Author's Note: Warning! This chapter is M rated.
Destined From the Start
Chapter Forty-eight - New Knowledge - part two
Or
What Happened After Jilly Told Grayson That Annie was Gone for the Rest of the Weekend
April 2288
When Jilly said that Annie would be gone for the rest of the weekend at a simulation, Grayson stopped dead in his tracks, making Jilly turn to see what the matter was. "Annie's not there? Your room is empty? All weekend?"
Jilly's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as what she had just said registered. "Oh! Your mother called right after she left, and I just forgot all about it. Yes, she's at a simulation and won't be home tonight or all day tomorrow or tomorrow night or most of Sunday. Grayson! We have some privacy!"
Not even saying anything else, Grayson took Jilly by the arm and started back towards her dorm, walking fairly fast. She didn't object at all, hurrying along beside him with only one goal in mind. Thus it was that they completely missed the sign warning cadets that the flower beds beside the walkways in the next section were being completely cleaned out and replanted, and were between two large areas of bare, tilled earth when the sprinklers came on unexpectedly. Grayson pulled Jilly closer to him, still hurrying. Unfortunately, the group coming towards them did not react in any predictable way, and there was soon a pile-up of cadets, most of them falling into the bare wet dirt of the flowerbeds.
Grayson helped Jilly to her feet, and back on the walkway. Both of them were now completely covered in mud, even in their hair. The other four cadets looked no better. And the sprinklers were still pelting them. They all hurried away quickly, trying to get away from the cold water. Grayson and Jilly reached her dorm in only a few more minutes, but they were both shivering by then. It might be nice enough to walk about the campus, but as soon as the sun had set it had cooled off considerably.
"I need to go back to my dorm and take a shower and put on dry clothes. I'll be quick." Grayson bent over and gave her a kiss, but she didn't let go of him.
"Come inside."
"Jilly, I really need to get out of these wet clothes. I'm cold."
"Yes, you need a hot shower. Come inside."
Grayson looked down at Jilly's bright eyes and knew exactly what she was offering. He swallowed, instantly aroused. "Jilly, are you sure?"
"Oh, yes. Come inside." She pulled at his arm slightly, and he followed her inside, down the hall to her room. As soon as they were inside, she flipped the privacy switch and ordered the comlink off except for emergency orders. And then she headed straight for the bathroom and switched the light on. Grayson came behind her and dimmed the lights to fifty percent. He sat down on the toilet lid and pulled off his boots, and then knelt down and removed hers. She was shivering more now, still wet.
"Get that wet jacket off. Give it to me to hang up."
"It's going to need cleaning."
"Yes, but it still needs to dry off." He pulled his off and waited, hand outstretched, until she removed hers and handed it to him as well. He went back into the bedroom and hung both jackets up on the stands there, knowing Annie would not be here to use hers. And then he went back into the bathroom, and pulled off his sweater, laying it on the counter beside the sink. While he was removing his trousers, he saw Jilly's sweater land beside his. Her skirt followed as he stepped out of his trousers and laid them on top of the stack of muddy, wet garments. Now they both stood there in their underwear, mud in their hair, shivering.
He reached out and turned her around, undoing the clasp of her bra and sliding the straps off her shoulders. He leaned forward then, and softly kissed the nape of her neck, making her sigh. "Go ahead and get that hot water on. We're both cold."
Still with her back to him, she reached out and laid her bra on the sink, and then wiggled out of her panties and stepped into the shower. He stood there, heart racing, watching her little round bottom, that he had never actually seen before, only felt, until he heard her calling him. Quickly slipping off his briefs and tossing them in the sink, he stepped into the shower and pulled the door shut.
Jilly was standing under the stream of water, trying to wash the mud out of her hair. He reached out and began to separate her curls, allowing the water to wash the mud away. Spying a jar of shampoo on the ledge, he opened it and poured some into his hand. Yes, this was Jilly's, he recognized that scent. He rubbed the shampoo into her wet hair, and she sighed and leaned into his hands. When he had it thoroughly sudsed, he rinsed it all out, and checked to be sure all the mud was gone. "Your hair's clean now."
