Seeing Double – Part 6

Princess fastened the suspender to the silk stockings she had bought before the mission and stepped into the shoes and turned to the mirror.

She smiled at her reflection. Even if only she knew what she had on under her everyday clothes, it was worth it. She felt sexy, and if she felt sexy, she would have the confidence to try to take things with Mark further.

Perhaps she could even give him a glimpse occasionally of what was there. After all, it was all just for him.

She put her hands over her breasts, supported by the boned bustier she wore and slowly ran them down to the skin showing at her hips where the bustier stopped and her panties began. As she did so, her breath quickened as she imagined that it was Mark's hands. She closed her eyes as she ran her hands back up and cupped her breasts. What would Mark's hands feel on her body?

As he touched her, would he kiss her? Or just look at her with that direct gaze of his. The thought of his doing either made her tingle and she squeezed her breasts slightly, her eyes still closed, imagining the man she loved touching her.

The noise was slight, so slight that if it wasn't for her cerebonic enhanced hearing, she wouldn't have heard the door open and the soft noise of the person who entered.

She opened her eyes slowly – she knew it was Mark. Only his presence made her feel this aware. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she saw in his eyes appreciation of what she was wearing.

"Is that what you got me for a present," he asked, his voice husky.

She wanted to turn around. Wanted to try to seduce him, but all of a sudden she felt shy. "Yes," she whispered. "But I didn't think that you'd see, I mean not yet…." She broke off in confusion.

"You did want me to see though?"

"Oh yes!" Princess still couldn't turn around. "I've wanted you to see for a long time now." She flushed an even brighter red. "It's taken me months to get up the courage to get this all together. Let alone put it on."

Mark took in the packaging strewn on the bed. "Why now, Lexa?" He took a step forward, desperately wanting to touch her.

Princess took a deep breath and finally turned to face him. "It was being the Condor, Mark. It gave me the freedom to be, well, me. I haven't been me for such a long time. Not since the Chief gave us the talk about sex and being a nice girl."

She looked him in the eye. "I don't feel like a nice girl when I'm with you Mark. I don't want to be a nice girl with you."

"You don't?" He was leading her, he knew, but he wanted to hear it from her, to confirm that she felt the same way that he did. "I must admit, I've wanted to ignore the Chief's rules about you for a long time."

"You have," she breathed.

"As if you couldn't guess," he grinned at her, reminding her of their flirting.

"Well, I did have an idea,' she confessed. "But I couldn't do anything. Not whilst …"

"Whilst you were only the Swan?"

"Yes." Her voice was very low and she looked down, only to be confronted with evidence of Mark's physical reaction to her. "Oh!"

Mark moved forward and finally reached out to touch her, drawing her towards him and letting her feel how much he desired her, at the same time revelling in the feel of the scantily clad woman against him. "Oh indeed." He bent his head and kissed her, really kissed her for the first time. She responded in a way that made him throb all over and only his own iron self control stopped him from tumbling them both to the bed.

He stepped away slightly, taking a deep breath, remembering the door he had easily entered by. "I want you so much," he said, reaching out and stroking along her jaw. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay here and make love with you all night." He drew another deep breath. "But if you're not ready, I'll go. And I won't do anything until you say so. But I won't stop trying to persuade you either."

"You'd leave if I asked?"

It was the hardest thing he had ever said. "Yes." It came out from between gritted teeth. "But if I go now, you won't see me for a few days. I'd need time to adjust again, Lexa. I don't want to be just your friend. And I've never ever felt like a brother."

"I've never considered you a brother. And I don't want you to leave Mark." She looked him straight in the eye. "And if you stay now, I don't want to have to spend another night away from you."

Mark turned swiftly and Princess' heart sank. He was leaving! She dropped her head, tears blinding her as she also turned. Then she heard the click and felt his hands go around her waist as he pressed close, and once again she felt him hard against her She felt him kiss the back of her neck and raised her head to find him looking at her in the mirror.

"I really never had any intention of leaving," he said softly, allowing his hands to stroke her body, allowing them to trace the same path her hands had followed. "I would have tried everything to have you let me stay."

"Mark," she breathed and tried to turn around.

"No," he said. "I want you to see me touch you, so I can tell you how much I love you, how much I want you."

His hands moved and she watched in the mirror as he removed his shirt, how his hands moved to his belt and his pants dropped. He kicked them away and came up against her again, this time she could feel the heat of his body through the silk she wore.

"I want to touch you through this," he said softly, "and then I want to undress you and touch you naked. To worship your beautiful body and to make love to you all night long."

She leaned back against him, her body tingling at his touch, panting slightly at the light touch of his hands on her. She felt her nipples harden as he stroked her breasts and felt a heavy wetness between her legs at the thought of touching him, of them both being naked, and of making love.

"Please Mark, I want it too."

He turned her around to face him. "You have to know, Princess. I've had other girlfriends. Other lovers. Nobody I've loved like I do you."

"I know. I hated them. Your lovers. I wanted it to be me."

"And that's just it. They weren't you. In the end, they weren't you."

"I'm a virgin." She blurted it out and went red again. "Once, I, well, I came close. But," and again she stoped.

"But?" Mark was bewildered. He had had no doubts she was a virgin – but to find that she had somebody that she had loved enough for sex was a revelation."

"Jason."

