Open Heart One Shots (Choices)

Sex and Pizza (NSFW)

Summary: There's nothing quite like sex for working up an appetite.

City lights twinkled as dusk finally settled across the Boston skyline. The couple on the king-sized bed was too lost in each other to notice how neon lights sparkled against the dark blue waters of the bay or the dark, wispy clouds lazily floating across the late summer sky.

Cassie playfully dodged Ethan's attempt to catch her, not that she was trying hard. Undeterred, he pursued with an uncharacteristic boyish grin plastered across his face, his blue eyes sparkling with joy.

She liked this carefree side of him, so different from the man she'd met a year ago. Her eyes filled with amusement as her fingers trailed along his sides. She'd recently discovered he was ticklish there, and the opportunity was too good to miss.

Sensing her intent, he gripped her hand in his, and they rolled across the bed, limbs tangling. His deeper chuckle mingled with her lighter laugh.

He rose above her, one lock of dark brown hair falling roguishly across his forehead. Before she could guess his intentions, he swooped down to tickle her, causing her to burst into another round of uncontrollable giggles.

"Gotcha!" he declared triumphantly as his hands caught her waist.

"Not so fast," Cassie teased, twisting away but not too hard, allowing him to pull her back against his chest.

When her back met his front, she felt surrounded by his warmth, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. He wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her snugly.

Ethan nuzzled into her neck, placing soft, wet kisses that made her squirm and laugh even more.

"No fair," she managed between giggles, her hands reaching back to tangle in his dark, slightly tousled hair.

"Now you want to argue fairness, Rookie," Ethan countered playfully, his voice a soft rumble against her ear.

Cassie yelped as he lightly bit the top of her ear. His knuckles brushed the underside of her breasts, cupping them in his palms.

Her skin flushed as he trailed one hand down her belly, those clever fingers teasing her lower lips. Her breath snagged when he slipped one finger inside her, his thumb thrumming the sensitive nub at the top of her sex.

Her moans echoed off the walls, her hips rocking against his hand, wanting more.

"Surrender?" he taunted, but his actions betrayed his words as his touch gentled.

He released his hold, turned her around to face him, and sat her on his lap. Cassie's arms circled his neck, tugging him closer as she peppered playful kisses across his cheeks and lips.

Laughter rumbled in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her beneath him. Her legs fell to the sides, cradling him between her hips, the tip of his penis nudging her entrance.

Ethan traced the lines of her face gently with his fingers, his touch tender and filled with affection.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"And you can be incredibly silly in bed. Who knew?" Cassie replied with a smile, pulling him down for another kiss.

Ethan's hand brushed a lock of hair from Cassie's face, tucking it behind her ear. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to pause; the air charged with electricity. He sank inside her, inch by slow inch, wanting to prolong the heightened feelings they elicited in each other.

Cassie's hips rose to meet him, beckoning him closer, and he thrust deep. The room was filled with the sound of their passion and the rustling of sheets as they moved in harmony, bodies writhing and bucking as they pushed each other over the edge.

The sound of the doorbell on his phone jarred them out of their post-sex haze.

"Who the hell is that?" Ethan cursed at the interruption and lifted his weight off Cassie.

He reached for the cell phone he habitually kept on the bedside table, only to pause when it wasn't there.

"Pizza." Cassie propped herself up on her elbows, her hair fanning around her face.

"Christ! I forgot about that."

"I didn't," Cassie chuckled. "I'm hungry, and you did promise me dinner."

"They have lousy timing," he gripped, swinging his legs off the bed.

Ethan padded to the middle of the room, where his pants had landed. The path from the living to the bedroom was littered with their clothes. He spied Cassie's panties hanging off the doorknob and wondered how they'd ended up there.

He checked the security app on his phone and buzzed the pizza delivery person in.

"Au contraire," Cassie giggled. "They have perfect timing. Five minutes earlier, and..."

She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, a mischievous grin hovering on her lips as her eyes trailed down his body.

"Good point."

Ethan grabbed his wallet off the floor and started for the living room.

"Put some pants on, babe," Cassie called out, laughter in her voice. "Unless you're planning to give the delivery guy an extra special tip."

Grumbling, Ethan turned around, picked his pants up off the floor and slipped them on, buttoning but not zipping the front close.

He reached the front door just as the knock sounded. He held the pizza box in one hand and settled the bill with his other, ignoring how the delivery woman ogled his bare chest.

Shoving the door shut with his foot, he carried the pizza to the kitchen island just as Cassie walked in wearing his shirt. She had rolled up the long sleeves and buttoned the middle, leaving the top two buttons undone.

Damn, she looked good. He wondered if he could persuade her to have pizza later.

Much, much later, he smirked as she climbed on the kitchen stool, and the edge of the shirt fell away to reveal the silky skin of her thighs.

"Ugh, I have total sex hair." Cassie combed her fingers through her hair to tame it into semblance.

"You look good enough to eat," Ethan quipped, pouring Chianti into stemless wine glasses.

Cassie sipped her wine and leered lasciviously over the rim of the glass. "Nice try, but right now, I want pizza. You can have me for dessert."

Ethan shrugged goodnaturedly and turned around to take plates from the kitchen cabinet. Cassie waved them away and picked up a slice straight from the box.

"Hot, hot, hot," she panted, taking the first bite. The melted cheese hit the roof of her mouth, and she moaned as flavors exploded on her tongue. "There's nothing quite like pizza after stupendous sex."

Deciding to go with the flow, Ethan returned the plates and grabbed a slice. It was really good pizza, he thought, chewing thoughtfully. Or maybe Cassie was right. It was the sex that made this pie that much better.

Sex and pizza and Cassie. Now, that was a delicious combination.