Note: Made a mistake, deleted the chapters to fix it. Since I really try not to make chapters too long (except the notes, those are usually wording for some reason, still apologize about that). But She Said, They Said went over the limit I personally set. The only exception is the Bourne story still haven't finished centering on his and Nicki's lives. Now that is really long. And He/She Said is actually three parts. And probably the only time in this story the sex is indicated concerning one of The Eternals that has recently taken advantage of being gender fluid (in both mediums).


Sitting in his lap, she runs her hand through his hair. "Hmm!" Continuing to hold the ice pack to one of his eyes. "I see, so that explains your slur when you got here. Poor baby, not only did you somehow manage to get drunk, you got into a nasty fight and tasered twice by the police. Hey, at least, you had a hell of a bachelor party, that you didn't get last time."

His arm around her squeezes. "I guess. Though, Monet St. Croix is lucky I wasn't there to witness all she threw at you. You definitely showed restraint, my love. You know that I wouldn't have been as forgiving." His hand slides up under her dress. "In fact, I can show you how wrong she is!" He winces at the pain; as she attempts to leave his embrace.

"You are going to have to be careful and take control for some of it." "And your eyes?!" They are still black, blue and swollen shut. Turning at her voice, he gets up, pulling her back into his embrace. "I don't need them. I saw your dress. It is something that I managed to leave you last night. And I know every inch of you by this point."

Enveloping her in a deep and passionate kiss, his hands roam against her dress. "I hope you are ready. I am going to drive all the doubt she left about us out of your mind?!" Grabbing the material, his hands form fists as he yanks them in opposite directions. The dress giving way to the pressure, tearing as it were nothing. "My dress! That was one of my favorites!"

Turning her around, he lays his lips against the nape of her neck. His hands covering and kneading her breasts. Leaning back, he lets himself lay on the bed. Kathleen following his lead, having to move with him. Fumbling both of them doing their best to unbuckle his pants. One of his hands cupping her and starting to cause friction, "I can't wait too long. Not this time. I need you. I love you. I want you!"


Pushing her gently, he is able to keep up right. Leaning against her back, his arms holding onto her forearms as she supports them. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" As the pressure becomes too much, too good. One of her arms shifts, futilely attempting to gain purchase against the floor. Feeling the shift, before she can give way to his weight. He reaches out, levitating them slightly off the ground. "This is just like?!" "Oh no. This will be better or worse depending. Monet left quite a chasm of doubt. It won't exactly be easy driving this out of your mind."


The first rays of dawn begin to greet the room. "Ikaris, please!?" Once more laying on his back, with her straddling him, her back to him; he thrusts into her again, gripping and leaving marks on her hips. His bruises having faded somewhat. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he turns them over. Pressing her into the bed, he changes his pace.

The increase of speed has her orgasm not held off further. Never ceasing as he rides her through it, having a couple more crest in its wake. Her hold finally sends him over the edge. "You never know how good that feels!" "Maybe not, but I can do my best to show you. I'll be your eyes." The new demonstration of their intimacy fuels his fire (for her).

Reaching up, his hands caress her arms before interlocking their fingers. Keeping her pinned face down, he continues thrusting, working himself up again. "NO! Ikaris!" "You know I will never have enough of you. I don't want to!" "What about the children?!" "Thena will keep them until we go get them. Who knew she would be good with kids?! She always struck me as too severe!" "Ah! Are you losing interest, my love?!" Pounding into her, her arms slip, bringing both down.

"I already told you I am not. Clearly, the moment of reprieve you have been asking for and graced you with wasn't appreciated." "You are so cruel, my love!" "Don't feign ignorance, Aikaterine. You know you love it. And we have conversed long enough. I just want to hear your begging again!" Scrambling up as much as possible, she makes it to the headboard; one of her arms laying against it as she slumps down again as he doesn't let up. The bed beginning to finally move under all the pressure.


Turning over, both lay with their backs against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid as they struggle to regain it. "Wow!" "Yeah!" She answers. Lazily he manages to pull her to him, her head laying on his chest. 'It seems we broke the bed again." A smile graces her face seeing that he starts laughing at this. Her hand caressing his chest. Her eyes closing as she embraces the ripple the sensation leaves.


"What time is it?" Bringing the clock closer to them, it hovers in the air. "Crap, its almost 4! We should really get up and go get the children." "You know presenting ourselves to the others a certain way is too late right. Trying to save face now would be moot. They have long ago constituted us as "rabbits." And face it we haven't done much to dissuade them. Besides, Aikaterine, do you really think we can really move from here at the moment?!"

Turning on her side, leaning her head in her hand as she looks down on him, wincing. "I suppose not." Slowly, he grabs a strand of her hair, running his fingers down it. His eyes still closed, though a lighter shade of blue and black at this point. "I am still not healed. We don't want to terrorize the children. Especially after what happened to you with the fight we had with The Deviants."

Sitting up, the sheet pooling around her. "Your thoughts are so transparent to me sometimes. And I am not even trying to read your mind, not that I ever really do. What's the point with the level of aptitude I have?! You're right. I never should have come up with that stupid stipulation. What Thena has gone through with her own children show that no matter of precaution prevents their safety.

And yet, I had hoped with keeping our relationship secret it would minimize this?! Why did you marry me?! I am really nothing but a beefcake, is it?! In letting me decide this for us, I hurt both of us. You for thinking I don't support you wholeheartedly. And me, having to watch as other men are able to flaunt you."

"You know none of those men matter to me the way you do?! And you aren't as horrible as you think yourself nor present yourself to be! You are kind, compassionate, loyal, have integrity, smart, gentle, respectful, patient, have a strong internal fortitude. You just spend too much time doing your best to hide these qualities."

Lowering her head, she stares at him. "And yeah, I won't lie. All these muscles are a plus." Kissing him, he puts his hand in her arm, deepening it. Languidly turning them, his head breaking away before slowly making his way down. Watching him, she remains quiet. "Ika…Ikaris, wait!" Her forearms leaning against the bed supporting her as she sits up a little. Her back hitting the bed again as he finds the juncture between her leg. "Ika…IKARIS!"


Looking left and right, seeing that the coast is clear, they hoist themselves up before climbing over the windowsill. Making it to the other side of the room about to open the door, "and just where do you think you are going, Sprite?!" "Uh oh, busted!" Shutting the door, "busted is right!" Looking down, "how much trouble am I in?! I just wanted him to loosen up. He is always too uptight. And a party for him should have had him unwind somewhat! How did you even know it was me?!

Putting her hands on her hips, "besides you just admitting it. This had you written all over it! And you know that doesn't make it right. Nor was it funny. He could have easily killed Johnny in his mind frame. Nor him being tased twice by officers before he had Storm arrested and explaining what he knew, could recall." Laughing, "REALLY!? Aw man, what I would have given to see that, Ikaris tased not once but twice! Tell me did he lose control of his bodily functions?!"

"Puck!" "What?! That is quite a sight to behold from our tightass leader! So, what is my punishment?!" "Just be lucky his memory is still foggy enough that he hasn't pieced it together yet. Nor likely will with the number you did manage to pull off." "So, I am not in trouble?!" "No. Though let your punishment be hoping he never realizes. Now what to do you have to say for yourself, Puck?!" "I am Peter Fucking Pan! Or Petra, whatever, given the change I have gone through?!" Sighing loudly, "go on. Get out of here!"