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~*~A Warrior's Bride~*~
~*~Part 2~*~
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
-Marianne Williamson
~*~Molly~*~
Molly almost took a step back at the sudden look of savage joy that
flashed itself upon Khan's handsome face. She could well
imagine that look to be upon a fallen angel's face who had just been
allowed back in through Heaven's supposed pearly gates.
Why…Why in the hell was she even doing this? Seriously, why…
Molly could understand helping Khan and his people for it simply felt
right even though for her it would mean treason…Though she had a
brilliant plan…And after she pulled this off the rest of the plan
involved mostly running and she knew of worlds and many unique and
slightly crazy friends who would welcome her with open arms. Foolishly
willing to protect her.
Some of these friends felt that her father, and even herself, had
once saved their very lives and so they would help no matter what
cost. She hoped the cost wouldn't be too great and maybe, hopefully she wouldn't be putting them in any danger.
Yet if things worked out the way Molly hoped they would she would not
be running alone.
Maybe, just maybe she'd have a beloved little treasure to protect and
care for and she would do just that…
A baby…Someone worth her life on the run.
If she was extremely lucky the Federation would think she had gone off
with Khan and his people…Also, they would be focused more on hunting
Khan down, than on her…They didn't see her as all that important and
that could work for her advantage. Also, she had a feeling…Khan would
only be found if he wanted to be found…So the Federation would spend
years on a trail hopefully cold and dead. To later move on to greater
threats and enemies…
Yes, it was crazy. She was smart enough to know this. Everything was
crazy, perhaps she was even crazy. Though to be honest she always
feared the ones who actually thought they weren't crazy. They were
normally the ones who needed mental help stat.
Though…Khan…She felt certain wasn't crazy. He may do crazy, and what
others saw as monstrous, things but really…She saw him. A beautiful
handsome warrior who had seen and fought in too many battles to
count, and would keep on fighting. A one man army, a battle worn
soldier, who was willingly fighting for a people who would be lost
forever if he didn't fight. Didn't stand up for them. They would
perhaps never even wake up unless it was another who came along in
hopes to use them for their own dastardly deeds.
Molly wanted to help this dangerous man keep his people safe until the
day came that they could stand beside Khan once more and live…Laugh
with him. Share experiences. Be it full of sorrow or gladness. To
enjoy a new and hopefully better life. Maybe they would find a lovely
planet of their own to call home.
Is that not what everyone wants at some point? A place of their own? A
home. A place to rest at the end of the day. To seek out happiness
when they felt like it. To help or to fight…to love…to be free to do
all those things.
To be honest, there was a small part that wished desperately that she
could witness all this for Khan's people…but why in the hell would he
take her with him? She knew, for she had heard some of her crew members say that she was dull and boring…
Khan didn't seem to be the type of man who would ever want dull and boring.
So Molly knew better than to ask to go on the run with him…instead she
would ask for him to sleep with her…to have sex…hopefully ...quite a lot of sex!
After doing some medical tests it looked as if her body was ripe for
carrying a child. Now was actually a perfect time and she also doubted
that she'd ever find another man that made her yearn like he did…with
just a hot hard look of his eyes. Those eyes alone could make her wet
and needy with desire…
She could have simply asked him for some of his sperm, but then what
fun would that be? Not that she wanted to treat Khan like a sex toy,
but ever since he had come aboard the Enterprise as a prisoner…His
presence has haunted her for days and a lot of lonely nights. She
hadn't realized just how lonely she had become until she saw him.
Surprising herself with her lusty thoughts and desires.
It almost seemed like she had become the prisoner and Khan was free to
do as he wanted.
And she yearned for him. God, how she yearned for his touch wondering
if such strong hands could ever prove to be gentle. What those hands
would feel like upon her hips as he lifted her to meet his thrusts.
And those lustful thoughts were surprising. Truly surprising, for
she happily stayed away from men. Never trusting them…The one time she
thought she could, a former friend proved her wrong. In the ultimate
betrayal he had refused to take her answer of 'no'…She had foolish
thought that he would always be a trusted friend, and never her
lover…Now, she never wished to see him
again.
