Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Chapter
4
Mulder was sitting on the bed in his room, lost in thought.
He didn’t think he was going to be able to do it.
“How can I *not* tell her that he’s a vampire?” he thought.
Of course, he didn’t imagine that she would believe him anyway.
“This is about her safety! He’s
a vampire!” Of course, that
wasn’t fair- he didn’t think Knight would ever be a threat to Scully.
But she was going to have to know that if she was going to understand the
rest of it. How could he explain
about the guy they chased, and how it was that they happened to get the sword,
unless he told her everything? He
was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear her unlock and open the door.
She walked into the room to see Mulder lost in thought.
She stopped, almost in shock at the sight, “He is so beautiful,” she
thought. “Can I risk this?
Can I risk driving him away?”
She paused as her heart felt like it was trying to painfully climb up her
throat and escape out of her. “Can
I continue on with this farce of an existence knowing that he doesn’t feel
like I do? Can I…”
At that moment Mulder turned fully toward her and she noticed the blood
slowly oozing down the side of his face from a ragged-looking cut at his temple.
She was struck suddenly with a surprising anger.
Anger at whoever did that to him, anger that she wasn’t there to
protect him… and suddenly it became fury.
Fury at *him*.
He saw her standing there, looking pensive, and then her face changed.
She looked like she was getting really pissed off.
She was looking at him, but not meeting his gaze.
She seemed to be staring at his forehead for some reason.
“Hey Scully” he said.
Something snapped. How could
he sit there with that endearingly goofy grin on his face?
How could he sit there as if he hadn’t gone off and risked his life,
again- leaving her behind to pick up the pieces- *again*?
“Dammit Mulder! What if I
had lost you!?” she screamed in her head.
“…Scully?” he said softly, hesitantly.
Her face seemed to be getting red and he imagined that he could almost
see steam coming out of her ears. “What’s
wrong?” he whispered.
“What’s wrong? What’s
wrong?” she said, her voice rising as she repeated the words.
“You did it again! You went
off and risked your life- Again!” She
was shouting now. “You could have
died, you inconsiderate bastard! What
was I supposed to do then?” She
threw her hands up and let them fall, spent.
He goggled at her. “Where
did that come from?” he wondered silently.
He was suddenly struck by her appearance.
That smart navy suit she wore, her face flushed and upper chest heaving
as she breathed fast and deep. He
was confused and aroused at the same time.
As the blood left his head for parts further south, the centers of higher
reasoning in his brain began to shut down. Unfortunately,
it seemed, the areas of the brain that generated untimely witty rejoinders were
less swift to cease operations. He
heard, as if from a great distance, the words “Gee Scully, I didn’t know you
cared.” fall out of his open mouth. Instantly
he wished that he could retract them.
Mulder blinked one time and when his eyes reopened he saw that all of the
color had drained from Scully’s face. She
looked like a ghost- “white as a sheet” was the phrase that seemed to fill
his consciousness as time slowed to a crawl.
He blinked one more time and she was gone.
She slammed the door to her room and collapsed on the floor, as though the
weight of her feelings were too much for her to carry any further.
“OhGodOhGodOhGodOhMyGod” reverberated through her head like a
jackhammer chiseling away at her mind. She
was unable to think. She felt like
she was going to die. She felt like
she was dead already. The last
vestiges of the doctor in her made the clinical observation that she was going
into shock.
“He’s right.” She
whispered to herself. “He
doesn’t know. I never told
him…” “It’s only a cut on
the head!” she sternly told herself, “you’ve seen much worse!”
She knew this to be true, but she couldn’t overcome the feeling that he
could have died and she had never told him she loved him.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t feel the same way.
It didn’t matter that she would have to watch him fall for some 5’
10” brunette with long legs and big breasts and a vacuous smile.
It didn’t matter that she would never find anyone who could satisfy her
longing like she just knew that he could. He
deserved to know. She needed him to
know. If he had died and she had
never told him it would end her.
The pounding she heard in her ears seemed to be causing her whole body to
vibrate. After several moments she
became aware that she was still sitting on the floor leaning against the door to
her hotel room. She then realized
that Mulder was pounding on her door and yelling for her to open the door.
She slowly got up off of the floor and turned to the door.
Choking back a sob and taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she
opened the door.
Mulder stood there, one hand raised beside his head as he drew it back to
pound forward against the door. His
mouth was open wide as he stopped in the middle of his shouting.
His face looked angry and she silently berated herself for her
unforgivable behavior, “was it just moments ago?” in his room.
He took her in. The sight of
her- suit rumpled, hair mussed, eyes red and brimming with unshed tears.
He stood there, unmoving for a moment as she turned and walked into the
room.
“Scully, what wrong? I
don’t understand…” he trailed off as she sat on the edge of the bed and
gestured for him to sit in the chair facing her.
“Scully, please. Tell me
what’s wrong.”
“You’re bleeding Mulder,” he heard her say as she pointed at the
side of his head where he had been struck when that guy- “Guy?
Not a vampire. Something
else?” he thought- had thrown him into the HVAC unit.
“Wait right there, Mulder” she said as she stood up and walked over to
the bathroom, “I’ll get a washcloth,” she added.
Scully tried not to look at her disheveled image in the mirror as she
saturated the washcloth with hot water and wrung it out.
“Well, its not like I could grow 8 inches and 2 cup sizes in the next
thirty seconds anyway.” She
thought to herself. She hung her
jacket on the door and went back out to “face the music.”
She just hoped that today would not mark the end of their partnership.
Mulder waited with a sense of growing dread in the pit of his stomach.
He looked at her as she exited the bathroom, washcloth in hand.
He tried to meet her gaze as she stood before him and slowly, gently
wiped the blood away from the side of his head and face.
“Scully, I…” he stopped mid-thought as their eyes met and he caught
the resignation in her eyes.
He could read the intent on her countenance- she was going to tell him
something she knew he didn’t want to hear.
He had seen the same look on her face just before she told him his mother
had committed suicide. “I’ve
finally done it,” he thought to himself. “She
is going to tell me she can’t be my partner anymore.
She is going to tell me it’s over.
Oh God… Don’t let this be
happening. Please!”
She saw the crestfallen look on his face.
She had seen this before. “He
knows what I’m going to say.” Her
eyes began to brim with tears, “It’s going to drive him away from me.”
She had seen the same look on his face just before she told him that his
mother’s death was indeed a suicide- the look that said he knew he was about
to hear something he couldn’t accept. “Can
I really be this selfish?” she screamed at herself.
