Hello! Welcome to the last chapter of Second Chances! I'm proud to have finished this project. Have a nice reading!
**WARNING**
Not Safe For Work ahead, viewer's discretion is advised.
This chapter is rated M.
It was a normal day of travelling. Having already explored the Pacific islands, both were determined to cross the circle of fire, with its wildlife and mysteries, trusting each other like never before to take care of themselves.
Every little discovery, such as rare fishes or glowing corals never seen before, was a pleasant surprise responsible for easy smiles, and every easy smile was turned into a kiss by both of them. They would swim with fingers intertwined, each day more incapable to stay a single inch away from each other.
Kaldur'ahm pinched himself every single morning. The feeling of fulfilment and happiness was so complete, so peaceful, that it was hard not fearing it was all a lie. Looking at Tula, holding her hand, kissing her lips so dearly - the dearest he ever kissed somebody - Kaldur started relaxing. The only thing he allowed himself to fear was to have forgotten how to take care of a relationship – but he knew he could learn again, and faster, with her by his side. Kaldur was finally allowed to be himself. Tula would sometimes be scared by loud, long laughs bursting out of Kaldur, and be perplexed by carefree attitudes the Aqualad she knew would never take.
Tula, likewise Kaldur, felt complete. More than complete, actually; she felt as if she finally found a thing, or a place, that she always dreamed of, and now all of her life made perfect sense. And although it was unfair to think like that, Tula already felt more comfortable near Kaldur than she used to with Garth. She remembered learning how to love Garth, putting effort for it to work, both sides switching and changing to match each other. With Kaldur, doing such things would be nonsense; the more she was herself, and spoke her mind, and laughed and joked and played as she felt like it, more she and Kaldur would get closer, and better the kisses would be.
It was the third day after their first kiss that Tula started wondering if making love with Kaldur would be as natural.
Kaldur, however, has not done any advances in that aspect. At night, when they would lay together, share longer kisses and caresses, sometimes the air around would get warmer and his hands would get firmer and his hold, tighter, as if he did not want to let go, as if he wanted her all to himself. "As he should have done from the start", Tula thought to herself, always worried with Kaldur'ahm tendency of self-sacrifice.
However, he would soothe the fire between them with a kiss on her forehead, and remember her how tired she got from travelling all day long, and Tula would succumb to sleep without insisting much.
Her memories were still changing, though. There was now an abyss between her last mission, eight years ago, and her wake, some months ago. If it wasn't for Kaldur's fulfilling presence, Tula knew she would be tiptoeing near madness.
Nevertheless, that still meant there was a void trying to grow inside her, a void that mixed with the fire and chemistry that naturally grew between them was slowly turning into an attraction towards Kaldur Tula had no intentions of hiding or avoiding.
On the fourth day, they crossed a current and found themselves in a thermal area, a sort of valley between submarine volcanoes that left the water lighter, clearer and absolutely delicious to dive in.
"Tula, my dear, mind taking a peek from the island's view?", Kaldur asked, softly, noticing a little bit of coast north of where they were.
"Why would I?", she smiled back, and he kissed her fingertips in acknowledgement.
Both surfaced to face a forgotten, untouched island, white soft sand under their feet, crystal clear blue sea and an indigo sky from the twilight about to start. Regretting not bringing a camera for that trip, they dropped their bags near a dead trunk half-buried in sand and went for a walk.
Kaldur was concentrated in trying to memorize that image, Tula in the sun walking beside him, her clear skin in perfect contrast with the tone of his own skin, smiling at him everytime he touched her.
Tula, on the other hand, looked around awed with how much nature thrived on the island, with bustling, flowering trees clinging over the landline.
She felt a sweet and familiar scent – the scent of hibiscus, which spoke to Tula's attraction. She remembered vaguely about it being an aphrodisiac of some sort, and without a word, she left Kaldur's hand to follow the smell.
"Tula? Where are you-", he started asking before feeling the smell too and blushing a bit.
He followed Tula closely, between branches and leaves, until they stumbled into an old and tall hibiscus tree, in full bloom.
At its roots, there were remains of what resembled a vine bed, and writings made a knife of some sort: "Here, Orm and Mera sealed their love in the form of their first heir", it was written.
Tula blushed, and Kaldur laughed loudly, his eyes wide and surprised to find such an intimate secret about the Atlantis realty.
"I really didn't expect the King to be this romantic…", Kaldur mentioned, leaning his hand softly in the carved word "love". "What do you think, Tula?"
She didn't answer, vanished again.
"Tula?", Kaldur called out, trying not to panic. He was pinching himself, afraid the perfect dream was somehow ended, until he heard something land behind him.
When he turned, Tula was there, blushed, a twig with two hibiscus flowers in hand.
The message was clear: she offered for them to share the flowers, and then, share their bodies. An old tradition they had seen some natives in their travels do. Kaldur blushed too but did not stutter.
"Thank you, Tula", he said, picking one of the flowers. "But we don't need the flowers".
