Disclaimer: I do not own He-Man, Masters of the Universe, She-Ra, nor have any holdings in Mattel, Filmation, MYP, or the latest MOTU iteration on Netflix. I do not profit from creating He-Man fanfiction; I just enjoy tripping with Adam and Teela. :P
A/N: I appreciate your readership. This is the final installment of the Amazing Grace trilogy. It's going to be very different than the others I've written in terms of content. Depending on how this book is received, I might post one shots after its completion since I'm hearing that this version of Adam/He-Man (personality wise) versus the other's I've written is very popular. We'll see. There's a line in here borrowed from the film, My Cousin Vinny. Every time I hear it, it makes me grin.
Warning: Adult situations and language. You must be at least 18 years of age to read this post.
A NEW CHAPTER
Helmeh gave a smile and a bow.
"Good morning, Your Highness. How was your trip?"
With a smile Adora nodded as the under butlers took her coat, gloves, and cap. "Pretty good, Helmeh, thank you. The pace was frenetic visiting one city after another but overall, it was good. There were thousands of people lining the streets sort of gawking at me," she marveled confused, "But it was fine. "How were things here?"
Hesitating, the older man's features fell slightly, the Princess knitting her brow.
"What happened?"
+it's Adam
Hearing her equine friend's telepathic reply, her stomach dropped. "What happened to Adam?"
The butler opened his mouth then closed it. He timidly gestured forward. "My Princess, if it's deemed acceptable would you please join me in the Drawing Room?"
Fear seized the former Horde Force Captain like nothing she's ever experienced in her entire life. She nodded as the two somberly made their way through the winding marbled halls, he grasping the doors, opening them and standing aside as Adora went through, he following. The doors closed behind them.
Entering she stopped and whirled, her mind churning over the fact that she'd sensed nothing from her twin over the last few days. She berated herself for not picking up on that, too caught up in her stupid little territory tours.
She shivered, overwhelming sadness seizing her heart, her legs nearly giving out with grief. Managing to stay on her feet she realized the reason for the silence: her brother is dead. Her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.
Turning, Helmeh straightened and cleared his throat. "Madame, I'm sorry to inform you that The Prince—"
"—is DEAD," she finished.
Frozen, mouth opened in mid-sentence his eyes went wide. "What? Oh my goodness no, Princess Adora. Prince Adam is quite alive."
"He's injured? He's in a coma? Someone ambushed him on the road. He fell or something—" the rapid-fire questions came in the form of harried panicked statements.
Feeling compassion for the anxious young woman, the older man pressed his lips together, his head tilted in empathy. "No my dear Princess, he possesses no physical injuries."
Inwardly commanding her heart rate and breathing to slow, relieved, her shoulders relaxed. Realizing something, she straightened and squinted at him. "You said, physical, Helmeh."
"Indeed I did, Your Highness," he replied, his tone sorrowful.
Awkward silence.
"What is wrong with my brother?" she asked, her voice tremulous and quiet.
xx
In his office, the Prince and the Queen searched each other's pensive features. She took a deep breath.
"Son, please don't shut down," she pleaded. "Remember what your father told you—"
At the mention of the King, his eyes darkened in anger. Her eyes wide, Marlena stopped. She tilted her head.
"Adam, who are you really angry at?"
He paused, his blue gaze drifting back to the window.
She studied his quiet profile, the room seeming to charge with raw magnetic energy. "That night, you mentioned your foster," she tried. "You meant Ernest?"
Without turning, his eyes darted back to her, the look more suspicious than acknowledging. She bit her lip, tortured at seeing her son revert to the quiet, private hell that paralyzed him for so many years as a little boy.
"Did you forgive Ernest…for what he did to you?" she probed, her voice quiet.
Holding the side eye, he gave a reluctant nod.
Marlena nodded back. "I see. It's the anger that hasn't completely dissipated, is it not?"
He held her gaze.
"Something your father said in there triggered you," she tried again, "Can you tell me what it was, baby?"
He stared silently.
Sitting back, she gave a sigh. "You've been through hell over the past year; pain, betrayals, excruciating torture, not to mention the added pressures of Greyskull's demands all while attempting to do your job as your father's heir." Leaning forward she reached out a hand placing her palm on his desk, his head turning, his eyes moving down to it.
"I want you to know I'm so very proud of you for all you've taken on and seeing it through to the end," she said quietly, her eyes glistening. "You did all this while not fully recovered from the emotional trauma of the first ten years of your life, Adam. You willingly accepted The Sword sacrificing your own needs and wants to defend Eternia and Etheria."
