Jean sat in the Mirror Dimension with her arms resting on her knees as she quietly watched Ethan.
He stood a few feet away, punching the dimension with ferocious strength.
The air trembled with each blow, the space around them rippling and twisting in response.
His arms blazed with the radiant flames of the Phoenix Force, a fiery dance of orange and gold, while jagged arcs of blue lightning surged across his body, casting an electric glow against the surreal void. The raw power he wielded was breathtaking, and Jean couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the sight of him.
Jean's thoughts slowly drifted away from the present. Her green eyes softened as her mind wandered back to the day she first fell to Earth. She had been scared, confused, and most of all—alone.
Her world, her timeline, everything she knew… gone. Replaced by this strange new version of Earth where she didn't belong.
She had felt lost. But then came Ethan. And his circle of friends. They didn't just accept her—they made her feel welcome, even safe. That warmth had started to dig into the cold shell around her heart.
Alongside his friends, he welcomed her, helped her find her footing, and slowly made this alien world feel like home. Yet it was Ethan himself who stirred something deeper within her. His every action, every word, seemed to pull her in, igniting a spark she couldn't ignore.
At first, it was simple curiosity—a fascination with this extraordinary man who wielded such power yet carried himself with warmth.
But that curiosity soon shifted, blossoming into interest, then a quiet affection she tried to suppress. Now, she could no longer deny it: she was falling for him.
His presence wrapped her in a sense of safety, and just being near him filled her with a joy she hadn't known she could feel. But the truth gnawed at her—Ethan belonged to Anna. He was taken, and her feelings were a betrayal she couldn't justify, no matter how fiercely they burned.
Some nights, she'd lie awake, the faint sounds of Anna's voice drifting from their bedroom down the hall. The cries—soft, intimate—stirred something shameful in Jean. She'd catch herself responding to them, her body betraying her mind, and though guilt clawed at her, she couldn't stop the longing that consumed her.
More than once, she had closed her eyes and imagined it was her. Imagined Ethan's hands on her skin, his voice in her ear.
Her face turned red just thinking about it now.
She was lost in these thoughts when Ethan's voice broke through. "Earth to Jean, you alright over there?" he called as his training session finished for the day.
Jean blinked, flustered. "Y-Yeah. Just... lost in thought."
Ethan chuckled. "Well, I haven't broken through yet, but give me time. One day, I'll punch a hole through this damn thing."
Jean smiled faintly. "I don't doubt it."
They shared a laugh before heading back as now night had settled over the real world, cloaking the streets in a quiet, starry stillness as they reached home.
Inside, an odd smell greeted them—an acrid mix of burnt spices and something unidentifiable.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and strode toward the kitchen, Jean trailing behind. There, Anna stood amid a disaster: pots and pans scattered across the counter, ingredients splattered on the floor, and a bubbling pot emitting a dubious aroma. The kitchen, which Ethan had meticulously cleaned that morning, was now a battlefield.
Anna glanced up, offering a sheepish smile. "I, uh, tried to make dinner."
Ethan surveyed the chaos with a mix of amusement and dismay flickering across his face. "Be honest with me. Are you tired of me and trying to poison me? You've got to step up your game if you want to kill me. I can see the poison, you'll have to try harder."
'This looks like it could beat the Shion Special from Tensura.'
Anna rolled her eyes and flicked her fingers, conjuring a small magic circle. A bolt of lightning shot forth, striking Ethan square in the chest.
He didn't even flinch and just smirked at her. "Nice try."
"You're immortal," Anna huffed, pouting, "I can't kill you even if I tried."
She approached him with a mischievous grin and fed him a spoonful.
Ethan winced but swallowed. "Yep. Definitely poisoned. My organs are crying."
Anna giggled and leaned on his shoulder. "Tough it out. You're stuck with me."
In the hallway, Jean paused. Watching them laugh, so comfortably, so intimately. Her heart ached. She turned away quietly and slipped into her room, shutting the door behind her.
Anna's smile faltered as she noticed Jean's retreat, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
Ethan, sensing the shift, stepped closer and scooped Anna into his arms in a gentle princess carry.
Anna yelped before giggling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing now?"
"Taking my dangerous chef to bed," Ethan replied with a smirk. "You need rest… and maybe some cooking lessons."
In her own quiet space, Jean sank onto her bed, staring at the wall. Her heart felt heavy, tangled in emotions she couldn't voice, desires she could never claim.
The bedroom door creaked open, and he gently tossed her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing under her weight. Anna let out a soft gasp, her hair splaying out around her like a halo.
His smirk deepening as he let the door shut behind him. Not locked—just closed, he moved towards the bed.
Anna propped herself up on her elbows, her lips curling into a sly smile as she licked them. "So, what are you going to teach me, Mr.Carter?"
Ethan's grin widened as he slowly peeled off his t-shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath. "Something good. Trust me, Anna, you're going to love this."
He moved to the edge of the bed, his hands sliding beneath her legs as he leaned down to kiss her. The moment their lips met, it was as if a spark ignited between them.
Anna's arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands began to explore her body—cupping her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, and gripping her ass with possessive intensity.
Their kiss deepened and their tongues tangling in a heated battle for dominance. Ethan's hands didn't stay idle for long. One slid down further, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants to brush against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Anna's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers inched closer to where she wanted them most.
