Chapter 14: Warm Fuzzies
No, you're not hallucinating, it's really an update! Yeah, I know I am terrible. This is why I stick to writing one shots… But I had no drive because the last books had more than satisfied my Ral cravings. Perfect Blood is excellent and wonderful and exciting, but didn't do it for me in the Ral department. So yeah, trying to finish "Roommates" and working on another Ral fic to be released after the new book comes out. If you have something crazy and fun you want to see happen in "Roommates", message me or leave it in a review. I have a rough idea of where to go, but more crazy fun is always better.
And you don't have to worry about long updates, next chapter is already written WOOT. I will update again in a few days. After that though…I AM trying!
The pain amulet around my neck helped, but I couldn't help but think it would be more effective placed lower on my body. I wasn't being a wuss, really, but my lower regions were certainly feeling the burn from my…well, "our" was more appropriate I guess, work out. Not to mention I really did have a new set of bruises on my chest from that damn wall and my hips from Al's clutching hands. Probably elsewhere too, but I was too exhausted to really check. I turned a bit, careful not to wake him and settled in more comfortably. I felt like I could sleep a hundred years now. Al had interrupted my sleep before he had been summoned away, and I hadn't been able to get anymore winks while I waited for him. Now I was paying for it, and that was entirely fine with me. Al's bed certainly wasn't a twin, and though the linens were inundated with the smell of burnt amber, it was a luxurious bed. The dark sheets were probably silk, and I had a thicker, warmer blanket cocooned around me. Something about having his warm and naked body next to me, his face buried in my unruly curls and one arm thrown over my waist, was beyond comforting…it was fitting and made my sore muscles feel warm and my eyelids feel like lead. I tried telling myself it was from a combination of things: the stress of being in the ever-after, amazing demon sex, my previous lack of meaningful relationships since Kisten, mind-blowing sex with Al, the damaged I'd managed to inflict on myself from the sun, Al's burning body molded to my back, fear from having to testify against Newt, the possibility we'd caused structural damage to that wall in the library…
I ran my fingers lightly over the much larger hand spread across my belly. Al had carried me to bed even though we'd still been joined together, my witch…errr demon hormones reminding me how long it had been and simply refusing to let go of Al's manly bits. He hadn't even complained with how long it took for me to finally release him, didn't comment though I'd turned seven shades of red from embarrassment. He'd gotten a pain amulet for me and we curled up in bed together, the gentle display a stark contrast to how he'd fucked me against wall. But I wouldn't have wanted it different; we'd both waited too damn long, and gentle hadn't been in the cards for our first time.
Al's bare chest was hot against my back, the slow movements of his breath lulling. My eyes fluttered shut. I was damn tired enough, but my thoughts kept chasing around madly in my head like Trent's damn dogs on the trail of something. I tried telling myself I would deal with the morning in the morning. I didn't regret it, I had wanted him and was fairly certain I still did, or at least once my tender bits had recovered, but my doubts and concerns wouldn't be easily soothed. Al mumbled something in his sleep and the puff of breath on my neck tickled. I twisted a bit to get away, and his arm tightened around my waist.
"None of that now, Rachel. I caught you fair and square." He pressed his lips under my ear and I wiggled more despite that the motion didn't help the soreness in my groin and hips.
"Caught me? I must've screwed your brains out, because last time I checked, I'm the one who has tricked you, escaped you, outwitted, out smarted, and generally come out on top in all our dealings." Yeah, I was sleepy, but I wasn't going to pass this up. What's the point of having a naked demon sprawled out next to you if you couldn't tease him a bit?
Al grunted, and if he hadn't been awake before, he was certainly waking up now. And I was suddenly more awake too, adrenaline flooding my system as Al seized me and rolled me under him faster than I could gasp in surprise.
"You're not on top this time, love," Al purred in my ear. He was heavy on top of me and pushing me down into the bed, making my muscles complain and clench despite the pain amulet. To drive home his point, his thrust his hips against mine, and I gasped as the soreness evolved into pain.
"Al," I said through gritted teeth, "get off!"
"You appear to me thoroughly caught. But perhaps I ought to tie you up to make sure?" Al leered down at me, one eyebrow raised. He was clearly teasing, at least I thought he was, but it was anything except fun for me. And damn all raunchy demons, I could feel him getting hard against me again! I might have been in pain, but Al was obviously enjoying himself.
