(WARNING: Graphic content about to ensue, if your virgin eyes can't handle it I'm sorry)
I was standing in the kitchen, mixing together a coke and whiskey, pouting to myself. Odin was laying on the couch, so I pushed him off to watch NCIS or something. Lucas was away in Berlin, some doctors thing. I forget by the next glass of my toxic concoction.
I sighed. He'd been gone for so long. Absentmindedly, I twisted my engagement ring off, golden with a ruby and two diamonds flanking it. Then I laid on my side as I flipped channels. It was Sunday, at 3 in the morning, nothing good ever came on at this time.
"Cory?"
I popped up quickly, my fiancée was standing in the doorway, soaked to the bone with the sudden downpour that I had been oblivious to. I jumped up over the couch and pounced on him, running my fingers in his blonde and curling hair as I took his mouth in mine. He fell to the floor with me on top of him. How I relished the taste of him, how his tongue locked with mine. Dammit I was hot for him. I let go so he could breathe.
"Couldn't have called?" I asked, burying my nose into his neck and kissed his warm skin.
"What's the surprise in that?" Lucas asked me, his voice had a slight German twang to it, being in Berlin for so long, it was expected. In fact it just made me want him more. "Listen, Cor..." He held my hips tightly, shifting me off of his groin.
I pouted, just him being there made my insides hurt and a gathering wetness had formed between my thighs.
"What's the matter, baby?" I asked him, setting my head on his wet chest.
He seemed to be pulling back from something, from saying something. A tiny red flag had popped up in the corner of my mind. "I just...missed you." He concluded.
I bit my bottom lip, "Then let's get you out of those wet clothes."
Lucas growled and came up quickly, dragging me like an animal to our room. I giggled as he held me by my waist, whisking me away like a predator to its prey. He kicked the door shut, pushed me towards our bed, and held me violently against the mattress.
His blue eyes glistened as he trailed up from my stomach, taking in my scent, and his hands gripped the bottom of my shirt to rip it off. I unzipped his coat and it landed with a loud thud on the floor. Christ he was so damn sexy. Lucas straddled me, his buttoned shirt sticking close to his body with rain.
As I undid each button, I replaced them with light kisses up his chest. I was quickly pushed back down, much to my disappointment. Lucas attacked my throat, sucking on the sensitive skin, I let out a moan, which only made the bulge in his pants grow tighter and harder and he growled like an animal.
I went to undo his jeans, but Lucas grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head.
"No, Cory." He said lowly, sex dripped from his words, "Not yet."
I was completely and utterly under his spell. My eyes closed and my bra slipped off. His lips latched onto my breast and my back arched. One of his hands dug into my back, while the other fumbled with my pants.
He teased with the seams of my panties, knowing that it aroused me even more.
"Come on, Lucas." I begged, "Just fuck me." I was half mad with swimming ecstasy.
Paying no heed to my words, his mouth traced my jaw, he flicked his tongue into my mouth and dove in deep. My hands were held above me tightly.
"Your begging is making this really difficult." Lucas whispered gruffly in my ear, full of sensual passion.
"Good," I teased, "Maybe you won't be gone so long next time."
I was answered back with the removal of my panties and the unzipping of his jeans.
Lucas' erection was almost red he was so aroused. I waited for him to just finally impale me, but I only got the slow stroking of my entrance with the head of his cock. He was certainly trying my patience.
"Fuck, you're wet." He said tauntingly.
My nails dug in and gripped the blanket, everything in and out of my body was pulsing with desire. Lucas wrapped my legs around him and he went over me, so we were face to face.
His hand brushed my cheek, "God how I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come undone."
"Gonna take a few more years to do it?" I asked, biting at his shoulder.
I was answered by an instant grind into me. I let out a sharp yelp in surprise. He slowly went in and out then quickened his pace. Going so long without him, and the massive amounts of teasing, had driven me closer to my orgasm than Lucas'.
