A/N: Holy hell this chapter took a lot out of me! Hope y'all enjoy it. Apologies for any mistakes, I've been desperate to try and keep up the momentum on this story but this chapter just refused to be shortened or split in any way that really worked. Nearly 5000 words so I hope you're sitting comfortably! I'll try get a look over it in the next few days to work out any bugs.

Azure's Command

Climbing the stairs felt like a dream.

Up and up.

He couldn't hear anything past the roar of blood in his ears.

Up and up.

He couldn't feel anything but the soft grip of her fingers around his.

Up and up.

He couldn't see anything beyond her. She took up his entire field of vision, the swell of her naked behind swaying tantalisingly in front of him.

Up and up he rose.

When he could climb no higher, they made their way along the corridor to the very end.

'The door is closed.' he murmured, remembering her earlier warning to the whole party.

'It's my room.' she replied reaching for the handle and stepping inside, their hands parting at the threshold. Though he had made a decision downstairs, by answering the only question ever worth answering, this moment was the crucial moment. This was the point of no return.

She turned around to face him, a shimmering goddess surrounded by shadow, the smile on her face sultry and seductive, all traces of the woman he thought he knew obscured from view.

He swallowed, stepping forward into night and turned to close the door.

'Had enough of the limelight have we, Apollo?'

The mechanism clicked into place.

'Some things are best enjoyed away from prying eyes.'

Whilst traversing the stairs had been a hazy experience, the instant the door closed his mind and body seemed tuned into the slightest details. The room was cool, too cool at the moment but he was sure it was something he would be entirely appreciative of very soon. Though the door was closed and they were afforded shielding from those potentially prying eyes, his ears could still detect the occasional burst of laughter echoing up from downstairs or moan of pleasure seeping through the walls. Turning round to face her he was aware that the gloss of the hardwood under the soles of his feet was ever so slightly tacky. The light in the room was soft, filtering through a golden coloured scarf set over a small lamp on the beside table. It had the effect of highlighting the shimmering threads in her hair and drawing out the shadows around her body making her seem even more curvaceous and shapely than before. She stood confidently, her body angled just so and one hand on her hip, working the light in an expert manner.

He drank in the sight of her. His eyes dancing all over her body; long stockinged legs, that beguiling smile, the swell of her breasts, delicate wrists, eyes glistening with mischief, golden curls at the apex of her thighs that caught the light as if they were already tantalisingly wet, the shadow just above her clavicle, rosy pink nipples hard and ripe for tasting.

But there was something he wanted to taste even more.

He took a deep breath and rise his gaze to meet hers, it was clear from the glimmer in her eyes that she'd been admiring him too.

A grin spread over his lips. 'Azure?'

She smiled coyly and tilted her head in reply.

'Can... can I kiss you?' he asked softly.

She took a small step forward. 'That depends.'

'On?' he replied, mirroring her movements to shorten the distance between them.

'Where else those lips have been this evening.'

'Waiting for you.' he said with a smirk.

She laughed and moved closer still.

'So is that a 'yes'?' He asked leaning closer.

'Hmmm,' she hummed affirmatively, closing the distance between them, the swell of her breasts just an inch or two from his chest. 'Yes. Do you have concerns about where mine might have been?'

His eyes narrowed shrewdly. 'I thought you said you were on hosting duty?'

'A girl can multi-task, you know.'

'Intriguing. But right now, I really don't care.' he said raising his right hand to her cheek eliciting a soft gasp from her, seeming to physically draw him closer. His thumb smoothed slowly over her skin, briefly coming into contact with her mask.

'Careful.' she whispered.

His nose grazed hers as he leaned closer.

'Always.' he whispered then covered her lips with his.

It started out delicate, tentative and slow. A slight tilt of his head allowed him to apply a little more pressure to those soft lips. Setting his hand on her hip made her gasp, he counted a half second to let her catch her breath before kissing her again, this time open mouthed and more insistent. Her moan tasted wonderful, it vibrated through his body and sent a shiver over his skin. He drew her lower lip gently between his, wetting it with his tongue and drawing his teeth over the sensitive flesh. There was another moan, this time more guttural and low.

Until that moment she'd been responsive to his ministrations, almost placating, reactive rather than active.

Until that moment.

She sidled forward, pressing her body against him. Against his cock, he felt the warmth of her belly and somewhere along his shaft the relative roughness of her lace suspender belt.

Smooth, warm, rough.

She opened her mouth wider and he was aware of her fingers sliding through his hair, pulling him down, drawing him into her.

The hunger was carnal and instant.

