Unfaithful
by Apple-chan

Disclaimer: Heh. You know it's not mine, so we've got nothing to talk about.

HaoXJeanneXLyserg. A wife, her husband, and her lover. Their feelings, their actions...and the consequences that follow. Rated R for sordidly graphic sexual and adult content. Rating might go up if I don't watch myself.



Prologue: Adultery


His eyes roved lazily across the silky-smooth naked form of the silvery-blue haired woman on his bed as she contemplated with her thoughts in silence, visibly pondering on whether she should stay, or go.

He lighted a stick of cigar on his bedside table and placed it in his mouth, all the while still observing her out of the corner of his eye.

She inclined her head slightly, glaring at him and at the cigar. "If you don't get rid of that, I'll never let you touch me again."

"Really." He smirked. "...And is that supposed to scare me? Come now, Jeanne-sama." He reluctantly extinguished the lighted end of the cigar on a nearby ashtray and moved closer to her. "We both know that, cigar or no, you can't possibly survive without me for even just a single, solitary day." He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck, his breath warm against her ear as his tongue tasted her soft skin hungrily.

She shifted away from him, resisting the urge to pull his head towards her and allow him to kiss more than just her neck. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I'm not." Undaunted, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her against his naked chest, his yearning for her still very much evident as his thrusting hardness pressed near her backside. "I'm merely stating fact." He nibbled on her ear slightly as he raised his hands up to cup her breasts. "You do want this...don't you?" He squeezed her nipple lightly, making her gasp and throw her head back.

"Yes I do, but...dammit Hao," she breathed out sharply. "I have to go home," she moaned in protest as he continued his ministrations, even as she shifted in his arms so that they were facing each other and devoured his mouth in a kiss. "This is the last time, alright? And we should make this quick."

He kissed her back, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth, tangling with hers. "What's the rush?" He muttered silkily as he clasped her hips and slowly lowered her onto his rigid shaft, pausing until the tip of his manhood was touching her opening, making sure she was completely ready for him before swiftly entering her, melding their bodies in the most essential of joinings. "...It's not like anyone's waiting for you."

"I'll never know, will I?" She replied breathlessly as she pushed him down on the bed, tossing her hair back as she rode on his shaft. "He might suddenly decide to go home early for a change, while I'm still awake..." she closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure as his hands moved up all over her body, possessing every single inch of her worshipfully as she pumped up and down on his erection. "...or maybe even when Liam's still awake...I mean--" her voice broke abruptly as his arms pulled her down on the bed and rolled over on top of her. "Hao, what--"

"Jeanne," Her lover interrupted as he thrust himself deeper inside her, groaning when her walls suddenly tightened. "...I'm not interested in whatever your husband suddenly decides to do, or not to do. So enough about him already." He accented his words with a roll of his hips. "Unless--" he quickly thrust up inside her again, and almost as quickly--he pulled out. "--you want me to stop?" His words ended in a growl.

"NO!" She shook her head vigorously, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and arching up against him. "I won't talk about him anymore. Just...don't do this. Don't stop. Please don't. I want this. I need this." She cried out in bliss as he gave in to her demands and entered her again. "Oh, GOD! Oh yes...Hao...please..."

His mouth found hers then, drowning out all her cries of pleasure as he gave her the rhythm that she so craved, the wondrous havoc that only he can give her...no one else.

Not even him.

As they both found the peak of their release, he held her against him, caressing her, and kissing her with all his being, all his worth.

And when it was all over, she pulled away from him, got up from the bed, and put on her clothes.

He watched her as she ran a brush through her hair and straightened out her dress. When she turned around to face him again, she looked as prim and as immaculate as she did when she had first set foot in his hotel room, two hours ago.

She took her coat from the rack and gave him a brief, casual nod. "Goodbye."

And with that, she was gone.

Out of his bed, and out of his life.

...Until the next time.



TSUZUKU.



End Notes:

Yep, another HXJXL. There will be no humor here whatsoever. This is a dark dark little fic, brainstormed amidst a bad bad mood. Was written out of my extreme desire to prove to myself that I can write something short and multi-part with a plot. So yeah, this is sort of like a challenge I set for myself.