Weather Series Part 02 - Chapter 03 - Resolution
Chapter 03 - Resolution
A/N: For those of you who haven't figured it out already this story was
inspired by the song by Rihanna feat. Jay-Z Titled "Umbrella" (lyrics can be found here)
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"Then I believe we are both overdressed,” he says in that voice that would make angels cry for its beauty. I am very glad he chooses that moment to scoop me into his arms and walk over to the bed because I am sure my legs wouldn’t have supported me for another second. He sets me down and takes a small step back as if to say the next move is mine. Without taking my eyes from him, I quickly shed my trainers and socks and move to sit on the bed with my feet dangling off the side. When he doesn’t return to me I lean forward, gripping the front of his jeans, and pull him in closer then slowly begin to work at his belt. His hand moves to still my trembling fingers and I look up from my task, wondering why he has chosen to stop me. The look he gives me sends fire rushing to my core and I can feel my breasts contracting as his eyes slowly sweep across my chest.
“I do believe it’s my turn,’ he says and I tremble at both the sound and the import of those words as he moves to kneel before me and undo my top. With deliberate intent he slowly unbuttons it and by the third fastening I want to scream in frustration and need. I look up and I see the look of amusement on his face and I know he knows exactly what this is doing to me. I can’t help but mumble under my breath, “Git,” and he bursts into a delighted grin, which I return as his fingers pick up the pace.
As he runs out of buttons he slowly slides my top from my shoulders with a look of someone opening a very unexpected present that is precious and of great value; I don’t know that I have ever felt more wanted. He leans forward and places a gentle kiss on the top of each breast and I close my eyes at the sensation as his hands move to my back to unclasp my bra. As he pulls back he brings the garment with him and flings it to his side and I can feel him staring at my revealed nakedness.
Just as I begin to wonder if he likes what he sees he says, "Beautiful," in a reverent tone that oozes pure pleasure and I feel a blush flare across my skin as I peer at him from behind a shock of hair. His fingers are ever so gentle as they brush the hair aside and he quietly asks, “Who is hiding now?” Self-conscious at being caught, I look down. “Rose look at me.” I want to but I feel suddenly like I don’t deserve this wonderful man I love more than anything, feeling embarrassed for wanting this with him so much.
“Please Rose?” At the need I hear in those words I break, unable to deny him this, not when I would gladly give him everything else. Hesitantly I look up at him and I am struck again at the incredible beauty of his eyes, in fact I am so caught up in them that I am almost surprised when he moves forward and I again feel the softness of his lips. His tongue gently seeks entrance then proceeds to duel and dance with my own. In unspoken agreement we regain our feet, never once breaking the kiss, and suddenly I can no longer wait, I need him so much it aches. The feel of my breasts moving against his naked chest as our hands roam each other’s torsos sets off flares of pleasure plummeting to my center like wild inverted fireworks. I move to remove his belt, unwilling to tolerate the separation any longer, as tingling pleasure ripples across my body. I feel his hands at my own pants and know that he too is feeling the rising passion between us.
“Oh my beautiful Rose,” he states and I violently shudder at the pleasure of hearing both those words and the subsonics of his voice.
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She is so incredibly beautiful and I feel the need rising in me, drowning out the voice that tells me that this will only end in grief. Her shiver is an erotic delight and I am amazed and gratified that the temporary physical changes her actions have wrought have not frightened her. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating and each time I speak she broadcasts a wonderful mental wave of pleasure and I can feel myself being lost in the pleasure of her touching me. Freeing her from her jeans, I take a step back to admire the entirety of her naked form and I am left speechless. But she makes it clear she no longer has patience for that as she moves forward to rapidly complete the task of my disrobing. As she quickly presses me upward to free me from my briefs I can’t help the gasp of pleasure at her touch and the look on her face, with that naughty tongue poke she does, makes it abundantly clear she knows exactly what she was doing when she did that. “Minx,” I state, pushing more subsonic resonance into my voice, and watching the violent shiver along her form, two can play at that game. Even as I chalk up a mental score to my side, I am forced to give her two as in that brief moment of self-congratulation she drops to her knees, taking me in her mouth, and I am forced to grab for her shoulders as the sensation of her hot mouth encircling me floods my senses. I can feel my member leap in reaction to her ministrations. Never had I expected this of her and I am quickly dizzy with the actions of her tongue sliding and teasing along me. “Rose! I…” I can’t continue as she starts a suction that threatens to unhinge me, ripping a groan from my throat. As I step rapidly back, pulling out of that sweet haven, I am trembling and know that if I let her have even a few more moments I would have been unable to resist the rip tide of pleasure that would have dragged me under. It has been centuries since I let someone this close and I had forgotten how incredible it could be, how overwhelming to the senses. As it is, the pouting look on her face sends a new jolt through my system and I move quickly before she has a chance to question my retreat, sweeping her up and gently depositing her in the middle of my bed. The sight of her there is nearly my undoing as I have so often imagined her lying just like that; her flushed pink skin a vivid contrast to my dark blue sheets.
