Before Hope knows it, it's time again for his training to begin.
It's morning routine…and also cleaning, taking orders, pushups, and weapons training…and it's for a total of ten weeks.
Hope knows that on either world, this one or the last, that he was never cut out to be a soldier. He's never had the physical capacity. But somehow, he finds a way. He grits his teeth and counts out just one more rep, just one more sit up, just one more lap. His determination knows no bounds. He can hardly eat when it comes time to go the mess hall, but his stomach fights his fatigue to ultimately tell him to consume.
He feels himself becoming more sinewy, more flexible. Hope doesn't possess the body mass to ever become truly ripped or muscular, but he can tone what he already has. On the eighth week, he can distinctly remember waking up to check himself out in the mirror one morning, only to see that he can see definition in his stomach that he could never remember seeing before. Silently, skeptically, he appraises himself going through a slight metamorphosis. Ten weeks cannot change him completely to a different body type, but it can improve him. He feels stronger than he's ever remembered feeling.
When he graduates from basic training, he's awarded "Most Improved" out of all of the recruits in his class. He accepts the honor with a bland outlook. Of course he had no choice but to improve. These kids around him, and these adults all clapping with him on the makeshift stage, have no idea of the impetus that has pushed him. Every time he had to go run or lift weight, he imagined that this was a test specifically designed to make him ready for a battle with the old god. It gave him a far sharper edge than the rest of the green recruits. Of course he would try to excel harder than the average Joe that enlisted in the army. He had more to lose than anyone, and he saw the exercises as being far more necessary than those around him. He didn't make any friends-he was the shy, quiet boy during BT that he had been in school-but he made an impression. That was the more important of the two.
Coming out of BT, he immediately gets another week off before his first mission. This isn't awarded to everyone, so Hope is grateful that he gets to say goodbye to his old friends and family before heading out on whatever the government decided he would need to do.
Hope's used to calling the shots. It's odd to be a soldier again, and not the person in charge.
When he walks back into his old room, he spots Alyssa out of the corner of his eye, and something twitches inside of him. He just walks by her-she's on the other side of the communal green when he catches a flash of her cropped blonde bob-but that's enough to cause a reaction. He grits his teeth and walks back to his dorm faster.
It's not that I'm attracted to her, he tells himself as he locks his gaze forward. It's that I know what can happen between us, and I'm being weak, leaning on physical memories. He also has to remember that he's a young boy in this incarnation, and that means that he's subject to urges that he could have normally repressed. His eighteen-year-old American body is chomping at the bit for some action. He has to remember that he's only experienced sex once, and he's physically craving more of the taste that he experienced, not the person with whom he shared the experience with. It's normal, and it's to be expected in the age that he's living in. Casual sex is something that he's grown up with being acceptant of.
Also, the fact that he's been surrounded by men for the past few months doesn't help. Alyssa is literally one of the first females that he lays eyes on once he graduates from boot camp. His hormones are on fire.
Scientifically analyzing the response he feels doesn't help. All the mental justification that he runs through doesn't stop the physical urge. His dick rises of its own accord, the traitorous thing. He shifts uncomfortably, moving his paperwork in a manner where he can block the crowd from seeing the obvious bulge in his pants.
Time to trick his mind.
He whips out his phone right then and there, diverting his thoughts to the one girl he's thought about during his training-Claire. He's ashamed to admit that there were a few times in the shower he's had lustful thoughts while feeling the hot water on his back. He touched himself while thinking of their shared kiss-the last communication he had with her before he had to leave to finish his BT. There, that night, he felt the connection with her he had been so desperately craving for lifetimes now. She had kissed him back-and he had felt the tingle. Memories of her had kept him eager and alive through the grueling drills and routines, and had fueled his fire when he was alone in the shower and at night. Her pillowy little lips, remembering the taste of them, had given him the impetus to stroke himself during those lonely last few months. He had to release his young body somehow. He was only human in this lifetime.
Alyssa being the first girl he sees when re-introduced to the school grounds only throws a wrench into his fantasies and desires. It's not what he had dreamed of during those sleepless fitful nights. He has to right this wrong somehow.
He shoots a terse text.
Hey, C. I'm back from BT and have some time before my next assngmnt. Meet up at my dorm? –H
He pockets his cell, hoping that she's not on some new far-flung mission the way Sazh had been during his two week interim period where he was off. He can only pray that she is nearby and able to hang out to distract his teenage mind from the fact that a previous sexual conquest is nearby.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long for an answer.
