OC: Aeta, curious, somewhat shy
That afternoon it rained. Torrents of water came rushing over the roof like little waterfalls. The trickling sound of its passing was utterly wiped out by the larger, more daunting sound of heavy water pelting the glass windows. It was a symphony of nature.
The rain brought cool relief in the height of summer. The week had been sweltering hot and lonely. Antonio had gone to Paris to see Francis and Gilbert, and Aeta had been pleased at the prospect of being alone for a little while, but even she had to admit that it had gotten old pretty quickly. So in a fit of abandon she threw the porch door open and propped it up with a kitchen chair. Standing in the doorway with the overcast sky and the sounds of busy, angry rain bulleting down around her, she felt her loneliness drip away with the rain. And then she decided to do something she hadn’t done in a long time. She got out her paints and started painting.
It was in this way that Antonio eventually found her, nearly two hours later. It was still deluging and he had just gotten back from Madrid, where he had landed at the airport. As he drove toward his home, he was amazed at the sheer force of the storm and a little excited too, for he loved the rain and hadn’t seen it in a while. His love for the rain, however, was drown out by his love for someone else the moment he stepped out of his car.
He saw Aeta quite clearly, sitting in the ring of light that the kitchen provided as it spun out onto the porch. She had a canvas propped before her and was wearing a long chiffon skirt that he would love to get his hands under. He stood for a moment in the rain, staring at the way her slender wrist flickered over the canvas, directing the paintbrush with a grace that made him strangely aroused in all this hectic weather.
His fingers twitched around his luggage. He wanted to kiss that wrist, trace the veins beneath the skin with his tongue, drag that hand down to his trousers and squeeze those fingers around his cock. He suddenly wanted to do many things of that nature, but then Aeta’s eyes crashed into his and she stood quickly, exclaiming, “Antonio! What are you doing, standing in the rain like that?!”
Imagining you bare with water dripping down that glorious skin, he thought with a leering smirk. The week he’d spent with his two rather lecherous friends had made him much more susceptible to heady desires. He was twitching just thinking about it and couldn’t stop imagining pushing her over the edge of that railing and taking her from behind. Not gentle. He’d be hard, rough and callous. Desperate with desire for her as he’d been for days. He doubted she’d mind –
“Come on, Antonio,” Aeta called, raising her eyebrows as she wondered why he was just standing there in the middle of this pouring rain. He was staring at her with an odd look in his eyes, but at this distance and in this dark gray atmosphere, she couldn’t see the emotions that captured him. Just as well, Antonio thought, and lifted his luggage up, closed his car door, and stepped toward the porch. The moment he was within reach, Aeta took his bag from him and frowned.
“You’re soaking wet!” she complained, though wasn’t really angry and he knew it. She’d missed him. No matter how nice it was to have a few days of solitude, the lack of his presence in the house had made her feel cold and empty.
Antonio smiled and leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek. She immediately giggled and tried to swat him away, but he was a tempest that couldn’t be stopped. A moment later, he had gathered her into his arms and was kissing her furiously, with a force that Aeta hadn’t expected. She desperately clung to him, waiting with baited, frozen breath for him to pause. When he did, it was merely to lower his mouth to her neck.
“You’re getting my clothes all wet,” she whispered haltingly. Her voice might’ve been another complaint if she had the mind for it, but her love for him was welling up inside all her cracks and sliding through all her barriers. At once she felt whole, and that was a very beautiful feeling.
“I think I have a way to deal with that,” Antonio murmured playfully, licking the shell of her ear and enjoying the way she shivered into him. He began to tug at her shirt, desperate to feel skin. She allowed him, unconcerned about doing this on the porch. The house was half a mile from the road, buried in a little wooded area, and there were no neighboring houses for at least a mile in all directions. They were safe from prying eyes, and besides, Aeta had other things to think about. Like the way Antonio was finally thrusting her shirt away and descending upon her breasts.
She hadn’t bothered putting a bra on that morning since she wasn’t planning on going out. And since the house was so isolated she didn’t think it would be a big deal, walking around without one. Had she known that Antonio would be returning today, she might’ve decided to put one on. Though truth be told, he seemed extremely pleased to find that she was bared so easily for him. He was grinning mischievously as he touched her, and Aeta blushed.
