SCENES
Disclaimer: M-X, don't own them. Enjoy!
FIRST OFF: I'm not spoiling it for anyone, but the new episode of Mutant X "HAND OF GOD" is very interesting. There's major B/S in it, as well as one 'scene' were the feral has to carry Brennen (so unbelievable, it's funny).
And to all the loyal readers who love my 'cliffhangers', maybe it's time you got a full dose, so here we go. Take it slowly, so you don't choke. ^_^
Again, based on Evanesence "MY IMMORTAL" and one you guys may not know: Floetry "IT'S GETTING LATE." Listen to it, and you'll understand!
NOTHING BUT THE NIGHT
Emma was almost proud of herself, especially when the feral came back into the diner to drag her out. Shalimar could not stop grinning as she loaded the psionic into her SUV. On the road, Emma broke the silence. "I take it, things went well."
"Yeah!" the blonde smiled.
"And?"
"Emma, you've done your part-now butt out!"
The redhead sat back on the seat, watching her friend. "I think, I'll take that as a complement."
"I guess I should thank you." The feral said eyeing the road. "I'll make it up to you eventually."
"Don't worry, just mark it off all the ones I owe you."
"Done."
"SO," the woman asked as they flew down the highway. "Where are we going?"
"Sanctuary." The feral said, almost bursting into another smile. "We're going home."
In the dark grey of the garage, the women sat. They'd been there for fifteen minutes or so, just waiting for the feral's nerves to come back. The rush home had been fueled by adrenaline, or desire-maybe a little of both. Emma could see her breathing steadily, but intensely. The woman was still scared.
"Either way, you look at it, you have to go through that door." She whispered.
"I know." She replied. "It's just knowing what's on the other side that has me-I'm just nervous."
"Because of Sparky." Emma smirked, wanting to end her teammates tension. "He's just a man."
Shalimar's eyes danced. "What a man."
"I'd offer to go with you, but he's already got my murder planned." The psionic grinned. "I will watch you go to the door. And if you run, I'll have the engine started so we can dash."
"NO, you won't. You'd rather lock me out and trap me with him."
"Like you'd mind."
Shalimar smiled at her insistent friend, moving to hug her. "No, I wouldn't."
The light from the door silenced them. It the opening passage, Brennen stepped into the garage, eyeing their SUV. The man leaned against the doorway, in jeans and a dark shirt. His arms folded in the mix of shadow and light, leaving the overt curves highlighted in gold. Shalimar knew it was now or never. "Wait till we're inside?" she asked Emma.
"Of course." The redhead smiled as the feral climbed out of the automobile. Instantly, her and Brennen's eyes met. Geez, I just need popcorn, Emma thought. The blonde walked towards him slowly, needing to steady herself for the moment. It was then that Brennen moved off the wall, coming to stand in front of her. There in the mix of shadow and gold light, the two embraced, as they should have so long ago. Emma could make out Shalimar's body shuddering from crying, while Brennen pulled her close. Knowing the door would cause that damned beeping, she gently rolled down the window to listen in.
"I know you're scared, Shal." He kissed the top of her head as her face buried into his chest. "We go as fast or slow as you want." The woman was silent right then, losing herself in the sweet grip of his arms. She could feel the fingers stroking her hair, intent on bringing her comfort. It was then that it hit her, that entire night she had said everything but the obvious.
"Brennen," her head lifted to look at the dark man, as he watched for her question. "Brennen, I love you." The man grinned at her, knowing she needed to hear his words as well.
"I love you, too, Shal." Their kiss was patient in its intensity, pulling them both into a storm of surrender. Brennen reluctantly pulled back, taking her hands into his. "Come on." He grinned, leading her into Sanctuary. "It's getting late."
Emma watched as her teammates moved into the warm lights of Sanctuary. Her eyes were almost misty as she climbed from the Jeep. Finally, she thought, before walking towards Sanctuary's second entrance. This had been an eventful night.
The light was the first thing to hit her sensitive eyes, tender from a mix of tears and lack of sleep. Her fingers snapped her mind back into its active state. Rough skin brushed her face, wanting to stop the tears. But she knew they weren't from pain. That became evident as lips brushed her ears. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, stroking the body beneath him. The blonde was enthralled in a mix of moans and sheets.