If were going to do this, which is now a forgone conclusion, I am going to make sure that she never regrets this decision.
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I can’t help the pout as he abruptly staggers back from my attentions but I’m not given a chance to dwell on why before I find myself in the middle of his bed and him lying between my legs. I quiver in anticipation at the intense expression on his face. What I don’t expect is for him have turned the tables on me so quickly and I am completely gob smacked at the incredible sensations that he generates by simply humming against the entrance of my womanhood. I reach for him and my fingers find no purchase his close-cropped hair. I have time for only the briefest moment of frustration before I gasp, arching up into him in delight, as he does it again this time slightly longer and it unexpectedly throws me over the edge and I feel an orgasm the likes of which I have never had rip through my frame. I can’t seem to get enough as he sends me higher by gently lapping at me. After what seems like an eternity of rising and crashing at the behest of his talented actions, he eases back gently stroking my hip as he gives me a chance to catch my breath. Never have felt anything like this and he has barely touched me, a thought that sends another shiver of pleasure through me. I was hardly aware of his moving up to lie next to me rolling me into his side to rest. What I am aware of though is the wonderful scent that is coming from him like cinnamon and spices for which I have no name. It’s a smell I have occasionally gotten a brief whiff of before and have always associated with him but had never realized that it might be actually something created by his person. In concentration I now know it for what it is, the smell of his arousal and I smile knowing that I have that effect on him.
Amused, I think of some of the times that I have smelled it in the past and I now understand why he has done some of the things that I had found at the time inexplicable and can’t help but to smirk at my newfound understanding. Mostly though I just want to curl up in that lovely scent and never come out. Enough time for that later, for now I want to find out what other secrets he has for me. Snuggled into his side as I am, I find a target for my attentions and roll slightly over him and lap at the nipple closest to me delighting in his surprised gasp and I look up straight into those exquisite blue eyes putting a impish smile on my face.
“So my lovely Rose, decided to rejoin me,” he says using that dead sexy bedroom voice of his and smirking at my shudder of pleasure at hearing it.
“You think you’re so impressive don’t you?” I reply, “Well you’re not the only one with talents.” With that I encircle his girth and gently stroke him feeling him jerk and harden a bit more at my touch.
I smile as I note his voice is just that bit huskier as he replies, “Oh, really?”
What I don’t expect is the sensations I feel as his fingers brush against the side of my temple, ‘I will have you know, Ms Tyler, I am very impressive.’ I feel him say registering that it wasn’t my ears that heard his words. For a brief second I panic and I hear him softly say, “No Rose, I am not reading your mind. I will never do that without your permission unless it’s required to save your life. I pushed a thought to you, telepathic I am.”
“Then how did you…”
“Made sense that would be your first question. Not to mention you lot are not exactly quiet when surprised. You practically shouted the question at me.”
“Oh.” I’m not quite sure what to make of this new development. Then it dawns on me that there must be a reason he is telling me this now and I have to ask. “Why now?” I feel a sudden tension in him as I ask and for a moment I am unsure he will answer.
When he does reply it is very quiet, “Because if we…” and his hesitation tells me more then his words.
So I finish for him with what I now suspect. “Because if we finish this between us you will be in my head won’t you?”
His slight nod gives me pauses, “But you will be in mine too,” he says in a small voice and I take a moment to take in that idea. His next words though decide me as he begins to back peddle. “If you don’t want…”
“Yes.” I reply and see a flash of a disappointed yet resigned expression before it’s quickly hidden so I clarify realizing he has misunderstood me, “Yes, I want this," I state while caressing his manhood. "I want to be with you, all of you,” then I reach and gently touch his temple. “inside me.” The expression of relief on his face is almost comical if it wasn’t so heart wrenching for me to realize what it must be like to be so alone when you are capable of being so close to someone else.
