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A/N: Okay, so I decided to put this chapter up tonight because I think ya'll have been waiting for a little Khan nooky, and besides, it puts the story back into focus. Plesae R/R, reviews are always welcome. It's a little shorter, but I think it says enough.
John ached at her words. She was finally ready, and he had been patient for her body. She stepped back, removing her underwear, standing before John to let him take in her body. His breath grew heavy, as he felt himself grow, feeling restricted by his pants. He fixed that problem, removing his shoes and bottoms, taking her close to him. He pressed his firmness into her hip, allowing her to feel how ready he was, the affects of her body on his.
"Are you sure?" He breathed heavily, his hands outlining her breasts.
"Yes John." She smirked. "Now, please, take my body before I lose my resolve." She moaned, giving a soft laugh. His teeth gently nipped at her neck. He picked her up and gently lay her on the bed, kissing her, rubbing her sides. Her apex was hot against his hilt, feeling her radiating heat against his skin. He reached down, gently rubbing her sensitive bud, feeling her grow increasingly wet. She moaned beneath him, squirming, wanting him, but not knowing how to handle the new sensations. He kissed her breasts, as her chest puffed, her breathing irregular from the pleasure.
"I'll be as gentle as I can, but it will hurt." He warned, kissing her cheeks. She nodded, as he grabbed himself and repositioned between her knees. He started slowly, entering just the tip, slowly thrusting deeper until he filled her walls. She grimaced, stretching herself to accommodate his size. He held her knees to his sides, and began rocking inside of her, enjoying every fleshy velvety crevice of her temple. Her moans permeated the air, as a tear slipped down her temple.
"I'm sorry, I can't make it hurt any less." He soothed into her neck.
"I'm not tearing from pain, it's solely from pleasure. Please, don't stop. You feel amazing." Her hands roamed through his hair before gently scratching up his back. He pressed himself to her chest, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
"John, please, don't stop." She whined against him.
"Khan." He groaned. Pulling back to look at her. She looked confused.
"My name, my love, is Khan." He repeated, slowly rubbing her lips with his thumb. She nodded in understanding, knowing he would have to explain it to her later. But for now, he wanted her to be taken by Khan, not John.
Their legs were tangled as he continued his sensuous pace, not wanting to take her too fast, feeling her spot, his tip stroking it over and over.
Her moans increased, and her back began to arch. It was as though a thousand stars were exploding behind her eyes, as she tightened around his length, her hips bucking into him uncontrolled. She erupted in muffled screams, her clit shivering in pleasure, her body erupted in goosebumps. Her walls were slick with fulfillment, as he continued his pursuit of satisfaction.
Eventually his thrusts became irregular, and his breath ragged. Khan pulled her in close, spilling himself into her with a guttural cry. They lay together, still tangled as they caught their breath. There were more encounters that night of each others bodies, and they slept well into the morning.
It was late February now. A snowstorm had taken London by surprise, crippling the city. The two lovers worked from their living room, sipping tea, happy to be warm inside.
"Tonight, I will be going to 31. It should be empty with this weather, so I can place the rest of my crew in the torpedoes." He took her hand, as she looked over an underwrite.
"That sounds good, just, be careful." She squeezed his hand gently. "If we are lucky, we can get them in without a hitch." She kissed his knuckle.
"No, Safiya. You will not go with me." He pulled her closer to him. "If I get caught, then I alone will go down. I need you to remain to save and revive my crew. Besides, I would not forgive myself should you be hurt." He smiled down at the woman who curled perfectly in his lap.
"I understand, Khan, just, please, make sure you don't get caught." She purred. He still enjoyed his true name rolling off of her talented tongue.
They made love to one another that day, Safiya taking the reigns, holding him down, wanting him to fill her, knowing that if tonight did not go well, this may be their last encounter. She reveled in making him moan and squirm the way he would do to her. Khan allowed her to cuddle afterwards before getting ready for his mission. She wore one of his larger button up shirts, halfway buttoned, and held him from behind as he straightened himself in the mirror.
"Khan, I- I'll miss you." She sighed, not wanting to let him go. He scooped her up, holding her tightly before setting her down again, taking her lips for one last deep kiss.
"I'll be back, don't worry. If I'm not, you know the plan." He nodded. He knew he had to leave. If he didn't leave now, and break himself away from her shining green eyes, he would never leave.
