Masquerade - a repost.

KUDOS AND THE BBC OWN ALL THINGS [SPOOKS]. I OWN THIS STORY AND ALL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

Masquerade

I made my way into the bar, I needed a drink after a long day – things at work were manic with one thing or another and I hadn't seen her in what seemed weeks. She was asleep when I finally made it home, and she'd been gone before I woke. Despite everything I did to get home to the woman I loved – something kept getting in the way.

I had no idea where she was tonight, I had tried her phone over and over and her office had no record of a late night shoot. My girl was avoiding me, and I didn't know why. At this precise moment all I wanted was a glass or ten of vodka then to pass out in my bed, I'd deal with the consequences tomorrow.

* * *

He caught my eye as I saw his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, stunning blue eyes taking me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I saw him move and then felt him. He was sitting in the bar stool next to me. The smell of expensive vodka and aftershave was all around me as he lent in and asked me my name.

'Eleanor, most people call me Elly though...'

He told me his name, Jack... and with that we sat talking for over an hour or so. Th drinks were flowing but we were both sober, just laughing and joking about everything and nothing. We were definitely flirting – the man was handsome, with dark hair and the brightest blue eyes I'd seen.

His hand was on my leg, and he leant in his breath hot against my neck, as I heard him ask me if I wanted to get out of there with him. I didn't do this, didn't go with a man I didn't know – but this man, Jack, there was something about him. I found myself nodding and taking his hand as he hailed a cab, my hand was in his and it seems to fit perfectly. Like we were made for one another.

In the back of the hackney our lips met in a passionate kiss, his hands wandering over up and down my arms, pulling my closer still. He had this pull on me and it was incredible, with every kiss I could feel my heart race.

We were in the hallway of his house, his hands were all over me, my own were pulling at his shirt – a sudden desperation to get near his skin, to see the man himself. I laughed as I heard his shirt rip and buttons bounce along the wooden floor, my fingers pulling the black fabric away. My breath caught as my eyes were drawn to the smooth skin and the soft line of dark hair on his stomach. All I wanted was to run my fingers over his skin, to feel him flinch away in pleasure, to see those eyes go dark with desire.

The fabric of the shirt fell to the floor as I felt the strong fingers on my back and the cool air hit me as the zip of my blue silk dress – I never wore dresses, and yet I had had to have this one. As it slid to the floor I realised it had now become my favourite piece of clothing. I shivered under his gaze.

'Gorgeous... beautiful... mine... tonight you're mine...'

His words made me weak with desire as he pushed me back against the wall, the cool of the plaster against my skin making me arch into the heat of the man before me. For one night I could lose myself and forget reality – it was just this tall dark blue eyed man and I.

My fingers slipped between us, tracing designs on his skin as I began to release each silver button on his jeans... I was taking my time and it was torture, his mouth was on my skin sucking and biting the tender flesh it was sweet torture, as he bit harder I shivered as his tongue flicked over the skin calming it with a tender touch. He was staring into my eyes, and I felt myself lose control as he caressed the side of my stomach, the soft pressure on my back pulling me ever closer to him. As I slipped the denim over his strong legs, I smiled at the man who was now biting his lip – my hands were roaming over his heated skin – enjoying the power I had over him as I firstly stroked then scratched at his back.

A deep carnal groan escaped his mouth before slamming me against the wall and lifting my legs around his waist. I wanted this man, I didn't care where or how... I just knew that I wanted him, to scream out his name as he brought me over and over the edge time and time again.

* * *

This girl, woman with her mesmerising eyes was like a drug to my system as I wrapped her legs around my waist and pinned her arms to the wall. I wanted to drown myself in her, lose myself within her heat. She was someone special, a woman who could capture your attention with a smile and she had done that.

I rotated my hips pushing against her and heard soft whimpers and moans escape her rose tinted lips... this woman was going to be my undoing... and I didn't care.

* * *

He was torturing me with every movement, I wanted him... needed him, to make me lose control at his touch. It seemed however that I was going to have to wait to feel him buried within me.. Instead his fingers were making their way down my body. I couldn't contain the whimpers and moans that escaped my lips as I felt his warm breath against my neck and my body responded to every kiss, every bite and caress he gave me. I was on fire and needed a release from the torment he was creating deep within my body, the smirk on his face and the glint his eyes told me this was far from over and I felt his large strong hands slide down my ribs. His thumbs rubbed my hips as his long fingers teased me by sliding between us and skimming over the one place I needed them, my own hand followed his and found it's home teasing the tingling and moist flesh.

Pulling my hand away I lost myself to the sensation as his fingers sped up their circular movement against the nub that had become so sensitive and my moans deepened at every movement. My muscles tightened and I felt the small explosion release within me, he wasn't going to stop though, he took me through that first orgasm into another dipping one then two fingers within my pulsating heat and grazing my breast with his teeth. His warm breath against my skin as he urged me to lose control over and over again was driving me to distraction.

I screamed out for him over and over.... no longer able to keep up the game we were playing. This was my Lucas, my blue eyed boy who was driving me beyond all thought and reason. I was his gorgeous girl and he was my boy.

I felt his hand slip away from me and his mouth capture my own in a passionate kiss, out tongues duelling for a dominance neither would surrender to. I felt him move, his hands sliding down my arms, along my hips and thigh, showering my aching, hot skin in butterfly kisses.

This man, was mine and I needed him.... and I was going to have him as my hand grasped hold of him and guided him deep within me.

* * *

My gorgeous girl slipped down my body, our bodies glistening with sweat and our breathing laboured as I pulled her against me, kissing her swollen mouth and declaring my love over and over.

We had joked about doing this, pretending to be one another so we could escape. Yet the moment I had had her naked body against mine I couldn't pretend any more. She may have been wearing the blonde wig and contacts but it was her – just her I saw.

Carrying upstairs to our room I kissed her again and again, she was my drug, my addiction that I would never get tired of. I didn't need to play this game of masquerade. I had everything I could ask for in her, she was my heart, my soul... everything and more.

Lying down by her side, I pulled the covers up around us and pulled her close, stroking her now dark hair I stared into her eyes and saw the blue and not green.

'Sleep now baby... I'm here, and I love you.'