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Title: Burn, part 2
Pairing(s): Aria/Ezra
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1, definitely after 1.10 and possibly as far as 1.15.
Warning: Inappropriate teacher/student relations, Road Hazards, sex/things relating to sex, language, plotlessness, the fact that I'm writing this at 4AM... Oh, and it's horribly OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or any of its characters. They are the property of ABC Family, Disney, the chick who wrote the PLL books, etc., and this fanfic is merely an effort to entertain my perverted and overactive imagination. No infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This is a response to a Prompt posted at the PLL Kink Meme for “Ezra/Aria Car Sex.”
This didn't just happen.
It had been building for a while. She'd grown increasingly irritable with her friends, and, as a passing comment from Ella revealed, with her family as well. Her mind began to wander more, the rapt attention she lavished upon him in class replaced by glazed, wanton eyes and crossed legs that he couldn't help but notice would clench tighter whenever he neared her desk. Even her writing assignments adopted subtle yet decidedly sexual undertones. Perhaps most hilarious of all was the fact that Aria appeared to be oblivious to these changes in her demeanor.
In retrospect, he probably should have said something sooner.
Today had brought things to a new level. As she sat at her desk, bottom lip white where it was clenched between her teeth, pencil eraser absentmindedly tracing lightly along the side of her neck, her hips began rocking, almost imperceptibly, in her seat, thigh muscles squeezing impossibly tighter in an unconscious attempt at increasing friction. Alarmed, Ezra shocked her out of her trance by dropping the book he'd been reading aloud from onto his desk with a very loud slam.
He rationalizes what he's doing to her now by telling himself that this is necessary to keep Aria's hormone-fueled libido from outing their relationship; that if her... problem draws too much attention from her peers, other things may begin to get noticed. For example, that the feel of her heated gaze on his body causes him to develop a little respectably-sized problem of his own.
What Ezra's mind pointedly ignores, however, is why he had to pick her up from dinner with her friends rather than letting her come to his apartment like usual. Why, once she was in his car and they'd pulled away from the curb, he refused to let her keep her legs crossed again, instead gently yanking her left knee out from beneath her right and keeping her legs spread by tracing circles lightly with his fingertips, enjoying how she shivered whenever he teasingly brushed along her inner thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. And, most crucially, why, when his fingers ventured further up her thigh and happened upon a telltale stickiness, he decided to address the issue right then and there.
He could have left her some semblance of dignity and ignored it. He could have waited until they reached his apartment, before bringing it up. At the very least, he could have pulled over. But he didn't. Instead, he swiped at the wetness with his middle finger, and, to Aria's astonishment, stuck said finger in his mouth and nonchalantly licked her arousal off in a manner not unlike one would the orange salt that coats cheese puffs.
“Christ, Aria,” Ezra calmly observed after removing his finger from his mouth and returning it to her thigh. “I mean, it's been obvious for a while now that you're horny, but it's really this bad?” Ezra punctuated his query by grazing the backs of his fingers along Aria's sopping panties, causing her to whimper and jerk in her seat. “Why not get yourself off?”
For a moment there was silence in the car. In his peripheral vision, Ezra saw the typically brazen Aria blushing a very fetching shade of red, eyes downcast as she tried to hide behind her hair. Finally she spoke.
“I tried,” Her voice was low, almost at a whisper. “I've been trying. But when I- when I climax, it's like - there's no relief. It just-” She paused, her lust-addled mind unable to locate the word by which to name her frustration.
“Builds,” Ezra supplied, tearing his eyes from the road (having finally gotten a red light) to spare her the first real glance since the journey had begun. “Until you're so hot for it that the evidence spills down your thighs.” Aria nodded, eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I get that that's a problem,” As he spoke, Ezra pushed the soaked crotch of her panties aside, and began running his fingertips up and down her between slick folds as she moaned. “But you can't keep writhing against your desk in class. We can deal with this.”
The light turned green. As Ezra switched his foot from the brake to the gas, he slipped his middle finger inside Aria, thumb briefly pressing down on her clit. Aria shrieked, her body flailing as she tried to both escape and arch into his hand.
This isn't really him. Ezra isn't pushy like this, he doesn't usually get off on sexual acts in public, but there's this little part of him that's just as thrilled about someone seeing them as the rest of him is terrified. And once he'd started, and she began making those noises; breathy little moans of pleasure appreciation egging him on, causing him to add a second finger and drive his hand harder, faster, deeper, there was no way in Hell he was going to stop until she'd finished.
It wasn't long until the sensations and circumstances overwhelmed her and she arched in her seat, thighs tense, abdomen taught. It was here that Ezra realized the folly of his plan: if he was to keep the car from crashing, he couldn't watch her come, not really, not to the extent he wished.
As she came down from her high, and she regained her bearings, Aria swiftly deduced the reason behind Ezra's silent pouting. Rolling her eyes Aria grasped his wrist and guided his hand away from her. She leaned forward and opened the glove compartment, withdrawing the travel pack of tissues she knew was there from the previous time she'd gotten soaked (albeit in a different manner), teased one out and began to wipe away the arousal slicking his hand.
“Not bad,” she remarked conversationally, eyes on her task. “For a start.”
TBC...
Author's note: Ok, so that ending was incredibly cliched, I know, but I promise there will be more.
