Having Day Dreams, About Night Things - Part Three
Title: Having Day Dreams, About Night Things, In the Middle of the Afternoon - Part Three
Author: Jellie_RayneLuv
Rating: Overall NC17 (adult content people, don't like it, don't read it)
Pairing: John & Ellie (like you had to ask?!)
Spoilers: None, really ... although this isn't exactly following canon. The wedding never happened. So it's kinda AU, but not really. Some things from season three and four have happened, some haven't.
Beta Reader: not beta'd. All mistakes are mine, big surprise.
Disclaimer: You all know the drill, I don't own 'em, just like to play with 'em.
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John took hold of Ellie's ankle, rubbing it gently and removed it from his aching crotch and placed it back on the bed. Running his hand ever so slowly up her calf, towards her thigh, he moved to straddle her legs. He took the opportunity to use his free hand to divest himself of his gun belt and other weapons. The gun rigging he let drop to the floor, his knife still sheathed was set on the bedside table.
Ellie shivered and moaned at his movement and his touch, and he was pretty sure she had eyed his big blade with something akin to interest as he put it aside. Smiling inwardly, he made a mental note.
Once freed of all his weaponry, he leaned in close over his lovely neighbor, propping himself up one one arm. His other hand continued its path until it found Ellie's hand between her legs. Grasping her wrist carefully, his first thought was to move her hand above her head were he could keep her from touching herself, but in the end he opted on just stopping her masturbatory motion.
Ellie could only watch as John kept her body pinned down against the mattress. Pinned down, not so much by his body strength, as by the steely look in his eyes that warned her not to move. He was the "bad man" in this scenario, after all. And as always, John emoted a quiet danger and a lethal grace.
He had knowledge, she realized ... knowledge of things dark and different than things she knew. And this realization made her skin itch, made her body crave. These were things no one dared ask about, or speak of. But she wanted to know them, experience as much as he would allow. She was hungry for this knowledge, more so than she could have believed. And to get even a glimpse of that meant playing by his rules. So she did what she had to do and complied to his silent demand.
This would be harder than she imagined it would be, however. For at the first touch of his hand on her wrist, she all but jerked up from the bed as a jolt of sexual electricity ran through her body. One quick but stern look from John, sent her back down. Closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip, Ellie relaxed back into the softness of the down comforter to await John's assault on her body and her senses.
John knew he was going to have to set down some ground rules before he went further, well, much further any way. But a little sample of things to come might not be out of the question. And quite frankly there were some things he just had to do first ... even if it taxed his control of the situation to the extreme. Some things were worth the trouble, and he knew that Ellie would be one of those things.
So he would take just a little something for himself now. 'Just a taste,' he thought to himself. Then he would get back on track and say what needed to be said and ask the important questions. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to take her now, take her hard and show her exactly what kind of man she had invited in ... he knew he had to wait. He didn't want to scare her off, before they had a chance to begin. He had to rein it all in and slow things down.
In the few seconds it took for all these thoughts to flit through his lust addled brain, John came to perhaps the most important realization of all. Slowing things down didn't mean he couldn't heat things up. And hadn't the sweet Eleanor Faye just handed him all the ammunition he needed to do just that?
Pleased with his new plan, John swiftly changed his stance over Ellie so that he was straddling only one leg. And moving up, he brought his knee dangerously close to that sweet spot between her legs, where he still held her hand captive in his grasp.
Ellie reacted instinctively to John's change in postion, moaning again as she tried to scoot down closer to his knee. She wanted to feel the friction the contact would bring to her aching sex. She needed to be touched. The frustration of being this close to such a fantasy was reaching a peak. If he didn't do something, anything soon, she thought she might scream.
The Colonel quickly caught on to her plan and went on the counter offensive. He moved his leg away from her, which accomplished two things. It brought his upper body in closer proximity to hers and it freed up some space for the next stage of his assault.
