BLBS 2

The morning light streamed through the scenic wall of windows, illuminating the suite and settling in a cheery beam on the living room couch.

Elly groaned loudly and held her hands up before her face, forgetting where she was. This had the unfortunate effect of unbalancing her and she fell off with a thump and a loud, startled curse. Her tail hit one of the screens nearby and it nearly fell over as well.

"Ouch, damn it!" She rubbed her hip as she fought to stand among the litter of the party last night. Her eyes fell upon a cup nearby and spotted the condom Aizawa had tossed inside it.

Last night.

<i>Oh, shit</i>.

She'd slept with that despicable reporter.
Sure, he was hotter than she'd imagined and the sex had been good.

<i>Better than good</i>, if she were honest with herself. She hadn't come that hard in years. But now she was having some reservations. What had she inadvertently slipped during their time together? Was he gleefully writing things she may have said down, turning it into some scandalous article? She grabbed her pants off the floor and dug into a pocket for her phone.

<i>God, no wonder my PR agent hates me</i>.

Her eyes narrowing, she checked every single one of his social media accounts that she could find.

Nothing.

Well, there was a small review of a local art show, and his Twitter feed had photos of a very large caffeinated monstrosity he had apparently bought this morning.

There was nothing about <i>her</i>.

Maybe he was waiting; he would write a bigger piece about a famous celebrity, wouldn't he? It could take a day or two.

She would wait and watch.

And do that she did for an entire week. Aizawa never mentioned her at all, save for defending himself one time when someone brought up an older review of her work. Although this was what she wanted, Elly was still disgruntled, but for a very different reason.

<i>She couldn't get him out of her mind.</i>

Images kept replaying, scenes and moments in her head from that night. How damn sexy he looked naked and sweating on top of her, how his lips and teeth had felt on her skin. Sitting in a small room before a commercial she was filming one day, Elly smiled a secretive little smile. Her fingers stole to the pulse on the left side of her neck. It was covered with a light scarf and some tactfully placed jewelry. Aizawa had marked her up so badly her makeup artists were aghast. One of them, however, had looked at this as a challenge and worked with wardrobe so that nothing could be seen. Afterward she spoke with her manager and gave them both a raise, commending their service.

By the end of the week she was intrigued by his silence and alarmed, as well, for the burning in her loins had grown to a fever pitch. So, late that Friday when she was tossing and turning in bed she picked up her phone. Aizawa had given her his contact information a long time ago, with the hopes that she would let him interview her. She hadn't been sure why she kept him in her contacts, but it came in handy now.

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Hey, baby, you wanna come over? I'm bored again.</i> ♡

Elly thought for a moment, her cheeks turning pink. She pulled up the t-shirt she was wearing as pajamas and took a selfie with just the right hint of naughtiness in her eyes. She waited, but the plumpness between her thighs grew unbearable when she saw he had looked at the text. After fifteen long minutes she couldn't take it anymore. She thrust a hand into the bedsheets and touched herself while she imagined his dark eyes widening at the photo. Maybe he wasn't texting or calling back because he was jerking off.

She came with a low growl of displeasure, the orgasm not enough. It felt puny compared to the high that bastard had brought her to.

What the hell was she going to do?

Aizawa let her simmer for about a week. He also had enjoyed the sex, not just because it had been mind-blowing but for the fact that he rarely indulged, as it were. Work came first, literally, with him. And to that end he threw himself into his job with fervor, tackling the little things the office threw at him with as much gusto as a world-breaking news story. He was aggravated and didn't want anyone to talk to him, since his mind would inevitably wander and then they would begin asking questions.

His colleagues were alert to the change in his temperament and ganged up on him in the break room one day.

"Hey," Kayama, an older woman in a crisp, dark business suit and skirt that matched her hair and eyes, was the first to corner him.

"You're grumpier than usual, Aizawa. You looked different the day you came home from that Cheshire thing." Kan was a gigantic man with fangs, imposing to anyone that didn't know him. Aizawa, however, couldn't care less about the man's physical stature and brushed past without a word.

"We're all wondering, you know," she continued as he stomped off. "You give us a reason why your mood has been worse after being soooo much better, or..."

He clutched the doorknob as hard as he would like to wring her gossipy neck. "I didn't get a story," he snapped without turning around. "Okay? That's what's pissing me off. Leave me alone so I can work in peace. I'll get her one day, though - I promise you that."

<i>Except I've already had her</i>, he thought, his ears burning. <i>And the bitch had the gall to be fucking incredible</i>! He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Fuck it. This week had been <i>shit</i>, and he needed to blow off some steam. He took out his cellphone and looked through his messages to find a number.

