Catholic School Girls Rule

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Catholic School Girls Rule

[Birthday Smut for Reno. So yeah... uh... smut warning!!]

“Honey, I'm hooooommmme,” Reno called as he nudged open his apartment door with a silly grin. He was pretty certain he'd get a snicker out of Aerith for that one, 'marriage-isms' becoming quite a joke between them of late.

He heard no such sound, though, nor even a greeting in return.

“Snack Cake...” he said mischievously, peering in the direction of the navy couch, which appeared unoccupied from his angle.

He closed the door behind him and haphazardly tossed his keys on the kitchen counter, glancing around for any sign of the brunette. Now, that was odd. He was certain she'd be here waiting for him, as he'd seen her leave ShinRa about an hour before he'd gotten off work. She'd given him a wink on her way out, a cigarette already between her lips, eagerly awaiting being lit once she was out the door.

His teal blue eyes strayed to the liquor cabinet, seeing that the lock mechanism was perfectly intact and in place. Maybe she really wasn't here.

Sighing, he shrugged off his suit jacket and threw it over the back of nearby chair, along with his goggles, as he made his way to the cabinet, tweaking the lock with his fingers and yanking the thing open with ease, completely without the aid of a key. Aerith had refused to relinquish her claim on it, so he'd had to figure some way of getting in there without smashing the damn thing when she wasn't around.

Upon letting his eyes settle on the contents, a slow grin crossed his face. It was stocked full as opposed to the nearly empty way he'd left it, mostly scotch and a few various other things. Everything he favored most. She was here alright.

“Aw, darlin',” he muttered affectionately, his slender fingers wrapping around the neck of one of the whiskey bottles. He fumbled with it for a moment until he got it open, feet already carrying him toward the direction of the hallway.

He was halfway to the bedroom when his nose picked up a sweet scent of cinnamon, and he knew instantly that there were candles lit somewhere. He smiled to himself and lifted the bottle to his lips, sending a nice dose of the abrasive liquor sliding down his throat as he advanced onward. He gave an appreciative groan after he swallowed it and recapped the bottle, pushing the slightly ajar bedroom door open with his fingertips.

The room flickered with candlelight, red candles sporadically placed about the area, and the bed was neatly made, though he could never figure out just what the point was for that ritual.

“Hey there, Tiger,” a silky voice purred, and his eyes immediately darted to the source.

“God... bless the Catholic church,” he mumbled, looking over her form as she stood leaning casually against the wall on the other side of the room.

Aerith's heavy amber locks were unbound, draping around her slender shoulders, and partially obscuring the white oxford shirt she wore. His shirt. The buttons were mostly undone, revealing the creamy white inner curves of her breasts, the shirttails tied loosely at the waist to reveal the short, very short plaid skirt of red with its tidy pleats. Her magnificently toned legs were clad in thigh high white stockings, somewhat sheer, he noticed, one crossed over the other. She wore black patent leather Mary Janes on her feet, flawless and neatly polished.

His eyes scoured her figure with pure lust before making their way back up, and he smirked when he spotted the small silver cross that was hanging from her slender neck before settling his gaze on her face once again. Those jade eyes were gleaming, and a wicked smirk played on her scarlet lips as she finally pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to him with feline grace.

Reno opened his mouth to crack a joke at her ironic choice of attire, but never got the chance. Her fingers swept into his red hair and pulled him close, her lips meshing with his and cutting off his words. As her tongue probed into his mouth, anything he'd intended to say was entirely forgotten and his tongue slithered out to meet hers, his one free hand sliding around her midriff and pulling her against him.

Aerith managed to maneuver them around without breaking the kiss, gently urging him back toward the bed. He offered no resistance, his hold tightening on her when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He intended to bring her down onto the mattress with him, but she denied this, pulling out of his arms and smirking diabolically.

Her voice was low and commanding. “Take off the shirt.”

Reno arched a perfect vermilion eyebrow, debating between obeying her demand and just tossing her onto the bed with no regard to it. He had to admit he was curious about what was going on in that pretty head, so he did as he was told, handing her the bottle and pulling the half-buttoned shirt over his head, then letting it fall to the floor.

