[WARNING: Lemon zest makes everything taste better.]
Chapter Eighteen: Once A Lover, Always A Lover
It was late when Lincoln arrived at Lynn's apartment. She'd never left the area, so the drive wasn't too far, though she'd moved to the next city over outside of Royal Oaks. She hadn't had to move far, mostly due to the extensive community of the wealthy in Royal Oaks, meaning they'd funded sports teams and built stadiums, and Lynn was of course an active participant in all of these events. She was also the current State Lightweight Champion for female boxing, three years running. She did compete on a national level, however it was Lincoln's understanding that this was much more difficult, understandably, and just like Lola she'd run into her fair share of real competition.
The apartment was pretty nice, considering she made decent money as a professional athlete, so he wasn't surprised when he found the amenities to be quite the package. He'd only known she lived here because of Pop Pop, before he'd left he'd had the tact to ask for her address. That meant that he was going to take her completely by surprise, and a good thing, too, because they hadn't seen each other in years. He wasn't sure what to expect. In fact, he was downright nervous. He took off his hat as he entered the lobby of the apartment building, asking for directions to her room. They had a strict policy with visitors, but as soon as he'd provided ID to prove he was her brother, they let him pass.
He was shaking with excitement, or maybe worry, as he approached her door. Not only had he not seen her in years, they didn't really correspond much, for all he knew she could've had kids or something crazy like that by now.
Lincoln swallowed at the lump in his throat as his hand raised to the knocker. He gave it a couple taps. Maybe she wasn't even home, anyway?
After a couple seconds, he heard movement inside.
Footsteps trailed up to the door, and when they reached it, they stopped. For a moment, there was a pause, and he twiddled his thumbs, holding his hat, looking at his feet... But for Lynn, as she spied through the peep hole, that hair was unmistakable.
The door flew open much quicker than he expected, and the wind came right out of him as he was tackled to the floor, flabbergasted, until when he was finally wrestled onto his back, he looked up.
On top of him was his sister, wearing not much more than some sporty shorts and a sports bra, and she was grinning down at him with the happiest smile she could muster. He glanced her over. Her muscles were toned, of course, giving sleek definition to her athletic body, her hips and stomach were tight and strong and curved, like they had been cut from pure ivory, and her arms, holding him down by his shoulders, looked like she'd be more than ready to rip a car door off. At least, for a woman, she wasn't exactly bulging. In fact, she was the right kind of ripped, for a moment, in the compromising position, he ended up blushing slightly. That only made her beam wider. Of course she remembered that face he could make.
"Lincoln!" she shouted, and leaned down over him, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately as she cuddled her brother, reunited after so long. He placed a hand on her back and pulled her into a hug.
"Good to see you, Lynn, now could you let me up?" he questioned, and she made a small 'o' with her mouth and obliged him. They stood in the hallway, her door ajar, their eyes dancing and smiles blazing as they felt old memories bubble up from under the surface. It wasn't long before she ushered him inside.
"What the heck are you doing here?" she asked, with mock anger in her voice.
"I haven't heard from you in ages!" It was like she was scolding him, yet not actually upset with him. Of course, she was pleasantly surprised, and her younger brother had of course turned out quite grown, though she wondered about the sleepy eyes he now wore. Those had never really been a thing in the past. She hoped he was getting enough rest, she knew how much he needed his eight hours every night. He barely functioned well without it.
"I'm in town for work, actually, the company wanted me to drop into my home town because they got a call asking for me to show up in person for an interview because of the success of my comic," he said, and she floated through the kitchen with that same grace she'd always held, preparing some coffee for him, mostly out of worry. Generally, he hated coffee, but when she made it for him, he'd always accepted it, because she made the best mocha he'd ever had, and that was really the only kind he could stand drinking. She knew exactly how he liked it, so it wasn't long before a cup was before him.
She thought he'd needed the caffeine.
"So I take it things have been good for you, then?" Lynn asked, and he nodded.
