Soo, it's been a while. Sorry about that.
This is the first of a 2 part update and the first chapter in this story now that it is rated M. Thank you to nanarosedarkness, vampirelover17, Lenora, Robin.D, tellmesweetlittlelies, ks, angel897, and vilevillain. Another thank you to everyone who read, followed, and favorited. You are all amazing and I'm sorry I kept you waiting.
It's hours later when Chibs is woken by the soft noise. His eyes open instantly and he looks over at the nightstand to take in the time. Three in the morning. It'd only been a few hours since they'd finished discussing his "favor" for the next day and River drifted into the bedroom. He'd followed and gotten into the bed while she took a shower. He'd been asleep before she came out of the bathroom.
The soft noise comes again and he turns his head to look over at her. She's spread out on her back safely on the other side of the king size bed, one hand tucked up her pillow, the other folded across her stomach. Even in the muted darkness of the bedroom he can see her eyes are closed tight, her face scrunched up, eyelids twitching wildly while she dreams.
Bad dreams, he knows a thing or two about nightmares and he fights the instinct to reach out and wake her up or offer physical comfort. If his shower wank earlier in the evening is anything to go by this whole bed sharing situation is tenuous at best and he really doesn't want to test his willpower by touching her. Even as the thought crosses his mind she lets out another little whimper and his fingers twitch.
He's trying to figure out how best to wake her when she lets out a little groan and the hand over her stomach tightens in the blankets. He watches fascinated as her body shifts, her thighs rubbing together under the thin comforter and her face smooths out, lips parting. His look of concern fades into a grin. Oh, so she's having a nice dream then. She shifts again, eyes still closed tight and the sheet slips from her chest. He can just see her erect nipples through the t-shirt she's wearing. A very nice dream then. Good for her, he thinks, she deserves to get out of her own head a bit.
Another soft noise comes from her throat and he almost groans in reply. It doesn't really matter what she deserves if she keeps this up he's never going to get back to sleep. He can already feel the heat pooling deep in his stomach and he's half hard under the covers. Maybe he can sneak out of bed and make it to the couch. It'll be easy to take care of his problem on his own once he's not trapped in the bed next to the clearly aroused River.
He shifts to get up, planting a hand between them for leverage to sit and the movement bounces the mattress just enough. There's a hiss from her and his head snaps to the side. Her eyes are open wide and liquid dark, her full lips parted just a bit. She's watching him and he's mesmerized as her little pink tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. She moves carefully and he feels time slow as the hand under her pillow emerges and reaches across the space between them to land on top of his. Her fingers are warm and she pulls his hand towards her, keeping his palm flat against the cool sheets as she slides his fingertips to her side.
Her dark eyes stay locked on his as she slides their joined hands up the side of her chest and over until his palm settles heavily on her breast. His whole body is tense as she pulls her hand away and tucks it back under the pillow. He raises an eyebrow in question and she just stares back. It seems like all the permission he's going to get so he shifts onto his side for a better angle before cupping her breast carefully. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and he uses his fingers to find her nipple through the cloth of her shirt, tweaking it gently. She lets out a low gasp and her eyes slam shut.
He slides his palm down her front, careful not to put pressure on her still healing ribs, until he finds the hem of the shirt and his fingers twist in the fabric. He wants to hear it— he traces his fingers across the soft skin of her stomach just below the shirt and there it is— that little noise of impatience from the back of her throat. He didn't realize it would be so easy. He's rock hard and he slides his full hand under the shirt, skimming the rough elastic bandage still wrapped around most of her middle to protect her ribs. He doesn't stop his movement until his fingers hit her bare breast and he was right, she fills his palm completely.
He cups her breast with a rough hand, catching the tight bud of her nipple between his knuckles and rolls his fingers in a practiced move. Her hips lift from the bed and another soft noise escapes her mouth through wet lips. It's really all his self-control can handle and he moves quickly, sliding his hand out from her shirt. He pulls her bodily across the bed, tugging her into place until her back is settled against his front. With one arm tucked under her neck he slides a hand down the front of her top to land back on bare skin.
His free hand goes for her hip and he guide her back until she's tucked into him. He knows the moment she feels him, a steel rod against her back, from the way she rocks against him pushing up until her little ass is pressed into his hips. Another little noise from her throat and she shifts, her thighs moving against him. His length slides out of the slit in his boxers from the action and she moves again until he feels her taut thighs settle around him. He can feel the slick fabric of her panties against the bare skin of his shaft and the realization that she's already soaking wet forces a rumble through his chest.
The hand on her hip slides forward settling across her flat stomach he holds her in tight in place. He pinches at her nipple as he rocks his hips against her sliding himself back and forth between her thighs. He's already dripping precum and it combines with her wetness to make her skin slick. He feels one of her hands move down to push at his fingers on her stomach. A pleading noise and she's trying to push his hand down between her legs. It's more than enough to get him moving and he wastes no time sliding under the soft fabric between her legs.
His fingers dance over a patch of curls and then sink through her folds into the impossibly wet heat between her legs. She's panting against the arm he still has tucked under her head and when he finds her clit her hips surge forward seeking out more friction. It's been awhile since he's done anything with a woman other than a fuck or push her to her knees but with River panting against him the old tricks come back quickly.
He rolls her nipple between his knuckles again with one hand and pushes a finger up into her deep heat with the other. She's breathing in short bursts through her nose and her hips drive down trying to find more. She shifts her thighs and the friction on his hard length is incredible. He adds another finger and finds her slick and tight. His thumb settles over her clit and he sets to rubbing careful circles over the bud as his fingers move rhythmically between her legs. His hips start to move in time and her groan is met by one of his own as his foreskin is pulled back, the more sensitive head of his member exposed to the heated friction of her thighs.
He tucks his chin in to look down and finds her watching him through half lidded eyes over her shoulder. Her mouth is open and she's panting in time to their combined movements. He twists her nipple roughly and her eyes slam shut, her walls fluttering around the fingers between her legs. He can tell she's close, her body tight against him, hovering just on the edge of release. He picks up the speed of his hand, his fingers pumping, while his thumbs tightens down on her clit. Her hips tap against his, matching him thrust for thrust and he when he feels her thighs tighten he knows she won't make it much longer.
He's proven right moments later when her hips still mid-thrust. She buries her face against his arm and he can feel her wet lips moving against his skin. Her whole body goes tight, thighs clamping down around him painfully. He stills the fingers between her legs, curling them up deep into her body and he pushes down hard on her clit with his rough thumb. He feels her come undone around his hand, her teeth sinking into his inner arm as she lets loose a noise high in her throat.
They don't move for a long time afterward. Her body pulled up tight against him, his face buried in her neck. He can still feel his need tight between them but it feels too soon or too quiet now to chase his own release so he just breathes long and slow against her back trying to calm himself. She is the one to finally break the moment. Pulling her face off his arm and lifting one leg to release his now softening length. He expects her to move towards the edge of the bed but instead she rolls over. until she's facing him her dark eyes searching his face. She seems to find what she needs there because rather than move away she leans forward to press her face into his chest, one leg sliding over his hip.
He slides an arm around her, rolling them both until he's on his back and she's tucked into his side. Her head is settled on his chest and her leg settled low over his stomach. He reaches down to tuck himself back into his boxers before settling the hand on her thigh. Her fingers are tracing the dollar bill tattooed across chest and without looking up she lets out a long sigh.
He doesn't have to see her face to know what she means. He's having the same thoughts. The events of the last few minutes will change things. It'll make them more complicated and messier than they would have been if they'd kept their hands to themselves. To Chibs though, almost sated and with her hot little body tucked against him, it's a problem for the morning light.
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