Get Free || Brenden & Ariella
Get Free || Brenden & Ariella
Get Free || Brenden & Ariella
Get Free || Brenden & Ariella
Ariella wasn’t used to the feeling of another mans hands traversing her body in such a gentle fashion, and she most certainly wasn’t used to liking the feeling of something like that. Especially considering whose hands they were… She couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh against his lips while those hands tugged at her dress. Both her hands here still against him, one at the side of his face while the other rest to the opposite side of his neck. There’d always been so much anger between them, so much pain an suffering, and here it was coming down to a gentle embrace. What better way to make up for years of abuse than a kiss that made her tingle.
A bright smile rest across her lips when he pulled back, leaning their foreheads together, her fingertips now idly playing with the stubble on his jaw, tracing up and down along the length of the bone, around to his chin and back. Before she really had a chance to say anything, his face was buried in her neck, tender kisses creating a path along her skin; this made her shiver and whimper lightly, the hand rested to his neck gripping gently. Always such a weak spot for her; the neck, and here he was paying close attention to it. Did he really need an answer? She wouldn’t still be in his arms if it wasn’t what she wanted - if HE wasn’t who she wanted.
It wasn’t to feel something, and it wasn’t because it was because she felt alone or abandoned. Ariella wasn’t like that. She tilted her head to the side, enjoying the soft bites. It was because it was Brenden, and she liked him more than she cared to admit. Despite the abuse, despite the anger before, he’d opened up to her in a way she’d never expected, and she liked who she found underneath the pain and rage. He was such a different person, his gentle gazes, soft smiles and loving touches. That’s what she wanted. He was what she wanted.
The hands that tugged at her hips were pushed away as she moved from his body, standing up and looking down at him. The smile she wore faded to something of a pout while her arms dropped from his torso, tracing his chest on their departure. Both her hands moved to smooth her dress before gripping the bottom and tugging it up over her head, dropping it aside. “I’m sure.” and she was, very sure. Taking a few steps closer she leaned against his legs lightly, waiting for him to either stand or tug her back down.
Brenden didn’t know what to think anymore, the situation wasn’t one he found himself usually in. He didn’t usually find himself in a situation where he was about to have sex with his boss’ ex-lover. Where they went from this situation was beyond him, maybe she’d settle down somewhere, and when he could he’d come visit and make sure she’s okay, or maybe she’d give up and return to the strip, he couldn’t read her mind, all he knew is that she wanted this to happen, just as much as he wanted it to. The hatred that was between this two up to this point had vanished, it was a chance to start afresh, he’d saved her and she’d helped him by being an outlet for emotion.
As the pads of her fingers trailed across his features, a chill was sent down his spine, a chill of ecstasy rather than anything else, by now this was clear it was more than just your average one night stand he was so used to, this was definitely more. Her whimpering and shivering only encourage his lips dedication to the area, pecking and gently biting against the tender region. His warm breath trailing it’s way down her nape, hands resting on her hips as his lips gave her neck some attention.
He raised a brow as his hands were pushed away, maybe it wasn’t what she wanted, did he do something wrong? Did she think he was forcing her on him? All of that was only infused when her smile turned into a pout, she’d pulled herself away and she didn’t look best pleased with his actions, he’d managed to fuck it up somehow, good job, Brenden. He watched her curiously, somewhat confused by her actions when she pulled away, but even more mind-blown when she pulled off her dress, absolute mindfuck. He grinned lightly at her tease, that’s exactly what it was, taking a moment to glance over Ariella he smirked, grabbing her by the hands and tugging her back down onto him.
His lips trailed themselves from a gentle peck against her lips, down her jaw, trailing across her neck and down across her shoulder bone, nipping and nibbling at her naked body, hands taking a moment to admire every curve and every little detail, he’d never really had the chance to be so hands on with her, she’d never been so accepting. He took a moment to take his lips off Ari and pull off his t-shirt, his bare chest scarred and beaten, rugged and built. He pushed her down onto the couch, towering above her as he locked his lips with hers. Finally he’d have his chance to be with her, be passionate and loving with the only woman he’d ever opened up to.
