Butterflies & Raindrops
Ch. 2: Concupiscence
Rating: R for intense sexual situations. Beware, children.
Disclaimer: The MiB are not mine but you know that.
Jay groaned and rolled over to glare at the loudly breeping alarm clock. Why couldn't 6:00 come later? Like around noon? With another groan, he reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to prepare for the long day ahead. One of the worse things about being with MiB was the Centaurian time they were all kept on. Thirty-seven hours was too long a day for anyone to go on. It sucked to put it bluntly.
He groaned again when he remembered he and Kay were going to be teamed with X for the day.
Yippee.
Oh, well, at least he could count on responses that were far more animated than Kay would give, so maybe it wouldn't be as bad he feared. He wondered how far he could push it with the alien agent before the dude went ballistic. That might be fun to find out. Unless the big eared freak decided to kill him, but Kay wouldn't let that happen. Would he? X could be pretty insane and he had no sense of humour when it came to teasing, and he was stronger than an ox so Jay may have to watch his step. Or at least stay a safe distance from him.
Maybe Elle's faking being sick to get a few days peace.
When Jay stepped out of his room, Kay was waiting on him.
A floor above them, X's sound, dreamless sleep was finally shattered by the annoying buzz of his alarm clock. It had been going off for probably fifteen minutes before he heard it. Cursing himself and the evil that is alarm clocks, the tall agent slammed a fist down on the off-button and scrambled around trying to find a clean suit. He no longer had time to shower since he had overslept, curse and rot him.
Why do these things always happen to him?
He'd just pulled on his mask when he fell over a spare pair of shoes, banging his head on the dresser and involuntarily yelping. This was not turning out to be a good day…
…This had been the worst day he had on this planet so far and he could only hope he would never have one worse. He never wanted to spend a full workday with those two humans again. Jay was a complete idiot if ever he saw one. Kay was mildly tolerable, but only barely.
X stripped off both his black suit and his human suit once inside his little apartment and padded to his bathroom. All he wanted was a hot shower to try to soothe this day away and then he planned on several hours sleep. If anyone disturbed him, he would not be held accountable for his actions.
Elle had awaken not long after X left her room that morning and waking up all alone at first led her to believe their night together had been some sort of freakish, overly erotic dream. It had to be a dream, X couldn't look that good in real life or be so fantastic a lover. She almost made herself believe that, until she saw the rumpled bedclothes and her robe lying puddled on the floor. When she realized she was also completely naked under the sheets and when she moved there was an ache between her legs; she knew it was no dream. Was that good or bad?
Last night had not been a dream. At first she had been horrified, feeling ill at having slept with her partner. Granted it was the most glorious night she had ever known, but her partner was possibly the cockiest, smug, and rudest excuse for a living being in the galaxy. How could she have done that? With X?! What was she thinking!?!
That was the trouble, she hadn't been thinking overmuch last night and had played the pawn of her hormones. X obviously had as well for he never would have done those things with her otherwise. And, God, the things they did… As much as she hated to admit it, she liked it.
Wait… where was X? If that alien thought he could just sleep with her and leave, he had another thing coming.
So, she waited out the day, using the time to think of what she was going to yell at the green-skinned fool as she pummeled him. The jerk could have at least waited until she woke up so they could discuss what happened and find out why it happened so explosively and so many times. And knowing him…
If he uttered one word to anyone… she thought, angrily stomping up to his door. She pounded on the matte, cerulean door very loudly until a half-asleep, very angry, boxer-clad X pulled it open. Lord, he is that nicely built.
"What?! Some of us are trying sleep, now go away!" He made to close the door back but Elle pushed her way in, slamming it shut to show her anger.
"No way, you aren't getting out of this so easily," she practically stabbed him in the chest with her finger, "You think you can just sleep with me and leave?"
A roguish grin lit his face, "As I recall, there wasn't much sleeping involved," he cracked.
"You're pushin' it, you big… elf."
A puzzled look crossed his features, "What's an elf?"
Elle almost growled, then she suddenly switched moods, "Did you tell anyone?"
"'Course not. Why? Should I have?" That grin was back, "I can call the twins and have them put it on the big screen if you want."
He turned back to his nightstand on which his communicator rested. Elle clearly saw the design running down his back and flaring across his shoulders but she didn't look long. She barely gave it a second thought because that alien had picked up his phone. He might have actually gone through with his plans had the fiery blonde not tackled him.
"You call anyone and I'll kill you… What's so funny?"
With a cheshire cat smile plastered on his lips, he was chuckling deeply, "Doesn't this remind you of anything?"
"No. Wh—" Then she realized what he was referring to.
She was straddling his well-muscled waist only her hands were at his throat instead of braced on his shoulders like last night. He was goading her on and the big-eared snake was enjoying it.
The hormones she'd accidentally been injected with were already running wild enough when X pried her fingers away from his throat and brought her down for a kiss. He began to unbutton her blouse, both of them helplessly under the pheromone magic and both gladly giving in to every primal urge they possessed. Their mouths never parted and never stopped the mutual plundering as the Jee'Dangian swiftly undressed her, lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed. He was ever gentle, ever erotic in his attentions to her body. She was very much aware of his arousal even before he shed his heart printed boxers and stretched out on the bed beside her, not once letting up in driving her mad.
He kissed her again tantalizingly quickly before moving his kisses along her cheek to tentatively lick her earlobe and trail more kisses down her neck to suck lightly at her pulse down near the base of her throat. It leaped and skittered under his touch. Her breath quickened and suddenly arrested when his kisses moved still lower…
Not to say she was lax in her own exploration of his body, she tried to give as much as she took, stroking his ears, running her hands down his broad back and his chest, over his tight abdomen, his body was completely hairless and she still found that odd. When she moaned he shared in it and whispered something in his native language before taking her completely and totally, and once again she was positive his size would rend her asunder. Then the nearly unbearable upward spiraling began and grew, over and over throughout the night…
end Ch. 2
Not very long was it? Did it deserve a higher rating? I thought not, I tried to keep it tasteful. How was it? Please leave polite, constructive criticism. Thank you, Miss Lizz ^_^.