ALTERNATIVE SCENE FROM CHAPTER 25: A DESPERATE SEARCH
She wasn't quite sure how long it was before she urged him to stop. She was so close to hitting her peak, so much so that she would have liked to slap herself for making him stop, but she wanted him in her more and damn was she ready for it. Admittedly, she did have the strangest feeling that she was off balance somehow, or that maybe she was forgetting something...
Then it hit her. "Oh fuck."
He lifted his head from between her thighs and gave her an amused look. "You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot," he said with satisfaction.
"Of course I am, but that's not – shit, I'm sorry, could you hold that thought?" She sat up and moved her legs so he wasn't between them anymore. She didn't want to risk kicking him in the face when she stood up. She tried to do just that and felt her knees tremble and her clit throb. God fucking damn it, this sucked!
Mewtwo looked bewildered. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No – god no – but I just – I need to grab something, okay?"
He blinked. "Can I help you find whatever it is?"
"Er, no, just...stay here. And try to stay in the mood." She glanced down at him and cursed some more in her head.
"Um, very well. I will be here." He sat on the edge of her bed, looking confused and rather frustrated.
That made two of them. She grabbed her robe and threw it on, then staggered over to the bathroom, trying not to let her thighs rub together too much. It wasn't easy and she gasped more than once at the pleasure-pain the pressure caused. She could have just laid back and let him fuck her silly, but no, she had to remember that they needed protection now. Though would a condom even work on him? He was pretty close to the size and shape of a human guy, but pretty close was not exact. What if it slid off?
Well, maybe Aurora had stashed some female condoms in here somewhere. She opened the drawers and rummaged through them. She even managed to yank Michael's locked one open. There was some off-color magazines in there, but nothing useful to her. She slammed it shut, cursing, and decided his room was the next best bet. Aurora stayed over sometimes. They had to have something in there, right?
Alexius watched her as she looked in Michael's dresser, then under his bed, and then finally in his closet without success. "Seriously? Seriously? I bet you're on the pill, aren't you, Aurora? You'd think you'd want to be double-safe - I mean, you're a doctor and all. You know your shit. I swear, it's like you're trying to spite me, except we all thought my fuck-buddy was a corpse, so I know better. Ugh!"
She glanced at Alexius. She could have sworn he was raising an eyebrow at her. "Shut up. This is a problem for those of us who haven't had our balls chopped off."
He gave her a judging look and she grumbled and straightened out the room. She went back into the hallway and then saw the light on downstairs. For a moment, she wondered if she was that desperate. Could she live with herself if she asked Anastasia to teleport her to the Pokémon Center so she could grab some condoms? Could she really do that?
...Nope. She'd never be able to live it down if any of the others found out. She'd spend the rest of her days living with the shame of the "desperate 2AM condom search" story until she died. No, she wouldn't do that!
So, with a huff, she returned to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Mewtwo was, absurdly, reading the book she'd had on her nightstand when she came in. It looked like he wasn't very aroused anymore, either. Damn it, couldn't you have played with yourself until I got back? Well, that might have ended up being painful for him if he kept it up for too long, so she guessed she couldn't blame him.
He looked up from the book when she came in. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No," she said sourly. "Not a single condom in the house."
"...You were looking for condoms?"
"Yes. The last time I fucked you bareback, I got pregnant. I'm not ready to go through that again." Plus she'd nearly died the last time and Aurora would skin her alive if she tempted fate again.
"Oh." He looked embarrassed. "My apologies. I should have thought to...but it was never necessary for us before..."
"We'll just have to do this another way. Unless you're not up for it?"
"I am. What do you have in mind?"
She showed him. It wasn't what either of them had been planning on, but it was pleasurable and gratifying nonetheless. Afterwards, as she laid tucked into his arms, he said, "I admit, that is not how I imagined this going."
"Are you complaining about a blowjob? Really?"
"I am not. I simply imagined having sex with you in another way." He lifted himself onto one arm and stroked her cheek. "I trust I returned the favor satisfactorily?"
She laughed. "Yeah, you did. Thanks for that."
"It was the least I could do," he said, sounding smug.
Cassandra smirked and smacked him on the chest. He made an oof sound and toppled back into bed, dragging her against him as he did. "Silly wildcat," she murmured.
"Your silly wildcat," he agreed.
She traced patterns into his fur. "Are you tired?"
"A little. If you would like to continue our conversation from before, though, I will gladly stay awake for it."
She glanced at the time and shook her head. Her desperate search had taken longer than she'd thought. "Nah, let's get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."
"As you wish," he said, kissing her forehead.
She buried her face against his shoulder and breathed in the smell of him. She felt him drag the blankets over them and wrap his arms around her. Then, for the first time in a long time, she slept easily, knowing with a certainty that he would still be there when she woke up.
