Deal with the Devil {Amelia}

[Asher Jacobs]

A soft smile lit the corner of his lips. She had done it, she had taken the last step. "No, but I know how scary it is for me to love you." he slid a strong hand behind her head, tangling in her hair, and pulled her to his chest. "And if it's anything like that, I know it's hard, to let go of every instinct telling you to run and just give in." It was a difficult truth. Asher had literally had the concept of love beaten out of him by his former assassin master. He had been pushed to the brink in his training, forced to see nothing as more important than the mission. But Asher was in charge now, and Amy was his mission.

He gently tilted her chin up with a hand, sensing how precarious the moment was. As if the entire world, their entire relationship, balanced on this one moment like it was the blade of a knife. A single slip up and they'd both fall from this single moment of grace. His lips met hers in a hesitant kiss and he waited to see where they would go from here. Her answering lips made a low moan escape him and he pulled her tighter to him, kissing her deeply. Asher had loved before, wildly and blindly, but never had he reached this level of honesty with someone. Ironic that the most open relationship he'd ever had was with a woman so tightly wound around herself that even she couldn't see her own emotions at times.

[Amelia Cosette]

[Asher Jacobs]

Asher grunted his agreement. This was crazy, incredibly crazy, but he was beyond caring. He loved her and he wanted her and he didn't care anymore who or what said they shouldn't do this. His tentative grip became possessive. He pulled her to his lips for a furtive kiss, running his hands down her body to her thighs. He lifted her off her feet and wrapped her legs around him, turning to set her back on the counter.

He pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaning in to kiss down her neck, along her collar bone, and down the edges of her bra, teasing with his tongue. She felt so right under his lips. He bit gently at her chest and a low groan slipped his lips. Merlin he wanted her. He looked up and caught her eye, and there was a possessiveness there to match his own. He owned her, and she owned him. It wasn't a label, it was a simple bond born of a certain type of honesty, when you bare your most guarded parts of your heart for another to see and they respond in turn.

[Amelia Cosette]

[/i]. "Asher!"

She found herself nearly pleading him to touch her, to hold her, to do more. Her nails dug into the back of his shirt, tearing small holes as she ripped it over his head. Her hands slid down the exposed skin, finally pushing him back and sliding down herself, sinking to her knees, kissing his stomach, "I love you."[/ul]

[Asher Jacobs]

Asher couldn't contain himself any longer, not that he'd been doing a good job of it before. Amy ripped his shirt off, moving down to the floor, and all hints of self control were lost. Before she had a chance to do much more than kiss his sotmache he lifted her back into his arms and turned, aparating them into his bedroom. It would have been just as easy to carry her into the next room, but this was much faster. He threw her onto the bed to bounce where she landed.

Asher dropped his ripped shirt tot he floor and quicky followed it with his pants. He crawled across the bed until he was over her, lowering his lips to hers he kissed her passionately. Pulling away just enough to stop the kiss, Asher nudged her forehead with his own. "I love you too." He muttered, his lips brushing hers as he said the words. "Now lets get you out of this ridiculous tutu..." he mumbled, removing the garment. Clothing hit the floor, the walls, and Ahser kissed her, adding his own groans of pleasure to hers. When the sounds of pleasure quieted, Asher brushed a hair from her beautiful face and ran a hand down her neck, her chest, to rest on her stomache. That was the last thing he saw before sleep took him, the woman he loved laying next to him, smiling softly in her sleep.