Clublights
Disclaimer: Not mine- don't own them. Damn it!
Hey! Thanks for all the fabulous emails and reviews. And a special thanks to my number one fan GOLDSTRANGER! I'm glad you all are enjoying the piece. The next one I'm working on will have a real 'twist' to it, but I prefer to finish one before starting to post another. So, enjoy!
ONE MORE NOTE: I got an e-mail from Lady Price, saying that she loved how I wrote Jesse in with the shoulder length locks (thanks LP!). On the Unofficial Forbes site, I saw a picture of him with longer hair, and it really seemed to fit him- okay- it looked real good! Inspiration, what can I say.
Is there a song for this chapter? Maybe. I'll tell you when I think of it.
Making love IS a lot like breathing.
In essence, it is breathing. The heart serves as both transport and station to all interacting chemicals and emotions of the body. Only, its sister-station (or brother, depending on the gender it belongs to) relays as much activity. Without needing to be said, lovemaking is far different for just 'sex'. Even in such an intimate and compromising action sex (or the GET UP as some call it) still has barriers. One can sense the walls present both in and around their partner. Even more so, they can sense the obvious reason of the moment- pure, physical release. Sex is nothing like making love.
In 'love', there are not only physical releases, but mental and emotional ones as well. And while women give into this easily, men tread cautiously, pacing themselves to find reason in shattering the very walls of masculinity. Lovemaking was everything, from the pull of music to the colors flashing euphorically before an enthralled one's eyes. And right then, 'love' compelled several of the members of Mutant X.
Love leaves its trail sporadically, starting in tossed garments of clothing. Then comes the disarray of a given environment. In its power, the action introduces slowly, daring a person with the possibilities of anther. And, OH, what possibilities they are!
In the throws of the inevitable, Lexa Pierce was discovering this for herself. She couldn't even remember how much time had passed since that one 'first' kiss. Isn't that it, though? The one rock releasing the whole damned avalanche? Even now as she lay, practically thrown back on the sheets, with dark hair fanning around her, light blue eyes blazed in pure awe. Her slender limbs trembled so uncontrollably and her heart seemed to have stopped twice already. The woman was dizzy from sweet onslaughts of hands and lips canvassing every part of her. This was absolutely unbelievable. Damn, Jesse! She thought. I didn't think you had THAT in you!
But blowing all her misconceptions had only been the beginning. Even now, with him 'enveloping' her in every sense of the word, she still held that fear that for one second, his mouth would utter 'HER' name (her being Emma). The brunette wrapped her arms around the surprisingly wide shoulders before feeling the lips devour hers. Her thoughts interrupted when long blonde hair fell from his shoulders to encircle their faces. His eyes danced into hers, causing the sweetest surprise in both of them. For the first time, Lexa moaned his name.
And it felt right coming from her mouth, like somehow programmed to fit her tongue. The molecular smiled back, biting his lip before pulling her tighter around him. Thighs and hips rose and fell easily, enacting the simplest of motions- breathing.
Guess that means orgasms are a damn-near heart attack!
But as with any function of the human body, breathing can be experienced in anyway. Slow. Insistent. Fast. Dramatic, or the pause of it all together can be stifling. And in the midst of their first orgasm, both Lexa and Jesse gave into the heart racing against their own. It was weakening on each person's part, but so strong in their eclectic union. And carried the two on into their 'new' introductions, leaving the rest of the world to wait for their return.
Of course, sexual euphemisms were all too understood by Brennen Mulray.
In his own breathing, dark eyes opened to the Dojo lights. Low and gold, his skin glowed in the sultry ambiance, and the burgundy of the carpet only emphasized him more. His moment was slow, torturous and compelled by the woman on top of him.
The rich skin was a slight contrast to his, deep in its shade of dark honey. And the body sliding against him followed a tongue intent on making the man lose his mind. Curves made every attempt to encase his large form, as his arms stretched above their heads, feeling the fabric of his cast of shirt from hours before. She still teased the man's neck, pulling the most devious groans from his voice. "You don't give up." He whispered, dropping the shirt onto her head. Jordan grinned before dropping her head on the large shoulder. "You know I need to recharge my batteries." He smirked.
