In the Event…
Authors Note:
Sorry for the delay in getting this one out to you all. I have been having a few too many story trickle days in a row. I also want to thank all of you who have been so kind to let me know what you think of this story. Know that I also like to hear any of the recommendations that you might have for this work or any other that I am working on. I am just amazed all around that there are so many of you who are even interested in what it is that I have to write. Loves from me too all of you, and now on with the story.
Chapter 8
The second day at the cabin continued much the same as the first. Grant woke up, made food for himself and Daisy and when the Ghost Wind toxin built up in her system they would retreat to the bedroom and Grant would bring her to orgasm after orgasm and then she would sleep. On the third day Lincoln and Jemma returned and true to his word Lincoln has brought the portable transitioner with him. Grant was also happy to see that Kara had come with them today as their piolet. Jemma skipped into the cabin to check over Daisy and see how she was progressing while Grant went with Lincoln back to the quin jet that he had arrived in and after stripping down to his shorts he arranged himself on the cot they had brought with them and let them hook him up to the machine.
Grant and Kara talked about all of the things they had done over the last year and all of the places that they had been. Kara and Lincoln shared some of the funny stories that they had acquired since they had been paired together, that had Grant laughing as Lincoln attached all of the sensors and electrodes to his body that resembled acupuncture needles. A few hours latter Jemma and Daisy, who had left the cabin for the first time in days, joined them on the jet to see how things where going. Daisy was exited and a little surprised when she found out that Grant fell into a class one alpha inhuman and had then had to explain to Grant just what that meant.
"As you can imagen there are passive, active and benign gifts. Passive gifts are ones that are only helpful to the person who has them like speed, strength or healing. These we list as beta gifts. Active gifts are ones that can be used against others. Like your fire, Daisy's quake or my electricity. These are listed as alpha gifts." Lincoln told Grant as they waited for the electrodes to finish adjusting his readings so that he had a continues flow of electrolytes with in his body. "Lastly benign gifts are ones that ether result in physical change or gifts that even the owner of them has little to no control over. An example would be Reina's metamorphosis combined with her clairvoyance."
"I brought over the class system from the index so that we could gage just how dangerous each of the gifts are. This we," Daisy said indicating between herself and Lincoln. "adapted based off of the readings that we acquire from the transitioner. So for example level one's have access to their gifts at any time and only after extended use do they actually tire. This level of gift is rare. Before today myself and my mother where the only two that I had been aware of. Now level two's are not as common as level three's but with both levels their gifts are far more helpful to both themselves and others. Level twos don't tire nearly as fast as the level threes do though. Level threes are the most common and there are so many gifted that fall into this category. Reina's clairvoyance is an example of a level four gift, as she had little control over using it, even if it was useful. Level fives are a physical change only. I believe that Level fours and fives are almost as rare as level twos. I think that they would have been seen as the failures of the Cree experiment as they would have been seen as the weakest of the changed."
"So what your saying is that I am just as dangerous as an inhuman as I was as a specialist." Grant inquired.
"Actually what Daisy is the most surprised and I believe most exited about is that with your high level of gift and your past training you are perhaps the rarest and hopefully most helpful inhuman that we have on record." Lincoln left his statement at that as he began removing the sensors and electrodes as the transitioner had finished. "Now I would recommend a big lunch as you will probably notice the difference in energy levels now and if necessary even a nap to help finalize the balancing with in your body. But when your ready, I would suggest before we leave for the day, that you test out your gifts so that you can acclimatize yourself to the changes that you have undergone. This way we can also observe just how much stronger you have become."
Latter that afternoon Grant stood on the docks of the lake while Lincoln, Daisy, Kara and Jemma waited by the shore as he started to lob different sized fire balls out into the lake. When asked, Grant admitted that doing his normal training exercises was much easier then it had ever been in the past. With Daisy's encouragement Grant agreed to see just how large he could make a fire ball until he felt he would loose control. Grant was focusing so intently on what he was doing that he failed to notice when it was that Daisy had joined him on the docks. As Daisy tripped over a loose board on the dock Grant turned just as he was about to loosen the 3-foot-wide fire ball into the lake. Before he could stop it the ball it was flying towards Daisy. Instinctively Grant tried to bring the fire ball back into himself and stop the flame from touching the woman he cared so much about. This resulted in a two-fold effect as most of the flame returned to Grant and the ball shrank to the size of a volleyball. This unfortunately still hit Daisy in the chest and knocked her right off the docks and onto the shore. The second outcome was that the flames that Grant had been able to bring back into himself caused his hole body to burst into flames, resulting in him having to jump into the lake to stop himself from harming anything else.
