Warning – This chapter contains explicit smut – if that's not your thing, skip the last half of the fic – if it is your thing, well then, you've come to the right place. I cannot express in words how if this is not your thing to completely skip the last half of the chapter, really – truly – you've been warned. - Sed
As always, I do not own SGU, but I am rather enamored with the idea of a certain Scot on a black stallion, kilted, woad faced, with a claymore, riding into my small village and stealing me away. We all know that those kilts hide, and how easy it is to be naughty while wearing one! ;3 - Sed
Chapter 12 – Night
Ten Minutes ago…
"Are we good?" Chloe asked as she stood up in the separated simulation, Ginn nodding as she appeared.
"I've started moving more people from the main simulation into the false simulation, shuffling them around. Dr. Perry will know I'm doing it and will give us time to shut off your pod. As soon as I know you're out and I feel the chair initialize, I'll open Rush's pod." Chloe nodded as she paced back and forth across the small simulation.
"So all I have to find is the copy of Dr. Rush's upload, and move that to this simulation, and then you'll get Dr. Perry to follow you here?" Chloe asked, feeling her stomach start to churn, or rather, the computer supplied her with the appropriate feeling that her stomach was churning in anticipation.
"Right, that way she can be happy, I'll be free to roam the ship – as long as you get Eli to find the right file hidden in his music files, he shouldn't miss it, trust me – and over time get a new body, and you all can get into the pods, via the method we discussed."
"Will you be able to separate the distinct consciousnesses?" Chloe stopped, wringing her hands together again.
"I will. And if not, you know what to do. I'll make sure Eli knows what to do as soon as you isolate Dr. Perry into the simulation with the backup copy of Rush's consciousness. I have to admit, that was rather clever of him to do, especially since it will allow her to have him in a state that she's familiar with, before his feelings for you developed fully, and you'll have your version in real life once everyone comes out of stasis."
"Ideal all around, as long as we can pull this off properly."
"Just get in the chair, so I will isolate Perry before she knows what's happening. You'll move Rush's backup copy in with her, and full control over their environment, so she'll have him without his feelings for you in the way. Everything else once we have her isolated will be down to luck. But we'll have 13 days left, so we can figure this out. Get in the chair; we'll solve it from there."
"Okay. I'm ready." Chloe nodded once, the disorienting feel of being shoved into a small sieve making her gasp for air. Her lungs struggled to pull down gasping breaths as the door of her pod lifted out of the way, the goose-bumps on her skin forcing her to try and rub her arms as she staggered forward. Ginn had awoken her so fast that everything was trying to jumble back into place as fast as possible. Chloe jerked once, her spine feeling like electricity had just fired through out every single nerve ending in her body as motor skills started to come back active. She was fairly certain that the disorientation was due to going through three different simulations back to consciousness in the span of a few seconds.
Chloe staggered, unable to stop herself from falling in a heap on the floor. She had precious few moments to get herself together and get moving. Once Ginn had moved her out of the simulations, Chloe knew she would be moving Rush to awaken within a few minutes. She had to be fully in the chair before he could stop her. Muscles feeling weak, her hands barely registering in her mind, Chloe focused on her fingers, willing them to curl around the edge of the pod, forcing her legs to right themselves, yoga trained core pulling her torso up as she squared her shoulders.
'I have to move.'
Chloe grunted as she threw every bit of effort possible into righting herself in her own body as fast as possible, her biceps and triceps flexing with the strain of misfiring synapses.
'At least I now know what a computer feels like to be turned off and back on again.'
As her eyes focused enough to allow her to navigate, she was able to pull herself to her feet. Chloe took three unsteady steps as the connections started to make the correct connections, a few more steps and she was off in a run. Mentally counting down, she started at five-hundred, knowing she had six hundred seconds before Ginn would start the normal re-animation sequence on Rush's pod. She had to be in the chair before 500 seconds were over. Another couple of steps, and Chloe took off at a sprint to the chair room, avoiding any corridor that Eli might currently be in. A Kino whizzed by her, stopped, turned mid-air, and focused in on her. So much from stealth, she cursed under her breath.