She gave a broken teary smile, Adam's eyes still pinned to her hand.
"And I love you so much, my beautiful baby boy, not for what you do, but simply for who you are. You are my son."
His eyes slowly moved up to meet hers, silently holding her gaze, his features unreadable.
She turned to get up when she felt his hand cover hers, her head snapping back to him, their eyes holding. Struggling to keep her composure, Marlena stood and rounded his desk, Adam's eyes tracking her every movement.
Leaning over, cupping his face in her hands she tenderly kissed his cheek, straightening and swiping at a tear. "You'll talk to us when you're ready, baby. In the meantime, we'll be here. Both your father and I love you, to the Double Moons and back."
The Prince's eyes suddenly fell, glancing away.
Taking a breath, the Queen headed for the door. Reaching it, she placed a hand on the doorknob, stopped, and tenderly gazed over her shoulder, the Prince standing in deference and giving a neck bow.
She mouthed I love you, turned the knob, and left.
Alone, Adam took his seat, his eyes again finding the window.
Concerned, Adora folded her arms.
"Dad, what happened between you and Adam?"
With a sigh, Randor rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his office desk peppered with stacks of documents. "Daughter, it was an argument, not unlike what we've had before," he dismissed. "We'll talk, we'll clear the air and move on like we always do."
Her gaze narrowed pensively. "The Palace staff tells me he's not seeing anyone," she noted. "Lady Helyna advised Helmeh that no one is allowed in, and this has apparently been going on for two days."
At the news the King stopped, his eyes finding hers. "What do you mean no one?"
"Like, no one," she repeated. "Even Captain Duncan was turned away," she replied, her tone slightly accusatory.
He knit his brow.
"And I realized when I got back that I hadn't sensed Adam while I was gone. He's struggling with something. Perhaps something you said triggered him so it makes sense that after the argument he just said, 'fuck it'."
Randor's eyebrows flew up then furrowed. "Daughter. Language, please."
Contrite, she glanced down tilting her head. "Sorry." She perked up, "But am I right?"
He pursed his lips when the Queen suddenly flew open the door, father and daughter's heads snapping to her in surprise.
Adora stood and curtseyed, Marlena making a beeline to her daughter kissing her cheek and squeezing her tightly, the Princess smiling, eyes closed. Releasing her but clasping her daughter's hand, Marlena turned to her husband.
"Adam's gone silent."
Adora's mouth fell open, the King knitting his brow.
"WHAT?"
"You heard me, Randy. He's. Stopped. Talking. And thanks to you, he's back to fucking nine years' old."
Adora's head snapped to her father at the language, gesturing in solidarity at her livid mother. Randor frowned.
"So two nights on the couch did nothing to temper your hostility?" he spat.
Marlena released Adora and folded her arms, "If you think this is hostile, wait until you see me tonight."
Silence.
Adora's blue gaze volleyed between her parents, locked in a stare down. She shifted her feet. "Maybe we should sit down…talk this out?"
Blinking, her parents glanced her way, Marlena acquiescing and taking a seat with Adora following, Randor shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Now," the Princess thoughtfully crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knee. "From what I'm told, you and Adam had a screaming match resulting in damage to the floor."
Weary, Randor gave a reluctant nod, his eyelids closing annoyed. Something suddenly occurred to him. "How did you know the details?"
"Dad, the staff talk amongst themselves," she replied. "You should already know this. I've only been here two months and I know they gossip." He rolled his eyes, a palm going to his forehead in response. "So, who destroyed the floor?"
"Adam," Marlena replied.
Adora's eyebrow flicked up. "How?"
"The Sword."
She snapped her head to her father. "Hera – he drew The Power Sword?" she asked, incredulous.
The King nodded dismissively.
"That is major," she said reflectively, her eyes pensive moving to the desk. "Did he try to use it on you?"
"Of course not!" he waved away, annoyed.
"It was a fit of rage," her mother interjected, "One we've seen before."
Adora turned to her Mom for clarity.
Marlena sighed. "When he was little, triggered, he picked up the dining room chair and smashed it to pieces against the floor."
His sister's eyes widened. "He told me he's thrown tantrums in the past, but wow okay." She turned to her father. "You two have had arguments before but he did not revert, correct?"
"Correct."
"Do you guys know what was said that may have triggered him this time?"
Saddened, they both shook their heads, their gazes distant.
