a little bit of sugar: alex & dianna
Title: A Little Bit of Sugar.
Rating: NC-17.
Word count: 1,196.
Pairing: Alex Pettyfer/Dianna Agron.
Summary: From that exact moment, he knew he would always be way over his head whenever she was around.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, claim any of this to be true. It's purely a fruit of my imagination, which hopefully can be enjoyed by someone else, as well. If you don't like/are creeped out by RPF, then I suggest you scroll past it. No rudeness necessary.
A/N: I wrote this a year ago. Wow, time has passed. And it's still unbeta'd. Clearly, I am not lazy. But yes, all mistakes are mine.
“You must be Alex.”
The voice he heard was gentle like a cold breeze blowing against his skin and very feminine, though somewhat husky. He didn’t know it was constant then, but he would soon learn that the best way to explain her unique tone was saying that she seemed to always have a cold, which could be queer on anyone else - but she made it sound natural and enchanting. He would also learn that was something she was fairly good at. He looked up to find out she was standing rather close to him, holding out a cup of coffee in his direction as a genuine smile curled her lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she continued as she nodded her head towards the cup. “I decided it would be considerate to bring you some, just like you bring flowers when you go over to someone’s house for the first time. But I don’t know if you like cream, so I didn’t want to risk it. It has a little bit of sugar, though. I’m Dianna.” She let out a relieved sigh when he took the cup (“I… Thank you,” he muttered in slight surprise) and sat on the chair right beside him, taking a long sip of her iced tea and playing with the ice chips on her tongue.
Alex studied her for a long moment, completely intrigued by her delicate figure, but not daring to say anything else before taking the cup to his lips. The dark, hot coffee felt like liquid fire against his tongue and he hissed, pressing his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
Although he couldn’t notice, she had her sight set on him, watching him curiously as he cursed a few more times and sucked in a little bit of cold air to try and relieve the pain. It wasn’t long until she held his face with one hand, turning it to her. Her touch was very firm, but still gentle. It all happened too quickly - suddenly, her full lips were pressed against his and her cold tongue was invading his mouth, transferring the ice cube and sending a mix of shock and a pleasant feeling he never quite learned how to describe through his unmoving body. She took the opportunity to let her tongue roam around his mouth before pulling away with a satisfied smirk.
From that exact moment, he knew he would always be way over his head whenever she was around.
…
The cold wind sent a shiver down her spine as it hit brutally against her clear, porcelain skin. They were the last ones to leave the I Am Number Four premiere after party, which was unusual. Neither one of them were known for staying until late at these parties - in fact, they were always one of the first people to leave, if they bothered coming. However, they had a lot to be thankful for when it comes to this particular movie, and both of them agreed they would enjoy those last few moments to the hilt. The parking lot was completely empty except for his car and the night was silent. Both of them could still hear the loud music ringing in their ears as they stopped in front of the vehicle and simply smiled at each other for a long moment, cherishing all the moments they’ve spent together so far and the moments there were yet to come.
Then, he traced her perfectly red lips with a finger before leaning in and capturing them between his. It started out as a soft, longing kiss, but before he could get a hold of himself, their tongues were tangled passionately together and her hands were stroking his abs under his shirt. He grasped her hips forcefully and shoved her against the car, holding her still as he pressed his own body against hers. She whimpered and kissed him more urgently as she felt his fingers trailing up her inner thigh and burning against her sensitive skin. He caught his fingers in her hair tightly and she let out a noise that made his chest clench and erection throb. Their kisses were greedy and full with lust, as if there was never enough, and his pants dropped onto the floor in no time. He tugged her lacy underwear down until they fell naturally and he could almost hear her impatience in her soft moans.
God, how she managed to sound like an angel in a situation like this would always be beyond him.
Dianna’s hands were quick as she pulls his boxers down his hips and pressed the palm of her hand against his cock, rubbing circles against it as the tip of her fingers brush right over his balls; her touch light and tentative as a feather. He cursed to himself and grabbed both of her thighs, fingers digging into her skin with no hint of mercy as he pulled them apart. She placed both hands on the car, anticipation shining in her momentarily dark eyes, and cried out helplessly as he entered her.
They took a moment to look at each other in the eyes, his erection completely buried inside her and his hand fisted in her hair, before starting at a hurried pace. He thrusted into her faster and faster each time and he could hear her hand banging against the vehicle with few loud thuds, none of them as loud as her frantic cries. Her cheeks were so red he could notice it even with the low lighting and her breath was as shallow as it could be. She took his lips in hers again and their tongues fought one another, rough and delicious and raw. Her moans seemed to linger in his ear and not too long after he realized she was indeed still moaning, her hums vibrating hungrily against his lips, and her little voice drove him so fucking insane he pushed himself harder inside her until his name echoed through the parking lot.
Later that night, she pressed her naked body against his under the sheets, smiling into his chest and wishing him a good night. He waited a few minutes before calling, his voice barely above a whisper, “Dianna?”
“Hmm?”
Alex sucked in a sharp breath and held it, hesitating. As if she had felt his nervousness, she held up her head and stared right into his eyes, those gentle, hazel eyes of hers that could see right through him. She said nothing.
“I love you,” he finally breathed and he could tell she was happy even if she wasn’t smiling, which encouraged him. “I think I have from the very first time we met and you introduced me to this little world of yours.”
She felt her chest tightening at each one of his words as they brought an unexplainable joy and life into every single inch of her body. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she tried extremely hard not to laugh out of sheer happiness because she knew - she knew this time she meant it, and that was the first time it had ever happened to her.
