When You Smile
Fandom : The Manchurian Candidate
Pairing : Raymond/Eleanor
Rating : PG-13 for this chapter, it will most likely go up later ;)
Warning : This story contains incest. If that freaks you out, turn away now. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer : None of these characters belong to me, just the plotline sadly :(
How does she have that way of making him want to go to her constantly? It just makes it harder and harder to be near her, that's why he stands from the couch and walks across the room now...to get some distance. Her scent alone was making him foggy. Of course, he knows this is not natural. How could it be? She's his mother, for God's sake. He should not have just been thinking what it would be like to kiss the inside of her wrist.
But, she's Eleanor. She has this automatic charm about her that pulls you in. She can turn in on in an instant. It's been particularly useful in her career, getting her votes by becoming the public's sweetheart. He knows, however, how ruthless she can be when she wants, how ruthless she is when it comes to him and his own success. Yet, that doesn't stop him from wanting her.
"Mother, please...", he starts. Problem is he can't finish the thought. Please what? Please don't make this hard on me right now? Please leave so I can concentrate on something other than you? Please except me as your lover?
It's no use. His disturbing fantasies are just that, fantasies. There would be no real way to be with her the way he wants to, needs to. They live in the public eye. There would be scandal, gossip, disaster. Not to mention it's illegal. And even if such a thing were possible, she would never take him. She'd probably disown him if she knew.
"Raymond, darling, I'm only trying to help", she defends, standing and moving to him. She puts her arms on his broad shoulders and rubs. "Why you're so nervous, I'll never know. You have no reason to be. You will do great. I know you will"
The touching has got to stop, but oh, does it feel good. "I'm not like you, I'll never be the politician you are", he says, giving up the idea of pushing her off when her hands move to his chest.
His words have stopped her, though. And suddenly, she's upset with him. "Raymond! Don't you even think that! You ARE the politician I am, more than I am", she stares into his eyes, trying to convince him of something she would bet her life on. "The public loves you, darling. Don't ever doubt that. You are a Prentiss.", she concludes, as if that explains everything.
"I have to deliver this speech just right, a lot is riding on tonight and I just need some time to focus", he says, forcing the words out of his mouth. She knows what he means by this of course.
"You want me to leave?", she innocently asks, hurt lacing her words.
Damn. He should have known he couldn't do it. He takes a step forward and grabs her hand. "No", he backtracks, "no, of course not"
She beams. "Alright. Would you like me to help you rehearse it?"
Eleanor moves to the coffee table, bending over to reach for the papers and he flushes red and turns so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. When she crosses back to him she notices the red on his cheeks. "Raymond? Darling, you're all flush. Are you all right?", she asks, running her hand across his forehead and cheeks to check for fever. But this only makes it worse.
Raymond can't remember when it got this bad. He can remember a few instances as a teenager when he had unnatural feelings for her and after that when he joined the army, she was always constantly on his mind, but it never came to blushing at the site of her backside or the touch of her hands or the close proximity of her body.
"I'm fine", he lies, "Just a little warm in here", he tries to cover, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, trying his hardest not to look like the sweaty nervous wreck of a teenage boy he was acting like.
"Ooohh", she coos, "Here. Let me"
Her hands move to his collar and begin to loosen his tie. And this feels way too much like her undressing him and he backs up without thinking. "No!", he shouts to stop the action. "No, I can--I'm fine", he stutters and turns so his back is facing her.
"Raymond? What on Earth is wrong with you tonight?", she asks, offended by his behavior. She crosses to the couch and flops down, confused and frustrated at his mood.
"Nothing, Mother. I just--I guess I just don't feel well", he says to the window.
"Come here", she orders. He can tell it's an order by the tone in her voice. He takes a minute listening to the low voices from the tv before he sighs and does as he's told, moving to the couch and sitting making sure to leave distance between them.
But she ruins that in a heartbeat by making him lay his head in her lap. She pulls him down until he is resting across the sofa, using her thighs as a pillow. "Just relax", she calms, using her delicate fingers to massage his face like she did when he was a boy. This actually calms him, for just a moment. She rubs her finger pads into the skin on his forehead and the tension goes away.
But when her hands begin to move to the side of his head, caressing his ears, he smells her. Her wrist, where she dabs a bit of perfume every morning, is so close that he thinks he might not be able to lay still much longer. She's incredibly good with her hands and his chest is rising and falling way to fast to be relaxed. Eleanor seems to be oblivious to this however, and he realizes why when he looks up and sees her eyes trained on the television where Senator Jordan is speaking.
Raymond takes this chance to indulge. He lets his mouth open slightly in want as he inhales her sweet scent again and again. He glances up at the swell of her chest. And then he does the worst thing possible. He lets his head fall to the side where his lips line up with her wrist and he kisses it.
And even that tiny bit of contact was so satisfying that he doesn't notice right away that she stopped moving her fingers, that she's brought her attention back down to him. The look in her eyes says she knows. And he is terrified and excited all at the same time. She silently lifts his arm that had been laying across his chest and brings his hand to her lips, kissing the tip of his index finger sensually.
He lets out a small groan and when she doesn't break eye contact with him after that, he knows there's no going back. Raymond sits up and faces her on the couch, noticing the red tint that has taken to her chest from the recent action and he is relieved to know he's not the only one. He leans into her slowly, gauging her reaction and plans to taste her lips. Only she turns her head slightly away from him.