"Could say the same for you, too," he said, "and Lucy's doing great. Hasn't needed a hospital visit in months." He'd added the second part because he knew she'd ask, but how he knew to be so specific, he figured, had to do with forces beyond his current comprehension. It had been happening a lot recently.
"Oh. I was gunna ask," Lynn admitted, and shrugged, "Good to hear she's doing all right... I mean, heck, if I had to deal with freak accidents like that one I don't think I'd be able to compete in anything."
Lincoln's eyes traversed the room, and he noted several trophies in a case, she'd had a great go of it all these years. Most of them were gold, but there was an occasional second or third place stuck among all the shining yellow.
"Pop Pop says hi, by the way," Lincoln threw in, and she nodded. She saw him most holidays and infrequently when he needed her help with something, after all she was probably the strongest in the family, physically.
Lynn moved to sit by him on the couch, and leaned back against the arm rest, placing her feet over his lap. Luckily she was clean today, probably hadn't needed to train or perhaps had already showered before dark. He still didn't know why she refused to take showers during the night time.
"I can't believe it's really you, showing up like this... I ought to knock your lights out for not calling me more," Lynn said, and Lincoln chuckled. Once Lynn, always Lynn. He placed a hand on her knee.
"You know how busy I am... Plus... Well, I'm dealing with all of Lucy's shenanigans too, remember? And you know I've got to answer Leni's calls frequently when she has her questions, and Lana still calls asking for advice with girls, and Luna calls when she's drunk, an-" she cut him off with a light knee to his side.
"I get the point!" she croaked, and he laughed. But he really was genuinely sorry that he didn't have time for the only other sister he was as close with as Lucy. He could argue they were closer, considering their history together, but since they'd dropped out of contact, he had to strip a few points off the closeness meter.
"I guess it's more my fault too, it's not like I make much effort to give you a call... It's hard, you know, balancing a full schedule like mine. I don't even have time for other people, really, you know... And ugh, am I sore all the time! Especially my feet." She flexed her toes near him, and he watched her face as she stretched her arms and sighed.
"I take it you've been doing the usual, then? Has literally nothing changed?" he asked jovially and she shook her head.
"Nope, same old same old," she said, and his face brightened with a smile. He liked that about Lynn, always reliable like that, predictable, and loyal to everything she loved. Idly, his hands moved, and they started to rub her feet, mostly out of old habit, subconsciously massaging her sore muscles. It was nostalgic for them both, surely, but after a moment, Lynn looked up at him.
"What are you doing?" she asked, and glanced to her toes, and he looked over, and frowned.
"Oh, I was just..." He took his hands away, and she made a noise of displeasure.
"I didn't say stop," she said, prompting him to continue. For a moment, there was an awkward silence as they both remembered shared memories, and it was Lynn who finally broke that ice.
"Y-You're not thinking about it too, are you?" she asked, and when he looked over, she was blushing.
"How could I not?" he questioned, and she gave him an embarrassed look.
"Man... How dumb were we?" she asked rhetorically, and they shared an awkward chuckle. He had forgotten that this would probably happen; they were both remembering the first time they'd actually made love.
It had gone just as Lynn had planned it. He'd gathered flower petals, candles, and incense, a kind she liked as opposed to the usual ones Lucy favored, and he'd put together a real romantic night for her, back when they were so young they had little to no experience with such things. It was the only time they'd done that sort of a thing, and Lynn had always told him how much she'd enjoyed it. To her, she said, it was particularly the romance, not necessarily the sex, as she had been a virgin, but she'd sworn up and down that after that, she knew what she wanted when it came to another.
"Linc, are you still single?" she questioned, and he nodded, now he was blushing. Why ask that?
"Okay, good," she said, "I didn't want this to be even more awkward than it had to... I mean what would your girlfriend think about that?" She pointed to his hands, which had started rubbing up her legs, massaging her calves, not staying stationary on her feet like he'd expected them to.
"Darn it!" he cried, and she laughed at him good, but her hand befell his.