She glanced around and murmured, “Antonio…shouldn’t we go inside…?” Yes, the house was isolated. Yes it was down pouring like Armageddon itself was descending upon the earth. But that didn’t necessarily mean that no one was walking through the woods and might stumble upon them at any moment.
Antonio seemed less concerned. His tongue was rather distracted with her breast, but after a moment of his ministrations he pulled away and looked down at her calmly. “There is no one out here but you and me and the rain, mi amor.” 
Aeta wasn’t convinced though. Spain was such a free spirit, and she loved that about him, but it was harder for her to surrender so easily to such simple emotions. She frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but Antonio rushed in to kiss her and a moment later she was at his mercy.
He shoved her gently against the railing, mouth moving with a furious intent over hers. His tongue raced over every inch of her mouth that he could reach, rubbing over hers tantalizingly, tracing the line of her teeth. But what really took her breath away was the way his knee pushed itself between her legs, making room for his hips to nestle there. And the way his erection moved against her pelvis was enough to make her lose all her arguments in one fell swoop.
She sunk against him, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. A moment later he paused from his furious kiss and looked straight into her eyes, “I want to see you covered in this rain.” His hips rubbed deliciously over hers. Shifting her thighs further apart, Antonio lifted them up slightly and crushed his erection against her core. Aeta clutched him tightly and bit her lip to halt her moan. But she couldn’t stop her next moan, not when her playful lover bent and began to roughly massage her breasts, pushing them together and kneading them with those skilled, quick fingers. He rested his forehead against hers and murmured, “Will you let me fuck you like this, amor?”
She melted. With a desperate moan, her head fell back and Antonio took the opportunity to press kisses over the stretch of her neck. He chuckled and whispered, “I suppose that means yes? That you want me to take you out here, in this rain, that you want to feel the water soaking your skin.”
Aeta wasn’t sure what she wanted, only that it had something to do with the hardness between her lover’s legs, and the ache between hers. It also had something to do with getting some of these annoying clothes off. She frowned impatiently and whined, “Antonio, it’s been an entire week and I don’t want to wait anymore.”
His eyes flashed and he smirked. Of course he did: he always enjoyed seeing this more impatient side of his normally patient lover. Always liked to watch her fray and unravel for him. “Oh?” he wondered, peering down at her with that mischievous smirk painted across his face, “And what do you want me to do first, amor?”
His fingers drifted to the hem of her jeans, but Aeta only glowered at him and said, “I want you to take that damned shirt off!” She leaned forward to slip her fingers beneath the hem and muttered, “Let me see your skin, Antonio.” And he shivered, because her voice was creased with a passion that made him crazy, and he could only watch as she roughly removed his damp shirt.
His eyes were dark and impatient as well, after that. He swallowed thickly and nodded, murmuring a determined, “Mmm…your turn next.” And he stepped back, immediately slipping his fingers into her jeans and hastily pulling them away, eager to strip their clothes away and bare themselves to each other. Aeta was just as eager, and she kicked the jeans off quickly before helping him with his.
Without clothes to protect them from the weather, it was chilly. They curled around each other without thought, and Antonio chuckled. He allowed his hands to wander over her revealed skin, pressing against her rear and dragging his fingers up her spine indulgently. She sighed against him and shifted her hips, reminding him of the fact that he was startlingly hard, and she was just as ready to take him inside her. She was soaking, and not just from the rain.
With a low moan, Antonio tested this with two enthusiastic fingers. The moment he traced her clit, Aeta shivered into him and sighed, eyes fluttering closed and breathing his name. He swallowed at her reaction, then took his cock and traced the tip along her clit next.
Aeta moaned, a whimpered sort of sound that hinted at her arousing desires, and whispered, “God, Antonio…don’t tease me. I need you so badly…” Her hips jerked against his member and he chuckled breathlessly, thrusting his pelvis and enjoying the feel of her heat scorching over his length.
“Mmm…” he groaned, but ultimately had to agree with her. He was so hard that it almost hurt. They could take their time with each other later, once the urgency of their desire had been sated. But for now all he wanted was to sink inside her and remind himself why he was so in love with her. So a moment later, he heaved her legs up and pushed her against the wood railing, then slid inside her. Aeta tightly clenched her legs around his waist and wrapped one arm around his neck. The other hand slammed into the railing behind her in an attempt to give herself some stability in the wake of Antonio’s thrusts…which did not wait for her.