I heard that the greenies would be out today. I prepared. Trying to arrange something with the gang for you tonight. I'll be there soon to celebrate. –C
The response is almost immediate in response to Hope's text, and when he sees his phone light up with an alert from her number, the smile on his face is irrepressible. When he reads what she sent, however, he feels mixed emotions.
Well, it's good that she's back, and he's beyond thrilled that he'll get to see her and the rest of their friends again…but that doesn't help his frustration right now.
He pockets his phone and enters his room that has been sitting vacant for the past few weeks, throwing his stuff on his bed.
Now he has to kill some time before she arrives, and not think of all the things he's wanted to do to Claire for so long.
"It's so HARD!" He yells at the ceiling, curling his fingers into balls of frustration. He will wait, he is so good at waiting, but it just feels like forever.
He just had a kiss with Claire, he feels like he made some headway, but that doesn't stop his uncanny need that he feels now. There is so much that he wants to do, so many things that he wants to experience, and he feels that he's put everyone else before himself. He's waited for so long…and he still has to wait some more.
"It's just…not fair." He states the words aloud due to frustration, and plops on the side of his bed, running his hands through his hair.
Giving in to his own base urges, he sighs, surrendering to his own body's needs. He falls backward on the bed, first staring at the ceiling, then closing his eyes as he unzips his pants, the zipper falling open sounding so loud in the silence. The hissing of his zipper is the trumpet fanfare of his shame, and he feels the color rising to his cheeks as he pulls out his dick through the opening of his boxers and zipper, unable to control himself.
He's already hard and solid as a rock, springing out to his waiting hand at the slightest provocation. Sighing aloud, knowing, with full shame, just how quickly he knows he's going to come, he grabs himself and starts to stroke.
Gritting his teeth, he tortures his own flesh by rubbing hard and fast without spitting into the palm of his hand. The bed jostles as he moves. He's just gotten into a good rhythm when he hears a quiet knock on the door.
"GOD…DAMN IT." He mutters, the curse hissing out between clenched teeth. Using his abs, he pulls himself up to a seated position. Normally, he would ignore the knock, but he doesn't want to do so in case it's Claire on the other side of the door. He needs to see her. He shoves himself back into his cargo pants, which is almost impossible to do now, due to his newfound excitement of hoping his love is on the other side of his door. He doesn't know how he could get any harder than he was just a moment before, but now he is, swollen with excitement. A weeping bead of pre-cum floats to the top of his head. Great. It will make him more sticky and uncomfortable now.
"Coming." He says this out loud, but in his mind, he finishes, well, not yet. He stands, knowing he just has to shove himself back in, and bears the pain he feels as his sensitive skin rubs past the zipper teeth, grazing the shaft. With a loud zip, he pulls his fly, suppressing a scream of anguish and pain. Awkwardly, he makes his way, bowlegged at first, to the door. Out of desperation and happiness, he doesn't check the peephole, but just throws it open, expecting to find…
…"You." He says the word with a ragged, guttural groan.
The cropped blonde bob that jumpstarted his body into this entire mess is standing in the hallway, unaware of her influence on him.
"Hi, Hope! Just wanted to welcome you back. I couldn't help but notice the newest class had finished their BT when I saw you walk across the lawn just now. I waved, but you must not have seen me, because you just kept walking."
I saw you, all right. Hope thinks to himself. I just didn't want to announce to everyone on the green that we know each other.
"H-Hi, Alyssa. Uh, thank you. Yeah, I'm busy right now, so if you could just give me a min-"
"Why don't you tell me how you like Basic Training?" Alyssa either doesn't hear Hope, or chooses not to take a hint, as she boldly walks into his dorm, ducking under the arm that is waiting to slam the door shut in her face. Hope turns to her as she twirls once in the center of the room. Somehow, the slanting rays of the rising sun outside the window fall at just the right angle on one side of her body, silhouetting her petite frame underneath her clothes.
Hope shuts the door, just due to the fact that he doesn't want any passerby, or any of his colleagues, to overhear their conversation. He steps past her and starts to unzip his bag.
"No offense, Alyssa, but you saw me literally just get back right now, and I've got a lot of things to catch up on. I can't humor this right now…"
"Oh, that's okay. I don't mind if you put away your stuff while we talk. I have about an hour between tours right now, so it's a good time for me. You won't be rude, I promise. Don't worry about me. Just tell me how you liked it…I mean, I can definitely see you've been working out."
Hope turns to Alyssa at these last words, brows drawn down, perplexed. He can see the blush that immediately starts creeping up Alyssa's face, and she is quick to cover up her faux pas.