Chloe grabbed the Kino from the air as Eli's voice sounded over the small devices speakers.
"Chloe?! What the hell are you doing out of the pods?!"
"No time to explain. Rush will be here in ten minutes; don't let him disconnect me no matter what! If this works you'll have your answers in twenty minutes." Chloe was panting as she threw the Kino off down a parallel hallway as she rounded the corner to the chair room. "Okay Ginn, I'm here." Chloe said aloud as the console started to scroll in a series of high speed calculations and commands.
The spotlight from the chair turned on, and Chloe padded over. Her mental count was at 200 seconds remaining as she slid back into the seat, the metal contacts coming in place over her temples.
"CHLOE!" Eli screamed as he reached the chair room just in time to see Chloe's eyes roll back in her head and then close.
Eli skidded over to the panel, watching the flow of data and commands run at an alarming rate. There was no way Chloe was doing all this on her own from the chair.
"Damnit, Dr. Rush you better be waking up, 'cause I need help with freeing this one from the carbonite." Eli folded his arms over his chest, watching the data flow by on the screen. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" Eli yelled into the silent ship as he saw files being moved at an alarming rate, files that should still be in quarantine. "You can't let her out!" He yelled as he started to try and track what was happening.
"Eli, come in." Rush's voice crackled over his radio. Eli grabbed the radio from his pocket, pressing the button.
"Can't talk now." Eli yelled into the radio as he set it down beside him, cursing everything going on.
"Where in the fuck are you?!" Rush's angry reply sounded on the radio, as Eli grabbed the device again, pressing the button.
"Really can't talk now Dr. Rush." He tried to tell Rush.
"Why the fuck is Chloe out of her pod?!" Eli rolled his eyes, pressing the button again, his eyes never leaving the console.
"Chair!" Eli yelled, continuing to scan the logs. Rush burst into the room, dropping his radio as he saw Chloe in the chair, moving to the secondary console, the older man's hands moving as he read over the data scrolling by.
"How long?!" Rush demanded as Eli realized they were locked out of the consoles. "How bloody fucking long?!"
"Ten minutes, maybe! She came out of the pod before you, and I didn't get here until she was already in the damn thing! I didn't even get to talk to her but for some cryptic statement that we'd have answers in twenty minutes, so I have no idea what this is about!" Eli was pressing buttons on his console, hands moving quickly as he tried to figure out what exactly Chloe was doing.
"Well shove a horse cock up me arse!" Rush yelled suddenly, fist pounding into the wall over and over, his swearing dipping further and further into unintelligible ranting with every thump against the wall. "Shite!" He finished, dropping to the floor, head in his hands. His entire reason for exiting his pod early, to help Eli, to keep Chloe safe, crashing down around him and he had no idea what to do next.
"Chill. The fuck. Down." Eli demanded as he watched the data movement happen on the screen. "Count down from six hundred." He added, leaning back from the console, as it finally dawned on him what was going on.
"I will not "chill the fuck down", as you put it. Chloe is in the goddamned chair, and we have no way to get her out do we?!" Rush hit the wall again, as his sense of despair threatened to have him break both his hands on the wall, in sheer frustration.
Eli pointedly ignored Rush for the moment, a stupid grin spreading across his face. "Clever girls.." He said quietly under his breath. "900 terabytes of data being moved into the same simulation as 750 terabytes."
"What the hell are you going on about…" Rush finally gave up on anger, back to the wall as he slid down to the floor.
"You made a back up of yourself when you uploaded into Destiny." Eli stated, raising a brow.
"Well of course I did, in case Young left me on another planet. That way I'd still be in the ship's systems to help the mission still. And if you all did finally find a way to dial back to Earth, I'd still be here continuing on like I wanted too."
"Well. Your file was much larger than Dr. Perry and Ginn's files. Dr. Perry's was about 750 terabytes, and Ginn's was close to 400 terabytes. I figured it had to do with length of life and knowledge. Look at the logs, a 900 terabyte file, a 750 terabyte file, and a smaller ten gigabyte file just got moved into what appears to be your inescapable simulation." Rush got up, scrolling back in the logs and checking the data himself.
