| “Tangled” by Sep *** Honor and love to Travis. *** Part 11 "Inside you." He repeated with a smile. He inched closer to her and she put her top leg over his backside, pulling him closer still. That surprised him, but he let his hand move over that leg, stroking her up and down. She could feel his nakedness against her, the gentle pulse there, and of course she knew it wouldn't take someone as young and able as John very long before he'd be absolutely ready to prove her words as truth. She was so ready for him it was almost an ache, and to quell the tide, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He returned her kiss eagerly yet softly, as he snaked a hand underneath her and pressed it to her back. For long moments there was nothing but the fusion of their mouths, and he tested what she had shown him, offering his tongue to her curiously then fully as she encouraged him with her body and the little sounds she was incapable of stopping. As they pulled apart, she could feel him growing hard once again, and found herself wondering if that was at all strange for him. Things to ask later, she thought with a smile, things to laugh about now that they were together. "I want to make sure you are safe, Jane." His fingers pushed back a strand of her hair, and in his eyes there was a deep concern. For all they'd been through together in the weeks since he'd come into her life, she understood his statement and why he was saying such a thing to her now in their intimacy. He wanted her in all ways, she knew, just as she felt for him. It was unspoken love and concern, deep and true. "I think I'm safer with you than with anyone else in the world, you know?" The smile she offered him was soft and meaningful, intended to convey all she understood and felt. She watched his eyes shift back and forth and for a moment a look of strange concentration came over his features. "Other people?" His look changed into mild confusion as he shifted his weight slightly and propped up onto his elbow, resting his head in that hand. "Other people can make it not safe too? When we …make love, Kathleen said I have to make sure you are safe. Mating," He paused and ran a finger over his lip. "Makes babies." The look in his yes was questioning, even as he said the words. "She said you probably did not want that and I had to make sure…" The look of confusion was still there and Jane couldn't help but to laugh, pressing her lips together and dissolving into a huge smile. Dear God, she thought, his Aunt had that talk with him. Mental note to thank her later. For now, she contained her amusement and turned onto her back. With a sigh, she let out the last of her laughter. "I'm safe, John. In that way yes, I'm safe. Kathleen told you there are ways a woman can make sure she won't get pregnant, or you know, have a baby, right?" "Yes." He said, shaking his head. He seemed relieved by her confirmations. "She told me about the ways. It is good then. You don't want to be not safe, do you?" "Unsafe. No, not just now, John. No babies for Jane just now." She laughed. He came over her again, and she felt his more insistent need press against her once more, and her body naturally responded, her hips moving in a soft roll of encouragement. He looked into her eyes steady and long, asking questions she wanted to answer over and over. He let his hand fall to her leg as it rose against his hip, and as she moved, he slipped between that leg and the other, so she was able once more to wrap around him. Her calves moved up over his, caressing him as he looked down into her face. On his elbows he rested and his hands moved on either side of her face, as without words, they studied one another, their bodies moving gently together, speaking all they left to silence. With a slowly spreading smile, John was the first to break the spell. "Show me… I want to be inside." It was a gentle plea, yet there was an underlying urgency in his words which she felt as well. It was a demand felt deep inside of them that could only be satisfied with physical union. It had been growing between them for so long now, weeks of tension, of denial and longing left unfulfilled. Tonight, now, it would be completed. Her hand inched lower, touching once again on that incredible, strong hardness, the length of him she yearned to feel so deep. Their eyes never parted as she guided him closer, touching him to her, whispering, yes John, inside me, and with a slow, instinctive push of his body, he was there, home, sheathed in her wetness. They both drew in a deep breath and wore equal expressions in and of the moment; the intensity of that long awaited connection as it filled them fully. When he opened his eyes and looked at her again, he shook his head, his hair threatening to block the wonder and lust in his eyes as he savored the feeling. Her name was a whisper on his lips, and she lifted her hips in encouragement. She wanted all he had to give, each inch, each drop that he would fill her with she suddenly craved beyond measure. He closed those beautiful liquid blue eyes once more and let the feeling carry him. He began a slow rhythm, as he had before, in her hand, and from beneath him, she encouraged him still with soft words of passion. He picked himself up some, steadying on his strong, solid arms, and began to move more swiftly, harder, striving to claim the feeling as it moved through him. Jane could see it all in the way he'd look at her, then close his eyes and let his head fall back. He was immersed in the wholeness of loving her, of giving himself to her and feeling all she gave in return. He lowered himself down onto her once more, letting out a little gasp of pleasured surprise as he moved deeper. When his arms came around her head, encircling her so wonderfully, the look he gave was too complex to decipher. "This… is so .." The way his voice trailed off, the way he laid his head against the rise of her breasts, left all that he didn't say hanging in the air. She brought her hands up, trailing them over his back slowly to feel those muscles tense and relax. He was nearly still inside her, and she waited in quietness, not wanting to push him over the edge. "Jane…" He was murmuring against her neck, the dampness of his forehead and her own sweat mingling to create a delicious smoothness as his lips moved there. "I don't have words. So good." He looked into her eyes once again and gradually allowed himself to move his hips, pushing forward and then just as slowly retreating. When her hands came to his face, he leaned into her touch in a tender, familiar way and she moved his hair back behind his ear. "So good John, yes. So very, very good. You don't need words… I know. You feel so incredible baby, so right, so good." To her own ears she sounded half delirious, and she didn't much care if she was ever in her right mind again if derangement felt this wonderful. He captured her hands and raised them over her head, levering his body against them. While she watched him move, she turned herself just slightly. "Oh, no.. don't." He stuttered, "Jane.." She smiled and lay still, understanding. He wanted the moment to hold off, to enjoy each new sensation. To her it didn't matter. She could make love to him over and over without much pause, and