"Uh, I didn't mean that. What I meant to say was, is that I can see that you've been doing a lot of work for your training. Yeah, um, wow, that came out wrong too." The blush deepens. "I mean, we've known each other for a long time, Hope, and worked next to each other. I've never seen you before like this, so I want to know, you know, as a friend, what the experience was like for you, and…"
"…and you like the fact that I've been working out." Hope finishes for her, grinning, reveling a little bit on how uncomfortable Alyssa is acting. It's not every day that his former assistant acts flustered, even when accused of outright sabotage. Good. At least he's not the only one rendered uncomfortable by their situation. A small, petty part of him revels in the fact that he's not alone with feeling uncomfy by their experience.
"Well…yeah." Alyssa puts out her chin, and her bravery in the face of embarrassment reminds him of another woman that he knows. "I am a female, after all."
"Oh." Hope nods, once. He takes on a philosophical expression. "Oh. So what you're basically trying to tell me is, is that you haven't appreciated me and my appearance up until now. Now you think I actually look good for the first time in centuries."
"What? No!" Alyssa shakes her head vehemently, waving her arms. "That's not what I said at all! Now you're just putting words in my mouth."
Hope laughs. "I know. None of this really matters. Of course I had to work out in Basic Training. I need my strength for…for what's going to come soon." Realizing that he almost said too much to a person he's not sure is the enemy, he allows himself to trail off before clamping his mouth shut.
Is this how Claire feels? He wonders. Not knowing what to say to me, because she's not sure that she can trust what I will do with the info? Internally, he acknowledges Claire's struggle, because he experienced a flicker of that just now with Alyssa.
Alyssa can tell something is up. They both know it, and the speculation is clear in the woman's green eyes. "Oh-kay, well, I just wanted to welcome you back, just wanted to stop by and say hi…"
"No you didn't." Hope feels tired now, for the first time in a long while. He allows the weight of all his past, of all of the memories he can still gather, to crush him for a moment. Warily, he sits down on the bed, not even meeting Alyssa's eyes for a moment. "You didn't come in here just to say, 'hi'…"
"Excuse me? I-"
"You came in here because you wanted to see where we stood. How I would receive seeing you again. Wondering if I thought about you during those months. Wondering if we could still be friends, and maybe, just maybe…I could have changed my mind about who I wanted to be with." He looks up at Alyssa now, deadpan through his hair. "Don't try to deny it, Alyssa. We're too old and I don't have the time for that right now."
Alyssa opens her mouth indignantly, but upon seeing the look in Hope's one eye burning through the mass of tumbling locks, she finds something there that she doesn't want to confront, and ends up changing her mind. Her mouth clicks shut, and she takes a different approach.
"So…what have you thought? Say that you're right…"
"I am right. We both know it."
Alyssa holds up a finger. "Okay, well?"
Hope doesn't feel like playing games, but knows that he's become a part of one somehow. "Well, what?"
"What do you think about the possibility of being with me." The last part of the sentence comes out in a whisper, and this grabs Hope far more than a shout ever could. He squares his face to her now, and when she says, "me-" the question dies off into a breath, an exhalation. She closes her eyes for the briefest moment, as if to gather her strength, then flicks them open once more to look at Hope.
"If anything, Alyssa, I think the best thing for me would not to be with anyone right now." He gets up and walks over to her. She is standing, holding her books in front of her like a sort of shield, but to her credit, she doesn't back up when he walks over to her. She just looks up at him with those eyes.
"I knew it. I knew that she couldn't give you the love that you deserve-"
"Fuck, Lyssa, I don't need this shit. I just got back. I need to move on. I don't need a little girl running around behind me, in my way, with her feelings. I've got way more important things going on right now…and don't you dare suggest anything negative about Claire in my presence again. I might be a little fucked up in the head with my teenage body going against my better judgement at this stage of my life right now, but I'm not the LEAST confused about how fucked up it is that you utter anything remotely condescending about a woman that saved your soul when you would have left her sister in a prison for eternity." Hope started his tirade brushing past Alyssa, but at the end, he walks back in front of her, his eyes zeroed in on her face. He moves closer.
"Give me some sort of sign that you understood the words that have just came out of my mouth. Because that shit ended the moment that you said that sentence."
The two stand, lovers and enemies, deadlocked against one another in a silent battle of wills. Alyssa cannot do anything but succeed, and this she does with only the briefest dip of her chin.