"I'll be damned." Rush breathed.
"And the both of you should be amazed at what Chloe and I just accomplished." Ginn grinned as she materialized in the room with the both of them.
"Ginn.." Eli breathed happily as he made his way to his feet. "I knew you had to be helping Chloe."
"I am. She'll tell you were to find me once she comes back out of the chair. She's working on the pod now, I can feel her doing it. Originally we were just trying to move Dr. Perry into the closed simulation with Dr. Rush's backup copy, since she intended to let her jealousy get the better of her." Ginn turned and raised a brow at Dr. Rush, a knowing smile sliding across her face. "Why didn't you tell me that your housewives show was not meant for men?" Ginn commented as she smiled back to Eli.
"Now I'm positive it's her." Eli muttered as Rush cracked a small smile, his mind going over the smile Ginn had gave him, trying to figure out what the girl was thinking.
"So Chloe's going to be fine, and we four will be awake to figure out the pod with less than a week before we run out of time?" Rush folded his arms across his chest.
"Ideally, yes. If we cannot fix the pod, then well, we have a contingency plan." Ginn explained. "Chloe and I have a theory that the pod couldn't be fixed, because Dr. Perry wanted you to upload again into Destiny, so she could have you all to herself, that her jealousy over a certain person was the breaking point for her. So the solution was simple. Isolate her into a closed simulation, upload your back-up copy there, and give them full power over their closed simulation. We even made sure that while they wouldn't have access to any of the main systems on Destiny that they'd have access to a copy of all data we've collected so far. As long as I'm still free in the main core of Destiny's databanks, I will continue to move the latest data to them at least once a week, and before I download into another body, if… I do, that I'll set up a program to do that for us, so we never have to think about it again."
Rush stiffened, his face unreadable at the moment. He had thought some of the time spent with Chloe had been a dream. If what Ginn was telling them was true, then… "Ginn. How much time has passed since we entered the pods?"
"Around 36 hours." Rush bristled. He had witnessed Chloe breaking up with Scott, being shot, falling in love with Chloe. Rush's Adam's-apple bobbed up and down a few times before he found his words again.
"Ginn, I think there's a lot you need to explain to us." Rush's tone was hesitant as he lowered himself onto one of the benches surrounding the room.
"I imagine you're going to have a lot of questions." Ginn started, the hologram moving to one of the benches behind the chair and sitting down there, Eli joined her in a moment, his grin never leaving his face.
"That's an understatement lass." Rush fell back into the brogue that became more prominent when he was concentrating, or when he was incredibly angry.
"I was trying to be polite." Ginn pointed out as she started filling the both of them in on what had happened.
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Rush sighed as he monitored Chloe's vitals, checking her every fifteen minutes or so. Eli and Ginn had gone off to who knew where to talk. The two had been separated for long enough, and Rush was certain they had sweet nothings they needed to whisper to one another right now. In the mean time, he would keep an eye on Chloe, as close an eye as needed, to make sure she would exit the chair when needed. That and to make sure he was there when she woke up. They had lived what had seemed to be weeks, maybe closer to a month in a simulation that had taken place in real time a little under thirty-six hours.
All this, and the only thing Rush could think about was Chloe waking up, possibly not remembering what had happened to them at all. Something he couldn't deal with if that was the case. Over the past several hours Rush had come to the decision that if Chloe didn't remember their time together in the simulation, that he would make sure Eli and Chloe were the ones to re-enter the pods, and he would remain out.
A visual check of Chloe told him that she was fine still, before his eyes turned back to the console in front of him. So many layers upon layers of manipulation, the real simulations, the false ones seeming to make more sense now that he knew he was awake, awake for real this time. Rubbing the side of his face, Rush continued to power down different portions of the ship, leaving just a few vital areas on while they worked the puzzle set before them. He had to figure out the pod, even if Chloe didn't remember. If she only remembered bits and pieces, then it could be recaptured. Their moment, their time – he was certain that their story wasn't over yet, that they still had something that would grow into what they had experienced in the simulation. And that small fraction of hope was what was keeping him going right now. That small seed in his brain that what they had experienced, what had grown between them in a mere thirty-six hours was real, could be regained.
