Unfinished Business
Chapter 40 : Sparing Again
August 2274
Saturday morning arrived, and they set off for the gym. They did their normal workout with the dumbbells, and set them down, and then he looked at her, and slowly raised one eyebrow, as if to ask her a question. She looked back at him, and just as slowly, nodded her head. He took two steps, out to the center of the mat they had been working on, and dropped down into a waiting stance, and she moved to face him, took a deep breath, and began with the first feint he had taught her. She ducked under his moving arm, and slid around his back, and he twisted about, catching her. She bent, and put her shoulder against him, trying to flip him. It was wonderful!
They moved about, twisting and turning, and rolling on the mat, occasionally managing to flip each other. He was moving very slowly, and giving her many opportunities, not trying to rush anything at all. It had been far too long since they had done this. But it was exhilarating. When she began to tire, and breathe hard, he stopped, and straightened up. "Enough for today."
She nodded, and stood there, catching her breath, before moving to the treadmill. She started off jogging, before progressing to a full run, while he ran beside her, inclining the treadmill to give himself a harder workout. When they had finished the distance they were currently at, it was time for laps. And when the laps were finished, it was time to slake the thirst that the sparring had awakened. He followed her back to her quarters, and into the bathroom, where she set the water to hot and steamy.
The familiar ritual warmed them both up, until they were fully aroused and he was growling softly at her, waiting only her acknowledgement before lifting her up, and bracing her against the wet wall while he feasted on her body, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as his tongue probed her sensitive flesh. When he slid her down the wall onto his waiting lok, she shivered and clung to him, biting him repeatedly on the neck and shoulders, until his thrusts became harder and faster, and he roared at her as she spasmed about him, convulsing with his name on her lips.
He leaned against the wall, shuddering, as he slowly came back to himself, his heart pounding in his side, his breath ragged. She was draped about him, her arms over his shoulders, her face buried against his neck, her own heart beating fast and furious against his chest. When he could think again, he set her carefully on her feet and waved his hand to shut off the water. He set her on the fluffy rug she kept before the shower door, and wrapped her in a towel while he dried himself. She stood there, wavering on her feet, her eyes almost closed.
He was drowning in the waves of emotion that she was sending him, and he swept her up, and carried her to the bed, covering her with his body as he tasted and caressed her everywhere, while she moaned, and ran her hands over his body, causing such intense pleasure that he could not continue any longer, warning her with a low growl that he must seek fulfillment. He rolled her over, and pulled her hips high against him, and she spread her knees apart and turned her head to the side as he sank down into her soft wet depths, groaning at the feel of her, surrounding him. He stroked long and deep, and she cried out with the pleasure he gave her, increasing his own arousal. They moved, together, and then apart, and then together again, coming ever closer to the white hot ecstasy that finally overcame them, sending them high into the light, so full of each other that they could not tell which was which.
He barely managed to roll them to the side before collapsing, pulling her close against him as they slid softly into sleep, sated and relaxed. She was his and he was hers, and their world was complete.