My dear readers,
Thank you for reviewing. I'm glad you enjoyed it. This next chapter starts with what I call Martian sex. Its not exactly sex though. Anyone who read the Martian Manhunter comic book with the Saturnian princess Cha'rissa will remember that Martian sex is more of a mind and body meld into one being. Quite literally too. So I figured J'onn would miss what is his norm for intimacy.
As always let me know what you think. Read and review.
Warning: Not a lemon but there's alien no penetration sex. If that creeps you out or is too mature for you, I suggest skipping this chapter too. Sorry guys.
Disclaimer: No he's not mine. Even if I'm the one who's gotten him laid in years. Sigh.
Chapter Seven
The Afterglow
Warm golden light dances behind my eyelids, disturbing the peaceful darkness of my sleep. Grumbling under my breath I turn over to spite the wake up call and my face comes in contact with a naked, green chest. That's when the warmth at my waist registers in my fuzzy half awake mind.
J'onn is fast asleep on his side, facing me with his arm firmly holding me in place. No wonder I haven't deviated much from where I fell asleep. Otherwise I wouldn't be surprised if I were half under the bed.
He makes a soft noise, squeezing my waist to him, his face pressing into my splayed out hair. He's so peaceful and warm. The golden sunlight making his skin glow, defining every plane of his chest and the muscles along his arm draped over me. His chest has become my second favorite part of him, it's like my security blanket. Instantly making me feel safe when I'm held against it. But what I love the most about J'onn will always be his red eyes.
His arm reflexes as he groans, the red eyes I was thinking about, blinking open. The black lining around his eyes make the red stand out as it catches the sunlight and sparkles at me with orange highlights.
"Good morning."
He smiles at me, taking in the scene he's woken up to. I can hear his thoughts rearranging themselves into actual words before he presses his face into my neck, whispering a soft good morning against it.
Shivers break out and J'onn J'onzz laughs! Actually laughs into my neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin. His husky laughter does unusual things to my body and I press up against his solid chest, thoroughly enjoying the unresisting push of his muscles on my much softer ones.
My fingers start a journey of their own while my eyes occupy themselves with catching every change in expression on J'onn's face. His impassive face requires much study to pick out any hint of his emotions but after so much time spent staring at his face I've achieved the level of expert in face reading Martians. Also the mental link gives me unfair advantage over any other competitors.
His eyes are still alight, his face carefully neutral while his mind is amused with my thoughts. Ooh he's planning to make this difficult for me now is he? We'll see!
I glide my fingers up his arm, pausing to caress over the bulging curve of his bicep then trace my fingers across his clavicle to the dip at the base of his neck.
His face remains stoic but his eyes! They have lost their light, the red starting to darken.
I trace my fingers down the center of his chest, noting the absence of his nipples along with a random thought about his sensitivity. Pressing my lips to his chest I look up at him in a calculated play of light and angles.
J'onn growls at me, a quiet thought of surprise flying through his head.
As an artist I have excellent knowledge about shadows so when I look up from under my eyelashes, the sunlight behind me throws my eyes into darkness, my eyebrows acting much the same way as his black lining under his brow. The shadows around my eyes complete the imitation of Martian eyes as my brown eyes meet his blackening ones. Brown being a subset color of red is enough to trick his subconscious.
His hand covers my neck gently, "Be careful what you do," his strained voice sends flutters into my stomach. "I might not be able to hold back if you play me like that."
The temptation is far too great and I go in for the kill.
Pulling my hair back into a knot, I look up at J'onn making sure to create the illusion of Martian eyes while running my fingers down his back. Just as he moves his hand to catch my elbow I dart forward and latch onto his throat, teeth dragging along the Martian weak point.
J'onn just about roars, his hands gripping my body tighter than usual to the point of pain. I can feel his hands branding into my waist and shoulder, keeping me in place while his mind dissolves into Martian words.
While his thoughts make no sense to me, I know victory when I see it and this is the beginning taste of victory.
J'onn J'onzz caught unaware, assaulted by both physical and mental sensations while his heart is attacked by familiarity lets out a threatening growl.
Not letting up on him, I trace my tongue along his throat. Gentle swirls followed by a sharp nip of teeth, the points of my nails scratching three short lines into his waist.
A green hand tightly holds the back of my neck, pulling me away from his throat where my teeth have barely marked him. J'onn's eyes look deadly. The red nowhere to be found. His face is no longer impassive, every line on his face screams agonizing want but his mind is requesting something from mine. A question in Martian. While the words make no sense to me, I know there's only one thing he could possibly think of asking me at a moment like this so being the wonderful illusionist I am, I meet his eyes maintaining the low angle and tilt my face to the pillow, neck bared for him.