"Linc, it's okay. I'm single too, you know... Actually, I've only ever been with one other person, and it was short-lived, so we never even went all the way. Haha, crazy, right?" He nodded to her.
"I would've thought you'd have all the buff boys," he stated, and she shrugged.
"Not really my type." Her words had his mind covering the possibilities. Were they really so far gone from their youth if the sexual tension had begun building just a few minutes after he'd arrived? He made a mental note to fight against that, it was a bit unbecoming.
"So, then? Been with anyone since your best night ever?" So full of herself, Lincoln noted, a typical thing with Lynn. It was part of what made her so appealing, her confidence was such that he could only assume she drove most people away with it. But to him, it only pulled him in. His hands worked her stiff muscled legs, and after a moment of silence, and a hiss as he hit the right spot, he sighed.
"Not really... I mean... Here or there, sure, I lived with this girl for awhile after the Army... She was great in bed, but her libido was next to nothing, so I think I ended up frustrating her with all my advances," he said, remembering. Lynn sat up, and took his hand in hers.
"Who'd you like better?" she asked, being a real jerk about it. He wasn't supposed to be here for this sort of thing, he had come to visit his sister. But the look in her eyes was full of mischief and she expected a serious answer.
"Y..." he started, and she waited on him, before he looked away and mumbled. She grabbed the top of his head and turned his face back toward her.
"Wellllll? Say it so I can hear, dummy," she commanded, and he frowned.
"You were," he said in a defeated tone, and she laughed heavily, falling back to the couch.
"Knew it. Guess you're lucky, you're still the only person who knows how awesome I am. At least, in that way." He considered how often she'd needed attention before, he was sure she had messed around with plenty of people, so he was surprised to hear that he'd still been the only one to actually take her. For him it was a bit different, he guessed, Luna's rule was still true: for men it was always the same, really, in his experience. There wasn't much that had been different between her, Ronnie Anne, and his exes, save for one critical detail. The need for romance in a relationship for it to go from simple sex to amazing, well... That was where it lie. And the most romantic night he'd had was with her, so far.
"That feels good," she said, and he cursed himself for the fact that his hands had moved up her leg to her thigh, so he moved them back down.
"Heyyyy!" she complained, and he stuck his tongue at her.
"Don't stick that out unless you're going to use it!" she challenged, and it shot back into his mouth.
"I didn't come here for that," he said, and she sat up again, pulling her legs away, bringing them to her side as she leaned onto his shoulder. Her hand moved to his chest, and ran up his shirt, to his neck, where she turned her face toward him.
"I wouldn't mind if you did," she said, wearing a small, cute smile. He smiled back, only briefly.
"I'd never do that to you. You're not some booty call, Lynn." He stood up, and went to her window. It was a nice view, he looked over the city. It was a lot like Royal Oaks, though with many taller buildings than the other city held.
"I didn't mean it like that," Lynn tried, curling her feet up under her chin. What was she supposed to feel about this? He'd randomly shown up out of the blue, she figured maybe he'd needed something, but... Well, she guessed he'd just wanted to see her. It warmed her heart slightly that her brother might be so thoughtful.
"I'm sorry, Linc, I didn't want to upset you, did I touch a nerve or something?" He shook his head as he looked back to her. He was just a more thoughtful person now, in general, he had already come to the conclusion that their old affections would come screaming back, but he'd failed to foresee that she hadn't changed much in that area, figured maybe she'd have more self control now. No, that wasn't the case...
"Lynn, it's fine, I'm not upset. Just... I came here to visit you. I'd like to at least visit," he said, and then chuckled, and she saw his smile beam over at her from the window. Again, she smiled back.
"Okay."