"Men," she grinned while absently tracing his chest. "So weak." They rolled for a moment, laughing and naked on the Dojo floor. Brennen moved on top of the woman, watching how shiny dark ropes of hair stretched in all directions while enveloping her face. His hand stroked her face gently before lips embraced. 'Breathing' to the elemental, had rarely been experienced like this. No walls, no 'its just sex' mentality. For as much 'experience' as he had, 'making love' was the topic he all but debated exploring-that is till a few hours ago. Jordan pushed him back gently then turned onto her stomach so to prop up on slender forearms. The large man easily slid his tongue up her spine before moving to lean over her shoulder. Hips brushed his obvious arousal. "Don't tempt me." He said.
She eyed him from over a slender shoulder, at first only seeing messed up hair from the corner of her eye. "What happened to your recharge?" she smirked.
"Don't worry about that." The man chuckled. "You're gonna make up for this rug burn."
"Please you barely have a mark." The dark eyes sat heavily lidded with ebony lashes, making the man drown. "And you owe me a massage."
"Maybe." His hand did begin a slow rotation over her lower spine, pressing into the curves gently. The woman leaned forward, resting on her forearms. Lips pressed against her skin, gently pulling the woman's eyes closed. His weight slowly lowered onto her, pressing the obvious into her mind.
"Brennen." She moaned for the umpteenth time.
"SHALIMAR!"
"What!" The woman snatched up, knowing her ears didn't catch what they did. The elemental scurried back, snatching a shirt to cover his areas. Jordan flipped over ready to yell, when her eyes met the soft brown of the blonde standing on the stairs. Her heart slowed.
The feral burst out laughing, nearly falling over from disbelief. It never occurred to her that seeing Brennen naked would actually be funny. Maybe because it was Ass-first, she thought. "You guys DID IT in the DOJO?"
"Shal." He said annoyed. "You CAN come back later."
"For what? All the action is in here now! This place is for kicking ass not-"
"Okay! Shalimar!" Brennen snapped. Jordan actually sat up, chuckling along with her teammate. "You think her jokes are funny?"
"Sparky, please, its just the moment."
"Bet she has plenty reason to call you that now." The blonde snickered. "Sparky."
"YOU can leave."
"What? Its not like I'm interrupting the 'motion in the ocean'- you both look done to me!"
"I thought Jess was the only drunk around here." Brennen smirked.
"Funny! At least he's getting' some behind closed doors. I admit, you two do get points for originality."
"Shal," Jordan grinned, while barely covered by her shirt. "You're losin' it."
The blonde was like a hyperactive child with her 'discovery'. Her eyes went back and forth between an amused Jordan and a ticked Brennen. "She put it on you, huh, Bren."
"Shalimar!" he yelled.
"Of course."
"Jordan!" he snapped more softly. She knew the only way to get rid of the feral was to give into her teasing. All Brennen knew was that his returning erection screamed for her to leave.
"Hey, she's being honest." The feral replied plopping down on the floor.
The man felt his energy draining. "What the hell are you doin'?"
"Just visiting." She said grinning. "Since this room is open for anything, I thought I'd stick around."
"You can't be serious." He replied.
"She's not." Jordan added. "Just joking."
"J., You guys did it in the DOJO, next it'll be the Helix." The new lovers looked at each other exchanging actual interest. Brennen made a 'that could work' look while the woman's eyebrows rose. "You guys wouldn't." the feral added. "YOU WOULDN'T!"
"Shal," the elemental grinned as Jordan threw him his clothes, He moved forward helping the woman up, before pulling her behind him.
"Don't come near me with THAT!" She jumped, backing away as they walked past.
"The Dojo is yours." Jordan grinned, before being pulled down the steps by Brennen.
"Have fun!" the man yelled.
"Hey, you two have to clean this place up!" She pouted. Her eyes rolled before widening in realization. "Come on, guys! Not the Helix!"