again she thought of that expression, how the floodgates had been opened. Indeed. She wanted him to flood her, to fill her like no other man before, there was no one now but him. This night he'd claimed so much more than her body. She was his, for good. He found his rhythm once more inside of her, and she couldn't resist lifting her legs around him. "Jane," In his voice, barely, she heard a little laugh as he looked down. "You, shouldn't. It feels too good, like before." He came down against her easily, kissing his way up to her mouth. That was one thing he had no hesitation to do, and he was absolutely damn good at the task. His voice was soft and low, "I want to … you know, do it right." "You're doing it perfectly, perfect, perfect, perfectly." She laughed. "We have all the time we want to make love John." She saw that stir a bit of question in his face. "Stay, tonight, with me. I want you to stay." "And we can do more?" She shook her head. Insatiable male, all the way. Before he could interpret that to mean her refusal she assured him with a nod that if he wanted, he could have seconds, thirds and fourths. She wrapped her arms around his back and caressed slowly until her hands rested on his biceps, so strong and firm. God she could get lost in his body, and she wanted nothing more. She wanted to show him every move she knew, but there was time now. There was so much time for them. "More, John… move inside me like you were, deep and hard. Don't be afraid to let it go. Like before, but inside me so good. Let it come John, I want it from you." There was more urgency in her voice than she intended, but she did want him, she wanted to be sore from his weight, to be drenched in his sweat and filled with his release. On one side, she moved her leg and whispered to him to hold her there against his side. He didn't hesitate and as he lifted and held, he moved deeper, the angle of their bodies perfect for this last build to fulfillment. He sucked his breath in, and held it before letting it free in a short, harsh pace… staccato into the air that was filled with the scent of them, before he breathed in again. The way he was entering her body made her writhe beneath him and she brought her hands to her breasts, craving only the solidity of touch to bring her focus back to the man above her, to look at him with his head back, so damn beautiful, so full of animal hunger as he let out a near growl. His breath in that staggered rhythm caught as the pained sound fell away, and she knew he was ready, his body tensed against her thigh, and again, the deepest sound came free of him as his hips thrust forward. She was literally moved with his forceful moves, and braced herself hard against the headboard, pushing stroke for stroke back against him. The sound he let loose became her name in a cry, then it was gone as soon as she'd heard it, replaced by a sound that was all his strength in one deep moan as he let go, as he filled her so deep, so fully, so intensely. He cried out, overwhelmed as his body shook, his hips rocked and pushed against her with no room to spare. He was buried to the hilt inside of her as he reached his moment, and the rub of his hips, of the wet, soft hair against her there brought her right behind him. She too caught her breath and clutched at him while the tide raced through her, and her muscles pulled around him inside, drawing him impossibly closer. Her pleasure came and came, sweet and hard, wracking her body, draining her strength as she fed him all she had. Long, deep sounds filled the room as they slowly came back to one another, to themselves, and yet, somehow, they didn't. They were still lost in the moment, it hung between them so heavy she could have touched it. He was covered in sweat that smelled to her so rough and masculine, and he leaned away just enough to gather the sheet up and wipe off his face. Then he brought those eyes back over her own which were quickly betraying her and filling with an altogether different moisture. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, so concerned. She let out a small noise, and pressed her lips together as she shook her head. "No no, you didn't … hurt me, John. No. Please… Oh please…" She pushed her hips against him and felt him lift, but no, she pulled him in before he could think she wanted him off of her. "Don't, leave me yet." He lowered himself back down, and they lay there for a moment regaining some normalcy to their breathing. Again she noticed the heaviness in the air, the scent of them. It made her smile, and her nails played over his back as he moved, leaning again to her side. "Jane," He paused. "I would like to tell you how it felt, but…" He was struggling with his vocabulary again, but instead of interrupting, she let him find his way. "I have never, never had something like making love. Ever. It was what you said. 'Incredible.' " "Incredible." She repeated with a smile, "Yes, it was, so much. I don't have to ask you how it felt John. I could see it, and feel it, and you were absolutely… you have nothing to worry about when it comes to doing it the right way, I promise." Her laugh, small and soft brought him to her and he silenced her with a long, slow kiss that seemed to cement everything they'd shared. When he moved off of her at last, and slowly left the warmth of her body, he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling in silence. She wasn't quite sure whether to leave him to his thoughts, or touch the inviting expanse of his chest. She chose to get up and open the window, and she had to suppress a smile. All he'd left inside of her felt most noticeable as she walked, but she didn't care. This was freedom, this night. He here with her, and what they had done, it was saying to every damnable force that fought against them, every… no, not those thoughts now. The air rushed in cool against her face, spreading past her into the room and she turned back toward the bed. Adonis lay tangled in pale silver sheets, one hand across his stomach the other carelessly above his head as he breathed slow and even. All she could do was look at him, want him in a thousand ways, want to protect him and love him. Yes, to love him. To finally confess to that truth that had been harbored somewhere secret until he had broken it loose tonight. She moved up into her bed quietly, and he stirred. His eyes fluttered open and as she settled against the pillows and rested against the headboard, he moved to lay his head just below her breasts, still bare and sensitive to the fragile touch of his hair. He mumbled something but it was incoherent and unimportant to her as she stroked his beautiful messed up mane with a smile. Tomorrow, she planned to take the day off and spend it with him however he wanted, including as he'd asked, "more" of this evening's activities. As the wind blew gently in to soothe them, she closed her eyes and listened to the rise and fall of his breathing, and then of her own, and gradually, those sounds meshed, she and John were together, carried off into her dreams. In the last moment of her waking thoughts, she whispered, "Here, together. Apart no more." The night moved on around them, and the promise of a new day waited, as they had waited, and would never wait again. |