J'onn flows over me. That's the only word that can describe what he does. His teeth at my neck, his body is wrapped around me, his hands enclosing my back, his legs intertwined with mine. It feels like he's trying to encompass me in himself. The mental feedback of his stimulation results in me being equally stimulated, the press of his skin and his teeth at my neck enough to undo me.
I must've successfully given him enough feedback as well for J'onn floods my mind with a complex emotional release.
Its unlike what I have ever experienced. The closest description coming to mind is transferring all the data from a badly partitioned computer hard drive to an external source and formatting the computer only to copy the transferred data back into the computer but this time in better order and method.
My mind doesn't feel much different after it though. While J'onn has clearly relaxed, lost all the hard lines of tension on his body and is coming down from a different kind of release, my mind is coming down from a regular orgasmic high far too intense for something the result of no physical stimulation.
J'onn untangles himself slowly, momentarily loosing his half human appearance to an angular, elongated and tapered form. Its gone before I can question it.
Then again given his state I can't bring myself to question him. He looks thoroughly debauched for once. His head resting over my heart, arms trembling in their tight circle around my waist. His mind is still working in Martian so I do the only thing I can do to bring him comfort.
My hands gently cup his head and his arm. My fingers tenderly stroke along the back of his head while my hand rubs his arm, squeezing him as hard as possible knowing my strength will not be enough to hurt him.
His body calms in its desperate hold on me and I caress along his sharp cheekbones and square jaw to pull his head back enough to press a kiss to the heavy brow of the alien laying on my chest.
'J'onn..'
His arms squeeze me tightly before releasing me enough to turn onto his back, an arm thrown over his eyes.
'Come on J'onn. Look at me.'
I gently tug his arm away from his face, sitting up to shadow over his face for once. Pressing a kiss to his knuckles I wait patiently for him to open his eyes.
I almost wish I hadn't asked him to look at me. Regretful red eyes meet mine, pain laced around the edges.
"J'onn.." my free hand cups his cheek before he can turn away, softly whispering. "What's wrong?"
His hand traces my shoulder, the skin feels tender and I'm pretty sure a bruise is blooming in the shape of his hand.
"I have hurt you when you have given me nothing but pleasure I have not experienced in centuries."
Even his usually honeyed voice is carrying pain, tears spring into my eyes much to J'onn's dismay. Before he can say anything more I press my lips to his half opened mouth, kissing him with desperate relief.
I was so worried I'd opened up some wound in his heart unintentionally when I played him into loosing control that to hear he's only upset because of his uncontrolled strength is the biggest blessing I have ever received.
J'onn rolls me under him, gentling my desperation, swallowing the little cries and whimpers escaping me. His hand carefully cupping the back of my head to angle me better.
"You had me worried J'onn, I thought I had hurt you."
"Unfortunately only I have hurt you."
"J'onn, I barely feel it. And I definitely don't hold you against it. I daresay I might even like it."
I give him a bright smile, letting the sunlight fall down upon my face to eliminate any shadows this time.
J'onn tugs my hair free of it's knot as he pushes himself onto an elbow over me. The fingers of his free hand spread into my hair while his thumb brushes over my eyebrow and temple in slow strokes, his eyes back to their normal red hue.
"Thank you." He presses a kiss to my forehead before he sits up, releasing me from under him.
I sit up after him, wrapping the cover around myself. Tracing his face with my eyes I can see the change in him. He doesn't look as stern as he usually does, the crease over his brow is less pronounced and his shoulders are no longer tensed as if carrying the weight of the world.
He materializes his uniform over himself as he stands. My envious thoughts about how much fashion potential is at his mind's command fills the room with his laughter as I stumble into the bathroom.
Good lord. No wonder J'onn looked upset. I have large bruises in the shape of his hand over both my shoulders when he clutched me and a large hand print at my waist. My neck bearing the red print of his teeth.
After going through my morning routine, J'onn interrupts with an ice pack while I'm looking for my t shirt and shorts, his face an apologetic mask.
"J'onn don't. It's fine really." I reach up to touch his downturned face, he intercepts my hand pressing my palm onto his chest.
"I have no wish to harm you."
"You didn't." I cave at his pointed look. "Ok yes you forgot your own strength but J'onn, I pushed you. I know what you're capable of and I know what I did, so don't."
