Chapter 18
The wind whipped through the pair's long hair as they sped through the night. The link between them was still open and the thrill of speeding around dark curves was doubled by being shared. Betsy pressed closer against Remy's warm back, breathing deep the smell of leather from his worn coat, smiling as his body tensed, feeling the pleasure she was taking from his nearness. A picture of the two of them watching movies and eating popcorn popped into her head, carrying the feeling of contentment with it.
*Sounds good. However, the theatres are closed by now.*
*Oui, but der still video stores 'nd hotels. Or we could do somet'ing else.*
Betsy smiled at his offer. She knew he was aroused by her closeness, could feel his desire across the link, but he was till giving her a choice. Of course, it was a safe bet for him since, she was sure, he could feel her desire growing from being pressed against his body. Her hands were remembering the feel of his smooth skin moving over hard muscle and she remembered the taste of him...
*Better watch it, chere, we gonna wreck you keep dat up.*
His amusement flowed through her, causing her to smile as she realized he'd been more than aware of her thoughts. *I think the movie idea is quite nice.*
They soon pulled into a Blockbuster and walked inside, hand in hand. Strolling up and down the aisles, they cheerfully argued over movies with Remy quickly vetoing anything that had been shown on Lifetime and Betsy immediately pushing him past the Playboy section. They finally agreed on some good action movies and grabbed several bags of microwave popcorn and bottles of soda before heading up to the register, arms around each other's waists. Standing in line, Betsy looked around, noticing several people look over at them and she smiled.
Placing a hand along Remy's jaw, she gently pulled him down for a kiss. *Show me.*
He pulled her close, kissing her passionately as he opened the link further, feeding her the feelings he was picking up around them. There were the dark feelings of envy and the brightness of lust swirling around her but, through it all, was the steadiness of Remy's feelings, anchoring her with his affection and concern. Betsy pressed closer against him, her hands buried in his soft hair, one leg wrapping around his, carressing his calf with the side of her foot.
Remy pulled back, breaking the kiss and turning the link down to almost none, surprising Betsy. She would have fallen but his arm was still around her tightly as he leaned down and pressed their foreheads together. *We gotta tone down 'til we get to de hotel.*
*Why, we were not bothering anybody.* She was sure Remy could feel her humor as she continued, *Actually, I think they will be disappointed we stopped.*
*Some. But we makin' some real unhappy. Don' wan' trouble.*
Betsy smiled in amused disbelief. She had not felt any negativity. Even the envy had not been hurtful and she was about to tell him so when something occured to her. *You were blocking some.*
Remy's lack of response was all the answer she needed.
*You are blocking the negative emotions.*
He pulled back and stared into her eyes, his face serious. *Oui. Ya don' need ta feel dat.*
Betsy broke eye contact long enough to realize the line had advanced without them and they quickly moved forward. Inside she was considering what he had said. After the club, she had wondered why he tried to lock away his empathy. She had enjoyed the feelings surrounding her. Thinking back, though, he had said that the negative emotions at the mansion hurt and she looked at him with sympathy. He was trying not to hurt her while giving her what she asked and she was beginning to see why he locked himself away so much. Even someone's disappointment over not receiving a letter must be painful for him to be around and life was full of disappointments, large and small.
Remy, sensing her mood, smiled down at her and kissed her lightly on the nose. *Stop dat. No wastin' de night by bein' sad.*pressed tightly against his side, pushing the dismal thoughts out of her head. Time enough for that later.
Once outside, Remy stowed the tapes and snacks in the bike's saddle bags and they were off to find a nice hotel. They finally found one and quickly settled themselves side by side, Betsy's head pillowed on his shoulder, as the movie began.
The only light in the room was from the t.v. and the darkness and the comfort of her position soon had her falling asleep. She never saw the end of the movie as she closed her eyes, letting the hand softly rubbing her back relax her into sleep.
When Betsy woke up later, the t.v. was still the only light in the room and the sound was on low. Remy's arm was still wrapped around her while his other hand lay across his stomach, holding the remote control loosely. His breathing was deep and even, telling her he had fallen asleep also. Looking up into his sleeping face, she noticed how much younger he looked when asleep, the usual wariness in his face relaxed and she gently reached up to trace his features. Her fingertips caressed his soft lips and they parted softly under her touch. Trailing light touches up his face, she softly stroked his dark hair away from his face before reaching up and tasting those softly parted lips.
He tasted as good as she remembered and she continued to softly stroke his face as she pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"Mmm, chere." His eyes opened slowly and he stared into her eyes with affection and a quiet happiness.
Cupping her face, he brought their lips together once again, his tongue softly licking her lips, asking for entrance which she immediately allowed. They slowly tasted each other, tongues wrestling and exploring as his hand slowly petted her from shoulder to knee. Wrapping his hands around her thigh, just above her knee, he softly pulled her leg up over his waist. If she shifted a few inches over, she would be straddling him and she quickly moved those few inches. Burying her hands in his long auburn hair, she kept him prisoner as she kissed him hard, passion burning in her veins and filling her mind as the link opened wide once again.
