Title: A very long day
Author: AnitaB
Chapter 7: The reassurance of touch...
/What is taking them so long?/ Tru had already explored the apartment to distract herself, paced restlessly and now she was trying to sit still. Granted the fact that the pillow she was clutching smelled like Davis' cologne was certainly helping.
For the second time today every nerve in her body reacted to the sound of a door knob rattling. /Davis/
"Tru?"
"Davis," Somehow, Tru found herself in his arms, his beard brushing her cheek and his hands clutching her closer. He was here, warm, solid and squeezing the breath from her body with the strength of his embrace.
The soft sound of his voice saying her name sent a shiver along her skin. His hand moved to cup her cheek and his eyes searched hers. "I'm here, Tru, everything's okay now."
/Oh, Davis/ That was her Davis, trying to comfort her even as she could feel the tension still in his arms. "You're all right, Davis. It's more than okay." Part of her didn't really believe he was okay. She needed to feel him. Sliding eager hands over his shoulders, Tru smiled and leaned up for his kiss.
This was what she needed, his arms tightening around her, his lips opening sweetly against hers. His hand warming her skin. All on its own, her body trembled and arched into the heat of his touch. "Davis," Skin. That was what Tru needed. She needed to feel him, needed to believe there were alive and together. She had to really touch him. The lab coat had to go. One hand clenched in his hair, dragging Davis into another breathless kiss. "I... Please..." Tru bit her lower lip to keep from kissing him again and reached for the buttons of his coat. "I want to ... feel you, Davis, please."
"Tru," She felt a cold ache where his skin left hers before his fingers stopped and held her hands. "I..." Davis swallowed hard and looked down at their joined hands. "Tru, I need you ... to know what you want, here."
She'd practically jumped him more than once today and he still pulled back not wanting to rush her. So amazingly sweet and considerate. And so unbelievably unnecessary. Tru knew exactly what she wanted: him.
Freeing her hands, she opened the front of his coat and touched both palms to his chest. His heart was pounding under her fingers. Davis wanted this. Just the thought made her smile. And reach for his shirt buttons. "I want to touch you, Davis." Five buttons down as he stared at her speechlessly. "I want you to hold me, touch me." Fifteen buttons down and his hands rose to rest lightly on her waist, shaking. "I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow morning and ..." Almost there, his shirt only had a few more buttons left. Her fingers stumbled before getting back on track. "And know that you remember everything we did together." Finally, the last button. Raising hot eyes and eager hands, Tru met his gaze and slipped past the open shirt to press both palms flat against his skin with a shiver. "I want you, Davis."
"Tru," His hands tightened on her waist, crushing her against his chest as his head dipped. She moved eagerly into the kiss, shoving his shirt and coat off to curl her arms around his neck. Finally, Tru could feel him, hot against her skin. She could taste him in the urgent play of lips and tongue. She could finally touch him, run her hands over his beard, his shoulders, his arms. Arms that held her warm and safe.
And his hands... "Davis," The hands burning up the skin of her back arched her body in his arms. When Tru could actually control the muscles of her neck again, she met the puzzled heat in his eyes with a smile. Davis didn't seem to understand just how strongly his touch affected her. It was time to show him. Taking both hands off his skin, Tru peeled her shirt off over her head and leaned closer, whispering in his ear. "Touch me, Davis, please." Cupping his face in her hands, she made him meet her eyes as she pressed herself skin to skin against his chest. She let Davis see her eyes flutter, let him hear the soft sound his heat pushed from her lips, let him feel her hands trembling.
A smile crept onto his lips and confidence leaked into his eyes. "You are so beautiful, Tru." One hand rose to cup her cheek. Davis pressed a soft kiss to her lips, tipping her chin up to drag the bearded line of his jaw along her throat. One hand holding her trembling body close as his lips dropped a line of soft, adoring kisses over her collarbone to nip the skin next to her bra strap. His fingers stroked up and down her back, stopping over the clasp. "Tru?"
Breath. She needed the breath to answer him. Dragging Davis up, Tru brushed her lips against his and groaned. "Yes, please, Davis, yes." He smiled against her lips but didn't open the bra as requested. Instead, Davis tilted her head to the side and kissed down the smooth line of her throat. Tru could feel him smiling into each soft caress of lips, could feel him lightly stroking his beard over each little patch of skin. Tru found her nails digging into his shoulders as her knees
went weak. "Davis, please,"
"Not yet," He pressed one more kiss to the skin over her heart, a slow, languid stroke of lips, tongue and beard. The floor seemed to fade out from under Tru and she found herself nearly dangling from his grip on her back, just trying to breathe. "I'm not done touching you."
The hands on her skin pulled her tight against his body, angling her head for a kiss.