He must see something on my face of what I was thinking as I feel him stiffen. His words as I feel him start to draw away leave me as cold as the tone in which he says them. “I don’t want your pity Rose!”
“No!” I cry lunging across his body to halt his retreat reaching for his face to make him look at me. “Please, you don’t understand.”
His body freezes beneath mine his eyes and voice cold and black as space. “What do I not understand Rose? That you pity me or that maybe you that you want to give the alien a quick shag? To what, sate your curiosity or is it some bribe you feel you need to give me so you can stay?”
I draw back and stare at him in fury, hurt and anger until I spot for just a second the incredible hurt in his eyes behind his cruel words and like dew before the hot summer sun my anger vanishes and is replaced by determination to make him see exactly what he means to me. Placing my hands very deliberately on his shoulders as if to hold him down, which is more part of making a point than a thing of which either of us is under the delusion I am capable. I look him straight in the eyes and dare him to find out the truth. “Doctor if you truly want to know what I feel then come in and find out.”
He hesitates and my heart breaks suspecting what that hesitation might mean then just as deliberately as I had moved moments before he places his hands on each side of my face giving me plenty of time to draw away and closes his eyes and I feel a slight fluttering feeling between my eyes. In the next moment I am being crushed to his chest in a bear hug as I hear him sob in my ear, “Oh Rose! I’m so sorry! I’m…” and his words cut off in a broken sob. In that moment I know he finally understands.
I caress his face as much as I can with one hand given the awkward position in which he is now holding me and nuzzle his neck making comforting noises as he cries. His grip only slowly slackens as he realizes I am making no move to escape. As I listen to the broken sounds of his tears raining down I know I would do anything to make that pain go away. Do anything to make him feel better. As he lessens his grip on me I slowly move my free hand down to stroke along his side feeling the small hiccuping motions of his chest as his tears begin to slow and finally fall silent.
At what point the slide of my fingers across his flesh turns from strictly comfort to foreplay I can’t say but the burning urgency we had felt has morphed into something deeper and more intimate. I can’t say I am sorry for that, it is obvious to me now, in a way it wasn’t earlier that both of our actions earlier had been driven primarily by the desire to ease the tension and razor sharp pain that has been our constant companion for the last two days. Now it is about what it should have been from the beginning, about us and how we truly feel about each other.
My thoughts are interrupted by his soft words, “Rose, I’m sorry I…”
I press my finger to his lips to still his words of regret, “Hush, nothing to be sorry for.”
“But…”
“No buts.” With that I slide a bit further up his frame and capture his lips to still any additional protests. The strokes of his tongue are gentle and languorous neither of us feeling the need to rush. The feel of his slightly callused hands moving across my flesh sends a shiver down my spine. I love the feel of him beneath my fingertips and the sparse hairs on his chest are just enough to add lovely friction as we move against each other.
I can feel his renewed interest pressing against my leg and slide my hand down to caress and encourage him feeling his slight jerk as my fingers make contact again. I draw back to see the expression on his face and am rewarded with a hesitant smile. I lean down and give him a quick peck on the lips, “Feel better?” and he gives me a small nod looking sheepish, which looks completely adorable on him.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Going to make you feel a lot better too.” I lean back just in time to see his expression move from shock to delight and settle on desire and the shift of his eyes from his normal blue to the exotic blue and gold that I am finding is an incredible turn on. I reach out and gently caress his cheekbone with my fingertips marveling at the change my words have wrought and smile as he turns his head to kiss them.
If I live to as old as he is I still will never get over how wonderful this man is. I trail my fingers across his jaw, feeling the start of some light stubble and down over the muscles in his neck my eyes locked on their path, knowing he is watching and wondering what I am planning. There is only so much teasing I have in me at the moment and so I choose to slide down his body placing small kisses down the side of his body closest to me feeling him shiver in reaction. As I run my tongue around his nearer nipple I hear him sigh as he begins to comb his fingers through my hair.
Stealing a glance up his body I can see his eyes have almost closed and gently tweak his other nipple causing him to hiss at the unexpected sensation. I am discovering that lovely smell tastes equally nice and wonder if he enjoys my taste as much as I am enjoying his. Slowly I work my way down his torso and I feel his squirm as I find a ticklish spot.
"Rose you don... " I halt his words gently placing my hand flat over his sternum in a signal to stop and look up at his troubled expression.
