Chapter Forty-Three - Bliss
I know, I know, it's been forever and non of you probably thought I was going to update. I really am sorry. It's been brutal over here. Enjoy
Rose Hathaway
Walking in the quad in the early morning, the actual morning – with the sun – was peaceful. I held my face up in the direction of the sky and let my skin soak up at much vitamin D as I could. It was a rarity that I could get away from everything to have a few simple moments to myself. The days had passed and Mikhail and I had continued, surprisingly. I wasn't sure what our expiration date, but I had a feeling that I'd find out soon enough. Graduation was steadily approaching and I knew that as soon as it was over, I'd be going back to Court and I'd have to face all the things that I'd been running from. I'd have to se Lisa, Christian, Etienne…Adrian…
I pursed my lips and shoved the thoughts away for now. I couldn't afford to let myself be down about something that wasn't here yet. I had as much of a game plan as was necessary. Make it through Graduation, pack up your shit and get back to Court. Everything after that would be strictly improvisation.
My leisurely stroll was something that I had adopted in recent days. I'd never really been able to just walk with ease, at least not recently. There were still wounds healing throughout my body, but those were purely emotional. I was nearly completely better, but you can't really decide for yourself that you're alright, that you're suddenly ready to move on. I knew well enough about that. Getting involved with Alexander probably wasn't one of my best ideas, but it was roaring fun. But it was also just a way to forget about everything that was knocking front and centre in my mind. I knew that Mikhail wasn't exactly the ideal match for me, that we probably wouldn't run off and get married, have crazy monkey sex and live in the human world. The crazy monkey sex was a possibility, but only for a short amount of time, seeing as I was leaving and he was presumably staying here. And we all know long distance is bullshit. I was contented with him now. It was pure bliss waking up next to him in the mornings and I really did feel alright when I was around him. I felt like he understood me and I knew that we were helping each other.
I knew that everyone would either be just getting to bed or fast asleep by now and that I probably should as well, but I didn't feel tired. I felt restless. The kind of restless that running wouldn't do any good, the kind that physical exertion would do nothing to help. I found myself ambling into the Guardian Building and up into the corridor that Mikhail stayed in. I found his door and let myself in without a knock. This would have been a bad idea if I was easily embarrassed, considering his current state.
The boy had obviously just gotten out of the shower because his hair was damp and sticking out in random directions from a quick towel dry. There were droplets of water running down his muscular back and he held the towel in front of him, I presumed he was drying off his face. I didn't mind and took a good long look at that boy's rear end before he turned around.
Upon my entrance, he half turned and I bit my lip. There was just something so incredibly sexy about a guy fresh out of the shower wearing a pleasantly surprised look on his face. And that hair, that messy hair was so terribly endearing it almost made my heart hurt. (A/N: Oy, heads up for a little M rage here. Lemon, if you wish to pass it, there will be bold writing to show the end).
"Hey you," he said and I didn't respond. I just went right up to him and pressed my lips to his. He made a small sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but wound his arms around my waist as mine made their way around his neck. When we finally pulled away for air, he looked into my eyes and said, "Someone's in a good mood," I bit my lip and watched him through hooded lids. I didn't have to speak to get my point across. His hands trailed lightly down my chest, undoing buttons on their way. He peeled off my shirt and looked pleased to discover that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I tangled my right hand in his hair and pulled him down for another kiss and things picked up quickly. He made quick work of my jeans and he stripped me of my panties. His hands were roaming my body as I was kissing his neck. His hand ran up my back and to the nape of my neck. A growl vibrated in his chest as he ripped out the elastic that had been holding up my hair.
"I thought my hair looked good today," I murmured. I had actually put some work into the bun that was reasonable and stylish at the same time.
"It did," he consented as he backed me into the window. The cold glass was a shock on my heated skin and I jumped, coincidentally pressing my body into Mikhail's. He groaned at the contact and pressed against me. I loved the feel of his skin on mine and threw my head back as his kissed down my neck, along my collar bones and down to my breast. He nipped at my right nipple and teased me with his tongue as I tried to suppress a moan. I knew he knew it because his eyes flashed up to mine as his hand slowly travelled in between my legs. He taunted me by skimming his fingers along the insides of my thighs, but not entering me. I bit my lip in a guilty pleasure, but also frustration. I gasped as he took my breast into his mouth and dug my nails into his back. He licked and sucked and nipped and then moved to tend to my other breast, all the while still teasing at my entrance.