Chloe stirred as the chair released her, a sigh passing her lips as Rush quickly made his way to her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as her eyes rolled open, mentally cursing himself for the timid question, when all he could think was how much he wanted to gather her into his arms, carry her away and taste every inch of her body for several hours. He held his breath as she smiled lazily, her hands caressing the sides of his face as she leaned forward into him.
"Oh… Nicholas." Chloe breathed happily as the grin that erupted on his face threatened to knock her senseless once again. She closed her eyes again as she melted into him, his arms wrapping tight about her, his lips finding hers immediately. His tongue traced along her lower lip, followed by his teeth worrying the sensitive skin, demanding entry. Her hands finally fisting into his hair, her lips parting only to feel the smooth slip of his tongue against hers, fighting for dominance of their kiss, Chloe knew it was a battle she would lose over and over to him. A battle that she would always willingly lose to him for as long as he'd have her, longer still if time was on their side. Rush groaned, the deliciously male sound rumbling in his chest as she slid forward from the chair to his lap, legs wrapped around him, their need to be close, to be touched all consuming. He broke the kiss suddenly, pressing his forehead to hers as he fought to breathe.
"You remember," he whispered, the fear behind the statement too much. Chloe felt tears start to slide down her cheeks, her breath hitching in her chest as she felt the panic setting in, the panic he must have felt seeing her in the chair after everything.
"You're whole." She whispered back, tears sliding down her cheeks unchecked now. Rush lifted his head, sable eyes searching her face, features softening as he cupped the sides of her face, thumbs tracing the tear paths from her skin.
"Chloe, I.." Rush trailed off, the words caught in his throat, unable to put into existence something that he couldn't possibly take back once said. Chloe sniffed, her lips pulling back into a smile as she continued to cry, unable to stop herself.
"Me too." She gave him, unable and unwilling to say the words just yet, but it was enough. They both knew and that was all that mattered. Whatever they couldn't voice to one another could wait. Putting those words to voice would feel like defeat right now, a tearful good-bye while waiting to see which one of them would die for the other. They both would, feelings running much too deep, too much a part of their being now to live without the other. Chloe finally let out a laugh, still crying, as she pressed a hand to her mouth, sucking down another gasping breath. "We have work we need to do."
"It can wait." Rush stated, the assurance in her tone giving her the security she needed right then. "It will wait, because right now, this," he motioned a hand between them. "This is more important than any mission, any work, any discovery could possibly be." Helping her to her feet, Rush took her hand, pulling her along aside him as he took her back to his room. "There is something far more important to the both of us right now, and I will not have it taken from us."
Chloe followed willingly as Rush led her along the corridors to a part of the ship he still had the power to, looking at her profile now and again, a look of disbelief on his face at times; clear adoration at others. "And how did I know?" She asked good naturedly as they arrived in the corridor where his room was, Rush reaching out to palm the door control, the doors sliding open. Chloe felt her heart rate beat a staccato chorus as the heat that pooled in her abdomen grew into a fire. Rush waited there with her, any sign of nerves hidden behind the curtain of hair that obscured his profile from her.
"If we do this Chloe, my statement stands. I am very possessive, once we go in there, I won't let you go." Chloe watched as his Adam's-apple bobbed, before his ocher eyes met hers; lines in his face etching into her memory as she reached to move his shaggy hair out of his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek.
"Then don't." She whispered, barely able to give the words voice as he backed into the room, pulling her along with him. As soon as they had crossed the doors, his fist crashed into the door release, the metal plates sliding closed right behind her. The familiar ratchet sound of the locking mechanism fell beneath the rush of blood through her head, her hands still in his as she backed against the wall the closed doors made, the corner of her mouth twitching into a nervous smile. "Ever," she commanded as his hands ghosted over her bare arms.
"I don't plan on ever letting you slip away, Peach."
"Good." Chloe moaned as Rush pressed to her, his hand in her hair gently moving her until his lips could find flesh, languid open mouthed kisses feathering across her jugular, her mind supplying the muscle names to her, the stemocleidomastoid muscle, the trapezius muscle. She pushed the anatomy book playing through her head out of her mind as she felt his tongue touch the small spot behind her ear lobe, his breath steady in her ear as his teeth nipped the same lobe. Lips everywhere but where she so desperately wanted them, his hands gently turning her head aside once again any time she would move to try and kiss him back.
