Explicit in nature

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6. Scream

Alexis has not seen Mycroft in seventeen days. Of course, being the British Government, she knew that there would be times where she would not see her lover for long stretches of time. But this was the longest they had been apart.

Their one month anniversary passed whilst Mycroft was in Iceland and he had quickly called her after, apologising but then proceeded to tell her that he would be away for another week or so sorting through the particulars of a new deal. Alexis had not expected flowers or chocolates but was a text so difficult? Hell, it had been tax season at the office and she still had time to text a 'Happy Birthday' to her sister that day and buy a present whilst on her ten minute break.

So when she entered the silent penthouse – Mycroft insisted that she stay at his whilst he was away – she was not surprised. Sorrow pinched at her heart but she ignored it. Her stomach growled but again she pushed it away, in no mood to eat. She poured herself a glass of smoothie and gulped that down instead, pausing by the sink in case her stomach rebelled.

She had no work in her bag which she had to complete, no social obligations to uphold with her friends, no pets to feed (which she wished she had, she really wanted a cat to pet right now) and was in no mood to sleep. Good old television, she thought, take me away.

In end though, Alexis ended up reading 'The Republic' by Plato and falling asleep on Mycroft's exceptionally comfortable sofa, curled into a ball, head lolling on the silky cushions.

...

She was drawn slowly from slumber four hours later by soft kisses being placed on her cheeks. Smiling, she turned and felt a body lowering itself along hers. She had enough sense to shift onto her back and welcome the weight with a moan. Alexis mumbled a barely coherent "What-?" but lips were pressed against hers and all lucid thoughts were quickly brushed aside.

Hands cradled her face and Alexis opened her eyes a fraction. Mycroft's eyes were closed and she began kiss back, opening her mouth and sweeping her tongue against his lips. He smiled into the kiss and when she bit his bottom lip playfully, he groaned approvingly and ran a hand up her thigh, lingering on the stomach before sweeping to stroke her hips, tugging on her trousers. Alexis raised herself from her position, coaxed Mycroft until he was seated and then straddled him, her arms entwined behind his neck and as he purred into her collarbone. She shivered as he ran his hands down her back, biting into her neck and sucking it.

As she moved, she felt how hard he was and shifted purposefully and laughed lightly when he growled. Hands expertly undid her blouse and before she could think, he threw it over his shoulder. The bra followed soon after and she moaned loudly when he began to suckle on her left breast and teased the nipple with his tongue. Her back arched and she became aware that she would have toppled off her perch on his thighs if it hadn't been for a supporting hand on her back, the other sliding up and down her arm.

She fumbled with his tie, pulled it sharply away from his neck and made short work of his shirt as she pressed her swollen lips back against his, throwing all her need and love alongside her sweeping tongue. He made a vaguely embarrassing noise as she did so, and Alexis smiled when she felt his hands lowering themselves to her trousers, undoing the zipper with ease. She struggled with the catch on his expensive suit trousers and she stroked imploringly at his chest when he battered her hands away and undid them himself.

Alexis would look back later and wonder how exactly she got on the floor but at the time, she was busy simply kissing Mycroft as if her life depended on it, not noticing the smooth carpet against her bare back, more preoccupied by the fingers that were making their way south.

God, she was lost and she knew it.

She gasped against his neck as he stoked her clit, teasing her until she felt ready to bite him just to get him moving.

"Mycroft!" Alexis cried out against his skin, her own hand reaching down to stroke him, fingers trailing over his erection.

He pressed his lips back against hers when he entered her, one hand above her shoulder, the other caressing her side. Their kisses became more violent, Alexis could feel herself biting his mouth as he refused to move.

"Please..." She begged, her hips rocking instinctively.

"Look at me." His voice rang with command. "Don't take your eyes off mine."

Alexis doubted she could if she wanted. Dark eyes met light and stayed; as if his were magnets and hers were steel. His breath hissed out between his teeth. Hers darted out of her lungs quickly. His irises darkened further and golden lights seemed to dance around them, taut with passion. He braced himself over her, hands caging her head.

