I carried Kirsten in my arms bridal style and gently placed her down in my bed. It was after her first stitch and she was unconscious. Seeing her collapse in my arms was absolutely terrifying, especially after what happened to Marta. Kirsten was completely knocked out, possibly in shock. Her pulse was normal as was her breath, which gave me hope, but seeing the strongest woman I know so vulnerable scared the hell out of me. I would be lying if I said I didn't like the idea of Kirsten in my bed. especially in her sexy stitching suit, but what happened today really shook me.
But, God damn, that stitching suit did look so good on her. It was perfectly tight and hugged her in all the right places. She looked incredibly sexy and bad ass walking out in that thing today, but seeing her like this, unconscious and vulnerable, made me feel uneasy. I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed just staring at her. In any other circumstances seeing Kirsten so relaxed would be amazing.
Shit, she was still wearing her stitchers suit! That was made out of some pretty sensitive compounds that probably shouldn't be worn outside the tank. I thought about just leaving it, because if it was that important someone would have remembered to take it off of her, but if that suit got damaged her safety would be seriously compromised. I stepped off to the side to call Linus and ask him about the suit, but I got sent straight to his voicemail. I made the executive decision to change her out of it and went running around trying to find a clean t-shirt she could wear. I sat her upright and sat behind her. I slowly unzipped the suit down her back, gliding my fingers down her smooth skin and letting them linger. I knew she couldn't be wearing a bra or underwear under the suit because of the sensitivity of it, so I forced myself to be a gentleman and not peak. She would kill me if she found out about that. When I had the zipper down her back enough, I gently put the t-shirt on her and moved her arms through the holes. I tugged at the rest of her suit until it hit the floor. I folded it and placed it on the night stand and moved my sheets over her to keep her from being so exposed. I know she'd hate me seeing her like that.
I tried to leave her, but I couldn't. Today was such an emotional rollercoaster and I couldn't bear to leave her side. We could've lost her, and that terrified me. She could've been a repeat of Marta.
Or worse.
I laid on my side and faced her, gently stroking her hair. It was still damp from the tank. She was so incredibly beautiful like that. Her face was just peaceful and it honestly soothed me. My worries slowly faded away as I lightly caressed her cheek. She was going to be okay, and that comforted me. She was strong.
I ran my finger down her face and onto her lips. I couldn't forget the feeling of her lips on mine; the way she melted into me and pulled me closer. Part of me regretted not kissing her back because I figured I'd never get another chance, but I know she didn't mean to be kissing me. She was still in the mind of her stitch, and I was the lucky guy on the other end. I wondered if she'd remember, because now I couldn't forget it. The way she tasted and the way she made mefeel. I felt like the room was spinning. I was light headed and I could feel my body temperature rising. My heart was beating harder and faster than ever before. I knew that I had a little crush on her, but the way I felt during that kiss was a lot more than just a little crush. I never wanted to let her go. She collapsed in my arms and it was honestly painful letting her go even for a moment to get her checked by the medical team. I was by far the most panicked in the room.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice her eyes fluttering as she started to wake up. I was caressing her cheek when she touched my hand. I jumped, and whispered, "Kirsten?"
Her eyes were still unopened as she whimpered "hungry" in probably the most desperate tone I've heard her use. Panicking, I stood and asked her what she wanted. She didn't answer, but she groaned. I was stupidly terrified of leaving her by herself, so I pulled off the covers and lifted her up into my arms. She was on me like a koala, her arms wrapped around my neck any legs around my waist. Her face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck, and her grip was surprisingly strong for someone who just regained consciousness. I walked as quickly as I could out of my bedroom and into my kitchen, one hand on the small of her back and one hand digging through my refrigerator.
"Okay Kirsten. I don't really have much. I've got leftover pizza. Do you want that?"
She didn't answer, so I took that as a yes. I threw it on a plate and popped it into the microwave. She kept her grip on me and even started softly kissing my neck. I let her do it for a few moments out of shock, and then a little longer purely because it felt so amazing.
