A/N: The song is Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
I pulled away. "What are you up to?" I asked, starting to feel suspicious. "Up to?" he asked. "There is no way you're falling for the thief who stole from you." he looked confused. "How do you figure?" he asked. I really didn't have an answer. "It just doesn't make sense. You should hate me." I said. "I hate what you did, but I don't hate you. Besides, you redeemed yourself today...you made more for charity than I did." That much was true. "(Y/N), if you don't wanna do something, that's fine...but don't accuse me of being up to something. I'm not like that." He seemed genuine and I trusted him. "You know I never said I didn't wanna do anything."I said, running a hand down his thigh. He tensed hard and goosebumps rose up on his skin. "But...if you wanna do something, you'll have to show me." he chuckled. "And kissing you like that wasn't showing you, how?" He had a point. "Oh please. I've been kissed like that before." he seemed a bit irritated by that comment. "You'll have to do better than that." he looked at me. "Well, I like a good challenge." he said, leaning in. Our lips met and he kissed me deeply. I ran my fingers through his hair and he pulled me closer. I let him plant a variety of kisses on my neck as he eased me onto my back. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. His eyes and mouth were quickly drawn to my exposed chest, and I squirmed in delight as he passed his mouth over me. He grabbed my pants and yanked them down, unable to wait any longer. I was fine with that as I twisted in anticipation. He rubbed himself against me, cursing under his breath. "Ready?" he asked, his voice rasping with desire. I nodded and he slowly pressed himself into me, his tensed arms shaking a bit as he did. I pawed at him a bit, moving my hips forward. God, he felt incredible. He teased me a bit, but quickly realized he wasn't able to maintain his act. He slid himself in deeper and bucked his hips slowly, muttering my name. I kept my nails firmly planted in his skin and wouldn't let him move. He grew more motivated and determined, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. I arched my back sharply and found myself hanging onto him and anything else that I could grip. He grew dominant and aggressive, taunting me with his sexy, rasping voice. I squealed his name and begged him to keep going. "I can't for much longer." he breathed. It occurred to me at that moment that neither one of us had used any kind of protection. I kicked myself for that one. I eased up on him so that he could pull away as quickly as he needed to. He worked tirelessly to starve off his release and give me mine, and his efforts paid off. As soon as I hit my climax, he pulled out and away, finishing hard. "You walk the line..." I breathed. "Little known fact." he replied, catching his breath. I stared at him for awhile, dazed. "What?" he asked, already knowing what. "You." I replied. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you have a crush on me." I blushed. "What if I do?" I asked. "Well...then I'd reciprocate it. At minimum." I giggled, and covered my face again. "Does that mean you want...a date?" I asked. "As many as you're willing to give me, dear." he replied.