The Blonde pursed her lips, her sapphire gaze lowering in thought. "We must find out what is happening. Maybe I can try. Do you think he will see me?"
"Of course," Marlena replied reaching out a hand and squeezing her daughter's. She furrowed her brow, "But, ever since you've returned home, I've noticed something peculiar and wanted to talk to you about it, sweetheart."
Confused, the young woman expectantly cocked her head.
"Your syntax. It vacillates between contractions and omission of modals. It doesn't seem conscious."
Adora blinked at her.
"You drift from using a relaxed way of speech to a more formal one, typically when you're stressed about something," she replied, her tone soft and empathetic. "Maybe you're struggling with unresolved issues, as well? It would be expected after the years you've spent with The Horde enduring their abuse, honey. Have you talked to the therapist we recommended?"
Her daughter shook her head. "Umm…no. I've been busy…," she trailed off.
"Maybe it's the magical switch Greyskull pulled substituting the Tamul language for Etrurian?" Randor waved off, "Just a glitch. Nothing serious, Daughter."
"Perhaps". His wife's hazel-blue gaze suspicious, she turned back to her daughter, her eyes roving her baffled features. "Just something I caught and was questioning, that's all." She shifted in her seat. "With this Skeletor business almost done, you and your brother will be free to commit to the healing process more fully. Focus on yourselves, getting healthy."
Adora nodded. "Yes. We've been umm…sort of busy," she said with a shrug.
"Very," Randor added. He straightened. "Go talk to your brother. I'll give him space, but it doesn't excuse what he did."
"What exactly did he do to cause such a rift, Dad? Usurp the throne?"
Her father gave her a look. "No, but damn near close."
"Randy, don't be such a Drama King," Marlena insisted curtly.
Randor glared at his wife before turning back to his daughter. "Your brother doesn't seem to understand the seriousness of his own safety," he replied. "I can't leave him alone. He pulled some self-sabotaging trick this time and nearly got himself killed."
"What did he do?"
He gave a sigh. "He made an impromptu stop at a public place resulting in almost getting trampled by a mob," he said.
"Mob?" Adora asked.
"Yes. Meaning, the people there, and there were hundreds mind you, were so enamored by him that the crowd swelled and nearly knocked him off his feet per the reports," he replied.
She thought for a moment. "Why did he go there?"
"So called personal business," Randor snapped, annoyed.
"Well then, maybe it was important, Dad?"
"More important than surviving to carry on the royal line?"
Adora's gaze narrowed. "What am I, chopped liver?"
Randor seemed confused, Marlena suppressing a grin at the Earthen idiom.
"I'm saying that with you so focused on Adam taking the Throne, it appears either you or this planet would be unwilling to abide the notion of a woman succeeding the Throne. There are many women on Etheria who rule their territories and it's the women who possess supernatural powers. Is it different here?"
Marlena gave in to the smile, her eyes going to her husband. Blinking, Randor's lips silently parted.
"Let's be very clear," Adora added, "I do not want Adam's job. I feel for him as he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and quite agilely, I might add. So I'm content being the Heir Presumptuous or whatever."
The Queen snorted a chuckle.
"Presumptive," the King corrected.
Adora shrugged.
"Daughter," he leaned forward beckoning her hand to his, "I am so proud of the both of you and would be satisfied at either one of you coming to ascension," he said, his hazel eyes pinned to sapphire.
Adora took the offered hand with some temerity. He squeezed it lovingly.
"I am not placing Adam above you in value, my dear one. I love you both equally, and I'm sorry I came across as favoring one over the other. That is unacceptable. Please accept my apologies."
Waving a dismissive hand, shaking her head Adora shrugged it away.
"There is no issue with a female ruler on Eternia; we've had them in the past. My commitment has been to ensure the Throne is succeeded in primogeniture," he explained. "The notion of a monarchy is quite fragile, my dear. Any aberration could result in loss of faith in the established process dating back six thousand years. We must do all in our power to abide by the transition norms as expected by our subjects. Now, of course if something happened to your brother, The Ancients forbid, you would succeed me as the legitimate Eternian Heir." He tilted his head. "Stability is everything. That's all I'm saying, Adora."
She nodded. "I understand."
"Good," he released her hand. "Now go talk to your brother," he gestured to the door.
"That sounded a lot like an order," Marlena quirked a brow.
"It is. I'm the King. Now go," he waved at the door, Adora snorting a laugh and standing. Curtseying her parents, she left. Randor and Marlena held each other's gazes.
"You're still not off the hook," she said, squinting.