"I will take that as a yes, sir." Hope moves past her once more, the wind from his passing rustling Alyssa's hair.
"We're not on Academia anymore, Hope. I don't have to address you as 'sir' or 'director' anymore. Technically, on this world, I outrank you. You're the green recruit. So no, you didn't take it as 'yes, SIR,' from me."
"Is that what you came for? To get into some sort of pissing match with me?" Hope goes over to his bag, turning his back to her and starting to get out clothes.
"No, I came up here so I could get fucked real quick before I have to give the next tour." Hope stops in his tracks as he unpacks, visibly flinching. There is a pained silence where neither move, then Hope slowly places his shirts down on the bed, smoothes them once, then calmly turns toward Alyssa.
She is heaving, cheeks red to beneath her eyes at having admitted the truth, hand placed on a jutting hip. She raises her eyebrows. "Well, soldier?"
"Alyssa, what the hell. What are you, some kind of a slut?" He quickly throws out a hand. "Hey, I actually didn't mean that last part as an insult…I'm just trying to understand what the hell you're thinking."
"What the hell I'm thinking is, is that you look more smoking hot than I ever remembered you as being, you're vulnerable, I'm in your bedroom, and I haven't gotten any since…since…"
"Well, me neither." Hope hisses. "But, look…before I met with all of you from the past, still trying to believe I was born only once onto this world, I would have looked at you as being a hot chick. You know my situation. You aren't held to those constraints. Look…you could laid, honey, anywhere. I've got issues. So do you, granted, but…you're not in love-"
"-might be." Those two little words are the scariest Hope has heard in this exchange, and he snaps his head up, eyes wide.
A single tear slides down Alyssa's cheek, and Hope stares at it in horror. Alyssa crying is something he's never seen before, in any context, even when her doom was assured. Her bottom lip is quivering, and he can see her biting down on it to even out the line.
"Jesus Christ." He never used to swear by any God on this world, still holding on to an internal understanding that the gods he knows exist are not those that the people in this world pray to, but he lets the epithet go in this instance. He hates invoking the name of any deity into his speech, whether they be on this world or the last, due to his…past, but he speaks the name of the Christian God for the first time on seeing Alyssa's tear and hearing her admission.
Alyssa, to her credit, doesn't look away. "I-I can't stop thinking about you. While you were away. While you were gone…" Hope's frustration is flattened away by the feminine way that her body shakes. He can't get over the fact that she let out a single tear. She never cries. His memory is spotty, granted, but he thinks he would remember seeing the person he was closest to for many years get emotional.
"Alyssa…" He walks up to her, slowly, carefully, like he would a caged tiger. His palms are out. "Hey, Alyssa, it's just hormones. It's just nerves. You're a scientist, like me, remember?" He bridges the gap between them, and places his hands on her shoulders. She doesn't move to wipe away the tear, but it completes its roll down her face, and plops onto her shirt. Hope succeeds in ignoring it. She blinks, and immediately stops herself from crying any more. "Stay with me, girl. This isn't real. This…this is borderline obsession, is what it is. Rise above this. Pull yourself together."
"This is nothing different than what you feel for Lightning." Alyssa snatches herself away from his grasp, and angrily starts pacing the room. "Obsession is definitely the right term that comes to mind…and it comes to mind when I think about the dogged, single-minded determination to bring her back. To have the girl, literally, of your dreams."
Alyssa whirls to Hope, who is standing very still and rigid in the room, just tracking her movements with his eyes.
She turns to him, marches up to the man with his arms very still by his sides. "Well? What do you have to say in defense of that?"
"I say nothing." Hope shrugs, the barest of movement. He doesn't want to arouse her ire anymore. He speaks as little as possible, stays calm, and doesn't make any sudden moves. "I say you might be right."
"Well, I am." Indignantly, she tosses her head with a sniff.
"Well, that means that we're caught in some time-warped love triangle, and that means that it won't end happily for one of us." Hope surmises their situation in a brusque tone. "I don't intend on being that unhappy person."
"Neither. Do. I." Alyssa says these words, drawing closer with each slight exhalation, until at the end of her sentence, she is only a hairdsbreath away, her lips quivering. Her eyes are hooded. With a flick of her lashes, she breaths into Hope's slightly open mouth.
"Kiss me, dammit, Hope Estheim. I'm right here." Without thinking about the consequences, or what he should be doing, he simply obeys. He's a soldier, and he knows better than when to disobey. He meets her head-on, a little too hard for what he intended, but he finds that he's the one who has the shaking body at this moment.