He moved back to the couch, and decided he would continue to give her a nice massage to help her sore muscles out. He had been used to it, and it was one of the things they'd bonded over plenty of times in the past. Lynn had really forgotten how much she enjoyed having him around. She didn't realize how much better she'd feel after her shoulders had been rubbed. It was a shame she didn't live with him anymore... When he'd been in the military, she'd stayed with him for awhile in California while she went to a college out there on a sports scholarship in order to take a specific course that wasn't offered in Michigan. She hadn't liked it much out there, so after she was finished, she came back.
They talked about the minor events that had transpired between that time and now, Lincoln talked about his comic, Lynn talked about her sports, about how she'd snatched victory from the jaws of defeat several times, about how much she'd missed having him by her side.
As his hands moved down her back, rubbing at her muscles, when he reached the small of her back, he noticed a small sigh slip from her lips, one that said he'd pressed a button that there likely wasn't any turning back from. His hands moved back up slightly, and he stopped as he looked between them. She had a tattoo he hadn't noticed, on the small of her back, that was definiteiy new.
"Do you like it?" she asked, figuring he'd seen it. It was a falcon, spreading it's wings across, clutching a hockey stick in it's claws as it soared forth. He smiled, it was definitely her.
"Yeah. Reminds me of Horus," he said, and she looked over her shoulder at him, puzzled.
"Who?"
"Nevermind." He finally pressed his thumbs into the small of her back, rolling along her muscles, and wasn't surprised at all that he'd shut her up that easily. It was one of the places she liked being rubbed the most. Sure enough, as he worked, pushing into her muscles, she was silent, and he could tell she was trying to remain that way. He rolled the ball of his thumbs against her and up, and she let out a shaky sigh. Part of him enjoyed messing with her like that, but it wasn't long before he'd felt he'd worked out her tension enough to move on. He had been about to go for the muscles at her hips, but before his hands could get there, she stiffened, then suddenly pushed him away and stood.
"Sorry! I forgot I've got to do my running today!" she said, blushing as she retreated to the treadmill in the corner. His eyebrow arched. It wasn't like her to forget something like that. Lincoln was content to watch as she ran, though, she always looked the part as she slowly increased the speed until she was sprinting fairly quickly. He kept her occupied by telling stories of his time on base in California and of Lucy's antics and some of the conversations he'd had with Lily, while she, out of breath, continued to sprint. By the time she finished, she was sweaty and panting, a look he'd seen her wear many, many times before.
"You still got it," he said, as she breezed past him to fetch water from the kitchen.
"Yeah, well... I could never give it up." As she tipped her head back, slowly gulping down water, Lincoln rose up on the couch to place his arms on the back rest, looking over at her.
"Maybe I'll stay the night tonight?" he thought out loud, and she nearly choked on her beverage, setting the cup down.
"I mean, you can if you want to," Lynn said, though her mind reeled, her blush luckily not evident over the flush of physical exertion. Lincoln smiled to her, and nodded once.
"I just won't renew my hotel tonight. My suitcase hasn't left the car anyway," he said, and Lynn's stiff demeanor caught his eye.
"Something wrong?" he questioned, and she tried to look away, but it didn't last long before her eyes drifted back to her brother. The way his shoulders squared on the couch where he was leaning... She'd been trying to control herself, to run it off, but now, she was afraid that it wasn't going to happen. It never did. She never could control her urges long, it was why she touched herself frequently, probably too frequently, and even contributed to why she never had gone all the way with other boys besides Lincoln. She just dove into it so fast that the foreplay usually did her and her partner in.
"Well, make yourself at home," she said quickly, and slipped from the kitchen to her hallway.
"I need to shower now," she said, he figured it was because she had been running, but he also found it very strange that she'd both ran and was now about to shower at night. The sky had already darkened, the sun had set, so why this sudden breach of character? She hadn't even been all that bad earlier, he was sure that it wouldn't be too terrible for her to just let it dry...
He consulted his phone while she took care of her business, three texts.
All from Lily?
"LINCOLN!" read the first one, that was it.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in town? Pop Pop told Mom and Dad and you'd better give us an explanation!" read the second.
"Yep, Mom's mad, you'd better fix it."