The King gave an exasperated sigh.
xxx
The Princess made her way through the halls, nobles and Palace staff bowing and curtseying as she passed by. Still unaccustomed to the veneration she nodded finally reaching her brother's office doors. Entering, Lady Helyna stood and curtseyed.
"Your Highness. Welcome back! How may I help you?"
Adora smiled. "Thank you, My Lady. I'm here to see my brother."
Helyna's face fell, unsure of what to do. "Umm…well you see, My Princess, he—"
Just then the door opened, Adam emerging with specs in his hand, his head snapping to his twin.
His features set alight, Adora was immediately met with a megawatt Duchenne smile. Placing the specs on his assistant's desk he gestured with his head toward his doors.
Her relieved gaze shifting to the Princess, Lady Helyna gestured to him. "Please, go in, Your Highness."
"Thanks," she replied following her brother, he holding the door open as she went through, closing it behind them.
Entering she turned to face him, a smile of her own matching his as they wrapped their arms around each other in a very long, very snug, embrace. Releasing, he gestured to the couch, she following as they both took seats.
Cutting to the chase, sitting up she leaned forward. "I just left Mom and Dad. They're very worried about you."
The smile disappeared, his eyes wandering the room.
"What happened?" she asked, her eyes distraught. "I know you guys had a fight. Apparently, you've had many of them before, but…why are you silent this time?"
Adam's eyes went back to her.
Adora sighed. Standing, she stood and sat down snuggling next to him, he putting an arm around her.
She buried her cheek in the crook of his shoulder. "Talk to me, Brother. I'm sorry I was so preoccupied with work these last few days," she said forlornly. "I didn't pick up until now that I hadn't sensed your emotional state. "I am sorry."
She felt him shake his head as if to say, Not your responsibility. Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes.
"I heard you're grounded."
Pursing his lips, annoyed Adam rolled his eyes.
She frowned. "Where are you? It's hard to pick you up," she stated, her eyes searching his as they stared at each other a full minute.
"Captain Teela has been trying to get in to see you. Did you know that?"
His eyebrows flying up, he shook his head. Her brow knit, she put her head back down, his cheek moved against her hair.
"This is very scary, Adam. I don't like it. I want my brother back."
At that, she felt his chest lift in a deep breath expelling in apparent exasperation, her head lifting and falling with its movement. Patting her palm against his chest, her eyes shined with emotion. She closed her eyes.
The twins sat together for a long time…in silence.
-That Evening, Before Dinner -
The Commander of the Royal Guard, his Captain, Orko and Cringer all convened in his workshop, everyone sitting quietly.
"He just works, and nobody's seen him. Maybe Mrs. Stoley can stop by and talk to him?" Orko suggested.
Duncan shook his head. "I'm concerned about the current rift in the Royal Family," he said more to himself, his chestnut gaze studying the floor, "And Teela'Na has not replied to my inquires."
Teela grimaced. "Why won't he let me in, Daddy? That's not like him."
Duncan took a breath, folding his arms. "Her Majesty tells me he's stopped speaking. He's apparently reverted to the survival methods he used when he was a boy."
Everyone gasped.
"Oh no that's not good," Orko lamented, Cringer worried lying on the floor, his head on his paws.
"You knew this, Cringer?"
The cat's head shot up and nodded, his golden eyes locked on Duncan's.
"What does he do when he gets home?" Teela asked.
*he doesn't speak to me
*he comes home, hugs me, showers, reads a book, goes to bed
*no meals, just water
Her brow knit, Teela nodded, Duncan and Orko watching her anxiously. She turned to them. "Cringer says he doesn't say anything, just goes about his nighttime routine. And…he's not eating."
Another gasp.
"That's not good either!" Orko nearly shouted, wringing his hands. "It's been two days. With that super metabolism he's got, he could damage his organs!"
"And you can't reach him telepathically, Daughter?"
She shook her head. "It's as if he's vacated his body," she explained, distraught. "It's complete silence. Separation. Almost like…death," her eyes threatened to fill with tears, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the diamond bracelet he gave her for her birthday.
Duncan's pensive gaze shifted to the communicator on his wrist. "His assistant is following security protocol. She's logged he left for the evening and has gone to his chambers," he tapped it, "That was twenty minutes ago—"
A buzz at the door drew their attention, Farrell standing and stepping to the wall-com.
"Commander Duncan."
"Hi Duncan, it's me, Adora," the grainy electronic voice emanated from the call box.
