Flash And Rumble
NOTES:
Author: Yana
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimers: Really, totally not mine.
AN: Sequel to Higher Power, which you may want
to read first.
The day had been perfectly normal. They’d done...okay. Not great, but not bad, either. There were no major fires to put out over the weekend. He’d offered to buy dinner, just like any other Friday night.
Of course, now he thought about it, this Friday night wasn’t exactly like other Friday nights. This Friday night fell on a specific date in the middle of February.
Not that either of them had realized what day it was.
Not that either of them had cared what day it was.
Well, he thought, from now on he would definitely pay more attention to this day.
This day was going down in his personal history books.
It was the day he’d glanced over at her and seen some switch inside her flip.
He’d sensed something different between them in the car, when she’d suddenly invited him in. For once, he hadn't needed to go back to the office after dinner, so he’d said yes.
He’d entered her apartment, handed her his coat, and right at that second, seen her change.
Not that what was happening now was entirely her idea. He’d seen--or maybe felt--that change, that switch flip, and his heart had clenched, once, painfully, then started racing as though he’d been sprinting a mile.
He'd given up conscious thought and started running on pure instinct.
Today was also going down in history as the day he first got to taste her.
Her mouth was on his, persistent, demanding, their tongues tangling. Her hands were pushing and clutching at him and he felt himself being backed up against the door to her apartment.
No, he thought. He wanted their first time to be in a bed.
Their first time? the last remaining rational part of him quizzed. Five seconds of kissing and suddenly *that’s* where this is going?
Yes, the largely irrational part of him answered impatiently. Now shut up and help.
He pushed back against her, lifting her, moving them away from the door and towards her bedroom. It was hard to walk straight, though, and she slid back down to her feet. Their arms wrapped around, holding their bodies so tight together that they shared the same centre of gravity.
Neither of them wanted to let go, neither wanted to break their kiss. She hadn’t turned on the lights, so they crashed into walls as they shuffled further into the dark stillness of her apartment.
He couldn’t remember being this desperate for a woman. All he could think was that this should somehow be moving faster. Then she was pulling him through the shadows to her room and he was pushing her back, down, towards the edge of her bed. He stumbled after her, refusing to let go of her body, and landed half on top of her.
He felt her arch as she reached behind her, fumbling for the drawer to the nightstand. Knowing what she was looking for sent a bolt of desire through him. He almost lost it right there.
And she was still fully clothed.
Need to get to her, he told himself. In the dark his hands found the front of her blouse and pulled, the tiny sounds of threads tearing and buttons popping a counterpoint to their desperate breathing. His fingers slipped into one cup of her bra and yanked downwards, freeing her breast. Thumb and forefinger located a nipple and his mouth lowered to wet it.
As soon as his lips latched on to her breast, his hands left to tear at the opening of her slacks. Another bolt surged through him as he felt the soft skin of her hips under his fingers. Then again when her hands skated down, unbuckling his belt, pulling open his trousers and freeing his erection.
He heard the small ripping noise above the pounding of his chest. Her fingers brushed lightly over his cock, tantalizing as they fumbled a bit, trying to roll on a condom. He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on her, on getting her ready.
He jerked her slacks and underwear down to her knees and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. His hand found its way to the apex of her thighs and she gasped. He let his fingers open and separate her folds, seeking her clit, and he was quickly rewarded with a choked cry.
She felt damp to his touch.
And her fingers had finally coaxed the condom onto him.
He wasn’t going to wait. His breath came faster, harsher, as she arched up, her feather-soft fingers guiding him towards her.
And then the blunt tip of his cock was nudging her. His hand came down to join hers and together they found her opening. Her breathing accelerated with her anticipation, coming in quick little pants that were almost but not quite vocalized.
He waited for a second, trying to collect himself before he went inside. The feel of her hot, panting body underneath him urged him on, though, and he couldn’t seem to hold back.
Then she begged him, shattering the silence completely for the first time.
“Josh, please...”
He responded the only way he could, driving into her swiftly, burying himself up to the hilt.
Her cry of surprise was suddenly a scream of release. She convulsed around him, her climax consuming her, and he went over the edge with her, shouting her name and pulsing into her.
And then, as abruptly as it had left, the silence came again.
*****
Darkness crowded in. Neither of them moved from the graceless position they’d ended up in in their hurry to join their bodies.