"Jason!" The mood left Mark and he was filled with anger. Jason knew how he felt about her. How dare he!

Princess giggled. "No! Jason stopped me. Well, more than stopped. He found me and, well I won't tell you. Suffice it to say the poor man is terrified enough without you going after him as well. But Jason sprung us and basically dragged me away. I was a little drunk," she said sheepishly.

"Drunk?" Mark was growing more and more bewildered by the second, although his anger had started to ebb and he was more curious now. Princess? Drunk? And he hadn't known?

"I saw you with that girl. You know, the one that was kidnapped that you rescued. I know that you and she were lovers. I was following you. I saw you making love to her at your place. And I thought that if you were making love to her you didn't want somebody like me. SO I decided that I had to get some experience."

"Oh Lexa! My beautiful, exquisite, logical, practical Lexa! I didn't love her and she certainly didn't love me. She had a crush on me at first because I rescued her and then decided she wanted me because I turned her down. Then, well, I'm not strong enough to turn down a beautiful women who is naked in my bed. Not when I've just come from training with you, and having to deal with seeing you in a wet swimsuit. That was the first time we had sex. And that's all it ever was for both of us really. She knew it."

"I thought you loved her. You sounded like you did."

"I was having sex, Lexa."

"You called her honey!"

Mark grinned. "Wait until you hear what I call you." He bent down and kissed the tops of her breasts. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Princess was dizzy from his actions. "What?"

"It turns me on that you were so jealous. I guess I was sort of hoping that you might find out and be jealous. I wanted to find out if the fire I knew you had extended to your loving." He licked her skin, letting his tongue slip into her cleavage and he sucked gently.

"You did?"

"I'm not happy you wanted to screw around for experience though. If it had been me found you…"

"Jason was quite sufficient. He left me in absolutely no doubt about how you would feel."

Mark kissed her and flopped back to lie on the bed, drawing her with him, loving the feel of her silken clad body against him – and determined that even those scraps of silk wouldn't be there long. "Jason has had to listen to me rave about you a lot," he confessed.

"And it took you this long?"

"I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't enjoying pissing off Jason."

He felt her laugh against him. "I wouldn't mind betting that if you hadn't already locked the door, he would have locked us in and made sure that something happened."

Mark decided some serious exploring was in order, and he gently lifted her breasts out of the bustier – where they had been apparently attempting an escape anyway. He bent his head and licked her nipples before gently blowing on them, loving her moan of pleasure, loving how they hardened under his tongue. "Wouldn't have happened," he murmured before starting to suck on her breast, cataloguing the sounds she made with each of his actions. He stroked his hand down her body and cupped her between the legs, moaning into her breast as he felt the wetness through the white panties.

"My Lexa," he growled, stroking her through her panties. "You really do want me"

She strained up to meet his hand. She had touched herself enough to want him to do more there. "Why?"

"I look the key. Told you." He nipped her breast then raised himself, slowly stroking his erection as he gazed at her. "You know, I really think you should be naked too." He sat back on the bed. "I want to watch you take your clothes off. And then I want to kiss your body all over. I want to taste every inch of you."

"Mark!"

"Lexa, I'm not going to go all prudish. I enjoy sex. I love watching a beautiful woman undress. And I love oral sex. In fact, I'm really going to enjoy teaching you how to suck me until I cum in your mouth."

He got up off the bed and drew her up. "I had absolutely no intention of leaving tonight, Lexa. But I'm not intending to rush you. Everything we do will be at your pace, when you're ready. But I really do want to watch you undress and then kiss you all over. You're going to have to get naked sometime."

"I.. " she turned away. "I trust you, Mark. It's just that…"

"Have I disappointed you?" He sounded contrite, hoping he hadn't pushed her away.

"No! It's just that… I hope you don't get bored with me."

"With you?" He was genuinely surprised. "Lexa, just seeing you leaves me so hard I'm almost incapacitated. Believe me, if you touch my cock right now, I'm going to cum. It's all I can do from ripping that stuff off you, throwing you on the bed and just screwing until we both can't take any more. Trust me, my darling, I'm not going to get tired of you anytime in this lifetime."

"Not even when I'm old and saggy?"

"Nope. Because I'll have watched you get that way, and because I'll be old and saggy with you, I'll still think that you're the most beautiful girl in the galaxy."

She stepped close and for the first time, she kissed him. She felt him stiffen and felt a wetness against her and gasped. He hadn't been just giving her a line. She looked dismayed until he kissed her again.

"Don't be unhappy Lexa. Trust me, I'm so aroused by you that by the time you get undressed and back on the bed, I'm going to be very hard again." He placed her hand on him, and she felt him growing harder. "You do this to me, Lexa. You and no other. No other woman has had this power over me."

He lay back on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

"And remember, now I'm here, you're never going to get rid of me."

Downstairs, Jason came out of the kitchen where he put away the last of the dishes. "Ready to go, Keyop?" he asked.

"Yes, but no idea why. Princess here."

"Princess may as well not be here," said Jason, "and if I left you here at the moment, I know of three people who will want my tail feathers."

"Mark and Princess kissy kissy."

"They better be!" Jason glanced upstairs as they left. If Mark ever hurt Princess, he' be answering to him. And he'd make doubly sure that if Princess ever needed, then he'd be there for her.

And keep his own feelings to himself.