His hand moved to the back of her head, threading through her hair and supporting her head as he delved his tongue into her waiting mouth and devoured her. She moved her lips against his with equal intensity, sucked his tongue with abandon and fisted her hands in his hair all the while grinding her hips against his and stimulating his already straining erection.

Smooth, warm, rough.

He groaned loudly and slid his hands quickly down her body, grabbing her stocking clad thighs to pull her up and around him. She complied eagerly, bringing her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles at his ass, one of her heels pressing painfully into his right cheek. A small price to pay to feel her body pressed so tightly against him, with thighs parted to draw him in a close as possible and his length smothered by feverish skin.

A few swift steps and they we're sprawled on the bed, his weight pressing her deep into the mattress, her body arching beneath him at the sensation. Their kiss was still frantic and consuming, deft manoeuvring had prevented a clash of teeth as they moved from vertical to horizontal. His right hand skimmed her thigh and his left was in her hair, the elbow propping him up just enough to keep kissing her comfortably as he ground his body against her.

Her ankles uncrossed, the twist no longer needed to keep her close him, instead she brought her knees higher and wider to deliberately press her heels into his ass.

'Argh.' he grunted lifting his upper body away from hers staring down at her incredulously.

She was breathless and wanton but was still able to smirk up at him. 'Pain not your thing, Apollo?'

'Occasionally, I can be persuaded. But not tonight.' he said leaning back on his knees, removing her shoes and stockings slowly and carefully, divesting her of those instruments of torture. Once free of the sheer material, he spread his hands over her calves, a touch not quite deep enough to be a massage nor soft enough for a caress, it was a firm and deliberate stroke up to rest on her hips, where thumbs began to stroke long semi circles from the top of her pelvis, over the very edges of her pubic hair and over the tops of her thighs.

She moaned and thrust her hips upwards towards him as her hands clutched at her breasts and fingers tweaked her nipples.

'So tonight is what then?' she gasped, her eyelids fluttering closed as he completed the motion again.

'Pleasure.' he murmured leaning forward and running his tongue along the trail his thumb had blazed on her left side. 'Pure.' he whispered dragging his tongue along her quivering abdomen. 'Unadulterated.'

His tongue swept along the half circle on the other side. 'Pleasure.' he breathed over the wet trail he'd left on her skin.

'Fuck.' she groaned and bucked involuntarily, her body twisting with need.

He grinned against her belly. 'We'll get to that.'

She stilled and then slowly brought her elbows under her to look down at him.

'I've waited, Apollo.' she murmured. 'Waited so very, very patiently.'

He had wanted to take his time with her, explore her and find every hidden crevasse and show off just a little bit, but she was right. She had waited, all evening and longer. His jaw twitched imagining himself in her place. Imagined her arrival, giving her permission to play and watching for an hour as she found pleasure in others before being allowed to seek him out. And despite her teasing about multi-tasking, he was quite sure she didn't seek out any of her own pleasure in that first hour. It was no wonder her actions were frenzied and demanding. In fact, it made her initial restraint at the start of their kiss all the more admirable.

'You have.' he agreed softly. Carefully, lifted his head from her stomach and sat back between her legs. 'Tell me what you want me to do.'

She sat up a little more, hands stretched behind her to support her upper body, before speaking in a steady and confident voice.

'I want you to fuck me. Fuck me slow and hard for as long as you can no matter how much I beg for more. Then, when you just can't bare it any more, give it to me fast and rough. Not as rough as you think I'll like, I want it as hard and rough as you're capable of. I want every scrap of energy from your body. I want every one of your muscles to burn with acid. I want everything you can give. And, if either of us can move within 20 minutes of you finishing, I'll be disappointed.'

He stared at her for what felt like an age, every nerve ending on his body set a light at the thought of carrying out those delectably sinful wishes. Initially, he was caught off guard by her very forward and specific requests. It certainly wasn't how he'd imagined their first time together but then again, he never really thought it likely that they would meet at a masquerade sex party in Denver. But it was a sex party, if there was ever a place for indulging their deepest fantasies it was here. And providing it went well there would hopefully be opportunities for all sorts of sex, including the slow passionate, type and the dreams in the darkest recesses of his own mind. Eventually, he licked his lips and swallowed.

'Favourite positions?' He rasped, his voice still deeply affected by the vivid images she'd described.

'Usually I prefer being fucked from behind, but not tonight. On my side with the top leg bent is usually a good way to finish, easy to hold on to and I still get to watch you. It makes cocks feel bigger though, so something your size... it might hurt.'

It was a position he'd heard of, but used just a few times for that very reason. He cleared his throat and managed a word in an almost normal tone.

