Chapter 28: You're Not Sneaking Off, Little Flame II
Aria came again — harder this time. Her whole body snapped tight, then convulsed around Selene's mouth and hand. Her voice broke on the moan, turning into a choked cry as wave after wave rocked through her. She didn't know if she was sobbing or laughing — only that she couldn't stop shaking.
Selene held her the whole way through — one hand steady on her thigh, the other easing out from between her folds as Aria collapsed back against the bed, gasping for air.
"I—" Aria blinked at the ceiling, wide-eyed. "I've never—"
"I know," Selene said softly. She moved up her body, kissing the skin just beneath Aria's ribs, then her sternum, then the side of one breast — cool lips leaving a trail of heat behind.
Aria's hands found her shoulders, weakly pulling her up.
Selene smiled and kissed her. Deep, slow, sensual. Letting Aria taste herself on her lips. Aria moaned into it, hips twitching even now, the aftershocks still rolling through her.
"You're amazing," Aria whispered, dazed.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Selene whispered against her mouth, then trailed kisses down her neck again.
Aria laughed, breathless and messy. "I don't think I can take more."
Selene raised an eyebrow, cold fingers sliding down her belly again. "You sure about that?"
Aria opened her mouth to argue — but then Selene's tongue flicked her clit again.
Her breath hitched. Her whole body jerked.
"Oh my—!"
"Thought so," Selene murmured.
She didn't give Aria time to recover — just dove back in, mouth wet and firm and freezing where Aria was hot and aching. This time there was no slow buildup. No gentle circling.
Selene devoured her.
Tongue dragging hard over her clit. Lips sealing over it. Sucking with maddening pressure. Aria was gasping, moaning, pleading without words — hips grinding up into Selene's mouth, fingers tangled in the blanket, toes curling. Her body was hypersensitive now, every flick of Selene's tongue sending her higher.
And just when Aria thought she couldn't take anymore, Selene pressed her finger inside again — shallow, curling slightly — and sucked hard on her clit one last time.
Aria screamed.
Her third orgasm tore through her, sudden and violent. Her thighs locked around Selene's head. Her back arched off the bed. Her vision went white.
She came so hard, she nearly blacked out.
Aria was still shaking, chest rising and falling fast, lips parted around soft, breathless gasps. Her legs twitched like they didn't belong to her anymore, still slick and open. Selene stayed between her thighs a moment longer, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to the inside of her thigh. Like she wasn't done tasting her yet.
"Selene…" Aria's voice was barely a whisper, half-laugh, half-whimper. "I can't move."
Selene chuckled, low and smug. "You don't have to."
She slid up Aria's body, trailing wet kisses up her stomach, across her ribs. Aria's eyes fluttered open just as Selene's mouth closed around her nipple — soft and slow.
Aria gasped. "W-Wait—!"
Selene didn't. She sucked, just gently, letting her cold tongue circle the sensitive peak while her hand wandered down again — brushing lightly over Aria's mound. Just a graze.
"Selene— that's—ah—" Aria's head dropped back with a moan she didn't mean to let out. "You're… insatiable."
"Mmhm," Selene murmured against her skin. "And you're still soaked."
Her fingers slipped lower, rubbing lazy circles over Aria's overstimulated clit. Aria jolted.
"F-Fuck—Selene—!"
"Shh." Selene switched to Aria's other nipple, sucking it into her mouth while her fingers teased slow, teasing spirals between her legs. "You can take it. Just a little more. I want to feel you come again—soft and slow this time."
Aria was panting now, fingers gripping Selene's shoulders. Her whole body was trembling again — pleasure mounting even though she thought she had nothing left to give. Her clit was so sensitive it felt electric. And Selene knew exactly how to play her — soft swirls, then a firmer press, just enough to make Aria's hips roll into her palm.
"I c-can't—Selene—please—" Aria cried out again as Selene sucked hard on her nipple and pinched her clit at the same time.
"You're almost there again," Selene whispered. "Come for me one more time. I want to feel you fall apart."
Aria arched again, back curling into Selene's mouth as her clit throbbed under her touch. She whimpered, moaned, pleaded her name — and then it hit.
The orgasm rolled over her like a slow tidal wave — not sharp this time, but deep. Spreading through her belly, her thighs, her chest, like her entire body was melting. She gasped as Selene kissed the center of her chest, hand still rubbing her slowly as her body pulsed again and again.
Then, finally, Selene stopped.
Aria collapsed under her, sweaty, shaking, completely undone.
Selene laid beside her, pulling her close, arms wrapping around her like she wasn't made of ice anymore. She brushed Aria's hair back, kissing her forehead with maddening gentleness.
"You're unreal," Aria mumbled, voice rough and raw.
Selene grinned. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Aria weakly smacked her arm. "You said just prove it. You didn't say you were going to wreck me."
"You wrecked yourself," Selene said smugly, trailing her fingers down Aria's side. "I was just… encouraging."
