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Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Just to let everyone know, I got the idea to give her a silver BMW from your fic. Plus, I think you'll like this chapter. You're finally getting something you've been asking for. ;-) Your newest picture of Remy and Betsy is great! Thanks for all your encouragement and your reviews. They're really fun to read.
Marissa - Thanks, here's the next the chapter.
MagnusXXN - Good summaries of the characters and attitudes. I've intentionally had Remy unsure because the last woman he really trusted tried to kill him and Betsy is just as capable of ending his life as Rogue. I'm hoping you'll continue to let me know what you think.
Anyway, here you go, at the club.
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Chapter 14
The music was hard and fast as Remy and Betsy moved on the dance floor. The crowd pushed them close together as the moved to the rhythms. It felt good to let go and even better with a skilled dance partner, as Remy was proving to be. The songs flowed from one to another and Betsy became so caught up in it all that it was quite awhile later that she realized she was thirsty. Becoming fully aware of her surroundings once more, she was actually surprised to find herself pressing back against Remy's chest, his hands resting lightly on her hips as they moved together. It felt good, tempting, and she was becoming overheated from more than the music. With an effort of will, Betsy stepped away him and headed to the bar, keeping a hold of his hand to bring him with her. Water seemed her best choice to avoid dehydration and accidents later, since she was driving. Besides, a drunk telepath in a crowd was never a good idea.
Looking up at Remy to ask if he was thirsty, she noticed hi eyes were already glazed and slightly unfocused. Tugging on his hand, she gained his attention and he leaned down so he could hear her over the noise. "You're feeling everyone, aren't you?"
He quickly turned his head, searching her eyes nervously before nodding.
She stared back into his eyes, giving into the curiosity and recklessness that was such an integral part of her personality. "Show me."
He stared at her for several minutes, seeming to doubt he had heard her right. She nodded encouragement but he continued to stare down at her, his face a mask but his eyes suddenly very focused. Seeming to come to a decision, he leaned in and lightly pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. She, once again, felt the strange sense of feelings that were not her own. The influx of lust, joy, passion, and more surrounded her and increased until she gasped at the sheer intensity of it. The level immediately lowered as he pulled back but she caught his face in her hands, sliding to the side slightly so she could speak directly into his ear. "Leave it on."
The emotions rose again as they moved back onto the dance floor, drinks forgotten. This time she felt as if the crowd were a living organism ebbing and swirling around them and they were a part of it, dancing, caught up in the surrounding emotions. Currents of envy, admiration, and lust rolled over her as she slid her body against his and she felt a spike of arousal tinged with concern and affection separate from the emotions of the surrounding mob. Looking up suddenly, she saw what was burning in his eyes and she smiled up at him, relishing the feeling of it, before turning to face away. Leaning back, she slid her body down his, giving into the lure of his concern and affection, responding to his arousal with her own, letting herself be buoyed by the crowd's emotions.
The emotional feed suddenly cut off as Remy quickly pulled her up to face him, wrapping her in a confining embrace to restrict her movements. Concern and fear were etched over his features and he was saying something but the club was too loud to hear.
Reaching out with her telepathy, she gently pushed against his shields and felt them lower. *What's wrong?*
*Y'gettin' too lost in de feelin's.*
Betsy lay her head against his chest, her hands trapped between them. *A little, but I like it. I was enjoying it.*
*Dat's de problem. You like it now. Tomorrow...* A shiver of apprehension ran through him and up Betsy's fingers and palms.
*Remy, I am enjoying them, not being controlled by them.*
*'Ow can ya be sure?*
She squirmed until she could free one hand and she looked up at him, gazing deeply into his eyes while affectionately pushing a strand of hair out of his face. *You have it turned off right now and I feel the same inside myself.* He slowly returned her smile. *Turn it back on. Please.*
He leaned in slowly, as his grip on her loosened, giving her time to step back. Her newly freed hand moved over his chest to his shoulder as her other hand stroked his hair back from his face. Gently, his lips found hers and he kissed her very slowly as he reopened the flow of emotions through him to her. Betsy gasped, once again, at the new sensations and Remy took full advantage, his tongue delving into her mouth, caressing her own and luring it out to play. She pressed her body against him, feeling his arousal heighten and the lust and envy of the surrounding crowd mixing with her own growing pleasure.