“I love you too.”
Rating: NC-17.
Word count: 1,196.
Pairing: Alex Pettyfer/Dianna Agron.
Summary: From that exact moment, he knew he would always be way over his head whenever she was around.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, claim any of this to be true. It's purely a fruit of my imagination, which hopefully can be enjoyed by someone else, as well. If you don't like/are creeped out by RPF, then I suggest you scroll past it. No rudeness necessary.
A/N: I wrote this a year ago. Wow, time has passed. And it's still unbeta'd. Clearly, I am not lazy. But yes, all mistakes are mine.
“You must be Alex.”
The voice he heard was gentle like a cold breeze blowing against his skin and very feminine, though somewhat husky. He didn’t know it was constant then, but he would soon learn that the best way to explain her unique tone was saying that she seemed to always have a cold, which could be queer on anyone else - but she made it sound natural and enchanting. He would also learn that was something she was fairly good at. He looked up to find out she was standing rather close to him, holding out a cup of coffee in his direction as a genuine smile curled her lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she continued as she nodded her head towards the cup. “I decided it would be considerate to bring you some, just like you bring flowers when you go over to someone’s house for the first time. But I don’t know if you like cream, so I didn’t want to risk it. It has a little bit of sugar, though. I’m Dianna.” She let out a relieved sigh when he took the cup (“I… Thank you,” he muttered in slight surprise) and sat on the chair right beside him, taking a long sip of her iced tea and playing with the ice chips on her tongue.
Alex studied her for a long moment, completely intrigued by her delicate figure, but not daring to say anything else before taking the cup to his lips. The dark, hot coffee felt like liquid fire against his tongue and he hissed, pressing his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
Although he couldn’t notice, she had her sight set on him, watching him curiously as he cursed a few more times and sucked in a little bit of cold air to try and relieve the pain. It wasn’t long until she held his face with one hand, turning it to her. Her touch was very firm, but still gentle. It all happened too quickly - suddenly, her full lips were pressed against his and her cold tongue was invading his mouth, transferring the ice cube and sending a mix of shock and a pleasant feeling he never quite learned how to describe through his unmoving body. She took the opportunity to let her tongue roam around his mouth before pulling away with a satisfied smirk.
From that exact moment, he knew he would always be way over his head whenever she was around.
…
The cold wind sent a shiver down her spine as it hit brutally against her clear, porcelain skin. They were the last ones to leave the I Am Number Four premiere after party, which was unusual. Neither one of them were known for staying until late at these parties - in fact, they were always one of the first people to leave, if they bothered coming. However, they had a lot to be thankful for when it comes to this particular movie, and both of them agreed they would enjoy those last few moments to the hilt. The parking lot was completely empty except for his car and the night was silent. Both of them could still hear the loud music ringing in their ears as they stopped in front of the vehicle and simply smiled at each other for a long moment, cherishing all the moments they’ve spent together so far and the moments there were yet to come.
Then, he traced her perfectly red lips with a finger before leaning in and capturing them between his. It started out as a soft, longing kiss, but before he could get a hold of himself, their tongues were tangled passionately together and her hands were stroking his abs under his shirt. He grasped her hips forcefully and shoved her against the car, holding her still as he pressed his own body against hers. She whimpered and kissed him more urgently as she felt his fingers trailing up her inner thigh and burning against her sensitive skin. He caught his fingers in her hair tightly and she let out a noise that made his chest clench and erection throb. Their kisses were greedy and full with lust, as if there was never enough, and his pants dropped onto the floor in no time. He tugged her lacy underwear down until they fell naturally and he could almost hear her impatience in her soft moans.
God, how she managed to sound like an angel in a situation like this would always be beyond him.
Dianna’s hands were quick as she pulls his boxers down his hips and pressed the palm of her hand against his cock, rubbing circles against it as the tip of her fingers brush right over his balls; her touch light and tentative as a feather. He cursed to himself and grabbed both of her thighs, fingers digging into her skin with no hint of mercy as he pulled them apart. She placed both hands on the car, anticipation shining in her momentarily dark eyes, and cried out helplessly as he entered her.
They took a moment to look at each other in the eyes, his erection completely buried inside her and his hand fisted in her hair, before starting at a hurried pace. He thrusted into her faster and faster each time and he could hear her hand banging against the vehicle with few loud thuds, none of them as loud as her frantic cries. Her cheeks were so red he could notice it even with the low lighting and her breath was as shallow as it could be. She took his lips in hers again and their tongues fought one another, rough and delicious and raw. Her moans seemed to linger in his ear and not too long after he realized she was indeed still moaning, her hums vibrating hungrily against his lips, and her little voice drove him so fucking insane he pushed himself harder inside her until his name echoed through the parking lot.
Later that night, she pressed her naked body against his under the sheets, smiling into his chest and wishing him a good night. He waited a few minutes before calling, his voice barely above a whisper, “Dianna?”
“Hmm?”
Alex sucked in a sharp breath and held it, hesitating. As if she had felt his nervousness, she held up her head and stared right into his eyes, those gentle, hazel eyes of hers that could see right through him. She said nothing.
“I love you,” he finally breathed and he could tell she was happy even if she wasn’t smiling, which encouraged him. “I think I have from the very first time we met and you introduced me to this little world of yours.”
She felt her chest tightening at each one of his words as they brought an unexplainable joy and life into every single inch of her body. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she tried extremely hard not to laugh out of sheer happiness because she knew - she knew this time she meant it, and that was the first time it had ever happened to her.
“I love you too.”