Aria snorted, curling tighter into her chest. "You're evil."
"I'm efficient."
"You're lucky I like that."
Selene kissed the top of her head. "You love it."
Aria didn't argue.
Because she did.
Because somehow, under all the teasing and licking and torment — Selene still made her feel wanted. Worshipped. Like she was worth chasing across timelines and dimensions. And for the first time in too long, Aria didn't feel afraid of being loved like that.
She just felt warm.
Or at least… warmer than usual, considering Selene was still freezing to the touch.
They lay tangled in each other, the blanket kicked halfway off, Aria's bare legs hooked around Selene's hip. The silence between them was soft now. Not tense. Just… comfortable.
Selene ran a thumb over Aria's lips.
"You really weren't sneaking off, huh?" she whispered.
Aria kissed her thumb, cheeks still pink. "No. I was just overwhelmed."
Selene smiled. "Good. I want you overwhelmed. I want you soaked. I want you right here, begging."
"You're impossible," Aria whispered, but she was already leaning in again — already letting Selene kiss her until she forgot her own name.
Because the apocalypse could wait.
For now, Selene had her little flame exactly where she wanted her.
And Aria? Aria wasn't running anymore.
Not from this.
Not from her.
Not from the way her own body still shivered when Selene whispered her name like a promise in the dark.
Aria's breath caught, her voice barely a whisper. "Did… did I prove it?"
Selene's smirk deepened, the cold gleam in her eyes teasing and unreadable. "No," she said softly. "I want more."
"I… I don't—no more, please," Aria stammered, but Selene's leg pressed firmly against hers, keeping her grounded, her hands gentle but firm on Aria's waist.
Selene's tongue flicked out with deliberate precision, cold and wet, tracing every secret place, licking just inside without crossing the delicate line. Aria's body arched involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips.
She squirmed, trying to pull away, but Selene held her gently, her fingertips steady and insistent.
And then—warmth flooded Aria's core, sudden and overwhelming. Her body tensed, breath hitching as waves of pleasure crashed through her, soaking Selene's face in the process.
Aria gasped, wide-eyed and trembling. "Oh—oh my God, I'm coming."
Selene pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a faint, knowing smile tugging at her lips. Inside, a secret amused smirk played across her thoughts — only Elara had ever made Aria squirt like this before, with a fierce intensity that left her melting. That global icon always claimed Aria was possessive, clingy even, but Selene loved knowing this quiet, unspoken truth — and she wasn't about to tell Aria.
Aria panted, overwhelmed by the sensation, not yet aware that Selene's lips had found her nipple, latching on gently with cold suction. She squirmed, letting out a low moan.
"I—I just came," she breathed, voice a mixture of disbelief and wonder.
Selene's fingers slid down to her clit, rubbing slow, patient circles, while her mouth continued its teasing nibbling and sucking. The cold contrast only deepened Aria's pleasure.
"More," Selene murmured, her voice both command and invitation. "I want all of you."
Aria whimpered softly, hips bucking in time with the rhythm of Selene's touch. "Please… harder…"
Selene obliged, her touch firm but loving, every move designed to draw out every gasp, every shudder. She slipped one finger inside, careful not to break the delicate barrier, teasing and coaxing, while her lips left tiny, teasing bites along Aria's skin.
Aria's moans grew louder, more urgent, a sweet mixture of want and surrender.
"Harder… more… I want —" she gasped, barely able to finish her sentence.
Selene's grin was wicked, the cold ice of her presence balanced perfectly by the heat of their connection. When Aria's second orgasm hit, fierce and pulsing, she nuzzled against Selene's cool cheek, breathless and spent.
"I'm yours," Aria whispered, voice raw.
Selene's kiss was slow, possessive, the promise of more to come.
Selene grinned against her skin. "God, you're adorable when you're flustered."
"I'm not flustered," Aria snapped, trying to sit up, dragging the blanket with her. It didn't help. She was still very naked, very exposed, and very much being watched by someone who already knew how she looked at her most desperate.
Selene propped herself up on one elbow, the blanket sliding down to reveal her bare shoulder and collarbone — annoyingly perfect and completely unaffected by the cold air. Her forest - green eyes caught Aria's, sharp and impossible to look away from.
"You regret it?" she asked, and for once there was no teasing in her voice.
Aria blinked. "What?"
"Last night, the last time and now. Us. Do you regret it?"
Aria stared at her, lips parted. "No. I don't — I just…"
Selene waited, patient but still too close, her presence overwhelming without even trying.
"It's not regret," Aria said finally. "It's just… I didn't think it would feel like that. I didn't think I would feel like this."
Selene's expression softened, but only a little. "Like what?"
"Like I can't breathe unless you're touching me," Aria admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like everything about you is dangerous and I want more anyway."