"Mikhail," I said breathily and his eyes met mine as he slowly slipped a finger inside of me. He was such a horrible tease and I loved him for it. He kissed back up my neck and peppered my face with pecks as he slowly moved his finger in and out of me. Soon, he added a second as he hovered right before my lips, not kissing me. I loved the feel of him, I loved how he teased. But I was getting frustrated. I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long, promising and furious kiss and I could tell he loved it.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me. His fingers and mouth absent from my body and I felt barren. And hurt. He saw the look on my face and placed a tender kiss on my forehead before he whispered in my ear, "A little background music," which I understood as 'Something to cover up the noise of what's coming'.
As I watched his lean form bend over his deck, connecting his iPod to his docking station, I squirmed. I was soaking and raging with desire for him. Now. I crept up behind him and ran my finger tips along his sides, his hips and down just above his member. I felt him shudder and smiled as his hands paused in their work. "Come on, Mikhail, put on that music," I murmured into his ear before I kissed right below it. I let my hands trail across his lower abdomen and let my smile grow as I felt his body quaking with desire. I moved more to the side of Mikhail and skipped my right hand down onto his rapidly hardening member. I took a hold of him lightly and listened to his breathing hitch and glanced at his hands to see them shaking. "Mikhail, come on…" I teased as I ran my fingers up and down his length.
"Oh God," he said shakily as he quickly finished with the music. I barely noticed, but I did notice when he began to turn towards me.
"Don't move," I whispered as I watched him through my lashes. I slowly began pumping my hand along his length, watching him all the while. His eyes met mine as I administered these actions onto him. I took pleasure in his dilated pupils and his taut body. I smiled again, knowing that it was me that was doing this to him. As I began to move my hand faster along his length, he seemed to have had enough.
He groaned as he gripped my shoulders and threw me onto the bed. He didn't waste any time as he plunged right into me. He thrust into me and knotted his hand into my hair. I quickly picked up his pace and moved with him, straining to keep quiet. Even though there was cover-up music, I was still vaguely concerned about the other Guardians over hearing, particularily the ones who roomed on either side of Mikhail's room. My thoughts soon drifted away from any worrying as Mikhail picked up the pace and I found myself staring into his eyes. We were both breathing heavily and approaching our climaxes and we both knew it. I gripped Mikhail's left hand in my right and his right forearm in my left hand and deftly switched our positions so I was the one on top. I saw the heated approval in his eyes and thrived on the whispered praises he showered me with as I rode him. He fondled my breasts as I gripped his shoulders. I couldn't even hear the music now, the sound of our skin slapping together was music enough. Mikhail moved his hands to my hips and helped strengthen my thrusts and also contributed with his hips.
"M-Mikhail..." I uttered just as I hit my climax in the same instant he reached his. I felt him release inside of me and damn, if felt so good. We road out our orgasims together and after we came down, he shifted us so we were on our sides, facing each other. He began to pull out when I wrapped a strong leg around his waist. "I'm not done with you yet,"
"God, you're amazing," he whispered before he ravished my body with kisses and licks. He slowly began pumping in and out of me while we were lying on our sides. It was so intimate. As we were reaching our climaxes for a second time, he wrapped an arm around my back and pressed me plush against his chest. This time, I couldn't hold back the moan that ripped itself from my throat as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I could have sworn that he said, "I love you," but I thought I must have imagined it. I was lost in the ecstacy of the orgasim and his words weren't as important as they probably should have been. I was worried, but determined to push it aside for later.
(It's over, kids)
That night, Mikhail and I stayed up talking and laughing. We swiped some beer from the Guardian's stash and drank pretty consistantly. We had frequent burst of passion and it was an evening of extreme pleasure, to say the least. He played with my hair and I traced nothings into the skin of his chest as we began to fall into a sleepy state. He murmured something and kissed the crown of my head as he pulled the covers over us, but I didn't hear what it was. Before I passed into my slumber, I just felt completely blissed out. Everything was alright and I was sleeping next to a beautiful boy. What could be better? I snuggled closer to him and fell into one of the easiest sleeps of my life.