Get Free || Brenden & Ariella
It was strange, new. But it was welcomed, it wasn’t a kiss she was supposed to enjoy, hell Brenden was a person she was supposed to fight back with tooth and nail, run, kick, scream and bite: not in the good way, of course. But Brenden had proven himself to be so much more than what she’d ever thought he was. She’d never actually hated him, even through the beatings and abuse, she just feared him. But now that the fear was gone, now that she didn’t shiver and cower every time he moved… She actually liked being close to him. The weight of his hand across her in such a soft fashion almost seemed to brush away all the times it had found it’s place there so roughly.
And then he broke the kiss, pulling back to apologize. She blinked, staring at him completely confused. Hearing Brenden apologize, truly apologize, that was rare. She couldn’t help but smile. The hand on his neck moving to his chin to keep him from looking away. She leaned against the hand on her cheek, nuzzling it softly like a kitten would. She’d not say anything just yet, let the boy get out his feelings and emotions, he seemed to bottle them up more often than not so maybe he just needed a second to vent. Maybe he thought he was forcing her into it. Either way, he was adorable. Yes, Brenden Fischer: Adorable…
“It’s okay.” she whispered, resting her forehead on his, keeping the soft sweet smile on her lips. Sure it was all a little confusing, but on the upside it was more confusing than Nicole wanting to kill her and Ben abandoning her; so he’d really done a good job at distracting her from all that bullshit. On the downside, she didn’t know for sure if this was all because he cared, or some game. She figured the former, considering his life was on the line…
Ari let out a soft chuckle, it was obvious the gears in his brain were just spinning out of control. “Lo—” her words were cut off by his, and then another kiss. This time she didn’t ease herself into it, both her arms moved to wrap up around his shoulder as she twisted her body to face him, sitting more comfortably in his lap. She wrapped her arms tighter, one hand moved to up into his hair while the other lay over his shoulder, pulling herself closer, resting against him while keeping her lips from breaking away from his.
Brenden wasn’t exactly certain about what was going on, or what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to complain, not anymore, favour was a fortunate asset he had on his side, he deserved it after getting shot, that was the idea anyway. His fingers traced across her skin gently as their kiss became more and more passionate, drawing their attention away from what could possibly go wrong, what had gone wrong and what will go wrong. It was all down to what was going on now, and that’s all that mattered to the pair of them.
He set his hands loose from their restrained positions he’d left them in, and let them explore each and every curve of Ariella, pulling and tugging at fabric. Perhaps he’d got carried, away with it, but he wasn’t being violent, not like he would have been usually against her. His touch was gentle, caring, loving, not the usual pain and gain he went for with her. He really took care in what he was doing with Ariella, he’d caused her enough pain already, he’d caused her enough trouble, he had his chance to repair what problems he’d caused between them.
He withdrew his lips from hers as he rested his forehead on hers, eyes inspecting her momentarily in silence. He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the mood, but he wanted more, she wanted more. “Are you sure this is what you want, Ari?” He raised a brow curiously, hands gently grazing their way over her until they reached her hips, pulling her tightly against him. He knew she didn’t have anything to lose, neither did he, quite frankly. They’d managed to escape the grasp of the strip and their bosses and they were free, to do whatever the fuck they wanted.
He teased as he waited for an answer, lips softly nipping and kissing at the tender, soft skin on her neck, fingers tracing across her clothed back in response, waiting anxiously; eagerly. Whether he knew it or not this felt right, this is what he was looking for, he wouldn’t own up to it, because it wasn’t him, he was meant to be a cold-hearted psychopath who would beat slaves into an inch of their lives for his enjoyment, not some gentle giant who showed emotion and care for people, the only emotion he’d ever shown was anger and hatred, not this.
So this means my face stays intact? For now?
For now, Hunter. For now.
Because I’m actually rather endearing?
Or maybe because I’m fun to be around when you’re not the target of my jokes?
Or more likely because I’m a scrawny man that’s shit in a fight, and beating me to a pulp wouldn’t be that satisfying?
Something along those lines.
I never knew you were so protective of your heterosexuality.
Remind me why I haven’t beaten you into a bloody pulp yet.
Break me? Oh, Fischy. You really know how to talk dirty to a guy. But come on, we’re in public.
Save it for when we’re in more private venues, at least!
Don’t push it, Hunter. It’ll only hurt more.
You think I’m pretty?
What? No, just.. Don’t call me Fischy again or I’ll break you.
Do try and keep up, Fischy. I prefer your company when you do. Makes you much more hilarious.
…Did you honestly just call me Fischy? Because if I didn’t mishear you saying that, I’ll have to break that pretty little face of yours.