"But I want to." I hope he will let me give him this; he has been so hurt and has showed me so much, given me so much just by being him and sharing his life with me. The expression on his face is torn between wanting and some sense that he doesn’t deserve this. So I make it about him giving me something and give him the look I know usually convinces him to do things my way. “Please”. His response is to close his eyes with that resigned look on his face that I know means he is agreeing and bounce up and give him a big kiss, then trail a line of kisses down his center. He may have agreed but I’m not going to let him think about it any more and move on to the main course. Sliding down his body the rest of the way, ensuring that I make as much contact on the way down as I can, I smile as I feel him shudder at the contact.
Gently I take him in hand and elicit a small moan, a couple of small strokes and I can hear his breath catch. I take him in my mouth and again and can feel the way his hips tense beneath my hands seeking to thrust. I am unsure how long he will let me enjoy myself like this before he will seek escape, but I intend to find out.
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I try to let her know she doesn’t need to do this but she won’t let me speak of it. Her attentions are intense and make my head spin. I can’t believe I am letting her do this, but when she gives me that look she could ask anything and I would try to give it to her. Why she wants this I don’t understand but after the intense love I saw in her mind earlier I feel even more unworthy of this gift she wants me to have. Oh Rassilion, where in the world did she learn to do that with her tongue? I know I can’t take much more of this as my respiratory bypass kicks in. I don’t want our first time to finish like this and as she adds that deadly suction to her already devilish torment I can take no more. “Rose… Please I…” the look of pure desire she gives me as she looks up takes what little breath I had left and I gently pull her away while I desperately gulp in air to help clear my head. The expression on her face tells me this was exactly what she had wanted and as she slowly stalks up my body like some wild cat. I know that I want more than anything to watch her unravel beneath me. As she draws even and peers down at me I have arrived at my final straw; reaching up I roll her beneath me. “Oh my precious Rose.” A smile bursts onto my face as she closes her eyes shivering at my words and presses her hips up into mine in invitation hooking her feet behind my knees drawing me in closer. For a moment I settle into the cradle of her thighs and I just look at this beautiful woman who has chosen me. She languidly opens her eyes and whimpers as I slide along her opening feeling the incredible heat of her human body and hum in pleasure at that contact. Sliding back just a bit I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and I feel her breath catch as she realizes my intent at the feel of my fingers lightly twining in her hair alongside her face. ‘Rose?’ I mentally ask in concern at her reaction.
“Please Doctor, now!” that desperate plea and the look of need in her eyes breaks my final thread of restraint. I slide into the sweet warmth of both her body and mind. Lost in the incredible pleasure of that contact. A deep moan is ripped from my throat and the effect of it on her explodes into my mind as her orgasm surges through us both. Where I draw the strength to hold from on I can only guess, as wave after wave of her ardor washes over me and leaves us both trembling and gasping in it’s wake. How long we are locked in that cycle of looping pleasure I have no idea, and I care even less. Eventually we begin to drift back into awareness and I revel in the closeness that I have denied myself for so long, hyper aware of being buried to the hilt in this glorious woman, my beautiful Rose. Her legs are wrapped around my hips in a way that I have only dreamed of before and I feel her marvel at the fact that I have found her to be the object of my desired for so long now.
There are no words here, none are needed and even as I feel her flush of excitement I know I want to take her go over that edge again and begin a slow movement that makes us both moan in tandem. A flash of how it good it feels to her having me within her forces me to open my eyes and look down at her at the same time moving in a long smooth in and out stroke that causes us to both quake. Slowly she opens her eyes and I get a flash of desire as hers lock with mine and it’s my turn to marvel at how attractive she finds the changes my need for her have caused. I feel her astonishment at how much she can feel through my senses and her mental smile as she notes my reaction to the smell of her ardor. It’s a smile I share with her, as I register her equally powerful positive reaction to mine. Leaning in I slowly lap a small drop of sweat from her throat and another shock wave overtakes us as she feels my reaction to the lovely cocktail of desire her body has created.
Quietly I state in her ear utilizing the subsonics, which have such a dramatic effect on her, “Ready to go higher, my beautiful Rose?” I feel her assent even as I feel her teetering on the edge yet again. I move to push us both over with force by picking up the pace of my strokes. No more than a stroke and a half later I feel our senses implode and the wild pull of her body clenching and milking mine for everything I can give her, knowing I will give this beautiful woman in my arms everything with my power to give her. It is my last cohesive though I am conscious of as the incandescent burn of my climax swallows us.