If this was 'not done,' she just might get the world record for youngest heart attack victim before she got him out of his pants. Curling her fingers into his hair, Tru gave up on trying to breathe. /Davis/
It was amazing, miraculous and the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced in his life. It was Tru, warm and alive and trembling in his arms. Her skin bare to his hands and his lips.
"Davis, please," Her nails pressed into the skin of his back as she swayed against his chest. Tru Davies wanted him this much. It was an opportunity Davis couldn't waste.
"Not yet," Her skin called to him, especially one piece of it. Framed beautifully by the black lace of her bra. Resisting never even entered his mind. Davis lowered his head to feel her heart racing against his lips, worshiping her slowly. Every sigh on her lips, every bite of her nails in his back, every touch of her skin. It was all amazing and he was going to treasure it as long as he could. Lifting his head, Davis pulled her tight against his chest. "I'm not done touching you." /not by a long shot/
The breathless gasp on her lips drew him in, leading his lips to find hers. Davis would never, could never get enough of her kiss. Or the way her hands clenched and pulled him closer.
But she still wasn't close enough. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her body flush against his. /Oh, yes, please./ "Davis..." Tru groaned against his lips, her hips rocking against his, against the hard length of him. Trembling arms clutched at her, holding her still and tight. If Tru's body rubbed his one more time... well he'd either explode or have an untimely coronary.
"Oh, god, Tru, please..." She smiled against his lips and Davis felt the threat to his control
before she moved. Warm fingers trailed down his chest to hook through his belt loops, as hot brown eyes stayed locked to his. Tru stepped backwards, out of his arms. And Davis followed helplessly, pulled towards his bedroom by more than the grip of her hand. He would follow her anywhere for the touch of her hands and the taste of her kiss. "Tru..."
She dodged his outstretched hand and changed to a better grip on his belt. "Yes, Davis," Tru stepped backward through his bedroom door, a teasing lilt in her voice. Her fingers moved against his skin and Davis reached for her helplessly. Only to watch her shake her head and bite her lip. "Not yet," Kicking off her shoes, she knelt on the end of the bed and laid both hands on his shoulders. "I'm not done touching you, Davis."
"Tru," His hands clenched on her waist, trying to pull her closer.
"Shh, Davis... let me..." Her eyes held him still with the heat written in them, with the warm tracings of her gaze. She wanted him. Beautiful, amazing, gorgeous Tru Davies was kneeling half-dressed on his bed, staring at him like he was... everything she'd ever wanted. Exactly like Davis knew he'd always looked at her. /Tru wants me./ Her lips touched his in a soft, simple kiss as her hands stroked over his shoulders and down his chest to his belt. "Let me touch you."
"Please," She smiled, dipping her head to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat, her hands working open the belt. "Please, Tru," It was too much to take, her hands almost touching him. Losing his shoes, Davis wrapped both arms around her waist and moved in to kneel in front of her on the bed. "God, Tru, what are you doing to me?" Holding her tight against his chest, he took her mouth in a desperate breathless kiss. Her clothes had to go, because Davis simply had to have her, touch all of her. Worship every inch of her with his body. His fingers found and opened the clasp of her bra. "I need you so much, Tru." Laying his Tru back on his bed, Davis gently stripped the black lace away and leaned down with a groan. She was so soft and sweet against his lips, on his tongue. /Oh, yes/
So this was what happened with a guy with insecurities got a little confidence. And Tru knew she was going to love every second of it. "I need you so much, Tru." His hands finally, finally moved to the clasp of her bra. Try groaned helplessly as Davis guided her down to the bed and slid the fabric out of the way of his lips. And then groaning wasn't possible as his mouth closed around the stiffened peak of her breast. Tru couldn't breathe. /Oh, Davis.../ He was worshiping her with his lips, with the reverent adoration of his tongue. And all she could do was cling to him and fight for breath.
"Tru, you taste... like heaven." Davis rubbed his bearded cheek over her breast and looked up at her with hot eyes. "Give me more," Warm lips caressed over her heart before closing around her other nipple.
A gasp gave Tru just a little breath and she hugged him closer with a moan. "Yes, Davis, please." Her body arched at the wordless request of his hands at her belt, helping the fabric slide over her hips and thighs. Raising his head, Davis locked his eyes to her face and stripped the last of her clothes off her feet. She was naked, in his bed and Davis was staring into her eyes with awe written all over his face. And he was kneeling between her ankles, still wearing his pants. It was way past time for that to change. Sitting up, Tru grinned and reached for his belt with determination on her face. "You've kept these on long enough, don't you think, Davis?" She adored the low groan on his lis and the way his hands twitched and clenched.
"Tru, I..." Those fingers caught hers and she laughed.
