Smut guys, this is smut. If it's not your thing, or you are under legal age, move on to the next chapter!
"Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke open and rained down
It rained down, like...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain! Let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer."
(Believer- Imagine Dragons)
She smelled divine. That was what had kept him from killing the female. Now, she was writhing beneath him. He had a hand between her milky thighs, testing her, pleased by her willingness. "L!" She whined, rocking her hips as she covered them with a blanket, muttering about a damed camera.
He growled, and swatted at her hand when she reached between her legs. She wasn't going to get in his way of taking what was his. He needed to taste that sweet fertile smell. She seemed to know what he was thinking and raised her arms above her head and let her legs fall apart. The flesh between her legs was wet and flushed, and all his. The organ between his legs began to bounce softly in time with his heartbeat.
She locked eyes with him, and the moan that came out of her mouth made him impossibly harder, "Oh, thank God. You're here with me."
He had no idea what she meant, and she smiled at him, touching his face with one tender hand, "I know, L. It's okay. Just glad you're healing. I was so afraid I'd lost you."
Her words meant almost nothing of him. He was unable to resist the temptation and lowered his head to lick a stripe over her collarbone. Her skin was like honey, smooth and sweet and white as sand. There were freckles dotting her flesh, trailing down her chest to the valley between her breasts and up her throat in small, widely spread dots to just below her ear. He was helpless but to kiss each one when she whimpered and arched under him. At the one beneath her ear, he found out just how sensitive she was and sucked, and licked, and loved on her there while his hand snuck between her folds.
She gasped as he again worked her bundle of nerves, clinging to the bloodied remains of his shirt as he stroked and circled, some part of him knowing that she needed release before he took what was his. He was impatient though, the blood surging through his body urging him on. He pulled his hand out of her, and he'd never wanted to lick it more than he did in that moment.
He needed to taste her directly from the source. He pulled her to the end of the cot and threw her legs over his shoulders, wasting no time in diving forward into her heat, his tongue laving long, full strokes against the seam of her flesh.
Her mouth was open wide in a silent scream as her hands flew down, fingers finding purchase in his hair. The sharp sting of her lithe fingers pulling on the strands was delicious, but paled in comparison to the taste on his tongue. He continued exploring her, relishing in every moan and whimper that left her lips. She rambled on and on, most of which he ignored, but he was paying complete attention as she gasped: "Please, I need you now…", her words trailed off, but...
He agreed.
He pulled the both of them up just far enough for her feet to find purchase, and positioned himself at her entrance. She kept her eyes on him as he rolled his hips forward, filling her in one complete movement. "Oh, my god," she wheezed arching against him, throwing her head back into the cot as she threw a hand over her own mouth, and a sharp tang of blood came from her.
His initial reaction was to pull back. He'd made her bleed. He...
"Don't you dare." She hissed, digging her fingernails into his arm.
Once she'd seemingly adjusted to him, she took her hand from her mouth and relaxed the hand clenched on his arm. Without hesitation, he thrust deep, and groaned loudly at her tightness.
She kissed him once, pulling back, whispering, "We need to stay quiet, L. Those sick bastards don't need to get anymore out of this than they already have."
He could do that, he wanted to keep her to himself anyway. She was his. Her head fell back and she clung to him as he thrust himself in and out of her heat as if his life depended on it, biting down on her shoulder to keep himself from crying out.
Her second release was beautiful, and when his followed seconds later the fascinating scent of the two of them combined was enough to make his head spin. She was his, this female, Maia, his frayed neurons supplied. Maia was his, fully, completely, and no one would take her from him.
Later, as they lay together under the blanket, she whispered to him as she stroked her fingers through his hair, "I thought I'd lost you. And then you weren't dead but you weren't really here either." Her hand stilled in his hair, and he felt a petulant urge to prod her into continuing. She laughed softly, resuming the calming strokes, "I couldn't read your mind. Thought you'd gone completely animal on me, but…maybe your brain needed a bit to get itself back together and let you run on instinct. Does that make sense?"
Not in the least he thought dryly.
She groaned softly at that, "You're such an ass." Using her grip in his hair she tipped his head up to kiss him gently, "I can almost feel all your neurons stitching themselves back together. I don't think that's the first time they've done it either. Damage to certain areas of the brain can result in loss of spoken language, but you spoke before. Maybe the new bullet wound allowed that part of your brain to heal more…sort of like breaking a bone that hasn't set right so it can be fixed properly."
Where the fuck did she get this psycho-babble?
Maia scowled at him, but grabbed him with both arms and hugged him tighter to her bare chest, so he really couldn't complain, "Psychology class, remember?" Oddly enough, he did. Memories had been flooding back since the middle of the sex they'd had.
He had given in. He realized numbly. Before, something had told him to hold back, to not let the animal urges control him, but he'd given in anyway. Now he remembered why. She was young. Too young. As his thoughts spiraled, Maia sunk her fingernails into his skull to get his attention, "Hey, no. I was completely willing." Her voice got softer, "Besides, Wild Man, the two of us…well, that's the least illegal thing going on in this hell hole."
She had a point.
He felt obliged to recreate the experience, but more gently the second time around. He'd been too rough the first time, and they were both lucky she hadn't been seriously injured. He was just glad he'd gotten her off first. He could really have hurt her otherwise. There was no more pillow talk after that, Maia began to fall asleep almost as soon as she had finished, and he wasn't completely certain she wasn't asleep before he had finished.
He didn't take offense, she'd had a rough day. He simply got up from the cot and cleaned the both of them as well as he could with the ruins of her shirt, flipped off the new camera with his middle claw, and settled back down next to her, cocooning her body with his. He'd almost lost her. For a split second he'd thought she was the one the bullet had nestled in and his whole world had ended even before he succumbed to the actual projectile.
Maia stirred slightly in her sleep, pulling his arm to nestle between her breasts so she could press her lips to his knuckles and mumble, so quietly a normal human couldn't possibly have heard, "love you".
L pressed a kiss into her red hair, breathing the mingled scent of them that lingered in the room. He remembered his first word, the one he had blurted in his animal state, but it wasn't the one he wished he'd said, the one he wanted to say. The one that would have made her smile at him.
He waited until her steady breathing indicated she was deeply asleep before painstakingly testing the word on his tongue, trying to remember how to make his mouth move properly. She played it off, but she was an intelligent one, his female. He didn't want to sound like an idiot.
"M-m-mine." Great, he'd recreated the original word he'd uttered his madness, but that wasn't it.
His second attempt was closer, but not good enough.
The third was just right, and he whispered into her hair, "Maia, mine."