He couldn’t believe it. Five long years of waiting and it was over in less than ten seconds.
He sucked in a breath. He could have been wrong; it was always best to check.
“You did...” he began at the same time she asked “Did you?”
They each tried to laugh, unsuccessfully.
“Yeah,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
The silence stretched out between them again.
He tried again to laugh, to break the sudden tension, to brush aside the awkwardness that was welling up between them. Realizing that his clumsy weight on top of her could hardly be comfortable, he pulled back, slipping out of her and lifting himself off her body.
He fumbled for a lamp on his side of the bed. “What the hell was that?” he joked weakly as he turned on the small light and reached for some tissues. He gave another nervous laugh as he focused on getting rid of the condom. “We just...”
He looked over at Donna.
The soft glow of the lamp showed him that her face was carefully blank. Following her gaze down her body, he saw her torn blouse pushed wide open, one bare, reddened breast hanging out. Saw her slacks, bunched at her knees. Her hips with finger marks on them. Her bare thighs, now self-consciously pressed together.
She didn’t look like a woman who’d been well loved.
She looked like a woman who’d been attacked.
What the hell had he done?
He was still wearing his jacket and tie, for crying out loud. Only his pants had been pushed out of the way, and they were only halfway down his thighs.
He couldn’t help but stare. He’d never gone after another woman the way he had her...from first kiss to post-coital consequences in minutes...and she had definitely paid the price.
As he kept staring, disgusted with himself, she flushed red. Then, suddenly, she made a noise like a choked sob and tugged her blouse closed. She whimpered when she realized she couldn’t rebutton it properly, then frantically tugged at her slacks, trying to pull them up again.
It took him a moment to realize that she had seen and misinterpreted the expression on his face.
“No, Donna...” He reached for her hands, pulling them away, and she flinched.
“Let go of me.”
“Donna...” He sidled closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Tears sprang to her eyes. “Then get out.”
He realized that he’d said the wrong thing. Real smooth, the rational part of him thought. You’re handling this like the ladies’ man you are.
“No,” he protested aloud. “I didn’t mean I was sorry this happened. I meant...” Words failed him as he gazed at her tearstained face.
She bit her lip and broke free of his grasp, trying to haul her clothing up to cover her nakedness.
A few more seconds passed before he found his voice. Then he said, “No.”
“No?” she repeated.
He pulled her fumbling hands away from her clothing again and gathered her in his arms, ignoring the instinctive stiffening of her body. He tilted his head back so that he could fix his gaze on her face, examining her intently.
She wriggled a bit in his embrace, and he made sure he was holding her firmly, but not too tightly. “Josh?” she asked, looking up at his serious brown eyes.
“No,” he said again.
She was puzzled now, watching him watching her, and she stopped trying to break free.
He decided that that at least was a big step up from the humiliation he’d seen in her eyes moments before.
“No, what?”
He took a deep breath and took the plunge. “No, a lot of things.”
She frowned. “Like?”
“Like, no, you can’t put your clothes back on.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “Excuse me?” She squirmed but he tightened his grip on her.
“No,” he said again. “Also no, I’m not leaving.”
“Josh...”
“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow.” He let one hand come up to pluck at the clips in her hair, releasing it from its loose bun. “And no, you aren’t going anywhere either.”
Realization slowly dawned and a faint smile appeared on her face as he started combing through her hair with his fingers. “Anything else?” she asked.
“Let me think. No clothes, no leaving...did I say no, I’m not sorry this happened?”
“You mentioned that.”
“I wasn’t sure if you believed me.”
She bit her lip again.
“Well,” he said. “I’m going to take advantage of the no-clothes and no-leaving to prove that third thing.”
She looked ready to protest but he cut her off by leaning down and kissing her softly. That was what a first kiss should be like, he thought. He did it again, letting his closed lips linger against hers. Then again.
Some of the stiffness leached out of her body and he gathered her closer. Their lips met again, lingered longer. He resolved to move at a snail’s pace this time, and didn’t seek to deepen the kiss. Instead, he shifted so that she was settled against his body, so that he could feel her pressed from shoulder to knee against him.
He drew back enough to look into her eyes, which were wide and still glistening suspiciously.
“You okay?” he asked.
She pressed her lips together and nodded. For some reason he didn’t want to believe her, but he didn’t want to push. He studied her face for a moment, carefully, to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. When she kept staring at a place just to the right of his ear, refusing to meet his gaze, he said her name. “Donna.”