*Remy.*
He shivered as he felt her telepathic moan drift through his mind. *Chere...Tres belle...*
His words drifted back along the telepathic link as his emotions wrapped tighter around her and she was sure he could feel the emotions rising in her as well. Need for air finally caused their mouths to part but his mouth began to trail wet kisses down her jaw to her neck. Their bodies twined together, caught up in the music and each other, the crowd simply a background of emotions as his mouth attacked her neck above the dress collar and her leg ran up his thigh. He gripped her bare thigh, pulling her hips against his, as his long, nimble fingers, gave little caresses over the edge of her inner thigh.
Her calf wrapped around his thigh, giving her an anchor for balance as she ground herself against his hard erection, loving the soft moans running from his mind over the telepathic link to her own even as she was sure he could hear her own whimpers of pleasure as he nipped at her ear lobe.
In retaliation, her fingers undid several buttons of his shirt, allowing her to slip her hand underneath and trace the muscles of his chest. His pleasure at her touch flooded down the length of the link causing her to boldly run a finger over a hardening nipple.
*Chere, Betsy, Need you bad.*
*The hotel?*
*Oui.*
Sharing another deep kiss, Remy reluctantly released her thigh and she lowered it until both feet were back on the floor. Keeping an arm wrapped possessively around her, they made their way quickly to the door. Remy's hands never ceased moving, caressing her hips, stomach, lower back, and Betsy focused on sending her pleasure at the touches over their developing link, making him his in pleasure of his own. The valet approached, asking for their ticket and Betsy leaned back against Remy who was pressed against her, nuzzling her neck. "I don't think I can drive."
"Call a cab, chere. Get de car tomorrow."
She turned her head to look at him and he immediately gave her the kiss she wanted, hearing the silent wish over the link. It took several minutes for them to break apart again and that was only because she could feel the rising discomfort of the surrounding people. Betsy barely spared a glance at the valet as she asked him to get a cab for them. The young man swallowed hard before stepping to the edge of the street.
It was only a few minutes later when the car pulled to the side and the valet opened the door for them. Betsy stepped away and slid into the backseat never releasing Remy's hand as she tugged him in behind her. He did not even look at the driver as he ordered, "De Waldorf," before pulling her against him once again, claiming her mouth. He nibbled at her lower lip and she undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, spreading the material away from his skin. Her hands traced his lean muscled chest, while he pulled her legs up across his lap, his other arm bracing her against him while he plundered her mouth. His hand stoked her thigh moving up over her ass and she could feel him smile every time he touched a favorite spot. He could feel the spike of pleasure and he stroked each spot over and over until she was gasping for air, breaking the kiss.
In retaliation, she lightly nipped at his neck before running her tongue over his shoulder down to his collarbone, her other palm rubbing slowly over a hard nipple. His pleasure spikes traveled back over the link to her enhancing her own pleasure. Smiling against his skin, she took the hardening piece of flesh between two fingers, rolling it slightly. He hissed and moaned. *Dis cab betta get to de 'otel soon or dis is gonna kill me.*
Betsy smiled against his skin. *Then the driver better hurry. I do not want you dying before we get there.* She did not want to break off tasting him for even a few moments.
They heard a polite throat clearing and they turned to see the doorman holding the cab door open for them. It took a few moments to disentangle themselves but they soon were out of the cab. Remy turned to pay the driver, while sending, *Get de key, chere, 'nd I meet ya at de elevator. We get where we wan' faster.*
Betsy turned and strode quickly to the desk, demanding her key. The clerk took one look at her dilated eyes and handed her the piece of metal, wishing it was him going up there. She had just pushed the button to summon the elevator when she felt strong arms wrap around her and Remy's bare chest pressed her bare back, revealed by her backless dress. He gave her a tight hug, stroking her stomach with his hands and Betsy reached over her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're belle, Betsy, inside 'nd out." His voice was soft against her ear as he pressed his lips against her temple. "Remy gonna make ya feel good."
"Already are." her fingers stoked his long hair and she leaned back so she could feel his arousal hard against her.