“How can I tell him that I love him knowing it is going to drive him
away?” Seeing his face, she knew
their relationship to be over anyway. The
look on his face was enough to give tell her that.
“At least he will know the truth,” she thought.
He deserved that. Their lives
were spent searching for the truth. No
matter how ugly or painful the truth was, the lie would be worse.
It would be a betrayal of his trust, and she couldn’t let herself do
that - no matter how much she screamed at herself to back away now.
“Mulder
I have to tell you something. It’s
going to be uncomfortable for both of us, but…”
“Scully, I…”
She interrupted him, “No, Mulder! Just
don’t! I need to do this.
I have to do this.” She
could feel his stare like a crushing weight, begging her not to do this.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and steadfastly refused to meet his
gaze.
“She looks so small,” he thought.
He longed to wrap his arms around her and make all of her pain go away.
That desire, of course, was the reason why this was happening.
How could he think she could ever love him?
All the pain she had been through for the last seven years was his fault.
Every wound, every scar, every loss was his doing.
Her sister Melissa, her daughter Emily, her infertility, her cancer, her
abduction,
“But not this time, damn it!” he resolved.
He would take his medicine and then he would leave her- never to darken
her path again. Maybe she would be
able to get on with her life. The
life she deserved. The life his
obsession had denied her for so long. It
didn’t matter that it would kill him to let her go.
It didn’t matter that he had just found proof of vampires.
It didn’t matter that there were wackos with swords running around
chopping each-other’s heads off and causing lightening storms…
Her words interrupted his self-flagellating reverie.
“Mulder, I know that it’s selfish of me; that it’s not fair to you;
but I cannot keep pretending not to feel what I feel.
I just can’t do this anymore,” she sighed tiredly.
“I just can’t. I have
been trying, really trying. For the
sake of our partnership, for the sake of the work- because I know how important
it is to you, to us.”
“God, how long has she felt like this?” he wondered.
“She’s known for a while apparently, but she stuck it out even longer
for the sake of ‘the work.’ More
like my obsession,” he thought bitterly.
“I know you don’t feel for me what I feel for you,” She said.
What?…
“I’m
sorry that I couldn’t just get past it and move on.
You don’t deserve to have some hopeless pale little redhead pining away
after you like a sappy teenager.
What?…
“I know that I am not the type of woman you find attractive, but I
really wish I were.”
“What the…” he said. “What
the hell is she saying?” Mulder
thought.
“I want you to know that I don’t expect anything from you because of
this.”
“Scully, wait. What are you
trying to say” Mulder choked out, his mind reeling.
“Oh Mulder, please don’t make me actually say it.
How can you be so cruel?” she thought.
She whispered- almost too low to make out, “I love you Mulder.”
“Scully! What did you
say!?” Mulder demanded.
This couldn’t be happening. He
couldn’t have heard what he thought… How
could she…
She finally looked up at him, her eyes locking defiantly onto his, “I
said, I love you, Mulder.” Her
resolve faltered and her eyes dropped back to her lap.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I
wish I didn’t, but I do.” She
waited for the rejection she was sure she would hear.
For a moment he headed once more down the path of self pity- “How can
she love me after all I have…” he began to think, but then a different
feeling stopped him. Shame so great
that the pain of it overwhelmed his soul. *She*
was worried about being selfish, when he had been the one focusing on himself to
the exclusion of her. He had
determined that he was unworthy and in doing so had denied her what she felt she
needed. Him.
He had ignored her needs and desires, instead focusing on his feelings of
self-loathing and pity.
Her eyes were still locked onto her lap.
He hadn’t moved since she had said it.
It was as though time had stopped. She
knew her heart seemed to have stopped while she waited for his response.
“Mulder, please say something,” she whispered at last, looking up
into his eyes.
As though the floodgates had been opened- hot, bitter tears began to flow
down his face. He still felt
unworthy- he thought she deserved so much more than he could ever give- but he
made an instant decision to spend the rest of his life trying to make up for it.
He dropped to his knees, and leaned forward until his forehead was
touching her knees. Great wracking
sobs began to shake his body as he wept freely.
He was suffused with sorrow for what he had done to her and at the same
time filled with joy at the gift she had just given him.
He needed to speak, to tell her, but the emotion inside him poured out so
fast and furious that he could scarcely breathe, let alone speak.
Scully began to panic, “What have I done?” she whispered to herself.
She could feel his tears like droplets of fire striking her shins and
running down her ankles.
“Mulder,” she began and then paused.
No response.
“Mulder,” she said a little louder this time.
“Mulder, I’m sorry…”
Her words, or more accurately the fear he felt from her in them, gripped
his heart, slowing the flow of emotion enough to return his ability to speak.
At first all he could get out was a litany without pause,
“Scullysosorrysosorrysosorrypleaseforgivemesosorry” over and over until he
ran out of breath. When he was
finally able to gasp for air he raised his head to meet her eyes once again.
“Sc-Scully,” took all the breath he had.
He gasped in another lung-full and continued, “I am *so* sorry.”
His pain almost tore her heart from her chest.
“It’s not your fault, Mulder. You
can’t blame yourself for how I feel…”
“Scully, stop,” Mulder said. If
you think you are unattractive, ‘not my type’; if you think of yourself the
way you described to me just now then it is my fault.”
“Please
Mulder, you don’t have to…”
“Yes I do have to, Scully. Not
because I am trying to patronize you or pity you.
No. I have to because you are
wrong. Dead wrong,” he said.
Gripping her hands in his he continued, “I could spend all day telling
you how beautiful you are. God knows
I have spent entire days thinking about it.
Cataloguing every look, every aspect, and every nuance that is Dana
Scully. Frankly I am amazed that you
didn’t catch me staring at you more often,” he said, shaking his head
ruefully. “I actually used to
worry that my career would end with a sexual harassment claim if you ever caught
me staring. If you could have heard
some of the things I was trying not to think about, you would have at least
slapped me, if not just outright shot me.”
Mulder caught his breath a bit before continuing.
“I could spend the day telling you that, but I won’t.
Because what was admittedly pure lust at first has become the least of
what I feel for you.”
“Mulder, please. You don’t
need to say anything just to make me feel better.”
“Don’t I Scully?” he interrupted her.
“I hope what I am going to say makes you feel better.
After all, my stubborn, pigheaded, obsessive selfishness is obviously
what has been making you feel bad.” Mulder
looked ready to cry again, “please let me tell you this, Scully.
You told me how you feel, let me tell you how I feel,” he whispered.
