Chapter 4: Be Gentle With Me

Author's note: Did someone order an extra-large, ice cold drink of lemonade?! See what I did there? I'm so lame. Anyways, this is the chapter that starts the reciprocation from Booker to Elizabeth. Are you ready? I hope it's satisfactory enough. :P So I warn you now, this chapter is majorly mature and is meant for those who don't mind that kind of stuff and are prepared for such things. Read on!

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Enjoy the citrus, my friends. -Sarai

Stress seemed to be a close friend of Booker's all of his life, but the stress he usually felt was keeping his life intact or paying his past debt. Now, in the early morning in Paris, he woke up to stress when he felt kicking and tugging at his side. First he thought maybe it was a dream or something of that matter, but when he heard the soft cries and mumbled words, he knew it was reality.

Booker shot up into a sitting position when he realized that Elizabeth was the one assaulting him in his sleep. He looked to the small woman beside him and immediately shook her. She was thrashing in her sleep and murmuring something that sounded like 'leave me alone' and 'let me be'.

"Elizabeth," he spoke softly, but when she kept crying he shook her harder and raised his voice, "Elizabeth!"

She stopped twisting in his grasp and finally settled down. After a few seconds, she slowly opened her watery eyes and gave Booker a sheepish smile, "Sorry, bad dream."

Brushing his fingers through her loose hair, he couldn't stop the concerned expression that decorated his face, "Seemed like a pretty bad dream by the way were kicking. Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?"

She sat up slowly, stretching her legs and toes awake, and twisted the sheets into small knots out of a nervous habit, "It's about Songbird… I'm being chased and called after, and I run and run. But I always lose; I get caught and locked up again. I don't have the dream that often. Just when I feel safe for a small moment, I have this nightmare. It scares me so much and it feels so real. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick you."

"You don't need to apologize," he said quickly in a low voice. He pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I know it's a dream, but I promise Songbird will never get to you. Nothing's going to take you away from me. Do you understand?"

After a moment, she nodded. But the look in her eye was one of uncertainty. He knew that she was still thinking of Songbird, and he meant it when he said that he would never let anyone get her or take her away. He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him, "Do you understand Elizabeth?"

"I understand," she whispered.

"What was that?" he inquired with a slow smile creeping on his face, "I didn't hear you."

"I understand," she assured him louder.

Booker tackled her to the bed, pinned her down and laid soft kisses all over her face, "Still can't hear you."

"Booker!" Elizabeth called between a fit of giggles as the kisses ticked her skin, "Nothing can get me! Oh, that tickles!"

He started rubbing his stubble on her cheeks and neck, planting a kiss on her nose or temple every so often, "And who's going to protect you?"

"You are."

He started to nibble at her neck and somehow managed to get his legs between hers. Her legs wrapped around his body and she kept fidgeting at the tickling sensation at her neck. "Who?" he asked again.

"You are!" She finally stopped fidgeting and began to warm up to his love bites on her skin. She hadn't realized her legs were rubbing against his back, encouraging him. Elizabeth did her best to fight the blush on her cheeks when she felt a tingling and heat come from the center of her hips.

"Good girl," he said finally. He pushed himself up a bit to get a good look at her. He released her hands from his and slowly he traced her fingers down her arms to her silk covered curves. He brought her into a tender and loving kiss, and after a moment, without thought, his hand found the hem of her slip and started raising the thin fabric. Elizabeth made no move to stop him, so he raised the silk up higher until her undergarments and stomach were bare for the eye to see. She shuddered when he placed his hand flat on her abdomen.

"Booker," she whispered against his lips, making his morning desire for her stronger. Not thinking, he started to grind his hips into hers, putting pressure on their most sensitive areas. Elizabeth couldn't hold back the pleasure moaned that passed her lips as she moved her hips with his. When he pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath, breathing in air made her realize what was happening, "Booker! Booker, I c-can't!"

He stopped with the movements with his hips, "What is it? What did I do wrong?"

She turned her face to the side in embarrassment, "You did nothing wrong. Maybe a little too right… Booker, I'm just not ready. I want to…you know…with you, but I just need some more time until I'm ready. I'm sorry."