My body shivered in the warm pleasure at my first wave. Lucas kept going, determined to make me come at least twice. I started to shout his name and slur swears in between.
He grabbed onto my hips tightly and drove even deeper inside and he remained there. I could feel the warm release of his seed into me as I came a second time.
I guess this all reminded me of why I said yes. When he moved next to me, breathing raggedly, I littered him in tiny kisses of affection.
"I love you, Lucas." I whispered in his ear.
"Why don't you get some sleep. You know how you are when you need to get ready for work." My fiancée brushed my hair away and brought the blanket up.
I wondered why he didn't say he loved me back. Maybe he was just tired...I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I fell asleep.
A few hours later I found myself alone. I clutched the blanket to my breasts as I got up and opened our door. I could only assume he went into the living room as to not disturb me.
"Lucas babe, why don't I take the day off and..." I stopped cold, looking at an empty room. Maybe he went outside.
I went to the back porch to find it empty. Going back inside, I saw Odin with his head on his paws as he stared at the door. There was a yellow sticky note on it. I pranced to the door, wondering why Odin looked sad. I picked up the note and read it.
Cory, I'm sorry. But I'm married
I wasn't sure what to make of it. At first I was confused. Why would Lucas leave this? Especially after such a night of intense passion.
Then I got angry...very angry.
"Cory?"
I shook my head, coming out of my stupor. Boromir was standing there with a tagged shirt on and new jeans. He looked concerned. I realized where I was, some store in Montpelier, getting new clothes for him. I shook my head again, fully waking up. Realizing I was sitting on some couch that was way too comfortable.
"Looks good." I said, forcing a smile.
He bent down and looked straight in my eyes, "Do we need to leave?"
I shook my head, "No!" I argued, "I just, dozed off for a second. This needs to be done."
Boromir remained unconvinced. He quick changed into his old clothes, and came out of the stall with the store ones neatly folded.
"If it would please my lady, I suggest we take a walk." He took my hand gently, then gave the lady at the counter the stack of random shirts and pants, "Thank you." He said politely, the woman blushed.
As I opened the glass door that marked the barrier between this world and the city, my face was hit with instant mugginess. We both walked down the street in silence, Boromir still clasped my hand gently.
Then I realized it, my little mind trick had left me totally and utterly aroused. Dammit! It does no good to be walking down the street and you're hornier than a...well...me.
"Have you even sat down to a meal today?" Boromir asked finally.
"Have you?" I returned.
"With all due respect, lady Cory. I asked you first." He looked at me with scolding eyes.
"No." I answered.
"That will do you no good." He told me, he looked at the names of the shops and boutiques. "Here." He pointed to a diner. "You must eat something. It will make you weak if you do not intake something."
"Gee thanks, mom." I said stubbornly as he escorted me inside, then I remembered my hunger when the scent of burgers flooded my senses, producing an entirely different arousal in me.
"Sit please." Boromir showed me to a booth.
I felt like a child being scolded. But his concern for me was warming. So I let this one go. For now.
"Lady Cory," He began, "I realize that my time with you is limited. I know that I must find a way home, that is clear to me. But what it also clear is that I owe you a great deal of thanks."
"No," I said, "It's really..."
"It is a monumentous task to take in a stranger and spend time teaching me the odd ways of your world." Boromir cut me off, "Forgive me for seeming demanding, or if at all it feels as though I am ungrateful for your service to me. But all of this," He looked around, "It is not my home. I for one do not want you taking me in for as long as you already have. I need to go home. I am lost." He looked at me, "My home is everything to me."
I stirred in my seat, silent. The waitress came over to give me my coffee and Boromir his beer.
I looked outside, admiring the deep blue sky and the rich green to the leaves on trees, trying to think of what to say.
I picked up my cup and took a sip of the creamy liquid, looking at Boromir curiously. After setting it down, I sighed.
"How do you even know you can get back?" I asked quietly.
He ran his fingers through his hair, puffing his cheeks out as he thought. It was going to be a long afternoon.