He hit the entry button, the pocket doors swishing open, the Princess standing in the hallway with a sad smile, her hands clasped in front of her.
"Please, do come in," Duncan gestured, she stepping inside, everyone standing.
"I'm sorry to bother you guys but you know what's happening, right?"
Teela gave her a side eye. "You mean, there's more than just what's going on with Adam?"
"No. Well, yes. Uhh…well sort of. Adam's not talking to either Mom or Dad, and they're nearly at each other's throats over the blowout," she said, her eyes scanning everyone anxiously.
"I know."
Everyone's gaze snapped to Farrell.
"Randy told me he's been relegated to the couch for the last two nights. The relationship is pretty acrimonious at the moment."
Teela glanced at Orko with chagrin. "So, he's not talking to you either, Adora?"
Saddened, the Princess shook her head. "He's responsive, just not verbally."
The Redhead's emerald gaze shifted slowly to the floor.
"And Teela, you need to know something."
Her eyes snapped back to the Blonde.
"He didn't know you were denied access to him," Adora stated. "He had no idea you'd come to see him."
Annoyed, her lips parted. "So Lady Helyna decided to block me—?"
"Daughter—"
"No Daddy, that's bullshit," she cut him off, hot. "She has the nerve to assume—"
Her father held up a hand. "She was instructed to refrain from admitting visitors via the Do Not Disturb status he activated," he explained. "As he rarely uses that feature, she assumed that meant everyone. If he doesn't specify exceptions for audience, she, logically so, interprets it as applying to everyone."
"Mom got in somehow."
They all looked at a pensive Adora.
"Because she's the Queen," Duncan replied. "I'm sure no one would prohibit Their Majesties from attempting access to their son."
Glancing away, the Princess shrugged. "DND means DND on Etheria," she mumbled.
"He's not eating, Adora," Orko interjected.
Her eyes shot up. "He's not?"
The Trollan shook his head.
Her sapphire gaze landed on emerald. "You need to go and see him, Teela."
The Captain's lips parted. "Of course. But if he's not even talking to you or his parents, how could I expect he'll talk to me?"
"I recall a moment you made that happen without even trying, Daughter," Farrell replied. "The orphanage. Eleven years ago. You were the first person he'd ever uttered a word to remember?"
She blinked, her pensive gaze darting about. "Yes…yes, I do."
Adora threw a backward thumb over her shoulder. "Then make it happen, Cap'n."
All eyes shot again to the Blonde. She scanned the room.
"What?"
Despite the desperate situation, Teela allowed herself a chuckle.
xxx
A knock at the door.
His hair damp from a shower and wearing only black silk pajama bottoms, the Prince entered the foyer and peered through the door viewer.
He flinched and pivoted, his back against the wall pensive, his eyes searching the floor. Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob.
x
Teela stood in the hall, her eyes finding the security detail at the end of the Royal Wing. They glanced at her, she offering a forced smile and awkward wave, the men acknowledging back. Hearing the knob turn, her attention went back to the door.
Slowly the door opened, Adam's blue gaze peeking through the crack before it finally opened all the way. Their gazes locked.
"May I come in?"
His gaze slowing slipping over her head to toe, he nodded and took a step back.
Oh no. The damn butterflies – not now! Teela stepped inside past Adam. He shut the door, gesturing to the couch.
"Thanks." She entered and took a seat, he taking the one opposite, fidgeting slightly.
Awkward silence.
"I came to check on you."
His eyes locked with hers, he silently drummed his fingers on his knee.
She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry your relationship with your dad is strained right now. Just know that we all love you and want what's best for you, okay?"
Adam stared at her, unreadable. He finally gave a nod.
She nodded back, her gaze shifting to his chest.
The faint outline of his ribcage had begun to appear through the skin, and she noticed now that his pants were a little loose. She knit her brow.
"Adam you've gotta eat, you know that," she said, trying to keep the panicked shrill out of her voice. "Your body can't afford to go without fuel. Your enhanced metabolism burns it up so quickly. Are you punishing yourself for some reason?"
Brooding, he glanced away.
Frustrated and the chambers suddenly suffocating, she straightened and began to remove her hoodie. "Sorry. All of a sudden it's really hot in here."
His eyes drifted back to her as she struggled to remove the hoodie, yanking at it, half of it over her head, the tension and stress of the moment causing her to entangle awkwardly. He gave an amused snort, the corner of his mouth curling up.
Hearing his reaction Teela stopped, the sweatshirt now completely stretched over her face and head, her arms trapped inside, the image ghostlike. The sweatshirt suddenly elbowed out to the sides, evidence her fists were on her hips.