<b>Bastard</b>: <i>Are you home?</i>

Elly blinked at the abrupt text and then snickered at his contact name. She'd forgotten when she changed it, but it had been at some point after he'd ignored her for at least two days.

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Yes</i>

<b>Bastard</b>: <i>I'm coming over</i>

That was it. No asking like a person with common decency or any explanation. He simply asked if she were there and then told her he would be coming. Anger flared up in her, but her heart was also fluttering in her chest in anticipation of seeing him again.

"Cocky little sucker, aren't you Aizawa?"

Elly was surprised when he showed up. The man was a mess, his stubble unruly and plain work shirt pulled half out of rumpled, tan slacks. His once gorgeous raven hair was dull and hung in a messy tangle loose about his shoulders. She perked her ears. Elly had gotten dressed for the occasion herself, a pair of tight jeans and a loose, over the shoulder shirt. Her makeup was impeccable, leftover from work that day she hadn't removed yet.

"Holy shit, are you okay? You look like you just got into a fight without all the bruises." She paused then as he glared at her, and she saw the dark smudges under his eyes. "Well, except for those eyes. Yikes."

"What's with the concern all of a sudden?" He kicked his loafers off at the door and hung up his suit jacket. "You thinking this might be a good time to finish the job?"

"I'm not that freaking heartless. You look like shit," she stressed. "You have a bad day or something?"

"I'm here for sex, not to talk." He dropped his shirt on the floor and took her in his arms. "Or do I look too disgusting?"

"Shut up." She pouted, blushing. The fact was all she could think about was getting him naked. His new hobo look hadn't put her off at all, and now that she thought about it, maybe <i>this</i> was his natural state. It fit his attitude, and he was turning her on just as much, especially when he bent to suck at a spot just under her chin. She moaned and he grinned.

"No? Good."

"We can go in the bedroom, this time."

"Even better," he sighed.

They stripped hurriedly, casting quick glances at each other and piling their clothes in a heap beside the giant bed. Aizawa was finished first and he climbed onto the mattress from behind, curling around her as his hands wandered her curves to unhook her bra.

"Give me your neck," he demanded lowly, and she bent to one side to expose her wildly jumping pulse. "So fast," he snickered. "You like when I mark you? Isn't it risky to show off love bites to the public?"

"The public doesn't own me. And besides, my makeup artists hid the others." She cast a sly look over her shoulder, her lashes fluttering and a risque smile on her parted lips. "Maybe you should do better this time."

Aizawa's hands squeezed her breasts hungrily. "You want better, do you?" His mouth trailed hotly on the healed skin, licking and sucking softly. "Here, maybe? It would be <i>much harder</i> to hide one so far up..."

"Mnn." She placed her hands on his and arched into his touch, her tail whisking about and stirring the sheets underneath. "You gonna do it, or are you just talk, <i>baby</i>?"

He swore violently at the nickname and sank his teeth in. "I told you not to call me that," he said acidly as he sucked and bit.

"So?" She gasped and started to tremble a little as his marking grew serious. "I - I told you my name a long time ago, and you refuse to use it."

Aizawa licked at her blood-speckled skin. He'd sucked a dark bruise the size of his mouth onto her neck, higher than any shirt or scarf could cover. "Hmm? Your name is Cheshire. It's all over the fucking place nowadays -"

"My name, Mr. Bastard Reporter, is <i>Elly</i>."

"Ches," he amended grudgingly, a spark twinkling in his gray eyes.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Not true," he deflected easily, rolling her over and under him. "And, besides, Ches is who you really are, isn't it? I've never seen 'Elly'. Only the spoiled little rich brat that is, coincidentally, one hell of a good lay."

She squinted angrily at him and flexed her nails in his back. "I'm not really sure if you just complimented me or if it was an insult."

He smiled smugly at her and rubbed his firm length on her thigh. "You want to talk or fuck?"

The answer was fairly obvious, given the choices.

Elly woke much more comfortably the next morning than their last tryst, warm and safe in her bed with soft sheets piled around her. Her entire body felt sore but she was refreshed and satisfied after her romp with that idiot last night. She yawned, stretching, and her hand lightly struck something behind her. She frowned. Come to think of it, that wasn't the only odd thing.

<i>There's an arm around me!</i>

She craned her neck around. Aizawa lay there, the sheets pulled down and dressed in his undershirt and boxer briefs with one arm slung low around her waist. He had curled himself around her, making her the little spoon as they slept.

She rubbed her eyes.

He was still there.

"Well, well," she purred, pleased that he'd stuck around this time. She hadn't thought he had it in him. As she fidgeted around to face him his eyes popped open.

