ONCE INSIDE
DISCAIMER: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
He waited another day.
The elemental now sat in the cool of the room, pondering the possibilities in his head. He had spoken to Jesse, finding him in the garage after leaving Shalimar's room. In a calm finality, the molecular already knew Brennen would stay with the team. There was no reason to doubt it in the first place.
"Hey, man, you found a home here." The blonde said. "If you know what that means, then you know what it's worth." And the elemental now understood both all too well. Now, in his view was the one thing he had to confront. That thing that had him wrapped up in the honey-colored woman who'd brought him to Sanctuary in the first place. And she lay sleeping before his eyes.
He couldn't explain why he waited all day, but the man had found himself entering her room around midnight. Jordan was already sprawled across the dark sheets, lost in the tangle of her skimpy nightgown. Brennen sat on her desk with his feet resting in the chair, watching. He knew she'd watched him this way so many times in the safe house. Part of him could see how one could be content to just look at the object of their affection, especially when they could be at such peace.
Jordan moved onto her back, extending against the mattress. Her long legs stretched all to invitingly, teasing the man with their curves. Brennen ran a nervous hand through his hair, his eyes still on her. He knew he had to act at sometime, and stood. The large fingers found themselves pulling off his dark shirt, before moving towards the bed. His boots easily kicked off, letting him slide into the sheets. She didn't move.
The warmth of such smooth skin nearly had him high. And large fingers ran through the long ebony ropes lost in their silkiness. Even if Jordan woke up and killed him, he at least could say he felt her. His physical raced ahead of his mind, letting warm lips brush the exposed neck, and slender lips. Every part of him could have melted right then.
The response of hands sobered him partially. They moved intently, sliding along the highway of his spine and nerves. Now her eyes opened, reflecting an ebony silhouette of his image in return. Lips dived into each other, hungry for an introduction.
Her touch was dizzying to him, seeming to leave the softest trail of heat on his skin. Why have I waited so long for this? He thought. Why did he wait so long to admit the one thing that seemed to hold him together for months? Even in the fury of his thoughts, she reached him, sliding the curious fingers down his neck and chest, intent on riding the solid curves. "You always sneak into a girl's room?" she whispered.
Brennen smirked breathless as their foreheads touched. Her scent alone was driving him crazy. "Just yours."
"Ah," she grinned stroking his hair. "I have a stalker now."
"Let's call it a body guard." His reply emphasized with a large hand rolling over her hip.
"Hum. I thought you said we needed to talk?"
"I am talking." His voice grumbled between teeth pulling down the strap of her nightgown. The woman eyed him, both with restraint and obvious desire. Still, his hand rubbed into the flat of her stomach, certain of pulling off the skimpy fabric. Hers stopped him.
"I think we owe each other some answers, Brennen."
"We do."
She withdrew from the hungry man, her body screaming at the betrayal of her mind. "Sex doesn't solve everything."
"How about love making?" He grinned evilly. Jordan couldn't help but laugh at the man, who now moved to sit beside her. His lips brushed her shoulder gently, as eyes searched her face.
"You start." She said.
Brennen leaned against the headboard, exhaling gently. "I wouldn't know where to begin really."
Her eyes searched him, trying to find that place as well. Soft fingers interlinked with the man's, attempting some point of beginning. "I don't know either." Her face looked away, searching for anything to say, just as his did. "How do you really feel?"
"About you?" he asked softly. The woman's nod made her look so young to him. "I can't explain it. It's there and so intense. So freakin' consuming."
"More than physical?" she more so stated then asked. Brennen looked at Jordan, his eyes wide with realization.
"Much more."
"I won't ask you to make promises to me." She started.
"I think I should have made promises to begin with. There at least should have been honesty about what was going on, be it only in our heads."
"What about that?" The woman gestured to his heart. Brennen watched her fingers before returning to her face.
"You already had that." Her eyes flashed at that. Brennen leaned in close to her, wrapping his detailed arms around the woman. "And I owe you an apology."
"No you don't."
"I do," His whisper brushed the sensitive skin of her ear, sending a tremor threw the sultry curves. "I never meant to hurt-"
The fingers brushed his lips, gently pausing his voice. "We had no real idea of what was going on with the other. No should've, would've. Could've. Okay?"
"Alright." His finger traced against the curve of her chest, purposely increasing the woman's heartbeat. "But I will make it up to you."
"And I, you." She leaned into his warmth.
"Alright then." He exhaled, watching the slender fingers trace his denim covered thigh. "No more secrets, no more lies."
Her lips interrupted his, sending the sweetest current through his. Fingers wrapped into the other's hair slowly. As bodies begged to be educated on one another. There. In the warmth of skin and sheets, he lost his heart to the woman who'd stolen it moths ago. "No more words," Jordan whispered. Brennen fell back on the bed under the pressure of her push. Returning them into the sweet entanglement of the dark room. "At least not now."