"So you think this is funny, huh?" her muffled voice accused, perturbed.
Although she couldn't see, the smile grew slightly. Adam stood and approached, sitting beside her.
Unable to see anything, her head followed the sound of movement, she flinching as the couch slightly shifted with his weight.
"You're going to sit there and make fun of me, aren't you?" she asked, her tone now lighter, teasing.
He scoffed another chuckle as he reached out and removed the sweatshirt uncovering her wary features suddenly lifting at his amusement. Shaking her head, she folded her arms.
His eyes oddly went to her hair before returning.
"What is it?" she reached a hand up to her hair, the smoothed and coifed high bun now a complete disaster, the hoodie having done its work, her fiery tresses confused not knowing whether to remain contained or escape in frizzy winglike formation, her expression switching to abject mortification.
Highly amused, Adam's grin grew wider, her grin slowly meeting his.
"I'm glad I'm a source of entertainment for you, pal," she snorted playfully.
His features waxing thoughtful, Teela's brow furrowed, her eyes searching. She gently took his hand in hers.
"I don't know where you are right now, Adam, but I'm here. You don't have to go through this alone, my Love." His gaze following her movements she lifted his hand to snuggle her cheek against his palm, her eyes closing.
She heard him take a sharp intake of air. Teela stopped and lifted her head, her eyes locked with his.
"Are you okay?"
Stilled, Adam stared at her.
Confused she shifted in her seat to face him, releasing his hand, folding a leg underneath her. Leaning forward, her emerald gaze narrowed.
"My best friend's in there somewhere."
More staring.
After a few beats, his gaze slowly moved over her before returning to her eyes. She flinched a jolt.
The butterflies…
She tilted her head to the side. "Is this okay…?" She slowly scooted closer, he staring blankly.
Moving closer, she palmed the couch and leaned in ever so gently, lightly touching her lips to his.
He neither flinched nor pulled away, she always sensitive to his body language cues. Pulling back, they held gazes.
"More?"
Adam sat motionless. After what seemed like forever, he finally gave a nod.
Smiling, Teela leaned in again this time kissing him soundly, gently nibbling at his lips until he finally parted them and kissed her back, the response intense.
The kiss deepening, she climbed into his lap, his hands slowly moving around her waist as they kissed passionately, she moaning against his lips.
Electrified, without breaking the kiss Adam grasped her derriere and stood, Teela's arms caressing his neck as he carried her into his bedchambers, the kiss growing desperate, urgent.
Placing a knee on the bed he lowered her to her back, the kiss breaking as she scooted backwards and grasped the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing it across the room before unbuttoning her jeans and yanking at them, he moving closer helping her pull them completely off leaving her in only bra and panties.
Adam reached behind her back, she arching as he unclasped her bra tossing it over his shoulder before gently pulling off her panties, flinging them aside.
His hungry gaze raked over her natural beauty before straightening and pulling the drawstring from his pants. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband, she helping pull them off.
Planking her, his warm strong body covering hers he kissed her deeply, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Squeezing her thighs she nudged him to flip to his back, the kiss breaking as she playfully licked his cheek before sliding her tongue down the apple of his throat, nibbling at his pecs, going lower…lower…
He flinched, gasping a sharp intake of air, his breathing labored as her tongue tortured him, his back suddenly arching in agony, a throaty guttural moan escaping him as she climbed atop sinking down onto his hardness, leaning over and interlacing his hands with hers, pinning him against the bed as she rode him slowly, deeply.
Her heart racing, she picked-up speed, his eyes closed biting his lip as their hips moved in sync, her body climbing to summit, he nearly there when he switched up, flipped her onto her back and moved in deep, long strokes slowing the pace.
Teela yelped at the mind-blowing sensation, emotional, her eyes welling with tears, her thighs caressing his hips as they moved faster and deeper, moaning and howling his name until they finally both hit climax simultaneously, her body convulsing in orgasm, his entire body shivering as he exploded inside of her releasing a deep, tortured groan.
Exhausted he collapsed on top of her, she swiping at tears and wrapping her arms tightly around him, her ankles locked as she held him close, his body slowly releasing the tension, his face buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder.
"Ohhh…God…," he moaned into her shoulder, his voice muffled.
Teela gasped. "You spoke!"
She felt him stiffen slightly. Shifting his weight onto his arms he looked down at her in disbelief.
The moment hit her, her eyes going round.
"THERE you are!"