Booker sighed in relief, thankful that he didn't make her feel forced in any way, "It's alright, Elizabeth. We'll get to the sex thing later when you're ready."

Rosie red fled to her cheeks in modesty at the intimate word. She had never said the word out loud, but she knew what it meant. She bit at her lip from feeling a particular bulge pressing into her heat, and she was aware of what, or rather who it was. She said no to…sex, but she still wanted to touch him like she did on the gondola that one day. When Booker kissed at her cheek, she turned her face to welcome him in another heated kiss. She could only imagine how she was confusing him right now; saying no to the actual act of love, but wanting to pleasure him. Hell, it confused her to limits she never felt before.

She brought her hand to his hair, traced her fingertips on the nape of his neck, and slid her hand down his chest and into his breeches. Booker gasped at the sudden contact. He pulled away from the kiss once again and brought a hand to hers that was suddenly stroking his length.

"E-Elizabeth, what are you doing?" he uttered out after gathering his thoughts.

"What does it look like," she said with a small grin, "I want to touch you."

Reluctantly, he pulled her hand out of his underwear, "What if I want to touch you first?"

Another look of modesty and contemplation rose to her face, "But Booker, I told you I'm not ready to do…that."

"We're not going to do that," he mocked her innocent way of saying sex. "I want to touch you. Like how you touch me."

"But isn't that basically, uh, you know?"

He wanted to tease her about her way of avoiding using the word sex, but if there was something he loved about her, it was her quirkiness. "Not really. I mean, it is a form of sex, but it's not like the actual act. It's like what you said to me, it's to make you feel good. And I want to make you feel good, Elizabeth."

Even though her cheeks burned with shyness, her lower region burned even more with excitement. Oh how she wanted to feel his hands on her body; caressing her and making her feel the way she made him feel. She wanted to feel that moment of pleasure the he had, and she wanted him to make her feel that. She leaned up and kissed his lips softly, "Be gentle with me."

Booker felt like he had just won a thousand dollars and a sack full of diamonds by her allowance to please her. This is what he'd wanted to do ever since the day in the gondola. "I'll always be gentle with you. No matter what." He did his best to pace himself as he pulled off her slip and carefully tugged her undergarments off. After being completely undressed, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her body and covered herself up. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, "Don't hide from me."

Bright blue eyes stared up at him, and after a small moment, they changed into a look of acceptance. Slowly, she unwrapped her arms from her body and placed her hands on his shoulders, ready for his next move. He started his kisses on her lips, and before he went to her neck, he made sure to translate love as best as he could through the kiss. Once showing his love for her on her lips, he lowered his kisses to her neck. Licking at her skin gained at soft moan from her, and he could just imagine the sounds she'd make when he really got to work on her.

Elizabeth gasped when he licked at the top of her breasts and slowly lead his wet kisses lower. She shut her eyes and bit at her lips when she could feel his breath on her hardened nipple. She moaned aloud when he gently kissed her breast. His tongue carefully licked at her areola and lightly bit at her nub. Her hand found the back of his head as she kept him in place, arching her back into his mouth. She could feel him smile against her skin at her eagerness, and right now, she didn't care if he had a smug smirk on. It just felt so good, she didn't want him to move or stop.

Booker made love to her breasts and nipples for a long while, and after many minutes of licking, biting, and moaning, he kissed the valley of her breasts and slowly led kisses to her belly button. She giggled at the sensation of his lips on her navel but couldn't deny the wonderful feeling it gave her skin and nerve endings. Her brows furrowed in confusion when his kisses started to lead even lower down her body. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.

"Booker, what are you doing?" she asked with a tilted head.

He held back a chuckle by the tangled mess that was her hair. From squirming around and arching from his kisses, she had tousled her hair so much it looked like a dark brown lion's mane. "I'm going to kiss you."

"But you already did…"

He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, and was rewarded by a pleasure shake rolling through her body. "I'm going to kiss you," he began his sentence softly. Very slowly, he leaned to her center and placed a gentle kiss on her folds, "Right here."

