{{{AC}}}Third Time is the Charm (Judas)

[Esme M. Lolland]

Judas's hands made their way underneath Esme's shirt and was on her skin, his hands were cold to the touch, but the touch itself was like fire. She thought to herself that stupid cliche "Cold hands, warm heart," she wasn't quite sure if it applied to Judas, but she definately thought it should. The small growl that he let slip made her smile, they were sharing the same thought process it seemed.

Before long he started to pull her shirt up, she knew that it was an obstruction, that they needed to get rid of it, but she didn't want to stop kissing him even for a moment. Luckily, he took the shirt off so quickly that she barely had time to register his lip's absence before they were back again.

Just when Esme couldn't think of this getting any better than going straight into the tango, Judas began to trail kisses down her freshly bared skin. She grabbed at Judas's shirt, it tickled but it felt so right at the same time. She felt as if it was only fair to play one piece of clothing for another, she attempted to tug his shirt off knowing full and well that in the position they were in he'd need to help. "Judas," she said helplessly, he was playing with her so much and she hated it but loved it at the same time.

[Judas]

Judas laughed, though it came out as more of a breathy chuckle, and lifted his arms to help her remove his shirt. He pulled the fabric down his arms and tossed it onto the kitchen floor.

He kissed along the line of her jeans, licking and nibbling, drawing a straight line across her stomach. He drew his hands down to cup her ass for a second before sliding them along the line he'd licked to pop the button on her jeans. He drew the zipper down slowly and slid the pants from her legs, though she'd need to step out of them to remove them completely.

He kissed his way back up her body, getting up from his knees, to return to her lips.

[Esme M. Lolland]

Esme smiled when Judas took off his shirt and Esme marvelled at how his muscles rippled with each and every movement. Every man may have really well-built body parts, but the centuries seemed to have made Judas seem as if was chisled from stone. His back muscles alone were so impressive that Esme couldn't help but run hands up and down his back. The way his muscles moved between her fingers was more than enough.

His tongue danced along the line of her jeans. Esme, unable to do anything else but enjoy, let her hands play with his hair. He unzipped her jeans and she stepped from them willingly enough, she didn't know if she could get out of them quick enough, actually. She felt exposed standing in the cold kitchen with nothing more than her underwear on, but she assumed that would change soon enough.

He rose from his knees, kissing up her body inch by and and then his lips were on hers. Esme kissed him back and nibbled on his lip for a while. She started to kiss down his neck, across his broad and defined chest, licking occasionally. She made her way across his chest, letting her fingers lightly trace before and after her kisses.