SCENES
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
All right! Thanks to all the supporters, and keep the love coming!
I have yet another new favorite song, which this chapter will bee based on (In CLUBLIGHTS, it was Milkshake by Kelis). This one is Evanescence, MY IMMORTAL.
I'm glad you guys are feeing the work, I feel SO special! LOL
SECRETS
Leo's was a place the Mutant X team found themselves frequenting for the past two years. On their late night races from the GSA or just to handle a hangover, the dim little establishment became the closest to what most of them would know as home cooking. Here, the food wasn't quite so greasy and the drivers passing through didn't flirt so hard. It was a nostalgic slice of peace in their techno-industrial world. And where Emma and Shalimar found themselves.
The feral absently pushed at the glass of milk, watching faint white bubbles build and pop. Emma, on the other hand, dove into an ample piece of Cherry pie. But her eyes stayed on the blonde. Shalimar was looking for a place to start with this admittance of hers, and it was taking all of the psionic to not just give up and read her. Finally, she pushed back the glass.
"I have slept with Brennen."
"Thought so." Emma smirked, pushing the plate aside. "When?"
Shalimar sat back in the booth, looking like the biggest loser. Her eyes stayed down, as fingers tapped the table absently. Her lips did that signature cat-like curl as she continued. "A few months ago. After we had come back from the Wilderness Base Camp."(Who's Woods Are These: Season two).
Emma's mouth dropped in disbelief. "But, Shal, if that's true then-"
"He slept with me before Miranda." Her fist made the soft skin turn almost whiter that the Formica counter top. "I know."
Emma advanced cautiously knowing this kind of intrusion would only hurt her friend. "Do you WANT to talk about it?'
Shalimar looked up at her with clear brown pools. Fool of water, Emma thought. The tears were on standby. "Why not?"
It was after Adam had cured her from the virus the other feral- Michael had infected her with. A week or so had gone by, and Brennen sat with her almost everyday. Adam had finally let her move back to her room by then. And she was grateful for the seclusion of her own space.
"I was up one night." She started. "You guys had all gone on some supply run, so he and I were alone in the Rock (as they so lovingly called Sanctuary). We had been up talking about our abilities and mutations. I remembered that he kept playing with his COMM link. Some how, his curiosities made him look so young. His brows would raise up and his cheeks seemed so-puffy." The woman grinned. "What a trap that was."
She could still feel the sheets on her bed, cool against her stretched out legs. Brennen sat on the edge, leaning elbows on knees. He was lost in his action, flipping the ring absently between his fingers. Shalimar lay resting on her forearm watching him, and fighting so hard to stay awake. She didn't want the man to fade from her sight.
"Shal," he said still eyeing the ring. "What do you want to do tonight?"
Her smile curled as she traced circles on the dark bedspread. "What did you have in mind?"
His eyes flashed momentarily, before stealing a glance and her smirking face. The evil in his smile was consuming the handsome face. "What did YOU have in mind?"
"Nothing, Sparky. I'm still in pain a little bit."
He turned to lean over her, a detailed arm stabling against the mattress. "Should I call Adam?"
"No." she grinned. "Just bruised is all." The large hand brushed her hair softly, watching with genuine concern. "I won't break, Brennen."
"I know." She soon regretted her words, seeing that it made him pull back to his former position. The woman moved to sit up, wincing at the smart of her ribs. Brennen immediately placed both hands on her shoulders, pausing her. "Don't get up! What do you need?"
"Water." Her voice sounded needy, but he couldn't see the eyes dancing with danger.
"Okay," He whispered. "Lay back, I'll handle it."
"You say that to all the girls." She grinned.
"Just those who fall for It." he replied before heading into the kitchen. The woman waited, hearing his steps minutes later. This was going to be so much fun, she thought. Shalimar sat back against the headboard, almost sorry for lying to him about her 'injury'. She'd felt fine for days now and was relishing his attention. Brennen stepped back in, sitting down on the bed before handing her the glass.
