The Exchange

Chapter 36- Embrasse-moi

Hehe I decided to add a lil saucy suprise (*insert cheeky devil face) ;) so just remember to thank me later...
Warning: This chapter contains mature sexual content! And drug usage!

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Yet another evening had slowly begun to descend on the quiet town. Street lamps clicked on illuminating empty winding roads and people locked up their doors ready for the beckoning night.

After finishing their usual family dinner (plus Julien) everyone had slowly dissipated around the house, anxious to do their own thing. Plates had been washed and stacked to the side of the sink. Bellies were full. Ben had finished his bath and had been put to bed. 

Once everything seemed in order Annette had floated out to the patio to enjoy an evening of fine wine, Chet Bakers jazzy songs and some good gossip with an old friend. 

In the house all was quiet except a faint noise, which if followed would take you to the closed door of the guest bedroom. And if you placed an ear to this door you would be greeted by the muffled giggles belonging to Sasha and Julien.

Lying on the floor, Sasha was just finishing telling a funny story and watched with glee as Julien burst out in laughter. His chocolate-curls sprung about as he bobbed his head. 

She had crept into his room earlier while her mother had been otherwise occupied and the usual pink glow that covered her cheeks whenever she was around Julien had already taken effect.

Positioned with her belly on the floor and cradling her chin in her hands Sasha smiled to herself. They'd had a pretty good day together, she thought and it was beginning to feel like he had always been there with them. 

Compared to their rocky start it seemed so much easier now. And it was these special moments that she looked forward to every day. 

These moments when it was just the two of them chuckling at random shit and they didn't have to worry about the world outside. Here they stayed in their own little bubble where nothing could touch them. She never wanted it to end!

Sitting just across from her Julien was busy rolling a spliff and his expression was now that of someone in deep concentration. Licking his thumb he pinched the paper together until it formed the classic cone shape before holding it out to admire his work.

As he looked up he caught Sasha admiring him and flashed her a grin.

"What's that smile for? The spliff or me?"

Sasha scooched further towards him and playfully tugged at one his curls, "I'm just happy", she said. 

Julien held her stare a little longer before bending forward and placing a kiss on her nose. 

"Me too", he said, "I really did not think I would meet someone like you when I came to England. But it's been a great surprise!".

Sasha giggled, "You're telling me! I just thought you would be another annoying exchange that I would have to share the house with". 

Standing up, Julien stretched his arms into the air cracking his back and began to walk over to the window. Hooking his fingers under the frame he pushed it open so a cool breeze entered the room. Then he turned around with a devilish look on his face.

"Shall we smoke, ma cherie?" 

Sasha hummed considering the tempting proposition, before sitting up and reaching out to take the spliff. 

"Annette won't be too happy if she knows we're smoking in here", she commented, "but we'll just have to be careful".

Successfully retrieving a lighter from his pocket Julien returned to his seat on the floor and sparked the spliff which was now sitting comfortably between Sasha's lips. 

"If she gets upset, I'll take the blame", he promised, "hopefully the open window will help stop the smell".

Taking the first inhale Sasha closed her eyes before letting out a cloud of purplish smoke. 

"How did you get hash over on the plane?", she questioned passing the spliff back to Julien.

He took a long puff before answering.

"I  could tell you, but then I would have to kill you".

Sasha rolled her eyes at his joke, noticing a cheeky look spread over his face. 

 "Want to shotgun?" he asked, moving nearer her. She eyed him suspiciously.

"What's that?" 

"Like this", Julien said taking another inhale and leaning his head a millimeter from hers. The world seemed to slow down as he came closer and Sasha could feel her heartbeat pumping faster and faster in her chest. Turning his head so their noses brushed against each other she felt the heat of his breath on her face... and just as his lips touched hers he stopped.

A second passed.

Then he began to slowly exhale the sweet smoke so it filled her mouth.

Sasha pulled back, her head dizzy as though in a trance. The feel of Julien's almost-kiss still played at her lips.

He gave her a smile, "See, it's nice". 

Sasha swallowed, "Can I try?"

He nodded, eagerly holding the spliff out for her to take.

Pinching it, Sasha copied Julien's actions and after sucking in the smoke she moved towards him, winding a hand around the back of his head to keep him in place. He gazed at her intently, waiting for their lips to meet.

Blowing out the drag of hash into his mouth, she began to move away from him but before she could Julien gripped her arm in place and merged his lips against hers. 

Smoke streamed around their faces as their kiss deepened and as if by instinct they moved closer together.  Julien's arms cradled Sasha's waist, as he brought her onto his lap. She happily obliged, her arms travelling up his back and over his biceps. She didn't stop until she was fully straddling him and his head was tipped back, his lips still submerged in their kiss. 

Sasha moaned as Julien sucked her bottom lip feeling his hands switch from grabbing her thighs to her ass. Eager for more she shifted positions so she was now grinding on top of him, suppressing a smile as she heard him groan from beneath her. 

Pulling away for a second Julien held her in his arms, staring up at her with the a look that made her insides melt and a thousand butterflies erupt in her stomach . 

"I've been thinking about this ever since that night in the field", he whispered.

Sasha nodded breathlessly, "Me too".

Julien traced his fingers over her back before tangling them in her hair, "You don't even know the kind of things I want to do to you".

At these words Sasha felt her stomach lurch. 

"I think I'd like those things too", she sighed.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the throbbing between her legs. The series of images racing through her head in that moment were less than holy and made her toes curl. 

The night in the field had been amazing, and allowing this French God to touch her all over and make her feel that good wasn't going to be leaving her mind anytime soon. But now she wanted to return the favour. She desperately wanted to see him come undone just as he had done for he. It got her hot fantasising about his face contorting in pleasure as she dominated his brain and body. The uncontrollable spasms of his muscles as she brought him over the edge.