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Giving In To Pleasure

Flynn-

Flynn was enraptured. Watching Lucy come apart by his ministrations was the brightest moment in the gloom that had been his world the last few years. She was beautiful, and stunning how she'd given herself over to the pleasure he'd so wanted to give her. He was still honestly a little surprised that she'd allowed him this far. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure it was real, half unconvinced this wasn't a very detailed, very vivid dream. It wouldn't shock him if he woke up, still in that uncomfortable wooden chair, to realize Lucy had never invited him to share the bed. It would be damned disappointing if that happened to be the case.

Hands resting on Lucy's hips and her forehead on his shoulder, Flynn was marginally more convinced he wasn't dreaming when Lucy raised her head and kissed him. She opened her mouth so he followed suit, her tongue immediately caressing his, tangling together in a familiar rhythm. He would've been content to kiss her until the end of time, but his body was most definitely not all right with that notion. Neither was Lucy apparently because her hands found his belt buckle, undoing it, quickly followed by the button and zipper of his pants. He wanted to cry out in protest when she suddenly rolled off of him, but he swiftly realized it was so she could fully undress.

Flynn took the opportunity to completely divest himself of his own clothes. Surely by removing hers it meant Lucy was not going to change her mind. He wouldn't fault her or be angry if she did. He was technically holding her against her will, and hostages usually didn't consent to have sex with their kidnapper. Although, Flynn didn't really think of this as just sex with Lucy. No, to him they would be making love, however irrational a thought that was, and he knew it certainly was irrational. He couldn't explain it, but Lucy made him feel things he hadn't felt since he'd fallen in love with Lorena. He pushed the thought of Lorena away though, the first time since she'd died. As much as he loved and missed her, Lorena didn't belong in his thoughts. Tonight was all Lucy.

Almost as if teenagers again, a shyness permeated the air between them. Flynn found he was actually a bit nervous and wanted to laugh. He definitely wasn't an awkward teenager, but he knew this was something important occurring between him and Lucy, no matter the circumstances surrounding them. He wasn't sure if he should give Lucy the time she seemed to need to continue or if he should take action first. He was relieved when her hand found his, tightly squeezing in a reassuring manner.

"Flynn," Lucy said softly. He turned to look at her, silently questioning her with his eyes if she was sure she wanted do this. He wanted to give her one last chance to change her mind. He never wanted her to regret her decision or feel he'd pressured her in any way, know that she was wholly cognizant of the choice she was making tonight. He wanted her to want this with him. She did, because she then whispered, "Please."

It was the most magical word Flynn had heard in years. Please. It was all he needed to hear. He rolled onto his side, facing Lucy, and captured her lips. Kissing her deeply, he moved atop her, firmly settling himself between her thighs. His erection, throbbing with desire, pressed into her abdomen. He kissed her and kissed her, incapable of getting enough of her. He became aware of her fingers running through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, feeling slightly erotic.

"I need you," Lucy murmured against his mouth. "I need you now."

Flynn wouldn't deny her. Hell, he thought, I can't deny myself any longer! He kissed his way along her jaw and down to the crook of her neck, making Lucy moan. She really likes that, Flynn noted, in case he ever needed that information again. Lucy squirmed as he sucked her skin into his mouth, capitalizing on her distraction to shift himself over her. He took his shaft in hand, guiding himself to her entrance. Instead of tensing like he expected she might, she opened her legs wider, inviting Flynn to make her his.

Gently, so gently, Flynn eased his way inside, slowly sinking into Lucy's hot depths. He shuddered as her inner walls hugged him, her moans reaching into his soul. He had to stop when he was buried to the hilt, and not just for her sake either, but for his as well. Being with Lucy like this was momentous, and Flynn needed a minute to commit this feeling, every detail to memory. He wanted to remember this until the day he died.

Lucy's hands were on his upper arms and she gave them a squeeze, reminding him, not that his body needed it, that they were far from finished. Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, Flynn began to move, slowly at first. Their movements were awkward, but they rapidly found a pleasing rhythm together. She wrapped her lithe legs around his waist, her ankles crossed, heels almost digging into the skin just above his buttocks. He found that he liked it, and actually wouldn't mind if they pressed harder.

With every thrust inside, Lucy's hot, slick walls clenched around his shaft, urging him on. His leisurely pace no longer enough, Flynn quickened his movements. His soft grunts and her quiet moans filled the room. It was some minutes later when he realized he was very close to his climax, but he could tell Lucy wasn't. He needed to remedy that, wanting her to climax again. Flynn shifted so he could bring his hand between them, and began speedily stimulating her nub again.

"Ohhh," Lucy groaned. The sound shot all through his body, settling deep in his core, nearly expediting his climax.

Three thrusts and finger swirls later, Lucy stiffened, her inner muscles spasmed around him. Her only other movement was her fingers contracting, Flynn would find eight long scratches on his back the next day. She shouted his name before her body went limp. Her orgasm triggered his, and he came hard, his release powerful. He emptied himself into her with his own shout of her name, collapsing on top of her. Flynn quickly rolled onto his back, knowing how heavy he was. He took Lucy with him so that she was draped over his torso, their chests rapidly rising and falling against each other.

Breathing almost returned to normal, Lucy spoke, "My god, Flynn, that was...incredible."

Flynn couldn't help it. He swelled with masculine pride, overjoyed he could please his lover. As if there was any doubt, he thought, confident, and maybe a tad bit arrogant, in his ability to please a woman sexually. Although, it had been some time since he'd had to demonstrate his skill. He almost laughed, but thought better of it, recognizing it would probably send the wrong message to laugh just then, so instead he said, "My thoughts exactly, Lucy."

Flynn tightened his arm around her. His fingers made small circle patterns on her waist, her fingers swirling in his soft chest hair, lulling them both to sleep. "Good night, Flynn," Lucy whispered sleepily, a little while later. He kissed the top of her head, which was nestled just under his chin.

"Good night, Lucy," he whispered back. Flynn closed his eyes and fell into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in almost three years.