As she crooned his name, "Joo..o.hn", between breathy moans, "Pleeeease", and begged him, he released his firm grip on her wrist and covered her hand with his own and began to move it slowly between her legs again. He guided her movements over her hot slick folds and periodical taking a plunge inside her.
He looked down at her, laying beneath him, so beautiful and trusting to have opened herself up to him like this. But, her eyes were still closed and something about that bothered him. That would just not do. He leaned in closer so she could feel his breath on her neck and spoke softly in her ear.
"Open your eyes, Eleanor. If you don't, I'll stop." He gave a satisfied grunt when she immediately complied to his request. "That's right, You don't want me to stop do you?" To drive the point home, he applied a bit more pressure than he had before, deepening the thrust of their joined hands between her legs. "You want me to touch you like this." It was a statement, not a question.
"Nooo, don't stop John. Please don't stop." Ellie's eyes flew open and she took in the sight of John hovering above her. She turned her head to the side and found that she was looking directly in his eyes. Deep. Blue. Intense . And focused on her.
As he continued to guide their strokes against her clit, she fell into his gaze. And how could she not? This was the most intimate moment she had experienced in what felt like ages.
In his eyes, she could see a myriad of emotions flashing back and forth, most importantly the want and need he had for her. It was as great as what she was feeling for him. Some of the things she glimpsed there both thrilled her and frightened her. The thrill he was inducing by such a simple touch beat out the fear, however, and she knew she didn't want him to stop.
So she continued to look at him while he continued his assisted exploration of her. When he decided to pick up the pace, and began to delve deeper inside her body, she couldn't help but to grind and buck her hips against theirs hands to increase the pressure on that bundle of nerves that seemed to have a mind all its own.
John, being all attentive, as he was, could tell she was close. If the clenching of her inner walls around their fingers was any indication, she was really close. He freed his thumb and began to press back and forth on her clit with a quick and firm action. Before very long he could feel the flutters inside Ellie start.
He glanced down quickly to watch. Their hands working in tandem to achieve this first satisfaction. When he was quite sure that she was about to slip over the edge he looked back at her face, only to see she had closed her eyes again, in preparation for her fall.
He stopped. Everything. "Tsk, Tsk, Ellie. That won't do at all." He admonished her, raising himself upright and sitting back on his heels. "And we were so close too," he all but purred as he brought her hand and his up to his line of sight. Ellie opened her eyes again just in time to see him examining their glistening fingers. She all but jumped out of her skin when he took both into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them in a teasing motion and sucking gently, tasting her essence.
He let out a pleasurable sigh, as he removed the digits and stretched out over her, bringing her one hand to join the other above her head. Still propped up on one arm, he held her hands in place, still exerting control. "Do you know why I stopped?" he asked as he dipped down to nip at her collarbone, that had somehow become exposed in her squirming.
Ellie didn't answer right away so he restated his question as he moved his lips over her neck to find the sweet spot on her earlobe, tasting her as he went. "Hmm ... do you know why I stopped, when you taste so damned good, My Darlin' Eleanor?"
Knowing she should answer him, she shook her her, "No," she whimpered, "I don't."
"Well, I'll put it to you very simply then." His breath has hot on her skin and his voice sent a shiver down her spine. "I want you to look at me. I want you to know exactly who it is that is touching you. I want you to see me ... I don't want you to close your eyes and imagine that it's Woodcombe or some other young stud that is touching you."
He took this moment to bring his lower body in direct contact with her, grinding his still clothed and straining erection against her thigh. "And if it comes to it, and I think we both know it's what you intended ... what you want ... I want you to know it's me that is fucking you. Me and no one else."
"I'm sorry," Ellie whispered, almost frantic. "I'm so sorry. Never Devon, not any more, John. I don't think of anyone but you." She gave him a half smile, tinged with sadness.
Her response so so quiet and rushed he almost missed the fact that his neighbor had said "don't" and not "won't". Almost. But he did notice that little factoid and decided to ask her about it, while he went about making other preparations.