Jemma ran to where Daisy had landed and checked her over while Lincoln and Kara ran up the docks to see if Grant was alright. They had both been surprised to see Grant turn into a human torch before he disappeared under the surface of the lake. When Grant finally came back to the surface the others could see that his flames had gone out and that the clothing he was wearing had been scorched and burned to the point of the garments being no better then rags now.
"Is Daisy alright?"
"I'm fine. Real Jem's you can let me up." When Grant, Lincoln and Kara joined them on the shore the first thing that Grant did was look Daisy over himself to assure him that she was indeed alright. "See just as I said. I'm fine. Just knocked the wind out of me. So no harm no foul."
"NO HARM?! A ball that size should have broken every rib you have and left you dam near dead. I used one the size of a basket ball to take out a military SUV in Russia. How are you not hurt?" Grant asked pulling his ruined shirt over his head so he could rap the scraps across the front of her ruined shirt so that she was not exposing herself to the others.
"I have a theory about that but I need to consult some of the manuscripts from Afterlife." Lincoln told them as they all made their way back up to the cabin. Grant then went off to play a game of poker with Lincoln and Kara while Daisy and Jemma started on dinner for the group as they had decided that they would all eat together before the others left for the evening. Jemma looked over at where Grant and the others were playing their game out on the porch and shook her head. From what she had seen over the last few days she could tell that the man that Grant had once been was not the man that he was now. She however was not sure if she could ever find it in herself to forgive him for his past and all of the betrayal that they had suffered when they had found out that he was working with Hydra.
"I know that look Jem's. No one ever said that you have to forgive him. Just give it a few days and then this Ghost Wind will be done and then he will be gone again." Daisy told her friend as she continued to cut up the potatoes for Jemma's famous shepherds pie.
"Are you so sure that your going to just let him walk away now that you know full well that not only is he an inhuman but a level one alpha. Didn't you tell Coulson that you and your people needed every level one alpha or beta that you could find. That only the strongest would survive if the Cree were ever to come back for you all." Jemma knew that this reason alone would have Daisy trying to convince Grant to stay. The fact that the two of them had been intimate and that doing so had more then likely re ignited the feelings that Daisy had for her old SO, was likely to be the 'nail in the coffin' about getting the man to stay.
"I am not going to make him stay when this is all done. I'm not even sure how I would feel about having him so close after what we have just been threw." Daisy would more then likely demand a more reliable way of getting in contact with Grant in the future once he had left but she felt that she would likely need some time apart from him after this Ghost Wind was done so that she could sort out her feelings that she knew were indeed returning for him.
Latter that evening when Jemma and the others had left, Daisy convinced Grant to take a blanket out to the hill side just north of the cabin so that they could look at the stars. Jemma had told her while they had been making dinner that there was supposed to be a meteor shower that evening and if they were luck they might even be able to see it, since they were so far away from any major city and all of its lights. As they settled themselves along with some additional blankets rapped around them and some hot cocoa, Grant would point out different constellations to Daisy and they would laugh when she would try make up her own.
"How do you know so much about the stars?" Daisy asked leaning her head onto Grant's shoulder.
"Well when I lived out in the woods as a teen I had a lot of time to learn. Even got some books on it latter when I went to the academy when an instructor said that you could navigate by them if lost in the wild on a mission." Grant rapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. When Daisy turned to look at him she was surprised at just how close they were as she could feel his breath against her lips.
Daisy leaned forward then and their mouths crushing together, lips parting and tongues meeting. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding into his hair, legs moving apart so she could straddle his lap. His hips bucked upwards, and she let out another sound as she felt him, felt the proof of his arousal, of his interest and desire for her. She rolled her hips in response, denim-on-denim causing beautiful friction, excitement shooting through her gut when he growled, rolling her over onto her back.
