{ a/n- NSFW }
Third Person POV
As the elevator doors close with a ding, Grace and Chester exchange a look. They've both drank more than they expected to, and all sensibility has left their minds. Chester cannot stop looking at Grace's figure, showcased in a tight blue tank top and black skinny jeans. Her long blonde waves tumble over her shoulders and her brown eyes are alight with eagerness.
Chester moves to Grace, pulling her tightly against his body. She moves her hands to his face, caressing him there and leaning in to kiss him. The kiss is not how she usually does things, soft and warm, but deep and hungry. She kisses him with a passion, her mouth moving in time with his. Chester's hands move their way down Grace's torso and to her hips, resting there.
Grace's mouth leaves Chester's and presses against his neck. Chester can feel her warm breath against his neck, and he grips her tightly. He begins to slide her shirt over her head when she stops him.
"As turned on and drunk as I am," Grace whispers breathily. "I don't think we should have sex in an elevator."
Chester nods as the elevator comes to a halt and the doors open. It's their floor, and Chester silently thanks whomever made the elevator miraculously go to their floor before letting anyone else in. Chester takes Grace's hand and leads her to their room, unlocking the door as quickly as possible.
"Finally." He murmurs, taking her shirt off and pulling her onto the bed on top of him.
Grace slides her pants off as well as Chester's and his shirt follows quickly. She lies atop him, kissing him breathlessly in just her bra and underwear. Though Chester enjoys the sight of her lacy, cream undergarments, he moves to take them off. Grace unhooks her bra and flings it to the side before moving to slip Chester's boxers off.
Though Grace is usually ashamed of her body, hiding it under large sweaters and hoodies, with Chester she lets that go. He's made it clear that he loves every part of her, no matter what it is, and that gives her more confidence than anything ever could. Chester rolls so Grace is under him, and instead of the usual feeling of panic Grace receives from being pinned down, she feels her body reacting to him.
Chester kisses over her collar bone and her exposed ribs, making his way over her protruding hip bones and onto her inner thigh. Grace lets out a small moan as Chester's tongue swirls on her thigh. She pulls him up to her, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.
"Chester," Grace pleads. "please."
Chester goes then, gently putting himself inside her. The noise Grace emits is enough to make him go farther, giving her what she needs. Her fingernails dig into his bare back as she attempts not to whimper. Chester doesn't stop, knowing she doesn't want him to. He does not kiss her either, partly because he wants to make sure she is still giving consent, but mostly to see the way her eyes look. A deep, almost black, brown.
When Chester pulls out, Grace lets out a deep breath. She moves to his waist, but Chester stops her.
"You don't have to." He mumbles, knowing she hates it.
"But you-" she starts.
Chester just shakes his head, pulling her delicate body against his, turning so they're both on their sides. He drapes his leg over hers, grinning at the smooth feel of her tanned legs under his.
"Let's just cuddle." Chester whispers in her ear.
Grace just gives a content sigh, intertwining her hand with his.