He heaved a sigh and set about replying to her, telling her he'd meant for it to be a surprise. When he was done texting, he put his phone back in his pocket. He could hear the shower now, but it was oddly a bit loud, and then he realized he hadn't heard a door close. His head turned, Lynn had left the door cracked.
He swallowed hard.
From the bathroom he could hear the sounds of her bathing, the running water, and a thump as she dropped a bar of soap. His mind could only wander to what she might look like, all wet and soapy, and he bit his lip.
"Lynn, you clever devil," he muttered to himself, and removed his jacket as he stood, he was a bit too warm now. He left it and his hat on the couch, and slowly, quietly, approached the bathroom door.
As he peeked around the corner, his eyes went wide, because Lynn was right there, bent over as she lathered her leg, the curtain not even drawn as she exposed herself, probably purposefully, to him. He swallowed again, and there was a stirring inside of him.
She looked over her shoulder, catching his gaze immediately as she gave him one of her reserved smiles, the ones only ever meant to turn someone on. It worked.
The beautiful twenty-six year old athlete had curves like a goddess. From the lines of her strong calves to the tight slopes of her hips, Lincoln was captivated. He spent more time focused on her lines than he did the soft lips poking out from between her legs... But those got some attention to.
"Care to join me?" she said softly, her voice obviously effected by arousal, and Lincoln stood his ground.
"L-Lynn, I..." He faltered, and she made a show of it.
"Fine, stay there then," she purred, and arched her back as she came up, turned around. The most obvious change from when they were children was her breasts, they were now a comfortable B-cup, round and full, her sports bra had betrayed her true size. Lincoln was practically drooling by the time she ran that bar of soap over her breasts, creating a scene that made the softness of her flesh quite evident.
"You're bad for me," Lincoln said as he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. She grinned knowingly, and put one leg on the edge of the tub, running the soap between her legs, letting the water run through her long hair as she tilted her head back.
"Don't I know it," she said, using one of his usual lines back on him.
"This was just supposed to be a visit, you know," he said, and now it was her turn to bite her lip.
"How could I let you show up and not bang your brains out? Do you know how often I've thought of that night?" Her breath was coming a bit faster than normal after she'd touched her core, and he grinned at her.
"Lincoln, you're so mean... I know you were pushing my buttons earlier, I'm not dumb! But... But I wanted you to..." He knew it, she was definitely falling for old habits, same as he had.
"Your hands were so close... They could've just touched me," she said, and leaned against the wall, grabbing her ass with one hand and spreading herself for his view. This was too much for Lincoln, and he started to take off his shirt.
"I swear you'll be the death of me, Lynn," he said, his own voice starting to become breathy. How could she be so calm about this, anyway? What if he had decided this isn't what he wanted? She knew he never would, he guessed, but still. How would she be acting then? Apologetic? Lynn was growing impatient and started to take matters into her own hands, slipping a finger along her slit, ever so quiet noises coming from her as she rubbed herself slowly.
"Come here," she purred, "I'll help..." Lincoln stepped closer to the shower, ignoring the light spray that splashed from her body and onto his pants as she reached for his belt, undoing it. She pushed everything down to his feet, and with hungry eyes, as she stood bent, his package just before her face, she looked up at him. He watched her curiously, wondering why she hadn't come back up. She held his gaze still as she started to inch forward.
Was she really? Lynn had never done this to him before, he'd always thought it was something she didn't like the thought of. But she indeed pressed her lips to his half-hard member, kissing his tip, and he twitched ever so slightly under her soft embrace. Her mouth made a wet noise as she opened it and extended her tongue, leaning in to press it to his base, and then ran it all the way up the underside, where she licked her lips.
"L-Lynn," he said in surprise, and she smirked up at him.
