Chapter 49.5 Alternate Ending to Light Saber Battle

A 'What If' Chapter

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"You'll have to do better than that Altair!" yelled Connie as she ran off again, up the stairs and into the bedroom shutting the door with a great huff. She pressed all her weight against the door.

Altair was there in a second trying to open the door, after a moment, he sighed.

"Brings back memories doesn't it Altair!" she laughed, Altair on the other side of the door quickly replied.

"As I recall, I got in through the window remember." Connie immediately looked to the window to make sure it wasn't open.

Wrong move.

Altair knew she would look and let down her guard, so he shoved open the door, and saw Connie's shocked face.

"Cheater!" She yelled and tried to get away.

Altair tackled her and they landed on the bed, Altair on top. They stared at each other for a moment in the silence before Connie broke it.

"Isn't it me who always ends up on top?" asked Connie in thought.

"Usually yes," answered Altair locking eyes with her before continuing. "And usually this almost happens," he continued as he inched down and pressed his lips to hers slowly but softly. The action was unexpected and Connie was shocked for an instant before she responded, and kissed back ever so tenderly.

Altair was so focused on the kiss that when she reached up to put her hand on his back he didn't notice that she still had her sword, the hum still coming from the both of their swords.

Connie then grabbed his shirt and flipped them making her on top with her sword to his neck, and the kiss ended.

"I win!" she said proudly.

"You cheated." complained Altair, not liking the past situation.

"And so did you." said Connie, smiling and leaning down to his face again, noses almost touching.

"Usually when I'm on top this almost happens?" she restated, and pressed her lips sweetly to his sharing a kiss for a moment. She pulled back a little after a second, and slowly fluttered open her eyes to stare at him.

"We'll have to change that then." Said Connie before Altair grabbed her again and pressed his lips to hers, landing her on her back. She happily complied with a laugh, both discarding their swords.

The two were enjoying the moment when all of a sudden something started vibrating.

Connie's cell phone.

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Hands soon started wondering places then, becoming more than they anticipated.

Lips locked in a heated kiss, Connie moved her hands along Altair's back. At first she was caressing him, but her hands inched towards the hem of his shirt, itching to pull it off.

Altair noticed and smirked against her lips, before using his free hand and grabbed one of hers. He slowly started to drag it to the hem before curling her hand around it and urging her to continue, nipping at her lip to push her onward.

She inhaled quickly and Altair took this moment to slip his tongue into her mouth, exploring for a moment before her tongue attacked and a mini battle commenced.

Their breaths became sharp as they continued on, Altair using both hands to travel down Connie's sides slowly, getting a feel for every curve she had to offer.

At that point however, Connie had managed to pull Altair's shirt up all the way, and the two got a moments breath as they broke apart so she could pull off his shirt.

The heat coming off him was wonderful, and it was then that Altair's hands rested on her hips before his fingertips slid under the hem of her top, he was about to start pulling it off when she brought her hands to the front of his chest and pushed.

Unsure for a moment Altair got off her, and Connie smirked before she pushed him under her, bringing her to the position of being on top straddling him.

Altair looked up at her with shock before he smiled. Still smirking she grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, before throwing it to the side. She slowly lowered herself then until she was pressed flush against him, before finding his lips with hers, biting him tenderly on the lips before she deepened the kiss.

Altair groaned and suddenly flipped them again, pressing Connie against the bed. He leaned forward and kissed her, his warm chest brushing against hers. He ended the kiss then and kissed her face down to her jaw before working his way down her neck.

He pulled away and brought his hands to her bra, un-clasping it from the front and pushing it out of his way. Hot kisses and bites came to her neck, and Connie gasped at the sudden hand that was placed on her breast, kneading it.

Connie whimpered as his lips pressed against her skin, trailing a line of kisses down her body now, past her breasts and her naval. Connie's breath hitched as his facial hair scraped her skin, only to be replaced by the softness of his lips. They wandered lower and lower on her body, till his lips came to the hem of her jeans.

Smirking against her skin, he grabbed the hem of her pants with his teeth; tugging at them before pulling away and ripping them open with his hands.