The elevator doors finally opened and the two of them immediately moved inside. The compartment was empty and Remy quickly hit the button for their floor. The doors closed and pressed his temple against hers, sending her images of what he wanted to do to her. Betsy's knees went week at the mental image of Remy lifting and pinning her against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could almost feel it and she began to whimper in need. "Remy...yes...now."
"Non" His voice was rough and his eyes were blazing, the red pupils dilated so large they seemed like bon fires. "First time wit' ya, Remy gonna do it right. Gonna put ya in de middle of de bed." His mind sent her images to match his words, his lust and affection pouring over her like physical things. "Gonna pull dat dress off ya nice 'nd slow." His hands continued exploring, learning her most sensitive spots. "Gonna taste ya, make ya shake." The elevator gave a short ping as the doors opened.
The two of them rushed to the door, slamming and locking it behind them before Remy swept her up into his arms. "Which room?"
"The closest one."
By chance it turned out to be the one Betsy had used earlier to change, however neither one of them noticed that. They were soon in the bed, Remy kissing her down into the soft mattress as his hands quickly unhooked the neck of her dress. Breaking the kiss, his mouth followed the dress down her body, finding all the right places, making Betsy arch against him in ecstasy. Reaching her stomach, he raised to a kneeling position to reach her shoes, removing them and throwing them to the side. He shrugged off his own shirt, much to Betsy's delight, then reached up, hooking his fingers in the waist of her dress and the elastic on her thong. She lifted her hips to help him remove the last of her clothing and he tossed it too the side.
He knelt between her thighs, his eyes devouring her body, and his hand actually trembled as he caressed her. "Tres belle, chere, perfect."
Her body shivered as his emotions and thought traveled through their link, telling her so much more than what he was saying, letting her reply with so much more in silence. He heard her silent plea and lowered his mouth to her skin once again. His wet mouth suckled at her breast as his fingers stroked her upper thighs, moving, teasingly, closer and closer to the apex. Betsy freed his hair from its ponytail and ran her fingers through the silken strands, rubbing it over his back and shoulders as she arched under his mouth.
She felt hot and wet and empty, and he was hard and aching, desiring to please her. His mouth moved down her body as his fingers drove her wild, caressing so close but not touching her where she was dying to be touched. Settling himself between her legs, he gently spread her with his fingers then lowered his head and sucked her clitoris between his lips.
Her hands clenched in his hair and she arched up against him with a loud cry. He lapped and sucked, pushing his fingers deep inside her as he worked over her clit before replacing his fingers with his tongue. Betsy's eyes were closed as she writhed under his touch, urging him on, burning to climax but trying to stave it off, make this ecstasy last, while his voice echoed through the telepathic link, telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she tasted, and she could feel how much he was enjoying it as she shivered under the assault of his mouth and fingers.
She was gasping for air, pressing up against him, closer and closer to the edge until. Her body tightened in ecstasy and she clutched at his heads and shoulders, crying out his name.
Shaking with aftershocks, she stroked his face, smiling. She wanted him inside her. He smiled up at her. "Want ta be inside ya too."
She felt his laughter more than heard it. The link was getting deeper. "Then what are we waiting for?"
He smiled at her before rolling off the bed and getting rid of the rest of his own clothes. Her eyes ran up and down his body and he let her look her fill, unashamed. He was perfectly proportioned, lean and muscled, clean hard lines that seemed to beg her to touch him. He smiled as he felt her admiration and crawled back onto the bed where she pulled him back into the cradle of her body. She could feel his need and it was almost painful, but he did not rush. He lay over her, kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth thoroughly, without hurry. His restraint and concern for her pushed her own emotions higher and she began squirming underneath him, needing him.
Feeling her hot and empty beneath him, he pulled back so he was braced on his elbows looking down at her. She looked at the condom package he held between two fingers as he asked, "Y'want ta put it on or Remy to do it?"
She lifted her head to press a kiss against his lips, pushing the package away. "I think we have been through enough physicals from Hank to do without."
"Non, not Remy. Hate physicals 'nd ain't had one in years."
"Remy..." Her mind was confused but her body was reminding her that they were already in the middle of something and that her curiosity could just shut up for awhile. His empathy was telling her that he was more than ready, his body a tautly drawn and needing and she was not any better off. "Give me that."