"Thanks." She smirked. He grinned watching her sip the clear fluid. The elemental was being overprotective, and sat close, stroking her hair. Shalimar nearly grinned as fingers fumbled the glass.
"Jesus! Shal!" he jumped. The liquid immediately soaked through his shirt and jeans. She tried with all her might not to laugh, watching Brennen pull at the damp fabric.
"Geez, I'm sorry! It was an accident."
"I bet." He smirked before pulling off the shirt. That's more like it, she thought. Brennen stepped in her bathroom, returning with a towel.
"You better get out of those." She replied pointing to the pants. "Don't want any shrinkage."
Brennen smirked before holding up the damp shirt. "NOTHING shrinks on me, babe. Except maybe this shirt." His dark eyes looked defeated at one of his favorite items. Shalimar grinned as she curled up on the sheets. Watching him was about all her eyes could take right then. Brennen absently shook the garment before catching her gaze. "You're expecting a show?" he asked.
"Already got one."
The elemental dropped the fabric, before taking the glass from her. Cold liquid splashed on the blonde, making her squeal in a not-so attempted escape. "I knew you weren't still hurt." Brennen grinned, attempting to tickle the scurrying woman. Shalimar pulled from the bed, and backed up slowly, finally hitting the wall. Damp streaks of blonde curled absently around her shoulders and neck, clinging to her next action.
Brennen stretched out on the bed. His arms stretched amazingly to the ends of the headboard. He watched her intently, his mind obviously dancing with questions. Why does he look so good in my bed, she thought. Her eyes danced feverishly over 'that' body. Of course, she thought, because it's my bed.
"Are you coming over?' he asked stroking the pillow absently. "Or do you want me to come get you?" Shalimar leaned further into the wall in answer, her breathing quickened, and disbelieving the inevitable. "Fine," he said standing. "Your choice."
She leaned into the wall, watching Brennen slowly advance. Part of her did search for a way around him, but that was half-hearted. He was so dwarfing to her slender frame, and even now, her palms sat flat against the wall, trying to give her nails a place to dig. The dark man leaned over her, stroking the face with insistent fingers. Somehow, her tongue moved on its own sliding over the curve of his chest in dire exploration. Brennen brushed her hair before pulling the lips to his. They were so hungry for each other and desperate to end the 'tension' biting at them for so long. His palms planted against the wall, curling the thick arms on either side of her shoulders. Shalimar finally let go of the wall, falling into the one thing she was dying for, Brennen Mulray.
He pulled back, watching her with the softest look. Her eyes widened as he snatched her from the wall, sending her backwards into the bed. Shalimar hit the mattress, smirking and scared at the same time while the elemental moved over her. As if hearing her question, his lips replied. "That's as rough as it gets."
In the rush of entangled limbs and exploring lips, they lost it. Clothes pulled easily from each other's forms, and moans served as music to the empty room. At one moment, they did pause to look at each other, truly taking in the other's body. Shalimar gasped at the heat of muscles she'd known to be 'hands off' for so long. Brennen pulled her face back to his, kissing the parted lips slowly. "Are you sure?" he asked.
She could only watch as those lips proceeded to ravage her breasts, joined by insistently slow hands. Her eyes slipped closed before finding strength to speak. "Brennen?"
The man rose from his bounty, waiting silently for her words.
"Make love to me."
It was in the midst of her body's raging orgasm that she realized her heart was gone. The blonde tried not to dig nails into his flesh, knowing in some way she was putting her signature on the moment. The heat of him inside her had them both cursing between the syllable breakdowns of each other's name. Giving into a moment so tight in its intensity was making her light-headed; realization that she loved him sobered her up. Those lost hours gave way to her complete destruction. Her heart began to bleed watching the man pulsate in their conjoined release. She had done the one thing her heart knew it wouldn't be able to take. She'd given her love to an unobtainable man.
"I just got tired." She said absently sipping the milk. "I just finally wanted to feel him, know him in that way."
"And?" Emma asked, diving into another piece of pie.
The feral grinned in soft victory. "It was wonderful."
"And afterwards?"