'Might?' he enquired.

'Hmm.' she murmured affirmatively, seemingly unaffected at the idea of him causing her pain.

'I asked you to tell me what you want me to do. Is that what...?'

'Yes.' she replied before he could finish his question. 'I'm just warning you in case it looks like I... I'm in discomfort.'

'Should I stop if...?'

'Did I say that you could stop?' She cut him off again this time with a clear tone of authority coating her words, maybe even a touch of anger too.

'No.' he replied softly.

'Then you don't stop.'

'But...'

'I said I wanted everything!' she said, the slight heat of anger in her voice making that southern accent quiver. She must had heard it herself, he watched as she composed herself before continuing in a smooth drawl, 'I'm perfectly capable of saying stop if I need to, but I won't.'

'You said...em...'

'Yes?' she prompted with the slightest huff of impatience.

'You said when I finish. Will you come? If I do as you ask, will you come?'

Despite her annoyance at all his questioning, she smiled. 'Most likely, yes. But, again, not what I said I wanted you to do. Tonight, I just want to ride the rocket, Apollo. Going to the moon would just be a bonus.'

He grinned, 'At your command, Azure.'

He slid back off the bed and made his way to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. He rooted around until he found a brand and size of condom he was most comfortable with and rolled the latex on to his ludicrously hard cock made all the more rigid by their conversation. All the while, Azure watched, her right hand briefly touched her mask to make sure it was securely in place.

Taking a calming breath he moved back to the foot of the bed, he let his eyes connect with hers before crawling up her body and between her parted thighs.

'Are you ready?' he whispered, when they were face to face.

'I have been for quite some time,' she replied, arms snaking around him and bringing her knees up to rest against his hips.

'One more question. Your definition of fucking, does that include kissing too?'

Her lips spread to a dazzling smile. 'I've given you my conditions, what you do beyond that is up to you.'

'Good.' he murmured, brushing his lips against hers for a single instant, before reaching between them and adjusting himself to sit against her entrance. His fingers accidentally grazed her hot, wet flesh making her sigh. His cock rested against her folds, the heat of her already utterly sensational. A little shift and the tip of his length pressed into her entrance. She was deliciously hot and gloriously tight.

'Yes.' she whispered.

He removed his hand from between them and slid it beneath her shoulder holding her firmly.

Their eyes met.

Once familiar blue eyes were now entirely foreign, blackened with lust and awash with want. And he aimed to satisfy both.

He brushed his lips against her so softly, the faintest caress as he pulled and pushed himself into her slow and hard, continuing to press with all his might even as her body began to resist, even as he had nothing further left to fill her with.

The moan she issued was delicious and he deepened their kiss to taste more. The tilt of her hips was even more delightful, contracting her channel, drawing the muscles around his cock even tighter than he dared thought possible drawing out his own primal groan.

Her body slowly adjusted to his intrusion, walls fluttering delicately along his length.

Before her body could fully adjust to accommodate him, he drew out until just the tip remained nestled inside her and thrust again, slowly and deliberately.

'Mmm yes!' she moaned again, low and panting. This time an arm gripped his shoulder and nails nipped his ass. He groaned against her neck, hips twitching which only made her moan louder and grip him tighter.

'Fuck.' he grunted pressing his face to her neck. The urge to lose himself in her was already gnawing away at a wafer thin veil of self restraint. He drew his teeth across her skin. The sounds that escaped her lips filled him with sheer delight and he found a little of his control returning.

Slow and hard, O'Neill, he told himself, Give the lady what she wants.

He moved in long, deep measured strokes with the occasional shallow thrust. The rhythm was irregular, which had as much to do with keeping him from climax as it did meeting her demands. He'd pause every now and then, either buried inside her as deep as it was possible to go or hovering above, lingering and teasing. In these moments he'd kiss her senseless, press his lips to her neck to taste her skin or draw a rosy nipple into his mouth to tease with his teeth.

He didn't think he'd ever tire of the words yes, fuck and oh god slipping from her lips but then came the words please, more and harder just as she promised which had to have been some of the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. It was made all the more delicious as her body strived to bring him closer, her arms and legs gripping him tightly and her inner muscles trembling around him, the precursors of her building climax.

The last tendrils of sanity threatened to snap with every squeeze around his cock. Determined to draw out that little bit more, he shifted position, bringing his knees under him and raising his upper body. His hands gripped her hips as he continued his erratic pattern of staccato thrusts. He'd hoped being further away from those words and her body would give him more resilience but looking into those dark eyes with the slightest outline of azure was almost his undoing.

