?" he asked, chuckling as he was clearly making a joke, but he was also curious as to how they both had perceived each other.
He moved slightly, letting the water hit her mostly as his hands once more felt like wandering around her body, but his one hand stayed at her breast. His thumb and index finger lightly pinching her already stiff nipple. He gave her a soft look before bowing down to kiss her chest, sucking lightly as if it was a sweet candy. Safe to say, he didn't want to hold back, he just wanted to explore her, make her feel good. "Fuck," he swore under his breath, feeling like this was almost too unreal and yet so good. He knew they should probably start soaping up, but he didn't really like to think that this was going to end. On the other hand he was not really prepared for a giant water bill because he couldn't seem to just snap out of it for a few seconds. "Ya just pull me in," he chuckled, leaning away from her chest and turned off the water.
Grabbing his two in one shampoo and body wash he started lathering her up a bit, pressing himself closer to her as he felt like he couldn't get any closer. His eyes glimmered slightly, perhaps from the fact that he felt like he was having a dirty dream, but he continued anyways. Once every part of her was soaped in, he felt his breath hasty, moving his hand down her stomach, his eyes locked with hers. "I don't wanna move too fast," he promised her, letting his fingers tease her pubic bone, then down her thighs and back up again. "I wanna be in the moment wiv ya, yeah," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

His boyish grin made a return as she asked if he had dreamt of her naked, because wasn't it obvious? He nodded, not really ashamed to admit it, because to him it was some of the best dreams he had had, even if it meant waking up with wet underwear. However no matter how much his dreams had tried, nothing compared to the real deal. She was soft, her skin almost vibrating at his touch and he wanted to feel every last part of her.
There was just something about how her body seemed to move with his touch, how she caved in and got closer to him. It made his stomach feel like it was tying a knot with pure excitement. He could feel her get impatient, and he was waiting for her to say what she wanted, but when he heard her sweet whisper he couldn't help but halter his movements. He looked at her, his eyes half lidded and pupils dilated slightly with the need he felt for her, but it was like he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around that sentence. His free hand moved behind her, turning on the water and letting it run down and removing the soap from both of them. This time he couldn't hold back any longer, her sweet plea echoing in his mind as he leaned down to kiss her lips, his hand moving up her thigh and to her treasure. Spreading her legs slightly was fairly easy, however he wanted to be mindful of her still being able to stand up. "I want ya too," he admitted in a sweet whisper, letting his palm rest against her pubic bone while his fingers moved carefully along her nether lips. He wasn't separating them, simply feeling her, putting light pressure to make her feel like he was there for her. His lips moved down her chin and to her neck, suckling lightly on her delicate skin, meanwhile his fingers slowly separated her folds. His index finger made a careful and slight swirl around her small bell, sighing to himself as he was clearly enjoying feeling this close to her. If he hadn't known better he could've probably cum just at the sensation it was to feel her like this.
"Tell me what ya like," he whispered. He wanted to know what could make her crumble, what could make her scream. His middle finger moved slightly, digging carefully at her entrance but never fully going in, just there to tease her. "I want ya to feel good ... I want to give ya all ya need," he whispered, the water from above hitting them softly as if they were in the rain. His thumb tracing her bell carefully, he touched her gently. Ethan wasn't in a hurry, but he did feel eager.

