Watch Me

So this is a two part thing, I just got into the show and Alek is undeniably sexy and hello british accent baby! Anyways, there is no m-rated stuff for him (tear face) so I decided to add the first. :)

Her eyes glared into his. "Stop watching me.", she said in a hard tone. He almost sighed, giving her a look that made her feel more like a toddler than a teenager. "You know I can't do that.", he said softly, trying his best to sooth her anger away. Her temper flared even more at his passive tone. She couldn't stand the way he treated her like glass. Chloe gave Alek one last parting glare before turning and storming away.

Later that night Chloe lay on her bed, starring up at the ceiling. Her body burned with anger, how dare he think that her life was an open book to him. Uniter or not, she didn't like that he was aware of her every movement twenty-four-seven. She threw her fists down onto her bed. She could almost sense his smirk from somewhere outside her window at her frustration. God that smirk. How it could infuriate her so much, yet tempt her even more to lean forward to kiss it off of him she'd never know. Chloe leaned up ever so slightly to check the time on her clock. The numbers 2:45am flashed in red back at her. She fell back against her pillow, doubting she would get any sleep tonight. It was all his fault. Keeping her awake if only because she could feel his presence so close. So close, and yet not as close as unfortunately some part of her brain wanted him to be. And suddenly she sat up, knowing exactly what she would do to get him back for her frustrations. He wanted to watch her? Fine. She'd give him something to watch.

Alek was comfortable with his body sprawled out on the tree branches outside Chloe's window. He had a perfect view of her bed from where he sat, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the scowl featured on her face or her tiny fists pounding against her comforter. What he wouldn't give to have her hands fisted in his hair while he pounded into her. His cock twitched in his jeans at the thought. Being Mai and having only a certain amount of people one could be intimate with certainly pent up one's sex drive. The things he could show her... He let his mind trail off, he would certainly have to fix the problem his imagination was causing him when he got back home, but for now he had a job to do.

Chloe lay still in bed, giving herself a few more seconds to ponder what she was about to do. The multitude of problems this could cause her ran through her head, but the benefits... She wondered if it might even cause Alek speechless for a few days. It was decided, she was going to do it. She stretched herself across her bed, the cat like resemblance not lost and her, and slowly brought her hands up to stomach. She lifted her shirt slowly, hopefully teasing Alek with the waiting he would need to do to see her shirt completely off. With all the teasing he had done, he at the very least deserved this.

Alek couldn't believe his eyes. Surely he was dreaming, that was it, he must have fallen asleep on the job and was dreaming. Valentina was going to have his head, but good god was it worth it. He watched as Chloe ever so slowly finished pulling her shirt over her head and practically moaned at the sight. She wasn't wearing a bra. He felt his cock stand at attention as her nipples did the same. Her window was open, and Alek had never been more grateful for the cool wind that night in his life. Her hands flinched slightly as she ran them up to her chest. If Chloe had stopped then, Alek wasn't sure if he could stop himself from jumping into her window and making her finish. His inner hunter's instincts growled at the possibilities but Alek forced himself to stay where he was. He had never wanted more than to just watch her.

Chloe trailed her hands over her breasts, trailing circles with her fingers around her already hard nipples. She couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. She could only imagine how much better it would feel if it were Alek doing these things to her and her panties dampened at the thought. She let herself picture him more as she went on touching herself. His fingers pinched her nipples and his hands running down the inside of her thighs. She wanted him to touch her, to feel how wet she was becoming, and more importantly, she wanted to touch him.

Alek's jeans had passed the 'way too tight to be comfortable' stage and had already headed into the 'jesus christ I think I can hear the seams splitting'. His one hand was wrapped tightly around a branch above his head and the other was pushing down hard on his erection. He could smell her, himself sitting in the tree and herself on the bed and yet he could still smell her arousal as if he was the one making it happen. He eyes which had previously been glued to her hands practically popped out of his head when he saw the wetness staining her pj bottoms. So wet... Alek licked his lips, his brain becoming fuzzy with want as he watched her tug her pajama bottoms down to her ankles and then return her hands to where they were most needed. He bit his lip, fighting for control over his lust only for it once again to spin rapidly in the wrong direction as she dipped two fingers inside her panties. Control. He needed to control himself. And then he heard it. Chloe couldn't have more than breathed it, but the sound was unmistakeable. "Alek!", Chloe moaned again as if to confirm what he had first heard. His control snapped, his eyes blackened, and Alek felt himself jump.