Hey all! It is a new chapter of Pins and Needles! Before I launch off into the extravagance of erotic Bastas and…Dustfingers (?) I would like to say that I was reading over all the reviews y'all left me. I was filled with such a warm bubbly feeling! I want to thank each and every one of you who reviewed. No comment goes unnoticed. SO in this chapter, things start picking up. MUAHAHAHA! Enjoy ;)
FYI: Seexxxxx
Meggie paced absent mindedly around the ranch. Kitten was out in the forest training a colt, and the girls were with Caity's father. With a sigh she sat on a fence rail, and let the chickadees' song soothe her. She heard the crunching of boots on dry grass. With a quick glance up she saw Dustfinger.
"Hi" she cooed, a smile threatening to steal over her lips.
"Hello. What are you up to?" He stood in front of her, their faces almost level- Meggie was slightly taller perched on the rail.
"Nothing" she replied, tempted to up and open her legs right there.
"Hmm. You look conspicuous to me" he said with a wink. She grinned. The two stood in the sunshine for a long while, before Meggie couldn't take it anymore. She lurched forwards and kissed him, smack on the lips. He gasped, and blinked at her. She did it again, rougher this time. He liked it. With a moan he kissed her back, sliding his tongue all around her's. He was a MUCH better kisser then Farid. He had…experience. Meggie mumbled and moaned as Dustfinger touched all over her as they kissed. She kept her hands around his chest, then she felt something rough and warm on her legs. She looked down and saw Dustfinger's hands on her thighs. "Ok?" He asked for permission.
"Yeah." She smiled, her sex feelings stirring.
"Good" he winked. His hands traveled to the inside of her dress, right smack between her legs. She bit her lip and moaned.
"Yes" she whimpered, closing her eyes as Dustfinger's hand worked underneath her. She jumped a little as they found their way inside. It felt amazing. No other words for it- Meggie moaned and murmured under her breath as Dustfinger pleased her. Then after a while it was too gentle, not assertive enough. She slid off the fence and into Dustfinger's arms. They kissed again, passionately, craving each other. "I want more" she breathed. She tugged his hand and they approached the barn. They stumbled inside, and collapsed in a pile of hay. It was dark inside, Meggie couldn't see a thing. But she felt Dustfinger. His mouth, now trailing along her chest. There was something about Dustfinger, the way he kissed and touched, that felt knowledgeable. Like he actually knew what he was doing. Farid had no clue, he had just done what made him feel turned on. But with Dustfinger… She shrieked as she felt something hard on her leg. "Sorry" she whispered, knowing that would have embarrassed the man. He mumbled something and continued kissing her mouth. Oh how lovely he felt. "Take me" she said, lifting her dress.
"Meggie, I dunno…"
"Please, I beg of you, take me now."
The clatter of hooves, traveling fast, alerted the couple.
"Not now" whispered Dustfinger. They got to their feet, not wanting to look disgraceful, and opened the barn door. The two gasped in unison. Kitten had brought someone back with her. He looked dead, he was flung over the horse's back, and blood streamed out of his mouth in a thick red line. Dark brown hair hung in his face, but Meggie didn't need to see; she already knew that behind the veil was a pair of beautiful green blue eyes, rimmed thickly in natural eyeliner and mascara. Basta.
"Take my horse!" cried Kitten, dragging Basta off the roan's back. She fell backwards; the man was too heavy for her. Dustfinger tentatively took one of Basta's wrists and ankles and flung him over his shoulder. Meggie held the colt's reins and led him in after Kitten and Dustfinger.
"Where should we bring him" asked Dustfinger through grit teeth.
"The house" said Kitten, her hands shaking. Meggie quickly untacked the roan, put him in the stall, tossed him some grain, and ran to the house. She barged through the front door, and saw Basta lying on the kitchen table, his shirt discarded on the floor.
"Is he ok?" asked Meggie, tentatively approaching the crowd around the man's body. She wasn't surprised when no one answered her.
"The bleeding stopped on its own. Strange…" Kitten traced her fingers over Basta's eyelids. For some reason Meggie was tempted to slap them away- she refrained.
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"Come on Meggie, follow my voice."
"Ok." She tip toed out of bed, and followed the sound of his voice… He was standing in the kitchen, leaned against the table. He cocked his head. She came up against him, licking her lips. She watched as he tilted his head back, exposing his jugular. She pretended to bite it, then grabbed between his legs.
"Whoa, girl." He said, keeping his hands on the counter. She nipped his chin. He laughed. "I wanted to talk to you."
"I want to kiss you."
"That's great, kiddo, but right now we have something to discuss."
"I don't want to discuss." She reached for his lips, but he tilted his head away.
"This is important, it's about your safety-" kiss. "Ok, then." Kiss. Grab. Kiss. He didn't touch her back, but didn't fight her away either. He let her kiss and grope all she wanted. She was disappointed to find that he wasn't stiff.
"Why?" She whined, pushing out her bottom lip.
"Because, I don't love you." He shrugged. She shoved him back against the counter. His hip bones stuck out when he stretched that way. Hot. She started to undo his belt. "If you don't do as I say, we're both done for." Zipper. "You need to cut this out." Yank. "If you don't smarten up-" grope. "Stop this, Meggie."
"Meggie's what's wrong?" She awoke in a sweat. Dustfinger's darkened profile was looking at her.
"Dreams" she muttered. She felt so dirty.
"What happened?" Instantly his voice was grave. She took a sigh.
"I keep molesting Basta."
Pause.
"What?"
"I can't resist. In my sleep I grope and touch, I'm like an animal! It's horrible." She felt tears sting her eyes.
"Do you feel this way towards Basta when you're awake?"
"Well, I think he's attractive, but I don't feel the desire to touch him."
"Then you're good." He stroked the side of her head.
"Really?"
"Yeah. What harm can a dream do?"