"I know..." She had meant to surprise him, to give him something they had never enjoyed as teenagers, and she pressed her lips to his member again, this time taking him inside her mouth. His hips slid forward slightly to meet her as she wasted no time in taking him in, he was surprised that she was actually quite skilled. Part of him was sure she hadn't had much experience. She slowly leaned forward, causing water to ricochet off of her back, light pinpricks of heat landing on his legs. As she lowered over him, she still looked up, held his gaze, even as she took him all the way in, sucking on him firmly, before she closed her eyes and pushed her nose up against his abdomen. He groaned, it was amazing, she wiggled her tongue back and forth across his sack and he could only clench a fist in her hair.
When she pulled back, with a gasp of breath, she smiled coyly and started to stroke him, now lubricated as he was by her saliva.
"Luna taught me that," she said, as if he'd been about to ask, and she repeated the motion. Starting with his tip, she slid all the way down, her thin cheeks pushing against him as she suckled him on the way out.
"There we go," she said, apparently not intending to finish what she'd started as she tugged him by the shaft toward the shower. He stepped in, letting himself adjust to the water as he moved inside, then finally he was able to pull her body close to his. His stiffness pushed up against her leg, and one of her hands came out to play with it.
"I needed this," she said, sighing softly against his neck.
"Best surprise ever..." She bit his collarbone lightly, and he sighed softly for the gesture, settling against her.
"It's been forever for me, too, you know," Lincoln said, and she smirked as she grabbed the shower curtain and closed it.
"Then this will be even more amazing for you."
With that she moved, and leaned up against the wall like she had before, and stuck her rosy cheeks out at him, shaking her bum, tantalizing him as she worked her powerful hips, calling to him to mount her. He wanted to, but he wasn't so sure right away, but he stepped up to her, and she slowly pressed back up against him, letting his length slide between her ass. She clenched her muscles, which held him snugly, and he groaned. He had not expected that, athletic or not. For a moment she rubbed him up and down, before she released him, and reached back, pushing his cock down and gripping it with her thighs. As she wiggled him between her strong legs, he could only scoot closer, pushing up against her now as she did her deed.
She rolled her ass in a circle, swirling the slick skin of her legs all along his package. He groaned and grasped one of her round cheeks, just letting her do the work.
"Good technique, right?" she asked, and took his silence as an affirmative. Her fingers dropped deftly between her legs and she rubbed at his tip, all while gyrating her butt for him, letting him watch it move as she pleased him.
"It's okay, Linc... Your big sis will help you," she purred to him, her choice of words only serving to arouse him more. He wasn't sure why he liked it when she mentioned their relation, any other time he probably would've thought it a turn off, but the way she said it, it just... Reminded him of how close they were. And how close they were. And how close he was getting.
He stopped her with a hand, and forcefully pushed his hips up against hers, sliding his length all the way between her thighs. He pushed her up against the wall, her back arching as her breasts pressed to the cold tile. He bit at the back of her neck, and she moaned.
"You going to tease me like this all night, or do you want me inside you?" he asked, and her heart thumped with anticipation. She arched her ass up more at him, and sighed softly.
"Use any hole you want," she moaned softly at him, and he faltered again. Damn, that was hot... She was going to let him pick, and everything? He grinned, and, more to be mean than anything, pushed his thumb up against her back entrance, prodding her butt.
"B-Be gentle there, though," she said, and he grinned.
"I-I've never let a guy pound my ass before," she admitted, and he chuckled. Oh, poor Lynn...
"Then I won't change that," he said, rubbing it still as he shifted his length up against her folds. She moaned cutely for him.
"W-What if I wa- what if I want you to?" she said, trying not to give up on speech as he teased her.
"I have a better idea." He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, then wrapped one arm around her waist. With his larger body now evident since he'd aged, he picked her up with an arm around her waist, and he lifted her, readjusting until both of his hands were on her ass and he could push her up against the cold of the tile. Her arms wrapped about his shoulders, and her legs parted to either side of his body. Her toes curled as he slid up against her folds, his powerful member seemed quite a bit larger than what she'd remembered, all things considered.