Reluctantly, she dragged her eyes to his, and he leaned in and kissed her again, as tenderly as he knew how. When he pulled away, she looked even more vulnerable than before. He reached up to gently trace the line of her hair, and she made a little noise.
He couldn’t help but kiss her when she made noises like that. She was responding to him now, moving her lips against his, and his tongue slipped out to trace her mouth softly.
Then her arms came up around him, pulling him closer, and he took a moment just to enjoy the feeling of being wanted by Donnatella Moss.
Then he felt her whole body quiver in his arms, and he pulled back again to see what was wrong.
She was crying, quietly, her tears streaming down her face. “It’s okay,” she choked.
“No, it’s not.” He tried to pull back a little farther, to give her some space, but now she clutched at his arms and wouldn’t let him go. “Donna,” he said helplessly, bringing a hand up to cup her face. “What’s wrong? If I can fix it, I will.”
She buried her face in his shirt.
“Donna?” he asked again finally.
Suddenly, she raised her tear-wet eyes to him again, meeting his gaze head on. “We’re really going to do this?” she asked quietly.
He knew what she was asking. He had considered their situation many times, on many lonely nights, and was sure she had too. He’d known that he'd felt protective of her from the moment they’d met, and he’d wondered, many times, what course of action he could possibly choose for them that wouldn’t end up hurting them both.
Looking down at her, he said honestly, “I want to.”
His answer sparked more tears from her, but she held his gaze. She whispered, “For how long?”
Always, he thought. “For as long as you’ll let me,” he said out loud.
She hesitated, then said reluctantly, “Josh...with this...with you I would need more than just...”
So did he. Much more. He realized that the thought didn’t scare him anymore, not with her laying next to him.
He found himself absolutely certain that he would be strong enough, brave enough to do whatever was needed both to keep her with him and keep them safe in the outside world. In fact, he realized, he’d probably be able to make a lot more difficult decisions down the road if he could just put his arms around Donna when he did so.
Knowing that, the words came easily.
“Donna,” he said. “With you I’ll need everything.”
She hesitated, considering his words, and he actually saw the moment she made her decision. She leaped off the cliff for him by throwing herself against him, and he welcomed her there, covering her face and lips with kisses.
He concentrated on making her feel secure and safe in his embrace, not wanting her to experience another second of fear or doubt because of him, not now that she had taken this chance. His kisses gentled and slowed, worshipping her mouth, her cheeks, her ears, and her neck as he murmured her name over and over again.
Her breathing changed, and she began to make little sighs and gasps when his lips touched a new area of skin. Finally she found his mouth with hers and initiated a long, deep kiss that went on and on.
He could have stayed there indefinitely, content to receive her tongue and tangle it with his, but she had other ideas. Her fingers slipped under his still-buttoned shirt and tugged at his still-tied tie, and he pulled back enough to give her access. His tie was soon tossed away and his jacket stripped off. He let her kiss her way down his chest as she opened his shirt, and let go of her reluctantly as she moved farther down his body. He toed off his shoes and heard them land with a thump on the floor. His pants, boxers, and socks followed, pulled off by her gentle hands.
Then she just looked at him, long and hard, and he could feel his cock twitching under her scrutiny. He was mildly surprised to see an erection again so soon, but he wasn’t going to question it. When she met his gaze again he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her while he reminded himself to go slowly this time.
Slipping one arm up under her blouse to wrap around her naked waist, he lifted her enough that he could use his other hand to strip her blouse off her shoulders. When he used the same hand to twist open the clasp of her bra in one swift movement, she started to shake with laughter.
“One handed?” she teased, breaking their kiss.
“You thought that was smooth, right?” he grinned.
She made a little hmmph that sounded like disapproval but wasn’t, and he tugged off her bra quickly, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He studied them for a while, thinking he might be content to do so for the rest of the night, but then she started laughing at him, causing her breasts to shimmy.
The long-term study would have to wait. Maybe, if she was going to laugh at him, he’d have to sneak a look while she was sleeping.
Quickly he stripped off her slacks, panties, and socks, then returned to her arms. “There,” he said, revelling in the feel of her naked body against his. “No clothes.”
“No,” she agreed, rubbing her groin against his suggestively. “Now what?”
“Now I get to stare at your breasts?” he asked hopefully.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, which sprang up in her grasp, and she pumped up and down a few times. “I was thinking of something a little more interactive than that.”
