Let Go - Part 14
Title: Let Go (part 14)
Author: Kelly aka pittchic04
Rating: R
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Genre: Romance, Drama
Spoilers: thru "Fever" for sure
Summary: Set after "Fever." Beth gets into trouble and runs to Mick for help. Stuff happens ; )
Disclaimer: Joel Silver and CBS own the show and characters. I'm sure I could find a use for Mick if they wanted to share though.
AN: I'm sooo sorry this took so long, but hopefully this longer update will make up for it. I honestly can't believe I wrote part of this. *blushes* I'm just gonna go hide for awhile now. And, as always, a huge thank you to everyone who's taken the time to review. You guys rock!
Also, I haven't forgotten about the follow-up to "Don't Turn Away (From the Flame)", it's just getting a little more involved than I expected.
Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
Let Go - Part 14
Beth smiled as she watched his reaction, his gaze staying glued to her chest. For all his noble intentions and self-doubt, Mick was still a man. And Beth had him right where she wanted him. She scooted to the edge of the couch, slowly running her hands up his thighs as she moved closer. When she finally reached his belt, she let her fingers trail over the top and heard him gulp, his mouth suddenly dry. Her hands met over the front of his jeans and she wanted nothing more than to run her hands down his button-fly but she resisted, wanting to drag out the seduction until Mick couldn’t stand it anymore.
Instead, Beth settled for tracing the intricate design of his belt buckle, tantalizing him with the muted pressure of her touch a mere inch above where he needed her. Just when he began to think he couldn’t take it anymore, she dipped her fingers into his waistband. She leaned into him, dropping her voice to a husky whisper. “One of us is a little overdressed here. Don’t you think?”
Mick could only stare at her as she pulled his shirt from his jeans and slid her hands beneath the hem, running her palms over his skin as she raised the shirt higher. She looked at him expectantly when she reached his arms and, without thinking, he hurried to comply, tugging the Henley over his head with one hand. Beth seized the momentary distraction of the shirt over his face and leaned closer, her tongue darting out to circle his nipple just as he freed himself from the shirt.
“Oh god,” his breath caught and he froze, shocked by the sudden sensation and feeling her lick resonate throughout his body. His mind went blank and he reached for her, pulling her onto his lap so he could capture her lips. Beth gave in, matching his hunger and using her new position to rock her hips against his fly, making them both groan.
Mick’s hand snaked between them to tug at her jeans, his only thoughts centered on getting them both naked as quickly as possible, but their position made it impossible. With his hands on her back, cradling her against him as Beth’s own hands greedily touched every inch of his exposed skin, Mick leaned Beth backwards until she hit the couch. She wrapped her legs around his waist as soon as he began to move them, keeping their bodies joined as he followed her down. He quickly dropped to his knees on the floor, breaking the kiss so he could finish removing her jeans.
As soon as he had her naked, Mick stood and moved to undo his belt but Beth sat up and reached for him, covering his hands with her own. “Let me.” She looked up at him, watching his eyes widen as she slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. Letting his hands fall to his sides, Mick could only watch as one of his fantasies played out in real life. Beth undid his belt and, one by one, slowly unbuttoned his fly. She kept her gaze locked on his face as she slid his jeans and boxers down, letting him step out of them.
Mick felt her breath against his skin as she moved closer, and even that slight sensation was killing him. He tried to take a deep, steadying breath, closing his eyes to try and dredge up a modicum of control. Then he felt her moist tongue circle his head and forgot his own name, his jaw clenching against the unbelievable pleasure. He had to lock his knees to stay upright, his breath coming out on a hiss. “Beth,” he pleaded, wanting to tell her he couldn’t take anymore but unable to find the words. Beth sucked him deeper and heard a low growl rumble from somewhere deep in Mick’s chest. She inwardly smiled, loving how fast she could make him lose control.
Quickly becoming desperate, Mick used all his strength to pull away from her. If he didn’t get inside her now, he’d never make it. She started to protest but he hauled her into his arms, cutting her off with his lips on hers. He devoured her mouth as he lowered her to the couch, instantly settling between her legs.
Mick paused at her opening, a single thought nibbling at his consciousness through the fog of lust clouding his brain. He’d barely touched her, hadn’t prepared her. Here he was about to lose it like some randy teenager with no thought to Beth’s pleasure after she’d just given him one of his fantasies. He needed to pull back, to make sure she was with him.