'God, fuck, yes!' she chanted as his cock hit a particularly sweet spot, her body twitching, her inner muscles pulsed once around his length. She had to be so close, so damned close. 'Fuck me now!'

Though there's nothing he wanted to do more, one last iota of control managed to hold on.

Jack lifted her hips up off the bed and thrust again; smooth, slow and deep.

A low moan seemed to shiver up right from the depths of her soul.

He thrust again and the pitch of her moan rose.

Another slow press of his hips and the sound from her lips hovered somewhere between a moan and a shout.

He drove himself into her again and stilled as she fell into oblivion. Her scream echoed around the room, her body convulsed as her body grasped at his cock fiercely over and over again. It felt as if he was frozen in that moment, caught in an infinite loop between grip and release all the while surrounded by a glorious note that would ring in the recesses of his mind until the end of his days.

Then there was a single instant of silence, it was then that his resolve shattered.

As she drew in a deep ragged breath, he shifted again pressing her body back to the mattress, leaning over her and started driving into her still quivering flesh like a piston.

'Oh!' she gasped, surprised by his sudden change in pace, but her arms welcomed him back to her body and her knees somehow managed to spread wider giving him the freedom to move as fast as he was able.

Soon, his body started to feel numb, every single inch of flesh that wasn't connected to her in some way was downed out by the sensory overload of her breath tickling across his neck and shoulder, her nails scraping lightly across his back, his cock plunging in and out of her body. The sensations were beginning to set off a chain reaction in his belly, but given his earlier exertions, that fizzing and whirring built up cripplingly slowly.

Grunts and groans filled the room, his own voice now mingled with hers.

As predicted, an acidic burn began to flood his muscles. If there was any urge to stop in his body it didn't reach his brain, it must have been lost in all the other sensory information, sunk beneath the roar of something primal that had taken over his body. Instead of being dissuaded by the increasing ache spreading everywhere, it feasted; drinking her scent, savouring the taste of her still on his lips and delighting in every sound and sensation of their coupling.

Still some part of him must have been thinking clearly, because as the tension in his belly increased he pulled back long enough to draw all the way out and encourage her to roll on to her left side, bending her right leg and straddling the left. In those few moments apart from her, he felt cold and bereft. In that room she'd become his entire world, hell, his entire universe; without her, he was nothing like a speck of dust floating in the vacuum of space. And as he sunk slowly forward, pressing himself back that narrowed crevice, he was reminded of what it felt like to be brought back to life from the brink of death, to have energy flow through your body replenishing every cell.

She moaned loudly and her body fluttered around him, quivering with anticipation. She clung to him as if her own life depended on it: her right hand gripped his forearm fiercely while the fingers of her left hand linked and mingled with his own on her thigh. The hold kept him in place, made him more solid and reassured him that his was what she wanted.

Her body clutched at him again, rousing the primal part of him once more.

'Fu...' she began as he pounded in and out of her, all ability to speak stolen from her.

This position was infinitely more intense than he dared imagine. Under different circumstances, he wouldn't have lasted 30 seconds, but as it was, half a minute, one minute, two minutes came and still the tightness in his body was building.

Azure writhed and moaned beneath him, gripping him tighter as another orgasm tore through her body but he didn't dare pause not when she'd commanded him to keep going, to give her everything.

He groaned and leaned further forward, his cock somehow shifting deeper.

She trembled and groaned, still holding tight as his thrusts became more aggressive and erratic forcing her powerful orgasm to continue.

He just couldn't stop. Not when he was so close.

She convulsed and whimpered, as the first throb of his climax caused him to briefly expand inside her.

'A-ah!' he cried out.

His whole body seemed to clench and release to the pulse of his orgasm, forcing him to jerk in and out of her roughly. Each involuntarily thrust was exquisite torture, making her moan and convulse which made him twitch and groan.

It felt as if whole galaxies could have been born and died in the time it took their bodies to stop moving of their own accord.

Once their climaxes had abated to the occasional aftershock, Jack, still panting breathlessly, wriggled his fingers gently against hers as he stared down at her.

Blue eyes flashed up at him accompanied with a massive grin.

He grinned back.

Pulling out caused them both to groan. Jack slipped the condom from his softening cock. He tied a quick knot and reached over to set it on the table. With a grunt he dropped down on the bed at her back, set his hand gently on her hip and closed his eyes in utter bliss, contentment, joy and exhaustion.

A shock of wakefulness coursed through his body.

In the time it took his eyes to flicker open and adjust to the light he'd recalled everything that had transpired that night; arriving at the club, meeting Azure, the promise of meeting later, coming over a Catriona's breasts, helping out Anjana and Trenti before making his decision to pursue Azure up the stairs into her room and the glorious fucking that had taken place as a result.

