In the words of my favorite personal trainer...Oh Shiznizzy.
Tiphanie: Well...I wouldn't say freaky yet...and you might wanna get those magnets ready.
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Hails: I would probably call him pretty whether I was delirious or not. You're really going to think I'm evil for this one then...
Cassouminette: Both. Both is good.
SevaraRose: You and me both. And yeah, someone pointed that out on Ao3 as well. I try not to do that...but I had just updated Angel, and I still had Kira in my head when I started writing. I'm surprised it hasn't happened before...
Guest: Well, you may need a doctor after this one, if that's the case.
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Enjoy!
James wrapped his flesh arm around her back, pressing her closer to him as his tongue explored her mouth. His metal hand slid up her leg, over the curve of her hip to rest on her ribs, pushing her shirt up slightly in the process. She whined, her hips moving, rubbing against him. He shifted his body so he was between her legs, pressing fully against her. He felt her whole body stiffen, the hands that had been running up and down his back were suddenly gripping his shirt. He pulled away, seeing the tears waterfalling down her face. He immediately removed his metal hand, thinking he's hurt her, but when a sob left her, he understood.
"I'm sorry." She cried, and he pulled her into his arms, letting her cry into his shoulder.
He held himself up with his metal arm, rubbing her back with the other. Her hands were still fisted in his shirt, holding her as she cried. He was half hard, lust still rushing through his system, but he shoved it down, instead focusing on trying to comfort her. He knew it would take time. She wouldn't just jump right in with him. With everything that had happened, he was amazed he'd made it this far.
He lifted her, moving so she was sitting on his lap, his arms wrapping around her. She cried for a while, gripping onto him for dear life.
"I'm sorry." She whimpered after a while. "I want to...so bad, but I...I can't. I can't get them out of my head."
"Shh." He hushed her, shifting her slightly to relieve some of the pressure from his still partially hard member. "It's okay. I knew we wouldn't make it that far. You're still healing. It's going to take some time."
"But what about you?" She could still feel him, pressing against her.
"I'll be fine. This is about you. We don't have to rush into things. We can take it as slow as you need."
"James?" She asked.
"Yeah, doll?"
She sat up, looking him in the eye. "Thank you."
She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. They stayed like that, curled up together on the couch, sharing sweet kisses here and there for a while, until James moved Olivia to bed. He tucked her in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before flipping off the light before going into the bathroom. He hadn't let on how painful it had gotten, even just being half hard. His main focus was Olivia, making sure she was comfortable. She was okay.
He undid his belt, shoving his jeans down around his ankles, along with his briefs. He stared down at himself for a moment. This was the first time he'd been like this at his own free will in 70 years. It made him a little guilty, knowing the last time he'd felt this way, it had been another man making him hard, getting him ready to...he swallowed the lump in his throat, pushing that memory away. I guess he should have just been happy he could still get it up after that long. It had taken a while to reawaken those parts of his brain after being shoved down for so long, but now...now he kind of wished he could shut it down again.
He wrapped his hand around his length, pumping slowly. He remembered doing this vaguely, a long time ago. He'd rubbed one out many times before, but now...things were different. He gripped the edge of the sink for support as he stood over the toilet, rubbing one out, while the cause of it laid in bed just outside the door. He felt almost dirty, guilty for doing it, but he needed release.
He teased his head, feeling the fluid starting to drip from his tip. His hips jerked forward as he choked the head of his cock, a moan escaping him. His breathing had picked up, gasps and broken moans leaving him as he pumped his hand faster, trying to imagine what Olivia's hand on him would feel like. Her touch was so delicate, so soft. Maybe she'd use her mouth. He'd had a dame do that to him once, but she had nearly made him bleed with her teeth. But Olivia, with that sweet little mouth of hers. Those soft, plump lips.
His back arched, his hips jerking, a sinful moan leaving his lips as he came, spurting hot seed into the toilet. He bent over, breathing hard as he milked the last of his seed from his length with his hand. His heart was pounding in his ears as he reached over, flushing the toilet. He felt guilty for thinking like that. Dirty. He washed his hands, cleaning himself with a rag before tucking himself back in his briefs.
He opened the door slowly, the smell of arousal hitting his sensitive nose hard, all of the blood in his body rushing south again.
I hadn't meant to start crying. Everything had been fine, but when he shifted, moving between my legs, I was suddenly back in D.C, Rumlow over me, taunting me. I couldn't help it. I felt guilty, knowing I wanted to move further, but my stupid brain wouldn't let me. I cried out of shame and guilt, and because of the pain keeping me from going forward.
I wasn't sure how long I cried, but James eventually moved us into a sitting position, and I could feel him through his jeans, pressing against me. Even when he shifted me slightly, trying to relieve the pressure. I cried more, knowing how painful that had to be. And it was all my fault.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I want to...so bad, but I...I can't. I can't get them out of my head."
"Shh." He hushed me. "It's okay. I knew we wouldn't make it that far. You're still healing. It's going to take some time."
"But what about you?"
"I'll be fine. This is about you. We don't have to rush into things. We can take it as slow as you need."
"James?" I asked, after a moment.
"Yeah, doll?"
I sat up, looking him in the eye. His eyes were so beautiful. "Thank you."
I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. He tasted good. Like coffee and the cookies we'd had after dinner. We stayed that way for a while, cuddled on the couch, sharing kisses every once in a while. I was close to being asleep on his shoulder when he moved me, tucking me into bed. He pressed a kiss to my forehead as he tucked me in, making sure I was comfortable before shutting off the light and moving into the bathroom.
I laid there in the dark, praying for sleep to come. But my luck, it didn't happen. The first moan had my eyes shooting open. It was breathy, and quiet, but I still heard it, because apparently I have super hearing when it comes to this. The second moan was louder, desperate. I tried not to picture what he was doing. The look on his face, the breathy 'fuck' that seemed to echo in my ears.
I began to feel warm. I shifted slightly, nothing seeming to be comfortable. I squirmed, my thighs rubbing together causing a friction I didn't know I needed. My back arched slightly as I repeated the movement. James' moans got louder, and they went straight between my legs. My underwear was wet, my breaths picking up as I tried to find something that was comfortable. James let out a final, long moan and I whimpered, curling in on myself. I really felt guilty now, if this was what it was like...I felt bad for making him sit that long.
I heard the toilet flush, and the sink run, and I tried to calm myself down enough to make it seem like everything was normal, and I'd slept through the whole thing. But when the door opened, and he froze in the doorway, I knew I wasn't so lucky.