The package was quickly opened and used. He covered her mouth with his own again as he thrust into her waiting body. Betsy wrapped her legs around him, moaning into his mouth as he moved inside her. He felt so right in her and she could feel that is was the same for him. Their pleasure washed over them, combining and growing as he moved faster, pushing in deep and hard, their minds begging and praising and saying more than they realized. Her hips lifted to take in each thrust and the pressure inside her was almost painful when he broke the kiss abruptly, pressing his mouth against her shoulder and sucking at the skin. Her body immediately spasmed in ecstasy, clutching and clinging to his as he pushed deep inside her. His body was tense and straining against her as he found his release, but his mouth did not leave her skin, instead sucking even harder. Betsy screamed and her body spasmed even tighter as he continued his assault on one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, the intense pleasure and slight pain making it almost impossible to breath as her body felt like it exploded like she was launched into space and he was right there with her, holding her body, heart, and mind, tightly.
They collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard but completely relaxed. His face was nestled in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Betsy languidly stroked his back and shoulders, intermittently over his neck and collar bone. She could feel him falling towards sleep and she knew she would soon follow. He must have realized it too, because he rolled them over so he lay on his back and she was nestled against his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. "Y'want ta clean up or..."
"Sleep," She interrupted. "I have no interest in moving one inch which means you, as my pillow, have to stay still."
"Oui, madam." She could feel a small chuckle. "But, I gotta move f'r one t'ing."
Betsy was about to ask him what, when she saw him reaching down and removing the used condom from himself, dropping it into the trashcan beside the bed. "Ok, I can understand you had to do that but nothing more. I am comfortable." She lay on her side, her head on his shoulder, a leg over his stomach and a hand on his chest over his heart.
"Now ain't dat a coincidence, so is Remy." One arm curled around her, his fingers languidly stroking her bare hip as his other hand took hold of hers, entwining their fingers. Raising it to his lips, he place a soft kiss on the back before laying the clasped hands back on his heart. Laying his cheek against her hair, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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Author's note: I expect sodas and candies from Elizabeth Braddock-Grey. You got yer smut. (He he he) = P
Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Just to let everyone know, I got the idea to give her a silver BMW from your fic. Plus, I think you'll like this chapter. You're finally getting something you've been asking for. ;-) Your newest picture of Remy and Betsy is great! Thanks for all your encouragement and your reviews. They're really fun to read.
Marissa - Thanks, here's the next the chapter.
MagnusXXN - Good summaries of the characters and attitudes. I've intentionally had Remy unsure because the last woman he really trusted tried to kill him and Betsy is just as capable of ending his life as Rogue. I'm hoping you'll continue to let me know what you think.
Anyway, here you go, at the club.
**************************************************************************** ****************************************
Chapter 14
The music was hard and fast as Remy and Betsy moved on the dance floor. The crowd pushed them close together as the moved to the rhythms. It felt good to let go and even better with a skilled dance partner, as Remy was proving to be. The songs flowed from one to another and Betsy became so caught up in it all that it was quite awhile later that she realized she was thirsty. Becoming fully aware of her surroundings once more, she was actually surprised to find herself pressing back against Remy's chest, his hands resting lightly on her hips as they moved together. It felt good, tempting, and she was becoming overheated from more than the music. With an effort of will, Betsy stepped away him and headed to the bar, keeping a hold of his hand to bring him with her. Water seemed her best choice to avoid dehydration and accidents later, since she was driving. Besides, a drunk telepath in a crowd was never a good idea.
Looking up at Remy to ask if he was thirsty, she noticed hi eyes were already glazed and slightly unfocused. Tugging on his hand, she gained his attention and he leaned down so he could hear her over the noise. "You're feeling everyone, aren't you?"
He quickly turned his head, searching her eyes nervously before nodding.
She stared back into his eyes, giving into the curiosity and recklessness that was such an integral part of her personality. "Show me."
He stared at her for several minutes, seeming to doubt he had heard her right. She nodded encouragement but he continued to stare down at her, his face a mask but his eyes suddenly very focused. Seeming to come to a decision, he leaned in and lightly pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. She, once again, felt the strange sense of feelings that were not her own. The influx of lust, joy, passion, and more surrounded her and increased until she gasped at the sheer intensity of it. The level immediately lowered as he pulled back but she caught his face in her hands, sliding to the side slightly so she could speak directly into his ear. "Leave it on."