Perhaps he was only this confident because it felt surreal. He wasn't looking for this to be a one time thing; He genuinely loved her and no matter how much her father would try and pry him away, he would do everything to return to her. Her moan. Fuck. He felt so turned on, and she had done nothing but just be there. His stomach felt like it was in knots, pulling tighter as she wrapped her arms around him. He felt safe, felt like even though he was the one taking care of her, she was there for him also. He felt her leg shake a little, looking in to her eyes to make sure she could still hold her own weight, though he would never let her fall.
The mumble of a confession made him blush, blood rushing to his cheeks as he suddenly felt more nervous. If she had never let anyone do this, then this was her first experience, and he wanted to make it perfect. Feeling her up, his other hand moved to rest on her hip, holding her securely but not trying to keep her from moving. Rather he wanted to make sure that, in case her legs did give in, he would be ready to grab her. She trusted him, and it made his eyes turn more vulnerable. Not because he had any intentions of betraying that trust, but the fact that she had seen how he had been before her would always make him unsure. She leaned closer, kissing him and he didn't hesitate to return that kiss. "Maybe ... Maybe we should move to the bedroom," he suggested in a hushed whisper. He felt like he was slowly turning in to a raisin under the warm water, and he could feel how her legs were starting to shake a little.
Carefully he moved his hand from her parts, sighing to himself as he wanted to dig back in. Turning off the water before grabbing a towel for each of them. Quickly drying off his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist, reaching a hand to her to help her if she still needed support. However he didn't seem too happy with how she was walking as he quickly picked her up in his arms, opting to carry her to the bedroom. He laid her down on his bed, looking at her, seeing how her skin was still wet, her cheeks with a lovely rose color to them, making him smile. "Beautiful," he mumbled under his breath, leaning over her as he kissed her softly. For now he just kept the towel around his waist, even though it would soon enough slip off. He kissed her all over her face, chuckling a bit to himself as he looked her in the eyes, placing his forehead to hers. "Don't worry ... I'm not stopping," he said, lifting his hand up to their faces, popping a few of his fingers in his mouth and sucking them. Once he felt like it would be good enough, he felt his breath get more hasty, his wet fingers moving under her towel and to her soft treasure where he resumed what he had been doing in the shower. However this time he stopped for a second, pulling away for a bit as he inserted a finger carefully into her core, making him groan under his breath. She was tight, so much so that he was moving as slow as he could, his thumb continuing to tease her delicate bell.
"I really do luv ya," he whispered, looking at her as his finger slowly started to move in a come-hither motion inside of her. He moaned softly, leaning down to kiss her lips, carefully and tenderly, letting her know that this was more than he could've ever asked for. "Fuck Vane ya feel so good," he whispered, having an almost pained expression on his face as he was trying to focus on her. He was eager, wanting to feel her already. To connect with her and succumb to her entire being, but he just couldn't do that yet. His free hand opened her towel up, unwrapping her like she was his gift, gritting his teeth as he saw her again. This would never get old. His finger kept moving in soft strokes, warming her up and listening to her small whimpers to know where it felt good and where she wanted something different.

Oh her sweet expression as his finger slid inside of her, he felt his own eyes dilate just by looking at her like this. Not to mention the softest tones Ethan had ever heard, how she moaned and moved under him. His towel was removed, making him sigh with relief as he didn't feel constrained any more, but then he felt her fingers grab on to him, and he let out a vulnerable whimper, looking at her with more than just love in his eyes. Lust was clearly showing itself, but despite wanting to jump her already, he moaned softly as they seemed to pleasure each other with merely their hands.
Her beg made a small growling noise escape his lips, crawling up on the bed and removing her hands from his member. He felt like it was throbbing at this point, almost hurting to feel her. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her one last time, just making sure that everything he heard was in fact real. If she confirmed he would sigh softly, removing his fingers from her treasure as he adjusted himself over her. Licking his fingers clean he grabbed a hold of the linen beside her head. Hovering over her, he felt his heart race faster than anything, as if a hundred horses were having a full on derby inside of him.
Placing his tip at her entrance, he felt his shoulders tremble, looking at her with nothing but pure amazement as he slowly teased her entrance with himself. Moaning softly he carefully inserted himself, gritting his teeth and his jaw tensing from the feeling alone. "Vane, ya need relax," he pleaded. He could feel her tighten up from the excitement, and if he continued to press in it would hurt both of them. His breath was unsteady, looking at her as he leaned down, their skin gracing each other. "I wanna feel all of ya ... I feel ya cum on me and drive me mad like no-one can," he whispered, his hand not supporting his weight moving up to cup her face. This was far from anything he had tried before. It felt so personal, so tender and he was sure his heart could burst open.
If she started to relax more, he would slowly enter her. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse as he was clearly enjoying this. He was shaking a little as he finally hit her bottom, surprising even himself as he moaned against her lips. "Ya perfect ... My perfect Vane," he whispered sweetly, kissing her as he let her adjust to his size and how he felt. Besides that it felt rather overwhelming to him, but it also felt like a slice of heaven. It was sweeter than any drug he had ever taken, clouding his judgement more than any amount of alcohol. Once she felt ready, he would start to move his hips in careful thrusts at first, however picking up the pace as he was desperately searching for the spot that would make her beg for more.