"We were like that all the next day. Just wrapped up in each other. Just lost."
"But not quite like you are now." Emma stated. The feral made a face at the remark. "You found out about Miranda like the rest of us, didn't you? When he kissed her in front of everybody."
"Em, we were only together one time."
"Did you ever talk about it?"
"Yeah." The feral started. "There were no regrets, no apologies."
"You wrote it off as something that just happened?" the psionic snapped "That's bullshit! Why do that to yourself?"
Shalimar finally looked up at her friend. "Because, I did the one thing I detested- I became one of his -HAREM! I gave into a feral weakness, and told him just that."
"And he believed you." Emma interjected. "You brushed off your first time with the man you love as being in heat. Smart work, Shal."
"And why is that, Emma?" she snapped.
"Because, for the past several hours, you've been speaking as if he stepped all over you! Did it ever occur to you that MAYBE, he felt the same way? You had an opportunity to be honest with him just the way you've always wanted. And YOU fucked it up. Brennen reverted to his womanizing because he thought there was no chance for you and him. And you were he one to put that in his head!"
Shalimar smirked at her teammate, crossing her arms defensively at the woman. "Can't argue with you there."
Emma leaned across the table, grasping her friend's hand. Her voice immediately softened. "What scared you?"
"What else?" the blonde rolled her eyes. "Trust."
"In him?"
"No," she whispered. "I couldn't trust that I wouldn't lose him." Her eyes slipped closed as the tears came. "I couldn't trust not to lose him the way I lost Richard."
Now fit all fit for Emma. Being perceptive of all the facts had left her missing the obvious. Brennen was the feral's first attempt to move on since the loss of her love. The psionic could have slapped herself for not picking it up. She moved to speak, when the feral's brown eyes widened in disbelief. Emma watched before turning to face the direction of her gaze. The diner door swung open, letting cool air rush into the warm room, and in that air stood a dark man, stunning in his casual presentation. Emma felt the knot in her stomach, knowing her friend was dying to crawl away from her seat. My, God, the psionic thought. Brennen.
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
All right! Thanks to all the supporters, and keep the love coming!
I have yet another new favorite song, which this chapter will bee based on (In CLUBLIGHTS, it was Milkshake by Kelis). This one is Evanescence, MY IMMORTAL.
I'm glad you guys are feeing the work, I feel SO special! LOL
SECRETS
Leo's was a place the Mutant X team found themselves frequenting for the past two years. On their late night races from the GSA or just to handle a hangover, the dim little establishment became the closest to what most of them would know as home cooking. Here, the food wasn't quite so greasy and the drivers passing through didn't flirt so hard. It was a nostalgic slice of peace in their techno-industrial world. And where Emma and Shalimar found themselves.
The feral absently pushed at the glass of milk, watching faint white bubbles build and pop. Emma, on the other hand, dove into an ample piece of Cherry pie. But her eyes stayed on the blonde. Shalimar was looking for a place to start with this admittance of hers, and it was taking all of the psionic to not just give up and read her. Finally, she pushed back the glass.
"I have slept with Brennen."
"Thought so." Emma smirked, pushing the plate aside. "When?"
Shalimar sat back in the booth, looking like the biggest loser. Her eyes stayed down, as fingers tapped the table absently. Her lips did that signature cat-like curl as she continued. "A few months ago. After we had come back from the Wilderness Base Camp."(Who's Woods Are These: Season two).
Emma's mouth dropped in disbelief. "But, Shal, if that's true then-"
"He slept with me before Miranda." Her fist made the soft skin turn almost whiter that the Formica counter top. "I know."
Emma advanced cautiously knowing this kind of intrusion would only hurt her friend. "Do you WANT to talk about it?'
Shalimar looked up at her with clear brown pools. Fool of water, Emma thought. The tears were on standby. "Why not?"
It was after Adam had cured her from the virus the other feral- Michael had infected her with. A week or so had gone by, and Brennen sat with her almost everyday. Adam had finally let her move back to her room by then. And she was grateful for the seclusion of her own space.
