Trowa woke with a start. It was still the middle of the night and the different surroundings left him momentarily disoriented. The ache in his groin brought him to full clarity. He'd been having the most bizarre dream about being an ice cream and being licked from head to toe by Soren.
For reasons that seemed totally ridiculous right now he was trying to be a gentleman and not take advantage of the situation. There was one thing he was quite sure of right now. Being a gentleman sucked. They were both intelligent, unattached adults and if her kiss was any indication she would have been consenting. With a little growl of frustration he kicked off the covers and headed for the bathroom clad only in a pair of sweat pants.
He looked at himself in the mirror while he was waiting for the sink to fill with cold water. You only have yourself to blame if you're uncomfortable. He felt the Trowa part of him say.
I did the right thing. Nanashi said firmly. Although given his current physical state the comment lacked any weight.
Splashing cold water on his face and neck he tried to cool himself down. He was struggling to think of anything other than the whole place smelled like the woman in the other room.
Eventually he reached a state that would allow him to get back to sleep. Shutting off the light he left the bathroom and almost fell over Soren in the dark. In the collision he felt her face collide with his shoulder and her hand brushed across his ribs. Entirely accidental, and yet the contact destroyed his efforts with the cold water.
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"Oh! Sorry I was just…" she trailed off. Soren figured she was lucky to get out that much. Her body and brain weren't on speaking terms at the moment. Her brain was listing a dozen reasons why she shouldn't have an intimate relationship with a man she just met. Her body was telling her to drag him to the floor and ravish him.
She was adamant when she invited Trowa to her apartment that she would not take advantage of her guest. She just didn't do things like that. Okay so she was a single, adult, implanted [1] woman, but she did not invite men to her place and jump them. As an added deterrent she went out of her way to make herself feel as un-sexy as she could. She was wearing her ugliest flannel nightshirt with kittens all over it. No sexy, skimpy, silk and lace panties. Oh no, she went straight to the totally hideous granny style underwear that covered her whole midsection. She also resisted the urge take a scented bubble bath and shave her legs.
Her hormones weren't listening. None of her precautions could save her from her own mind. It took her forever to clear her mind and get to sleep only to wake up panting and feverish with arousal. Frustrated she stumbled out of her bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Rubbing a hand over gritty eyes she didn't notice the light on under the door. Then she ran smack into her hot houseguest.
In the space of three heartbeats her mind registered several things. First, was that he was half naked. Second that he was hot. Not just hot as in sexy, but the man was radiating heat. The parts of her that made contact with his bare flesh were still tingling from the heat. Third and most importantly, was the obvious erection in his sweatpants. God girl! Don't look! Don't even think about it! She yelled at herself trying to pretend the sight did nothing to the temperature of her own blood. Knowing she was fighting a losing battle, she made one last ditch effort for sanity.
"It would probably be a very bad idea for us to get involved right now." Yeah, BUT even to her own ears she could hear the unspoken word and the slight quaver in her voice.
They just stood like that for a few minutes. Neither speaking nor moving. And then they pounced on each other. At the same time that Soren jumped up and wrapped her legs around Trowa, he caught her, spun around and pinned her to the wall. She made a little yelp of pain when her back came in contact with the bathroom's doorjamb. He pulled back alerted to the sound.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright? I'm sorry just give me a minute to collect myself." He was panting like an animal in heat. He pulled back enough that Soren could see into his face.
What Soren saw in the emerald gaze made her want to jump him all the more. Trowa was fighting a war against himself. She could see the quiet, intelligent man she'd spent dinner with, and something…else. Like an animal threatening to break free from its cage. With her own blood singing in her ears, she wanted to be the one to free whatever was hiding inside of him. Unsure of how to draw it out, she adjusted the grip her legs had around him. The move caused her to drag the warmth between her legs against his cloth covered erection. There was a quick plash of something feral in his eye as she watched his grip on the animal inside him slipped a little more. I've got you now. She repeated the move sliding herself against him effectively grinding against him. Leaning forward she nipped his neck moving up to his earlobe. She could feel the clenching of his jaw trying to maintain his control. "I want you now." She breathed against his ear. He made a little sound of surrender and crushed his mouth against hers.
It was wonderful. No carefully prepared seduction, no well thought actions, just pure raw physical need. It wasn't that she had anything against a well planned seduction, but the rush from seeing this excellent male specimen lose control was intoxicating. His intensity wiped away whatever was left of her mind.
Efforts to remove their clothing were hampered by their position and reluctance to remove their mouths from whatever piece of flesh it was latched on to. The moment they were naked he thrust hard into her. She cried out and heard his answering growl. The pace he kept was almost frenzied and since she was once again pinned against the wall she had to hang on for dear life. By no means did that make her an inactive participant. She licked, bit and suckled on any part of him that she could get her mouth to. In too short a time for either of them, they both peaked; him in a long groan, her in a strangled scream. With the initial edge of lust sated they both slid to the floor in a sweaty heap.
"Did you catch the markings of the shuttle that hit us?" She croaked. His only answer was a low chuckle. The sound sent shivers down her spine and stirred her inexplicable appetite for the man next to her. Unbidden, her hands swept down his flanks to his butt and back again. She felt him stir in response. What? He can't possibly…again? She could only watch him in mute shock as he stood up still holding her and carried her back to her bedroom without dislodging himself from the warmth of her body. "How did you…?" he shut her up by kissing her.
[1] Infertility implant – I figured this is supposed to be the future and humanity must have come up with something a little more advanced than pills or condoms so I invented one. A birth control implant sits beneath the skin of the arm of men and women and looks like a small tattoo. After six months it vanishes and needs to be replaced. When it's replaced the wearer must have a routine screening for any social diseases. Its visual presence assures prospective partners that the wearer has been regularly screened and has taken precautions against pregnancy.
***Authors note – In the past I have been criticized for the sex I put in my stories for a variety of reasons. Rest assured I have always had the concept of birth control and responsibility in the back of my head. I am after all a grown, married woman with two kids. As for the sex being too soon or appearing too casual, hopefully I can dispel some of those ideas further in the story.