She wrapped her legs around him, locked her heels and pulled him tight against her body, pressing him into her even deeper. He filled her completely but she still wanted more of him.

He began to move in slow powerful strokes, pulling all the way out then thrusting back into her. Each time she felt the broad head push against the mouth of her womb, sending sparks jittering up her skin, opening the flood gates in her mind, ecstasy spilling along her senses. Everything else was gone. Only him. Only him. She felt herself twisting in the darkness, bright colours exploding around her like fireworks. Every nerve was on fire. She was devoured, consumed, her essence pouring into him as his poured into her. Her orgasm screamed, racked her body until it didn't think it could take anymore... then it went on and on.

At least she settled back to Earth, heaving and panting, sure she had splintered into a million pieces. His hot breath felt good against her skin. With infinite care, Mycroft eased himself out of her, leaving an unexpected emptiness and an inaudible cry of protest brushed past her lips. But then he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, wrapping her in his arms. She burrowed close to his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles as he tightened his hold on her.

"I think someone missed me." She breathed, loving the feel of his responding chuckle through his chest.

"We haven't finished saying 'hello' yet." His voice was practically a rumble and Alexis shivered.

She was silent of a moment, then her hand snaked down between them. She shifted her body and hand reached for his cock that was pressing against her body. Mycroft drew in a sharp breath, his fingernails digging in slightly to her skin as she stroked it.

"I thought you needed rest."

"Yes," Alexis agreed, inwardly grinning at his deductive tone, and allowed her tone to take on a wicked edge. "But you don't do you?"

She felt his heartbeat quicken through his ribcage. She replied by shoving him roughly onto his back, one hand pushing on his chest, the other never leaving his cock. She rose to her knees and let her eyes drift over him. His marble skin. His bare chest. Sweat soaked skin that tasted salty when she licked it. His thighs were thin but powerful and clenched when she ran a finger between thigh and groin. Her hands drifted over his stomach, sending shivers of sensation over his limbs. She kissed every inch of him she could see, staring at the base of neck, sliding down over navel and hovered teasingly by his inguinal ligament. With every touch, his cock twitched.

"Uh-uh," She told him when he tried to reach for her. "It's my turn."

He dropped his hands to his sides and fisted the ground.

"Okay, but you should know that you're killing me."

She simply looked at him, eyes shadowy with taunting desire. She took his hot shaft in one hand, the other pressed firmly on his hip. At the first touch of her tongue to the underside of his shaft, Mycroft's entire body tensed as he tried not to jump.

She slid him a glance. "I promise you won't die."

And then she took him in her mouth.

She would never forget his utter abandon. His expression when he tried to stay still, tried to resist thrusting his hips. He tried to feel her gently restraining hand on his hip but he was as lost as she had been. He lifted his body in time with the hot, wet, tight cocoon of her mouth and she pumped the part her mouth couldn't reach with her hand. Her Mycroft Holmes, ever perfectly poised, ever in control, was unravelling before her.

She slowed then stopped, laughing when he groaned.

Her response was sit up and settle herself on his erection. She sucked in a breath when he bucked more forcefully beneath her. He was suddenly sitting up, his hands were everywhere, sliding up and down her thighs, making her rock and grind against him. She melted into the kiss he locked against her mouth, feeling every murmur of pleasure as he pushed her back on the floor and drove hard into her one last time and shuddered in her arms. She had not yet found her second release but was happy for him to come without her.

Mycroft was not.

Even as Alexis felt his heartbeat slow, he slipped one hand between them, mirroring what she had done, letting his long fingers rub against her clit. He stroked, long and steady. He was still warm and hot inside her and Alexis came easily crying out his name.

...

Another hour, another round later, Alexis woke up tangled in cool sheets. A hot body was pressed against her back, arms wrapped around her waist, hot breath on her neck. She turned and slid her leg between his. Mycroft made a low noise in his throat and pulled her even closer.

Alexis paused, halfway between sleep and awake.

They had yet to say hello.

She smiled and slept.

ooOOOoo

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