If Only for One Night

Summary: MC (Georgie) takes another chance with Khaan after the final fight with Eros.

Georgie finds Khaan in the hotel bar, tucked away in a quiet corner. He’s looking at his drink contemplatively, so lost in his thoughts that she almost hates to disturb him. But he’s flying back to California tomorrow, she’s heading back to New York, and she doesn’t want to miss this last chance.

Khaan glances up as she approaches and smiles warmly. “Georgie. I thought you’d be asleep.”

She shrugs, wincing a little as her shoulder protests the movement. The last fight (the last, she thinks, still in disbelief. How is everything actually over?) with Eros hadn’t exactly gone to plan, but she’d brushed off going to a hospital.

“It’s just a pulled muscle,” she’d insisted. “I need some Tylenol and sleep and I’ll be fine.”

Khaan looks at her with concern and scoots over. “Are you sure you don’t need that looked at?”

Georgie slides into the booth next to him, acutely aware of his thigh pressed against hers.

“I’ll be okay,” she reassures him, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder.

“Here,” Khaan offers.

He takes her hand and lowers it back down to the booth, then reaches up and gently presses his fingers against the sore spot. They’re cool from the melting ice in his drink and he seems to know exactly how to knead her muscles and work his fingers to release the tension.

Of course, that makes her think about his hands being other places.

“Are you alright?” Khaan asks, and she realizes she’s squirming.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, stilling immediately and biting her lip against a grin.

Just my overactive imagination again. And being pressed against you. And you touching me.

Khaan brushes her hair to the side digs his fingers in a bit harder. His breath puffs warmly against her neck.

“Mmm,” Georgie can’t help but sigh.

She turns so he can reach better, leaning back against him, and hears him inhale sharply.

“Georgie…” he murmurs.

“Hmm?”

She tilts her head back to look at him. It brings their lips just inches apart. His pupils are dilated and his breathing has grown the slightest bit ragged. A brief surge of guilt runs through her. She respects that he doesn’t want to get involved, she really does, but…damn it, she wants him. They’d been through so much and almost died too many times to count recently. She figures that entitles them to being a little impulsive.

Her fingers are running over his lips almost before she realizes it. Khaan releases a slow breath and kisses her fingertips. It makes her think back to the first time he’d done it and how much she’d wanted him. How much more she wants him now.

“I know you said you can’t get involved,” she says. “I just…”

She groans quietly when Khaan lifts her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist. His stubble scratches pleasurably against her skin.

“I know,” he murmurs.

He sighs and sets her hand back down. Disappointment courses through her.

Well, she thinks wryly, I can always go put the jetted tub in my room to use.

But Khaan keeps their fingers laced together and gently tilts her chin up with his other hand. His thumb brushes just under her mouth.

“Georgie,” he says. “Would you like to come up to my room with me?”

“Yes.” The word bursts out of her immediately.

Khaan smiles. “I was hoping I hadn’t missed my chance.”

“God, no,” she laughs shakily.

His smile broadens. “Good.”

Naturally, the elevator is packed on the way up to his room. It seems like it stops at every floor before his. They’re squeezed close together, Khaan’s hand is warm against her lower back, and she keeps catching hints of his cologne. It tests her last bit of patience to have to wait even longer.

Just as she’s about to scream in frustration, the elevator finally stops on his floor and Khaan leads her down the seemingly miles long hallway and into his room. It’s dark, and intimate, and she wants him so badly that she’s about ready to rip both of their clothes off.

But something about the way he threads his hands into her hair and finally kisses her makes her wait. It’s slow and deliberate, hungry and intense, all at the same time. She has never been so turned on from a single kiss before. Hell, she hasn’t been this turned on at all in a long time. She moans when Khaan slips his tongue into her mouth. He tastes faintly of liquor, smooth and a hint of spice. His hands slide around her hips and then pull her to him.

Georgie fumbles with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and pressing her hands against his skin. She’s trying to figure out a way to undress him while not having to move, but Khaan simply leans back and pulls the shirt smoothly over his head.

She hums in appreciation and brings her lips to his chest. Her fingers explore the lines of his chest, his stomach, around to his back, while Khaan leads her towards the bed. His hand hovers over the zipper on her jeans when they get there.