She isolated herself and focused mainly on her work. No longer dating
and keeping a close hand near her phaser. Molly refused to stay
afraid, but she had no interest in relationships especially sexual
ones…However, now after all this time she found someone she could have sex with.
Perhaps even steal a child from.
She was going to control this thing. Here was a seriously hot guy and
she was going to help him. Hopefully she'd get off and end up
pregnant.
Khan looked like he could easily make a living off his dick and,
well, she was actually hoping that she'd enjoy it.
That he could help make a painful memory with something so much better. Khan better
not disappoint. She didn't even mind if he ended up with a small
dick. He better not be a selfish lover or one of
those 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' types who were done in seconds and
left you wondering 'what the hell' as they slept.
No, she wanted him to be as he was in her mind. All those times he
touched her and she touched him back. The thought that she would enjoy
riding him as he made damn sure she had an orgasm…If he was better
than that…it could very well kill her.
Hopefully, no matter what, she'd end up with a child. Molly never
thought she'd ever have one. Again, mostly because she stayed away
from them and focused on her career.
Lately, though…Even before she had laid eyes on Khan she had started
to see her career and life as empty. Molly was missing something.
Something major and she needed to do something about it. Maybe being charged with treason would be a major change.
It was sure to get her heart racing that was for sure!
And her baby…She would love and protect her baby.
"You don't have to worry about protection," Molly
informed him after letting out a slow breath. She was a bit shocked at
herself actually.
Astonished really that she actually was brave and honest enough to
tell this handsome, dangerous man that she wanted to have sex with
him! Right now…There in his cell…Seriously, no man should ever be this
hot…this sinful looking.
"Okay," Khan stated almost as if he honestly didn't care.
Well…Good. That was good.
Right?
Or…
Maybe…
Unless he planned to snap her fragile neck when they were done. That
would explain why he wasn't at all that concerned about protection.
Well, damn it!
"Oh, God, you are going to kill me afterwards aren't you?" Molly
suddenly asked, feeling her eyes widen in shock.
"No, of course not. Unless one can be killed with orgasms…multiple
quite powerful ones," He promised silkily, his voice
dark rich velvet…It alone promised pleasure.
Almost made her want to
undress right then and there! Not that she was a slut, really she
wasn't, but with him…yeah, sure he could bend her over that console
in the corner and have his yummy,]wicked way with her…She wouldn't
even mind as long as he also talked in her ear using just that voice.
Molly sucked in her breath sharply.
Oh, goodness! Why with him did she want to be his slut…no…no not his
slut…his woman…even for a night?
Here the man was doing that thing he did with his eyes every blasted
time she walked into the room…Anytime she stood before him…even now
with them alone and his eyes were drifting possessively, lazily over
her. As if she was already undressed and he was about to take her into
his arms...
"I…I need to…t-to warn you that I might not be good at this, Khan."
Molly decided to tell him this quickly because even though she hoped
to give him pleasure and have him return it…She needed to make sure he
wouldn't become enraged and end up killing her over a misunderstanding
all because she suddenly found she couldn't go through with it.
Even in hopes of having a baby…
"You see, Khan…I-I, um, had a very bad experience once. It was painful
and I was full of shame and…and it wasn't good…and I want you, I
do…b-but I fear that while we try to get it on…I might not be able to
go through with it…W-Will you be able to stop i-if I ask you to…to…"
"Stop?" Khan asked as he tilted his head. The word soft and almost
kind. There upon his face a sudden look of deep understanding. "Of
course, Molly, my control runs deep in the bedroom even as my rage
runs rampage elsewhere. I know my strengths and I would never dishonor
myself or my people by hurting my partner in the sharing of
bedsheets…Tell me, is the man, the beast that raped you here on this
very ship?"
"No," Molly told him, shaking her head. "It was many
years ago, Khan. It honestly doesn't matter now."
