//Random Smut Scenes//

Studying Art By Moonlight

Lucia, an art curator for a museum, and Anders, the security are an unlikely pair, but when they get together one night in the museum, sparks fly and something blooms between them that is more beautiful than the art hanging around them.

TW:
This story contains edging, multiple orgasms, public sex (kinda :P) etc.
Read at own discretion...

"I still have some work to finish up, but I'll see you tomorrow," I said to my colleague over the phone, locking up the front door as the moonlight shone through the glass, illuminating the floor around me and casting eery shadows around the entrance hall.

I had just said goodbye and dropped the call when two hands gripped my hips, spinning me around and pressing my back to a wall. I looked up to see Anders's face looking down at me, the moonlight making his eyes glitter.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered. His voice was gruff, and yet I had never heard anything more soothing.

"It's okay," I whispered back, gently cupping his face.

He leaned into my hand, bright green eyes falling shut. His stubble tickled my palm, and I smiled up at him.

"We should probably head home," I said, his eyes opening again to meet mine.

I dropped my hand and wiggled out of his grip, heading in the direction of my office. But he grabbed my wrist, pulling me to his chest before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"First, let me see you under this moonlight."

"Seems someone was lonely today."

I smiled up at him, but he cupped my cheeks, leaning down until our noses touched, wiping my smile off my face as I gazed up at him.

"No, I just watched you walk around this gallery the entire day, looking like the most beautiful piece of art in here. And I can't believe I get to touch this piece of art. So I have to convince myself that it is real... if you'll let me..."

As answer, I raised up onto the balls of my feet, pressing my lips to his. As we kissed, his fingers slowly migrated over my cheeks and up into my hair, my hairclip disappearing in his grip and my long hair tumbling down my shoulders and back. His dominant hand slid into my hair, cupping my head and tilting it up to deepen the kiss. His other hand ran along my cheek, thumb brushing my skin ever so gently. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he gently took my hips, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him carry me somewhere. I pulled out of the kiss, tucking my head into the crook of his neck and basking in his intoxicating smell as I ran my fingers through his hair. He walked for a while before stopping, gently lowering me onto the floor.

"Close your eyes for me."

I did as he asked, his hand gently covering my eyes before he turned me around and pulled my back to his chest. His hands dropped down to my waist, gently brushing along my hips as he whispered in my ear for me to open my eyes. As I did, I gasped. The moonlight hit the chandelier in the room at the perfect angle, cascades of rainbow light seeming to have splashed onto every wall and surface. As I turned around, I saw some of the light on his face. I reached up my hand and traced along his skin, watching the light shift over my fingers. Until my fingertips met his lips. He gently kissed my fingertips before leaning down and kissing me gently. 

His movements were slow and soft as he dragged his fingers down from my shoulders, over my back and down to my hips before gently taking my shirt and untucking it. Torturously slow, his hands started unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers warm on my skin. His lips kept moving against mine, making my head spin. When he unbuttoned my shirt, he slowly started pulling it down my shoulders. I let go of his shirt where I was clutching it, letting him drag my shirt off my body before his hands found my bare upper body. His fingertips danced over every piece of skin he could touch, pulling out of the kiss to press his forehead to mine. His breath was erratic and shallow, almost as if he was desperate to touch me, but holding himself back for my sake.