Her question made him chuckle, albeit a little strained as being inside her just felt too overwhelming. He would usually use a condom, but it didn't feel like it was what they needed for this moment. They needed to feel each other fully, and while it might be a dangerous predicament, he couldn't seem to care as he started moving his hips to greet hers, grunting softly as he felt her walls hug him close. "Right here," he whispered in reply to her question, looking in to her eyes as he felt his lower lips tremble from the pure pleasure. It was strange. Normally he would have to speed up, make himself feel the friction, but even if he was just inside her, he could remain as hard as ever.
She hugged him closer, and he kept moving against her, pleading with the gods above to grant him the power to make her feel better than ever. When she seemed to pull away, he looked at her, and then she said something that felt like it was driving him mad. "You're mine," he groaned, pushing a little firmer in to her, and it seemed to work, making her squeal and he had an openmouthed smile on his face, breathing heavily as he aimed for that spot every time. He wanted to feel all of her, wanted to feel every part of her collide with his, and as she started to moan his name over and over again, it felt like she was cheering him on. He kept at it, sliding his member against the spot that made her sound so heavenly.
When she finally gave in, it took everything in him not to come with her, closing his eyes to focus as he felt like he was almost getting pushed out of her from how tight she became. It didn't mean he stopped his movement, just making them slower, making her feel that he hadn't given in yet. He might've just been a human, but his stamina was far above average. "Mhmm fuck," he whispered, looking down, but he couldn't really see much except for their skin gliding together. He pulled out, only to insert himself again, sliding with ease and making him moan. "Ya soaked ... Beautifully," he hummed, looking in to her eyes. Fuck this felt otherworldly.
Grabbing her leg, he pulled her more open, reaching deeper than ever before as he moaned in soft harmony to hers. "Are ya trynna make me cum already?" he asked in teasing, pushing in to her as he let out a vulnerable groan. Nothing had ever felt this great, and he had a feeling that it was because of her. Ethan looked at her, his green eyes searching her blue grey ones. His hips jolted, pushing himself in to her a little harder than before, seeing how she would react. Part of him wanted to be selfish, claim her even more, make everyone know what he had been able to do to her. However his mind seemed too preoccupied with what his member was doing as he looked at her, pushing in to her again. "Fuck, I need to see ya on top of me," he breathed out, grabbing a firmer hold of her thigh as he pushed in to her again, moaning in delight. "Do ya wanna ride me?" he whispered in a hum, leaning down to kiss her lips.

They shifted their position, and he moaned in reply as she proclaimed him hers. And it was true. In this moment and every moment forward, he was hers, there wasn't even a question about it. She placed herself above him, and it was as if he was seeing everything in slow motion, her every expression burnt in to his mind to be forever stored. The way she slowly made him moan as he felt how his member was throbbing at the sensation. He didn't want to stop yet, he wanted to feel her cum again, see her slowly get unraveled. "Anything ya demand," he whispered, his thumb getting to work quite instinctively, teasing her small nub as she started moving.
She was captivating, her curves dancing on top of him as his free hand grabbed at her hips. He didn't want to restrain her, not that he had the power to do it when her breast were bouncing and keeping his entire being occupied. She leaned down, and he wasted no time to greet her lips, moving his hips up to greet hers as she rode him. "Harder ... Make ya-self cum on me," he mumbled against her lips, needing to feel her give in. "Vanessa I need ya," he whispered vulnerably, his hand changing position, using his index and middle finger to tease her bell, feeling how soaked it actually was. He could feel himself being pressed to the edge, he wanted to cum, but on the other hand he didn't feel satisfied yet.

