A/N: This chapter picks up right where the last one left off.
The sound of the door seals engaging rang through the room as the thumping bass of the club became nothing more than a distant rumble.
His hands cupped her face, pulling her to him as his mouth brushed over hers, gently at first, then with increased pressure, coaxing her to open. He explored her with lips and tongue, inviting her to do the same. He nibbled on her soft mouth and decided then and there that he was going to take his time with her, wait until she wanted it as badly as he did, and savor her, for once.
He kissed her with weeks worth of pent-up passion, instinct and drive locked away in her absence. He drew on her tongue, stroking inside her mouth, drinking in the flavor of her.
She clutched at his shoulders, responding to his kisses with fervor. He felt her move, and groaned into her mouth as her hand returned to his crotch, squeezing his erection through his pants.
Maybe she was already as hot for it as he was. Still, he wouldn't let her rush him.
In an effort to move her hand away, he nudged Sara toward one of the couches. Breaking off their kiss, he sat, pulling her close between his open legs. Before he did anything else, he removed his gloves, preferring to proceed with his bare hands. He unwound the scarf from around her neck, letting it flutter to the floor. Her lips parted as he slid the zipper on her jacket down, pushing it off her shoulders. He pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, leaving her topless aside from a sensible bra made of soft cotton. He marveled at how mouth-watering she looked, better than anything he'd seen in satin or lace.
His hands met on her sleek back, bringing her closer. He let her breasts brush his face, turning his head to softly bite one nipple through the cotton.
She gasped, hands coming up to hold his head.
He sucked on the sharp bead of flesh, leaving a wet imprint as he tasted her through the cloth. He had the bra unhooked when he pulled back, letting the cups slip slowly down and off. He rubbed against her with his face, inhaling deeply before sucking her back in. Her pink nipple was red and slick when he let it go, moving to repeat his attentions to the matching nub on her other side, licking all around her areola before drawing on her with strong pulls.
The dim lighting of the room made shadows dance on her skin as he pulled her into a sitting position, sliding to his knees on the floor. His hands ran up the outsides of her thighs, coming together at the top to work her zip. Grasping handfuls of material, he slid them down, and she lifted her hips to help. He shoved the pants, her boots, and socks off, pushing it all over her small feet.
He kissed his way from her knees up, tasting her skin as he went, tracking her inner thighs until his nose bumped up against her panties. He traced her sensitive flesh through the cloth with one firm finger, looking up to watch as her mouth fell open and her eyes slid shut.
He was still fully dressed, but he needed her underwear off. There was something primal within him that wanted to see her there, lounging in his favorite place to sit, completely bare. Setting one hand in the elastic at the top, he pulled it from her, settling himself back between her open legs.
He slid a hand down over her silky lower belly, ghosting over the small patch of hair, and pushed at one thigh, widening the space between it and its match.
Her breathing hitched, coming out in delicious little gasps as her fingers threaded through his hair, waiting for it. He knew she knew what was coming, and he reveled in the anticipation, kneeling between her thighs.
He waited a beat. And then another.
"Reyes," she said.
Hearing her plea, the sweet sound of his name on her lips, was enough to set him in motion.
He traced down her labia, lightly, with both thumbs, looking down at her most intimate flesh. Applying the lightest of pressure, he parted her folds, opening her to his gaze.
She shuddered.
"Beautiful," he whispered, before leaning in to give her a long, firm lick.
She moaned, her hips arching toward him.
Holding her steady, he licked her again, lightly running his tongue over her in upward strokes. Pressing harder, he explored her with his mouth, licking all around her pink flesh, dipping inside her before retreating. Her thighs trembled and he latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth.
She broke apart, crying out as she pulled at his hair, pushing herself into his mouth as her hips left the couch.
"Mmm," he hummed against her swollen flesh. That was quick. Satisfaction filled him as he moved up her body so his lips could claim hers.
She kissed him back with a violent intensity, pulling him against her, rubbing her naked body up into his clothed frame.
His hands went for the zipper that ran the length of his armored flight suit. She helped him, scrambling to remove everything so they could touch skin to skin. Once they'd freed him of all his clothing, he moved to cover her, but she put a hand on his chest, pushing him back.
"My turn," she said, her voice shaky.
She'd been after his cock all evening, so he decided it was time to let her have her way. She knelt on the floor before him, circling him in small fingers. She bathed him in her breath first and he saw his flesh jerk under the heat.
Fisting a hand in her hair, he watched through heavy lids as she gave him a teasing lick, just a quick swipe of her pink tongue over the head.
He grunted, pulling her hair just a bit. He waited as a smile spread over her face.