Selene's fingers brushed against Aria's jaw, tilting her face gently. Her touch was cool but precise, like everything she did. "You finally let yourself want something," she murmured. "Don't go running from it now."
"I'm not used to this."
"I know." Selene leaned in again, her lips brushing Aria's once. "That's why I'm not letting you leave."
Aria melted into the kiss without meaning to, her fingers clutching the edge of the comforter as if that could protect her from how wrecked Selene made her feel. She didn't push for more. Didn't deepen it. Just held her there — slow, cold, devastating.
When she pulled back, Selene smirked. "Still want to stretch?"
Aria blinked, dazed. "Huh?" "We just did "
"Yoga, remember?"
Aria groaned and buried her face in the pillow again. "Shut up."
Selene flopped back onto the comforter, arms behind her head, the image of smug satisfaction. "Nope. You're mine now, and I'm allowed to tease."
Aria peeked out from under the blanket. "You don't get to claim me just because we —"
"Oh, I claimed you the second you moaned my name last night," Selene interrupted. "You were the one pulling me closer, remember?"
Aria let out a strangled sound and covered her entire face.
Selene rolled closer again, pressing her cool hand over Aria's heart. "You're warm all the time. Do you know that?"
Aria peeked at her, confused. "Because I'm part succubus?"
"No," Selene murmured. "Because you're you."
That shut her up.
For a long moment, the only sound was their breathing and the faint wind whistling through broken window panes. Aria rested her hand over Selene's, their fingers tangled.
"I wasn't trying to sneak away," Aria said softly.
Selene nodded. "I know. But next time, just stay. You don't have to run anymore."
Aria looked at her, unsure how she'd gone from flustered to entirely undone in under ten minutes.
She was still scared. Still didn't know what this meant. But Selene didn't press, didn't demand more. She just stayed there, cold and quiet and solid, like she wasn't going anywhere.
Aria sighed. "Fine. But I'm still doing actual stretching later."
Selene smirked. "Only if I get to watch."
Aria flopped back against the comforter, dragging the blanket higher up to her chin, her blush still lingering. Selene rolled onto her side, hand casually resting over Aria's stomach now, like she belonged there. She did. That was the problem.
"You're staring again," Aria muttered, eyes still on the ceiling.
"Can you blame me?" Selene replied smoothly. "You're blushing like I didn't already see you shaking spreading your legs while I taste you."
Aria groaned. "You're evil."
"You knew that before you crawled into my lap."
"That was — that was a moment."
"A moment where you begged."
Aria tossed a pillow over Selene's face with a muffled squeak.
Selene just laughed and let it fall to the side. Her silver hair was tousled now, spilling across the blanket like moonlight, and she looked way too satisfied with herself. There was no guilt in her expression. Just fondness. Hunger too, but a quieter kind — like she'd finally tasted something she'd been starving for and was content to savor it slow now.
"You always do that," Aria said after a beat.
"Do what?"
"Look at me like you're memorizing me."
Selene tilted her head. "Maybe I am."
"Why?"
"Because in this version of the world, you actually let me touch you."
That made Aria pause. "You keep saying that. Like there was another me."
"There was." Selene didn't flinch. "In another time. Another version of all this."
Aria turned to face her fully, brows drawing together. "What happened to her?"
Selene's lips pressed into a flat line. "She died."
The silence stretched, thick and fragile.
"I'm not her," Aria whispered.
"I know. And I don't want you to be." Selene's hand moved up to brush along her jaw again. "But you're still mine."
That part of her — the part that used to flinch at being claimed — didn't flinch this time. It just ached. Aria leaned into the touch without thinking, her skin warming instantly where their skin touched. Selene's cold didn't bother her. Not when she felt this safe.
Not when her body still remembered every chill, every kiss, every place Selene had marked with lips and tongue and teeth.
"I don't know what we are," Aria admitted quietly.
"We're whatever you want to be," Selene said, inching closer again. "But I'm not going anywhere. You woke something up lat time."
"Like what?"
"Like need. Like purpose." Selene kissed her shoulder, slow, cool lips brushing along heated skin. "Like maybe all the stuff I survived was just so I could find you again."
Aria didn't know what to say to that. So she didn't. She just turned into Selene's arms, burying her face into her neck, letting that strange chill settle over her skin like armor. It was oddly comforting. Grounding.
Selene let her stay there, fingers tracing the length of Aria's spine in slow, teasing lines.
"You still want to run?" Selene asked eventually.
"No," Aria admitted, muffled. "But I still feel stupid for panicking."
"You panicked because you care," Selene said simply. "That's not stupid. That's just human."
Aria blinked against her collarbone. "And what are you?"
"Something that doesn't feel warm unless you're pressed against me."
Aria groaned into her neck. "That's unfair. Why are you allowed to say stuff like that?"
Selene laughed. "Because I'm cold and charming."
"No, you're cold and smug."
"And you love it."
Aria didn't argue.
She didn't have to.