They meet, so old but their actions showing just how juvenile they are in the ways of love. They are a snarling mess of teeth and gum, and their jaws rake each other with open abandon. They move, Hope pushing his taller and broader body into hers, and she snuggles into the cave of his shoulders, pushing back. His eyes are closed, but hers are wide open, and she gathers her fists under the neck of his shirt, balling up the fabric in them and pulling his mouth down closer.
"Mmm-frm-mmph." Whatever Hope meant to say will be obscured to time as he shuffles on heavy feet, blindly reaching out, his shaking body groping for love. Alyssa is there to provide, but she does so on her own terms, timing out the meeting and the method for how this will be carried out.
They move in a Frankenstein waltz until they bump into the utilitarian desk, rattling the pens and nearly knocking over the lamp on the other side. Hope, out of instinct, grabs the littler human, knowing that she might be injured, and more out of concern than lust he finds his arms corralling her, swiftly runs his hands down her arms to check for injuries as he continues to whip his head back and forth in their furious kiss.
Laughing in the middle of his distress and haste, finding his predictable knight-in-shining armor behavior endearing, Alyssa breaks away from their kiss, eyes dancing, daring him. His eyes open to slits, and he leans forward, saliva connecting his upper and lower deck of teeth.
Playfully, she bops her finger on the tip of his sharply tilted nose. "Easy there, soldier. I'm right here. I'm alright. But I need you in me. Now." His only response is to growl, more animal than human, and leans forward, her wants be damned.
"Alright, alright." She teases as they meet in haste, quick pecks. She moves her head to one side, like a fish swirling in the current, and he chases her hungrily, earning a quick peck to her mouth as she moves again.
Her hands and body are busy during their swirling mating dance, and she finds the time to lightly hop up on the ball of one foot to raise her bottom just over the side of the desk, where she moves her other leg and places her foot on the desktop next to her. This leaves the front of her body open, hips forward. It's a very dexterous and dancer-like move, but Hope is standing too close to her for him to enjoy this.
"Hang on, it's coming honey." She murmurs. Hope blinks, not understanding, and his confusion takes him out of his daze for him to slightly tilt back. He looks down at her, with one leg propped up next to her on the desk, and finds that she has shimmied somehow out of her shorts, raising one leg, then the other. She's not wearing any panties, because he finds her nude from the waist down. Her tennis shoes are still on her feet though, with little white bootie socks just peeping through the tops of her shoes.
"Sexy." He mutters. Alyssa giggles, resting her head on her knee, and crooks a finger at him.
"Where'd you go, playboy?" She coos, and Hope refuses to answer her. Instead, he simply surges forward, then stops at the last moment. Bracing one hand on the desk on Alyssa's right side, he pulls his dick out of the fly of his pants with one hand, never taking his eyes off Alyssa's face the entire time. He bites his lower lip, jostling his clothing so that he can quickly take himself in hand. He doesn't need to look down to see what he's doing, so he just rakes his gaze up and down Alyssa's heaving, waiting body as he jerks down his fly in one motion, then twist his hips and flicks his wrist to bring himself out through it in one fluid movement.
Their only sound is their loud breathing as Hope pumps himself once, slowly, just to playfully bait Alyssa. They both look down as a single milky tear forces itself to the forefront of Hope's head.
"Put it in me. Now." She whispers, and even though her voice technically comes across as a command, she whispers it so calmly that it can only be taken as a soft cry for need.
Hope wastes no more time in making sure that her wishes are met. Without thinking, he looks down and watches himself surge into her, bowing his knees slightly so that he can put himself down to her level on the edge of the desk. Simultaneously, Alyssa leans back so that her entrance is pointed toward him. With his hand still gripping the base of his shaft, he points his throbbing dick into her, and the moment they meet, he can hear her moan behind her closed mouth. She throws her head back, hair moving around her. Hope is lost in her movement as his sole focus in this moment is to make sure he's in her, that they're together. Her hands dangle lazily around the back of his shoulders as he surges inward, gently halfway, then more commanding as he assures himself that he's in.
He goes to the hilt, moving his hand to place it on the other side of Alyssa once he has fully entered her.
"Ah." She says once, not loudly, as their hips meet and he buries himself to his bellybutton. Only now does he turn his head, and put his face into her neck. Their eyes are closed, her with her neck exposed, he with his hair covering him.
"Again." She whispers after reveling in the throbbing she feels between her thighs. They stay connected for a moment, him pulsating in waves as he stills himself inside of her. She wants movement, and he obeys wordlessly. Digging the heels of his palms into the table on either side of her, he braces himself, pulls back slowly, then thrusts forward.