"No, let me..." Tru bit her lips and pushed the belt out of the way, flicking open the top button. "I want, need to touch you..." The zipper gave way before her fingers and Tru watched Davis' eyes fall closed and his head tilt back. She felt trembling hands find her shoulders as her fingers found him. "Davis," He was warm, smooth, and hard in her hands. /Davis wants me, needs me this much.../ And she needed him just as badly. She needed more. "I need to feel you, Davis," Shoving his pants down, Tru wrapped both hands around his length, watching every muscle in his body react to her touch. "I need to feel you inside..."
"Oh, god, Tru..." Trembling hands caught her wrist, pulling his length out of her grip. "Baby, please," Smiling, Tru let his arms guide her down to the bed, tilting her chin for his kiss. The warm weight of Davis finally pressing against her bare skin drove a shiver through all of her nerves. But those damn pants were still too much in the way. Responding to the urgent exploration of his tongue, Tru shoved Davis's clothes down, helping him kick them off the foot of the bed.
A sharply indrawn breath broke the kiss as his body settled against hers, all barriers between them finally gone. Tru found her nails in his shoulders and her legs wrapped tight around his waist, breathing raggedly against his lips. This, this was exactly what she had been needing all day. This was so close to perfect. But it still wasn't complete yet. Davis was still too far away. "Davis, what are you waiting for?"
The smile that curved his lips stole her breath and made her hips arch against him. But it was his words that had every muscle in her body clinging tighter to his. "I just want to remember this, all of it, in the morning." He brushed a kiss over her lips then dragged his cheek along hers to
put his lips close to her ear. "Tomorrow, when you wake up in my arms, I want to remember exactly how good this felt."
/Davis.../ Had anyone ever, ever had the power to melt every bone in her body with a smile and a few words? Had anyone ever made her so needy? Had anyone other than Davis ever felt this good? /Never./ Fisting one hand into his hair, Tru smiled against his lips and wrapped her fingers around him. "Remember this in the morning, remember me needing you." Eyes locked to his, she guided just the tip of him inside her, watching the look on his face change.
"Tru, god, baby." One hand cupped her cheek as his eyes fluttered and met hers again. "You are so amazing, my Tru." A shuddering sigh passed through two sets of lips as his body pressed into hers, slow and deep. "Tru,"
Breathless at the feel of Davis finally inside her, Tru lifted her head for his kiss. This had to be heaven. Because nothing else would ever feel as good as Davis this close to her.
Tru. Tru was in his arms, stripped bare and holding him. Somehow he'd moved from crossing his arms to not touch her to kissing her sweet lips and pressing himself inside her. Davis had to touch her, had to know this was real. Cupping a hand against her cheek, he weakly met her eyes. "You are so amazing, my Tru." Breath failed him as his hips moved, slowly joining his body to hers. "Tru,"
The look on her face, the way her hands grasped at him. The gasp and shuddering breath on her lips. Tru wanted this, him. She needed this as intensely as he did. And to know that was so beautiful it stole his heart from his chest. Treasuring every little bit of this feeling, Davis leaned down for the kiss she offered, losing himself in the soft heat of her. /Tru/
She moved beneath him, hers hands stroking over his shoulders and her legs tightening around his hips. Pulling him just a little deeper inside her. /oh, god, Tru/ "Davis... oh, yes... please." He had never really let himself think about how his name could sound on her lips. How good she would feel. How good he could make her feel.
"Tru," Dropping a short kiss on her lips, Davis smiled against the skin of her throat, dragging his lips and beard over her racing pulse. "You're heaven," He wanted to go slow, wanted to feel everything. But every nerve in his body begged and pleaded for more of her. Now.
The first careful thrust pushed a breathless little gasp from her lips. And nearly shattered his restraint with the bite of her nails and the arch of her hips. /Tru/ With the next thrust, this one far less careful, Davis surrendered all control. To her. Tru now commanded every inch of his body, with the sound of her voice and response of her body to his touch. "Davis,"
Obeying the pull of her voice eagerly, Davis captured her lips in a kiss and met the rhythm of her body with his. His hand rubbed up the line of her back to tangle in her hair, cupping the back of her head. He needed her eyes, needed to see pleasure on her face. Needed to feel what he was doing to her. "Tru, you feel so good." Groaning at the feel of her hips arching up to pull him deeper, Davis helplessly watched her face and changed the angle, searching inside her.
"Davis–" the sudden arch of her back and the sharp sting of her nails told him he'd found it. Smiling against her lips, Davis ran himself over that spot inside her with each thrust, drinking the sound of her gasps and moans. /So close, please, baby."
"Come for me, Tru." Brushing a kiss on her lips, he watched her eyes flutter, felt her legs tighten around him. "Come around me, baby." Davis dragged his bearded cheek along her smooth one just to feel the shiver move along her back. "Shatter in my arms, Tru, I need to feel it."