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together, because we both have each other.
(Story Index)
A/N: For those of you who haven't figured it out already this story was
inspired by the song by Rihanna feat. Jay-Z Titled "Umbrella" (lyrics can be found here)
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"Then I believe we are both overdressed,” he says in that voice that would make angels cry for its beauty. I am very glad he chooses that moment to scoop me into his arms and walk over to the bed because I am sure my legs wouldn’t have supported me for another second. He sets me down and takes a small step back as if to say the next move is mine. Without taking my eyes from him, I quickly shed my trainers and socks and move to sit on the bed with my feet dangling off the side. When he doesn’t return to me I lean forward, gripping the front of his jeans, and pull him in closer then slowly begin to work at his belt. His hand moves to still my trembling fingers and I look up from my task, wondering why he has chosen to stop me. The look he gives me sends fire rushing to my core and I can feel my breasts contracting as his eyes slowly sweep across my chest.
“I do believe it’s my turn,’ he says and I tremble at both the sound and the import of those words as he moves to kneel before me and undo my top. With deliberate intent he slowly unbuttons it and by the third fastening I want to scream in frustration and need. I look up and I see the look of amusement on his face and I know he knows exactly what this is doing to me. I can’t help but mumble under my breath, “Git,” and he bursts into a delighted grin, which I return as his fingers pick up the pace.
As he runs out of buttons he slowly slides my top from my shoulders with a look of someone opening a very unexpected present that is precious and of great value; I don’t know that I have ever felt more wanted. He leans forward and places a gentle kiss on the top of each breast and I close my eyes at the sensation as his hands move to my back to unclasp my bra. As he pulls back he brings the garment with him and flings it to his side and I can feel him staring at my revealed nakedness.
Just as I begin to wonder if he likes what he sees he says, "Beautiful," in a reverent tone that oozes pure pleasure and I feel a blush flare across my skin as I peer at him from behind a shock of hair. His fingers are ever so gentle as they brush the hair aside and he quietly asks, “Who is hiding now?” Self-conscious at being caught, I look down. “Rose look at me.” I want to but I feel suddenly like I don’t deserve this wonderful man I love more than anything, feeling embarrassed for wanting this with him so much.
“Please Rose?” At the need I hear in those words I break, unable to deny him this, not when I would gladly give him everything else. Hesitantly I look up at him and I am struck again at the incredible beauty of his eyes, in fact I am so caught up in them that I am almost surprised when he moves forward and I again feel the softness of his lips. His tongue gently seeks entrance then proceeds to duel and dance with my own. In unspoken agreement we regain our feet, never once breaking the kiss, and suddenly I can no longer wait, I need him so much it aches. The feel of my breasts moving against his naked chest as our hands roam each other’s torsos sets off flares of pleasure plummeting to my center like wild inverted fireworks. I move to remove his belt, unwilling to tolerate the separation any longer, as tingling pleasure ripples across my body. I feel his hands at my own pants and know that he too is feeling the rising passion between us.
“Oh my beautiful Rose,” he states and I violently shudder at the pleasure of hearing both those words and the subsonics of his voice.
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She is so incredibly beautiful and I feel the need rising in me, drowning out the voice that tells me that this will only end in grief. Her shiver is an erotic delight and I am amazed and gratified that the temporary physical changes her actions have wrought have not frightened her. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating and each time I speak she broadcasts a wonderful mental wave of pleasure and I can feel myself being lost in the pleasure of her touching me. Freeing her from her jeans, I take a step back to admire the entirety of her naked form and I am left speechless. But she makes it clear she no longer has patience for that as she moves forward to rapidly complete the task of my disrobing. As she quickly presses me upward to free me from my briefs I can’t help the gasp of pleasure at her touch and the look on her face, with that naughty tongue poke she does, makes it abundantly clear she knows exactly what she was doing when she did that. “Minx,” I state, pushing more subsonic resonance into my voice, and watching the violent shiver along her form, two can play at that game. Even as I chalk up a mental score to my side, I am forced to give her two as in that brief moment of self-congratulation she drops to her knees, taking me in her mouth, and I am forced to grab for her shoulders as the sensation of her hot mouth encircling me floods my senses. I can feel my member leap in reaction to her ministrations. Never had I expected this of her and I am quickly dizzy with the actions of her tongue sliding and teasing along me. “Rose! I…” I can’t continue as she starts a suction that threatens to unhinge me, ripping a groan from my throat. As I step rapidly back, pulling out of that sweet haven, I am trembling and know that if I let her have even a few more moments I would have been unable to resist the rip tide of pleasure that would have dragged me under. It has been centuries since I let someone this close and I had forgotten how incredible it could be, how overwhelming to the senses. As it is, the pouting look on her face sends a new jolt through my system and I move quickly before she has a chance to question my retreat, sweeping her up and gently depositing her in the middle of my bed. The sight of her there is nearly my undoing as I have so often imagined her lying just like that; her flushed pink skin a vivid contrast to my dark blue sheets.