Suddenly he was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. “I wanted to take things slowly this time,” he groaned as she squeezed him again.
She murmured in his ear, “Get inside me, and then you can take things as slow as you want.”
He gasped as he tried to pull himself back from the edge her words had nearly pushed him over. “Oh, god.”
“Think you can do it?” she asked.
“Or die trying,” he vowed.
She reached back behind her again to grab another condom and he took the time to stare at her breasts some more. They really were perfect.
Her waving the condom under his nose finally broke his concentration. She began to open the package, but he took it from her.
“I’ll do it,” he said. “You...are you wet enough?”
She flushed at his plain words. “Yes.”
He smiled at her blush, somehow pleased at her reaction. “You sure?” he teased.
Her brief embarrassment vanished and her lips curved in a grin to match his. “Yes.”
It was the grin that tipped him off. All of a sudden he knew she wasn’t going to be a submissive partner here any more than she was at work.
He watched her hand slowly trail down to the curly hair of her sex. Her two fingers circled and disappeared inside her, and she hummed in pleasure when she heard his breath catch.
She drew her hand away and showed her damp fingers to him. “See? I’m just waiting for you.”
He inhaled the scent of her, then captured her hand. Slowly, deliberately, he took her two fingers into his mouth, savouring the tangy taste of her, swirling his tongue around them.
When he released them, he grinned. “That reminds me, there was something else I meant to do...” He began to wriggle his way down the bed.
Donna caught his arms. “No.”
“No?” he asked disbelievingly. “You don’t want me to...”
“No.”
“Not ever? Or...”
“Later, definitely,” she said. “But right now...” She reached for his cock again and squeezed it. “I don’t want to waste this.”
He grinned with appreciation. “It wouldn’t be wasted,” he said. “But he can wait for a bit while I...uh...” he broke off with a grunt as she stroked him.
“He can hold on for a while, can he?” she teased.
“Well, long enough for me to...”
“See, here’s my thing,” she said. “If he can hang on for a little while, I’d much rather he waited somewhere warm.”
“Really?”
“Like, for instance...” she lowered her voice and put her mouth to his ear. Her breath was hot and moist against his skin as she whispered, “...my pussy.”
“Donna!”
She moved back so that she could see the mild shock on his face. “You don’t mind if I call her that, do you?” she asked, plucking the condom from his suddenly weak grasp.
“Ah...” He shook his head.
“Because I really want to feel your cock in my pussy, Josh.” She tore the package open.
His gaze was fixed on her fingers as she pulled out the condom. “God...okay...”
“He didn’t stay long enough last time.”
He started back, alarmed. “He...I didn’t? I thought you said...”
“Oh, long enough for that, definitely,” she assured him.
“Good.” He reached for her, his smirk reappearing.
She pulled back, just a bit. “But not long enough to get to know me. I want him to try me out, every hot, wet inch.” One hand sought out the tip of his cock and circled it idly as she warmed to her topic. “I want him to stroke it, stretch it, enjoy the different things I can do for him. I want him to feel at home here.”
He groaned, clutching at his control. Swiftly, she positioned the condom over him and rolled it down.
“So,” she continued. “If you say he can hang on for a while...I’d much rather you put him here.” Her hands left his body and slipped between her own legs to caress the damp skin there. She rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs and tilting her hips. “So that he can get to know where he’ll be spending his time from now on.”
She caught one of his hands and brought it down to her cleft. His fingers slid through her folds and she moaned her appreciation.
Then she pulled his hand away. “Starting now, Josh.”
A faint grin appeared on his face. “You know,” he said conversationally as he mounted her, preparing to push inside her body. “One might call you bossy right about now.”
“I just want you the way I want you,” she said primly--or at least as primly as she could manage under the circumstances, with her hips arcing up towards him and her thighs aching to embrace him.
The weak joke helped him regain control, and he sighed theatrically. “Fine,” he said, setting the thickened tip of his erection between her folds and grasping the base of his cock, trapping the condom. “This time, though,” he flexed his hips just a little, so that she could feel a small part of him inside her, “we’re going to take our time, right?” He pressed his hips downwards, deliberately putting some of his weight on her mons.
She gasped.
He withdrew, then pushed in again, no more than before. Then he repeated the motion, just as shallow. He did it again. And again.
She moaned his name.
