Chapter 10: Magic word
Damn humans and their many fingers!
Javik growled and writhed under her hold, but nothing he did could make her release her tight hold on his wrists. Sure he could lift her from him, but she had nearly twice as many fingers as he had and it seemed like she also had twice the amount of strength in them.
No matter how he twisted and pulled, created friction between them, she never released even for a second.
"Let go." He said hard and rolled them over, pushing up to rest on his hands, but she still held him and smirked. His patience was running thin…
Javik lifted his lower body, but within a blink of an eye she had wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled him down against her, locking her ankles tightly together. Now he couldn't even roll over if he wanted to!
His back began to protest from the angle, so he lowered himself and growled in her face.
"Let. Go." He warned, but she just reached up and licked him quickly with the tip of her tongue. He hated when she did that… It had more than one effect on him.
"Say the magic word." She purred and he nearly broke his back in trying to push up from her.
"I am Prothean! We do not…!" he started, but as she pressed just right with her thumb on his wrist all strength left his arms and he collapsed down on her, coming merely inches away from her lips. She kept the pressure, making sure he couldn't move at all, and then assaulted his lips.
Javik knew he had lost. He lost the moment she gained a hold on both his wrists, but of course he was too stubborn to admit it, and had to fight, even if it was a lost cause.
He felt her kiss affect him, so he lifted his head and turned it away from her, growling, but she knew he was breaking, knew she was getting close on making him say it. Sheila licked a path up the rippled skin on his throat and down again, sucking and nibbling, teasing him the best she could. His resolve was weakening, just a little more…
"Please…" he said, voice full of defeat.
Sheila released him fully, allowing him to rise above her, breath slightly ragged.
"Was that really so hard?" she asked with a smirk and Javik narrowed his eyes. Maybe it hadn't been hard to say, but he was going to punish her for using such dirty tricks on him.
Feeling strength return in his hands, he quickly grabbed her wrists and pressed her to the floor.
"My turn…" he growled, Sheila already knowing what was to come, and Javik was never satisfied with once…