He took a deep breath and let his eyes lazily sweep the room before coming to rest on Azure sitting on a chaise beneath the window, peering down into the night.

'How long was I out?' he said sitting up, a sheet that must have been thrown around him as he slept bunching at his hips.

She looked over at him and smiled warmly. A blue silk robe was draped across her shoulders to protect her from the chill of the room. The mask still sat snugly on her cheekbones, but her hair and the gold threads through it were significantly more tousled that they had been at the start of the party.

'Maybe 40 minutes.' she said in that low, soft southern voice.

'You stayed?' he asked, surprised at her actions and the length of time that he'd been asleep.

'It can be disorientating to wake up in a place like this, wanted to make sure there was a friendly face here for you.'

'Thanks. Can't believe I passed out like that.' he admitted sheepishly.

'Just means that you're able to follow instructions.' she replied, her voice teasing. 'That's good.'

He grinned, but then it fell from his face when he recalled what exactly he had done under her instruction, the expressions on her face at the end. He shifted down the bed to sit opposite her, the sheet still tangled at his waist.

'Are you okay?' he asked in a concerned tone.

'More than okay. You did exactly as I asked, you gave me everything.'

'Glad to hear it,' he replied, but that wasn't what he'd been worried about. 'But are you okay? Physically, I mean. Did I hurt you?'

'Yes,' she admitted, though there was a wide smile still adorning her lips that didn't make sense until she added, 'But no more than I wanted or expected.'

The corners of his mouth rose into a mischievous smirk.

'And your other specification? I was out for 40 minutes, how were you after?'

'After about 20 minutes I decided to come over here, my legs were like jelly though, almost had to crawl at one point. I think I'm still shaking, to be honest.' she admitted with a grin.

'Get what you wanted then?'

'Oh you certainly exceeded expectations, honey.'

'Good, because I'd like to do this again.'

'Tonight?!'

'God no, I'll need to grab some coffee somewhere to be able to drive home! I meant another night, the next masquerade party, if er...'

She smiled widely and leaned forward, 'Of course. But... I'll be honest, I don't usually slip away from my parties as early as I have done tonight. I just... I couldn't make myself wait any longer.'

Jack smirked and leaned closer too. 'That's fine by me. I'll just have to pace myself for a few hours and whenever you're ready, come find me.'

'All right, Apollo,' she said standing whilst carefully gripping the edge of the chaise in case her legs went out from under her. 'Let's get you home before you fall asleep again.'

He hauled himself to his feet just as carefully, before setting an arm around her waist and cupping her cheek softly.

'One last kiss?' he asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Last one for tonight anyway.' She said stretching up on her tip toes and pressing her lips to his. The kiss was slow and soft, so completely unlike their coupling. Jack groaned softly and drew back after a few moments.

'If we keep doing that I might end up giving myself a heart attack trying to have sex with you again.'

Azure laughed softly, 'I can't have that. I was really looking forward to the next party.' She said as took his hand in hers and led him out the door and downstairs. A few patrons greeted Az, one or two cast a curious glance at him too.

'I left my pants in the room where the Countessa put on her little show.' he said as they approached the lockers.

'I'll just check in with Rachel, see who's still here and exactly how long I was distracted from my party.' she replied slinking through the curtain.

Jack made his way into the rear reception room, a little surprised to see just four people lying lazily around the room chatting and drinking. He found his pants and boxers with ease and threw them on before heading back out into the hall and to his locker.

'It was you then?' a familiar voice sounded behind him.

'What?' he said turning round to see Catriona, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel.

'Az, never shuts her door. Never. Doesn't matter who goes in there it's always open. A few folk have joked that she's just waiting for the right person to walk in, even if she's already doing something with someone else. Seems like she might have been waiting on you.'

Jack ducked his head and smiled as did the last button on his shirt and tucked it in his pants.

'Who are you?' She pressed.

He shrugged and pulled on his shoes and socks.

Catriona stepped closer and leaned on the lockers to watch him more closely.

'Seriously, who are you?'

'Apollo, and that's all anyone in here needs to know.' he said closing the locker and heading out through the curtain.

'Goodnight, Apollo.' Azure said softly as he breezed into the lobby.

He rested his hand briefly on her lower back as he pressed the briefest of kisses on her cheek at the edge of her mask, getting as close to the woman underneath as was possible.

'Goodnight, Azure.' he murmured and headed out into the navy blue of night slowly giving way to dawn.

A/N: Hope that this was a suitable climax, please let me know what you thought. Thanks, Mishy.