This doesn't deter him. He is a man on a mission. Raymond brings his right hand up to cup the side of her throat, preventing her escape and his moist lips meet the hot skin of her neck, just under her right ear. When she quietly moans, he's hard in a second. He positions his lips in a spot lower this time, kissing her again. And then in another spot, again. Again, again, again. Each one increasing in the pressure and sloppiness of his lips and the longer it goes on the faster it's happening. He's losing control and he's only just kissed her neck.
"Raymond", he faintly hears her calling him. His ears are almost ringing, the way they do when you get light headed. "Raymond"
He stops the kisses, but his eyes stay closed and he doesn't move away. "Raymond, we can't", she's saying. Her hands have made their way to his chest and he can suddenly feel the pressure she's been putting on him.
His heart drops to his stomach. He lets his head drop as well, resting it on her shoulder before asking her "Why?"
"Darling, please", she asks, her body moving away from him, trying to evade his hot breath. "It isn't right", she lamely answers.
Raymond lifts his head to look at her. "No one has to know", he suggests. "Please", he begs her.
He knows she can't stand to her him beg, to want for anything. Eleanor tries to make him understand. "If something like this got out, it would ruin you. It would ruin us both. We could go to jai--"
"No one will find out!", he cuts her off. "We can be discreet. And we're already seen together so often that no one will even suspect"
Now she's in trouble. Because that's not the only reason she had stopped him, just the first one that came to mind. She decides to switch tactics. "You don't want to be with me. I'd be no good for you"
"You'd be everything for me",he corrects her. She cannot know how desperate he is for her right now. No other woman has ever affected him half as much as she is at the moment and he's scared that if the moment passes, there won't be another one. "Please, I need you", he says, a look of yearning on his face.
Eleanor can't possibly let him have her. It could ruin everything she's worked so hard to make for him and she won't let him throw that away. But something in his eyes at this moment makes her cave. She tells herself that it's just once. Just once is all he needs and then his thirst will be quenched and he can give his all to the campaign. She's just going to let him get this temporary interest out of his system. She nods her head subtly, but he sees it. It's her way of giving in.
Raymond doesn't wait for her to change her mind, he stands from the couch and scopes her up into his arms at the same time. They lock eyes and he carries her, bridal style through the double doors into the bedroom suite and up to the bed, where he lightly deposits her on the soft surface.
Neither of them can breathe. This situation is just so far past the familial relationship they keep. With her laying on the bed, watching him nervously remove his tie, it is shockingly clear that they are about to be intimate. His hands aren't very steady, but he pulls himself together long enough to remove his white shirt as well. It slips to the ground and he kneels onto the bed above her. They don't move though. Raymond holds himself inches above her and looks into her eyes. He knows she can feel the pressure on her thigh from his painful erection, but it's silent in the room, no noise at all.
Eleanor isn't sure she made the right choice. She's supposed to be the adult in this situation. No matter how old he may be, she is the authority in the relationship. She'll be responsible for the consequences because she's the mother and she should have known better. But when he leans down and presses his lips to hers, she quits fighting it. His mouth is warm and firm on hers. "Ugh", he makes a noise like it's too much for him to handle and suddenly her hands are in his hair, bringing him down to smash her mouth with his. And it's heaven, pure heaven for both of them. It's not enough though, these feelings have been building for years.
Raymond lets his lower body rest against hers and moves his hands up to peel her jacket away. She helps by sitting up slightly so she can remove her arms from the sleeves and let him pull it from under her. His eyes scan her body, slowly. He isn't even sure where to start he just knows he has to see it. His hands find their way to her hips where he runs them along her sides sensually before squeezing the material against her skin to slid her blouse out of her skirt, where it's been tucked in. As it's pulled up, inch after delicious inch of her milky white skin is shown to him. He shimmies down so his head is level with her abdomen and kisses the exposed flesh. She breaks out in goosebumps.
His strong hands continue their way up, revealing more and more. When he reaches her breasts, he pauses, before discovering the amazingly sexy black lace bra she wears underneath. "Oh, God", spills out of his mouth. She finishes off the job, pulling the material over her head and flinging it onto the bed beside them. Raymond grabs her shoulders, leans down to kiss the top of her right breast and they hear it.
A knock on the door.
Then come the voices. "Senator? Ma'am, we need you down in the lobby for a press release"
They spring apart, both red in the face at the harsh reality of what they were about to do. Eleanor slides her blouse back on, tucks it in and hops off the bed, finding her jacket crumbled on the floor. Raymond is standing stone still, his shirt back on but left unbuttoned and a huge tent in his pants. His face shows shock and humiliation and disappointment. The knocking resumes.
"I'll be there in a minute!", Eleanor yells. She's frustrated at the interruption too. As she tries to smooth out her clothes, she walks towards Raymond taking his face in her hands and giving him a good-bye kiss.....on the cheek. "Bye, darling. I'll see you tonight", she walks away, out of the suite throwing over her shoulder "You'll do great!" with her usual enthusiasm. Then she's gone and now he has this big problem distracting the hell out of him.
Will they ever get the chance again? Was that a one time opportunity that he just missed? Had she hidden a double meaning behind the words "I'll see you tonight"? He doesn't know.
All he knows is that he still wants her and that he won't be giving up just yet. But he's running late now too, so he heads for a cold shower, a place where he can have the privacy to think about her all he wants. Tonight, after his big speech, he's going to have her.