“Slowly this time, right?” he said. He repeated his small movements a few more times, until the sensation of her fingers, digging into his hips to urge him on, became painful. “Ow!” One hand came up to loosen her grip.
“Sorry,” she groaned. “But please...Josh...”
He nudged into her just a little deeper.
“More...”
He grinned down at her, almost as pleased at how easily he’d managed to turn the tables on her as he was that she was under him and wanting him. “I dunno...I don’t think he wants to go in...”
“Josh!” she cried. “You’re killing me, here.”
He pulled out and pushed back in--partway--again. “No, I’m mistaken,” he teased. “He does want to go in, but he’s taken your instructions to heart. He’s trying,” Josh made his next thrust even more shallow, and she cried out in frustration, “to get to know every inch of you. So he’s focusing on the front door right now.”
A few rapid, excruciatingly short thrusts followed, and Donna whimpered.
“He wants to feel you stretch around him,” continued Josh. He pushed in a bit farther and Donna’s hands came up, seeking, clutching for him as she tilted her hips, trying to take more of him.
“Josh...” she was nearly speechless now, panting, her mouth open, her eyes wide.
Josh’s grin widened. “He wants to find out everything you can do for him.”
He pulled back one last time, then drove straight and deep right up to her womb.
She screamed.
He stifled a shout, gritting his teeth, willing himself not to come again so soon, wanting to remember the sight of her head falling back, her mouth open, eyes wide, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders, and the amazing, unique sensation of her convulsing around him over and over again.
He resisted and was still very hard and very much sheathed deep in her body when she came back to her senses. He shifted some of his weight off of her, so that he was laying half on top of her, half on the bed.
“You okay?” he asked, smiling and stroking her hair.
“I am going to get you for that,” she vowed.
“Not now, though, right?” He gripped her hip to steady himself and flexed, his cock sending a sliver of friction along her inner walls. She gasped for breath again. “Because I was hoping for some quality breast-watching time.”
“Oh, right now,” she said, grabbing his waist and flipping them so that she was on top. “No reason we can’t do both.”
She rolled her hips and he groaned his appreciation. “God, that’s good, Donna. I don’t care what you do, as long as you keep me inside you.”
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” she said, licking her lips and leaning down to kiss him. “You are going to be begging before the end.”
He grabbed her to keep her from sitting up again, letting his tongue dance at her mouth and then along her jaw, to the long, slim line of her neck.
“Mmmmm....”
“So I’m going to be begging, huh?” He let his hips jerk up, propelling his cock deeper into her, and she gave a surprised little squeak.
“Josh! It’s my turn,” she chided.
He was grinning as he shook his head. “I know that maybe, to you, it feels like it’s your turn, but I’m pretty sure I’m not finished with you yet.”
She clamped her inner muscles around him.
“Oh, God,” he gasped.
“What was that about it still being your turn?” she asked sweetly.
He gritted his teeth. “Not bad. In fact,” he held up a hand to forestall any retaliation, “that was good. Really good. Really, really, really, really, fantastically good...”
He broke off because she was giggling.
“But not nearly good enough.” He pushed up, stretching her channel just a little more. She squealed. He gripped her hips and began thrusting up into her with short, regular strokes.
“Josh!” She began to ride on top of him, quickly finding his rhythm and meeting it with her own. One hand grabbed his and brought it to her breast. “Quality breast time,” she said.
Both his hands sought out the soft, tender globes, shaping them, stroking them, pinching them as they bounced. She hummed her appreciation as he explored and teased and massaged and couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Then he was struck by a genius idea, and said so.
She stopped bouncing when he stopped thrusting. “What could possibly be better than this?” She clamped her walls around his shaft for emphasis and he couldn’t help but groan.
Not to be dissuaded, he propped up on his elbows. “Could you...ah...”
Frowning, she lifted herself off him, and he struggled to a sitting position, putting his back against the headboard of her bed for support. “Now.” He beckoned her to climb up and straddle him again, and she wasted no time slipping back onto his cock. Sighing, he welcomed back the connection and urged her to rock against him gently.
“I love being inside you.” The words just slipped out as her channel caressed him languorously.
She smiled down at him. “I love having you inside me.”
“Really?” He was aware that the goofiest smile in the world was spreading across his face, and he absolutely didn’t care, because the same smile was spreading across her face too.
“Really,” she said. “Stay as long as you like.”