"I was up one night." She started. "You guys had all gone on some supply run, so he and I were alone in the Rock (as they so lovingly called Sanctuary). We had been up talking about our abilities and mutations. I remembered that he kept playing with his COMM link. Some how, his curiosities made him look so young. His brows would raise up and his cheeks seemed so-puffy." The woman grinned. "What a trap that was."
She could still feel the sheets on her bed, cool against her stretched out legs. Brennen sat on the edge, leaning elbows on knees. He was lost in his action, flipping the ring absently between his fingers. Shalimar lay resting on her forearm watching him, and fighting so hard to stay awake. She didn't want the man to fade from her sight.
"Shal," he said still eyeing the ring. "What do you want to do tonight?"
Her smile curled as she traced circles on the dark bedspread. "What did you have in mind?"
His eyes flashed momentarily, before stealing a glance and her smirking face. The evil in his smile was consuming the handsome face. "What did YOU have in mind?"
"Nothing, Sparky. I'm still in pain a little bit."
He turned to lean over her, a detailed arm stabling against the mattress. "Should I call Adam?"
"No." she grinned. "Just bruised is all." The large hand brushed her hair softly, watching with genuine concern. "I won't break, Brennen."
"I know." She soon regretted her words, seeing that it made him pull back to his former position. The woman moved to sit up, wincing at the smart of her ribs. Brennen immediately placed both hands on her shoulders, pausing her. "Don't get up! What do you need?"
"Water." Her voice sounded needy, but he couldn't see the eyes dancing with danger.
"Okay," He whispered. "Lay back, I'll handle it."
"You say that to all the girls." She grinned.
"Just those who fall for It." he replied before heading into the kitchen. The woman waited, hearing his steps minutes later. This was going to be so much fun, she thought. Shalimar sat back against the headboard, almost sorry for lying to him about her 'injury'. She'd felt fine for days now and was relishing his attention. Brennen stepped back in, sitting down on the bed before handing her the glass.
"Thanks." She smirked. He grinned watching her sip the clear fluid. The elemental was being overprotective, and sat close, stroking her hair. Shalimar nearly grinned as fingers fumbled the glass.
"Jesus! Shal!" he jumped. The liquid immediately soaked through his shirt and jeans. She tried with all her might not to laugh, watching Brennen pull at the damp fabric.
"Geez, I'm sorry! It was an accident."
"I bet." He smirked before pulling off the shirt. That's more like it, she thought. Brennen stepped in her bathroom, returning with a towel.
"You better get out of those." She replied pointing to the pants. "Don't want any shrinkage."
Brennen smirked before holding up the damp shirt. "NOTHING shrinks on me, babe. Except maybe this shirt." His dark eyes looked defeated at one of his favorite items. Shalimar grinned as she curled up on the sheets. Watching him was about all her eyes could take right then. Brennen absently shook the garment before catching her gaze. "You're expecting a show?" he asked.
"Already got one."
The elemental dropped the fabric, before taking the glass from her. Cold liquid splashed on the blonde, making her squeal in a not-so attempted escape. "I knew you weren't still hurt." Brennen grinned, attempting to tickle the scurrying woman. Shalimar pulled from the bed, and backed up slowly, finally hitting the wall. Damp streaks of blonde curled absently around her shoulders and neck, clinging to her next action.
Brennen stretched out on the bed. His arms stretched amazingly to the ends of the headboard. He watched her intently, his mind obviously dancing with questions. Why does he look so good in my bed, she thought. Her eyes danced feverishly over 'that' body. Of course, she thought, because it's my bed.
"Are you coming over?' he asked stroking the pillow absently. "Or do you want me to come get you?" Shalimar leaned further into the wall in answer, her breathing quickened, and disbelieving the inevitable. "Fine," he said standing. "Your choice."