"Alright, baby girl, I can't concentrate on holding you if you keep doing all that." I said, but she didn't stop. She kissed up my neck and ran her tongue just below my ear before nibbling on my ear lobe. I could have sworn I was dreaming and my grip was slipping. n
"Oh God, Kirsten.." I moaned, placing her gently on my kitchen counter. She kept her arms around me and kept kissing and biting at my neck. She was driving me completely insane and my lust was seriously clouding my judgement, but it couldn't be like this. I couldn't take advantage of her condition, so I gently pulled her arms from around me. By then the microwave timer had gone off, so I stepped away just for a moment, but she grabbed my hand and tried to tug me back to her. She was still very weak, so I managed to get her pizza out before moving back to her.
"Kirsten, you're still in the mind of the stitch. Stop." I begged. I wasn't going to be able to fight her much longer. She was testing my self control.
She didn't stop, though. She practically threw herself onto me, coming very close to falling off the counter and kissed me. I forced myself to push her back, "You're not him, Kirsten. It was a stitch. I'm not Julie."
"Cameron" she muttered, kissing me again. She caught me completely off guard. She knew it was me, and for a brief moment I kissed her back, before realizing I was still taking advantage of her. I wanted this to be real so bad, but I knew it wasn't. Not to her.
"Kirsten, no." I said as assertively as possible, but as per usual she didn't listen. She started to lift my shirt, but I pushed her hands down and said "no" again. I stepped back from her and leaned against the wall. She hopped off the counter and stumbled after me, placing her hand on my shoulder, half for balance and half for affection.
"I want you, Cameron." she said, looking me in the eyes. I stared at her, but she looked so sincere. She leaned closer agonizingly slow, but I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I spun her around and pinned her against the wall, holding her arms above her head by her wrists. I looked her up and down for a moment, noticing her bare skin as her shirt lifted up. I met her gaze and she gave me a mischievous and honestly incredibly sexy smile. I kissed her with extreme intensity to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if our lips bruised. I ground my pelvis into her bare groin, getting even harder than I already was. I could tell how bad she wanted me. I released my grip on her wrists and let her hands wander all over my body. She lifted my shirt and clawed at my chest. I ground myself even harder into her and she moaned into my mouth. I lifted the shirt just a little, running my hands up her thighs and right to where she wanted me. I fought the urge to touch inside her, but I rubbed her as teasingly as I could. She was feeling down my abs and tracing my scar with her tongue, right before she yanked my sweatpants down to my knees. I let out a small gasp as she grabbed me through my boxers, leaning myself against the fridge for balance. She slowly tugged at my boxers, looking me in the eyes. Waiting for her was agonizing so I finally groaned, "Come on, Kirsten."
She grinned, and finally released my dick from its constraints. She played with it in her hands before licking the tip, smiling, and putting her mouth around it. She slowly bobbed her head as I tangled my fingers into her hair. She took me deeper into her throat, in which I responded with various profanities. She sucked harder and ran her tongue around my tip which had me going crazy, before she stood up, looked me in the eye, and teasingly lifted my shirt off her body and let it fall to the floor. In all my life I had never seen someone so beautiful. Everything about her was just… perfect. Her perky breasts and her toned body, her soft skin and perfect ass… It was too much for me to handle. I picked her up and practically threw her on the kitchen table. She moaned as I put my fingers into her, first slowly and then extremely rapidly. I kept going with my fingers but bent down and licked all along her, loving every moment of her moaning and squirming. I felt her legs shake as she tightened around me. She screamed my name as she came, pulling me by my hair to a standing position. She was still laying on her back as I lined myself up, and as her usual controlling self, she pulled me into her with her legs. We both moaned a little bit as we connected. I started slow, but she was begging me to go faster soon enough. She came very close to falling off the table, but I caught her in my arms. We kept going for a few thrusts with her in my arms. She could barely make out the word "bedroom" through her gasps. So I brought her to my bedroom, making sure to keep her bouncing on me as I carried her. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear just the way she did to me. She raked her fingers in my hair and moaned my name. See, two can play at this game Kirsten. We toppled onto my bed and she flipped us over so she was on top. She rode me for a while, facing the opposite wall. I laid back and watched for a while, occasionally grabbing and slapping her ass. Her reaction was out of this world. She said she wanted me deeper, so I pushed myself up so she was bent over. She was moaning louder and louder as I got deeper and deeper, until she was screaming my name at the top of her lungs. She drove me over the edge, and I moaned her name one last time before collapsing on my back, pulling her with me.
She rested her head on my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair before reluctantly asking "Are you sure you're okay?"
She rolled her eyes. I pulled the covers over us and we both fell into a deep sleep.