He laughed. “You know, you say something like that and I’ll never leave.”
As her hips continued to roll against him, she pretended to frown. “Hmm...I can’t think of a single reason why you would need to.”
She tightened around him briefly and he had to stifle a moan. “Except for food...” he said when he recovered. Looking around, he spotted the cordless phone on her bedside table. “Ah-ha! We have a phone! We won’t starve.”
She giggled.
“Yes, Donnatella, this phone will serve as a conduit to all the finest food in DC. I will order us the finest, biggest, juiciest...”
“...salad,” she finished.
He jerked his hips and she gasped. He shook his head, grinning. “Pretty sure that wasn’t what I was going to say.”
“Hmmm.” She put her hands on his shoulders for leverage and increased her pace.
“Oh...god...” The groan broke from him and he tried to reclaim his train of thought..
She pursed her lips. “And this was a genius idea why?”
He tugged her torso towards him and bent his head. “Because I can do this.”
He pulled a nipple into his mouth and felt her contract around him. Her soft squeal of surprise sounded as her fingers wove themselves into his hair.
“Genius,” he mumbled against her breast. His mouth stayed busy for a long while, eliciting more quiet cries from Donna. When his hand drifted down to press her cleft, she came again with a surprised shout.
She finally pulled herself--or actually, his head--away, and stared down at him in shock. “Josh? You didn’t--”
“No, I didn’t,” he agreed, pulling her face down to his to claim a kiss. Her weight shifted back as she leaned in, and he groaned as her wet walls slipped and slid around his cock again.
She drew back. “You still haven’t...”
“No,” he said amiably.
She shook her head in disbelief. “Did you eat oysters for dinner and I just missed it?”
He kissed her again, sliding his tongue between her lips. “I can’t explain it,” he said when they came up for air. “It’s like everytime I look at you, something jolts me with this spark of electricity.”
“You’ve been looking at me for a while,” she teased. “Parts of me, anyway.”
He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. “It’s everytime I see your face,” he said softly.
Her expression softened and grew misty. “Oh, Josh.”
He kissed her again. When they broke apart, there were tears in her eyes.
“Hey.” He brushed them away with his thumbs and she gave him a rueful smile.
“I’m just happy,” she said.
He smiled back. “Well, that thing about the jolt of electricity is true. I look at your face, and then zap!--” he kissed her quickly for emphasis “--I get this pulse of energy. Then I look down at your breasts--” he did so “--and while they’re spectacular...I mean, really, something special...” His voice trailed off as he considered them.
“Josh!” she laughed.
He looked back up at her face and grinned. “Nothing. And then I look at your face again, and...”
“Zap?” she asked.
“Zap.” He brushed his lips against hers. “It’s like I’m hauling out these untold stores of...of...”
“Rampaging lust?” she offered.
“Rampaging lust?” he repeated, pretending to be offended. “Desire, maybe. Longing. Hunger. Yearning, even.”
“For me?”
“Only for you, Donnatella.”
They were still intimately connected, still entwined in each other’s arms, and yet she managed to give the impression of throwing herself at him as she covered his face with kisses.
“If you only knew,” she whispered as she did so. “If you only knew...”
“Knew?”
She pulled back so that she could look at him properly. “Knew how long I wanted...how hard I tried to convince myself...”
He silenced her. “I knew. I was doing the same thing.”
Her teeth caught her kiss-swollen lip as she failed to tamp down her tears. “We wasted so much time.”
He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her body tight against his, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“No regrets.” His voice was muffled but fierce as he tried to soothe her quiet sobs. “We’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
They sat together like that, her thighs straddling his hips, for long minutes until she got herself back under control. He was primarily concerned with Donna and how she was handling things, but a very tiny place in the back of his mind was marvelling at his staying power.
She was right...it had been too damned long. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so focused on his partner and their time together. In bed, his concentration was usually on performing well for mutual pleasure.
Not that there was anything wrong with a good performance and mutual pleasure, of course.
But right now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for his cock to be buried inside her as he comforted her. He was still aroused, but in this case, his body was following his brain’s lead, instead of the other way around.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way.
She sniffled as she pulled away. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “That was kind of a mood killer.”
“Mood?” he smiled. “What mood?”
She leaned in and kissed him slowly. He could feel her emotions shifting from regret to something else entirely as she deepened the kiss. “That mood.”
