I'm begging you [cw]

She pulled an offended expression as he said that he thought he was better at handling himself in public, but then she chuckled and shrugged, "Maybe. I dont really like hiding what I feel," she said with a smile, looking at him. She felt his kiss and then his whisper sent sweet shivers down her spine as she gasped softly at how strongly her body reacted to that low tone voice and then those sweet french words. She blushed and looked down to hide it, smiling sweetly from ear to ear. "You're unbelievable," she chuckled, rubbing her cheeks a little with her free hand. She didnt even have to look at him to know that he was proud of what he had done.
The redness had subsided as they got to the store, now it was just a slight tint of pink from the cold outside. And maybe the fact that she kept replaying his words over and over in her mind, completely out of her control too. As he had to let go, she did too, walking beside him as they entered the greens aisle. She looked around for a bit and picked out some of the essentials for a side salad, grabbing a melon too for the sweetness. His mumble made her look up at him as she smiled. She let him have the lead as it seemed to be him who knew what to get, at least if they were going by some recipe. When they had gotten the last few items, she leaned a little closer to him and touched his arm gently. "Should we have some desert as well?" she asked sweetly, biting her lower lip in a smile as she looked at him.

He liked holding her close, but already carrying her bag as well made it hard to do everything at once. However as long as she stayed by his side he felt contempt. Gathering more ingredients she looked at him, and he stopped in one of the aisles, one with not many people in it. He looked at her, smiling at how cute she looked right now. Her cheeks pink from the weather, and perhaps his comment as well, which just made it that more appealing to him.
"I thought you'd be my desert?" he replied, moving closer to her, leaning over her as he just watched her. He loved her, and the fact that he had gotten this chance was mind blowing. "But if you aren't contempt with only me, I guess we could buy some ice cream?" he said, a teasing smile on his lips before he leaned down to steal a kiss. "Though I'd rather be licking you than some other frozen treat," he mumbled against her lips. What was with him today? He felt crazy with the need he had for her. Leaning away he sighed, looking around, and thankfully nobody was watching what they were doing.
"Grab some sweets if you want," he said with a smile, touching her cheek gently, it was clear he wanted to do more, but he was also awfully aware of where they were.

His reply made her widen her eyes a little as her cheeks started to warm up, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips as it had been kind of what she was hinting towards, but she felt like she couldnt just have said it out like he just did. What if someone heard them? And why did she suddenly care? He came closer and his words made her shake her head, grabbing a soft hold of his shirt. "I am," she whispered a little desperate, not wanting him to think that she wasnt. She kissed him back and his mumble made her swallow hard as she looked up at him with longing eyes. her hand clutching weakly at his shirt, her cheeks rather red at this point. "I already have what I want," she whispered, feeling a little flustered by her own emotions. "Gerard.." she mumbled a little discreet and desperate, pulling a little at his shirt as she didnt know how to tackle the need she felt inside of her. She wasnt really used to the whole notion of flirting this heavily in a public place like the store? Was she just supposed to wait till they got home?

Her mumble might've sounded normal to others, but he could hear how she wanted him now. He smiled as he looked at her, touching her cheek as she pulled at his shirt. "Behave," he whispered sweetly, leaning down to kiss her once more, sweetly as he tried to comfort her a bit. "I'll give you everything when we get home," he cooed her softly before he knew he had to pull away.
"Let's go to the check out, ma chérie," he said, taking her hand off of his shirt, even if he had to pry it carefully. He knew what she wanted, but he couldn't give it to her in such a public place. If she listened, he would guide her slightly, feeling the intoxication of her himself, but he seemed in control. However he knew himself better than that, and as soon as they were alone he would throw himself at her. They somehow managed to get through the cashier without too much trouble, and he packed the groceries neatly before they headed outside. "Theresa don't give me that look," he chuckled, seeing how disappointed she looked that he had stopped when he had.