"Oh, but it matters to me. Shame that he is not here, for I'd enjoy
shattering every single bone in his body starting with his hands…It
would take him hours to die unless I shatter his skull with my bare
hands," Khan said this in such a matter of fact
way…and that cold cruel look in his eyes told her that he was speaking
the truth.
There he was standing utterly motionless, so damn menacing in his stillness…
Here was this warrior of old, a totally strong and dangerous man who
was willing to kill another man he had never even met all because he
had raped her.
He didn't even ask questions about whether she was lying or even ask
for details. He would believe. He would kill. He could easily show
this other man brutality all because she had shared just a little of
her nightmare with him…her fears…
Molly's hand fluttered defensively to her throat. She could feel,
actually hear quite clearly the pounding of her own racing heart. This
man she was actually willing to sleep with…It was crazy…yet his
acceptance of her fear, her worry that she just might end up having to
say, 'sorry, stop, I can't do this'…
Knowing that he would do as he
said he would…For he had his own honor, his own ways, a code he would
never break.
She was filled with worry that she was wrong about this. About him…It
seriously overwhelmed her but the desire…The desire to be proven right
about him suffocated her.
Molly forced air into her lungs all the while Khan eyed her like a
hungry predator ready to eat her alive.
"Molly…" His voice, dark and sexy spoke to her calmly…gently and she
was certain was filled with honesty. "I won't hurt you. You can tell
me to stop at any time, any second; I give you my word that I will
stop. I will give you room to breathe, to think and I will not judge.
I know I have enormous strength and I respect your concern, your fears
but I will never use my body, my strength against you. My strength
will never be used against you or hurt you. I promise. I will never
willingly place a single bruise upon your beautiful flesh. If you
don't want sex at any point, now or in the future, I will respect
that. I will respect you. If you become afraid, let me know and I will
do my best to help you overcome it…If you don't…If you wish me to
stop…Molly, I give you my word that I will."
Molly could hear the utter sincerity in his voice. Goodness, she
believed him! She needed to believe him. Her heart whispered that he
could be trusted…and suddenly…
Her fears and her doubts melted away and
she reached up to open the cell and stepped into the room. She moved
slowly and gracefully towards him.
When she was close enough to touch him she abruptly stopped.
"May…May I touch you?" Molly asked carefully…politely…hopefully…
"Of course, for my body is yours. Touch it; know it with your
fingertips. Do with it as you will…I will not stop you or even touch
you back…Unless, my Molly, you ask me to return your touch…ask me to
kiss you…to take you…To claim you for my own…" Khan informed her in a
low tone, sinful with promise.
She took a deep breath, at first her hand trembled as she reached out
and touched him…His chest, where she knew his heart lay. She glanced
up at him and slowly moved her hand…Up…touching his shoulder and then
his neck. Suddenly, feeling as if she couldn't help herself she
reached up and pressed her lips to a lovely freckle that lived happily
upon his neck.
He did nothing. She pulled back and gently caressed him some more. It
was intimate. A tender moment. She could only hear her own
breathing…Touching his arms she became aware of just how strong he
was…Especially with him just standing there. Allowing her to touch
him. To know him physically. To study him as if he was a work of
art…She couldn't touch him lower, for some reason she wanted to
wait…Wanted him to be touching her back before…before that.
Molly moved around him…lightly touching his back…
She had chosen a good man to trust. Khan was allowing her to touch and
he would allow her more if that was her wish. It was as if he wanted
her to become used to his body and trust it. Know it. Know that
he was strong enough to control himself…That he was not a dishonorable
man. He was not a savage…A spoiled brat that thought he could have
whatever was denied him.
When she was in front of him once more she gazed deeply into his eyes.
"Khan…Will you please kiss me?"
His instant response was to pull her into his arms and fasten those wonderfully,
hungry, sexy lips onto hers.
~*~End of Part 2~*~
Well, I do hope you are enjoying...I will have more soon. :-)