“Please Scully”
She could barely bring herself to nod her head.
Speech was utterly beyond her. She
still felt as though she were in the midst of some kind of dream fantasy and was
waiting to wake up. She was so
convinced that he was going to reject her that she still expected it to happen.
“He’s just trying to break it to me gently,” she thought miserably.
Mulder settled back onto his heels, still kneeling before her.
He looked down at his hands in his lap and, with a deep breath began
speaking. “When you first joined
the X-Files I was certain that you were there to spy on me.
I had been waiting to see who they were going to send to interfere.
I was waiting to see how they were going to do it.
When you were assigned to me I figured that they wanted me to fall for
you. So you could exert your ‘evil
influence’ on me. Frankly I
wasn’t worried too much- I wouldn’t let mere physical attraction interfere
with my quest. Besides, how
attractive could you be, I thought?” Mulder
looked up from his hands, his eyes traveling steadily up her body to her face-
meeting her eyes again. His voice
dropped an octave and he said, “I had no idea, Scully.”
She saw raw emotion and arousal in his eyes.
She was confused. “Why is
he telling me this?” she wondered.
His eyes suddenly dropped back to his hands and he somewhat hesitantly
said, “I lied to you, you know. I
told you that I made my parents call me Mulder.
The truth is that I thought that if I made you use my last name, I could
keep things strictly professional. I
could avoid developing any feelings for you.
You were the enemy, and I had to keep my guard up.”
“You succeeded, Mulder,” she thought.
“You never let that guard down. I
wish I could have done the same.”
“It just got worse, Scully. You
weren’t just beautiful- you were smart too.
You didn’t take any BS from me, but you also didn’t try to change me.
Even when I could tell that you didn’t believe my theories, you
respected the investigation. You
never belittled me for my ‘wild ideas’ even though you obviously disagreed
with them. You adopted the quest for
the truth as your own.” His eyes
returned to hers, “I began to trust you, Scully.
You weren’t the enemy any longer. I
realized that you never were. I know
now, that I had already fallen for you at that point, even though I didn’t
realize it at the time.”
Wait,
back up a minute, did he say…
Mulder continued, “I realized it after Duane Barry.
When you were gone it was as though my life had ended.
If you hadn’t come back- if you had died instead of coming out of that
coma…” The tears started again
and he took a deep, shuddering breath, “I’m sorry, Scully.
I would have… I couldn’t
have gone on.”
Her breath caught at the implication.
“Could it be?” she thought.
He squeezed his eyes shut, “I never told you this before…”
“Shhh. It’s ok,
Mulder…”
“No! I need for you to know,
Scully.” He reached up and cupped
her face in his hand, “I was given an opportunity that night- the night before
you woke up. I was told that the men
who had done that to you were being sent to search my apartment.
I was told that their lives were mine to take if I wanted them.”
He drew another great, shuddering breath, biting back a sob and dropping
his hand he continued, “I said yes, Scully.
I was there waiting for them. I
had my pistol and I was going to kill them.
Then I was going to turn it on myself.”
She
gasped, “Mulder…”
He ignored her and continued, “I welcomed it.
I yearned for it. Finally
there was a knock at the door, but it wasn’t them.
It was your sister. She
convinced me that you needed me; that you were going to come back to me if I
would be there for you. So I went.
And you did. And I was the
happiest man alive. I just wish now
that I would have told you then. That
I wasn’t such a coward.”
“Mulder,
your not a…”
“Aren’t I, Scully? When
you got cancer did I ever tell you how important you were to me?
When you went into remission did I let you know that I felt like a
sixteen-ton weight was lifted off of my chest?
Obviously not or you wouldn’t have thought that I didn’t find you
attractive. You wouldn’t have
wasted a second comparing yourself to those other women.
You wouldn’t have believed for a moment that I could ever find them
more attractive than I find you. You
wouldn’t have hidden yourself from me so that I never thought in a million
years that you were attracted to me at all.”
She looked into his eyes again and saw them darken in emotion.
His smell, his strong, masculine Mulderscent, began to overwhelm her.
She felt her nipples harden and hot moisture begin to pool in her center.
He caught the scent of her arousal and he felt himself begin to stiffen,
his erection beginning to show in the slacks he was wearing.
“I thought you didn’t want me, Scully.
I didn’t believe that I could ever be worthy of your desire- of your
love. I blame myself for everything
that happened to you while you worked on the X-files.
I am the cause of all of your pain and I don’t know if I can ever
forgive myself for it. I knew I
should let you go. Give you a chance
for a life. A real life.”
“Mulder, I have a life. A
real life,” She said. “I
didn’t stay on the X-files out of duty or obligation.
I stayed because it is my quest too.
And because I love you.” Tears
began to well in her eyes, “There is nothing to forgive, Mulder.”
“Scully, intellectually I know that your abduction, your sister’s
death, your cancer and all the rest are not directly my fault.
I know that I didn’t do those things to you, but I cannot help feeling
that way. I wanted you to stay
because I was selfish. Even if that
is not the reason you stayed, that is what I feel.”
He sighed, “But, I don’t want to argue about that.
Despite the fact that I think you would have been better off if you never
met me, I am still being selfish. I
desperately want you to stay.”
She
said, “Mulder, I want to stay. I
value our partnership, our friendship…”
Mulder interrupted her, “God Scully, and you think I’m dense.”
He shook his head sadly; “Let me spell it out for you.
I. Love.
You. With all my heart.
With all my soul. With all
that I am.” He closed his eyes and
said, “I still don’t think that I deserve you, but I want to spend the rest
of my existence trying to prove myself wrong.
Will you let me try?” he asked her.
She was stunned. She
couldn’t think. Her mind revolved
with, “He wants me? He loves
me?” over and over.
“Please Scully,” he whispered. His
voice became rough and low- dripping with passion “I need you, Scully”
“Oh God, Yes!” she said, her own voice gravelly with need and desire.
Mulder reached up and cupped the side of her face with his hand, slowly
guiding her toward his lips for a kiss. The
kiss was light, delicate, his warm soft lips playing over hers for a moment and
then traveling all over her face. Bestowing
his adoration to her cheeks, eyes, chin and forehead as her breath began to come
in pants and the smell of him began to fill her with an exquisite longing.
Suddenly his mouth was back on hers- and there was nothing gentle about
this kiss. His tongue demanded
entrance and it was granted. As his
tongue swirled about her mouth, her tongue danced with his, entering his mouth.