"Why? Well because even if I try my mind won't stop thinking about you," he confessed with a small sigh, taking her hand and holding it while they walked. "I don't know if it's something other couples do, but do you not like being reminded of how much I want you?" he asked, frowning as he wondered if he had made her feel out of place. Or maybe made her unhappy in his rash decision?
He stopped walking looking at her with a serious expression. "Theresa, all of this is new for me too, but if I do something you don't like, you need to tell me," he said in a very serious voice, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "Besides, who cares what other people do; This is our relationship, it doesn't have to look like anything other than what we want," he said, his face lightening up in a warm smile. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead gently. "Love doesn't come with a manual, but as long as we make each other happy, then nothing else matters," he reminded her.

As she explained it he nodded, smiling softly at her, still holding her hand. "I think I have a solution," he said, following her as she pulled at him. It was rather cute, but he followed her gladly. Reaching his apartment complex he unlocked the door letting her in and go up the stairs. Handing her the key, he smiled, picking up the bag of groceries as he followed her up.
Getting in to the apartment he handed her her bag before going out in to the kitchen where he placed the groceries in the fridge. Looking at a neatly written post it note he chuckled, seeing that Eliza had taken Xalvador out for some sort of date, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow it seemed. He chuckled a bit as he showed it to Tessa, reaching out to grab her by her hip, pulling her closer as he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Looks like we'll have the place to ourselves," he whispered, moving his kisses down her cheek and to her neck, nibbling carefully at her skin. "Was this what you wanted, ma chérie?" he whispered against her neck. His other hand let go of the post it, moving down her body caressing her like it was the first time. Only he knew every part of her, he knew just how wonderful she was. "I've missed you," he confessed, although it wasn't that big of a secret.

He smiled against her neck, pulling slightly at her clothes as he felt almost impatient to get her out of the sweater, feeling the need to have her skin against his fingers. "Hmm, how about you feel for yourself," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her lips tenderly. If she did in fact move her hands down, she would feel how his jeans were awfully tight around his lower region.
"I've of course not only missed your body - But let us be honest it has been all I've been able to think about since your shower," he hummed, smiling as he looked in to her eyes."And inside the store, I thought I might lose myself," he confessed in a low chuckle. His hands moved down, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, moving backwards so he was leaning against the kitchen counter. He looked at her, his lips separated as his breath felt a little hasty. Was be being too impatient? No, he thought he might be going too slow.
"I want to have all of you," he said, feeling a little overwhelmed with emotions, but in a good way.

He groaned softly as she replied, making him return the kiss a bit more eagerly. By Verity he had missed her, so much that she in fact had no idea how he had survived the last weeks without her. She really was all he wanted, all he needed. She stepped away from him, and he bit his lower lip as he watched her undress slowly. Did she know what she was doing to him? However the sly smile gave it away, oh she definitely knew what she was doing. As her hair unfolded, laying over her shoulders and shaping her face, he stepped forward, his jaw tensing up as she moved back and away from him. So it was going to be like that?
He kept following her until he had her backed up against the wall, the doorway to the hallway next to them. He placed a hand against the wall, looking down on her with hungry eyes, nodding as she asked if he liked what he saw. In fact he was rather speechless. "Yes please," he said, his accent strong as he tried keeping his English prominent for her. Even if she liked when he spoke French, he still wanted her to understand. Licking his lower lip, his free hand moved up to the string of the tank top, pulling at it slightly, just until he got a peek at her breast. Groaning softly he smiled, seeing her here made him feel too aroused to handle. "Do you want me to beg?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling as he leaned down and kissed the top part of her breast, humming against her skin. She was so lovely, so soft and worst of all she knew it. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom, not once taking his lips off of her breast.
Placing her on the edge of the bed he moved down to his knees, spreading her legs for him as his hands moved up her thighs, grabbing at her skin. "I'm sorry, ma chérie," he whispered, biting her nipple slightly, but it wasn't what he apologized for. "But tonight I cannot stop until you have forgotten your name in lust," he whispered, his thumbs moving up to the area just behind her butt that he knew she loved when he put pressure to. "I won't stop until we are both ruined by our own undoing."