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him grinning. "Then it must be your turn. Turn around."
He did as she asked, and then bent his head down so that she could reach it more easily. The feel of her hands, rubbing against his scalp, was wonderful. He shut his eyes so that the suds would not get into them, wanting to keep them open to catch glimpses of her. He could feel her wet skin rubbing against him here and there as she worked. When she had rinsed all the suds out of his hair, he straightened up, and would have turned around if her hands had not stopped him. "Just stay right where you are."
Wondering what she had in mind, he stood still, letting the hot water pour over him. He was warmed back up now, the shivering stopped. And then he felt her hands on his back, rubbing shower gel all over. He hadn't really expected that at all. It felt absolutely wonderful. He spread his feet apart slightly, to give him stability, and braced his hands against the wall. Then he just stood there and let her move her hands all over his back, down his buttocks, all down his legs. She was entirely silent the whole time, except for the fact that her breathing grew faster and was accompanied by very soft little noises now and then. His lok was rock hard by the time she reached his ankles. And then she moved back up, coming up the insides of his thighs, and when she got to the top of his legs, her hands slipped forward and cupped his scrotum, one testicle in each hand. She was leaning against his back now, her wet skin all against his, and he was on fire. "Jilly." It came out on a moan.
"Yes, Grayson." Her voice was soft and breathy, and she was trembling against him.
"Ah, ashayam, careful."
"Am I hurting you?"
"No, no, just moving too fast. I'm going to lose it. My controls just aren't that good."
Her hands opened, releasing him, and moved back, then slid up across his buttocks, leaving little trails of highly sensitized skin, until they rested on his hipbones. She was still leaning against him, and he could feel her breasts, soft, against his back, her nipples small hard spots that moved against him as she moved. He was shaking now, so aroused that he hardly knew what to do.
"We need to go slower, don't we? Oh, Grayson when are we ever going to have a chance like this again? It feels so good. I want more." Her arms held him close, and he could feel her trembling against him. Slowly he turned, leaning back against the wall of the shower, and pulled her tight against him, wrapping his arms around her and bending his head down to rest his forehead against hers.
"Slow, but not stop. I want to learn how to please you, ashayam, how to make you feel good. I want it to always be good for you. I don't want to cause you any pain at all. I need to learn what you like, what brings you pleasure. And I need to learn how to control myself, so that I can make myself go slow, and make it last."
He could feel her nodding against him. And then she brushed her lips softly against his. "Okay. That all makes sense. So how do we start?" She turned her face up, looking at him.
"Well, I think we need to get out of the water before we shrivel up, and dry off good. And then there is a bed in the bedroom with our name on it." His voice was husky, full of desire. "And we have lots and lots of time, time enough to begin to learn each other."
Her eyes were luminous now, and a soft smile was on her mouth. She reached out with one hand and waved it under the showerhead, and the water stopped. Carefully, she straightened up away from him, and stepped back, reaching behind her to open the shower door. He got his first look at all of her, and it took his breath away. Her skin was rosy from the hot water, and her nipples were firm and standing out, pink and beautiful. Her ribs tapered down to a small waist, and her hips flared out, framing her slightly curved belly, with a nest of golden red curls between her legs, matching the hair on her head. Before he could recover, she had stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. He followed her out of the shower and took the towel she handed him, and began to dry off, somewhat self-conscious. They had had so few opportunities to remove portions of their clothing before, and when they had, it had been in the dark. He knew how her body felt, but now he was seeing it, and it was so arousing that he had to struggle to maintain his control. His lok twitched and jerked, and he knew that if she touched him now, in the ways she had on a few occasions before, he would lose his tenuous hold completely. So he kept a few steps back from her, and turned slightly to the side, trying to minimize that possibility.
