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Rebecca McQuarrie ***This
has a solid PG-13 Rating for Adult Content*** “Hi
Baby! I’m home,” yelled Volt as he
entered the townhouse in Faultline that he now shared with Indigo Eve. “I’m
upstairs,” she called. From the sound of
it, she was in the east end of the dwelling, which could only be the master
bathroom. Volt raced up the stairs,
exhausted after a long day, hoping to catch Eve before she had to leave for her
weekly supergroup meeting. “I know
you have to leave,” he started as he pushed open the half-closed door. He stopped suddenly, noticing the light
seemed odd. Looking around he saw that
dozens of lit candles were the only source of illumination. He also saw Eve, sitting on the edge of the
hot tub he recently had installed. Mildly
confused, and secretly hopeful, he asked, “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” “I
figured that since you went through all the trouble of having this installed,
it would be a shame if we didn’t make use of it. We haven’t seen each other all week, and this
poor tub has been sitting here all neglected.
I already called and they know not to expect me. That is, unless you really want me to go…” “No. No,
that’s fine. I’m sure they can survive
without you for one night,” he responded, his voice growing thick with his
rising desire. As he crossed the room,
Eve rose and held out her arms to receive him.
Gathering her close, he deeply breathed in the scent of her, and the
heady smell of jasmine invaded his senses.
He kissed the side of her neck, and then slowly trailed kisses up and
along her jaw line until he reached her plum colored lips. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her
deeply. As Eve’s hand slid up his back,
the cool smoothness of Volt’s armor tugged her brain out of its steamy fog. “Perhaps
we should move someplace a little safer,” she suggested, tapping a nail on his
electrified outfit. “Or, better yet,
let’s just get you out of this.” Walking
backwards towards the bedroom, she pulled Volt along with her, slowly disassembling
his uniform and leaving a metallic trail behind them. By the time they reached the voluptuous, king-sized
bed, he had been relieved of all his clothing.
A shiver ran up his spine, partially from a cool breeze blowing through
the open window, and partly from anticipation.
As another light zephyr buffeted his body, he decided to turn the
tables. Engaging her in another heated
kiss that caused a low moan to escape her throat, he untied the belt that was
holding her black satin robe closed.
Running his hands over her shoulders he slid the material off and let it
fall to the floor in an inky pool.
Feeling a shiver run through her, and feeling a quick stab of concern
and guilt, he pulled her down onto the bed and enveloped her body with
his. He ran his hand over her hip, then down
the length of her leg and back, his charged hand leaving a tingling trail of
warmth. When his hand arrived back at her
waist, she covered his hand with hers and locked her eyes on his, her gaze
searching. “Let me
in,” she breathed, her whisper barely audible.
Knowing
what she was asking, and knowing the consequences of either answer, Volt
froze. Trust, it was all about
trust. Never before had she asked him to
let her inside his mind. There were
unspoken boundaries that both of them respected and never discussed. A small vein of fear ran through him as he
searched her face, looking, or perhaps hoping to find a hint of deceit, but the
only emotions in her features were open trust, and what he could only classify
as love. Having never seen the
expression on a partner’s face before her, he was in unfamiliar territory. Not wanting to be controlled by fear, and
desperately wanting to believe in their future, he took a deep breath and
nodded his consent. He saw
surprise and relief flash quickly in her eyes, only to be replaced a heartbeat
later with acceptance and that alien display of love. He stared into her azure eyes, drinking it in
like a starving drifter. Like a soft fog
slowly encroaching, he felt her presence in the back of his mind. He tensed at the foreign sensation and
started to pull back. Her hand reached
up and stroked the side of his face, reassuring and calming him. Like a flower uncurling it petals in the
morning sun, his awareness of her, all of her, bloomed in his mind. He felt her hand on his cheek, but at the
same time felt the prickle of his five ‘o clock shadow on the palm of his
hand. No, her hand. He stared at her in amazement, realizing that
not only was she feeling what he felt, but he was feeling her as well. His breath caught at the heightened
sensation; the complete awareness of each other. There was nothing, no, there was nowhere to
hide. Feeling raw and exposed he had no
idea how to continue. Sensing his
hesitation and confusion, Eve took the lead, sliding her hand to the back of
his neck and pulling his mouth to hers.
The intense dual sensation slammed through Volt, making him instantly
hard. With only slight hesitation, and
immense curiosity, he shifted and slid his hand up her lithe stomach to cup her
breast. He felt her quick intake of
breath as her chest rose toward him, and at the same time, felt his own lungs
fill with air. Dizzy with awareness, her
ran his thumb over her erect nipple and shivered at the sensitivity that almost
threw Eve over the edge. As Eve
felt herself sliding into their shared drunken haze, her concentration
dangerously shifted from controlling the mental bond to striving for the
physical. Knowing she was losing control
she gasped “Now,” as she grasped his shaft, intent on placing it in a more
appropriate place. The
feeling of her hand on his hardness drove Volt to a frenzied high. He felt like he was standing at the edge of
cliff, and as he entered her, he fell over the edge. All coherent thought exploded from his mind. He could do nothing but desperately cling to
reality as his body rode hers. The
intensity grew, his experience adding to hers and hers adding again to
his. Unable to contain the built up
passion, Volt released a primal scream as the two climaxed simultaneously. Wave after wave washed over them and the two
slipped from consciousness. |