He finally kissed her, and Lynn's heart fluttered again. That was the brother she'd remembered. His affection poured into it, too, and he found her entrance with a careful shift of his hips, her own arching to meet him as he pressed against her. She had to break the kiss when his tip slipped inside, and she flexed instinctively, contorting Lincoln's face as she hugged him tight enough it surprised him.
"Wow, Lynn," he said, and she blushed at him.
"What? The squats aren't for nothing..." She smirked devilishly at him as she bucked her hips forward, taking in a couple of his inches and clenching them, unclenching, it felt almost like she were trying to milk him. He groaned.
"Holy shit..." How had she managed to take his dominance away right when he'd been about to claim it? Her hands slid lower, to his waist, and she pulled him against her, though it took a couple of tries before he finally fit, filling her to the brim as she took him all the way into her canal of love. The resulting gasp from both of them was cut off by her moan as her walls tightened about him. She had definitely not been getting her fill, he could tell by the way she clenched reactively, how tight she fit about him.
"Poor thing," he said softly, and she hit his shoulder with the flat of her palm.
"Shut up... I-it's hard for me to... To do this with anyone but you." He felt practically the same way... Having such loving relationships with his sisters, including the three he'd been with in some capacity, well... Other women didn't cut the cake when it came to making him feel special, like he mattered. She kissed him again, and they rested against the wall, Lynn's toes curling and uncurling with the tiny shifts of his full length inside of her.
"Ready?" Lincoln asked as he broke that kiss, the water pouring over them both, tingling various places that were growing ever more sensitive in response to their actions.
"As ever," she said, voice husky, and when he drew out of her, she gasped slowly, he was torturing her, one full pump all the way back inside and she was already straining her muscles in her feet. He repeated the motion, with each thrust gaining momentum, until he switched directions about every second or so. He knew Lynn appreciated being worked up, so he set his pace at this languid rate, letting the feel of her pulsating walls wrap around him.
Never before had he gotten this chance, to be with a woman who's muscles were strong enough to almost hold him still unless he'd tried to really have a go of it. But when his tip entered her, and pushed into her perfect spot, this is what happened, and with the amount of effort he was exerting, he couldn't move. Her head dipped back in a cry of pleasure, before it fell forward and she bit harshly at his shoulder, her nails scraping the skin of his back. His hands clenched in reaction on her ass, only furthering Lynn's pleasure, and she rolled her hips involuntarily against him.
"Right there," she oozed into his ear, letting him know he'd found his angle of attack. He cocked back, and surged forward with a bit more speed now, and rode her up against the wall as one hand slammed into it loudly, bracing herself slightly as he began to work into her.
They were both ignorant now of the feeling of water on their flesh, overwhelmed by their other senses. Her fingers dug into him again, leaving red marks on his skin as she dragged them over his shoulders, coming to rest next to his neck, thumbs rubbing the nape as he began to pump her. She mewled in uncontrolled ecstasy, his hips rolled against her, teaching her the lesson she so greatly had wanted to learn. This was nothing like their first time, this was passion, he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was evident when he squeezed her rump, and began to pull her hips into his with each thrust of his spear.
She couldn't help it but curl her legs around his waist. She repeated his name in her noises of pleasure a few times, but Lincoln was concentrating, he pressed himself ever closer inside of her, his nose finding the underside of her ear as he kissed her neck. He rammed himself deep within her, suddenly, and the resulting long, low moan was his reward, it lasted for a few seconds before she fell close to him. She hadn't quite finished, but she was so very close after that.
"Oh, I forgot how wonderful this was," Lynn panted, her hands rubbing his back slowly as he took a pause. She decided to use her own position, pulling herself over him with her legs as he took a brief rest, shifting his length at a different angle as it plunged within her.
"Mmmn... Lincoln, you're so pent up," she commented, and he nodded, unable to really say much as she treated him to the use of her muscles. All he had to do was hold her up, she could do the rest, twirling her hips to slide him in and out of her tight, warm depths. When his strength returned to him, and her gyrations egged him on, he grasped her hips tightly and began to drill her into the wall, uncaring at the loudness of the thumping this created as she moaned for him, her body matching his rhythm, her strong hips pushing back against him just as much as he slid against her.