His hands wrapped around her sides, stroking up and down, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breast with each pass, moving forward until they began to massage her aching nipples. Her cry of pleasure was swallowed by his hungry mouth. Her hips rubbed over his erection, seeking the friction she needed so desperately and his pleasure spiked through her as he rubbed his groin against hers, seeking more as well. The image of them their clothes being removed flashed between them, though neither could say who had sent it. It was what they both wanted and they quickly went about getting it.
Betsy stared down into his fiery eyes as they broke apart , breathing hard. Remy's clever hands already had her blouse unbuttoned and he was pushing it down her arms slowly, his burning gaze almost a physical touch as his gaze roamed her exposed body, as he dropped the material off the bed.. Betsy tugged at the hem of his shirt forcing him to sit up and his hands began to immediately work on the clasp of her bra before he was forced to release her long enough to pull his arms and head out of the shirt which was then tossed to the side, her bra following soon after.
Remy's hands immediately cupped her exposed breasts, suckling and Betsy gripped at his head and shoulders, arching her body against his hot mouth. She ground herself against his erection in frustration and she could feel as well as hear his growl of pained arousal. He lay back and began to work on removing her pants, luckily their shoes had been taken off before the movie. After some desperate squirming a steadying hand and thanks for training that had left both of them very limber, they managed to get the last of their clothes removed without Betsy leaving her position over his hips.
His hands stroked over her body, rubbing her nipples, teasing her clit, and pressing the condom package into her palm. She quickly rolled it over him, as he continued to touch and tease her body and mind. His hands and empathy stoking the burning desire inside her into a bonfire and she was almost shaking with need as she lifted her hips and guided herself over him, taking him inside her.
Remy arched in pleasure as he felt hot and tight around him, his hands gripping her hips desperately. "Chere!"
Betsy began to rock her hips over him, reveling in the feeling building inside her and his pleasure pouring over her. Her hands roamed his chest, memorizing its contours before she reached back, massaging his sac and causing him to buck underneath her, his last threads of control breaking as he reached up to stroke her face. She tilted her head and took his fingers into her mouth sucking on them as she massaged his thighs and the sensitive skin around his balls, breaking his last threads of control and his release hit her hard and fast. Color bursts formed behind her eyelids as her entire body tightened almost painfully in ecstasy that just kept coming, flowing through her to him and back again until their was nothing but the two of them joined in body and mind in pleasure.
The wind whipped through the pair's long hair as they sped through the night. The link between them was still open and the thrill of speeding around dark curves was doubled by being shared. Betsy pressed closer against Remy's warm back, breathing deep the smell of leather from his worn coat, smiling as his body tensed, feeling the pleasure she was taking from his nearness. A picture of the two of them watching movies and eating popcorn popped into her head, carrying the feeling of contentment with it.
*Sounds good. However, the theatres are closed by now.*
*Oui, but der still video stores 'nd hotels. Or we could do somet'ing else.*
Betsy smiled at his offer. She knew he was aroused by her closeness, could feel his desire across the link, but he was till giving her a choice. Of course, it was a safe bet for him since, she was sure, he could feel her desire growing from being pressed against his body. Her hands were remembering the feel of his smooth skin moving over hard muscle and she remembered the taste of him...
*Better watch it, chere, we gonna wreck you keep dat up.*
His amusement flowed through her, causing her to smile as she realized he'd been more than aware of her thoughts. *I think the movie idea is quite nice.*
They soon pulled into a Blockbuster and walked inside, hand in hand. Strolling up and down the aisles, they cheerfully argued over movies with Remy quickly vetoing anything that had been shown on Lifetime and Betsy immediately pushing him past the Playboy section. They finally agreed on some good action movies and grabbed several bags of microwave popcorn and bottles of soda before heading up to the register, arms around each other's waists. Standing in line, Betsy looked around, noticing several people look over at them and she smiled.
Placing a hand along Remy's jaw, she gently pulled him down for a kiss. *Show me.*
He pulled her close, kissing her passionately as he opened the link further, feeding her the feelings he was picking up around them. There were the dark feelings of envy and the brightness of lust swirling around her but, through it all, was the steadiness of Remy's feelings, anchoring her with his affection and concern. Betsy pressed closer against him, her hands buried in his soft hair, one leg wrapping around his, carressing his calf with the side of her foot.
Remy pulled back, breaking the kiss and turning the link down to almost none, surprising Betsy. She would have fallen but his arm was still around her tightly as he leaned down and pressed their foreheads together. *We gotta tone down 'til we get to de hotel.*
*Why, we were not bothering anybody.* She was sure Remy could feel her humor as she continued, *Actually, I think they will be disappointed we stopped.*
*Some. But we makin' some real unhappy. Don' wan' trouble.*
Betsy smiled in amused disbelief. She had not felt any negativity. Even the envy had not been hurtful and she was about to tell him so when something occured to her. *You were blocking some.*
Remy's lack of response was all the answer she needed.