Elizabeth fell back onto the bed with a loud whimper when he kissed here down there. Her back arched and her breath became rabid as he kissed her heat and licked at her folds and sensitive nub. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gripped onto a tuft of his hair, "Booker! Oh my—don't stop, please!"

At her command, Booker started to eat at her more ravenously. The taste of her was sending him to a state of ecstasy that threatened to keep him there forever; and right now, he wouldn't mind being locked up there for life. He may have been eating at her fervently, but he still managed to be gentle like she had asked. He went at the pace he knew she would want and appreciate, but he still did his own thing to show her the great things about this new way she was feeling. He ran his tongue slowly between her lips, torturing her deliciously. He brought his hand to where his mouth was and very carefully and gently, he slid one finger inside of her.

Instantly, she gripped around him tightly, surprised by the sudden filling. She gasped but she made no move to question him or push him away. She slowly loosened her walls around his finger, and he started to swirl his middle finger inside of her. She gripped at the sheets around her and pretty much shouted out his name. He pushed his finger in a little deeper, but stopped when he felt her maidenhood. He had no intentions of breaking her feminine muscle right now, so he kept himself at bay and pleasured the part of her walls that he could touch. He continued to lick at her nub and pumped his finger in and out of her.

Elizabeth's heart was pounding, her own moans and whimpers played in the air, and her body was slick with a thin sheen of sweat. She could feel in the core of her body a tightness she had never felt before, her body shook slightly and her limbs started to tighten. She didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was, it was happening quickly. She couldn't force herself to stop this sudden feeling, but she trusted Booker enough to know what to do.

The walls around his finger were becoming tight and her thighs were starting to close around his head. Booker went faster with his finger and tongue, as he slid his free hand up her body and kneaded her breast. She pulled at his hair as she screamed his name and her back arched into a perfect angle. He played out her orgasm perfectly; licking her, stroking her sensitive skin, and pulled out of her slowly. Her thighs and clutch on his hair loosened and he was able to lean up.

Booker had never seen a more beautiful sight then what he saw now laying in front of him right now. Elizabeth's body shook slightly and her chest rose up and down with heavy breaths. Her hair was splayed out all around her head in a beautiful dark halo, her milky skin gleamed with light sweat, and her eyelids flickered in dreariness. He leaned back down and licked up all of her sweet juices, making sure she was completely clean. She gasped every time his tongue came in contact with her skin.

"Shh," he sounded as he slowly made his way up to her lips with kisses all over her sensitive body. She was whimpering from the after effects of her first orgasm and her body was finally starting to calm down. He finally made it to her lips, and she was hesitant to kiss him and taste herself on his skin, but she so badly wanted to kiss him. So she pushed the hesitation aside and pulled him to her in a warm, loving kiss. The taste on his lips wasn't that bad actually. Not one she'd expect, but she didn't mind. She was the first one to ask for entrance with her tongue on his lips, and greedily kissed him. Her hands roamed his chest and her legs rubbed his thighs and back.

Booker gasped out loud when Elizabeth flipped him over and straddled him, "Whoa! What was that?" She giggled and ran her forefinger down his naked chest. He gulped hard when she started to pull on the strings of his breeches, "Uh, Elizabeth, what are you doing?"

She pulled off his underwear and now he was as naked when he was on his name day, and even more noticeably, he was as naked as Elizabeth now. His erection was the first thing she noticed and a wicked grin creeped onto her lips, "I'm going to kiss you, too."

Before he could say a word, she was lowered down to his manhood and her tongue was licking at his tip. His head flew back into the pillows as she slowly teased and tasted him. If the Gods could curse him for doing such taboo and intimate things with a girl half his age, never had she done anything like this before, and they were out of wedlock, they would curse him to the fiery pits of the underworld. But he didn't worry about it. Because this was a crime he had every intention of repeating with her again and again.

Author's note: Confession: this is the first story of mine that I've updated as I'm writing it. I usually write more than half or all of a story before I even put up a first chapter. But since Infinite is big right now, I need to keep up with the cool kids and go with the flow. So apologies if I can't update every day or every other day, but I'll do my best!

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-Sarai