God, he tasted salty and bittersweet- like sunflower seeds and dark
chocolate. She was filled with an
overwhelming desire to taste him everywhere.
She broke the kiss and began to work furiously at the buttons of his
shirt and before she knew it she had his shirt off and was leaning forward,
tasting the warm skin of his chest.
Mulder moaned, his whole body vibrating, “No fair,” he panted huskily,
“you’re still dressed.”
“Well,” she mumbled against his chest, “fix it!”
He stood them up and began tearing at the buttons on her blouse, and then,
having gotten that off, he reached around to unhook her bra.
She noticed that he seemed to be having trouble with the hooks and pushed
him back, down onto the chair by the bed.
He was suddenly hesitant, “Too fast?” he asked.
“Too slow!” she growled back at him, swiftly unhooking and removing
the bra, and then before he could do more than gasp she unzipped and shimmied
out of her skirt. She stood before
him clad only in a small pair of sodden panties and her sensible pumps, her eyes
challenging him, as if to say “Well, Do something!”
“How could she ever think she wasn’t attractive?” he thought, then
spoke aloud, “You are perfect, Scully. Absolutely
perfect.” Then he stood up and
toed off his shoes and socks and dropped his slacks to the floor.
As he stepped out of the puddle of clothing on the floor, his boxer shorts
tented out from his body, Scully felt the impact of his words and his actions.
She read the sincerity in his admiring gaze and felt a fresh wave of
arousal flow to the junction of her thighs.
He swooped down upon her, crushing her lithe body against his hard
muscled chest, and kissing her with such soul-searing passion that she felt as
though her very spirit was being drawn out through her mouth and into him.
She could feel his erection trapped against her belly as he devoured her.
He laid her down on the bed and broke the kiss, gasping for air, as she
did the same. Mulder looked into her
eyes and said, “You own me, Scully. Body
and soul, I belong to you.”
She bit back a sob at his assertion, but before she could answer, the
sensation of his mouth on her aching breast robbed her of the ability speak.
She was unable to do more than groan aloud.
As he worked over her nipples with his tongue, lips and teeth, all she
could think of was, “Thank God for Sunflower Seeds!
I am going to buy him the biggest bag of seeds I can find.”
Mulder left her breasts behind and began to travel south over her abdomen-
licking, sucking and biting his way to her navel.
As he dipped his tongue in, he heard her breath catch and then,
“M-Mul-Mulder, I’ve never… You
don’t have too…”
His eyes met hers and he saw her discomfort.
“No one has ever done this for you before?” he asked.
She shook her head, eyes wide and breathing raggedly.
The few others she had been with had been relieved when she didn’t feel
comfortable with them going down on her. She
had, for some reason, been shy of a man seeing her that closely.
She worried that she would smell funny, or taste bad.
“Oh Scully, please let me do this for you,” he begged.
“I want to taste you, I need to taste you.
Please, Scully, Please,” he punctuated each word with a kiss to her
belly.
How could she deny him when he wanted it so badly?
When he wanted to do it, not out of obligation, or desire for
reciprocation, but because *he* wanted it, needed it.
She nodded her head and his face actually brightened.
He smiled at her as though she had done him a favor.
Oral fixation indeed she thought happily.
He slowly slid her panties down and off of her.
As he pulled them over her feet, he kissed his way back up her legs,
loving the sensation of her smooth, creamy skin against his lips.
He kissed her right at the junction of her tightly closed thighs and she
relaxed allowing him to spread them gently apart.
He glanced up at her from his vantage point between her legs and saw that
she was somewhat embarrassed. She
was blushing hotly and her eyes kept darting away from him, as if she was torn
between the desire to see his reaction to her, and fear of the reaction she
apparently expected to see. He
needed her to understand what she meant to him and how he felt about her.
“I love you so much. Oh
Scully, you are so beautiful. You’re
so wet for me. Do you know how happy
this makes me?” he asked as he gently stroked her with his fingers.
“To know that you are this wet, for me; because of me?
Thank you, Scully.” And
with that, he began to explore with his lips and tongue.
Tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.
Tears of relief, joy, and love. Scully’s
mind began to revolve, “He really loves me.
He’s not just saying it; he doesn’t feel sorry for me.
He doesn’t pity me. He
wants me! He loves me!”
She began to feel a sensation coiling tightly inside her, like a spring
being wound tighter and tighter. She
howled as he suddenly took her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it while he
inserted 2 fingers into her and began to rub them against the roof of her
vagina, looking for that spot. Then
he found what he was looking for and she screamed his name as the orgasm crashed
down upon her. Wave after wave of
pleasure rolled over her. She closed
her eyes and bright spots of light winked at her behind her eyelids.
She began to feel disoriented and dizzy, and still the orgasm rolled on
and on and Mulder continued to stroke that spot inside her and suckle at her
clit like a newborn against his mother’s breast.
Mulder
was watching her face as she came, and came and came and came.
Her scream had ended in a long, drawn out, shuddering howl as the
pleasure kept flowing over her. The
look on her face was agonizingly beautiful.
He was amazed; this had never happened before.
He was overjoyed that he was able to do this for her.
Suddenly he noticed that she had stopped moving entirely.
He rose quickly from her and was near panic until he saw the reassuring
rise and fall of her chest- that lovely chest.
He began to feel pretty proud of himself, a little cocky even.
When she came to she saw him standing before her, his boxers tented by his
erection and a big, dopey grin on his face- pride and satisfaction practically
glowing from him. “Well, he has
darned well earned it this time,” she thought in awe.
“Mulder…” her voice was raspy, “that was…
That was… That has
never…”
The pride on his face softened into adoration for her.
He wiped his mouth with his hand and came down upon her to kiss her
reverently. “Oh Scully, thank you.
Thank you for giving me that. Thank
you for letting me see you cum. You
were so beautiful, Scully.” Tears
began to fall down his cheeks and he leaned in for another kiss.
She loved him more at that moment than she would have ever thought
possible. “Only Mulder,” she
thought. Here he was; still in his
underwear; obviously painfully erect from the way he winced when it pressed into
her thigh; having just made her cum so hard and so long that she had been
rendered unconscious; and he was profusely thanking her for the experience.
He was grateful and she had yet to even touch him.
Well! It was high time to fix
that!
Mulder was slightly shocked when she suddenly rolled them over with her
ending up on top. She broke away
from the kiss and began to work her way down his body with her lips and tongue.
She began to lightly stroke him through his underwear as she tongued his
nipples. She felt him twitch in her
hand and he suddenly groaned loud and low in his throat.