“Now the pants.”

“Hey, hey,” he argued, “You gotta take somethin' off, too. I'll be all naked and vulnerable.”

She just gave a defiant tilt of her head and considered him for a moment. With a shrug, she untied the shirttails with one hand and let the opened garment hang loosely, still revealing nothing more than a sliver of skin down the center of her torso.

“You gotta gimme more than that, babe,” he said, lowering his eyes to take in the pale flesh revealed to him..

“The pants, Reno.” There was no room for dispute in her tone.

“Ay, alright, alright,” he conceded, and began unbuckling his belt with graceful fingers.

Aerith merely watched him with a skeptical expression as she took a swig from the bottle she held.

He didn't bother sliding the leather strip away, and instead went straight for the button and the zipper. The pants fell to the floor and he kicked them away, now standing in nothing but a pair of silk boxers.

“Those, too.”

“Now wait a minute--”

His voice trailed off as he saw her place the bottle down on a cluttered table nearby, only to bring her hands under her short skirt.

Both of his eyebrows shot up then, his trademark smirk returning as he watched her slide her own undergarments down her legs and discard them to the rest of the clothing that was starting to pile up nicely. The smirk fell when he realized that she wasn't going to reveal to him just what she had under that skirt yet, even though he knew every contour she possessed with his eyes closed.

With a theatrical sigh, he resigned to doing as she asked, pulling his only remaining clothing down and away from him, exposing him in all his glory, complete with an arousal that had been building since he'd walked in to find her dressed like a Catholic school girl gone very wrong.

He was damn near certain that she almost smiled, but she covered it with clearing her throat and taking another swig from the bottle before placing it back down. He grinned like an imp at the familiar quirk, knowing she was just as excited as he was.

“Get on the bed,” she spoke with chilling calm.

Reno had no problems with that. He promptly let himself fall back onto the soft mattress, pushing himself up a little to let his tall form relax fully into center of the bed. Once he was settled comfortably, he lowered his ocean colored gaze to her, awaiting her next action.

The expression on Aerith's face was something else, pure evil mingled with the inherently innocent facial features that made her so disarming if one didn't look too closely into those emerald irises. She was slowly advancing toward him like a prowling panther, then climbing onto the bed as well.

When she straddled his form and brought her slight frame over his hips, he grinned and placed his hands on her silk-clad thighs, giving the firm flesh a good squeeze. “That's what I'm talkin' about.”

Apparently, it wasn't what she was talking about. She grasped one of his hands and quickly brought it up toward the bedpost, and before he knew it, he was hearing a series of metallic clicks. His eyes flew up to where she'd placed his hand.

Oh shit.

His wrist was bound in handcuffs, restraining him to the post. He was momentarily too stunned to realize that she was doing exactly the same thing to the other.

“Ah... babe?” His voice was mildly unsteady as he looked at her. She offered nothing in the way of reply, aside from a smug smirk that tugged the corner of those luscious red lips.

Skeptical aquamarine eyes watched as her slender hand drifted below her and grasped his erection with featherlight pressure. He hissed at the sudden sensation, eyelids threatening to flutter closed, but he forced them back open, lingering up to focus on her face. The look on her features was unwavering as she began to stroke him very gently and with tedious speed. Her small hand felt warm and marvelous, but her pressure and speed never altered, making him groan.

She removed her hand completely then and he sucked in a breath at the loss of warmth. Warmth of another kind was offered as she leaned down to let her lips graze over his neck, giving a playful nip. He sighed in pleasure, welcoming the feel of her pressed to his chest, even through the white shirt she still wore. He made to wrap his arms around her, but remembered he couldn't as the metal of the handcuffs clanked softly against the bedposts, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

His developing frustration only got worse as her lips trailed lower, kissing and licking down his bare chest, giving a teasing lick to each of his nipples. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, the pressure tightening as she continued to kiss, nibble, and lick her way down his abdomen, paying special attention to the fiery tendrils that began just under his navel and made a perfect line down the center.

He inhaled shakily when she stopped completely and opened his mouth to speak, only to be halted by a gasp when he felt a warm, slick sensation grazing up the underside of his hardened length. A moan escaped his lips as he recognized the feeling of her tongue.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her in time to watch as she licked him again, the sight paired with the sensation making his arousal twitch, and eliciting another quiet groan from deep in his chest.