The emotions rose again as they moved back onto the dance floor, drinks forgotten. This time she felt as if the crowd were a living organism ebbing and swirling around them and they were a part of it, dancing, caught up in the surrounding emotions. Currents of envy, admiration, and lust rolled over her as she slid her body against his and she felt a spike of arousal tinged with concern and affection separate from the emotions of the surrounding mob. Looking up suddenly, she saw what was burning in his eyes and she smiled up at him, relishing the feeling of it, before turning to face away. Leaning back, she slid her body down his, giving into the lure of his concern and affection, responding to his arousal with her own, letting herself be buoyed by the crowd's emotions.
The emotional feed suddenly cut off as Remy quickly pulled her up to face him, wrapping her in a confining embrace to restrict her movements. Concern and fear were etched over his features and he was saying something but the club was too loud to hear.
Reaching out with her telepathy, she gently pushed against his shields and felt them lower. *What's wrong?*
*Y'gettin' too lost in de feelin's.*
Betsy lay her head against his chest, her hands trapped between them. *A little, but I like it. I was enjoying it.*
*Dat's de problem. You like it now. Tomorrow...* A shiver of apprehension ran through him and up Betsy's fingers and palms.
*Remy, I am enjoying them, not being controlled by them.*
*'Ow can ya be sure?*
She squirmed until she could free one hand and she looked up at him, gazing deeply into his eyes while affectionately pushing a strand of hair out of his face. *You have it turned off right now and I feel the same inside myself.* He slowly returned her smile. *Turn it back on. Please.*
He leaned in slowly, as his grip on her loosened, giving her time to step back. Her newly freed hand moved over his chest to his shoulder as her other hand stroked his hair back from his face. Gently, his lips found hers and he kissed her very slowly as he reopened the flow of emotions through him to her. Betsy gasped, once again, at the new sensations and Remy took full advantage, his tongue delving into her mouth, caressing her own and luring it out to play. She pressed her body against him, feeling his arousal heighten and the lust and envy of the surrounding crowd mixing with her own growing pleasure.
*Remy.*
He shivered as he felt her telepathic moan drift through his mind. *Chere...Tres belle...*
His words drifted back along the telepathic link as his emotions wrapped tighter around her and she was sure he could feel the emotions rising in her as well. Need for air finally caused their mouths to part but his mouth began to trail wet kisses down her jaw to her neck. Their bodies twined together, caught up in the music and each other, the crowd simply a background of emotions as his mouth attacked her neck above the dress collar and her leg ran up his thigh. He gripped her bare thigh, pulling her hips against his, as his long, nimble fingers, gave little caresses over the edge of her inner thigh.
Her calf wrapped around his thigh, giving her an anchor for balance as she ground herself against his hard erection, loving the soft moans running from his mind over the telepathic link to her own even as she was sure he could hear her own whimpers of pleasure as he nipped at her ear lobe.
In retaliation, her fingers undid several buttons of his shirt, allowing her to slip her hand underneath and trace the muscles of his chest. His pleasure at her touch flooded down the length of the link causing her to boldly run a finger over a hardening nipple.
*Chere, Betsy, Need you bad.*
*The hotel?*
*Oui.*
Sharing another deep kiss, Remy reluctantly released her thigh and she lowered it until both feet were back on the floor. Keeping an arm wrapped possessively around her, they made their way quickly to the door. Remy's hands never ceased moving, caressing her hips, stomach, lower back, and Betsy focused on sending her pleasure at the touches over their developing link, making him his in pleasure of his own. The valet approached, asking for their ticket and Betsy leaned back against Remy who was pressed against her, nuzzling her neck. "I don't think I can drive."
"Call a cab, chere. Get de car tomorrow."
She turned her head to look at him and he immediately gave her the kiss she wanted, hearing the silent wish over the link. It took several minutes for them to break apart again and that was only because she could feel the rising discomfort of the surrounding people. Betsy barely spared a glance at the valet as she asked him to get a cab for them. The young man swallowed hard before stepping to the edge of the street.
