Pleasant Distractions
He sat, hunched over, trying to work out what had gone wrong.
Everything had been right! His plan (their plan) had been so close to success. Now he was left to brood over the mistakes that had cost him his main research facility, the key to his plan and his cruiser.
He barely noticed when the door of his chambers opened. She walked in silently, wary of his depressive state. She gently took station behind him, rubbing his shoulders to release his tension. He leaned back into her touch, eyes closed and merely enjoying her presence. Pleased with the result of her touch, her hands moved from his back, over his shoulders to wrap themselves around his chest. He felt her gently kiss the shell of his ear and felt her warm breath on his cheek. He luxuriated in it. He could almost forget his recent failure.
There was a chime from the console in one corner of the room, alerting him to the transference of new data to it. He brushed her off and pushed back his chair to investigate. A snarl and a sudden grip on his coat halted his progress. He turned with a growl forming in his throat, but it was choked back by the insistent pressure of her lips on his. He sensed her mingled worry and desire fill her like a spring, the single word chanting across her mind.
Michael...
The name still brought a sliver of burning rage to the surface of his mind, but his companion was quick to extinguish it with her gently lips and replace it with deep-seated lust. Her kisses became more urgent as she picked up on his sifting mood, her light hands deftly undoing the straps of his coat. He barely noticed his own hands sliding over the smooth curves of her body to remove the shift-like robe she wore. He did notice when his companion attempted to dictate their movement towards his narrow bed near the wall. He growled as he twisted her round and down, pinning her smaller frame under him. He kept her pinned in place as his tongue explored her sweet mouth, bearing down on her mind through the telepathic repore they shared. Her passion filled him and banked the fires of his own desires.
It had often puzzled him that his attempts to be gently had been met with such distain. That was until he remembered that she had been trained to bring pleasure to wraith. His more human touches had been scorned, and now he attacked with his full lust and power. Her moans of pain and pleasure intermingled only spur him on further. Eventually, the fires died and they curled about each other on the too-narrow bed to allow for sleep to come.
Stroking her flushed cheek with the thin layer of sweat coating her skin, he heard the annoying chime of the console again to remind him of the information it now contained. He was trapped however, half-pined under his companion. If it is urgent, someone would come to disturb his rest soon enough, and if it was not, then it may wait, he reasons.
Burying his face in her long hair, sleep takes him.
Ah-hem... after my last Michael one-shot, Todd's Pet asked (alright she told me that I would) write something about Michael and his worshipper getting it together.
This is my first ever time writing anything remotly romantic so please be kind...
Does mean you're all gonna be quite weepy for the next one though...