“This what you want, baby?” she murmured against his pulsating shaft.

That infamous pink tongue of his darted out to moisten his pale lips. “You're... getting there.”

Aerith chuckled softly as she sent another lick up the sensitive skin, giving a satisfied purr at the way he twitched again in response. She didn't stop this time, and let her mouth close over him completely, her moist mouth sliding down to take him as far as she could.

He moaned loudly then, his eyelids lowering once more and shutting tightly. “Nnn...”

Her head lifted to do it again slowly, keeping steady pressure and light suction as she glided back down his length once more. His lips parted and his breath became shallow.

When she did it a few more times, however, never changing her speed or the pressure of her lips, he growled. She was trying to torture him. He opened one eye and glanced down to her. “Tease.”

She lifted her head away from him entirely, and he involuntarily shifted his hips in hopes of not parting from the heat of her mouth. He frowned at her.

The wicked brunette grinned at this reaction, but lowered her head to take him into her mouth once more, this time with firmer pressure and her tongue steadily pressed to the sensitive underside as she began quickened strokes.

A moan of approval slipped from his lips, his hips gently arching to meet her strides. She knew his body well, her skilled mouth giving him everything he needed for tension in his muscles to escalate quickly.

His eyes opened to watch her, catching sight of her hair falling to curtain her face and block his view of him sliding into her mouth, and he idly pulled at the handcuffs again. He grunted, half in intense ecstasy, and half in irritation. He wanted to grasp her hair and pull it out of the way, guiding her with her ministrations, though she hardly needed instruction with the performance she was gracing him with.

His head pressed into the pillow, and he began to pant, the pressure gathering quickly at his groin. Sweat began to bead over his body and he knew he was close.

Evidently, so did she. She pulled herself from him and sat back, slightly swollen lips parted as she stared down at him with a malicious glint in her eyes.

“Aw, fuck, babe,” he breathed as he looked up at her, the tension beginning to ache with the need for release.

“Patience,” she scolded gently, her head quirking to the side and a smirk curling her lips.

His eyes closed again and he fought to catch his breath, gritting his teeth against the throbbing. He took several deep inhalations, trying to quell the pulsations, but to no avail, of course. Only when he felt the bed shift again did he open his eyes, holding his breath as she climbed over him once more, her thighs on either side of his hips, still adorned with those white stockings.

He eyed her warily, suspicious of her intentions.

“You want this?” she asked with a grin, letting the tip of him slip over her moist center, barely allowing him to probe at her entrance, the scene entirely hidden beneath the pleated skirt she wore.

A grin of his own formed, feeling how wet she was. “I can tell you do.”

Her lips twisted in befuddled amusement, and she remained still. Dainty, feminine fingers lifted to the opening of the shirt she wore and she peeled the fabric back, exposing the previously hidden flesh to him, the supple peaks of her breasts firm and darkened with her own arousal, only the glimmering crucifix distrupting the vision that she was, and he sighed his approval with the devilish smile still lurking.

“Lovely, darlin'.”

“You want this?” she repeated, bringing her hips down just an inch, allowing him to slip into her and get a taste of her tight heat.

Reno tried to reply by thrusting his hips upward, but she quickly pulled back and let him slip out, earning a groan from him.

“Behave,” she commanded, reaching over to the side table and grasping a burning candle. She brought it back to hover over his chest, an expression on her face that clearly dared him to challenge her.

He remained still, watching every move she made carefully. His focus was intent on the candle, as well as the shadows that the flickering flame cast upon her pale skin, and he was caught off guard as she began to lower herself onto his erection once more.

A gasp formed on his lips as her tightness enveloped him a little further than before, and his eyes lowered. Her skirt was shielding the view as she took him slowly inside of her, only to stop not even halfway.

He looked up at the ceiling in frustration and pulled at the cuffs again, and was instantly rewarded with an intense sting of heat at his chest. He hissed again, his vision darting down to see she'd dripped candle wax onto him, but the slight pain was being counterbalanced by the pleasure of his entire length sliding easily into her.