“Ah.” The kiss had travelled straight down to his cock and suddenly he was harder than ever.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I don’t know how, but apparently you’re still in the mood.”
He shifted his hips, causing her to sway unexpectedly against him, and she gasped. “Oh, you’re *definitely* in the mood.”
Grinning, he asked, “Can I lay back down?”
“Okay.” She lifted herself just a bit so that he could shuffle away from the headboard and down the bed. She sank back onto him fully once he was horizontal. “I have to warn you, though, that I’m getting a little tired.”
He gave her an evil smirk. “You’re really not,” he said, suddenly rolling them so that he was on top of her once more, his weight pressing her body into the bed.
Her gasp of shock became a moan and he didn’t waste any time beginning to move inside her. Her hips caught the rhythm of his deep, regular thrusts without conscious thought, lifting to welcome him in over and over again.
“I don’t know what it is,” she breathed, “but I’m not tired...”
He kissed her. “Of course you’re not.”
She shifted under him. “I just...I’ve never...this many times...”
Smiling, he said, “Zap.”
“Kind of...ohhhhh,” she broke off as he changed the angle of his penetration.
“Boom,” she said when she recovered.
His grin was full of satisfaction. “Boom?”
“It’s like I feel something deep inside me...”
“Me...”
“Maybe,” she teased him.
“I make you boom?”
“Well, that just sounds silly.”
One of his hands slipped down to grip her hip, steadying her as he increased the power of his thrusts.
She cried out incoherently, and just before he lost his own mind to the madness of pleasure, he cupped her face with one hand, looked into her eyes, and said, “Zap.”
“Boom,” she cried in agreement.
Then his body took over, plunging into her again and again, each thrust harder and more powerful than the one before. The bed thumped and shook. He barely registered the sound of her chanting his name. Her body was wet and hot and amazing and he rammed himself into it over and over, trying to push himself all the way into her, needing to leave a permanent mark there.
When she came again, she screamed. Her body went rigid and then limp as her
passage clutched at his cock. He growled and slammed into her harder, too far
gone to care about her whimpers, desperately seeking to merge himself with her.
Her legs gripped his hips and he lifted them higher, so that they clamped around his torso, just under his armpits. The shift allowed him to go deeper and he did, pounding into her with frantic thrusts.
The change must have provided her with some additional friction as well, because her whimpers became soft cries of pleasure again. She grasped his head with both hands and pulled him down to meet her eyes as she climaxed once more, his name bursting from her lips.
He felt the jolt of electricity course through him again as he looked into her eyes, felt the clench of her body around him as he buried himself as far inside her as he could go, and pitched over the edge into blackness, her name torn from his throat.
When he came back to himself, he was still inside her, her arms and legs still wound around him. Though he lifted his weight off her gently, she stirred.
His voice was nearly hoarse from shouting, but he managed to ask, thickly, “You okay?”
“Mmmmm.” Her voice was as husky as his.
Gingerly, he grasped the base of his cock and the condom and withdrew from her body.
She hissed.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just have to...” He rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
When he came back, she was pretending to pout. “I thought you said you were going to stay inside me and never leave.”
He was exhausted, sweaty, and utterly spent, but the sight of her teasing him, a false frown on her face and a hand reaching down to tangle in the curls of her sex, still sent a jolt of electricity through him.
“Damn.” He looked down quickly. He wasn’t hard again--his body apparently needed a bit more time to recover--but he could definitely feel the stirrings. Incredibly, there was a possibility that he wasn’t finished for the night.
She was openly amazed. “Again?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“Not yet,” he assured her. “But soon.”
“Oh my God,” she said as he climbed back onto the bed.
“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” he smirked.
“I don’t intend to get rid of you at all,” she said firmly.
“How’s our condom supply?” he asked.
She rummaged in her nighttable drawer. “I would have said enough for a weekend, but the way things are going tonight...”
“You think if we tip the pizza guy he’d bring us a box?”
“We’ll have to see,” she chuckled.
“Because seriously, Donna,” he pulled her into his arms and revelled in the feel of her naked body against his, “I’m not leaving you.”
“No,” she agreed, “you’re not.”
Together they pulled back the covers and finally slid into the comfort of her clean sheets. She leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped her briefly with a hand on her cheek.
Looking into her eyes, he said, “Zap.”
“Boom,” she agreed.
Then their mouths met again, their bodies entwined, and all conversation ceased.
THE END