Breaking Intimate

Murdock stifled another yawn and Face laughed at him. "Better watch it. Here comes Shy."

I'm gonna wire my jaw shut. Coming back from bussing her tray, Shy was sure to push for him to go to bed. He wasn't ready to give up the fight. Sleep was way over-rated when you had a beautiful woman to spend time with.

Vi joined Face's laughter. "Give it up, flyboy. I've only known Sheila for a few weeks, but it doesn't take long to learn just how stubborn she can be."

"I'm not that tired, really."

Shy dropped into her seat across from him, her expression blatantly disbelieving.

"You have yawned your way through dinner, HM. You really need to get some sleep." She plucked at his sleeve. "C'mon, I'll walk you to the barracks."

"Tuck him in good, Shy. Then join us at the bar. Face said Gravy, Ray and BA want to meet us." Vi grinned at her.

Murdock groaned. "You can't go to the bar without me. I'm telling you, those guys will eat you alive."

Leaning toward Shy, Face snickered and said, "He's just worried about the stories we'll tell in his absence."

Shy patted Murdock's hand, then looked at Face. "I doubt I'll join you at the bar. I'm kind of tired myself. I'll have to meet them later."

Murdock stuck his tongue out at Face as they stood to leave and Shy laughed. Fingers laced together they walked out of the mess tent side by side. A comfortable silence descended as they headed toward the team barracks. Murdock's mind was spinning, though, as he cast about for an angle to get Shy to change her mind. He hated the thought of losing any amount of his short time with her.

Before he knew it, the barracks was in sight. He heaved an exasperated sigh and gave Shy a long sideways look.

"So... you're really going to make me go to bed... alone."

She squeezed his hand and smiled at him. "You need to sleep. We'll see each other tomorrow."

He swung around so he was walking backward facing her. Catching her other hand, he schooled his features into what he hoped was a hang-dog expression.

"C'mon, Shy. We could go back down to the beach, lie out under the stars and fall asleep, like the other night."

"You need to sleep."

"I did sleep. I would sleep."

"You need to sleep well."

"You are a broken record."

"I feel like your mother."

He smiled. "You don't look like her."

"Thank God."

They were at the door to his barracks. "C'mon, Shy. We only have forty hours left to spend together. You aren't seriously going to make me sleep."

Pulling her hands out of his, she crossed her arms. "Most people get a few hours of sleep every day, HM. I am seriously asking you to sleep – for your own good."

He looked down at her and sighed. "Anyone ever tell you that you are one stubborn little lady?"

She smirked at him. "I've heard stubborn and little, before. Lady's a new one."

One corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic smile as he shook his head. "Every time I think I've got your number, you throw me again, sugar."

She looked at him steadily. "That's my plan."

"Your plan, huh? I should warn you that I have plans of my own."

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Sheila swallowed. His expressive, brown-eyed gaze held hers, and the heat in that look warmed her from head to toe. Her heart was rapidly taking over her brain. It scared the shit out of her that she couldn't seem to control her reactions to him, particularly when he was this close.

Clearing her throat, she managed an almost-steady tone when she said, "Hopefully your plan includes going to sleep sometime soon."

"Soon."

The low timbre of his voice made her breath catch. He had moved closer and though she willed her feet to move her away, they steadfastly ignored the command. It was as she'd feared, her brain was functioning, but it definitely wasn't in control.

Murdock's large hand rose to cradle her head gently just before he claimed her lips in their first real kiss. His eyes stayed open, looking into hers, almost as if asking for permission. The logical part of her brain continued sending a desperate message to her body to pull away. But every single muscle rebelled and Sheila sagged against him, her eyes drifting shut as she parted her lips in surrender.

Since that first evening she had been fantasizing about this. Her daydreams had been decidedly lackluster compared to the real thing. Shy wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss – savoring the moment even as she silently acknowledged that this could be a career-killing mistake.

Murdock wrapped his arms around her waist. One hand wandering under her shirt, his rough skin hot against hers. He reached higher under her shirt, brushing her breast, one long finger teasing her nipple erect through the fabric of her bra.

A pleasant ache started between her legs as Murdock's tongue gently probed her mouth. She found herself hoping it wasn't the only probing he planned. The thought grounded her and she pulled away, wishing like hell he didn't have such a profound effect on her.

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Murdock released her reluctantly. "Shy."

"We can't do this now, HM."

"Oh, I definitely could," he murmured.

He pulled her to him again, this kiss less gentle, more insistent. "Please, Shy, I want to make love to you."

She groaned and made a weak attempt to pull away. "Not here, not now."

"Why not, sugar?"

"Because there's no privacy."

She managed to pull away, though the look in her eyes told him he was breaking down her barriers.

He smiled at her and closed the gap again.

"All I gotta do is leave my t-shirt on the door. We all know what that means. They'll stay out until we're done. 'Sides, you heard Vi, they're all goin' to the bar."