He could feel her ripples tease him, beckoning him to just give in, but he wanted to hold on to the very end. Her moan made him nod a little, but it was hard to spot when she was riding him this persistently. She tightened around him, and as she screamed he let out a small roar, feeling his chest vibrate with the sound as he pressed himself as deep into her as he could before giving in to his high.
His face pulled a vulnerable expression, before he felt his body collapse on the bed, looking up at her with hazy eyes. Never had he felt like this. He was panting for air, feeling his member still throbbing lazily inside of her. When she leaned down, his arms felt like jello as he wrapped them around her, kissing her neck here and there while breathing heavily. Her words made a small scoff escape his lips, kissing her neck once more. "I ... I don't think I've cum harder in ma life," he chuckled against her skin, letting her know that this wasn't usually what happened. This had been so tender, so real, and yet wild at the same time. His heart was still galloping away, but his fingers were slowly moving up and down her back.
"But perhaps it would be more real to call me former skirt chaser," he mumbled, looking at her eyes with a serious gaze. He loved her, he wanted to be with her, and yet he knew he had some baggage that might prove troublesome in the future. Not to mention the fact that Vanessa's father hated his guts. He chuckled at the thought. "How many times do ya think ya father could castrate me for this?" he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, breathing in her sweet pheromones.

He felt her not like the comment, but it had just been in a light tease. He could feel his member getting flaccid, lifting her off carefully, turning them around so he was over her. "I won't be with anyone but ya, Vane ... Even if I have to pretend otherwise," he promised her, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands moved up and down her side, not really caring about the sweat. "Even if I had to walk through the Abyssus and back, I would do it for ya," he spoke truthfully, leaning down to plant gentle kisses all over her face.
"Gods, I wish I had some daemon in me to get me going again right now," he chuckled, moving his kisses down to her neck, savouring her scent. He wanted her again already, but his body didn't seem to agree with him yet.

He nodded at her reassurance, feeling a little relieved. He knew he wouldn't be able to fake it with another girl, but he was afraid what Gareth was going to say. However lately he didn't really know what was going through the daemon's mind anyways. Laying back on the bed, he watched as she got up, groaning softly as he noticed how she seemed a little tender when she walked. In his mind he had already set a goal for himself to make her walk more uneasy after next time.
Her words about the sim card made him swallow, sitting up as he looked at her. Right now it seemed almost like bliss. Nobody knew where she was, but he also knew that it would only be a matter of time before Samuel would raid the place. "It's alright ... But maybe we should get ourself dressed a bit?" he suggested, not knowing if a hoard of daemons were waiting outside his door to bust through once Vanessa let her position known.
Moving to his feet, he went over to his mess of a closet, finding a set of clothes for himself, but also one for her. His clothes would be a bit baggy on her, but she liked that style anyways, so there wasn't really a problem with it. "Wait," he mumbled before she was about to put the sim card back in. He walked over, placing a hand on her cheek before pulling her in to a tender kiss, letting his lips linger against hers. "Alright, now I can face anything," he promised her, a boyish smirk on his lips as he started getting dressed.

Ethan sent her a reassuring smile, getting dressed as her phone sprung to life. However it wasn't the usual noise of her messages going off, rather it was his. Frowning he walked over to his phone, looking at the screen as he groaned. Was Gareth really going to pull this shit with him now?