The feral shuddered under his touch, losing herself to the exploration of his back and shoulders. Finally, she could focus on the man on top of her. How quickly it had been that their clothes fell off, and they tangled into an energetic mess on his bed. She had explored him, tracing everything from the curves of his thighs, to the dragon inked on the back of his arm. Tasting the spice of his skin had her fast becoming a junkie. And he was a drug she'd willingly succumb to.
Her nerves itched at the tongue riding up her stomach. He was going so slow, being so thorough in consuming her. Even as palms slipped over her breasts and that tongue climbed the arch of her neck, she was still wondering if this was real. The pressure of thighs answered her.
Brennen leaned over the woman, stroking her hair. "Are you still with me?" he grinned. Shalimar stroked his face, loving how a sleek jaw ran into a high cheekbone, then the straight nose and the firm lips. Those lips, she thought. The warm pink had her turning into jelly.
"I'm still here,,," she whispered.
The elemental smiled before giving into her kiss. He sat back, pulling the woman into his lap, giving his hands access to the arch of her spine and fall of cascading gold. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing the round muscles into his narrow sides. He continued to feast on her, lost in the taste of skin and sweet pressure of curves around him. His need to be inside her was becoming desperate. "Are you sure?" he asked again, leaning into the speeding heartbeat. "I don't think I can stop."
"You won't have too." She whispered. "I'm sure." With that, hands pressed into her hips, pulling the smaller woman onto him. Brown eyes, bolted open at the feeling stretching her, nails pulled into the large shoulders. Brennen laid her back softly, pulling the legs tighter around his waist. Initiating a dangerously slow rhythm as he turned off the lights.
It was an eventful night indeed. Who would have known that a complete emotional break down on the feral's part, would result in her coming home to the one person she needed. In the cool darkness of his room, and the damp warmth of their sheets, she let go of the fear that had gripped her. In its place the blonde embraced all possibilities that came with loving one Brennen Mulray. They tangled into their voices and the losing grips on their senses, due to an impending explosion. Shalimar's voice echoed into the rafters of her room, followed by her lover's baritone spilling her name. Manicured nails wrapped into his hair, trying not to dig into his scalp. In his eyes, she saw that all of him wanted all of her.
Hours later, his hands reached under her thighs, gripping already tender hips in the rush of their explosion. Shalimar felt her nails dig into his spine, lost in the tremors surging through their bodies. Her mouth screamed his name, which echoed broken between gasps. Brennen leaned into his love, smirking between his intakes of air. The involuntary pulses between them still ran angrily. In their broken language, admissions of love flooded their ears. The feral knew she was crying as her body finally began to settle. Their moment had been intense and hungry, making both nearly forget the need for sensitivity. Because of it, Brennen was poised over her, raining slow kisses along her face and chest. In that softness, the two professed their love. Speaking until the first rays of morning crept through the windows, pulling them into sleep. Their battle had finally come to an end.
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Emma woke grinning into the new morning. She was especially thankful for this day (and the fact that the wall-banging from the 'other' room subsided). She sat up, finally free of the erogenous tension from Brennen and Shalimar. Her red-hair tumbled comically from the rush of fingers.
"So, you finally did it." he grinned, stretching beside her. "You got those two together."
"Uhmm,,,wasn't easy. Now I'm gonna need protection from Sparky's revenge."
He smirked before pulling the woman into the naked safety of his arms. "Somehow, I don't think you'll have a problem from him."
Emma smiled into the eyes that had fuelled her own desires for so long. She rested against the tan skin, running her finger along an emergent vein on his bicep. "Somehow, I think I believe you."
"Anyway, I'm here to protect you."
"That's right." She whispered, her cheek pressing into his heartbeat. "Super Jess to the rescue, as always."
"As always," he whispered rolling onto the giggling psionic, "I'm at your service."
Emma melted into the molecular's warmth, giving into his lips, and fast emerging ideas of a late morning. " As always, Jess, you know just what to do."