Feeling how she pushed him closer, how her back arched for him pressed every single button for him, making him moan softly against the delicate tissue. Her assurance made him chuckle, nibbling at the curve of her breast as his hands made sure to touch her all the right places. It felt good to touch her, and now knowing what she liked, he felt that it might be easier for both of them. Sticking his tongue out, he ran it over her already stiffened nipple before kissing along that small strip of saliva. However as she mentioned the sad feeling of never getting to be with him again he sighed against her breast, pulling away to look at her. This didn't mean that his hands would stop, but they seemed more tender than eager. "Look at me, ma chérie, feel me touching you ... I cannot take away that fear or pain, but know that I'll use every power in me to make it right," he said, his own eyes softer as he looked at her.
His hand moved along the hemline of her underwear, pulling at it slightly, feeling so eager and yet her words made him want to just take a second to look at her and reassure her. "I intend to keep my promise to you, I intend to honor you and make you feel the love I have for you," he said, leaning his head down to tend to her inner thighs, kissing her up towards her groin. "I cannot erase my mistakes; But let me try and drown them out with good memories," he pleaded, kissing her along the hemline he had been playing with. His breath was staggering a bit, heavy and warm against her skin as he felt intoxicated by her scent alone.
"I didn't grow up with the temple or the beliefs that a seraph should have, but in you I can see divinity ... In you I see my future, and nothing is going to keep me from pursuing that with you," he whispered, tugging a bit at her hemline to kiss along her sensitive spot.

He nodded as she seemed to mumble what he had described her as. She was something out of this world, and he was just lucky to have the chance to be this close to her. However as she started whimpering and begging him, he couldn't help but smile. His teeth hooking on to her panties, pulling them off of her with ease. "Alright; But you have to take my clothes off," he said, leaning back to drop her panties on the floor between them.
Moving closer to her he let her pull off his shirt over his head, exposing his torso. He pushed up, letting their lips meet briefly before standing in front of her. Unbuckling his belt he did teasingly slow, letting her feel the anguish that he felt when she was undressing in the kitchen. Unzipping his pants he pushed them down, pulling each pant leg off, before tossing the fabric across the floor. "Look in the top drawer of the nightstand," he smiled, taking his socks and underwear off before joining her on the bed. In the drawer she would find a bottle of lube, one that he had brought before their break-up along with some condoms. "I didn't know if you wanted to start using some protection," he said, kissing her along her back if she had turned over on her stomach to open the drawer. "We didn't really have the talk as last time we weren't really prepared," he chuckled. His hand moving down along her curve, grabbing her ass cheek slowly before giving it a soft smack.
"It isn't the gift I bought for you, this is more something for the both of us," he explained, grabbing at her skin as he felt a bit overwhelmed by looking at her right now. His member was ready to go, precum already leaking as he thought about feeling her insides once more. "It doubles as lubricant for massages," he chuckled, his hips moving slightly closer to her. It was hard for him to hide his need for her now that they were both alone and naked.

Her eyes widened a little as he seemed to pull her panties off in such a swift manner, watching him with awe in her eyes as he spoke. She nodded eagerly and wasted no time undressing him, pulling at his shirt to get it right off him. She kissed him back and followed by leaning a little forward as he moved away. She quickly realized how he was returning the gesture she had made before in the kitchen, swallowing hard as she watched him. "Do you want me to beg?" she asked in a teasing manner, repeating his words from before.
She moved up the bed at his instruction, turning onto her stomach as she reached for the nightstand. She pulled out the lube and looked at it, reading the label as she was curious to figure out what it was. At the mention of protection, she reached down and pulled out the condoms, looking at them as she listened to him as he explained. The smack on her butt made her groan, but she liked it too. She looked at him and smiled softly at his explanation, humming as she nodded a few times. She put the condoms away and held onto the lube as she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her breast. "Is that an invitation?" she chuckled with a smile, pressing her butt closer to him. "I dont want to use protection. I want to feel you, fully," she whispered, smiling softly as she looked back at him.