She tried to continue down toward the elastic of his boxers when suddenly
his hands were in her hair, feeling the soft, silky strands, and trying to move
her back up to his face.
She broke off from her attentions to his nipples and looked at him.
“What’s wrong Mulder?”
“If you complete that thought you may get an unpleasant surprise, I
don’t think I can hold out long.” He
said, somewhat chagrined.
“I want that, Mulder. I need
that right now- I need to make you cum.”
“Tonight I want to be inside you when I cum, Scully,” he whispered.
“Mulder, what makes you think this will be the only time you cum
tonight?” she said with a wicked grin on her lips.
Mulder actually began to pant. “OhMyGod, Scully!” he gasped, his chest
heaving.
Scully let out a delighted laugh and continued on her original course.
She removed his undershorts and paused a moment in appreciation.
He was so hard that the head was purple and the veins on the sides were
throbbing in time with his heartbeat. She
licked her lips and smiled up at him. His
eyes were wide and staring. She
said, “This looks serious, Mulder. It’s
a good thing you’ve got a doctor handy,” and with that she gave it one long
lick, from the bottom of the base to the underside of the tip.
She immediately gripped the base, squeezing with her thumb to keep him
from cumming. “Not just yet,
Mulder.”
He thought he was going to die. No
scratch that, he thought he was already dead and in heaven.
She would take him into her mouth sliding slowly down him until her nose
was buried in his pubic hair. Then
she would make a few short bobs of her head before slowly withdrawing, swirling
her tongue around the underside of him as she withdrew.
She would then grip him, cutting off his orgasm while she would lick and
suckle his balls. After what seemed
like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes she took him all the way
in again and began bobbing up and down furiously, rubbing her saliva slicked
fingers along his perineum, beneath his balls.
He hadn’t stopped groaning since the first lick.
He tried to speak, “Sc-Sc-Scu-ul-ly, I’m… gonna… unh… gonna…”
she locked gazes with him as if to let him know that she knew.
She wasn’t stopping, however. She
started moving faster and groaning herself.
The combination of movement and vibration was too much and he came.
“Oh, God! Oh, Scully,” he
shouted over and over as he emptied himself into her.
She felt him cum and she concentrated on not choking.
She wanted this, wanted to do this for him, to show him a little of the
happiness he had given her. She
wanted to show him a little of the love she felt for him.
In the end she drank him all down and slowly withdrew, cleaning him with
her tongue. She looked up and saw
the awe and joy in his eyes. She
felt a little proud herself for being able to bring him to this.
She made a slow, languorous ascent up his body, tasting and feeling as
she went. When she got to the
summit, she stopped to taste his mouth once more.
After a moment she leaned away from him and gave to him the gift he had
given to her earlier. Her voice
rough and thick with emotion she said, “I am yours Mulder.
Heart, mind and body, I belong to you.”
“Scully, I...” he began and then trailed off.
“Please Mulder, tell me. You
can tell me anything.” she said, “You do know that don’t you?”
“I believe you Scully. And I
love you. Oh, God how I love you.
I know it seems like it’s a little late for this, but I need you to
know something. Before we go any
further.”
“What Mulder?” Scully
asked, starting to feel a little self-conscious again.
Mulder reached out and cupped her cheek with his right hand and said,
“You know how I am Scully. How I
obsess about things and how I can be stubborn about things.”
“Mulder, you are like a terrier with a bone.”
Scully chuckled.
Mulder ducked his head somewhat sheepishly and said, “Yeah I am like
that a bit…” He then raised his head and locked his gaze on her eyes,
“…If you stay here with me now, if we do what I really, really *really* want
to do next…” His eyes were like bottomless pools of arousal now and Scully
couldn’t have torn her gaze away from his even if the room were to suddenly
erupt into flames. “…I won’t
ever be able to go back. Not ever.
You and I will be forever and nothing on earth, or from anywhere else
will ever drag me away from you.”
Tears were flowing freely now from her eyes as she said, “Mulder,
nothing, and I mean it Mulder! Nothing
could make me leave you right now- or ever.
You own me. Forever.”
And with that she attacked his mouth, seeking to sear on his very soul
the love she felt for him.
The kiss lasted until they were both lightheaded from lack of oxygen and
broke apart at the same instant, gasping for breath.
Scully was delighted to feel Mulder’s recovered erection pressing into
her thigh. She pulled back enough to
look down and see it, and then looked back up at Mulder with a coquettish gaze
and said, in her best little girl voice, “Is that for me?”
Mulder rolled them both over and hovered above her for a moment.
He looked at her in all seriousness and said, in a deep gravelly voice,
“Every last bit, Scully. It’s
all yours, and only yours.” In one
steady thrust he sunk into her, in to the hilt, “Forever,” he gasped.
He began making long slow strokes, pulling almost all of the way out and
then slowly sinking all the way back in so that his balls were nestled in the
cradle of her ass. When he was all
the way in, she felt like she had never been so filled in her life, and when he
withdrew, she felt empty. His slow
pace was maddening and his whispered endearments in her ear were only adding to
the feeling.
“You’re so wet Scully. You’re
so warm Scully. Is that for me?
Did I make you that wet and warm?” he asked huskily.
“Oh God Yes Mulder, You made me wet, you made me hot and you’re making
me insane!” she wanted to scream out, but all she could force out was an
inarticulate “Ohgomld! Unnhhyah!”
She would have been embarrassed except that he seemed to understand, and
his eyes softened- the absolute adoration he felt for her expressed clearly.
How could she have ever thought he didn’t want her?”
It was obvious by the look on his face- she hadn’t ever seen that
intensity of focus. It was as if
there was nothing and no one else in the universe but she and he, and all the
rest didn’t exist.
Mulder
was driving himself insane, every instinct in his body was screaming to forget
pace and slam into her like a jackhammer until the two became one.
But he wanted this to last. He
never wanted it to end. He wanted to
make her scream his name at the top of her lungs until he occupied every last
drop of her consciousness and there was nothing left in her but him, just like
he already felt about her.
Suddenly he changed his angle, sliding up so that her face was level with
his neck and shoulders, and his shaft dragged across her clit with each stroke.
Almost instantly she was rocked with a powerful orgasm.
It surprised her and she screamed at the suddenness of it.
Her body started to convulse and the muscles that wrapped around him
started to contract violently. It
was the last straw for him and he lost any semblance of control and started
pounding into her for all he was worth.