Deft fingers massaged the back of her neck as his kisses moved lower, his tongue darting out to follow the hallow of her throat, along her clavicles; tracing the edges of her top, right to the lower most vee. Chloe's chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. She had half expected him to lead her straight to the bed and strip them both naked in no time – it had been that way with most men she had been with in her life time. The feeling of clothing still between them felt naughty, the fabric rough against her nipples, between her legs. Clothing was becoming a restriction, a nuisance, and it needed to be gone from between them.
Chloe moved to try and hurry him along, the liquid heat lapping at her core driving her to try and take control. She was rewarded with his throaty growl as he caught both her hands in his free one, and held them both against the door above her head. He would not be swayed from taking his time it would seem. Rush began the slow path back up her chest, her neck to her other ear, nipping the lobe once again.
"Tell me what you want Peach." Rush ordered, the bass of his voice rumbling in her brain. She felt heat color her cheeks, the blush spreading lower to her chest. Her lips parted, tongue darting forward to wet them.
"I want you to kiss me." She sounded meek, unused to being told to do anything during the act of sex. She thought she had been open-minded in the past, unabashedly accepting of one of the most carnal pleasures afforded to humans; Chloe realized now that she was more modest than she ever thought.
"I didn't quite catch that Peach. You want me to kiss you, I think you said?" Again the resonating growl of his lower register making her squirm in his grasp, her attention rapt.
"Yes." She answered more forcefully, squeezing her thighs together, rocking her hips side to side, searching for some relief from the pressure building in her.
"Louder, Peach." His hand left her hair, moving so that his thumb traced the underside of her lip, the calloused digit tickling the super sensitive skin, the nerves sending jolts of electricity down her spine.
"Kiss me!" Chloe nearly yelled at him, the sky blue of her eyes darkening in desire, pupils blown wide, chasing the lighter shade of blue nearly to the edge of her irises. Rush chuckled as his lips met hers, Chloe's legs nearly giving out from under her as his tongue immediately found a mate in hers. Rush let go of her hands as he slid an arm to the small of her back, holding her steady as deft muscle mimicked the thrusts of her hips against his thigh.
Chloe's arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding to him as if she was drowning and he was her last life line, Rush's hand sliding down to the back of her knee, pulling her leg up over his hip, the rigid length of him pressed hard to her core. Eyes closed, she let the feeling of friction against her push her over the precipice, her cry muffled by his kiss. Chloe trembled in his arms as the waves of pleasure soon turned into the building need once again, Rush's hips and tongue still stoking the fire.
Rush felt the damp soak through the denim of his jeans, making his cock twitch against the rough fabric. It would be oh so easy to forget about her pleasure and just lose himself into the mindless submission of riding her to his own release. Instead, he looped his arm under her other leg, his lips never leaving hers as he walked them to the bed.
Easily he lowered her to the covers, hearing her soft cry as he left her mouth, his hands sliding under her lavender top, freeing her breasts from the confines of the flimsy shirt. Rush barely touched her sides, fingers so light against her skin that the only feeling she had was the tickle of the super fine hairs being ruffled along her sides. Chloe gasped louder as he did the same to the skin along the bottom of her breasts before his fingers closed over her nipples, tugging them ever so slightly before releasing the skin.
Rush's hand trailed down her sides again, thumbs sliding under the waist band of her yoga pants, sliding across the skin, before he returned to her breasts. He watched her writhe on the bed, his eyes flitting from her mouth as he learned her body. As with any unknown, research and experimentation were the best methods to produce consistent results, and Rush had always been a fast learner. His head dropped to her chest, his tongue laving over a nipple as his fingers twisted the other gently, eyes never leaving her face. The pleased sound that rose from him vibrated against her skin as her hands touched his shoulders, trying to pull his shirts free.