DISCAIMER: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
He waited another day.
The elemental now sat in the cool of the room, pondering the possibilities in his head. He had spoken to Jesse, finding him in the garage after leaving Shalimar's room. In a calm finality, the molecular already knew Brennen would stay with the team. There was no reason to doubt it in the first place.
"Hey, man, you found a home here." The blonde said. "If you know what that means, then you know what it's worth." And the elemental now understood both all too well. Now, in his view was the one thing he had to confront. That thing that had him wrapped up in the honey-colored woman who'd brought him to Sanctuary in the first place. And she lay sleeping before his eyes.
He couldn't explain why he waited all day, but the man had found himself entering her room around midnight. Jordan was already sprawled across the dark sheets, lost in the tangle of her skimpy nightgown. Brennen sat on her desk with his feet resting in the chair, watching. He knew she'd watched him this way so many times in the safe house. Part of him could see how one could be content to just look at the object of their affection, especially when they could be at such peace.
Jordan moved onto her back, extending against the mattress. Her long legs stretched all to invitingly, teasing the man with their curves. Brennen ran a nervous hand through his hair, his eyes still on her. He knew he had to act at sometime, and stood. The large fingers found themselves pulling off his dark shirt, before moving towards the bed. His boots easily kicked off, letting him slide into the sheets. She didn't move.
The warmth of such smooth skin nearly had him high. And large fingers ran through the long ebony ropes lost in their silkiness. Even if Jordan woke up and killed him, he at least could say he felt her. His physical raced ahead of his mind, letting warm lips brush the exposed neck, and slender lips. Every part of him could have melted right then.
The response of hands sobered him partially. They moved intently, sliding along the highway of his spine and nerves. Now her eyes opened, reflecting an ebony silhouette of his image in return. Lips dived into each other, hungry for an introduction.
Her touch was dizzying to him, seeming to leave the softest trail of heat on his skin. Why have I waited so long for this? He thought. Why did he wait so long to admit the one thing that seemed to hold him together for months? Even in the fury of his thoughts, she reached him, sliding the curious fingers down his neck and chest, intent on riding the solid curves. "You always sneak into a girl's room?" she whispered.
Brennen smirked breathless as their foreheads touched. Her scent alone was driving him crazy. "Just yours."
"Ah," she grinned stroking his hair. "I have a stalker now."
"Let's call it a body guard." His reply emphasized with a large hand rolling over her hip.
"Hum. I thought you said we needed to talk?"
"I am talking." His voice grumbled between teeth pulling down the strap of her nightgown. The woman eyed him, both with restraint and obvious desire. Still, his hand rubbed into the flat of her stomach, certain of pulling off the skimpy fabric. Hers stopped him.
"I think we owe each other some answers, Brennen."
"We do."
She withdrew from the hungry man, her body screaming at the betrayal of her mind. "Sex doesn't solve everything."
"How about love making?" He grinned evilly. Jordan couldn't help but laugh at the man, who now moved to sit beside her. His lips brushed her shoulder gently, as eyes searched her face.
"You start." She said.
Brennen leaned against the headboard, exhaling gently. "I wouldn't know where to begin really."
Her eyes searched him, trying to find that place as well. Soft fingers interlinked with the man's, attempting some point of beginning. "I don't know either." Her face looked away, searching for anything to say, just as his did. "How do you really feel?"
"About you?" he asked softly. The woman's nod made her look so young to him. "I can't explain it. It's there and so intense. So freakin' consuming."
"More than physical?" she more so stated then asked. Brennen looked at Jordan, his eyes wide with realization.
"Much more."
"I won't ask you to make promises to me." She started.
"I think I should have made promises to begin with. There at least should have been honesty about what was going on, be it only in our heads."
"What about that?" The woman gestured to his heart. Brennen watched her fingers before returning to her face.
"You already had that." Her eyes flashed at that. Brennen leaned in close to her, wrapping his detailed arms around the woman. "And I owe you an apology."
"No you don't."
"I do," His whisper brushed the sensitive skin of her ear, sending a tremor threw the sultry curves. "I never meant to hurt-"
The fingers brushed his lips, gently pausing his voice. "We had no real idea of what was going on with the other. No should've, would've. Could've. Okay?"
"Alright." His finger traced against the curve of her chest, purposely increasing the woman's heartbeat. "But I will make it up to you."
"And I, you." She leaned into his warmth.
"Alright then." He exhaled, watching the slender fingers trace his denim covered thigh. "No more secrets, no more lies."
Her lips interrupted his, sending the sweetest current through his. Fingers wrapped into the other's hair slowly. As bodies begged to be educated on one another. There. In the warmth of skin and sheets, he lost his heart to the woman who'd stolen it moths ago. "No more words," Jordan whispered. Brennen fell back on the bed under the pressure of her push. Returning them into the sweet entanglement of the dark room. "At least not now."