Grant slid between her jean-clad legs, one hand resting on her waist where her t-shirt had ridden up, the other resting behind her head. Daisy tilted her head in order to kiss him better, raising her hips into his again, grinning to herself when he gasped harshly into her mouth and scraped his nails against her skin.
"Shit," she whispered into the kiss, arching both toward him and away, all at the same time. "Ward."
His eyes squeezed closed and a shudder wracked his whole body, transferring through her. He slipped his hand under the edge of her t-shirt, hissing, "Aah... fuck, Daisy, I need you."
Daisy arched up suddenly when he scraped his nails lightly across her midriff and pushed her shirt up to just below her breasts. One wide, warm hand splayed over her stomach, and Grant pushed himself to his knees, his eyes gazing over her body. His eyes lingered where her jeans hugged low on her hips, hipbones exposed and paler than the rest of her. He brushed his knuckles over them before he leaned down, pressing his lips to the hollow just beside one, then moving his way up to her slender stomach.
He left soft, quick kisses across the canvas of her belly, making her squeak and squirm when his warm breath fell across her skin. It was only when his tongue traced the base of her ribcage that she sighed, whimpering when he blew on the skin and it immediately turned cold. Nuzzling near her bellybutton before he pulled back, leaving her shirt where it was, breasts still covered and stomach exposed and moving to her jeans. His fingers worked at the button. Long fingers hooked in her belt loops, tugging sharply down to peel the fabric from her slender legs.
Grant stopped when the pants reached her ankles, for just long enough to pull her shoes and socks from her feet, kicking his own off in the process. Then, he pulled the denim from her legs and tossed them aside, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive curve of her calf, and allowed his hands to slide over firm muscles and soft, slender thighs.
His eyes met hers in hesitation, and after a second, she nodded just barely. His hand paused for only a moment before they brushed over the front of her panties. Daisy's hips raised instinctively, and he was filled with insistent need when he felt the slight dampness there. "God, Daisy," he murmured, leaning down to press their mouths together again and pulling away when he felt hands at his own shirt.
Grant looked at her questioningly when she scowled, sitting up and pulling at his t-shirt. He suddenly understood, helping her pull it over his head and throwing it to land on the ground with her pants. Dainty hands touched every ridge of solid muscle, before her hand lay flat against his chest-
Against his heart.
He sighed, lowering himself so their bodies fit together, toying with the straps of her bra. He rested his forehead against hers, rolling some of her hair around his finger. His hands settled at her waist when she reached between them and watched as she bit her lip in concentration as she worked to pop open the button on his jeans.
"Stupid..." she mumbled. "Stupid thing. I can't..."
He laughed at her reaction, covering her hands with his and helping her free the stubborn piece of brass from the buttonhole. "It's alright."
"Help me get these off you." Daisy demanded impatiently.
"Alright, alright," Grant replied, smiling faintly. "Be patient." the man said, shifting to pull his jeans off, leaving him bare but for his boxer-briefs. He grabbed her around the waist, despite her indignant grumblings. He kissed her quiet, twisting his fingers into her hair and holding her there until she gave in. Her body relaxed back against him and her eyes cracked open, sighing when he pulled away, her foot tracing idly back and forth across his calf.
Grant palmed her breast, squeezing slightly and making her arch up into him. Rough, callused fingers found the pert bud of her nipple threw the fabric of her bra and rolled it between his fingers. A loud, throaty moan escaped Daisy, and her nails dug into his sides. There was something about that violent and strangely erotic addition that finally drove him over the edge, fingers gripping the sides of her underwear he pulled the scrap of fabric away, leaving her completely bare under his hungry gaze. Short, dark curls were her only protection now, slightly coarse when he tentatively touched them, but no less appealing, by any means.
"Daisy..." Grant breathed, one hand tracing the curves and dips of her body. "You are absolutely beautiful. Flawless. Perfect."
She smiled and reached for him, sitting up and kissing him. Her hands pushed his hair back from his face, smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest, finally settling at his hips and toying with the waistband of his boxers, the final barrier between them. He groaned at the feeling of her soft hands against his skin, combined with his anticipation.