"Come with me, Davis. Come inside me, please." Tru made a beautiful little sound in his ear, something between a gasp and a moan, and it pushed him a little bit closer to losing the last of his control. He needed to see what that beautiful sound looked like on her face. Lifting his head, Davis groaned helplessly at the heat in her eyes. "So close, please." Those dear brown eyes locked to his as their owner bit her lower lip and sank nails into his back. "Oh, Davis. My Davis."
/Yours, Tru, always./ Wordlessly, Davis captured her lips in a deep kiss, soothing that bitten lip with a soft stroke of his tongue. He could feel her trembling under his lips, could feel her muscles rippling around him. Loved feeling her body cling and respond to his. So close, Tru was so close to that shining edge. She just needed a little more. "Tru, honey." And Davis had to give it to her. Cupping one hand against her cheek, he slid the other palm up the back of her thigh, guiding her knee higher against his ribs. "Come on, baby, we're so close, please." Plunging deeper, Davis groaned against her lips, losing the last of his restraint at the grasp of her nails in the back of his neck. "God, I love you. I love you so much, Tru."
He watched her eyes widened, her lips start to move. Then it was all over as every muscle in her body squeezed tight around him. Falling over the edge at the sound of his name screamed from her lips, Davis clutched her closer and lost himself in the wave of pleasure crashing over them
both. "Tru!"
This was heaven. This was ... breathtaking. This was Davis inside her, pouring liquid fire along all her nerves. This was her Davis burning her alive with his touch and the heat in his eyes. "So close, please." Biting her lip, Tru lost herself in the look in his eyes and the movement of him inside her. This was Everything. This was her Davis. "Oh, Davis. My Davis."
Those beautiful eyes softened before his lips found hers, tracing the impression of her teeth with the tip of his tongue. And her nails sank deeper into the skin of his back at the sound of his groan. "Tru, honey." His fingers stroked over her cheek at the same time moment his other hand rubbed the length of her thigh, moving her knee higher up his side. Then he set every nerve in her body trembling at the press of him even deeper. "Come on, baby. We're so close, please." Breathless, Tru arched against him, sinking her nails into his skin at the stroke of Davis over the electric spot inside her. "God, I love you. I love you so much, Tru."
/Davis?/ She couldn't believe it. But she could not disbelieve what she seeing in his eyes. What Tru was feeling in his touch. /Davis loves me.../ She needed to tell him, needed enough air to put the words in her mind onto her lips. Needed to see on his face that he knew, believed. /I love you, Davis. Love you... Davis./ Tru fought for the breath to speak, gasping against his lips.
And then breathing was the last thing on her mind. The universe suddenly contracted until it was contained in the tangle of bare skin on this bed. The world disappeared except for Davis. Everything that existed was in him, burning in his eyes, wrapped in his skin, buried inside her. It had never felt like this before. "Davis!"
Tru heard him shout her name, felt his release tear through him in time with hers, felt him collapse against her, his breath hot and erratic on her neck. Her fingers stroked up his neck to thread through his hair, holding him closer.
Warm hands ran along her back as a bearded cheek rubbed against her throat. The sigh it put on her lips reminded Tru of breathing and the words she needed to tell him. "Davis?"
He pressed one more kiss to her pulse before slowly raising his head. Those beautiful eyes cautiously met hers as one hand touched her face. He was so precious in his lingering bit of insecurity. So gentle and tender and sweet. And so much more amazing than she could ever make him believe. But Tru had all the time in the world to try. Cupping her hands along his jaw, she pulled Davis closer and searched his eyes with hers. Tru wanted him to see it in her face. And she wanted to watch him believe it. "I love you, Davis."
His arms tightened and trembled. His eyes widened, filling with hope before they closed tightly. "Tru, I... please don't... don't say it if you don't mean it."
He was still buried inside her and yet he didn't believe. /Sweet, brilliant, stupid man./ Smiling, Tru touched her lips to his in a soft, adoring kiss, loving his helpless, urgent response. "Davis, open your eyes and look at me."
Beautiful eyes slowly met hers and Tru went breathless at the love and need she saw in them. "Tru,"
"No, listen to me, Davis." Wrapping both arms around his shoulders, she kept their eyes locked. "I tried to lie to you today and I couldn't." Tru swallowed, her hands warming themselves along his skin. "I can't lie to you, Davis." She sighed at the touch of his hand against her cheek, the heat of his eyes meeting hers. He was hearing her, listening to and analyzing every word. Maybe beginning to believe. "I love you, Davis. Please."
His eyes, his beautiful eyes widened before they fell closed. Panic flinched between her ribs before his arms tightened around them, crushing her against his chest. "Tru, you mean it... sweet baby, I love you." Davis pulled back just enough to meet her eyes hotly. "I love you so much."
Tru was finally warm, head to toe and every cell in between when his lips touched hers. Davis loved her and everything in the world was perfect right now.