I press a kiss to his jaw, the only part of him I can reach without his help. I decide to give into him.
"You can press the ice on me J'onn. I definitely can't reach that far behind my shoulders."
He sits me down, the ice pack soothing the bruises as I cuddle up against his side. His arm across my back rubbing slow circles as I contently focus on his thoughts.
Finally they are in English!
His mind is centered, thoughts untangled as they let me roam. He is blissful except for the pain of what he's done lingering at the back of his head. I think back to when he was loosing control, inviting J'onn to hear my thoughts so that I may ease his guilt once and for all.
His hands move the ice pack to my waist, cooling the print there while he goes through my head. My stomach grumbles for breakfast, breaking us out of our thoughts.
"I hate how you don't get hungry as much as me." I whine into his chest.
J'onn laughs as he pulls my head back to press the ice to my throat.
"One day on Mars is 25 Earth hours. My Martian physiology is adapted to eating by those hours."
"Huh. That explains your lifespan too. The orbit is bigger so the year is longer. No wonder you live for a long time according to earth."
"Yes, 687 days for one year."
"Wow. Do you celebrate the new year?"
"When you live as long as I do a new year does not hold much significance. Come." J'onn helps me to my feet and we head to the kitchen.
"What would you like to have for breakfast?" I ask sticking my head into the fridge for ingredients.
"Whatever you wish me to try. I enjoy your cooking."
J'onn reaches over me to store the ice pack back into the freezer and I take the opportunity to hand him a carton of milk, an orange and a packet of blueberries.
"Put them on the counter J'onn, I know I haven't introduced you to meat yet but I feel like it wouldn't agree with you. But lets try egg and see if you like it."
"On Mars we did not have animals for food or otherwise."
"Hmm.. Does that mean you are not biologically equipped to digest animal proteins? Have you tried it before?"
"There are large varieties of food in the watchtower, I have tried a few, so far nothing has adversely affected me."
"That's good enough for me." I give him a smile as I busy myself pulling out bread and bowls.
J'onn watches me as I crack eggs into the bowl. His fingers reaching out to touch the yolk before I smack it way.
"No touching J'onn. Here squeeze the orange juice out."
I hand him the orange and let him handle the rest. J'onn has decent skills in the kitchen proven by the breakfast he made me last time but I doubt he's ever made French toast.
By the time the toast is done, I pull out the whipping cream and stack a plate, spraying the whipping cream on top followed by blue berries. J'onn watches the meal come together with wonder. His green finger poking into the soft cream before I can smack it away.
"J'onn!"
He grins at me as he tastes it. His finger in his mouth, smiling around it like a child. I burst out laughing at him.
"Come here you founding member of the Justice League."
I beckon him to sit down and hold the whipping cream can over his mouth. He opens it expectantly and I spray a mouthful in, laughing at his happy face.
I fix up two cups of English breakfast tea while J'onn happily hums eyeing the whipping cream can.
Breakfast is a delight as J'onn enjoys the sweetness of whipped cream and blue berries with the crunchiness of French toast. Even if he doesn't need as many meals as I do, it doesn't prevent him from eating but I noticed he's reduced the amount he takes in to accommodate for my constant feeding.
I plan to make the most of this day as I clear up breakfast with J'onn. The happy Martian eyes me like he eyed the whipping cream can.
It appears that years of celibacy being broken has resulted in an awakened libido. I guess I had put him on a pedestal. His manner of speaking, his air of control and calmness making him feel miles above me but looking at him now he's suddenly touchable.
After spending hours tangled with him, being consumed by his passions, his emotions and watching him let go, he now feels reachable.
J'onn suddenly pulls me onto his lap as he sits on the sofa. His face stern as he follows my thoughts.
'I am never far from your reach little one.'
He wills away his cape, boots and the red cross and places my palm on his chest letting me feel his heart beat.
'There are no boundaries between us. Ask.'
I meet his eyes, knowing exactly what I want from him. I want to be under him, consumed by the flames of passion, lost in dark red eyes forcing my submission to his desire.
There is something liberating in being taken by him. The submission he demands doesn't degrade me or make me feel any less. If anything it makes me feel more, empowering my femininity as he fullfills my cravings, pushing my limits of pleasure as he gauges exactly how much I can take.
I know for certain that I would never trust any male to have his way with me the way I trust J'onn. Previous experiences make themselves known in my mind as I remember the last time I was with my ex boyfriend and how terribly wrong it went.
"J'onn.. Take me."