Beth felt his hesitation and mistook it for second thoughts. She refused to give him time to think, grinding against him and forcing their hips into even deeper contact. A low moan escaped his lips and he gave in, trusting Beth to know what she needed. He slid inside her slowly, teasing them both, letting her eat him up inch by tantalizing inch. When they were finally fully joined, Beth rolled her head back and arched against him, trying to take him even deeper.
Mick fought the urge to move, knowing he wouldn’t last and determined to spend some time worshiping her. He leaned forward to capture her breast, lightly abrading her nipple with his blunt teeth then tracing a trail with his tongue to her other breast. Beth continued to writhe against him, practically begging him to move as he continued his oral assault on her body. He felt her inner muscles clamp around him, her heat burning him up until he had no choice but to move against her.
Beth cried out as he thrust into her again, her voice enough to break the fragile hold he had on his control. He gave into the frenzy, driving them both to the edge of blissful oblivion until the pleasure became too much to bear. Beth’s body contracted in wave after wave of ecstasy, quickly overwhelming her. Mick heard her cries and gave up trying to hold back, shouting out his own release until he lay totally spent atop her.
For a moment, neither of them dared to move. Finally, Mick mustered up the energy to roll over, carefully maneuvering on the small couch until Beth was spread out on top of him. He noticed a single tear escape down her cheek and reached to brush it away.
Mick started to ask what was wrong but Beth smiled at him and reached up to stroke his cheek, reassuring him that everything was okay. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she had something important to tell him but he let her take her time, nuzzling into her touch as he waited for her to speak up.
“You don’t even realize what’s so special, do you?” Beth looked at him with amazement in her gaze, unable to believe that he’d forgotten even though she was secretly thrilled by the prospect.
“I have you in my arms. What could be more special?” He flashed her a cheeky grin like it was the most obvious answer in the world and raised up for a brief kiss.
“Hmmm…” she pretended to think though he could see the amusement lighting up her face. “Maybe knowing we can do it again, anytime we want.”
It took a second for the meaning behind her words to sink in but when they did, Mick’s jaw dropped open in amazement. His shock quickly turned to a scowl. He’d done it again, risked her life without a thought when he’d sworn it wouldn’t happen again. This was why they couldn’t be together, why he needed to stay away, why…
A hand thumping his shoulder broke his self-loathing train of thought. “Hey! Stop that! You do not get to go all distant again. I swear, if you pull that ‘it can never work’ crap again…well, I can promise you won’t like the consequences. Got it?”
“But…”
“No! There is no ‘but.’ There’s just us, me and you, together.” Beth dropped her mouth to his, emphasizing her point. Mick stayed still for half a second until he felt her tongue slip past his lips, then he became a very active participant. When Beth finally pulled away to breath, they were both breathing hard again. She dropped her head to his chest, confidant that she’d won him over.
Mick stayed quiet for a minute, thinking things through. “I didn’t bite you,” he said almost to himself, not even realizing he’s spoken aloud. Beth heard the complete and total wonderment in his voice and smiled against his chest.
“Don’t sound so amazed. Did you really expect anything else?”
“Yes. I should have had to bite you, but I didn’t even think about it. Not once. It just doesn’t make sense.” He hadn’t realized it until he said it but it was true, biting had never crossed his mind. He hadn’t even vamped out.
“Mick, think about it. You’re not exactly a normal vamp. Most vampires embrace their nature but you fight against it every day. I can’t imagine how much self-control that must take. I guess it would kind of be like putting me in a room full of Godiva chocolate and then handing me powdered cocoa mix to eat.” She looked at him and saw a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Have you ever even tried powdered cocoa?”
“I don’t know if they had that when I was alive, but I’m guessing it’s not good.” He laughed when Beth made a disgusted face.
“Trust me, ‘not good’ is an understatement. You’re supposed to use it for baking and making hot chocolate and it’s fine for that kind of stuff, but it’s horrible by itself. Once, when I was a kid, I found it in the cupboard and thought it would taste like a Hershey bar because that’s what the can looked like. I got a spoon and took a big mouthful and, ugh.” She shivered at the remembered taste. “It was like the driest mix of sawdust and cardboard and I couldn’t seem to get the taste out of my mouth.”
Mick shook his head at her animated description. He loved how cute she got when she rambled. Beth saw him biting his lip to keep from laughing at her and blushed, realizing she’d gotten off track but feeling too giddy right now to care.
“Anyway, maybe the biting is like a self-fulfilling prophecy for most vamps. But you don’t want to bite anyone, ever. You fight it even when you’re dying out in the desert. That makes you different, Mick. Usual vampire rules don’t apply to you.”