The waves of her orgasm were not dissipating, but rather they were
crashing down on her faster and harder as Mulder picked up the pace, his shaft
grinding against her clit as his strokes became faster and shorter.
She locked her legs around his hips and her arms around his back and sank
her teeth into his trapezius muscle, between his neck and shoulder, biting down
so hard in her frenzy that she drew blood.
The sudden clutch she put him in and the sharp pain of her bite sent him
over the edge. He roared her name
incoherently as he pumped his seed into her.
His own orgasm seemed to last much longer than normal.
He felt like he was draining his entire self into her.
He collapsed onto her and when he made to roll off of her, her grip on
him tightened even more and she cried “No!”
She was still shuddering from the force of her orgasm, and the thought of
separation from him was more than she could
“Baby, I don’t want to crush you, that’s all.”
Mulder whispered. He then
expended his last bit of strength and grabbed her and rolled them both over so
she was on top of him and they were still joined.
He pulled the sheet over them and promptly fell asleep with his arms
wrapped around the love of his life.
A sense of peace and contentment unlike any she had ever known overwhelmed
Scully. Her last conscious thought
was, “I wish I could stay like this forever.”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Natalie had fed
As she rode the elevator up to the loft, Natalie was truly feeling giddy.
She felt like she hadn’t seen Nick in days, rather than hours.
Nick heard Natalie coming up in the elevator just as he lit the last
candle. He had a bottle of Faiveley
Cellars 1995 Clos de Vougeot
Natalie’s eyes lit up as she saw the loft in candlelight, with a fire
going strong and the little nest of blankets before it.
“Maybe soon is sooner than I thought!” she thought, joyously.
“Oh, Nick! It looks
beautiful. Absolutely lovely!” she
said as her gaze swept back and forth across the room.
Finally her eyes rested on the visage of her beloved as he stalked across
the room with leonine grace toward her.
“All things before mine eyes pale in comparison to thee, beloved.
Thou art radiance above the moon and the stars to me.
A gleaming brilliance in the darkness, penetrating the cold death of
night. You warm my heart.”
Nick said in low resonant tones as he crossed the room, taking her in his
arms, “You are my life.” Then he
dipped his head, meeting her lips with his and drinking from his fountain of
life.
Natalie dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around him crushing herself
against him with all of the strength she possessed, as if she could merge with
him into one being. She finally
broke the kiss, gasping for air. “NOT
FAIR!” she thought. “I’m the
only one here who actually needs to breathe!”
Nick chuckled when her eyes flashed in annoyance, instantly realizing what
she was thinking.
“I don’t have your gift for poetry, Nick, but I want you to know- my
heart is overfilled with joy and it is pouring out and through my entire body.
And, *you* are the cause!”
Nick’s own heart leapt in his chest at her declaration.
“I love you, Natalie Lambert!” he whispered and once again captured
her mouth.
This
time when she broke the kiss she was panting.
“I thought… we had to… wait…”
“Do you want to wait anymore?” he asked.
“NO!” she shouted.
Nick laughed out loud and swept her off her feet, swinging her around and
then carrying her over to the pallet he had built up.
He gently laid her back on the cushions and knelt beside her.
“I still think we should put off bringing you across for a few days,
but I think that we can still do this. I
spoke with LaCroix, and he…”
“You discussed this with LaCroix!?”
Natalie was suddenly indignant.
“My love, you must understand that there are really no secrets between a
vampire master and his or her progeny.” Nick
said placatingly. Then he growled,
“I didn’t want to wait another moment to have you!”
“Oh.” She said, pondering
the idea briefly. “Good idea,
Nick.”
He gave a low chuckle that caused shivers to run down her spine, and
moisture to start collecting in the center of her arousal.
“Anyway, I have satiated my hunger with as much blood as I could drink,
and I believe I can control myself sufficiently to take only a little from you.
I have a big bottle of orange juice and some Gatorade in the fridge for
afterward.”
“What, no cookies?” she asked, “ You are supposed to get cookies
when you donate blood!”
“I have an entire dinner, catered by Bellini’s, keeping warm in the
oven. But that is for after!” and
with that he once again bent down to ravish her lips, then making a trail with
his lips and tongue to her ear, where he paused for a while, nipping and
sucking. His hands slid over her
blouse, down from her shoulders, alongside her breasts- cupping them through the
material, and down to the waist of her skirt.
He un-tucked her blouse and began to unbutton it, his lips moving down to
her neck and kissing her gently over her pulse point.
Knowing that he would be sinking his teeth into the river of blood he
heard flowing just beneath the skin caused his own arousal to soar.
The knowledge that tonight would be the night was sufficient to keep the
vampire in check. It was well sated
and willing to be patient.
Natalie was not so patient. His
lips were fire on her skin and she yanked his shirt out of his trousers, and
began running her hands inside his shirt, over the bare skin of his chest.
She moaned with pleasure as he kissed her neck, and shivered with delight
as he opened her blouse and retraced the path of his hands, this time over bare
flesh. As he slid his hands over her
bra-encased breasts toward the front closure, she felt her nipples stiffen
against the fabric, as though trying to reach through it to touch the skin of
her lover.
Nick opened her bra and leaned back long enough to take in the sight of
his beloved’s bare flesh. He tried
to speak and realized that he had stopped breathing entirely and had no air with
which to form the words.
Natalie opened her eyes when his touch left her and found him leaning away
from her, staring in open awe at her. She
smiled and licked her lips, causing Nick to growl softly.
He slid her blouse and bra down and off of her, and took the opportunity
to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.
He rolled his tongue around the edges of it, and stroked the top of it in
long licks. He nipped lightly at it
and then ran his tongue around it, soothing the bite.
He stroked the areola round and round, memorizing each bump and wrinkle.
His hand lavished the same sensations on her other nipple, but in a
different order. The intensity of
the sensation and its contrapuntal effect caused her arousal to become acute,
her Vulva overflowed and ran down the junction of her thighs, saturating her
panties.
Suddenly, the smell of Natalie’s arousal overpowered Nick.
As he tried to unzip it the zipper stuck, and he tore the zipper-pull off
of the skirt. He held it up between
them and looked at it, like a small boy with a broken toy.
Natalie would have laughed at the look on his face if she hadn’t been
even more desperate than he was to get that skirt the hell out of the way.
“Just tear it, Nick!” she growled hungrily.
Nick lost what was left of his composure and tore the skirt in two with a
quick pull and a little Vampiric strength. As
the smell of her- even stronger now- assaulted his senses he ripped her panties
from her, dropped to his knees and buried his head between her thighs.