If were going to do this, which is now a forgone conclusion, I am going to make sure that she never regrets this decision.
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I can’t help the pout as he abruptly staggers back from my attentions but I’m not given a chance to dwell on why before I find myself in the middle of his bed and him lying between my legs. I quiver in anticipation at the intense expression on his face. What I don’t expect is for him have turned the tables on me so quickly and I am completely gob smacked at the incredible sensations that he generates by simply humming against the entrance of my womanhood. I reach for him and my fingers find no purchase his close-cropped hair. I have time for only the briefest moment of frustration before I gasp, arching up into him in delight, as he does it again this time slightly longer and it unexpectedly throws me over the edge and I feel an orgasm the likes of which I have never had rip through my frame. I can’t seem to get enough as he sends me higher by gently lapping at me. After what seems like an eternity of rising and crashing at the behest of his talented actions, he eases back gently stroking my hip as he gives me a chance to catch my breath. Never have felt anything like this and he has barely touched me, a thought that sends another shiver of pleasure through me. I was hardly aware of his moving up to lie next to me rolling me into his side to rest. What I am aware of though is the wonderful scent that is coming from him like cinnamon and spices for which I have no name. It’s a smell I have occasionally gotten a brief whiff of before and have always associated with him but had never realized that it might be actually something created by his person. In concentration I now know it for what it is, the smell of his arousal and I smile knowing that I have that effect on him.
Amused, I think of some of the times that I have smelled it in the past and I now understand why he has done some of the things that I had found at the time inexplicable and can’t help but to smirk at my newfound understanding. Mostly though I just want to curl up in that lovely scent and never come out. Enough time for that later, for now I want to find out what other secrets he has for me. Snuggled into his side as I am, I find a target for my attentions and roll slightly over him and lap at the nipple closest to me delighting in his surprised gasp and I look up straight into those exquisite blue eyes putting a impish smile on my face.
“So my lovely Rose, decided to rejoin me,” he says using that dead sexy bedroom voice of his and smirking at my shudder of pleasure at hearing it.
“You think you’re so impressive don’t you?” I reply, “Well you’re not the only one with talents.” With that I encircle his girth and gently stroke him feeling him jerk and harden a bit more at my touch.
I smile as I note his voice is just that bit huskier as he replies, “Oh, really?”
What I don’t expect is the sensations I feel as his fingers brush against the side of my temple, ‘I will have you know, Ms Tyler, I am very impressive.’ I feel him say registering that it wasn’t my ears that heard his words. For a brief second I panic and I hear him softly say, “No Rose, I am not reading your mind. I will never do that without your permission unless it’s required to save your life. I pushed a thought to you, telepathic I am.”
“Then how did you…”
“Made sense that would be your first question. Not to mention you lot are not exactly quiet when surprised. You practically shouted the question at me.”
“Oh.” I’m not quite sure what to make of this new development. Then it dawns on me that there must be a reason he is telling me this now and I have to ask. “Why now?” I feel a sudden tension in him as I ask and for a moment I am unsure he will answer.
When he does reply it is very quiet, “Because if we…” and his hesitation tells me more then his words.
So I finish for him with what I now suspect. “Because if we finish this between us you will be in my head won’t you?”
His slight nod gives me pauses, “But you will be in mine too,” he says in a small voice and I take a moment to take in that idea. His next words though decide me as he begins to back peddle. “If you don’t want…”
“Yes.” I reply and see a flash of a disappointed yet resigned expression before it’s quickly hidden so I clarify realizing he has misunderstood me, “Yes, I want this," I state while caressing his manhood. "I want to be with you, all of you,” then I reach and gently touch his temple. “inside me.” The expression of relief on his face is almost comical if it wasn’t so heart wrenching for me to realize what it must be like to be so alone when you are capable of being so close to someone else.