It was only a few minutes later when the car pulled to the side and the valet opened the door for them. Betsy stepped away and slid into the backseat never releasing Remy's hand as she tugged him in behind her. He did not even look at the driver as he ordered, "De Waldorf," before pulling her against him once again, claiming her mouth. He nibbled at her lower lip and she undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, spreading the material away from his skin. Her hands traced his lean muscled chest, while he pulled her legs up across his lap, his other arm bracing her against him while he plundered her mouth. His hand stoked her thigh moving up over her ass and she could feel him smile every time he touched a favorite spot. He could feel the spike of pleasure and he stroked each spot over and over until she was gasping for air, breaking the kiss.
In retaliation, she lightly nipped at his neck before running her tongue over his shoulder down to his collarbone, her other palm rubbing slowly over a hard nipple. His pleasure spikes traveled back over the link to her enhancing her own pleasure. Smiling against his skin, she took the hardening piece of flesh between two fingers, rolling it slightly. He hissed and moaned. *Dis cab betta get to de 'otel soon or dis is gonna kill me.*
Betsy smiled against his skin. *Then the driver better hurry. I do not want you dying before we get there.* She did not want to break off tasting him for even a few moments.
They heard a polite throat clearing and they turned to see the doorman holding the cab door open for them. It took a few moments to disentangle themselves but they soon were out of the cab. Remy turned to pay the driver, while sending, *Get de key, chere, 'nd I meet ya at de elevator. We get where we wan' faster.*
Betsy turned and strode quickly to the desk, demanding her key. The clerk took one look at her dilated eyes and handed her the piece of metal, wishing it was him going up there. She had just pushed the button to summon the elevator when she felt strong arms wrap around her and Remy's bare chest pressed her bare back, revealed by her backless dress. He gave her a tight hug, stroking her stomach with his hands and Betsy reached over her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're belle, Betsy, inside 'nd out." His voice was soft against her ear as he pressed his lips against her temple. "Remy gonna make ya feel good."
"Already are." her fingers stoked his long hair and she leaned back so she could feel his arousal hard against her.
The elevator doors finally opened and the two of them immediately moved inside. The compartment was empty and Remy quickly hit the button for their floor. The doors closed and pressed his temple against hers, sending her images of what he wanted to do to her. Betsy's knees went week at the mental image of Remy lifting and pinning her against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could almost feel it and she began to whimper in need. "Remy...yes...now."
"Non" His voice was rough and his eyes were blazing, the red pupils dilated so large they seemed like bon fires. "First time wit' ya, Remy gonna do it right. Gonna put ya in de middle of de bed." His mind sent her images to match his words, his lust and affection pouring over her like physical things. "Gonna pull dat dress off ya nice 'nd slow." His hands continued exploring, learning her most sensitive spots. "Gonna taste ya, make ya shake." The elevator gave a short ping as the doors opened.
The two of them rushed to the door, slamming and locking it behind them before Remy swept her up into his arms. "Which room?"
"The closest one."
By chance it turned out to be the one Betsy had used earlier to change, however neither one of them noticed that. They were soon in the bed, Remy kissing her down into the soft mattress as his hands quickly unhooked the neck of her dress. Breaking the kiss, his mouth followed the dress down her body, finding all the right places, making Betsy arch against him in ecstasy. Reaching her stomach, he raised to a kneeling position to reach her shoes, removing them and throwing them to the side. He shrugged off his own shirt, much to Betsy's delight, then reached up, hooking his fingers in the waist of her dress and the elastic on her thong. She lifted her hips to help him remove the last of her clothing and he tossed it too the side.
He knelt between her thighs, his eyes devouring her body, and his hand actually trembled as he caressed her. "Tres belle, chere, perfect."
Her body shivered as his emotions and thought traveled through their link, telling her so much more than what he was saying, letting her reply with so much more in silence. He heard her silent plea and lowered his mouth to her skin once again. His wet mouth suckled at her breast as his fingers stroked her upper thighs, moving, teasingly, closer and closer to the apex. Betsy freed his hair from its ponytail and ran her fingers through the silken strands, rubbing it over his back and shoulders as she arched under his mouth.
