A/N: I warn y'all now, there is a very distinct, strong lemon flavour to this chapter. So those easily offended by such things, best to leave this chapter be because this fic is finally earning the M rating it has.
~ Heaven or Hell ~
Aerrow had never seen Cyclonis so stunned. Not even when her Storm Engine was literally collapsing around had she looked so surprised. Those beautiful amethyst eyes of her were wide. Her lips were parted, swollen from their violent kisses and smudged with blood from his bitten lip.
Perched like she was, her weight delicious against his groin, and her hair haloing around her face and that expression she wore; she was divine. An angel, a dark angel, that had no mind for his soul and would let him burn in Hell for kicks. But damn, if he didn't want to get burned, just a little bit.
His body was already on fire, his body aching at Cyclonis's cruel ministrations. She redefined the word cocktease. The fire of his arousal was already eating away at him, destroying his current state of mind. He might as well embrace the burn. It wasn't going anywhere. Especially if Cyclonis decided not to play nice.
But if she wasn't going to play nice, then neither was he. Taking advantage of Cyclonis's state of shock, he twisted his hips in a manoeuvre that toppled the crystal witch off him with a yelp and carried her underneath him. Now she was trapped beneath him.
~ Role Reversial ~
There was always thing that Cyclonis had always hated and counted on in a Storm Hawk, and that was their ability to surprise her. Having Aerrow under lock and key hadn't changed that little detail. And despite the numerous times that that she had been surprised, she was still rattled. So shellshocked in fact, that she didn't realize that she had lost her dominant position until she felt her back hit the floor, and Aerrow's heavy, masculine weight was resting on her.
Bright green eyes met hers, leaving her heart to flutter in her ribcage and her breath to catch in her throat. Aerrow's words echoed in her head like a chorus.
She could count on one hand the number of people that had claimed they wanted to "make love" to her (a trite and inconsequential phrase if she had ever heard one); all of them had wanted something.
But the look in Aerrow's eyes as he leaned down, his lips brushing cautiously against hers. There was liquid heat in her belly, and a disconnected feeling with her body, and it was different than what she had ever experienced.
Aerrow, with his delicate and sweet kisses, was in control, not her. His hands roamed on their own accord along her waist, and weren't guided by her to where she wanted to be touched. His weight was above her, dominant and possessive and she let him be.
She could feel Aerrow's erection brushing against her, but he took his time, the little kisses growing deeper. This wasn't the hurried rush to the end that she preferred.
It was intimidating letting this thing, whatever was, just carry on as it willed instead of dictating where it was going. So when Aerrow broke away from her, she was just a little bit raw.
~ There Is No Try~
God, she's beautiful, Aerrow couldn't help but think. Her amethyst eyes were catching the glow of the crystal light, making them seem to carry incandescence in them. She was panting, her breasts heaving against his chest. Breasts that would probably fit perfectly in the curve of his palm if he cupped them. Her hair, dark like a raven's wing was fanned beneath her head, and her arms were still spread above her head from when he had initially reversed their positions. It was the most dishevelled he had ever seen her, and, damn, it was sexiest thing he had ever seen. It made him wonder what she would look like after sex; her skin damp from sweat, smelling of sex and her body boneless underneath him after orgasm.
"Can I?" He asked. The question terrified him. He had never wanted anything so bad like he did right now. He was really at the point of no return. If she said no, well... he hoped she had the mercy to kill him.
"Can you what?" she asked, her voice of clean of sarcasm, venom, and all her typical acidic disdain. It was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.
"Make love to you?" He almost stumbled over the words. He honestly had never felt more like an idiot than he did right now. This was so painfully awkward. And he didn't know what he was going to do if she said no. The way she looked at him, like he was some crystal she was studying, made him believe that was the answer, too.
But, instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him close so she could whisper in his ear.
"I don't know if you can or can't, Sky Knight, but you certainly may."
~ New Ground ~
If words were to have tastes, then Cyclonis's permission was honey on his tongue. Every fibre of him was begging for release already, just to tear away their clothes and ravish her like he had dreamed of for so many nights. But that would be fucking her, and he wanted to give her more than that. He had promised as much.
The kissing was more heated, her tongue sliding against his, hot and wet. The entanglement of their tongues had them both groaning, and the sound that Cyclonis emitted when he bit down gently on her lip was intoxicating.
He let his lips wander; his tongue tracing intricate designs on her neck. Her body arched into his when he found a sensitive spot. His teeth dragging at the junction of her shoulder and neck, and his tongue swirled in tight circles. Her fingers knotted themselves in his hair, almost to the point of pain but the delicate precipice was arousing.
His hips were grinding against hers against his will, his cock rubbing against the heat of her. She was moaning into his ear, her legs wrapping around his waist to be closer. The layers of clothes between them were quickly becoming aggravating, but he could still feel the heat of her sex against his organ. He wasn't sure but he imagined that if he was to let his fingers travel that they would feel the dampness of her arousal.
