Pyrokenisis

When they arrived at the apartment he got out, said goodbye and told her to go home. Then began to walk towards the elevator. Charle, being Charle, Got out of the limo and followed him, a few moments behind him. When she got to the elevator, she pressed the button and waited. When the doors opened she found his jacket balled up in the corner of the elevator. She laughed as she picked it up and pressed his floor. When the doors to the elevator opened she wasn’t surprised to see a line of clothing leading to D’s door way. She gathered it all in her arms and saw that his door was closed. She shook her head and tried the doorknob; seeing that it was unlocked she opened the door silently and slipped inside. Once she shut the door silently she looked down and was surprised to find that his boxers were laying in the middle of the hallway. She sighed and picked them up, adding it to her pile of clothing. She wasn’t sure where to put them so she left them in the corner of the hallway and peeked into the bathroom. D was standing there, looking quite dizzy, in the shower cleaning himself up. She was concerned when she saw that the water that was dripping off of his body had a pink-ish tinge to it. She waited for him to finish then passed him a towel. He took the towel and wrapped it around his slender hips, still not realizing that someone had just passed it to him. When he finally turned around he seemed shocked to see her there.

“I thought I closed the door.” He said a puzzled look on his face and Charle gave him a roguish smile and chuckled. He looked at her with a sort of daze that only came from loosing a lot of blood.

“It was D, You have to learn to lock the door.” She said leaving the doorway of the bathroom and giving him a hug, despite the fact that he was soaked. He winced slightly as she did so and frowned.

“There’s a lock on that thing…?” He said thoughtfully, more to himself then for her sake. She grinned at him and nodded.

“Yes, D There is.” She chuckled then reached past him and picked up the first aid kit. “Look, let me bandage you up.” She said with a smile, wishing that she had something else to change into.

“I can think of a better thing to do then cleaning my wounds…” He trailed off suggestively, putting a hand on the wall behind her and another on her hip, pinning her against the wall. She was about to make a retort when he kissed her long and hard, making her body ache for him. She threaded her hands through his soft wet hair. He picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

He laid her on the center of the bed, his wet hair drying quickly he continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. He kissed down her throat and Charle let out a soft moan of pleasure, arching toward him. He pulled off her dress, bra quickly following. A hand caressed her breast while he sucked on her other breasts nipple. Teasing it with a swirling tongue and gentle biting. Charle ran her nails gently down his back, making him shiver as she hooked her fingers around his towel and pulled it off of him. He smiled and trailed kisses up her neck and along her jaw, before coming to an end on her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth again, he let his tongue explore her mouth before pulling back to tug off her underwear. She trailed a hand down his chest, his well muscled abdomen and followed the path to his member. She wrapped her hand around it, and caressed it gently as D moaned above her.

“D… Maybe we shouldn’t do this, your wounds…” Charle said softly as she nipped at his collarbone, she was quite aware that both of them were much too far to stop now, but it had to be said.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t be doing this with my injuries.” D grinned and licked the shell of her ear. “But lately, I’ve made a habit of doing things that I shouldn’t.” He finished and caressed her breasts, kissing the hallow of her throat.

D kissed her deeply as he slowly entered Charle. There was a slight discomfort as D first entered her, but as soon as he began to move pleasure replaced the discomfort and she found a rhythm to match him. He began to speed up his thrusts upon her encouraging and soon both of them had reached their peak. Charle arched her back and dug her nails into his back as she cried out his name, a few moments later D followed suit. He collapsed beside her, and pulled her to him. She lay a hand on the center of his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.

“D?” Charle said softly into the darkness, and threaded her hands through his warm soft hair.

“Hmn?”

“I love you.” She felt D’s body stiffen slightly under her, but he relaxed and smiled, running a hand through her hair. He looked like he was about to fall asleep and Charle contributed that to him not answering. She was about to fall asleep when a sharp knock on the door woke both of them. She watched D get up and pull on his boxers. She in turn curled up in the warm spot left by his body on the bed and yawned.