A/N: So... I wrote this insanely late one night when I couldn't find Reyes smut to read. Don't know how I feel about it since it's plotless and porny, and I've been trying to move away from writing that kind of thing, but, well, maybe I can fic out some of my other plot bunnies and make this part of something bigger and better.
He couldn't wait. He was done with patience and careful planning and the time had come for him to take what he wanted.
Gentle, tentative kisses turned passionate and soul-wrenching as he lost his smile, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as desire to watch her warred with his concentration. He needed to feel everything, map out each sensation, experience her responses while drowning in the smell and taste of her.
Their tongues tangled together, fighting for dominancy. Two strong-willed people giving of themselves, but taking in equal measure.
It was almost painful to put enough space between them to run his hands over her armored body, looking for the quickest and most efficient way to proceed.
Fingers direct and sure, he popped the seals on her chest plate, and she gasped into his mouth, realizing that this was going to be more than just a few frenzied kisses. He needed to get at the softness beneath the armor plating, craving her body like an addict. He yanked her gloves off, hoping she wouldn't put a stop to this, but almost daring her to try. If she didn't want it, he needed to know quickly, or he may find himself beyond the ability to break off his assault.
She tasted incredibly sweet, kissing him back with an eagerness that fired his blood, clutching at his shoulders as he wrestled with her leg guards.
Up against the wall of a cave was hardly ideal, and nothing like what he'd imagined for their first time together, but the adrenaline, danger, satisfaction, and fear mixed in his veins, creating an intoxicating need that was impossible to deny. Romance and tact could come later, if she afforded him that opportunity, but he'd have her now, just like this. Dios, just like this.
Her tongue danced with his, and she was making delicious little noises into his mouth. Her excitement was tangible, and his need was like a raging beast inside him.
He wanted it to be so good for her, needed to show her how much it meant, his astonishment that she was even in his arms, that she'd really seen him and it hadn't cost him everything.
He buried his face in her neck so he could breath deep the scent of her as he worked her seals, divesting her of the weighted plates, like pulling bricks from the wall of her defenses. He got past all the armor pieces, leaving her clad in her combat suit. He could feel her hands tugging at his gun belt. He pinched at her nipples through the lightweight material, feeling her arch into his hands. Wrenching open the last of her covering, he freed her legs, which was all he needed. Gathering the fabric of her panties in a fist, be ripped them from her, the tearing sound urging him on.
He wanted to fall on his knees before her, to make good on the unspoken promises he'd made when she'd asked him about his Resistance code name, but there was no time for that. Licking his thumb, he followed the seam of her, seeking the center of everything, employing all he'd learned to bring her to a quick gasping peak, manipulating the sweet little bud hidden at the top of her folds until she screamed into his mouth.
The gun belt fell to the ground with a clatter and tackling his zip, he was free, cold air touching his aching hungry flesh before he slid up against her wet softness, guiding himself with a firm hand. Supporting her weight, he lifted her off her feet, bracing her back against the wall. He took her, then, forging ahead through constricting muscles, pushing her bare knees into the rock face. He had to rock his hips to gain purchase, pulling her down on him as he braced his feet apart, grunting in satisfaction at her tightness, but intent on coaxing her body to let him in.
He moaned as he hilted, the sound blending with hers to make the sweetest music. He held deep, his toes curling inside his boots at the feeling of homecoming that swept over him, the possessiveness that threatened to choke him even as bolts of pleasure shot through his belly and tightened his balls. He pulled back, then shoved deep, once, twice, the rhythm taking over. Hips snapping into hers, he lifted her higher, his thrusts jarring her, the top of the combat suit hanging from her arms to buffer her back and shoulders. His fingers gripped her bottom, biting into her softness as he fought to get deeper.
He ground himself into her at the bottom of each stroke, desperate to move her toward her extremity. He allowed his force and pace to go unchecked, pushing her harder until he felt her tighten around him, fiercely gripping his cock with the power of her contractions. That was all the permission he needed, and slamming hard up into her, he held deep, growling as he pulsed inside her, releasing his seed, wanting nothing more than to see it trail down her thighs in rivulets when they'd finished. "Sara," he whispered, an entreaty, a prayer, the R sound rolling off his tongue right before it sought hers.
One hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips, pushing her kiss-swollen mouth open so he could possess and conquer.
She was wonderfully responsive, even spent as she was, her kiss like a promise.
Reality intruded, and breaking free from her lips, he withdrew from her body, feeling cold and empty at the loss of her.
He allowed her legs to slip down and take her weight, and was reminded of how small she was, her head only coming up to his chin. So much power in such a small package, her toned little body, brows fierce, shrouded in an aura of determination that followed everywhere she went. He was almost afraid to look in her eyes, fearing disappointment, readying himself for dismissal or rejection.
She looked dazed, perhaps as surprised as he by the intensity of the moment. Clearing his throat, he straightened his clothing, a hand moving to smooth back his hair before reaching down for his gun belt. "Will you... come and see me before you leave? I should be back at Tartarus after I've overseen a few things."
Her legs stepped into the bottom of her combat suit, and pulling it up and over her bare skin she smiled at him. "We'll see."
It was better than nothing.
He wondered if she knew. That standing there, armoring up, she held his heart in those small hands.