She felt hot and wet and empty, and he was hard and aching, desiring to please her. His mouth moved down her body as his fingers drove her wild, caressing so close but not touching her where she was dying to be touched. Settling himself between her legs, he gently spread her with his fingers then lowered his head and sucked her clitoris between his lips.
Her hands clenched in his hair and she arched up against him with a loud cry. He lapped and sucked, pushing his fingers deep inside her as he worked over her clit before replacing his fingers with his tongue. Betsy's eyes were closed as she writhed under his touch, urging him on, burning to climax but trying to stave it off, make this ecstasy last, while his voice echoed through the telepathic link, telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she tasted, and she could feel how much he was enjoying it as she shivered under the assault of his mouth and fingers.
She was gasping for air, pressing up against him, closer and closer to the edge until. Her body tightened in ecstasy and she clutched at his heads and shoulders, crying out his name.
Shaking with aftershocks, she stroked his face, smiling. She wanted him inside her. He smiled up at her. "Want ta be inside ya too."
She felt his laughter more than heard it. The link was getting deeper. "Then what are we waiting for?"
He smiled at her before rolling off the bed and getting rid of the rest of his own clothes. Her eyes ran up and down his body and he let her look her fill, unashamed. He was perfectly proportioned, lean and muscled, clean hard lines that seemed to beg her to touch him. He smiled as he felt her admiration and crawled back onto the bed where she pulled him back into the cradle of her body. She could feel his need and it was almost painful, but he did not rush. He lay over her, kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth thoroughly, without hurry. His restraint and concern for her pushed her own emotions higher and she began squirming underneath him, needing him.
Feeling her hot and empty beneath him, he pulled back so he was braced on his elbows looking down at her. She looked at the condom package he held between two fingers as he asked, "Y'want ta put it on or Remy to do it?"
She lifted her head to press a kiss against his lips, pushing the package away. "I think we have been through enough physicals from Hank to do without."
"Non, not Remy. Hate physicals 'nd ain't had one in years."
"Remy..." Her mind was confused but her body was reminding her that they were already in the middle of something and that her curiosity could just shut up for awhile. His empathy was telling her that he was more than ready, his body a tautly drawn and needing and she was not any better off. "Give me that."
The package was quickly opened and used. He covered her mouth with his own again as he thrust into her waiting body. Betsy wrapped her legs around him, moaning into his mouth as he moved inside her. He felt so right in her and she could feel that is was the same for him. Their pleasure washed over them, combining and growing as he moved faster, pushing in deep and hard, their minds begging and praising and saying more than they realized. Her hips lifted to take in each thrust and the pressure inside her was almost painful when he broke the kiss abruptly, pressing his mouth against her shoulder and sucking at the skin. Her body immediately spasmed in ecstasy, clutching and clinging to his as he pushed deep inside her. His body was tense and straining against her as he found his release, but his mouth did not leave her skin, instead sucking even harder. Betsy screamed and her body spasmed even tighter as he continued his assault on one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, the intense pleasure and slight pain making it almost impossible to breath as her body felt like it exploded like she was launched into space and he was right there with her, holding her body, heart, and mind, tightly.
They collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard but completely relaxed. His face was nestled in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Betsy languidly stroked his back and shoulders, intermittently over his neck and collar bone. She could feel him falling towards sleep and she knew she would soon follow. He must have realized it too, because he rolled them over so he lay on his back and she was nestled against his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. "Y'want ta clean up or..."
"Sleep," She interrupted. "I have no interest in moving one inch which means you, as my pillow, have to stay still."
"Oui, madam." She could feel a small chuckle. "But, I gotta move f'r one t'ing."
Betsy was about to ask him what, when she saw him reaching down and removing the used condom from himself, dropping it into the trashcan beside the bed. "Ok, I can understand you had to do that but nothing more. I am comfortable." She lay on her side, her head on his shoulder, a leg over his stomach and a hand on his chest over his heart.
"Now ain't dat a coincidence, so is Remy." One arm curled around her, his fingers languidly stroking her bare hip as his other hand took hold of hers, entwining their fingers. Raising it to his lips, he place a soft kiss on the back before laying the clasped hands back on his heart. Laying his cheek against her hair, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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Author's note: I expect sodas and candies from Elizabeth Braddock-Grey. You got yer smut. (He he he) = P