Grant pulled back just barely, brushing his lips over the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and the tip of her nose, smiling slightly when Daisy broke out laughing. When she had stopped, her eyes meeting his as she carefully started pushing the garment down his hips. His hands covered hers, helping her to remove his boxers, gasping and hissing under his breath when the elastic waistband dragged against his aching erection. Reaching out to her, he brushed his fingertips over her collarbone, skimming over her breast and tracing the dips of her ribs, following the natural curve of her body to her hips. His thumb stroked over one of the slightly protruding bones there, humming quietly in response to her soft whimper. Daisy slowly lowered her hand to rest against his abdomen.
"Daisy, you don't have to," Grant started when he realized what she was intending, the rest of that statement cut off by his shuddering moan when her fingers brushed his straining cock. "Oh god."
Her mouth curved into a smile as her hand took hold of the flushed organ and giving it a firm stroke. "Feel good?'" she asked, grinning when she realized that she'd finally turned the tables on him.
"You have n- no idea," he breathed. When Grant felt he could take no more with out coming, he was grateful when Daisy removed her hand from his member and after slipping the condom that she had put in her bra that morning onto him she pushed himself forward, slipping inside and not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her. Daisy's chest heaved as she took in oxygen, shifting her hips in an effort to find a comfort spot on the ground, suddenly stilled when Grant gripped her hips, hissing, "Wait a second."
"Okay," she whispered, not able to stop the trembling of her body.
"Fuck," he growled under his breath. "So tight... so hot. Feels so good."
"Good to know," Daisy breathed, resting her head back and closing her eyes.
Without warning, he began to pull back, slowly sliding out and leaving her feeling empty, at least until his hips snapped forward, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body that fizzled like lightening, a quiet cry escaping her mouth and a sharp snarl escaping his. Daisy whined softly, shifting her hips again in search of that feeling. Her skin was tingling all over, and though she'd imagined sex with Grant before, she never imagined that it could feel like this.
"Ward," she gasped, clinging to him when he repeated the motion, her arms linking together around his back and her nails digging into his skin. Blood welled up from the scratches, but Grant didn't seem to mind it, in fact the pain seemed to make the force of his hips increase.
"Move with me, Daisy," the dark-haired man ordered, his hands finding their way to her hips and aiding her as she arched up into him. "Mmm, yeah, that's it."
Daisy threw her head back as their rhythm grew faster, no longer entirely in control of her body and not entirely sure that he was, either. At this point, she didn't really care, as long as the intoxicating friction between them didn't stop anytime soon. Pleasure was rolling and churning and bubbling in her stomach, slowly starting to boil over and she wasn't sure how long she could hold it back. "Ward," Daisy moaned, her voice cracking halfway through his name. "God, please don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," he growled.
Daisy's back arched off the blanket with a hoarse shout, legs wrapping around his waist and biting down hard on his shoulder to keep herself quiet. Grant snarled out a curse, pushing up to his knees and using them as leverage for a new angle, one that had Daisy's vision bursting with colors and sounds blurring together. And then Ward leaned down to her, nipping at the shell of her ear before he choked out, "My name is Grant."
Through the haze of her mind, this sentence somehow seemed to compute, despite the impending sensory overload that was sure and soon to come. Daisy's chocolate eyes opened halfway, locking with his, amber and expectant eyes, watching her with unrestrained lust as she writhed beneath him.
"Grant!" Daisy yelled, and both pleasure and quake shocks exploded outward, filling her body with more sensation than she had ever felt or even thought that she could feel. The colors washed over her until they melted and mixed into one, a solid white that completely took over her vision and body and left nothing behind but the man above her.
Grant shuddered, his body tensing beyond the point of pain, leaving him a mass of sensation that was completely controlled by the woman that was beneath him. They reached and came down from their high together, gasping for every breath and completely lost, eyes open but unseeing, body shaking even still from the force of their orgasms. Daisy's cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and parted, and Grant thought that she was the single most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, intimately or otherwise.
He pushed her bangs back from her eyes, leaning down to kiss her and feeling her respond, but only barely. Her lips were a whisper against his, her fingertips touching his cheek for a moment before they fell, her head leaning back and her eyes closing, breathing slowing to a moderate pace.
He smiled to himself, she'd fallen asleep again. Gathering her into his arms and cranking out his natural heat to warm them, Grant leaned back onto the blanket and gazed up at the stars again. If the meteor shower had happened this evening, then he and Daisy had missed the whole thing. Regardless all he could hope for were more nights like this in the future.
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