His mouth opened and he exhaled raggedly at the combination of sensations, the wax cooling rapidly and her constricted canal gliding up his length once again.

A moan formed again without his permission, and he wondered if she'd stop again at the sound. She didn't, her hips lowering again to take him all the way to the hilt and grinding herself against him. He looked down, his brows knitting together in pleasure and a bit in disappointment that he still couldn't see anything.

“Babe,” he mumbled through heavy breaths. “Let me see...”

She stopped again, and he looked up at her with exasperation.

“Tell me...” Aerith panted, obviously in as much rapture as he was with this act, but still vigilantly holding the candle over him. “Tell me what you want to see.”

“You know what I wanna see,” he replied, pushing his hips upwards to fill her as deeply as he could.

She moaned, seemingly involuntarily, and she retributed by dropping another nice dollop of wax onto an unmarked portion of his chest. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and pressed his head back into the pillow.

“Say it...” she whispered harshly.

He let his eyes wander back to her face and fought off a grin. It made him realize that he still held some control in this situation. She was desperate to hear the words, her blazing emerald eyes belying her controlled expression. It wasn't often she demanded dirty talk. He knew if he denied her, though, she'd just subject him to further torture and he was already aching for release.

The hesitation was too long, and she began to pull herself from him, but he sent his hips upwards once more with a groan.

“Tell me,” she said again, her free hand lingering toward the hem of her skirt. She let her fingers slip inside, lightly touching the region where their bodies met, sliding over the slick skin of his shaft right against where it disappeared inside her.

He released a ragged breath to feel her delicate fingers, and shivers rippled through him.

“I want to see my cock slide inside you,” he whispered fiercely through gritted teeth as he watched her expression, gasping at feeling her inner walls tighten around him suddenly, “...filling you up.”

Obviously, that was good enough for her. She reached over to place the candle on the table and used her other hand to lift the hem of the skirt, a grin forming over his lips at the view of himself buried deep inside of her.

She began to rotate her hips again, lifting and lowering in circular motions as she began to gasp for air. She rose to the point of almost letting him slip out, only to take him all the way back inside.

Incoherent vocals began to drift from Reno's lips, his eyes rolling back for a moment before returning his gaze to the show before him and his wrists absently pulling at the steel cuffs again. Impending release mounted quickly, and his breathing became labored as his red eyebrows drew together.

Aerith was releasing her own cacophony of moans, the sounds dripping from her sweet blood colored tiers and he lifted his vision to her face. He wanted those lips on his, wanted to steal her breath when she came for him. He lifted his head in gesture and was glad when she acquiesced with no further torment.

The thought formed too soon, he learned, as the pressing of her lips to his replaced the motion of her hips and she became still as she kissed him. He groaned against her mouth, drawing her lower lip between his and biting down in complaint. He was getting fucking desperate at this point, the throbbing nearly unbearable with each pulsation she gave around his girth.

She smiled, her lip captive between his teeth, and she resumed her rocking, this time more forcefully, driving him to the brink in a matter of seconds.

He felt the beginning of his orgasm pulse through his entire body and sucked the very breath from her as his lips claimed hers fully and held them hostage. She broke away then, her face distended beautifully in pleasure as she whispered his name between gasps, and he could feel her tighten and subsequently shatter into frantic throbs. The word caused his body to tense and he moaned her name in return as he felt the spurts of his release fill her completely in rapid succession.

She became still, and he was grateful this time, his senses raw and overactive, and he breathed in hisses as the contractions gradually subsided.

Her forehead pressed to his shoulder and they lay that way for a long moment, locked together as they fought for breath. Finally, the silence was broken when he chuckled softly. “You're mean.”

“Mm... you love it,” she replied exhaustedly. She shifted slightly, settling against him, and he could feel her smile against his skin. “Happy birthday, Tiger.”

“Fuckin' A,” he breathed, a grin sliding across his face. He bent his head down to kiss her forehead, realizing soon after that he was still confined to the bed when the metal clinked again at the movement. “God, I hope you're not plannin' to hoard that key, too.”

The grin he felt against his shoulder suddenly made him worry.