She took her towel and began to vigorously rub on her hair, trying to get it somewhat dry. He laid his own towel down, and reached over to help her, and she dropped her own hands and leaned into him, letting him do all the work. When he thought he had gotten as much water out of it as possible, he hung the towel up and turned, to see her spreading out the clothing they had left on the counter and in the sink. He took the other towel and hung it up as well, and then took the hand she reached out to him and followed her back into the bedroom.
He ordered the lights down to twenty-five percent. This was plenty of light to see each other, and it wouldn't glare in their eyes. She swept the covers down to the foot of the bed, and turned to him, her heartbeat elevated, her breathing irregular. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her between his legs, and held her ribs, looking up at her. And then he begin to caress her breasts, slowly, gently, cupping their soft weight in his palms first, and then drawing fingertips around rosy pink aureolas, watching them crinkle up. He moved his thumbs carefully over her nipples, making them peak up even more, and she gasped softly, pushing her body into his hands. She sighed and moaned as he continued to stroke softly, and when he could resist no longer, he dropped his gaze from her face and began to lave her skin with his tongue and his lips. Now she definitely moaned, and her hands came up and rested on his shoulders, while her body moved, small tremors coursing down her body. He swirled his tongue around one nipple and she jerked and gasped and called his name. "Is that too much?"
"Ah, no, no, it's wonderful. Oh, Grayson, it's so good. But I feel like I'm going to fall down. Every time you do something new it just overpowers me."
He looked at their position and thought for a moment, and then he reached down and took one of her legs and gently brought it up over his, so that she straddled his leg. With his hands on her hips, he slowly lowered her, until she was sitting on his thigh. She moaned then, and her leg muscles tightened, holding her in place. He bent his head and returned to what he had been doing, and she clutched him tightly, and moaned softly, rocking her body against his leg. Occasionally, her leg brushed against his lok, sending waves of sensation through him, enflaming him further. He closed his lips over one nipple, tugging slightly, and flicked the end with the tip of his tongue. She jerked and bowed her body, pressing down against his leg, so wet, keening at him, her hands clutching his shoulders so hard. He moved to the other nipple, repeating his actions, and she jerked again, rocking her body against his leg, gasping, moaning. She was so close, he could tell that, but he was not sure what to do to push her over the edge. He wanted that, wanted it desperately. He was full of sensation from her, and he tried to sense what it was that she wanted, but he only got more and more aroused himself.
Opening his mouth and releasing her nipple, he brushed his lips softly over her breasts, speaking so softly that she could barely hear him. "What do I do, Jilly? What do you need now? Tell me, ashayam."
"More, oh, more. Grayson, please."
"More what? Tell me, Jilly."
"Ah, oh, suck on my nipples again. I can feel that all the way down. And...touch me."
"I am touching you. Where, tell me where." He moved his mouth back to her nipple, and tugged gently, and she moaned loudly, squeezing his leg, rocking against him, and he knew then what she wanted. He released his grasp on her left hip, and moved his right hand down, sliding one finger into those red gold curls, and found the soft wet flesh there. Rubbing softly, he worked his finger down, exploring new territory, not sure exactly what he was touching, but knowing that he was doing what she wanted, and that it was certainly having an effect on her. She was rocking harder against him now, breathing fast, her heart pounding. He tried to synchronize the movements of his tongue and his finger, and found himself touching a small protrusion of flesh. Her response was immediate and ecstatic. Her body jerked hard and he felt wetness both against his hand and his leg, and she cried out, a long loud sound and continued until the muscles spams stopped, and then slowly died away as he held her close and murmured to her. He held her, stroking her back softly, until the tremors died away, and her muscles went all soft and loose. And then he twisted about and lifted her, laying her down on the bed, and stretching out so that he was against her, with one knee between her legs, and his arm over her. His enflamed lok was pressing into her hip. It was all he could do not to rub it against her. All it would take would be a small amount of friction.
