Of Tea and Music
Chapter 21: Self Defense - part two
He stopped her in the corridor, outside the mess hall. "Bring your running shoes today."
"And if I don't have any?" Well, burn a hole in me with those eyes, why don't you? She swallowed. "I think I probably have some."
He nodded briefly, walked on down the hall.
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She used the dumbbells again while he watched, made minute adjustments. He gave her a new exercise, one which tested other muscles.
Then she tried futilely to catch his hand between hers again.
After that he led her to a treadmill, waited while she tied her shoes, set the controls over her objections. "But I haven't run that fast, that long, in quite some time."
"You used to run. I have seen the records."
"Yes, but.. You don't understand." She slid her eyes around to see who was close. "My ..center of balance...has changed. It throws everything off."
He looked at her, his face blank. His eyes shifted slightly, he gave a tiny nod. His hand reached out, adjusted the controls.
She breathed a sigh of relief and began, first walking, then walking swiftly, then jogging, then running. She was definitely going to need a better sports bra.
He mounted the treadmill beside her and began to run, as well, so fast. It was incredible.
She finished the program he had set and stepped off the treadmill. He was still running. She hesitated a moment, watching. So graceful, so strong. She sighed and headed for the showers.
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She was not the least bit surprised when he entered her quarters, still damp from his shower. She lay on her bed, waiting, skin gleaming in the soft light. He knelt on the bed beside her, warm hands massaging her back, her arms, her legs. She relaxed, muscles soothed, all warm from his hands on her body.
He stretched himself down beside her, all hot skin, so close. His breath was hot against the back of her neck. His hand ghosted across her buttocks, soft, warm, sending goosebumps everywhere. It dipped down, between her legs, finding her soft center, caressing. She moaned. His lips caressed her neck, softly, sending thrills of delight through her. His fingers stroked, so softly, so gently, She rolled her bottom, spread her thighs just a bit more, opening herself to him. He bit the back of her neck as his fingers found the nub of nerves. She arched her back, moaning louder, trembling. His other hand was under her now, lifting her hips up, pushing her knees apart. He was behind her, heat searing her skin, filling her, stretching her, moving within her, heat rushing all about. He growled into her neck, biting more firmly, thrusting harder, fingers stroking. She could feel him, all about, within, without, ecstasy rushing to enfold them both in white-hot fire. As she convulsed beneath him, calling his name, she could feel him, going rigid around her, growling deep and low, her name sighing from his lips.