Chloe leaned up, only allowing him to remove her top fully once she had pulled the offending fabric free from him, the smooth slide of skin to skin contact making her bite her lower lip to keep herself from coming undone once again. The effort was wasted the moment she felt the muscles in his back flex under her hands, his head returning to her chest, lips closed over her breast once again; teeth barely scoring over flesh as he marked her as his.
Rush continued his slow assault of her senses as she rode out the shaking of her legs against his sides, his thumbs once again finding the skin along her abdomen as he yanked both the pants and panties free from her hips, tossing them aside as he kissed a trail along the edge of the downy curls between her thighs. Sliding to his knees on the floor, Chloe felt as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, her back side hanging free of the bed as he moved both of her legs to his shoulders. Kissed peppered the skin of the side of her knee, further still along her inner thigh his breaths hot against her skin. He turned his head and repeated the same trail along her other leg, his nose just touching the apex before he paused.
"Tell me what you want, Peach." Rush's fingers splayed across her inner thighs as he moved so that he could blow small puffs of cool air along her lips, never touching her directly. Chloe whimpered as the blush returned to her cheeks.
"Please…" she begged mindlessly, needing to feel him touch her finally, to feel his tongue press to the tight bundle of nerves that was threatening to have her shaking in orgasm once again.
"Please, what, Peach?"
"Touch me." Chloe whimpered again, as his fingers started to tap the skin of her inner thighs once again.
"Touch you where, Peach?" Chloe's hands covered her face, her cheeks burning with false humiliation. She knew exactly what she wanted, and he was toying with her. If it had been anyone else doing this to her, if the two orgasms that had already rocked her body hadn't already happened, she would have smacked him soundly and stomped off to let her anger seethe. As it was, this was Rush who was making her body feel like every touch sent ripples of electricity up her spine, coils of liquid heat tighten in her belly, and her mind go blissfully blank at every kiss.
"I promise you, if you don't start putting a finger inside me," Chloe gasped as she felt his hand move, his middle finger buried past his knuckle, curling deliciously over and over.
"Like this, Peach?" He asked, a pleased grin sliding across his features.
"God, yes!" She cried as he pressed his ring finger into her silken folds as well, both fingers curling up until he felt the edge of her pubic bone, pressing against the bone over and over shooting traces of pleasure all the way through her. Chloe leaned up again, watching him as he worked both fingers in her over and over.
"What else Peach?" Rush asked, blowing another puff of cool air against the knot of nerves between her swollen lips. Chloe took a deep breath, realizing that if she was ever to feel his lips and tongue between her thighs, she was going to have to explicitly tell him what to do. The game was becoming easier to play, less sadistic as the realization that she had total control over him setting into her mind finally. A smile formed on her face, as she gazed down at him through her lashes, her teeth biting her lower lip for a moment as she gathered her courage.
"I want you to lick, suck and any other verbs you can think of in that dirty mind of yours, my clit until I come so hard I soak your beard. And once you're done with that, you're going to stop teasing me finally, get rid of those jeans, climb up on this bed with me and sink your cock so deep inside of me that you can't think of anything else but how tight and wet I am, and how badly you want to come. But you can't, not until you pound into me so hard that I come again, only then can you find your release."
Rush took a staggering breath as he gazed up at her, his nostrils flaring at the idea that the tables could be turned on him so completely, so quickly. Chloe grinned then, her tongue touching the edge of her upper lip, a mischievous light in her eyes.
"Why Doctor Rush, I've never quite seen you at such a loss for words." Chloe hoped that she looked completely innocent as the blush returned to her cheeks, nervous that she had just put a damper on their recreational time.
"Oh, Miss Armstrong, it will be a pleasure to ravage you." He murmured as his hand moved from her inner thigh, digits spreading her open as his tongue circled her, lapping at the small nerve bundle, before his lips closed around the swollen skin, tongue pressed hard to her center. Rush's fingers curled inside her sheath again, eyes back on her face.
Red-faced, eyes rolled back, mouth open in silent moan; Chloe gripped the covers until her knuckles were white with effort, her back arching off the bed as she fought not to jump willingly off the edge once again, her first experience with someone who was actually skilled heightening her excitement. She struggled to breathe in again, to voice her pleasure, but she found no voice as the air rushed out of her once again. Rush chuckled as her hips rocked off the bed, his lips closing around that sensitive nub, suckling the nerve bundle while he flicked his tongue rapidly against her.