His passion and desire for her was strong enough that he couldn’t possibly help himself. He wasn’t often a selfish lover, but today it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t stop himself from starting off at a fast, deep pace. All he could do was brace his body against hers and shift his hips as if his life depended upon it. And in that moment, it felt as if it did, because the thought of being anywhere else was stifling in its aversion.
Aeta clung to him, not complaining at the harsh pace. In truth it was exactly what they both needed after their brief absence of each other. Their intimacy was usually softer, gentler, less caustic. But today they wanted to be full of the other: so full that they would burst from the brilliance of their coupling.
“Ahh, Antonio…!” she tried to buck her hips forward but it was difficult to do in this position. Antonio only buried his face against her neck and threw himself further into the passion. The short, breathless moans that escaped her lips made him more and more delirious. He prided himself on his self control when it came to this sort of thing, but said control was slipping dangerously low. He would make it up to her later. For now all he could do was hope that he lasted longer than he thought he would.
“Amor, I don’t think I – nnmng!” his teeth clenched down hard and he stared down at Aeta with wide eyes. She’d finally found a good position in this haphazard joining. By leaning back a little, she could rest most of her weight on her elbows and upper body, and free up her legs. This new found power was not thrown away lightly: she began to move her hips in circular motions, shifting her inner muscles around his length. It was obviously more arousing that Antonio was prepared for, because after only moments of this new, exquisite torture, his wide eyes narrowed with a desperate pleasure.
He gasped, “If you keep doing that – “
“You’ll what?” Aeta asked, and stopped the movements teasingly. He growled, panting heavily. His chest rose and fell quickly and his thrusts turned shallower. It wasn’t nearly as pleasurable without her movements and he deliriously murmured, “No, no…keep doing it. Keep going…feels too good…” Aeta smirked victoriously, and he nearly cried out in relief when she shifted her hips again.
His orgasm was unfurling very quickly inside him and he pressed his face into her hair, desperately trying to stave it off. With her hips moving in that coy, wicked way, it was easier said than done. But Aeta seemed to know what was going on, and she whispered and soft, “Let go, Antonio…I want you to come.”
His eyes locked with hers. With a grunt of disapproval, he muttered, “No way - !” But she only leaned in to press her mouth against his, cutting his words off and increasing the motions of her hips. It was all too much, too much for him to hold back, and with a moan Antonio felt himself burst without warning. His lips broke away from hers but their foreheads remained pressed together as their hips flew and crashed. His breathing turned into shallow gasps that hinted at his immense pleasure, and yet at the same time he was not pleased. Not at all.
“You…didn’t come,” he panted, leaning heavily against her and the railing for fear of toppling over. His muscles felt weak, melted almost, and her combined weight on him only made him shakier. He turned to her with sharp eyes and Aeta smiled, tilted her head, and said cheekily, “You’ll fix that soon, won’t you?” And his eyes darkened. Oh yes, he most certainly would.
With a grunt, he pushed away from the railing, slipping his arms around Aeta’s waist and bringing her with him. They hung there together for a brief moment, like two stars hanging in atmospheric debris, and then Antonio began to step slowly toward the opened porch door. He grinned and said, “I’d like nothing more than to – “ then with a cry of surprise, Antonio slipped on a wet spot on the polished wood and sent them both toppling to the floor in a heap of tangled, sore limbs…though not without first knocking over the easel and canvas painting that Aeta had spent the afternoon working on. It landed paint-first right on top of them.
Silence cascaded dreadfully around them. And then Aeta suddenly began to laugh. She pushed the painting off of them and looked down at Antonio, who lay in all his naked glory with blue and green paint streaking over his abdomen. He chuckled too and asked slowly, “Are you okay?” But it was clear she was, and so was the painting, and Aeta shrugged and said, “Nothing a hot shower won’t fix.”
Then, teasingly, she dips her finger against the canvas and proceeds to drag it playfully across his cheek with a smirk. His mouth opens in mock outrage and he sits up, curls his arms around her waist and rolls her onto her back. She explodes into laughter and the sound of it drowns out even the rain, which still patters heavily down around them.
“I missed you,” she heard Antonio whisper as he buried his nose into her neck. And she wrapped her arms around his paint smeared body, comfortable even on the floor of the hard, wet porch, and decided that love was a strange thing. But it was also something she would not do without, especially if in entailed more of these haphazard and sinfully surreal moments, where the world seemed to stop just for them.
 mi amor … my love