He must see something on my face of what I was thinking as I feel him stiffen. His words as I feel him start to draw away leave me as cold as the tone in which he says them. “I don’t want your pity Rose!”
“No!” I cry lunging across his body to halt his retreat reaching for his face to make him look at me. “Please, you don’t understand.”
His body freezes beneath mine his eyes and voice cold and black as space. “What do I not understand Rose? That you pity me or that maybe you that you want to give the alien a quick shag? To what, sate your curiosity or is it some bribe you feel you need to give me so you can stay?”
I draw back and stare at him in fury, hurt and anger until I spot for just a second the incredible hurt in his eyes behind his cruel words and like dew before the hot summer sun my anger vanishes and is replaced by determination to make him see exactly what he means to me. Placing my hands very deliberately on his shoulders as if to hold him down, which is more part of making a point than a thing of which either of us is under the delusion I am capable. I look him straight in the eyes and dare him to find out the truth. “Doctor if you truly want to know what I feel then come in and find out.”
He hesitates and my heart breaks suspecting what that hesitation might mean then just as deliberately as I had moved moments before he places his hands on each side of my face giving me plenty of time to draw away and closes his eyes and I feel a slight fluttering feeling between my eyes. In the next moment I am being crushed to his chest in a bear hug as I hear him sob in my ear, “Oh Rose! I’m so sorry! I’m…” and his words cut off in a broken sob. In that moment I know he finally understands.
I caress his face as much as I can with one hand given the awkward position in which he is now holding me and nuzzle his neck making comforting noises as he cries. His grip only slowly slackens as he realizes I am making no move to escape. As I listen to the broken sounds of his tears raining down I know I would do anything to make that pain go away. Do anything to make him feel better. As he lessens his grip on me I slowly move my free hand down to stroke along his side feeling the small hiccuping motions of his chest as his tears begin to slow and finally fall silent.
At what point the slide of my fingers across his flesh turns from strictly comfort to foreplay I can’t say but the burning urgency we had felt has morphed into something deeper and more intimate. I can’t say I am sorry for that, it is obvious to me now, in a way it wasn’t earlier that both of our actions earlier had been driven primarily by the desire to ease the tension and razor sharp pain that has been our constant companion for the last two days. Now it is about what it should have been from the beginning, about us and how we truly feel about each other.
My thoughts are interrupted by his soft words, “Rose, I’m sorry I…”
I press my finger to his lips to still his words of regret, “Hush, nothing to be sorry for.”
“But…”
“No buts.” With that I slide a bit further up his frame and capture his lips to still any additional protests. The strokes of his tongue are gentle and languorous neither of us feeling the need to rush. The feel of his slightly callused hands moving across my flesh sends a shiver down my spine. I love the feel of him beneath my fingertips and the sparse hairs on his chest are just enough to add lovely friction as we move against each other.
I can feel his renewed interest pressing against my leg and slide my hand down to caress and encourage him feeling his slight jerk as my fingers make contact again. I draw back to see the expression on his face and am rewarded with a hesitant smile. I lean down and give him a quick peck on the lips, “Feel better?” and he gives me a small nod looking sheepish, which looks completely adorable on him.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Going to make you feel a lot better too.” I lean back just in time to see his expression move from shock to delight and settle on desire and the shift of his eyes from his normal blue to the exotic blue and gold that I am finding is an incredible turn on. I reach out and gently caress his cheekbone with my fingertips marveling at the change my words have wrought and smile as he turns his head to kiss them.
If I live to as old as he is I still will never get over how wonderful this man is. I trail my fingers across his jaw, feeling the start of some light stubble and down over the muscles in his neck my eyes locked on their path, knowing he is watching and wondering what I am planning. There is only so much teasing I have in me at the moment and so I choose to slide down his body placing small kisses down the side of his body closest to me feeling him shiver in reaction. As I run my tongue around his nearer nipple I hear him sigh as he begins to comb his fingers through my hair.
Stealing a glance up his body I can see his eyes have almost closed and gently tweak his other nipple causing him to hiss at the unexpected sensation. I am discovering that lovely smell tastes equally nice and wonder if he enjoys my taste as much as I am enjoying his. Slowly I work my way down his torso and I feel his squirm as I find a ticklish spot.
"Rose you don... " I halt his words gently placing my hand flat over his sternum in a signal to stop and look up at his troubled expression.