Disclaimer: M-X, don't own them. Enjoy!
FIRST OFF: I'm not spoiling it for anyone, but the new episode of Mutant X "HAND OF GOD" is very interesting. There's major B/S in it, as well as one 'scene' were the feral has to carry Brennen (so unbelievable, it's funny).
And to all the loyal readers who love my 'cliffhangers', maybe it's time you got a full dose, so here we go. Take it slowly, so you don't choke. ^_^
Again, based on Evanesence "MY IMMORTAL" and one you guys may not know: Floetry "IT'S GETTING LATE." Listen to it, and you'll understand!
NOTHING BUT THE NIGHT
Emma was almost proud of herself, especially when the feral came back into the diner to drag her out. Shalimar could not stop grinning as she loaded the psionic into her SUV. On the road, Emma broke the silence. "I take it, things went well."
"Yeah!" the blonde smiled.
"And?"
"Emma, you've done your part-now butt out!"
The redhead sat back on the seat, watching her friend. "I think, I'll take that as a complement."
"I guess I should thank you." The feral said eyeing the road. "I'll make it up to you eventually."
"Don't worry, just mark it off all the ones I owe you."
"Done."
"SO," the woman asked as they flew down the highway. "Where are we going?"
"Sanctuary." The feral said, almost bursting into another smile. "We're going home."
In the dark grey of the garage, the women sat. They'd been there for fifteen minutes or so, just waiting for the feral's nerves to come back. The rush home had been fueled by adrenaline, or desire-maybe a little of both. Emma could see her breathing steadily, but intensely. The woman was still scared.
"Either way, you look at it, you have to go through that door." She whispered.
"I know." She replied. "It's just knowing what's on the other side that has me-I'm just nervous."
"Because of Sparky." Emma smirked, wanting to end her teammates tension. "He's just a man."
Shalimar's eyes danced. "What a man."
"I'd offer to go with you, but he's already got my murder planned." The psionic grinned. "I will watch you go to the door. And if you run, I'll have the engine started so we can dash."
"NO, you won't. You'd rather lock me out and trap me with him."
"Like you'd mind."
Shalimar smiled at her insistent friend, moving to hug her. "No, I wouldn't."
The light from the door silenced them. It the opening passage, Brennen stepped into the garage, eyeing their SUV. The man leaned against the doorway, in jeans and a dark shirt. His arms folded in the mix of shadow and light, leaving the overt curves highlighted in gold. Shalimar knew it was now or never. "Wait till we're inside?" she asked Emma.
"Of course." The redhead smiled as the feral climbed out of the automobile. Instantly, her and Brennen's eyes met. Geez, I just need popcorn, Emma thought. The blonde walked towards him slowly, needing to steady herself for the moment. It was then that Brennen moved off the wall, coming to stand in front of her. There in the mix of shadow and gold light, the two embraced, as they should have so long ago. Emma could make out Shalimar's body shuddering from crying, while Brennen pulled her close. Knowing the door would cause that damned beeping, she gently rolled down the window to listen in.
"I know you're scared, Shal." He kissed the top of her head as her face buried into his chest. "We go as fast or slow as you want." The woman was silent right then, losing herself in the sweet grip of his arms. She could feel the fingers stroking her hair, intent on bringing her comfort. It was then that it hit her, that entire night she had said everything but the obvious.
"Brennen," her head lifted to look at the dark man, as he watched for her question. "Brennen, I love you." The man grinned at her, knowing she needed to hear his words as well.
"I love you, too, Shal." Their kiss was patient in its intensity, pulling them both into a storm of surrender. Brennen reluctantly pulled back, taking her hands into his. "Come on." He grinned, leading her into Sanctuary. "It's getting late."
Emma watched as her teammates moved into the warm lights of Sanctuary. Her eyes were almost misty as she climbed from the Jeep. Finally, she thought, before walking towards Sanctuary's second entrance. This had been an eventful night.
The light was the first thing to hit her sensitive eyes, tender from a mix of tears and lack of sleep. Her fingers snapped her mind back into its active state. Rough skin brushed her face, wanting to stop the tears. But she knew they weren't from pain. That became evident as lips brushed her ears. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, stroking the body beneath him. The blonde was enthralled in a mix of moans and sheets.