Disclaimer: Not mine- don't own them. Damn it!
Hey! Thanks for all the fabulous emails and reviews. And a special thanks to my number one fan GOLDSTRANGER! I'm glad you all are enjoying the piece. The next one I'm working on will have a real 'twist' to it, but I prefer to finish one before starting to post another. So, enjoy!
ONE MORE NOTE: I got an e-mail from Lady Price, saying that she loved how I wrote Jesse in with the shoulder length locks (thanks LP!). On the Unofficial Forbes site, I saw a picture of him with longer hair, and it really seemed to fit him- okay- it looked real good! Inspiration, what can I say.
Is there a song for this chapter? Maybe. I'll tell you when I think of it.
Making love IS a lot like breathing.
In essence, it is breathing. The heart serves as both transport and station to all interacting chemicals and emotions of the body. Only, its sister-station (or brother, depending on the gender it belongs to) relays as much activity. Without needing to be said, lovemaking is far different for just 'sex'. Even in such an intimate and compromising action sex (or the GET UP as some call it) still has barriers. One can sense the walls present both in and around their partner. Even more so, they can sense the obvious reason of the moment- pure, physical release. Sex is nothing like making love.
In 'love', there are not only physical releases, but mental and emotional ones as well. And while women give into this easily, men tread cautiously, pacing themselves to find reason in shattering the very walls of masculinity. Lovemaking was everything, from the pull of music to the colors flashing euphorically before an enthralled one's eyes. And right then, 'love' compelled several of the members of Mutant X.
Love leaves its trail sporadically, starting in tossed garments of clothing. Then comes the disarray of a given environment. In its power, the action introduces slowly, daring a person with the possibilities of anther. And, OH, what possibilities they are!
In the throws of the inevitable, Lexa Pierce was discovering this for herself. She couldn't even remember how much time had passed since that one 'first' kiss. Isn't that it, though? The one rock releasing the whole damned avalanche? Even now as she lay, practically thrown back on the sheets, with dark hair fanning around her, light blue eyes blazed in pure awe. Her slender limbs trembled so uncontrollably and her heart seemed to have stopped twice already. The woman was dizzy from sweet onslaughts of hands and lips canvassing every part of her. This was absolutely unbelievable. Damn, Jesse! She thought. I didn't think you had THAT in you!
But blowing all her misconceptions had only been the beginning. Even now, with him 'enveloping' her in every sense of the word, she still held that fear that for one second, his mouth would utter 'HER' name (her being Emma). The brunette wrapped her arms around the surprisingly wide shoulders before feeling the lips devour hers. Her thoughts interrupted when long blonde hair fell from his shoulders to encircle their faces. His eyes danced into hers, causing the sweetest surprise in both of them. For the first time, Lexa moaned his name.
And it felt right coming from her mouth, like somehow programmed to fit her tongue. The molecular smiled back, biting his lip before pulling her tighter around him. Thighs and hips rose and fell easily, enacting the simplest of motions- breathing.
Guess that means orgasms are a damn-near heart attack!
But as with any function of the human body, breathing can be experienced in anyway. Slow. Insistent. Fast. Dramatic, or the pause of it all together can be stifling. And in the midst of their first orgasm, both Lexa and Jesse gave into the heart racing against their own. It was weakening on each person's part, but so strong in their eclectic union. And carried the two on into their 'new' introductions, leaving the rest of the world to wait for their return.
Of course, sexual euphemisms were all too understood by Brennen Mulray.
In his own breathing, dark eyes opened to the Dojo lights. Low and gold, his skin glowed in the sultry ambiance, and the burgundy of the carpet only emphasized him more. His moment was slow, torturous and compelled by the woman on top of him.
The rich skin was a slight contrast to his, deep in its shade of dark honey. And the body sliding against him followed a tongue intent on making the man lose his mind. Curves made every attempt to encase his large form, as his arms stretched above their heads, feeling the fabric of his cast of shirt from hours before. She still teased the man's neck, pulling the most devious groans from his voice. "You don't give up." He whispered, dropping the shirt onto her head. Jordan grinned before dropping her head on the large shoulder. "You know I need to recharge my batteries." He smirked.