Leaning down, he kissed the soft skin just below her ear. A low throaty groan escaped her lips, making him smile. He slipped his hands back around her, drawing her close enough to bury his face in her neck.

Shy finally gave up the fight and relaxed against him. Her hands slid under his t-shirt, along the waist band of his pants. It was all the touch he needed. Slowly hardening since their first kiss, her touch on his bare skin brought him to a full, throbbing erection.

Murdock needed Shy like he had never needed a woman before.

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Her entire body ached for him and she couldn't find the will to refuse him anymore. As one, they pushed into the barracks, where he released her long enough to strip off his t-shirt and snake it onto the spring of the door.

Murdock took her hand, leading her back to his bunk. Once there he pulled her back into his arms, his lips again demanding. Sheila slipped her hands around his waist and up his back, thrilling at the warm, bare skin over corded muscle.

While his mouth sustained its assault on hers, both of his hands moved under her shirt, making short work of unhooking her bra. He then moved on to the front of her shirt, long fingers surprisingly nimble as he undid the buttons of her blouse. She let the shirt slide off her arms as his hands stroked to her shoulders to pull the straps of her bra down.

Shy struggled to keep from panting as his lips left hers to whisper along her jaw, continuing down the curve of her neck over the swell of her breast. When he reached her nipple he laved it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and suckling.

If he kept that up she was going to lose it. The ache between her legs was already an undeniable and very physical need. She put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him back up into a warm, open-mouthed kiss. It didn't cool her need, but it allowed her to regain some control.

She slid her fingers down to his waist where she struggled to unbuckle his belt. At the same time, she felt his hands move. He was quicker than she was, and soon had her pants undone. Interrupting her fumbling, he slipped her pants and panties off over her hips and down her legs.

When he stood back up, he had undone his belt for her and there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Just thought I'd help you out, sugar," he growled as he pulled her naked body against him.

She squirmed out of his grasp to give herself enough room to finally get his pants unzipped. They fell off of his narrow hips without any effort on her part. Running her fingers under the elastic of his underwear, she pushed them down but was stymied when they hung up on his erection.

Murdock chuckled again. "You're just having all sorts of trouble, aren't you?"

With a rueful smile, Sheila forced herself to slow down and carefully maneuvered the underwear over his stiff member, allowing her fingers to graze its length teasingly as she did so.

As soon as the last of the clothing was out of the way they wrapped around one another, moving back to the bed. Murdock seemed reluctant to let her loose to lie down. They were both breathing hard and Sheila found herself focused on the thought of him inside of her to the exclusion of all else. She finally pushed him away long enough to drop onto the bed.

He stood in front of her, obviously as ready as she felt and she reached forward to touch him. A low moan escaped his lips as her curious fingers traced the throbbing veins on the surface of his erection. Leaning forward, Sheila slid her tongue around the head and was about to go further when he pulled away.

Murdock's voice was low and raspy. "I don't have that much control, sugar."

He stood apart from her for a few seconds and Sheila could tell he was struggling for control. The realization that he was as concerned about her pleasure as he was his own served to increase her desire for him.

Suddenly, he was back by her side, pushing her onto the bed as he lowered his lean frame next to her. His hand trailed from her breast down to her hip, slipping to the small of her back and pulling her forward. Sheila slid a leg up over him and pressed her other leg against his hardness, desperate to relieve the mounting ache between her legs.

He rolled on top of her and she opened her legs. Grabbing his firm butt, she guided him forward insistently, her need for him driving out any inhibitory thoughts she still harbored.

Despite her obvious urgency, he held back, slipping into her one achingly-slow inch at a time until she moaned, "Please, HM."

So ready she felt as if she was going to implode, Sheila wasn't sure how much more teasing she could take. Murdock stopped and looked down at her, a smoldering smile on his face.

"Please," she whispered, arching against him to convey her urgency.

His breath caught just before he plunged, hard and fast, and Sheila felt her core coil around his hard member. When he pulled out she felt a brief sense of loss until he plunged again. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the spring that had been tightening since that first kiss let loose and pleasure pulsed through her.

He pulled out, his hands slipping under her butt. She widened her legs, allowing his next thrust to penetrate her fully. She gasped as he exploded inside of her, the rhythmic pulsing accompanying his growl of pleasure took her higher than she thought possible. Reaching up, she snaked her arms around his neck to pull him down to her, removing all space between them as their mutual orgasm swelled through them.

It was a few minutes before either of them could catch their breath enough to talk. He leaned on an elbow and looked at her.

"I'm wondering what the hell we've been waiting for."

She returned his smile. "I don't know."

Her smile faded as she realized what had happened. As she watched, Murdock's brow furrowed in response to her change of expression.

"What's wrong, sugar?"

She sighed and glanced toward the front of the barracks, if only to avoid losing herself in his eyes.

"I just feel... a little uncomfortable in here, especially naked."

It wasn't a lie, but it was hardly the whole truth. Her biggest problem had little to do with the setting of their love-making and more to do with the reality of it.