"What are you doing?!" She finally cried at him, a sharp moment of pressure nearing pain radiating from her center, before his mouth released her, fingers pressing up into her once again and curling tight against her pubis. A languid kiss to her thigh, followed by an appreciative growl rippled through her. "Keep doing that, whatever it is, keep doing that!"
"So you like that, Peach? Would you like more?" Rush pulled his fingers from her, the sudden empty feeling making her cry out as he pulled back some. Chloe tried to pull air down as fast as she could, right on the edge of another orgasm, but unable to find completion while he teased. Rush rocked back on his heels, his middle and ring fingers disappearing between his lips as he sucked her taste from them. Chloe took a few more gasping breaths as she watched him, her arms and legs trembling from being left so close.
"Please, Nicholas, whatever that just was, I want you to keep doing that." She finally managed to get out, as he reached up and took her hand, drawing her index finger to his mouth. She watched as his lips pulled back in over his teeth, biting down on them and her finger at the same time, the next she knew suction was applied to the tip of her finger as his tongue flickered across the pad of her finger in rapid tempo. Realization dawned on her and showed on her face as he let her hand go. "But," she searched for words, especially since biting usually didn't feel so pleasurable.
"Poor Scottish lad from Glasgow, with a too big nose and not really a sight to look upon." He explained as he pressed another kiss to her thigh. "Had to have other skills in my youth to catch a lass..." Chloe gasped as his lips returned to her center, the slight moment of pain returning until she felt the last bit of coherent thought leave her, the wave that had been building finally crashing down. Sweaty, spent, and feeling like she would be swollen for days to come, Chloe watched as he stood, his hands finally moving to his belt, pulling the restricting leather aside before dropping it to the floor.
Rush bent over her, capturing her lips again, another rumble of pleasure sounding from his chest as she fought to take dominance of the kiss, her tongue seeking entry to his mouth before he had time to coax hers open for him. Chloe was vaguely aware of him fumbling to remove his boots, his socks, and the denim of his jeans still scratching across her thighs as she tried to pull him closer with her legs. "I believe it's just about my turn, Peach." He whispered to her as he stood back up, releasing the button on his jeans. Chloe watched his face as he kicked the jeans off and finally rejoined her on the bed, his lithe arms easily sliding her closer to the middle of the bed as she felt the blunt head of his cock press to her, his hips fitting to hers as he moved, coating the silky skin that glided along her lips. "Last chance to run away, Peach."
He rose up on one elbow, hair falling down around his face as she stared back up at him. Chloe's eyes narrowed just a moment, before she purposely reached down between them, watching his face as his eyes fluttered closed as her hand fisted around him. Applying pressure to her grip, she pumped her arm three times as she moved her hips, guiding his head to her, legs wrapping around his hips as she forcefully pulled him forward.
They both gasped at the same time, her because of the incredible feeling of him sinking to the hilt inside her, him from how tight she felt around him, gripping him already. Rush swallowed hard as he moved to his hands, feet bracing on the trunk at the end of the bed as he pulled back, before slowly sinking back down into her velvet folds. "Jesus suffering fuck…" He breathed as he returned to his elbows, his forehead resting against hers as he stayed still a moment, his cock twitching from the effort not to just grab her legs and pound himself into oblivion in her. He had been completely serious in warning her, now that he had tasted her, had felt how her body responded to him – he wasn't letting her go, and the immensity of that decision weighed down on him a hundred fold.
It had been far, far too long since he had been with a woman with as much regularity as had been here lately, but his ship complied body in the simulation with Mandy had been easier to use, untiring, limitless energy. Fighting now to keep control of himself, especially when he didn't see it fit to have a quick wank unless absolutely necessary, Rush was struggling not to just give over to his baser instincts.