Pairing(s): Aria/Ezra
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1, definitely after 1.10 and possibly as far as 1.15.
Warning: Inappropriate teacher/student relations, Road Hazards, sex/things relating to sex, language, plotlessness, the fact that I'm writing this at 4AM... Oh, and it's horribly OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or any of its characters. They are the property of ABC Family, Disney, the chick who wrote the PLL books, etc., and this fanfic is merely an effort to entertain my perverted and overactive imagination. No infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This is a response to a Prompt posted at the PLL Kink Meme for “Ezra/Aria Car Sex.”
This didn't just happen.
It had been building for a while. She'd grown increasingly irritable with her friends, and, as a passing comment from Ella revealed, with her family as well. Her mind began to wander more, the rapt attention she lavished upon him in class replaced by glazed, wanton eyes and crossed legs that he couldn't help but notice would clench tighter whenever he neared her desk. Even her writing assignments adopted subtle yet decidedly sexual undertones. Perhaps most hilarious of all was the fact that Aria appeared to be oblivious to these changes in her demeanor.
In retrospect, he probably should have said something sooner.
Today had brought things to a new level. As she sat at her desk, bottom lip white where it was clenched between her teeth, pencil eraser absentmindedly tracing lightly along the side of her neck, her hips began rocking, almost imperceptibly, in her seat, thigh muscles squeezing impossibly tighter in an unconscious attempt at increasing friction. Alarmed, Ezra shocked her out of her trance by dropping the book he'd been reading aloud from onto his desk with a very loud slam.
He rationalizes what he's doing to her now by telling himself that this is necessary to keep Aria's hormone-fueled libido from outing their relationship; that if her... problem draws too much attention from her peers, other things may begin to get noticed. For example, that the feel of her heated gaze on his body causes him to develop a little respectably-sized problem of his own.
What Ezra's mind pointedly ignores, however, is why he had to pick her up from dinner with her friends rather than letting her come to his apartment like usual. Why, once she was in his car and they'd pulled away from the curb, he refused to let her keep her legs crossed again, instead gently yanking her left knee out from beneath her right and keeping her legs spread by tracing circles lightly with his fingertips, enjoying how she shivered whenever he teasingly brushed along her inner thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. And, most crucially, why, when his fingers ventured further up her thigh and happened upon a telltale stickiness, he decided to address the issue right then and there.
He could have left her some semblance of dignity and ignored it. He could have waited until they reached his apartment, before bringing it up. At the very least, he could have pulled over. But he didn't. Instead, he swiped at the wetness with his middle finger, and, to Aria's astonishment, stuck said finger in his mouth and nonchalantly licked her arousal off in a manner not unlike one would the orange salt that coats cheese puffs.
“Christ, Aria,” Ezra calmly observed after removing his finger from his mouth and returning it to her thigh. “I mean, it's been obvious for a while now that you're horny, but it's really this bad?” Ezra punctuated his query by grazing the backs of his fingers along Aria's sopping panties, causing her to whimper and jerk in her seat. “Why not get yourself off?”
For a moment there was silence in the car. In his peripheral vision, Ezra saw the typically brazen Aria blushing a very fetching shade of red, eyes downcast as she tried to hide behind her hair. Finally she spoke.
“I tried,” Her voice was low, almost at a whisper. “I've been trying. But when I- when I climax, it's like - there's no relief. It just-” She paused, her lust-addled mind unable to locate the word by which to name her frustration.
“Builds,” Ezra supplied, tearing his eyes from the road (having finally gotten a red light) to spare her the first real glance since the journey had begun. “Until you're so hot for it that the evidence spills down your thighs.” Aria nodded, eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I get that that's a problem,” As he spoke, Ezra pushed the soaked crotch of her panties aside, and began running his fingertips up and down her between slick folds as she moaned. “But you can't keep writhing against your desk in class. We can deal with this.”
The light turned green. As Ezra switched his foot from the brake to the gas, he slipped his middle finger inside Aria, thumb briefly pressing down on her clit. Aria shrieked, her body flailing as she tried to both escape and arch into his hand.
This isn't really him. Ezra isn't pushy like this, he doesn't usually get off on sexual acts in public, but there's this little part of him that's just as thrilled about someone seeing them as the rest of him is terrified. And once he'd started, and she began making those noises; breathy little moans of pleasure appreciation egging him on, causing him to add a second finger and drive his hand harder, faster, deeper, there was no way in Hell he was going to stop until she'd finished.
It wasn't long until the sensations and circumstances overwhelmed her and she arched in her seat, thighs tense, abdomen taught. It was here that Ezra realized the folly of his plan: if he was to keep the car from crashing, he couldn't watch her come, not really, not to the extent he wished.
As she came down from her high, and she regained her bearings, Aria swiftly deduced the reason behind Ezra's silent pouting. Rolling her eyes Aria grasped his wrist and guided his hand away from her. She leaned forward and opened the glove compartment, withdrawing the travel pack of tissues she knew was there from the previous time she'd gotten soaked (albeit in a different manner), teased one out and began to wipe away the arousal slicking his hand.
“Not bad,” she remarked conversationally, eyes on her task. “For a start.”
TBC...
Author's note: Ok, so that ending was incredibly cliched, I know, but I promise there will be more.