His husky voice scattered her thoughts. "Mm, I like you naked. Please, don't worry about it, sugar. I promise none of the guys will open that door." He leaned over and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the desk. "They're kinda like sandpaper but they will help contain the mess."

She smiled gratefully, but nearly jumped out of her skin when he sat up and wiped between her legs. There was something oddly sensual about it. And in the act of cleaning her, he fanned the coals of her desire. It wasn't like she had had a lot of sexual partners, but Murdock was the first man that had ever expressed concern about her comfort after intercourse, let alone done anything about it.

When he lay back down, he brought the sheet up over them. It was hot, but the cool sheet felt nice. There was barely room on the bed for both of them, and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her close.

"I know you wanna go. Please just let me hold you for a little while."

Sheila looked up at him, and felt herself melt. How could she say 'no' to those warm, brown eyes?

"A little while."

He dipped his head and kissed her lightly. "Thanks, sugar."

She shifted so she could reach his lips more comfortably and returned the kiss. His hands slid up her back, his fingers kneading her neck and shoulders, while she traced his spine downward with gentle fingers.

Eyes closed, she savored the feel of his body against hers, skin to skin, the scent of their love-making lending a heady backdrop to the tactile experience. The aching need was back in force. The fleeting thought that she should have left when she had the chance was barely acknowledged as she indulged in the intense feelings that he aroused.

The nudge of his hardening member between them made Sheila smile. She opened her eyes and pulled back so she could look into his face.

"Is holding me all you had in mind, HM?"

He quirked an apologetic grin at her. "Well, it was. I'm afraid Little Brain, down there, has a mind of his own."

She chuckled. "Little Brain, huh? I think I like that."

"I think I like you," he murmured.

Adjusting himself, he pulled her close, again, his lips gentle against hers. The soft stiffness of him held between their bodies served to intensify the ache between her legs. She slid her hand from where it rested at the small of his back up over his hip, letting her fingers tangle, teasing, into his coarse hair. Murdock's breath caught and quickened, and his kiss became more urgent.

He shifted slightly to give her easier access, as her fingers trailed lightly up his rapidly hardening member, then closed around it. She could imagine the feel of it sliding into her and let her fingers mimic the movement she longed for. It took little time for her to stroke him to a full erection, rousing herself in the process until every fiber of her being pulsated with the consummate desire to have him fill her again.

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If he didn't take control he was going to lose it, and he couldn't allow that. Reaching down, he took her hand and raised it up over her head as he rolled on top of her. Shy had to shift to keep from rolling off the tiny bed and when she did her legs parted. He found her second hand and moved it to join the first, both of her small hands fitting easily into his one. Allowing his full weight to bear between her legs, he leveraged himself higher until his penis was hard against her warm, wet slit.

With his free hand he massaged one of her breasts as he lowered his mouth to the other, teasing the already-erect nipple with his tongue. Her responding groan encouraged him and he took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard as he kneaded the other, rolling the nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger.

Though Murdock craved the feel of her closing around him, for the moment the need was manageable. It hadn't been that long since they'd first made love and now that he was in control, he planned to take his time and enjoy her.

Releasing her hands, he was gratified when she gripped the bed railing above her head. Shy's body stretched out below him like a buffet, one he would definitely savor. With one hand on each of her firm breasts, he left a trail of feathery kisses across the plain of her stomach. As he moved below her belly button, her hands came down to tangle in his hair, coaxing him up. But he ignored her, abandoning her breasts to explore lower, still.

Kneeling between her legs, he used his fingers to tease her folds apart, revealing the succulent core of her. Lowering his mouth, Murdock slid his tongue lightly along her slit, her taste and smell more beguiling than any drug.

Shy'd legs widened, and he massaged her inner thighs as he pressed deeper into her with his tongue, indulging in her salty sweetness. She began to writhe under him, and he closed his mouth over her clit sucking until his name slipped out of her lips in a soft moan.

All thoughts he had of taking his time evaporated. In one long thrust he entered her. She was tight and it took the little control he had remaining to pull out so he could shift higher and enter her fully. Her groans echoed through his head, as her fingers bit into his back, pulling him deeper, her legs wrapping around his.

Time suspended as he pressed into her, every sense focused on the mounting tension where their bodies melded into a single flesh for one perfect moment.

The rhythmic tightening of her around him was the permission he needed. He let go buried deep inside of her, his orgasm pulsating in time to hers.

His mind flew into the expanse of her sky-blue eyes as she took him higher then he had ever flown before.

Coming back to earth reluctantly, Murdock sank onto her, utterly spent and completely sated. Feeling Shy shift under him, he propped himself up long enough to grab a handful of tissues to clean them both up. Then he lay back down and cradled her in his arms.

The taste of her still lingered on his lips and her soft skin, slick with a sheen of sweat, felt like silk under his fingers. Burying his face in the curve of her neck, the scent of lavender and their love-making overwhelmed the musty odor of the barracks. Her soft sighs and slowing heartbeat soothed him. All of his senses filled with Shy, he drifted off into a fitful sleep.