Her wet body at this point was pressed to his chest, she clung to him, she surrounded him, and even through the water, he could smell her female scents, even through the noise of the shower he heard her call his name.
"Ahhh, ahh!" she pleaded for release, "Mmmnnnn, so good." Her voice was quiet, barely capable of forming words as she took everything he gave her, her muscles contracting around him as she neared her peak.
"So close, Lincoln!" she cried, and he bit at her ear, the secret spot he knew that would push her toward that ledge. Sure enough, after just a few seconds of his teeth torturing that sensitive flesh, she broke, and cried out as her body stiffened against the cold wall, stretching as much as it could as he pinned her there, her legs squeezed him tightly and forced him to ram deep inside her, and her contractions caused him to burst, unable to pull free of his lover as his fluids poured hot into her willing womb.
For a moment, he wasn't able to do much more than rest against her and by proxy the wall, and she kept him pulled tightly to her, her cheek nuzzling up against his neck over and over, whispering sweet nothings he couldn't make out over the water as she reveled in this feeling so long forgotten.
"Don't worry," she eventually said, moving him slightly so they could gaze into each others eyes.
"I've got a pill," she mentioned, and the relief of that statement washed over him. That was one less worry he had. She didn't want to let him retreat, she wanted to stay full, so she held him against her tightly, at least until his erection died off, and he finally let her down, her legs finding the shower floor.
"I'm glad you're here, Lincoln," she admitted to him and kissed him, old habits, it seemed, truly died hard. Since they were already in the shower, although it had started to run cold with the lack of hot water at that setting anymore, a quick adjustment to a higher temperature and they were capable of cleaning off, now that they weren't generating their own heat.
"I love this feeling," Lynn said as she soaped his back, and he grew curious.
"What feeling?" Lincoln asked, and she smiled at him.
"Of you dripping out of me," she stated, and he blushed. That was... well, a bit naughty, but it interested him to know.
"Sorry," he apologized, but she shook her head.
"I just said I love it," she returned, and one of her hands found her own slit, gently collecting some of his fluids as they slowly poured from her. She brought her fingers to her mouth, and lapped them clean, smiling at him.
"And tasty, too... Look at you, stud boy." The rest of the shower was a back-and-forth teasing match of groping, fondling, and joking. He really had missed her.
Now that their escapade was out of the way, it wasn't hard for them to fall into her bed together, and pull each other close, warming their bodies in the winter night with one anothers soft skin.
"Lily wants me to visit, Mom will be mad if I don't," he told her, and she snickered at him.
"Well duh... She hates it when I go even a week without seeing her, since I'm so close. She's a mother bird and her nest is empty, what can you expect?" Lincoln had to admit there was a certain appeal with visiting Lily, he'd not seen her in forever, and besides, he'd planned to see her on this trip anyway. He'd go tomorrow. He found out Lynn wouldn't be able to join him, though, she had a practice with the team. He supposed that didn't bother him much and wouldn't bother his family, they got to see her and Lori pretty frequently, though he assumed it was never really at the same time unless the family got together for holidays.
The couple cradled each other long into the night, talking nonsense. Lincoln wasn't sure who fell asleep first, but he knew when he awoke, and she was gone, that it had been some of the best sleep he'd had in years. She really did care for him.
[Author's Note: I will be updating this fic a bit less frequently as I begin to do some one shots I've had ideas for. If you're a Steven Universe fan, and you haven't seen them yet, check out The Mirror, The Reflector, and Malachan't in my stories. The first two are a Lovecraft/Edgar Allen Poe take on Lapis' mirror respectively, and the third is a one-shot featuring Lapis and Jasper. I'm about to conclude this story's main arc and begin the Lily Loud material, should be just a few more chapters before stuff starts getting really interesting, so stay tuned!]