Tula felt embarrassed and confused, and let the hand that held the twig drop, feeling that he was kindly rejecting her.
Kaldur touched her chin in the next moment, with a kind smile on his lips.
"I'd be honoured to experience love this way with you", he whispered, shyly.
Tula could not hold herself any longer. She threw the twig to one side and circled his shoulders with her arms, kissing his mouth with the love they were getting used to, and a new found hunger for him. Kaldur answered by hugging her by the waist, glueing their bodies until there was no space for air between them, kissing her with a little bit less of the infinite care he usually did.
"I love you, Kaldur. I want to experience everything there is to experience in your love", Tula confessed, holding Kaldur's face between her hands. "Show me – all of it".
"Let's go to the sea, then", Kaldur said, taking Tula by the hand, fueled with a new urgency after hearing her words.
They ran to the beach, the air between them getting hotter and hotter by the instant, mixed with the sweet scent of flowers and the adored scent of sea. Before getting to the water, Kaldur turned and held Tula into his arms, sitting her on a tall stone that left their heads on the same level, tugging her body by her legs against his own body.
He kissed her mouth again, this time intensely, discovering her lips and teeth with his own tongue and earning whimpers from Tula in return. She could feel his body against hers, his strong torso pressing her breasts, his abdomen a centre of heat making her own insides warm up too. Her hands pulled his shirt out, the atlantean female craving for his skin, for his touch, for knowing Kaldur better and more intimately than he himself knew.
As fast as his shirt hit the sand, her top hit the sand too, Kaldur's wantings matching Tula's. And once he pressed their bodies together, both felt breathless and needed a moment to appreciate each other's touch, each other's skins and curves and forms perfectly matching each other. It was a soothing, calming sensation with the power of addiction.
"Tula, I… I dreamt so much about this", Kaldur admitted, kissing the tips of her shoulders.
Tula shivered. "Not more than I did", she admitted, blushing again.
Kaldur widened his eyes, caught by surprise. He left a trail of soft, humid kissed from her left shoulder to her left ear, nibbling on it before asking. "You did too?"
"You weren't the only one to say the wrong name once", Tula confessed, as Kaldur kissed her neck and had to contain himself not to bite her out of surprise and arousal.
He felt like the most stupid person in the world for doubting Tula would ever want to be by his side, feeling his instincts and deepest desires take over. "I'll make up for it", he promised and brought a hand to Tula's pants.
As he opened her zipper, Tula moaned after hearing his promise and kissed him again, wet and wild and filled with more desire than she ever felt in her whole life. Her nails scratched his chest and his abdomen, earning a delighted grunt from Kaldur in return that made Tula want to pin him to the floor. He left her mouth to kiss her collarbones, while the hands undressed her from pants and panties altogether, laying a naked Tula flat on the warm rock.
He throwed her clothes together with his and when he looked back, Kaldur'ahm gasped and pinched himself again. It felt like a wet dream, seeing Tula naked over a plain rock, face flushed and arms over her head, her blue eyes on him matching the sly smile her lips gave.
"Catfish stole your tongue?", she teased, when Kaldur stayed there, frozen as a statue, with only his wide eyes running madly around the curves of her body.
Her attitude was just what Kaldur needed to smile too, an asymmetrical and naughty smile so rare and so charming that made Tula gasp and stop smiling. He opened her legs gently, just enough to find space to bend himself over her, cupping her breasts in his hands. She closed her eyes as he started massaging them, his fingers making her pores raise, increasing her sensibility.
He still caught her by surprise when she suddenly felt his tongue caress the tip of her right nipple, stealing a moan from her with the right name in it: "Kaldur!"
He smiled, silently, and looked up only to find her eyes looking down, her face matching the tone of her hair. Without breaking eye-contact, Kaldur licked, and stroked, and sucked on that nipple, and then changed over for the left breast as his index and thumb kept stroking her excited right nipple gently, proving he still had a tongue.
Feeling too excited, Tula had no option but to look away, rolling her eyes in an attempt of bearing with all of the tingling sensations, moans rolling off her mouth with no holding back. There were no people in miles to hear her, and she wanted Kaldur to hear all of the pleasure he gave her.
He left her left breast and started a trail of soft kisses in her strong abdomen, caressing her lines with the tip of his lips, biting her waist, licking on the lines under her bellybutton that lead to her crotch. Tula's legs started trembling, and he held them to provide support, teasing her while his tongue circled her inner thighs.
He stopped for a mere second, and Tula thought they were going to the water, believing all those lower kisses were pure teasing, when a soft, warm and wet tongue touched her smaller lips, making her hips jerk against Kaldur's face and deepen his touch into her, causing the surprised moan she started become a long, almost tortured one, loud and almost primal in her pleasure.
He stroked her with the tip of his tongue all around her, exploring much like he did to her mouth in an adoring tone, discovering her soft spots and stroking them with all the dedication only a lifetime of love could give someone. Tula moaned louder and louder, pressing her own breasts, circling his head with her thighs, screaming his name like nothing else mattered in the world – and nothing else really did.