"Ah." Alyssa says again. She brings her head up and mutually buries her head into Hope's hair, closes her eyes, and strokes his silver locks gently.
"Fuck me again, director. Fuck me again, my teacher." They stay together, his hands on the table, her arms gently wrapped around his shoulders. The only sound that can be heard is the slapping of their skin as they come together for a moment, then pull away to meet once more. They hammer away, Alyssa clutching tight to Hope's heaving body so that she doesn't scoot off the desk. His hammering pelvis is the only thing throwing her back onto his desk, and the temptress grins coyly as she feels him deep inside of her, unseating her on the edge of the table. She moves her hands from clasping behind his shoulders, to his upper arms. She steadies herself by holding on to him.
They get lost in their meeting, in their rhythm. After a while, an indecipherable amount of time to either of them, Alyssa purses her lips and kisses Hope's left shoulder, where she had been cradling her head. She moves her head back, opening her eyes and looking forward, possessively reaching her other hand around to cup the base of Hope's skull.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpses a flash of pink hair approaching the door, then stopping at the small vertical window to look inside. The woman is just on the other side of the door, Hope not being able to see. She strokes the silver grey locks, lips curving slightly in pleasure as she sees that it is Lightning on the other side of the door. They lock eyes, her green orbs meeting those the color of blue skies.
She deems it wiser not to interrupt Hope, to say nothing. Instead, she just strokes the back of her lover's head as he silently hammers away, embracing their heat and mixed sweat that has just started to form on their skin. The desk jolts and the pens rattle to the floor as Hope gets lost in the demands of his young body, taking out his pent up frustration out on the willing woman's flesh.
Acting on a moment of sheer enjoyment, she continues to lock eyes with the distorted pink-haired image on the other side of the opaque block of striated glass, and slowly nips at Hope's ear, the tip of his cartilage just poking out of his silver locks.
"Fuck me more, Hope." She murmers slowly, so that her lips can be easily read to the woman on the other side of the door. Smiling a satisfied smile, she watches beneath hooded lashes as the figure stands, frozen, on the other side of Hope's dorm room door.
With that sentence, there still remains only silence as their skin meets. Hope doesn't respond, just continues to keep pumping away at the same rhythm. Alyssa sighs happily as her thighs start to hurt, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes that he's going to be sore tomorrow as the edge of the desk cuts in to her buttocks, but the doesn't care. She just takes pleasure out of the searing hot pain, embracing her attacker. She moans softly, once, and flutters her lashes, lying her head down on Hope's broad plateau of a shoulder.
Her gaze has never strayed from looking at the figure on the other side of the door, who is watching them still, and hasn't moved. When she lays her head down on Hope's shoulder, however, this jolts the pink-haired person into movement for some reason. Lightning turns and quickly moves out of sight, walking away, leaving the two of them in each other's arms without interruption.
Good. Is the only thought Alyssa finds herself having, followed after a moment of listening to their slap, slap by, I hope he comes inside.
After quite some time, after Alyssa has gently turned herself over onto her bare belly on the desk, she gets her wish. She feels him pump as he screams an incoherent cry-the only sound made since starting their lovemaking. She rises her head up off the table, cheek peeling away from the surface at that moment, closing her eyes and basking in the warm feeling of his pulsating dick throbbing out squirts of ejaculate inside.
Good, good. They stay together, Hope's fingers leaving bruising round blue disks on the sides of Alyssa's hips, for quite a while after he has finished throbbing. He makes more noise now, and allows his pants to become audible. He breathes out through his mouth for the first time since his endeavor, and bends slightly forward, dipping his head to where his hair obscures his face. With a concave back, he stands still, legs wet with sweat and shaking, and allows himself to take his time with shrinking back to "normal" size while still inside Alyssa. She rises up onto her elbows, facing the late afternoon sun in the window directly across from him, becoming a flat tabletop to embrace Hope's cum. She grips him, and focuses on milking him with her walls, silently staring out at the campus below. He gives her all of his drops, and shudders as after-spill seeps out of him, the clock ticking gently by on the wall across from them to measure out the time.
Hope rocks back and forth, unintentionally, naturally, to propel his seed inside further without knowing what he's doing. Instinct takes over, and as he shudders silently through his after-effect spasms, he effectively continues to push himself in as he shinks back, almost as if meticulously planting each seed with each thrust into her garden.
They sigh and stretch, as the sun washes over both their bodies.