The growl that crawled out of my mouth wasn't weak and feigned this time. "Al, I feel like I've frickin' new holes between my legs, so get the hell off now or you'll never be between them again!"
It certainly had the desired effect. Al's eyes widened in surprise, but he lifted himself off me in a hurry. I gasped in relief and slugged him in the shoulder for good measure. "Jerk," I murmured, resting one hand low on my stomach and trying keep from whining. But hell's bells, that had hurt!
"Itchy witch?" Al asked, concern thick in his voice. I shrugged away from his reaching hands, but he turned me to face him, though he handled me significantly more gently than before.
"You're still hurting?" he asked, and despite it so being his fault, I felt bad for a moment. Not only was he concerned, he sounded apologetic. I seriously hadn't thought I would get Al to apologize for his massive manly bits and the rough ways he used them, but then again, maybe I could convince him to size it down if he did feel sorry for leaving me aching afterwards. But I wasn't really sure I would want him to shrink his junk anymore. I was feeling the consequences of it now, but it had been worth it earlier.
I tried to look at him, but the bedroom was dark and all I could make out was the sharp outline of his chin and the slight gleam of his goat-slitted eyes. I settled for touching his face instead, tracing fingers softly over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose before running my fingers through the fine, curling hair at his temples. He caught my fingers and pressed them to his lips, and I had a hard time staying mad at him.
"I'm just sore, that's all. So don't be climbing all over me. I know I'm demon candy, but you're just going to have to wait." I pressed my lips into his shoulders, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way, but also hoping he'd get the damn hint and reign in the snake.
"I didn't plan on hurting you, Rachel." His voice was quiet, almost something I could have imagined in the dark bedroom. But I wasn't imagining it, he'd said it. And while not the most endearing apology, it was one of the few I'd ever heard from my demon.
"I told you before, Al. You're just too damn big," I tried to sound more joking than angry, but there was a pause again, a long and awkward one. Damn men and their damn touchy pride.
"It was…great, totally worth it, Al," I said, and felt more than heard his rumble of approval. "But maybe we can not try to knock down a wall next time?"
There was a pause, and I thought maybe he was mad or asleep again or something, but I felt one of his hands cup my face before his lips found mine. The tingle of pleasure that didn't have to do entirely with the ley lines traveled all the way down my spine. I kissed him back, and what had been a soft, exploring kiss turned into something more. He pulled me closer to him and one hand traveled down to my chest, his large and callused hand gentle when cupping my breast and leisurely massaging the nipple with his thumb. Unmindful of my aches, I pressed harder against him, tracing my fingers along his muscled hip despite the heavy stirring of his groin that twitched against my leg.
But Al was the one who pulled back, releasing my lips and placing a hand between us when my own started traveling lower on his body.
Al hummed in my hair, his free hand catching my own since I hadn't been deterred and had brushed my fingers softly over his growing erection. "Sweet like candy, indeed, my itchy witch."
And bad for your teeth if you indulged too much. Damn, I had been trying to cool it down, not get him going again. But it was hard with him here and ready with both of us naked. I had a visceral memory of earlier tonight, his hips molded against my ass as he pushed himself into me, pulling moans and gasps from my mouth as his cock had plowed as deep into me as he could go. My eyes fluttered as a trickle of line energy sluggishly moved from his hand to mine. That had been amazing too, the line burning in me even as his hot flesh drove against me, both sensations on the borderline of pain and making the pleasure and satisfaction even greater for it.
"God, Al," I moaned. His lips came back to mine, a mere brush before trailing down my face. Keeping a firm grip on my hands, he began licking along my jaw line and neck, and I shuddered from it, wantings and warnings swirling around meaninglessly in my head.
"But I'll have plenty of time to indulge my sweet tooth later," Al murmured against my skin, his tongue tasting the skin over my pulse before withdrawing. "Now, however, is the time for all good little itchy witches to go to bed." His tone was back to mocking, but I didn't have it in me to try and smack him again. Carefully but forcefully, he turned me so my back was pressed against his chest, our bodies cradled around each other. I could clearly feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. God, how was I going to get to sleep now? His arms wrapped around me, keeping me snug against him.
"Go to sleep, Rachel," he whispered into my ear, and my eyelids descended in compliance. I was still achy, and now ridiculously turned on, but it seemed less of an issue pressed against Al. I told myself again I would deal with it in the morning. A smile I couldn't suppress spread across my face at the thought of how I could deal with Al in the morning…