Natalie was briefly thankful that she had decided not to wear pantyhose
tonight. Then all rational thought
left her mind as Nick began to trace her swollen folds with his tongue before
latching on to her clit with his lips and tongue.
He grasped the hood of her clitoris firmly between his lips, squeezing
the clitoris itself out and between his teeth, which exerted the barest pressure
on it while his tongue swept back and forth across it in slow steady strokes.
She felt the pressure build up and up until she thought she was going to
burst. Suddenly Nick stopped the
side-to-side motion and began furiously flicking his tongue up and down over it.
Natalie felt her consciousness shatter.
Nick heard Natalie begin a low, keening wail that got louder and louder.
He changed the motion of his tongue over her clitoris and she suddenly
arched her back and grabbed his head, grinding it into her crotch.
She screamed his name loudly enough that he was glad this area of the
city was virtually abandoned at night, otherwise he might be getting a visit
from the police investigating a report of a woman being murdered.
“Oh! this is *so* much
better,” Natalie thought to herself once her consciousness coalesced.
“So much better than doing it myself!” she muttered as she dropped to
her knees in front of him.
Nick was pretty sure she didn’t mean to say that out loud, “Glad to be
of service, my Lady!” He said,
chuckling.
Natalie blushed hotly in embarrassment and averted her eyes from his.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, Nat.
You were magnificent! I felt
like a violinist being given the chance to play a Stradivarius,” he said with
awe in his voice. “It was just so
wonderful, so extraordinary that I could make you feel that.
I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing you cum.”
She returned her eyes to his and saw the sincerity in his voice, the
arousal in his eyes. Any sense of
shame or embarrassment left her entirely. She
wanted him to know everything- her longing, her desire, her absolute need for
him. The need for him to know her
completely was like a physical weight pressing down on her.
“Oh, Nick. You don’t know
how many mornings I have spent touching myself, stroking and caressing myself,
imagining it was you. Wishing it was
your hands on me.” She punctuated
her words with her hands, stroking her breasts, teasing her already hard nipples
into achingly intense sensitivity. Her
eyes closed and her hands drifted south along her torso, stroking, teasing and
touching- until her fingers were tracing the outlines of her vulva, imitating
the movements that Nick’s tongue and lips were so recently engaged in.
“Oh Nick, I want you… I
*need* you.” She dipped the
fingers on each hand into the moisture that was flowing steadily again. One
finger she slid up to the hard nub of her clitoris, where she began stroking
agonizingly slow circles around the clitoral hood.
The other finger she brought up to her lips, pausing to reach out with
her tongue to taste the wetness there before inserting the finger into her mouth
and sucking it clean.
She opened her eyes and saw him, his mouth glistening with her juices and
hanging open as he panted heavily. His
fangs were fully descended and his eyes, glowing red, were locked on the finger
in her mouth. She could sense that
he was holding back out of fear of her reaction to the vampire.
She didn’t want him to hold back. She
laid back, spreading herself open with the one hand, while pulling her other
hand from her mouth and sweeping her hair away from her neck as she arched her
head back. “Nick, I need you!”
her breath coming in short pants as she began climbing up toward the peak of her
arousal. “I need to feel you
inside me. *Now* Nick!”
She saw Nick blur in motion, and heard the sound of his clothing shredding
as he tore it away from himself in Vampiric speed.
In between two blinks of her eyes Nick went from kneeling, fully clothed,
between her knees to covering her body with his own naked form.
He thrust himself deep into her with one powerful movement and she knew
that this was going to be over in moments. That
was perfectly all right with her, she knew that they had the rest of eternity to
savor long, slow lovemaking. This
was about raw need, and she needed it as badly as he did.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she goaded him into this, and
she secretly didn’t care if she remained mortal after this or not.
She wanted to be with him, and would joyfully give up any thought of
seeing another sunrise to have this for the rest of her existence.
Nick pumped madly within his love. His
need overwhelmed him and after only seconds he plunged his fangs into the sweet
essence of life flowing through the smooth column of flesh before him.
The smell of Natalie’s blood had always reminded him of the heavily
spiced, mulled wine that he had drunk in the winters before he crossed over.
It was one of the physical pleasures he had missed most after LaCroix had
changed him. He was sure that it had
never been this wonderful, though. Her
blood, sweetened by her orgasm, and enriched with the passionate love she felt
for him, engulfed his senses. He
felt her desire for him, her absolute need to have him in her, and she in him
just like this. Any guilt he felt
for loosing control so quickly was washed away as he felt her pleasure at having
driven him to this state. “You
little vixen!” he thought, and felt her laughter and joy.
She felt the sting of his fangs entering her neck and the cool wash of his
orgasm inside her and the combination pushed her up and over the peak of her own
pleasure. She once again screamed
his name as she felt the whirlwind of sensation and imagery bombard her
consciousness. She laughed with
delight when she felt him realize that this had been exactly what she wanted-
that she had pushed him to lose control in just this manner.
After several mouthfuls of her blood had slid down his throat, Nick found
himself able to stop. He felt her
willingness to continue- to go all the way, but the knowledge that it would
happen soon enough, combined with his pleasure at the thought of drawing out the
process, taking pleasure with her in this way for a while longer, was enticing
as well. He withdrew his fangs and
licked the wounds until the bleeding stopped.
She gave a small cry as she felt his fangs withdraw, and the images and
sensations died away slowly. She
gasped in surprise as Nick used his super-human abilities to rise up off the
ground, bringing her with him, and rotate in the air so that she was on top of
him, while they remained joined as one. He
then came to rest amidst the blankets and cushions with his arms wrapped around
her. She had never felt so content
in her life. She was physically and
emotionally satiated.
As Nick lay there with his heart’s desire draped over him like a human
blanket, he had a feeling of peace wash over him such as he had never felt in
his existence- even before, when he was mortal.
“It was never like this with Janette,” he thought.
He had loved Janette, and still did, but not like this.
This was something he had never even imagined.
Natalie noticed that Nick was lost in thought and said, “Penny for your
thoughts, Nick?”
Nick shook himself from his reverie and smiled.
He said, “I was thinking of Janette.”
Instantly he berated himself as he felt her stiffen, “I could have
found a better way to say that!” He
tightened his arms around her before she could pull away and quickly continued,
“Nat, I was married to her for 97 years, and in all that time, never once did
I feel as happy and content as I do right now.”
Natalie felt her heart soften and silently chastised herself for thinking
for even a moment that Nick would hurt her like that.