Just as Khan thought, 31 was nearly empty. A few stray souls wandering around posed no threats. Swiftly, he made his way down to the weapons bay unopposed. His heart leaped when he saw his crew still frozen, happy they had not been destroyed. He set to work placing them in the torpedoes as Safiya had instructed him to. The last torpedo closed securely when the light flicked on.
"Well well, John Harrison." The Admiral stood there, leaning against the doorway to the bay. Khan walked to the middle of the room, surprised to see it was only the Admiral, no other protection. He could take him now, and be done with it, but then what would become of his crew? They would surely be confiscated and locked up secure, never to be given a chance at life again.
"You, you gave me a great idea. I ought to thank you." He smirked nastily, waving his finger at him. "I know you want to hide your crew, but you just hid them in the worst place imaginable." Khan clenched his jaw. "When those torpedoes are fired at Klingon worlds, I'll be rid of your crew, and we will finally break open the bag of war that's been threatening us." He smirked. "That is, if I even wait that long to destroy them." He walked closer to Khan.
"I must also say, thanks for keeping Kesi distracted. You did a much better job at it than I initially thought you would." Khan shook his head.
"I never meant for her to aid such a monster." He spoke defiantly.
"Oh, but whether you did or didn't, she managed to write the perfect program for these torpedoes. Here you are fucking around with the same woman that's going to be responsible for destroying your crew." The Admiral laughed at Khans face.
"I'll give you one chance, John, and you better take it." Marcus cracked his knuckles. "Get out of here John. Run away from here, and don't come back. You do that, and you can save your crew." Marcus' brow lowered as he stepped in closer to Khan. "You leave, and you can save Safiya. I'll make sure nobody comes back for her." He licked his lips.
Khan just nodded. "Of course." He spoke, making his way towards the door.
"Oh, John, one more thing. Thanks for taking care of Addams." He sneered. "If it weren't for you, I would have had to figure out another way to recover from our little agreement." Khan stopped mid-stride, turning his head to listen. "Oh, come on John, don't act like it's a big deal. Addams gets Safiya to drop her mission, and drop you, he gets promoted, and we are all happier. Unfortunately, it seems he didn't hold up his end of the bargain, but you... You John, took care of him for me. I'd even say that deserves some reward. So I've overlooked your recent... relationship with Lt. Kesi." He chuckled his eyes narrowing.
Had he known more about Khan, he would have known how deeply his emotions ran for Safiya. The news that the Admiral himself had a hand in her assault made his blood boil. His fists tightened, knuckles cracking, and all he heard in that moment was the pounding of his heart and the blood in his ears. He turned, locking eyes on the older man. "What John, are you doing to kill me now? What do you think will happen to your crew if you do? What will happen to Safiya?" He taunted.
Khan closed the distance between them, his fist making contact to the side of Marcus' jaw. Marcus stumbled back, spitting out a tooth, as Khan was on the attack once more. For an older man, the Admiral was quick on his feet. He laughed at the anger evident in Khans eyes. "Oh, come now, she is just a girl, she has no place in Star Fleet, I think you know that!" He yelled, his arms open to invite Khans wrath. Khan obliged, throwing punch after punch, the admiral only deflecting a few of them. It was in the blink of an eye that Marcus was on the ground and Khan was above him, rage in his face, his hair having fallen from its normal combed back position.
Blood spilled from the mans mouth and nose, as he let out a glowering laugh. "Your crew, John." He watched Khans fist stop midair. He had played right into the Admirals hand, violently assailing him, giving him no reason now to spare either his crew or his woman. He staggered back, running from the bay, running to her.
Khan stroked Safiyas hair as she slept. She was gentle and peaceful, holding his pillow. A quick note told her everything that she needed to know, but yet, not enough at once. With a gentle kiss upon her brow, he was gone.
Though he was, in essence, gone, Khan was never really out of the picture. From a painful distance, he kept an ever watchful eye over her. She still slept at his home which he monitored. He watched her many nights rolling around, holding his pillow, unable to sleep well. Some nights she would sit up crying, just wanting to feel him one more time, not realizing how cold a bed could be now that she had shared it with someone she care for so much.
A few weeks after Khan had left, he stopped seeing her at his home. He no longer watched her sleep at night. She never showed up there. She never even showed up to her own home. The worst thought came over him. A profound pain cloaked his heart, as he realized that the Admiral must have made good on his word, and now everything had been taken from him. 31 stood void of his family, no torpedoes, no cryocases, no Safiya.
It was then Khan vowed he would return the favor to the good Admiral, to ensure he shared pain and ache that he knew so well, even if it killed him.