“May I?”

“If you don’t, I will,” Georgie murmurs cheekily.

She can just make out his smile from the city lights coming in through the windows. He kisses her again, his fingers sliding the zipper down inch by slow inch. Khaan kisses her neck, then slides her shirt over her head. He takes infinite care with her injured shoulder as he does it.

“How’s your shoulder?” he asks.

“Disappointed you’re still partially dressed,” she quips.

Khaan grins. “Is that so? Your shoulder is disappointed about that?”

“Oh, there are other parts that are more disappointed,” she smirks.

She shoves her jeans down and kicks her shoes off, pulling impatiently at all the fabric in her way until she’s in nothing but her underwear. She watches Khaan the whole time she does it, gratified to see the way he stares at her. He’s not even touching her, just drinking her in, but the intensity of his gaze ignites her.

“You are…” Khaan shakes his head, laughing lightly. “Every possible word I can think of sounds horribly cliché or rehearsed.”

“I’m okay with clichés,” she replies.

He looks at her thoughtfully before speaking, his hands roaming up and down her back. “Beautiful. Stunning. Tempting.”

“I’m hoping I’m tempting enough to get you out of the rest of those clothes.”

Khaan laughs again. “You are. Without question.”

“Good,” Georgie murmurs, pressing against him and reaching for the button on his pants.

She fumbles with it when he leans down and kisses a line from her neck up to her ear. “Patience,” he murmurs. “We have the whole night ahead of us.”

“God,” she groans at the thought, dropping her head to his shoulder. “The whole night?”

“If you wish,” he says, slowly running his fingers across her hip and just underneath the waistband of her lacy underwear.

His chest rumbles with quiet laughter when a muffled curse leaves her mouth. She manages to recompose herself enough to get his pants undone. Khaan slides them off, then his shoes, then his socks, so easily and with such control that she wonders how he manages it.

“How do you do that?” she muses out loud.

“Undress?” he asks.

Georgie smirks. “Funny. No. You’re just so… calm and controlled and I’m about to burst out of my skin.”

Khaan takes her hands, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

“On the surface, perhaps,” he says. “On the inside, I assure you, I’m not nearly so calm.”

He presses one of her palms to his chest and she can feel his heart pounding. Georgie presses an idle kiss to the side of his neck and lightly runs her other hand down his back and around to trace the band of his underwear. His heart rate speeds up and she smiles into his skin.

Khaan lifts her up and her legs wrap around him immediately. It brings his obvious arousal right into contact with the damp center of her underwear and she groans, squeezing her legs tighter, desperate for more friction. Some of his control finally slips when she does it, his kiss messy and unrestrained this time.

Khaan lowers her to the bed, his mouth only leaving hers long enough to set his glasses on the nightstand. She shimmies out of her underwear and reaches down for his, only to find he’s already taken them off.

“Oh, you are good,” she murmurs.

His hand slowly trails up her thigh, his touch warm and feather-light. She arches into him, a breathless plea falling from her lips.

“Please, Khaan,” she moans.

He kisses down her neck, down her chest, over her breasts, like he doesn’t want to leave one inch of her untouched. His hand continues to run slowly up and down her thigh. The way he’s touching her now is such a turn on that she’s convinced she’s going to come the second he touches her where she really wants him.

When he glides his fingers over the slickness between her legs and then slides them inside her, she nearly does. Her hips come up off the bed and her hands fist in the sheets.

“Fuck,” she gasps. “Oh my god.”

She feels more than she hears his satisfied groan at her reaction. She curses again when he curls his fingers just the slightest bit and lightly bites her neck.

“I didn’t take you for someone who swears a lot,” he murmurs.

“Sometimes,” she manages to pant. “Like…god, like when you do that.”

He does it again, curls his fingers and hits that spot that nearly makes a string of expletives leave her mouth. Khaan slowly slides down lower, watching her. A scream builds in her throat when he runs the tip of his tongue just below her belly button and down to flutter it lightly over her clit. Her every muscle tightens, her eyes briefly squeezing closed.

“Khaan!” she gasps.