Aizawa groaned. "Fuck, what time is it?"

"Six."

"In the <i>morning</i>? What are you, a sadist?"

Elly stuck her tongue out. "For your information, I have an early photo shoot. I <i>have</i> to be up early, I don't <i>want</i> to."

"Unghhh."

"You can sleep in if you want, babe, but I've got to get ready to go." She ran a hand down his chest, her purring growing louder. There was a semi-firm lump in his underwear that was stiffening further under her touch. "Mmmn, good <i>morning</i>."

"Hnf." He shifted slightly, angling his hips so she could have better access. "If I join you in the shower, would you suck me off?"

"With a condom, yes."

"I gotta get some fucking testing done," he muttered. "I doubt you'd believe me if I told you I'm clean."

"Nope," she agreed cheerfully with a toss of her head. Her hair was mussed, sticking up on one side, and his fingers itched to touch it, stroke it and tame the bedhead. "I mean, would you believe me if I said the same?"

He snorted, following her as she picked up a pile of neaty stacked clothing and headed into the bathroom. "That's different. You're a celebrity."

Elly's bathroom was larger than any he had been in his entire life. The dual shower was a lima bean shaped whirlpool with tiled areas to stand under the showerheads and seats. Aizawa noticed, but was too eager to get under a warm stream of water to care. A shower - or bath -- was the same as long as it got the job done.

"Once again, I have to remind you that being popular doesn't make me an indiscriminate whore." She turned on the water and opened a medicine cabinet, fishing out a condom.

He shrugged. "It's easier for you to find partners."

"It's not easy for you?" Elly raised an eyebrow at him. "You're..."

<i>Incredibly handsome. Roguishly sexy. Kind of cute when you get flustered.</i>

She caught herself before any of the praise on her lips tumbled out and instead finished, "...not bad-looking, you know."

"Such flattery," he said drily.

"Come on, strip and get in. I want to see how fast I can make you come."

He shrugged and pushed his underwear down. "I'm still sleepy," he warned her. "Don't expect a lot of attention."

She rolled her eyes at him in exasperation and bent her head back in the water to rinse her hair. He noted with satisfaction how gruesome the mark on her neck was as he stepped in.

"Here," she offered, gesturing at one of the seats set back behind the warm spray. "Sit."

He did, and she reached up and took the condom out of the tray she had set it in. Once she had it in her hand she knelt on the plush matt in front of him and kissed the inside of his right thigh. His muscles spasmed, and he cleared his throat. Her kiss had been very gentle, her expression unreadable as she stared up at him.

"You smell like wet fur."

Elly reached behind her and brought her sodden tail up for him to see. The alternating light and dark purple stripes were dripping wet. "That's because I have wet fur, you idiot. It's clean, though."

He turned his head slightly, but his hair was just as wet. It was slicked back, exposing his entire face, and she could see him as he blushed. "I didn't say it was a bad smell."

"Oh." She kissed his other thigh and his eyes slipped closed. "You might be sleepy, but your cock is waking up." She trailed a fingertip along the twitching flesh as it slid up and out. He let out a low moan, and she smiled and rolled the condom on.

Once covered, she lapped lightly at the tip, then underneath, where it was the most sensitive. Aizawa huffed and his head rolled forward as he began to pant. She bought expensive prophylactics and they were thinner than the latex ones he was used to, yet the heat of her mouth was less with the barrier. He couldn't wait to get that testing done, even though he knew it was invasive as hell. It would be well worth it. His train of thought then derailed completely as she sucked on the tip, working her lips down to the base.

Elly took her time, keeping her throat relaxed and her lips tightly wrapped around his length. She rarely did this but had enough experience to know the basics. Aizawa sounded <i>filthy and gorgeous</i>, low sounds and gasps tearing from his throat. His tired brain put pleasure first instead of trying to be smarmy and mouthing off like he usually did.

She liked it, so she concentrated on making him feel good, sucking in and using her tongue. She felt him jerking back, trying not to thrust into her mouth and was oddly touched. Elly had thought the bastard would want to fuck her face and had been prepared for such an onslaught, but he was holding back. His head was rolled back, Adam's apple bobbing as he vented tiny, soft groans.

"Ch - Ches, m'gonna..." Elly picked up the pace and soon he was shuddering as he spurted into the condom. In a burst of inspiration, she mimicked the action of swallowing and he choked hard mid-orgasm. "God, <i>yes</i>!"

"Mmm. Somebody came really hard." She carefully removed and tied off the full condom. "Was it good, baby?"

"I think you sucked the snark out of me, so I'll just say yes."

"That's nice," she purred.