[Messages between Ethan and Gareth]
[Ethan:] I got her home last night
[Ethan:] Ya brother made someone spice her drink, I've been detoxing her
[Ethan:] I know I shoulda called, sorry mate

He didn't really know how to feel about all of this. He was afraid that Gareth was going to know the instance that he laid eyes on him, but on the other hand he had seemed so preoccupied since everything with Ayalla had gone down.

[Messages between Ethan and Gareth]
[Ethan:] Ya fixed ya bull with Aya?

Just rubbing salt in the wound, hopefully diverting the conversation a bit.

Ethan sighed at the way the daemon seemed to type and type yet never sending anything. "He's pissed, but he'll forgive me," he said, however not if he found out what they had actually been doing.

[Messages between Ethan and Gareth]
[Ethan:] Ya can ask her easel, ya coming anyways, right?
[Ethan:] ...
[Ethan:] So ya didn't check up if Aya got home at all?

The human cared about Ayalla, frowning as it seemed like the daemon could care less. He sighed, scratching his neck as he felt like he should perhaps trying to write her, but maybe it would have the opposite effect. Either ways he typed a short message to the hybrid, asking if she was doing alright and where she was. However she only seemed to open the message, never reply to it, making him sigh shaking his head.
The daemon was there soon enough, Ethan opened a window before walking out to his friend. "G," he just greeted him rather casually. He walked out to the kitchen, realizing they still had nothing. "Imma order some food, what ya want?" he asked, trying to keep things as normal as he could, and safe to say there wasn't anything giving off a strange vibe.

[Messages between Ethan and Gareth]
[Gareth:] Dont be fucking stupid. She doesnt want to talk, but I know she got home safely.

Gareth just nodded at the greeting, turning his head as he looked for Vanessa. She had gone to the living room where she sat on the couch with a ziplocked hoodie over her to keep warm. She looked at Gareth before she frowned. "I'd rather see Samuel than you right now," she said in a sour tone, which didnt seem to affect Gareth at all, or at least he wasnt showing it. "I'm not hungry," he told Ethan before he looked at Vanessa again, crossing his arms. It felt agitating for her to have him stare at her like she was supposed to explain herself. "Why were you fucking my best friend behind my back?" she suddenly asked, thinking it was only fair that some light was shed on the reason she ran to begin with. Gareth frowned, looking away for a bit. "How was I supposed to tell you?" he asked calmly, which made her sigh as she looked away from him. Just looking at him was making her sick. "I'm so angry at both of you," she mumbled, lifting her hands to rub her temples. She looked back at him with angry eyes. "You ruined it between me and her. It wont ever be the same again," she then said, feeling her eyes water as she looked down but she wasnt going to sit here and cry, even if she wanted to. Even though she did start sobbing as she realized the meaning of her own words, and to her it was worth to cry over feeling that tear in a friendship she had treasured for so long. Gareth looked at her and for the rare occasion, he seemed to be showing emotion, remorseful that he had done this to Vanessa. But she wouldnt want him close, he knew that, so he just stood there and looked at her.

Ethan honestly didn't want to get involved in this argument, ordering some food and returning once he heard it go silent in the living room. He stood for a bit before walking over to sit down at one of his armchairs, looking a bit blankly from Vanessa to Gareth. "I don't think ya should throw ya friendship with Aya away because of this," he then finally said. Maybe his words would mean very little in the end, but he hoped that he at least made some sense. "I mean ... They're adults, right?" he added, shrugging lightly, but he didn't know if it was wise speaking too much.
Breathing out he shook his head, looking at his phone for a while. "I get that it's shitty going about it like that, aight, but do ya think ya would've approved if they had come to ya first and ask for permission or sumfing?" he asked, frowning as he looked at Vanessa. She was stubborn, but he liked that about her. She was passionate like that, and she needed her close friends. However the thought of Vanessa losing a friend because of something as stupid as this was just weird. Because that would imply that there would be no chance in redeeming himself if and when Gareth found out about him and Vanessa.