He had to admit, she had a point. The question was, how long could he keep his true nature at bay? Like Josef had said, one day his inner vamp would demand to be fed, and what if Beth was around when that happened? He looked down at her and saw the happiness shining in her eyes, making them a slightly lighter shade of blue than usual. The knowledge that he was responsible for that settled over him, warming him from his core. He couldn’t hurt her, couldn’t demolish the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could work out between them. So instead of telling her why they shouldn’t, he simply held her closer and whispered, “I hope you’re right.” But what if she wasn’t?
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right. Don’t you know that by now?” Beth tried to joke but barely got a smile out of Mick. “Okay, what’s wrong? I thought we got passed this clichéd broody vampire stuff.”
Mick thought for a second, finally deciding that he owed her the truth. “I don’t want to lose you, Beth. But I don’t want to hurt you either and I’m terrified that I’m going to.”
Beth pushed herself up so she could look him in the eye, needing to do this face to face. “You need to learn to trust yourself, Mick. Because I do, I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. Other vamps want to bite, to drink. But you don’t, so you won’t.”
“But I do,” his voice broke with the confession, saying the words he wished she didn’t have to hear even though he knew it was necessary. “Deep down, there’s a part of me that wants nothing more than to do just that and it scares the hell out of me, especially when I’m around you. Biting during release is about more than just feeding, more than a loss of control. It’s something primal. It’s about possession, marking you as mine for the whole world to see. And I’m terrified that one day I’ll give into that desire because I love you so much, and it’s that twisted sense of love that makes me so unworthy of you.” Mick turned away from her, hiding his face so he wouldn’t see the disgust in her eyes and so she wouldn’t see the tears in his.
“Hey,” she cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her again. “You’re the most worthy man I know, Mick. And there’s nothing twisted about wanting to make me yours. Hell, I want to tattoo your forehead so every other woman knows you’re taken.” That got a smile out of him and she grinned back, feeling a little of the tenseness leave his body. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure the world knows I’m yours.” She nipped playfully at his bottom lip and felt his body start to stiffen beneath her.
Mick was amazed how easily Beth accepted what he said and dismissed it, acting like it was no big deal. And that acceptance was like a stake removed from his chest. It was like he could finally breathe again. He was still afraid of hurting her, of course, but the fact that she wasn’t worried about it made it a little easier to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had a lot of things left to sort out but right now, while Beth was here, the important thing was concentrating on keeping her happy. He could save the self-introspection for later. Especially since Beth was quickly distracting him by drawing designs on his chest.
“So,” Beth broke the silence. “Speaking of feeding, don’t you need to? Especially after being out in the sun today and all the, um, energy we expended.” She grinned wickedly until he kissed the smile off her face. Finally coming up for air, he felt his fangs starting to appear and realized she was right. He needed sustenance, especially if they were going to keep this up. The last thing he wanted was to be hungry around her.
Mick sat up with her still cradled close and stood, pausing to gently lower her back to the couch. “I’ll be right back,” he told her, but of course she didn’t stay put. She followed him to the kitchen, neither of them bothering with clothes.
Beth watched as he opened his secret fridge and pulled out a large bottle of blood. She was fascinated by the idea of watching him feed and kept her eyes glued to the red liquid until Mick’s voice caused her to look up.
“Since you brought up the sun, did we just survive our first fight back there?” He tried to divert her attention, not entirely comfortable with her watching him feed and grasping for some little piece of normal conversation as he poured himself a glass of O neg.
“Well, there was that time I hit you with the vase.” Beth fought not to laugh and Mick tried to look offended, which just made Beth laugh harder.
“Hey, it’s not funny. That really hurt.” Mick pulled off the wounded look for all of two seconds before breaking into a grin.
“Awww, you big vamp baby.” Beth tried to poke him in the ribs but he caught her hand, dragging her closer. Her hip brushed his and just like that, the air in the room changed. “Yes, I believe that was our first fight, and you know what that means.”
Mick swallowed hard, setting down his untouched glass and placing both hands on the counter to keep himself from treading into dangerous territory as he asked the question he knew he shouldn’t ask. “No, what?”
Beth flashed him an innocent grin but her eyes sparkled mischievously, giving her away. “Make-up sex.”
Mick smirked, keeping his cool façade in place even as his temperature skyrocketed. He struggled to keep his hands on the counter, his entire body clenching with the need to pull her into his arms. “What do you call what we just did?”
“Warming up.”