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Warnings: explicit m/f sex (LaCroix/Janette)This one is for...
Helpless (01/01)
By Molly Schneider
Copyright 1999Cupping her hands under the artificial rain, she couldn't help giggling. Delightful, the inventions of each new century! She started humming a little, the first tune that popped in her head--and felt a flicker of amusement along the link with LaCroix. She raised her voice: "Flagstaff, Arizona/Don't forget Winona/Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino...Won't you/get hip to this timely tip?/And take/That California trip..."
Outright laughter from the living room this time. She stepped out of the shower and was just toweling off when a light tap came on the bathroom door. So sweet, she thought. All these years together, and still he knocks. "Come in," she said, and let the towel drop as the door opened. He entered and she waited and when he was just within range she shook her curls at him, spraying his silk shirt with water.
"You--!" LaCroix sputtered.
"Moi?" She made a little moue as she dabbed at him with the towel.
"You...are never boring." She knew it for a compliment, and smiled at him. He brushed aside the towel. "Never mind that," he said, and stripped the shirt off to drop it in the dry-cleaning bin.
A low, throaty purr rose from her as she looked at him. He was a living statue, the muscles of a jungle cat moving smoothly in marble flesh. She perched on the edge of the counter. "Come here."
His face turned suddenly serious, and she laughed--softly. "What is the usual phrase? 'I don't bite?' Ah, well..."
He closed with her, leaning into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew one silky thigh up the outside of his leg to rest on his hip. In nearly a millennium of intimacy, she'd never been able to analyze his distinct scent...leather? spices? deep woods? And beneath it all the aura of cool and mossy stone... She nuzzled into his neck, opening her heads against the strong muscles for the sheer feel of him. Turning his head, he caught her mouth, sucking softly on her lips. With a little murmur she opened her mouth to his tongue, welcoming it in to twine with hers.
He leaned closer; she could feel his hardness against her through his trousers, and she broke the kiss with another small laugh. "You have the advantage of me, m'sieur." She found belt buckle and zipper and made short work of them. He kicked himself free of the encumbering garments, then bent a little to rid himself of shoes and socks. "Much
better," she said as he returned to her embrace."Should we move this to somewhere more comfortable?"
"Later," she answered, and wrapped her legs around him. Her gasp of pleasure as he entered her ended in a sharp snarl. He would never own her as completely as he owned Nicholas; he would never need to, for she could never tear herself away from him for long. As his hands cupped her buttocks, she leaned back into the strength of his grasp, meeting his thrusts as she drove her hips against him. Leaning over her, first
his lips, then his tongue teased her throat. She heard herself growling uncontrollably; her legs tightened around him to pull him closer, to get as much of him inside her as she could.She slipped on the slick countertop; quick as thought his arm moved up to brace her back. Her golden eyes found his, moon-pale and glowing, his fangs bared between drawn-back lips. At the sight of those wicked points she turned her head and arched her neck, offering--no, begging. "Please..." she moaned, and cried out in joy as they sliced into her flesh.
Oh, and this was bliss, this flowing of herself into him...then his own throat, his own blood, offered to her as his gift, and she took it in gratitude. There was no time, no space, nothing except the two of them, bound together. At last they came to themselves; he gathered her limp body into his arms and carried her to their bed.
"Is this 'later' enough?" he inquired, amusement quirking the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, I suppose." Her tone was nonchalant, but her gaze slid away from the tenderness in his eyes. Her laughter, her flirtatiousness, even at times her exasperation with him--all were armor for her heart, protecting her against that tenderness. She was not afraid of him; she was afraid of loving him too much.
A cool hand caressed her hair. "A moment." Soon he was back with her hairbrush.
"What are you doing?"
"It will be all a tangle if you let it go. I'm not of a mind to listen to you cursing at it for half an hour." She let him brush it. It was moments like this that made her absurdly shy. When she could bear it no longer, she took the brush away from him and wordlessly slid down the length of that cool body. Her long nails scratched lightly at his inner thighs as she brushed her face back and forth against his hardening cock.
On solid ground again, she smiled wickedly up at him. "Always so responsive..."
No answer but a sharp inhalation as she took him in her mouth. Her full lips closed around his shaft just below the head; her tongue traced circles around it, marveling at the rose-petal texture. With a slowness designed to madden she took more of him in, inch by inch, until the crispness of his pubic hair tickled her face. Then she tightened her mouth and in a single swift stroke pulled back, drawing a curse from her master-lover.
Letting go of his cock, she asked innocently, "Oh, do you like that?"
Raising himself on his elbows he opened his mouth to speak, then settled for an abrupt snarl. At a loss for words, the great LaCroix? She chuckled, then returned to her task, settling down into a steadier pace. Ah, how good it felt--this essential part of him, filling her mouth and throat... She was moaning around his cock, helpless in her adoration of
him, when one hand caught in her hair and the other grasped her wrist.Sharp, sweet pain, his teeth in her. Deeply languorous pleasure as he drank from her. Burning heat sweeping through her from her cunt to her throat, and she twisted her head to bury her own fangs in his femoral artery.
They lay side by side in companionable silence for a time, until her caressing hand became more and more purposeful. He groaned in mock resignation. "Insatiable," he said, "but never boring."
Deadly serious, she looked deep into his eyes. "I want you. I never stop wanting you."
Rolling up on his elbow, his free arm gathered her close. "I would make love to you," he breathed into her hair. "As so precious a one deserves."
"As you have done." Her hands glided over his shoulders, up the back of his neck to cradle his cropped skull. "As you will. But now... it is important to me, LaCroix. I need you."
Settling her onto the pillows he rose over her. His eyes never left hers as he pushed her knees back, spreading them wide so that she was open and vulnerable to him. Man and woman, the essential duality of the cosmos, joining in a celebration--no, a worship--of life. He understood.
His initial thrust drove him home inside her. Crying out, she enfolded him, trying to join skin to skin, flesh to flesh, to nestle their very bones together. He was as ruthless as she asked him to be. No play, no careful building of arousal. She needed him to take her, and he did, pounding into her heat, filling her emptiness. Her cries rose to screams as she thrashed beneath him. Pre-orgasmic throes drove their teeth into each other and they buckled together, the world bursting red and gold around them.
It was filled with a divine silence, this holy space they'd made together. Finally her fingers stole into his and she felt his hand clasp hers firmly. That was all she needed, and she slept in the peace of the much-beloved.
FIN
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