"Men," she grinned while absently tracing his chest. "So weak." They rolled for a moment, laughing and naked on the Dojo floor. Brennen moved on top of the woman, watching how shiny dark ropes of hair stretched in all directions while enveloping her face. His hand stroked her face gently before lips embraced. 'Breathing' to the elemental, had rarely been experienced like this. No walls, no 'its just sex' mentality. For as much 'experience' as he had, 'making love' was the topic he all but debated exploring-that is till a few hours ago. Jordan pushed him back gently then turned onto her stomach so to prop up on slender forearms. The large man easily slid his tongue up her spine before moving to lean over her shoulder. Hips brushed his obvious arousal. "Don't tempt me." He said.
She eyed him from over a slender shoulder, at first only seeing messed up hair from the corner of her eye. "What happened to your recharge?" she smirked.
"Don't worry about that." The man chuckled. "You're gonna make up for this rug burn."
"Please you barely have a mark." The dark eyes sat heavily lidded with ebony lashes, making the man drown. "And you owe me a massage."
"Maybe." His hand did begin a slow rotation over her lower spine, pressing into the curves gently. The woman leaned forward, resting on her forearms. Lips pressed against her skin, gently pulling the woman's eyes closed. His weight slowly lowered onto her, pressing the obvious into her mind.
"Brennen." She moaned for the umpteenth time.
"SHALIMAR!"
"What!" The woman snatched up, knowing her ears didn't catch what they did. The elemental scurried back, snatching a shirt to cover his areas. Jordan flipped over ready to yell, when her eyes met the soft brown of the blonde standing on the stairs. Her heart slowed.
The feral burst out laughing, nearly falling over from disbelief. It never occurred to her that seeing Brennen naked would actually be funny. Maybe because it was Ass-first, she thought. "You guys DID IT in the DOJO?"
"Shal." He said annoyed. "You CAN come back later."
"For what? All the action is in here now! This place is for kicking ass not-"
"Okay! Shalimar!" Brennen snapped. Jordan actually sat up, chuckling along with her teammate. "You think her jokes are funny?"
"Sparky, please, its just the moment."
"Bet she has plenty reason to call you that now." The blonde snickered. "Sparky."
"YOU can leave."
"What? Its not like I'm interrupting the 'motion in the ocean'- you both look done to me!"
"I thought Jess was the only drunk around here." Brennen smirked.
"Funny! At least he's getting' some behind closed doors. I admit, you two do get points for originality."
"Shal," Jordan grinned, while barely covered by her shirt. "You're losin' it."
The blonde was like a hyperactive child with her 'discovery'. Her eyes went back and forth between an amused Jordan and a ticked Brennen. "She put it on you, huh, Bren."
"Shalimar!" he yelled.
"Of course."
"Jordan!" he snapped more softly. She knew the only way to get rid of the feral was to give into her teasing. All Brennen knew was that his returning erection screamed for her to leave.
"Hey, she's being honest." The feral replied plopping down on the floor.
The man felt his energy draining. "What the hell are you doin'?"
"Just visiting." She said grinning. "Since this room is open for anything, I thought I'd stick around."
"You can't be serious." He replied.
"She's not." Jordan added. "Just joking."
"J., You guys did it in the DOJO, next it'll be the Helix." The new lovers looked at each other exchanging actual interest. Brennen made a 'that could work' look while the woman's eyebrows rose. "You guys wouldn't." the feral added. "YOU WOULDN'T!"
"Shal," the elemental grinned as Jordan threw him his clothes, He moved forward helping the woman up, before pulling her behind him.
"Don't come near me with THAT!" She jumped, backing away as they walked past.
"The Dojo is yours." Jordan grinned, before being pulled down the steps by Brennen.
"Have fun!" the man yelled.
"Hey, you two have to clean this place up!" She pouted. Her eyes rolled before widening in realization. "Come on, guys! Not the Helix!"