Chloe leaned up some, yoga trained body able to contort in ways that would have been uncomfortable for others, until her skin was flush to his, hips to shoulders her arms reaching up to pull him down into her. She slid one hand up his neck into his hair, feeling the struggle, the flex of his muscles, her other hand looping over his shoulder, nails digging into flesh causing him to buck into her once more, nearly lifting her hips from the bed. "Claim me…" she whispered against his ear, feeling the struggle of his muscle fade quickly as he moved his hips again, popping them forward quickly. Chloe inhaled as he hit the same area near the bones of her hips, the jolt making her clamp down harder around him. "Claim me…" She whispered again as she wrapped her legs up over his hips again.
Rush growled loudly, almost snarling at her as he returned to his hands, pumping into her several times before slowing again. He would not lose himself in her yet, he would make sure to follow her instructions explicitly, especially since she had played his game back against him so eloquently, even if her word choice had shocked him momentarily. He continued the pattern, rapid, hard thrusts followed by gentle, deep movements, alternating at his whim, keeping her guessing, keeping her from finding her pleasure too quickly. He would enjoy this extra moment they had been afforded to the fullest, especially facing the unknown they would the next few days.
Chloe's nails dug into his skin again, feeling much like the skin was being flayed from his back, bucking each time his nerves fired up his spine, the pain registering as pleasure. "Oh leannan." He groaned as he sunk down into her arms, his lips finding hers as he kept his weight on his forearms. His fingers slid through her hair, water against his calloused digits. Chloe smiled as she felt his forehead press to hers again, his breath ghosting across her face; hot against the sheen of sweat that covered them both.
Chloe watched him behind hooded eyes, watching the lines around his eyes deepen as he closed his eyes in concentration, taken by surprise as he gathered her in his arms and rolled them over, her legs straddling him as his hands gripped her sides. She found her knees, rising up from his chest, her forearm catching her hair to toss it over her shoulder from where it had hung in her face.
Rush's forearms were burning with effort, unable to hold his weight off her any longer, but still more than strong enough to pull her down hard every time she rose up from her knees. He watched as her hands curled like cats paws against his stomach, her nails catching his skin as she flexed her fingers across his abs, and then curl back into fists over and over. His face contorted into a look of pain as her muscles clamped down around him, her body finally shaking with pleasure once again. Fingers digging into her hips harder, Rush slammed into her several times before he placed his thumb over her clit, rubbing the swollen skin there quickly, yelling out as she came almost immediately again. Once, twice, three more times he pulled her down against him, before he found his own release, spilling himself deep inside her, his body on fire, long unused muscles screaming in protest.
Chloe felt boneless, every limb of her body feeling much too heavy to control as she rose and fell against him several more times as Rush shuddered beneath her. She continued her slow movements until he slid, limp, from her. Smiling almost drunkenly, she fell to his side, curling up to him as his arms wrapped around her. She pressed her head into the crook of his neck, muttering sleepy nothings to him as she felt him move to his side, his leg sliding between hers, one arm offering her a place to lay her head, the other curling around her waist.
Rush kissed along her bare shoulder, the salty taste of their mixed sweat clinging to her skin, his lips curling into an easy smile at her words, whispering his own promises and sweet to her as she fell asleep in his arms. Exhausted himself, Rush pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, before he tucked her head under his chin and fell asleep to the smell of her hair, a few strands tickling his nose as sleep finally pulled him into dreams.
A/N – Well dearies, there we are. The smut. Surprisingly this chapter was penned to the quite white noise of my ceiling fan, and a snoring German shepherd curled up by my feet. My gift after having to wait 11 chapters for this moment, this chapter was mostly smut. Thanks again to CharlotteAshmore for beta-ing this drivel for me every week; and to my reviewers, The lovely Guest, Anawey, and badkidoh – Thank you all for keeping me on my toes and keeping me true to the Universe. Let me know what you liked, what you hated, and more importantly, what you think of Rush in a kilt. Hmm… kilts. I should on time with next week's installment, despite having an overnight-out of state meeting to attend.
Translation: leannan – literally lover, term of endearment in Scottish Gaelic (which might have been lifted from somewhere, some awesome fic that's a SGU/OUAT Crossover Fic that might be called Another Chance…. Possibly…maybe…. I love you Charlotte!)
