Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not. Anything you do not recognise is a figment of my imagination.
Rating: Definitely R
Warnings: Adult situations (sex), language and possible violence. Some angst, twisted humour and mild fluff to round it all out.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/? (I have an idea, I'm just not telling)
Spoilers: None.. for the time being.
Summary: Even in her dreams she didn't have a clue...
Additional Notes: I have nothing to say for myself.. but hey, I'm finally writing something new. I'm unsure if this will actually make it to an actual long-fic, might just be a short fic (five to six parts) but we'll see where the muses take me. And yes, it's meant to be written this disjointed.
She could feel hands, strong hands, roaming over her body in a familiar yet oh so unfamiliar fashion.
She could feel that touch, gentle and passionate then seeming to spark a fire in her belly.
She could feel his eyes, exposing her naked flesh, as she lay a near quivering mass of nerves beneath him.
"Oh," she whispered breathless, the word tumbling over her lips in a moan as one finger probed inside of her. The man above her held her gaze for an instant before his lips met hers in a bruising kiss. The next moan nearly died in her throat, his tongue sweeping in when she gave him that little bit of entrance.
"Oh," it came again, the redheaded woman feeling the familiar fire pool in her belly, sending tingles through her legs and up and ... And then a second finger joined the first, his mouth was on her throat. He seemed to work magic, gently nipping and licking at the exposed flesh then biting hard enough to elicite another moan.
Through heavy lidded eyes, she met his gaze once more, a third finger added, his thumb teasing over her bundle of nerves. Achingly slow, he brought her up to the peak, her back arching slightly..
The fire in her belly had moved to her eyes, that smoldering look sent to him.
"Oh god," and then it was in unison as he slid into her to the hilt. Holding there for a moment, not that she needed to get used to him.. He had prepared her enough, but not quite for this. A heavenly mix of pleasure and pure bliss, then a fleeting moment of pain as he bit into her shoulder before starting a rhythm.
The air above them grew thick, her moans and strings of incoherent words music to his ears as his body continued to coax. Hands that continued to roam over every inch of her exposed flesh, her hands exploring his muscluar form as the dance of ages continued.
And then they could both feel it, her walls constricting just enough around his length. Her fingernails scored into his back, gripping his shoulders tightly enough that his blood mixed with the sweat... Becoming just another element of the night.
She arched against him, her attempts to meet him thrust for thrust ceasing as he slid one hand between their joined bodies. Expertly, he played her like a finely tuned instrument, her mouth near his ear as she reached her peak...
And then she would always wake up, sweat soaked and bothered. Legs tangled in the sheets, Lita sat up in the bed.
Alone.
Taking a deep breath, as if that would truly calm her nerves, she swept her damp hair from her face. Sighing heavily, she pushed the twisted sheets from her lower body, checking the room in vain.
"Time for another cold shower," she spoke to the silence, bare feet padding lightly on the plush carpeting. "That's the third time this week .. And it's only Friday."
TBC