“I should know better. I
should trust him more than that,” she thought.
She had seen herself in his heart while he drank from her, and she knew
that there was, and would never again be, anyone but her there.
Instead of apologizing with words, she swept up and locked her mouth on
his, drinking him into her. She felt
him stiffening inside her and marveled at the vampire’s recuperative powers.
She felt herself growing increasingly slick at the thought.
“This is going to be wonderful,” she said to herself, imagining what
it was going to be like being with a multi-orgasmic man, who could keep up with
her own insatiable needs.
Natalie brought her lips to his ear and whispered to him “Some mornings,
Nick, I would cum six or even seven times while thinking about you.
Even then, I would only stop because my hands were tired.”
Nick instantly became painfully hard inside her. He
growled back “Satisfaction guaranteed or your next one’s free.”
He reached his hands behind her knees and pulled them forward until she
was kneeling astride him, her dripping mound hovering several inches above, and
slightly forward of his groin with just the tip of his penis still inside her.
He then told her, “put your hands beside my shoulders.” she complied-
her luscious breasts hanging above his chin, then he growled at her, “Now.
Do Not Move! Understand
me?”
Her eyes widened at the command in his tone and she was compelled to obey.
Wordlessly she nodded her head but that wasn’t good enough for him.
“Say it!” he commanded.
“Yes, I understand.” she said breathlessly.
“Good, don’t forget it,” he said as he began moving inside her.
He made long, slow strokes into her, taking as much as three or four
seconds to steadily press into her until he was buried entirely within, then
holding for a moment and just as slowly sliding out until only the tip of the
head of his penis was still inside. He
would then pause and begin again. After
a few such strokes he changed patterns, stoking only a little of the way in,
then back out then a little more in and all the way back out- increasing the
depth of each stoke until he was fully inside.
He then reversed course coming out in increments until he was almost all
the way out again.
She felt like she was going to go insane- the desire to thrust back
against him almost overwhelming her until she thought she couldn’t hold out
any longer. Just as she started to
give in he grabbed her hips in his iron grip and held her steady.
Not breaking the intricate rhythm of his thrusts, he growled at her
again, “I said don’t move! You
can scream or shout or cry all you want, but if you move I will stop!
Do you understand?”
Natalie couldn’t make her voice work.
All she could get out was “Yunghhh” and she just nodded her head
vigorously, keeping the rest of her body still.
Nick was relentless, beginning the long thrusts again as he dropped his
voice even lower and rougher and said, “Do you want me to stop Natalie?”
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and shook her head violently,
her hair whipping back and forth.
Nick picked that moment to reach his head up and, without touching her
breast or areola, drag his tongue slowly across just the tip of her nipple.
Natalie felt the first orgasm like a firecracker exploding simultaneously
in her left nipple and her vagina. How
she managed to keep her body still she would never know.
she threw her head back as she gasped, and she felt the walls of her
vagina begin to convulse around Nick, who was keeping his maddening pace,
changing between the long slow strokes and the incremental penetrations every
minute or so.
It wasn’t until after the second orgasm- when he had treated her right
nipple to the same languorous lick as the left- that she noticed each of the
rhythms was getting slightly quicker.
After the third and fourth orgasms- he had scraped the tip of one fang
along the top of each nipple, drawing a single drop of blood and then licking it
off- she wondered to herself, “When did he start doing that rotating thing
with his hips?”
She had lost count of the firecracker-like orgasms as his pace had
increased to the point where the long strokes were pounding into her so hard
that only his grip on her hips kept her from being bucked entirely off of him,
and the incremental strokes felt like an air-hammer pistoning inside her.
She was thrashing her head around and moaning so loudly that she sounded
like a pack of wolves howling at the moon. Nick
had teased her nipples and areolas in ways that she could never have conceived
of and her juices were flowing so heavily that Nick was wet from half-way down
his thighs, up almost to his navel. The
cheeks of her ass were dripping and the wetness on the insides of her thighs was
running down and saturating the blankets below.
She hadn’t imagined that the human body was even capable of this level
of pleasure.
As she reached the point where she thought she would collapse, Nick
suddenly slid her up his body slightly, changing the angle of penetration so
that the head of his penis stroked against the roof of her vagina, just a couple
of inches inside of the opening. Her
last articulate thought was that she hadn’t even known that she possessed a
G-spot, then her mind shattered into a million shards.
She didn’t even feel the sting as Nick slid his fangs into her breast.
Several seconds into the longest, most intense orgasm she could have ever
imagined she was suddenly thrown into the maelstrom that was the blood-link with
Nick. It was finally too much- her
consciousness fled and she collapsed against him.
Nick felt Natalie’s loss of consciousness through the blood link and
withdrew himself from her completely. He
licked the wound on her breast until it sealed over, and then held her boneless
form against him for a moment. He
was so suffused with pure joy and happiness that he felt as giddy as a
schoolgirl. He also felt an
inordinately profound sense of pride and accomplishment that he had been able to
pleasure his Lady into this boneless puddle of spent flesh.
He thought he had more than made up for the quickness of his release the
first time. He wondered if Natalie
would be sharing this event with her assistant, Grace.
He felt a ridiculous sense of masculine pride at the thought of her
bragging about his prowess to her girlfriend.
He stopped that train of thought and gently rolled her off of him onto the
blankets next to him. He immediately
became aware of the mess they had made. He
ruefully chuckled when he saw the state of her clothes, the skirt ripped in two
and the panties in shreds. He
noticed that his own clothes seemed to have been reduced to tatters in his haste
to become naked.
Natalie seemed to have gone into a light sleep.
Nick carefully wiped her off with one of the blankets and then wrapped
her in a clean one and laid her on the couch.
He then used his extraordinary speed to quickly clean up the mess.
He flew up to the bathroom and took a one-minute shower to get the worst
of the mess off, and then ran a bath for Natalie, pouring in a generous portion
of lavender-scented oil. He lit a
few candles and turned out the lights, then went down to collect his beloved.
He decided the food in the oven needed to come out and smiled at the
image of him feeding her while in the tub. “Well,
why not?” he thought. He checked
and saw that she was still sleeping lightly then continued his preparations.
A large glass of the juice, followed by a plate festooned with samples of
the various items from Bellini’s along with the glass and the bottle of wine
from the coffee table. The tub was
filled and everything was set, now to collect his beloved.
He unwrapped the blanket and lifted her into his arms like a baby
Natalie began to wake up in the arms of her beloved as he was carrying her up the stairs. She instinctively wra