"More than you already are?" he retaliated with a small chuckle. She was practically begging already, wasn't she? Kissing her across her back he smiled at her almost innocent question, but he hummed in agreement - he would never say no to getting touched by her in any way, shape or form. She pressed her butt closer to him, and he groaned softly as he felt her run it along his member, squeezing her breast tenderly, as his face buried itself in the nape of her neck, suckling on her skin as he pressed her closer. Her whisper made him chuckle, but it was clear he liked hearing it. He had loved feeling how she felt without any protection, it felt like he was closer to her in a way he couldn't quite explain.
He shuddered in delight, breathing heavy against her neck as he separated her butt cheeks slightly, letting his member slide between and slightly rubbing against her sensitive entrance. "The image of your eager behavior last time is something that I haven't been able to get out of my head," he hummed against her skin, moving his kisses up along her neck and to her ear. "How you wanted to be filled to the brim," he whispered, his breath shuddering as the friction was better than anything he had felt for weeks. "How you ruined your linen," he almost growled with need for her. It was like a turning point for them right now, they were about to be reunited and it felt like bliss.
"Now, ma bonne fille, all I need to know is ... How do you want me?" he whispered, biting at her earlobe as he kept teasing both of them.

"Of course I do, how you whimper and your cheeks flush; How your whole body tenses around me, but I keep pushing in," he whispered seductively, moaning softly against her head. He took notice of her words, moving his hand from her chest up to open the lube as she held it. Helping her squeeze something out, the clear liquid felt cold, but he would warm it up in no time. Moving his hand down, he smeared some around her entrance, groaning softly as his fingers couldn't help but tease her further, however he was also dying from the need he had for her. The rest of the lube in his hand he rubbed against his shaft and a good amount on his tip, groaning softly at how sensitive he already felt. He then grabbed on to her butt cheek, spreading her apart as he pushed closer to her. He just had to feel her right now, not caring about what position, because they could always change it.
Gritting his teeth, he slipped his tip inside, groaning softly at how tight she was. "Ma chérie ... Tu te sens si irréel," he whispered in French, moaning softly as he took his time teasing both of them, simply letting her get used to him once again. He looked at her, his eyes dilated as he listened to her and her body. Only when she was ready he would push in further to her, groaning softly at how tight she was, mumbling sweet nonsense in his native tongue.

He let her hide away for now, knowing that every feeling at once could be overwhelming, because he felt that right now. However as she turned her head, signaling that she was ready for more he moaned softly as he pressed in to her until he could reach no further - at least not in this position. However it was nice just to get used to the feeling of her being so tight, humming against her skin as he kissed her cheek and jaw. "Je t'aime, ma Theresa," he whispered longingly against her neck, feeling how his member was throbbing inside of her. She felt heavenly, no, more than that: She felt divine. She moaned his name, making him open his eyes to look at how she looked right now, her jaw tensing because of how he filled her out, her cheeks flushed and the way her breath seemed to synch with his own hasty one. A smile appeared on his lips, pulling slightly out of her only to push in once more, groaning in delight. "Tu es ma bonne fille," he moaned in delight, attacking her neck with kisses as he slowly started to thrust in to her.
Surely he was taking it slower than he wanted, but he was not looking to hurt her. He wanted her warmed up, be prepared to feel what she had been missing. "You like it, when I call you good girl, non?" he managed to say in English, but it was clear it was hard for him to find his words. She had overtaken his entire mind, his body pleasing them both slowly as they got used to the feeling of being connected like this. "Tell me, ma chérie, how does it feel to be my good girl?" he whispered longingly, pressing in to her a little more firmly now, but still moving slow.

He smiled a bit proudly as she said it felt amazing, because it was all he truly wanted her to feel. Feeling the way she pushed against him made him moan in to her ear with delight, his hand grabbing a bit harder at her butt cheek, even if it might leave a mark. Then she moaned the sweetest words, that she felt complete, and he pushed in to her, gritting his teeth as he wasn't satisfied with how far he reached.
Without saying much he pulled out of her carefully, but it wouldn't be too long before he turned her around. As she laid on her back he grabbed her, pulling her up in his lap. His eyes focused as he inserted himself again, but it was clear that as soon as he felt her surround him once more, it felt like he could feel himself once more. "You are still so tight," he moaned in delight, leaning down to kiss her chest as he found a rhythm of thrusts that they both seemed to enjoy. "I feel it too ... Parachever," he groaned softly, hoping she could understand him regardless of the French. He just couldn't find his thoughts in English, his vocabulary sparce, and he had to substitute it with words he knew so well. His hands moved down, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading her apart to push further in to her, moaning vulnerably as he rested his forehead against her collarbone while thrusting in to her.