Curling her tongue around him, she pulled him in, sucking at the tip. Opening wider, she took more of him, relaxing her jaw and taking him deep. He felt himself bump up against the back of her throat.
Slow, torturous minutes passed as she took him with her mouth, surrounding him in wet heat. He shifted, ass tightening, pleasure overloading his senses, enjoying the sight and the feel of her until he felt the burning tingle building low in his belly.
He didn't want to go off in her mouth, didn't want to waste it. Cupping her face, he pulled her off of him, relishing the popping sound her mouth made as he slipped free of it.
He lifted her up to sit next to him on the couch before he moved back down to the floor. Coming up between her legs, he pulled her hips to the edge of the sofa.
He rubbed himself against her, letting her flesh scald him. He danced the head of his cock against her folds, sliding through her slickness. "Mmm. Is the couch acceptable for you? I could just bend you over one of these tables, instead..." He trailed off as their mouths met, and pulling her closer, he slid just the head inside, halting his advance as he felt her stretch around him.
She whimpered, hips pushing into his in an effort to take him deeper.
He took a deep breath, feeling his chest expand as he bore down and gained another inch.
She groaned, her legs coming around his hips and crossing over his ass, heals digging in.
He grit his teeth, steeling himself against the urge to thrust home.
"Reyes," she gasped. "Fill me up."
His stomach clenched at her words, and the desire to tease her body with his penetration left him. Anchoring himself with hands on her hips, he pushed forward, rocking past tight muscles to seat himself within her fully. She took a loud gulping breath and he turned his head, his mouth recapturing hers.
He held deep, for just a moment. He still felt so surprised at how well she fit him, like they were made for each other. She'd utterly ruined him, and he wanted to ruin her, too. He began to move, slowly, at first, before gaining speed. His hips drove into hers, taking her with long powerful strokes.
Her breath was coming out in short bursts, hitting his mouth as he kissed her. His rhythm picked up, and wanting, no, needing to be closer, he pulled her down to the floor. He pushed her knees back toward her chest, his thrusts gaining leverage, bumping up against the deepest parts of her.
He reached for something bright and illusive, tripping up the road to oblivion, pleasure wracking every part of his frame. Images flashed in his head, of naked skin and sweet smiles as he felt her contractions, her body clenching on him to push him the final distance.
He buried his face into the scented skin of her neck, and clenching his teeth, he held deep, feeling his warmth spread inside her in strong pulses.
He stayed that way, covering every inch of her with himself, until he felt her squirm beneath him.
He slipped from her body and rolled to her side.
When he'd had a chance to catch his breath, he had to push away the melancholy that always threatened when he considered her impending departure.
"Hmm, thank you for making me feel better." She stretched, back arching off the floor as her arms reached above her head.
"Hey, I'm here whenever you want to play." Joking aside, he needed her to know that he'd happily help her work through anything.
She laughed, turning to softly shove his chest with her hand.
He grunted and pulled her back in, helping her settle comfortably against him. "Where you off to next?" he asked, his thumb idly sweeping down her right shoulder.
"I've got to head back to the Nexus." Her tone turned playful. "Wanna come?"
He laughed. "I'd probably be shot on sight."
"Yeah..." She took a deep breath before continuing, "Addison knows about you. I'm not really sure how."
A cold stillness settled over him. "How do you mean?"
"Well, during a discussion regarding the outpost here, she mentioned you by name when she asked me about the connections I used to place it."
Interesting. Maybe a trip to the Nexus was something worth doing. Incognito, of course.
His fingers slid through her dark hair and she sighed before sitting up to reach for her clothing.
"I should probably get back before Cora sends out a search party."
SAM spoke into the charged atmosphere of the room, "That would be highly unlikely."
Sara's brows drew together in a frown. "Shush."
Reyes chuckled as he helped her gather her clothes, retrieving her scarf from where it peaked out from under the sofa. Standing up with her, he didn't bother to put on a stitch, and naked, he wrapped the filmy piece of fabric around her neck, adjusting the fall of it to imitate the way she usually wore it.
"Come back when you can," he told her, his firm tone indicating that this was not a request.
"You know I will. Kadara's my favorite planet, after all." Her hand lightly traced down the muscles on his chest.
She grinned at what she saw in his eyes then, and went up on tiptoes to kiss him. She licked at his lips and he sucked in a breath.
"You'd better behave if you want me to let you leave." His gaze had turned predatory.
She looked at him for a moment like she was mulling that over, but he knew she was going when her mouth firmed and she withdrew her softly wandering fingers.
He watched as, with one last sweep of her eyes down his bare body, she turned and made her exit.