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Chapter 4: Beka comes out on top
Beka, not one to let anyone get the best of her, did the only natural thing she could. She defiantly asked him "Can we have sex, Tyr?"
Stunned. Tyr looked at Beka like she had grown a second head.
She continued. "Then talk about what we want. The other way is backwards. When people get to know each other first, they believe the sex is the actual treat. It isn't true. The sex is simply the icing. If we don't like the icing, why bother with the cake?"
Perplexed and aroused, Tyr sat speechless. All his replies would have been wrong for the situation.
'Sure, I hate talking. Let's f*ck!' True in a sense, but not polite and definitely not articulate.
'Beka, don't you think we should go slowly so we've had time to consider what could happen.' He was not Dylan. He also knew Beka and he had lived in a sexual pressure cooker for 2 years. Anymore thinking, he would explode and his revenge plotting would implode from his lack of focus.
He chose the only thing a man in his position could. He said nothing. He knew she made her decision. Any words from him would change her mind.
If the woman wanted to control this initial contact. He was all for it.
He gazed at her expectantly. Using his eyes and gesturing with his hands, he let her know the ball was in her court. She could pick out how she wanted to proceed.
The tense lines around Beka's mouth let him know he had her. They had 3 1/2 hours before their shift started.
He continued to peep at her. Although he dared not smile, his eyes alighted with amusement.
Beka realized that Tyr didn't believe she'd actually go through with it. He 'believes I am a joke! All talk and no action, huh?'
Well, Mr. Anasazi you will definitely have something to remember me by. I might not get what I'd like here but you will NEVER forget me.
Beka scrolled back through her fantasies of Tyr. Maybe she'd get the courage to actually act out one of them.
"Tyr, when did you receive your last pedicure?"
Tyr squinched his eyes and covered his sour facial expression by saying "Beka, what does this have to do with your last comment? If we are to get right to it, let's DO IT?"
"You had said earlier that you wanted to do something about the sexual tension. I cut out the formal part of courtship to get to the sex, Tyr. We didn't discuss how we'd do that. When you didn't respond, I figured you'd leave the initiation to me. I repeat, when was your last pedicure?"
Looking at Beka's upturned face, Tyr said "If you want to initiate this correctly, we can seal it with a kiss first. Then I promise to submit to your will however you want to proceed. Deal?"
Flustered, Beka said "Fine with me."
Tyr reached over and touched her hand. He gently stroked her hand saying, "You are still in control Beka. You can command me at your will. I would just like you to kiss me first before any other thing occurs. Pedicure. Manicure. Whatever other initiation you had planned. Please just kiss me."
Beka leaned forward so that her breath blew over his lips. "I will kiss you in my own way."
Smiling, she leaned into the sweet spot of his neck. She kissed him lightly at first. She languished ample attention on his throat. She grew more aggressive as his breathing deepened.
She softly asked him, "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Yes and no. Do you plan to talk to me or to kiss me?" Tyr mumbled as she stroked the back of his neck with her left hand.
With her right hand she had began to sketch brief outlines of his earlobe. Beka could feel his chest rise and fall. 'I like this just fine.'
"Can I kiss you here?"
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Story's Title Tyr pursues, unites his Pride, Beka caves
Author Genna Star
Rating NC-17
Pairings Tyr/Beka other possibly pairings
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