She leaned into the wall, watching Brennen slowly advance. Part of her did search for a way around him, but that was half-hearted. He was so dwarfing to her slender frame, and even now, her palms sat flat against the wall, trying to give her nails a place to dig. The dark man leaned over her, stroking the face with insistent fingers. Somehow, her tongue moved on its own sliding over the curve of his chest in dire exploration. Brennen brushed her hair before pulling the lips to his. They were so hungry for each other and desperate to end the 'tension' biting at them for so long. His palms planted against the wall, curling the thick arms on either side of her shoulders. Shalimar finally let go of the wall, falling into the one thing she was dying for, Brennen Mulray.
He pulled back, watching her with the softest look. Her eyes widened as he snatched her from the wall, sending her backwards into the bed. Shalimar hit the mattress, smirking and scared at the same time while the elemental moved over her. As if hearing her question, his lips replied. "That's as rough as it gets."
In the rush of entangled limbs and exploring lips, they lost it. Clothes pulled easily from each other's forms, and moans served as music to the empty room. At one moment, they did pause to look at each other, truly taking in the other's body. Shalimar gasped at the heat of muscles she'd known to be 'hands off' for so long. Brennen pulled her face back to his, kissing the parted lips slowly. "Are you sure?" he asked.
She could only watch as those lips proceeded to ravage her breasts, joined by insistently slow hands. Her eyes slipped closed before finding strength to speak. "Brennen?"
The man rose from his bounty, waiting silently for her words.
"Make love to me."
It was in the midst of her body's raging orgasm that she realized her heart was gone. The blonde tried not to dig nails into his flesh, knowing in some way she was putting her signature on the moment. The heat of him inside her had them both cursing between the syllable breakdowns of each other's name. Giving into a moment so tight in its intensity was making her light-headed; realization that she loved him sobered her up. Those lost hours gave way to her complete destruction. Her heart began to bleed watching the man pulsate in their conjoined release. She had done the one thing her heart knew it wouldn't be able to take. She'd given her love to an unobtainable man.
"I just got tired." She said absently sipping the milk. "I just finally wanted to feel him, know him in that way."
"And?" Emma asked, diving into another piece of pie.
The feral grinned in soft victory. "It was wonderful."
"And afterwards?"
"We were like that all the next day. Just wrapped up in each other. Just lost."
"But not quite like you are now." Emma stated. The feral made a face at the remark. "You found out about Miranda like the rest of us, didn't you? When he kissed her in front of everybody."
"Em, we were only together one time."
"Did you ever talk about it?"
"Yeah." The feral started. "There were no regrets, no apologies."
"You wrote it off as something that just happened?" the psionic snapped "That's bullshit! Why do that to yourself?"
Shalimar finally looked up at her friend. "Because, I did the one thing I detested- I became one of his -HAREM! I gave into a feral weakness, and told him just that."
"And he believed you." Emma interjected. "You brushed off your first time with the man you love as being in heat. Smart work, Shal."
"And why is that, Emma?" she snapped.
"Because, for the past several hours, you've been speaking as if he stepped all over you! Did it ever occur to you that MAYBE, he felt the same way? You had an opportunity to be honest with him just the way you've always wanted. And YOU fucked it up. Brennen reverted to his womanizing because he thought there was no chance for you and him. And you were he one to put that in his head!"
Shalimar smirked at her teammate, crossing her arms defensively at the woman. "Can't argue with you there."
Emma leaned across the table, grasping her friend's hand. Her voice immediately softened. "What scared you?"
"What else?" the blonde rolled her eyes. "Trust."
"In him?"
"No," she whispered. "I couldn't trust that I wouldn't lose him." Her eyes slipped closed as the tears came. "I couldn't trust not to lose him the way I lost Richard."
Now fit all fit for Emma. Being perceptive of all the facts had left her missing the obvious. Brennen was the feral's first attempt to move on since the loss of her love. The psionic could have slapped herself for not picking it up. She moved to speak, when the feral's brown eyes widened in disbelief. Emma watched before turning to face the direction of her gaze. The diner door swung open, letting cool air rush into the warm room, and in that air stood a dark man, stunning in his casual presentation. Emma felt the knot in her stomach, knowing her friend was dying to crawl away from her seat. My, God, the psionic thought. Brennen.