*You are blocking the negative emotions.*
He pulled back and stared into her eyes, his face serious. *Oui. Ya don' need ta feel dat.*
Betsy broke eye contact long enough to realize the line had advanced without them and they quickly moved forward. Inside she was considering what he had said. After the club, she had wondered why he tried to lock away his empathy. She had enjoyed the feelings surrounding her. Thinking back, though, he had said that the negative emotions at the mansion hurt and she looked at him with sympathy. He was trying not to hurt her while giving her what she asked and she was beginning to see why he locked himself away so much. Even someone's disappointment over not receiving a letter must be painful for him to be around and life was full of disappointments, large and small.
Remy, sensing her mood, smiled down at her and kissed her lightly on the nose. *Stop dat. No wastin' de night by bein' sad.*pressed tightly against his side, pushing the dismal thoughts out of her head. Time enough for that later.
Once outside, Remy stowed the tapes and snacks in the bike's saddle bags and they were off to find a nice hotel. They finally found one and quickly settled themselves side by side, Betsy's head pillowed on his shoulder, as the movie began.
The only light in the room was from the t.v. and the darkness and the comfort of her position soon had her falling asleep. She never saw the end of the movie as she closed her eyes, letting the hand softly rubbing her back relax her into sleep.
When Betsy woke up later, the t.v. was still the only light in the room and the sound was on low. Remy's arm was still wrapped around her while his other hand lay across his stomach, holding the remote control loosely. His breathing was deep and even, telling her he had fallen asleep also. Looking up into his sleeping face, she noticed how much younger he looked when asleep, the usual wariness in his face relaxed and she gently reached up to trace his features. Her fingertips caressed his soft lips and they parted softly under her touch. Trailing light touches up his face, she softly stroked his dark hair away from his face before reaching up and tasting those softly parted lips.
He tasted as good as she remembered and she continued to softly stroke his face as she pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"Mmm, chere." His eyes opened slowly and he stared into her eyes with affection and a quiet happiness.
Cupping her face, he brought their lips together once again, his tongue softly licking her lips, asking for entrance which she immediately allowed. They slowly tasted each other, tongues wrestling and exploring as his hand slowly petted her from shoulder to knee. Wrapping his hands around her thigh, just above her knee, he softly pulled her leg up over his waist. If she shifted a few inches over, she would be straddling him and she quickly moved those few inches. Burying her hands in his long auburn hair, she kept him prisoner as she kissed him hard, passion burning in her veins and filling her mind as the link opened wide once again.
His hands wrapped around her sides, stroking up and down, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breast with each pass, moving forward until they began to massage her aching nipples. Her cry of pleasure was swallowed by his hungry mouth. Her hips rubbed over his erection, seeking the friction she needed so desperately and his pleasure spiked through her as he rubbed his groin against hers, seeking more as well. The image of them their clothes being removed flashed between them, though neither could say who had sent it. It was what they both wanted and they quickly went about getting it.
Betsy stared down into his fiery eyes as they broke apart , breathing hard. Remy's clever hands already had her blouse unbuttoned and he was pushing it down her arms slowly, his burning gaze almost a physical touch as his gaze roamed her exposed body, as he dropped the material off the bed.. Betsy tugged at the hem of his shirt forcing him to sit up and his hands began to immediately work on the clasp of her bra before he was forced to release her long enough to pull his arms and head out of the shirt which was then tossed to the side, her bra following soon after.
Remy's hands immediately cupped her exposed breasts, suckling and Betsy gripped at his head and shoulders, arching her body against his hot mouth. She ground herself against his erection in frustration and she could feel as well as hear his growl of pained arousal. He lay back and began to work on removing her pants, luckily their shoes had been taken off before the movie. After some desperate squirming a steadying hand and thanks for training that had left both of them very limber, they managed to get the last of their clothes removed without Betsy leaving her position over his hips.
His hands stroked over her body, rubbing her nipples, teasing her clit, and pressing the condom package into her palm. She quickly rolled it over him, as he continued to touch and tease her body and mind. His hands and empathy stoking the burning desire inside her into a bonfire and she was almost shaking with need as she lifted her hips and guided herself over him, taking him inside her.
Remy arched in pleasure as he felt hot and tight around him, his hands gripping her hips desperately. "Chere!"
Betsy began to rock her hips over him, reveling in the feeling building inside her and his pleasure pouring over her. Her hands roamed his chest, memorizing its contours before she reached back, massaging his sac and causing him to buck underneath her, his last threads of control breaking as he reached up to stroke her face. She tilted her head and took his fingers into her mouth sucking on them as she massaged his thighs and the sensitive skin around his balls, breaking his last threads of control and his release hit her hard and fast. Color bursts formed behind her eyelids as her entire body tightened almost painfully in ecstasy that just kept coming, flowing through her to him and back again until their was nothing but the two of them joined in body and mind in pleasure.