The feral shuddered under his touch, losing herself to the exploration of his back and shoulders. Finally, she could focus on the man on top of her. How quickly it had been that their clothes fell off, and they tangled into an energetic mess on his bed. She had explored him, tracing everything from the curves of his thighs, to the dragon inked on the back of his arm. Tasting the spice of his skin had her fast becoming a junkie. And he was a drug she'd willingly succumb to.
Her nerves itched at the tongue riding up her stomach. He was going so slow, being so thorough in consuming her. Even as palms slipped over her breasts and that tongue climbed the arch of her neck, she was still wondering if this was real. The pressure of thighs answered her.
Brennen leaned over the woman, stroking her hair. "Are you still with me?" he grinned. Shalimar stroked his face, loving how a sleek jaw ran into a high cheekbone, then the straight nose and the firm lips. Those lips, she thought. The warm pink had her turning into jelly.
"I'm still here,,," she whispered.
The elemental smiled before giving into her kiss. He sat back, pulling the woman into his lap, giving his hands access to the arch of her spine and fall of cascading gold. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing the round muscles into his narrow sides. He continued to feast on her, lost in the taste of skin and sweet pressure of curves around him. His need to be inside her was becoming desperate. "Are you sure?" he asked again, leaning into the speeding heartbeat. "I don't think I can stop."
"You won't have too." She whispered. "I'm sure." With that, hands pressed into her hips, pulling the smaller woman onto him. Brown eyes, bolted open at the feeling stretching her, nails pulled into the large shoulders. Brennen laid her back softly, pulling the legs tighter around his waist. Initiating a dangerously slow rhythm as he turned off the lights.
It was an eventful night indeed. Who would have known that a complete emotional break down on the feral's part, would result in her coming home to the one person she needed. In the cool darkness of his room, and the damp warmth of their sheets, she let go of the fear that had gripped her. In its place the blonde embraced all possibilities that came with loving one Brennen Mulray. They tangled into their voices and the losing grips on their senses, due to an impending explosion. Shalimar's voice echoed into the rafters of her room, followed by her lover's baritone spilling her name. Manicured nails wrapped into his hair, trying not to dig into his scalp. In his eyes, she saw that all of him wanted all of her.
Hours later, his hands reached under her thighs, gripping already tender hips in the rush of their explosion. Shalimar felt her nails dig into his spine, lost in the tremors surging through their bodies. Her mouth screamed his name, which echoed broken between gasps. Brennen leaned into his love, smirking between his intakes of air. The involuntary pulses between them still ran angrily. In their broken language, admissions of love flooded their ears. The feral knew she was crying as her body finally began to settle. Their moment had been intense and hungry, making both nearly forget the need for sensitivity. Because of it, Brennen was poised over her, raining slow kisses along her face and chest. In that softness, the two professed their love. Speaking until the first rays of morning crept through the windows, pulling them into sleep. Their battle had finally come to an end.
***********************************
Emma woke grinning into the new morning. She was especially thankful for this day (and the fact that the wall-banging from the 'other' room subsided). She sat up, finally free of the erogenous tension from Brennen and Shalimar. Her red-hair tumbled comically from the rush of fingers.
"So, you finally did it." he grinned, stretching beside her. "You got those two together."
"Uhmm,,,wasn't easy. Now I'm gonna need protection from Sparky's revenge."
He smirked before pulling the woman into the naked safety of his arms. "Somehow, I don't think you'll have a problem from him."
Emma smiled into the eyes that had fuelled her own desires for so long. She rested against the tan skin, running her finger along an emergent vein on his bicep. "Somehow, I think I believe you."
"Anyway, I'm here to protect you."
"That's right." She whispered, her cheek pressing into his heartbeat. "Super Jess to the rescue, as always."
"As always," he whispered rolling onto the giggling psionic, "I'm at your service."
Emma melted into the molecular's warmth, giving into his lips, and fast emerging ideas of a late morning. " As always, Jess, you know just what to do."