Ethan pulled back slightly, his lips hovering over hers as he whispered, "Someone's wet already."
Anna's cheeks flushed darker, but she didn't shy away. Instead, she broke the kiss and slowly reached for the waistband of his pants. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper before she managed to slide them down, leaving him in just his underwear. Ethan helped her out of her dress, the fabric pooling at her feet as she was left in nothing but her bra and panties.
They came together again, their lips colliding with renewed hunger. Ethan's hand slipped beneath the lace of her panties, his fingers teasing her slick folds, while Anna's hand found its way into his boxers, wrapping around his hard length. The room filled with their mingled moans.
Ethan's free hand moved to her bra, expertly unhooking it and letting it fall away to reveal her bare breasts. His hands roamed over her soft skin, teasing her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Anna arched into him, her fingers tightening around his cock as she cried out his name.
"Ethan… please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.
He moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention until she was writhing beneath him. Her body was slick with arousal, her breathing coming in short, desperate gasps. Without warning, she pushed him back, flipping their positions so she was straddling him.
Her hands quickly found the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down and freeing his hard length. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly at first before taking him into her mouth.
Ethan groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her motions, his hips bucking up to meet her, "Fuck, Anna," he growled with pleasure.
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper until he was on the edge of losing control. But Ethan wasn't one to let her have all the fun. With a swift movement, he flipped her onto her back, tearing her panties away with a satisfying rip. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and he didn't waste a second before positioning himself at her entrance.
Their eyes locked as he pushed inside her, both of them gasping at the sensation. Anna's nails dug into his back as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that had her moaning his name.
"Harder~, fuck~... the hell... of our me~... Ethan~" she begged and her voice breaking with each thrust.
Ethan obliged, his movements growing more intense, his pace relentless as he drove into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and the creak of the bed springs. Anna's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she cried out in pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good," Ethan groaned with his forehead resting against hers as he continued to pound into her.
Anna's responses were incoherent, a string of gasps and cries as she teetered on the edge of climax. Ethan's thrusts became erratic, his own release building as he felt her tighten around him.
With one final, deep thrust, they both came undone, their cries echoing in the room as they clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.
Ethan then lay beside her as Anna nuzzled against his chest, her heart still racing as she tried to catch her breath.
Anna's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her body still tingling from the intensity of their coupling. Her eyes locked onto Ethan's, a glimmer of determination sparkling in her gaze.
With a mischievous grin, she said, "Round two?"
She straddled him with her knees sinking into the soft bed beneath them. She slowly positioned herself over him with her lips curling into a smirk.
Ethan's hands gripped Anna's hips firmly as she straddled him, her body moving rhythmically above him. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her fingers digging into his chest for support.
The room was filled with the sound of their shared pleasure, the creak of the bed, and the soft, wet sounds of their union.
Anna leaned forward, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "You're always so… in control."
Ethan smirked, his hands sliding up her back to pull her closer. "Someone's got to be."
Anna giggled, but it quickly turned into a moan as Ethan thrust up into her, hitting just the right spot. "Fuck," she breathed with her nails pressed lightly against his skin. "You're playing dirty now."
"No such thing as playing dirty when you're this good at it," he teased, his voice low and rough with desire.
He shifted slightly beneath her, angling his hips to deepen the sensation. Anna's head fell back, a blissful sigh escaping her lips as she moved faster, taking him deeper with each thrust.
Soon, Ethan rolled them over, positioning Anna on all fours. He kneeled behind her with his hands gripping her hips once more and didn't hesitate to move.
He slammed into her with a force that made her gasp, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. Anna's moans grew louder, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal intensity. "God, Ethan… yes," she cried out, her voice breaking as pleasure surged through her.
Outside the bedroom door, already noticed by the couple but ignored since they are lost in their passion, Jean stood frozen in place.
The door was slightly ajar, giving her a clear view of the scene inside. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Ethan's powerful movements, his hands gripping Anna's hips possessively. She could see the way Anna's body responded to him, the way she arched her back eagerly to take him deeper.
Jean's hand instinctively moved to her own body, her fingers slipping beneath her skirt to touch herself. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she imagined herself in Anna's place, feeling Ethan's hands on her, his body inside her. Her fingers moved faster, her breathing shallow as she tried to stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt the private moment she was witnessing.
Inside the room, Anna's moans grew more desperate. "Ethan… I'm close," she panted.
"Me too," Ethan growled as his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come with me, Anna."
Their shared climax hit them both hard, their bodies trembling as pleasure washed over them. Jean watched, her own climax building as she imagined herself part of their passion. She couldn't tear her eyes away, even as she felt her own release overtake her. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out, her body shaking as she came silently.
Ethan and Anna collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together. Anna turned her head to look at Ethan, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're going to spoil me if you keep this up," she murmured.
Ethan chuckled while brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Then I guess I'll just have to spoil you rotten."
Jean, still standing outside the door, felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. She knew she should leave, but she couldn't bring herself to move. Her heart raced as she watched them, her mind filled with fantasies of what it would be like to be in Anna's place.
But instead, she heard Ethan's voice, low and husky, saying, "You know, I think we might have an audience."
Anna giggled and her voice is playful. "Do we?"
Jean's cheeks burned as she ran to her room as if her life depends on it.
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