He waited then, until she opened her eyes and smiled at him, all soft and dreamy-looking. She lifted her hands, and cupped his face, and looked him right in the eye. "You're doing just fine, Grayson. Everything you did was just wonderful. All of it. You didn't touch too hard, or pinch, or anything."
"I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing." He had to confess. "I just wanted to feel you and see how you reacted. To learn how you respond." His voice was soft, and heavy, and he wanted her to know just how much he meant everything that he said.
"Just keep on that way. I'll let you know if you make a mistake." She was grinning at him now. He took her words for an invitation, and began to shower her with soft kisses. He could feel her hands, running over his body, pressing here and there, stroking softly. It was wonderful. It was glorious. He could feel her skin, so soft, against his everywhere. And he could smell her, smell the difference between what she usually smelled like, and how she smelled now. Her scent now was intoxicating. Every time he drew in a breath, it lit him up inside. He buried his face in the side of her neck, nipping at her skin, and she sighed and wiggled against him. When he raised up slightly and moved to another spot, she managed to get her own face against the side of his neck, and began to move slowly over his skin, kissing and nipping, making little soft sounds of happiness. He growled softly at her, and she clutched at him.
"Grayson, what was that?"
"What?"
"That sound you made."
"I don't know. I didn't realize I made any special sound." He was still nibbling on her, her scent and taste so intoxicating that he could not resist at all.
She bent to his neck again, and gave him a sharp little nip and he growled at her again, louder this time. "That sound!"
"Ah...something Vulcan, I think. I've heard Baba growling at Mama when they thought none of us was within hearing distance. It's good, Jilly, very good."
"Mm, yes, yes it is." And then there were no more words for some time, as they explored each other, learning the other's body, sighing and groaning and moving against one another until they were both panting and gasping, so very close.
Grayson moved down her body, and nuzzled against the nest of red gold curls, and she moaned loudly, but then began to pull at him. He raised his head and looked up her body to see what she wanted. "Turn around, Grayson. Oh, please."
It took him a moment to realize what she meant, and then he was moving, twisting his body about, moving to straddle her body, presenting himself to her. Once more he bent, and nuzzled those red gold curls, and she spread her legs apart, showing her secret flesh to him. He inhaled her wonderful scent, and felt her hands on his lok, soft gentle touches that made him gasp and jerk. One of her fingers found the drops of lubricant oozing out and began to spread it around over the head of his lok, leaving little shocks behind, tormenting him. He carefully used one hand to spread her apart and began to lick and suck, while she bucked beneath him, making louder noises now than she had earlier. And her own mouth closed about him, and began to draw him in. He struggled, trying to retain his control, trying hard to make it last, but he was so aroused, and had been for so long, that it was not something that he could do. All too soon, he knew the end was very near, and he found that small nubbin that he had touched before, and sucked it into his mouth as he had her nipples, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She arched up beneath him, pushing her body against his face, and screamed at him, sucking hard on his lok at the same time, and he felt the hot surge from deep within and began to shudder over her, filled with ecstasy. He could feel everything that she was feeling, and could sense that she was feeling his release as well. They soared high, into the white hot heat, their bond shining bright around them, for an endless time, and then they fell, trembling, back into themselves, shaking and sighing. He laid his face against the side of her thigh, and just held her, while she clung to his buttocks with both hands. When all the tremors had ceased, he carefully rose and turned about, laying down beside her and pulling her up against him. She nestled down onto his shoulder and breathed softly against his neck, draping one arm over his chest and bringing her leg up so that her knee rested over his. A few deep breaths and she was almost asleep.
"Grayson, can you reach the blankets?"
He almost couldn't understand her, she spoke so slowly and softly. But he reached down and felt around, until he could grasp the covers and pull them up, covering the both of them. And then he wound his arms around her and followed her into sleep.