She can’t hold still, writhing against the sheets and releasing her grip on them to dig her hands into his shoulders. He’s good (no, fuck, he’s fantastic) and it’s been too long and when he replaces his fingers with his tongue and rubs his thumb over her, she comes completely undone with his name on her lips.

When she finally forces her eyes back open, Khaan is pressing slow kisses back up to her mouth. At some point she’s buried her hands in his hair. She’s shaking.

“Holy shit,” she exhales.

She captures his mouth with hers, kissing him desperately and nipping at his lower lip.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, kissing her back just as urgently. “So responsive. Georgie…”

She slips her hand down between them and wraps her fingers around his erection. Khaan groans, the noise sending heat shooting straight back to her belly. Georgie nudges him to his back. God, if she thought she had it bad for him before, it had nothing on this moment, seeing him naked underneath her and wanting her.

She leans down to kiss him, slowly twisting her hand and moving it up and down over his length.

“Georgie,” he says hoarsely.

“Mm,” she hums in response, snagging another kiss.

He tangles his tongue with hers and she moans. “You’re distracting me,” she murmurs.

“My apologies,” he murmurs back.

Her lips quirk up slightly when she shifts down in the bed. “Don’t be. We still have all night, don’t we?”

“We do.”

She runs her tongue along his cock, takes him in her mouth, plays with pressure and swirling her tongue. She slides her hand down, lightly cupping his balls, and he tenses against her. Khaan jerks against her and his hands tighten in her hair, so she repeats her motions, getting more and more aroused with each noise he makes and the guttural way he says her name.

“Georgie,” he groans, and pulls her back up.

He’s flushed and panting and god, is that flattering. Considering his restraint and control, she doesn’t take Khaan for a man who casually gives into his sexual impulses.

He sits up, banding his arms around her waist.

Their hips collide and she groans, twining her arms around his neck. She ignores the brief twinge in her shoulder. “Khaan…”

“Hang on,” he murmurs, shifting her next to him and standing up.

She watches him openly, admiring the ripple of lean muscle shifting under his skin. He retrieves a condom from his bag, then returns to the bed and slips it on.

“You come prepared,” Georgie observes.

Khaan sits, crossing his legs and lifting her onto his lap, the position intimate and so perfectly fitting for him.

“I had a feeling I could only resist you for so long after I told you I’d thought about this,” he admits.

“Yeah?”

Khaan nods, then shifts her slightly and presses into her. She groans loudly as they start moving together, slowly at first, then faster, harder. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, and she wonders vaguely if she’s leaving marks that will be visible come morning. He doesn’t seem to mind, just kisses and gently bites her neck. He wraps one of her legs around his back and she moans.

“God… mm… that’s…”

She doesn’t know why she’s even bothering to try to form words right now. She’s close, so close, can feel the familiar tingling and the desperate need for release as he guides her hips against him. His eyes meet hers. Khaan slips one of his hands between them, thumb circling her clit, and she jolts against him, gasping.

“Khaan!”

“There you are,” he murmurs.

He must be close too, his movements growing faster but no less controlled. He threads his other hand into her hair, pulling her down to him and kissing her deeply. His hips tilt just the slightest bit and she cries out when she comes, his mouth on hers muffling the noise.

“Oh, Georgie,” he groans, thrusting into her shallowly and then stiffening against her.

She slumps against him, her head dropping to his shoulder. He’s warm, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. She exhales and then presses her lips softly to his neck.

Khaan tilts her chin up, cupping her face gently. “You are… incredible,” he says at last, bringing his lips to hers.

“Mm,” she sighs lazily. “So are you.”

He keeps kissing her, shifting her and straightening his legs out. Her eyes catch the bright red numbers on the clock on the nightstand.

“Huh. It’s barely midnight,” she comments.

“Early,” Khaan says.

She leans back. “Do we still have all night?”

He smiles. “Yes.”

Georgie trails her fingers down the damp skin of his chest. “Does your room have a jacuzzi tub?”

Khaan moves to the edge of the bed, standing and lifting her up. “It does.”

She wraps her arms around his neck as he carries her to the bathroom. “Be a shame to let that go to waste,” she murmurs. “I think we should test it out.”

Khaan laughs. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”