She felt all her desire flow into her lower belly, making all of her shiver and quiver. Her voice became urgent and warning, as she felt she was about to be drowned in pleasure. Kaldur felt it and intensified his touched, burying his face between her tights.
Tula tangled her fingers in his hair and screamed on the top of her lungs when she felt the sensation overflow her senses: "I lo-o-o-ve you, Kaldur'ahm!"
He stopped, giving both some time and space to breathe, finding himself utterly happy and aroused in equal parts for being able to give Tula such good sensations.
"You're okay?", he asked her, holding her waist with care, preventing her spasming body of falling out of the rock.
"This was the best orgasm I've ever...", Tula started saying before noticing what exactly she was admitting, which made her cover her face in embarrassment.
Kaldur left out another one of those open, loud and long laughter that made Tula happy for just existing and being able to hear. He bent over her and whispered in her ear, making her belly burn again:
"I'm very content to hear that, but... We just started, dearest", Kaldur said, and with a tug, he lifted the atlantean woman in his arms.
Tula left out a cry of surprise, hugging Kaldur's waist with her legs when she noticed he was kicking his pants out of his body. The idea of having Kaldur, naked, in contact with all of her own body naked made Tula shiver once again and share an expression filled with desire with Kaldur'ahm's eyes.
They entered the water with a kiss, and kissing they let their breaths turn from their noses to their gills, while they got deeper and deeper into the water, until there was a building of space between them and the open air, and they coiled no longer feel their own weights, only the sensation of warm love they shared floating into space.
Neither Tula or Kaldur could recall moments later who started it, but the kisses turned into the sweetest caresses. The touches of each other's fingertips were so light, and yet so devote, Kaldur learned Tula's body by heart, and Tula learned Kaldur's skin by heart, and before they noticed, both bodies had mingled for themselves and fitted each other; Tula fulfilled by Kaldur, Kaldur wrapped by Tula.
In the infinite floating of the ocean, there was almost no effort needed to move hips, nor the need to stretch awkwardly for desired positions. Kaldur thrust inside Tula without any hurry, savouring every single moment of that act, finally being able to watch Tula's expression change and finally feeling her moans against his own lips. Tula, on the other hand, felt the world run faster with each jerk her hips gave against Kaldur's thrusts, making her feel like a living volcano being filled by a firestorm.
As her body grew warmer, Kaldur lost his own control. His arms circled her body and pulled her harder, and faster, while his mouth kissed and bit everything he could reach: her earlobes, her neck, her nipples, her own lips. Tula crossed her limit once again and came, hard and intense and shouting his name with almost animal urge, but he didn't stop. The more she quivered, the more her insides pressed and massaged Kaldur's throbbing erection, making it impossible for Kaldur to restrain himself, drowning him in a sea of pleasure, desire and unforgettable love that pushed him near madness. Tula came a second time, and a third time, each time stronger, faster and screaming more desperately, filling Kaldur each time with more satisfaction.
Tula was about to cross her limit a fourth time and was sure she would pass out when she heard Kaldur's moans get deeper and louder and absolutely tortured. He was about to come too, and by the looks of things, they were in sync. Curious and hypnotized by Kaldur's satisfaction, Tula glued her forehead to his and used her last efforts to move her hips and press him inside her, rolling her eyes at the same time he closed his, his love overflowing in her stomach as he pulled out at the last second.
Tula wrapped her arms around Kaldur's shoulder and gave herself time to regain her breath before beating his back with a closed fist.
"Wh-what did I-", Kaldur tried to ask, still breathless.
"Who said you could pull out?", Tula asked, feigning anger, incapable to stop smiling.
"But Tula, that could give you a child", Kaldur started explaining the obvious.
"I want one", Tula blurted out, and her eyes were the most serious Kaldur had ever seen.
He needed a moment to learn how to make his heart beat again. In the next moment, he pulled the hand that had beaten him to kiss her fingers.
"Would you be my family, Tula?", Kaldur asked, not bothering to ask her for dating or marriage after so many years lost to duty and death.
"It would be my honour, Kaldur'ahm", Tula said, pecking his lips what felt to be a thousand times before he could get a hold of her face.
She stopped kissing, and paying attention to Kaldur, she was confronted with a famished expression paired with a sly smile that made Kaldur look even sexier than he usually already did.
"Well, I guess I should start again and fulfil my woman's wishes", he murmured to her in a deep tone.
And although the objective was a child, Tula knew he would fulfil much more than that one desire.
-THE END-
Here we are, to the end of this brief, sweet episode.
Although I started it by impulse and because of a feeling of duty towards rule 35, I tried to express all my respect and love for this couple that is totally underestimated.
As I said before, this was my first try at writing smut in english, so please tell me what did you think of it!
I'm already having ideas for a oneshot with Tula and Kaldur, and I intend to make it a really spicier smut.
Anyway, see you next time! Hope you like it!