"But I want to." I hope he will let me give him this; he has been so hurt and has showed me so much, given me so much just by being him and sharing his life with me. The expression on his face is torn between wanting and some sense that he doesn’t deserve this. So I make it about him giving me something and give him the look I know usually convinces him to do things my way. “Please”. His response is to close his eyes with that resigned look on his face that I know means he is agreeing and bounce up and give him a big kiss, then trail a line of kisses down his center. He may have agreed but I’m not going to let him think about it any more and move on to the main course. Sliding down his body the rest of the way, ensuring that I make as much contact on the way down as I can, I smile as I feel him shudder at the contact.
Gently I take him in hand and elicit a small moan, a couple of small strokes and I can hear his breath catch. I take him in my mouth and again and can feel the way his hips tense beneath my hands seeking to thrust. I am unsure how long he will let me enjoy myself like this before he will seek escape, but I intend to find out.
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I try to let her know she doesn’t need to do this but she won’t let me speak of it. Her attentions are intense and make my head spin. I can’t believe I am letting her do this, but when she gives me that look she could ask anything and I would try to give it to her. Why she wants this I don’t understand but after the intense love I saw in her mind earlier I feel even more unworthy of this gift she wants me to have. Oh Rassilion, where in the world did she learn to do that with her tongue? I know I can’t take much more of this as my respiratory bypass kicks in. I don’t want our first time to finish like this and as she adds that deadly suction to her already devilish torment I can take no more. “Rose… Please I…” the look of pure desire she gives me as she looks up takes what little breath I had left and I gently pull her away while I desperately gulp in air to help clear my head. The expression on her face tells me this was exactly what she had wanted and as she slowly stalks up my body like some wild cat. I know that I want more than anything to watch her unravel beneath me. As she draws even and peers down at me I have arrived at my final straw; reaching up I roll her beneath me. “Oh my precious Rose.” A smile bursts onto my face as she closes her eyes shivering at my words and presses her hips up into mine in invitation hooking her feet behind my knees drawing me in closer. For a moment I settle into the cradle of her thighs and I just look at this beautiful woman who has chosen me. She languidly opens her eyes and whimpers as I slide along her opening feeling the incredible heat of her human body and hum in pleasure at that contact. Sliding back just a bit I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and I feel her breath catch as she realizes my intent at the feel of my fingers lightly twining in her hair alongside her face. ‘Rose?’ I mentally ask in concern at her reaction.
“Please Doctor, now!” that desperate plea and the look of need in her eyes breaks my final thread of restraint. I slide into the sweet warmth of both her body and mind. Lost in the incredible pleasure of that contact. A deep moan is ripped from my throat and the effect of it on her explodes into my mind as her orgasm surges through us both. Where I draw the strength to hold from on I can only guess, as wave after wave of her ardor washes over me and leaves us both trembling and gasping in it’s wake. How long we are locked in that cycle of looping pleasure I have no idea, and I care even less. Eventually we begin to drift back into awareness and I revel in the closeness that I have denied myself for so long, hyper aware of being buried to the hilt in this glorious woman, my beautiful Rose. Her legs are wrapped around my hips in a way that I have only dreamed of before and I feel her marvel at the fact that I have found her to be the object of my desired for so long now.
There are no words here, none are needed and even as I feel her flush of excitement I know I want to take her go over that edge again and begin a slow movement that makes us both moan in tandem. A flash of how it good it feels to her having me within her forces me to open my eyes and look down at her at the same time moving in a long smooth in and out stroke that causes us to both quake. Slowly she opens her eyes and I get a flash of desire as hers lock with mine and it’s my turn to marvel at how attractive she finds the changes my need for her have caused. I feel her astonishment at how much she can feel through my senses and her mental smile as she notes my reaction to the smell of her ardor. It’s a smile I share with her, as I register her equally powerful positive reaction to mine. Leaning in I slowly lap a small drop of sweat from her throat and another shock wave overtakes us as she feels my reaction to the lovely cocktail of desire her body has created.
Quietly I state in her ear utilizing the subsonics, which have such a dramatic effect on her, “Ready to go higher, my beautiful Rose?” I feel her assent even as I feel her teetering on the edge yet again. I move to push us both over with force by picking up the pace of my strokes. No more than a stroke and a half later I feel our senses implode and the wild pull of her body clenching and milking mine for everything I can give her, knowing I will give this beautiful woman in my arms everything with my power to give her. It is my last cohesive though I am conscious of as the incandescent burn of my climax swallows us.
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together, because we both have each other.
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