He resisted, instead, pulling Cyclonis and himself into a sitting position. His muscles complained, but the pleasure was worth it. At this new angle he decided to acquaint himself with the breasts he had been admiring earlier, his mouth sucking hard on one bosom despite the fabric in the way.
The little gasp she gave that carried just a hint of his name was all the encouragement he needed.
~ South ~
This was probably the only time that Cyclonis was really glad something had gone something south. Suggestive pun completely intended.
The Sky Knight's mouth was at her breast, dampening the fabric of her shirt, and his hand was pressed into the arch of her back. Her spine was molded into a sharp c-curve at the delicious pleasure Aerrow was giving her. His tongue swirled around her nipple, rubbing the cotton of her shirt against her hardened teat. Her hips rocked against Aerrow's, and she was slick with desire. She could feel his cock rubbing against her, carrying the fire in her core to higher temperatures. She wanted her clothes off. She wanted the texture of his tongue on her skin.
She moaned, "undress me" and didn't care how it came out almost pleading. Between the pair of them they were able to free her from her jumpsuit, and her skin was bare to the world. Aerrow's mouth was as wonderful as she thought it was going to be. As his suckled, his slick tongue swirling around her hardned nipple, his teeth catching, and the roughness of his palms on her skin, she could feel her inner walls aching. They were contracting, looking for relief from the pressure building.
"Aerrow," she moaned, tightening her legs around his waist, rocking harder against him, her insides begging to be filled. It was unfair that he was still dressed. She wanted him inside her.
"Aerrow, don't make me wait anymore," she commanded, tugging at his shirt.
He answered by untangling himself from her, setting her on the ground gently and shucking off his clothes.
~ Kaleidoscope ~
He knelt in front of her, and she opened herself to him. Both of them were breathing heavily, and the place where their skin touched was ice-hot. She could feel Aerrow's tip at her slick entrance, and it made her keen in a very unempress-like way. Like everything else, Aerrow took his damn time. He inched his way in almost painfully slow until he was fully inside her. She was panting and biting back a scream of pleasure when he finally slid home.
Aerrow went back to kissing her, tongues sliding against each other as Aerrow slid in and out of her at a measured pace. Her hips rocked against his, trying to reach that golden climax that her she could feel herself falling into. He fitted perfectly into her, and stretching her and moving against her in a way that had her head spinning.
The tempo was quickly gaining speed. Cyclonis was whimpering and moaning as the speed increased, and at Aerrow's tongue dancing in her mouth. The measured pace was gone, and the Sky Knight was pumping into her, his shaft, slick from being inside her, was creating an erotic friction inside that had her moaning his name. Her back was arched, and Aerrow's chest above her moved across her nipples, making her gasp and make her ache even more.
Both of them couldn't get enough air into their lungs, and Cyclonis knew she was nearing the edge, she was dancing along it. Her body was buzzing, everything seemed disconnected. All she could think of was Aerrow's hot cock moving inside her.
"Oh, god," she whimpered, "Aerrow. Ohhhhhhh."
Aerrow moaned in her mouth, and then she felt his release, a hot liquid inside her. She was carried across that edge, hips bucking, the world spinning into different colours.
~ Morning After ~
The cold floor at her back brought her back to reality. Aerrow's bulk on top of her was keeping her from freezing, but it wasn't comfortable.
"I'm not sleeping on the floor, Sky Knight, so you had better get off," she grumbled, her voice carrying none of its usual acerbic tones.
Aerrow mumbled something but didn't move.
Cyclonis rolled her eyes, and rolled her hips, dumping Aerrow to the floor in a tumble. He woke up from that, clearly startled. He looked at her and there was clear confusion in his eyes.
"Get up, get dressed, and into bed," she groused, trying to hide her embarrassment. She hated the moments after coitus; they were so awkward and just better avoided. And typically there was cuddling, and she hated that too.
She picked up her clothes, and tossed Aerrow's his, and promptly got dressed. She ran her fingers through her thin hair, trying to sort herself out. She wished she could have a bath to help tidy up, but that would have to wait. She was mentally trying to calculate when the Doctor was supposed to arrive. She probably an hour still, but she wasn't sure. It would have been an awkward scenario if the Doctor had walked in on them.
"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"Aerrow asked behind her.
When she turned around, he was only half dressed. She hated the way her breath hitched at the sight of him.
"I have things to do, besides, the Doctor will be here soon," Cyclonis aloofly stated.
A disappointed look crossed Aerrow's face but he was quick to hide it. "Oh, okay. I'll see you later then?"
She wasn't sure what possessed to do her it, but she cupped Aerrow's cheek, promising, "later," before she left.
A/N: Whew. In all my time writing, I think this particular chapter was the biggest struggle for me; though it did seem to grow a mind of it's own as I wrote it. Also, forgive me for any OOCness; first full on lemon I've ever written (I've written stuff with a hint of citrus scent, but never this). But seeing as you all are getting this update on Christmas you shouldn't complain too much about the present. It's the thought that counts after all.