Altair glanced at her then, and held her gaze as he slowly pulled off her jeans, before crawling the length of her body up to her face. He held her gaze for a moment, and the message was clear. They both wanted the same thing, no words needed to be spoken; they both completely understood one another.

Connie pulled him to her, hand intertwining itself into his short hair and pulling, enticing another groan form his lips. It was her turn to act.

Trailing her free hand down his muscled back and spine, she got a shiver from him that excited her, smiling against his lips again, she grabbed hold of the arm that was holding Altair up and bent it and rolled to the side, resulting in her being on top again. It was like a never ending battle for dominance, and neither was giving up.

Trailing hot kisses of her own down his throat, she slide her hands down his muscled chest to his pants and started unbuckling them. She could feel the bulge beneath her hands, and as she started to pull his pants down his legs, she noticed his intense stare, one of a predator watching its prey.

The thought thrilled her further, and her slow tugging became hurried as she held Altair's hungry gaze.

Just as she got his pants off, he attacked her and she laughed with excitement. He had pressed his whole body against hers and locked her lips with his again. She could feel him so much more intensely against herself, and she moaned into his mouth.

Her panties were wet, and the hot sensation that was bundled low in her core was aching to be satisfied. Connie was pressing her legs together, trying to contain herself from the pleasure she was receiving. Even with the fact that she hadn't been touched down there once.

Altair's large hands ghosted their way to Connie's sides again, sliding down her before they grasped the fabric of her underwear, pulling it down her legs. Connie was utterly helpless under him, and her squirming beneath him accomplished nothing.

She felt as if her nerves were on fire, every touch, every feeling was intensified, but she couldn't help but enjoy it, moaning at the contact she desperately wanted.

Connie knew she was exposed now, utterly naked beneath the man she once knew nothing about. It didn't bother her though, it just felt right now.

"Altair..." moaned Connie, arching herself against him. One of his hands were on her chest, the other was tangled in her locks of hair. At the moan of his name, he pulled her hair slightly and Connie gasped. His lips were on hers then, more heated than before.

She felt his hand leave her chest, and travel to his boxers, pulling them off as quickly as he could manage. She nibbled at his lip again and he groaned, pressing himself hard against her, resulting in Connie moaning in delight.

"Altair...please..." moaned Connie again, the heat, the pressure, the everything, she couldn't take it any longer.

Altair slid his hand up her arched back and she scooted forward, though that was very nearly enough to land them back in the same predicament.

Lifting himself up, he kissed her again, his knee moving in between her legs and nudging them apart. Connie followed his urging, letting her legs spread as he moved in between them.

He felt her tense against him and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just behind her ear.

"Relax," Altair breathed against the shell of her ear.

"Alright," Connie replied breathlessly, trying to steady herself as he moved them both and pushed inside her. Connie moaned as she felt him move against her, before Altair captured her lips in a much longer kiss.

Connie wrapped her arms around Altair's back, feeling his muscles move against her hands as he pulled back and pushed forward again. By his third thrust, she began to tilt her hips, meeting him as he buried himself inside her again.

Altair's breath caught as Connie picked up the rhythm, her hips shifting to meet him. When one of her legs hooked around his hips, urging him forward with each press of her heel against his spine he very nearly lost whatever control he still had. The arm that he was not using to support his weight traced the lines of her body before finding purchase between her legs.

The sound that elicited from her lips only spurred him closer to the edge.

He barely managed to hold himself back long enough to feel her topple over the edge, his name on her lips.

The sound of her gasping his name, of feeling her around him like that was enough to send him falling right along with her.

Altair could feel the unsteady rise and fall of her chest against his. Pressing his lips to her throat, he rolled off of her before sitting up. Glancing over to her, he noticed her eyes were still shut. They fluttered open then and locked Altair's gaze with her own.

A smile spread across her face then and she sat up next to him before resting her head on his shoulder. Altair wrapped an arm around her and held her close, she was his now, and he would not let anything ever happen to her again.

Never.

The two were enjoying the moment when all of a sudden something started vibrating.

Connie's cell phone.

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So this chapter is what would have happened had the call from Lyla been at a later time. She always did have terrible timing after all.

Hope you enjoyed! next chapter is some Bath play :3