[mse] 27.4.b - Come On Closer - Jem
Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do
You sit back now, Just relax now
I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through
Sweet sensations, Hot temptations
Coming over you
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(NOTE: Rory is thebriar_rose and is used with love. :P)
He was hungry again.
The fire was burning him again, the seas living within his soul evaporating with the heat. It was scattering his power, his life to the four winds. He hadn’t lied to the demon, water could slip beneath the heat of fire, but when fire tried to move underwater it either went out or water scattered into mist. Like his life was doing right now…
Shaking his head to clear it, Jed rubbed his hands over his face restlessly and moved back to the table on his back patio, where he had a bottle of water sitting. It was psychosomatic, but it helped to quell the heat a little…the act of drinking, the cool touch of the water sliding down his throat.
It wasn’t the water he needed, though, not the cool and effervescent spring that made his blood run like a river. It wasn’t the waterfall, roaring and rushing and alive, refreshing and invigorating…it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t Rory.
Just thinking about feeding on her again turned his stomach with the way it shot through him like a flamethrower, lust and desire and in some sick, twisted way, love was there, too. He couldn’t get much closer than feeling her life itself, tasting it on the back of his tongue and letting it roll through his blood, merging with her, body and soul in the truest sense.
The flush creeping over his skin was stilled by cool hands, running over his bare back. As if some siren’s call had drawn her to him, she was there at his worst, skin dry and hot, a fine trembling spreading through her limbs as his control started to fray.
“Come back to bed, Jed.”
“I…can’t.”
“Jed.”
He couldn’t resist those cool hands as they forced him to turn, then ran the length of his body over bare chest and shoulders to the waistband of his pajama pants and down to settle on his hips. It was strange and a little sad, because her hands were so warm before. He loved those warm little hands, but somehow the cool touch was even better…still waters running over his body, a vast and calm, endless ocean was what she had become.
“Jed…”
“I won’t do it. Rory, I can’t.”
“It’s okay…I want you to. And I know you want to…I trust you.”
Sweet and simple words, so brave and so powerful…the decree of a princess, loosening his bonds. He was shaking harder now, falling, sagging forward to reach for her, draw her close to him…
“It’ll hurt you…” He trailed off, trying to stop the words, but his hands were cradling her head, lining up so he could kiss her, slow and deep. The energy was coalescing, dewdrops on her lips that he drew away, gathered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss to taste her.
“I trust you.” she repeated when the kiss broke. Her voice was breathless and trembling, shaky as he felt right then. “I will always trust you.”
And I’ll make it good for you, he vowed silently. He felt it in him, that power he released before to ignite her passion. If he focused, if he concentrated he could direct that power…
She gasped at the same time he inhaled sharply, briefly overwhelmed by the feel of her as power caressed her on the inside. Every part of her essence rolled over him then, air and light and water, a small pool that flooded everything the moment she gave her heart away…
He ignored the pockets that were still dry within, the places cut off by the presence of another man. The places where she was still tied to Phillip.
He ignored them as he let his hands slide over her body, wrapped in a scrap of satin she called a nightgown as he kissed her and touched her again. The sounds she made blew the last of his control to hell, control he usually saved for taking her to bed as he kissed her hard and sealed their bodies together, spinning around to pin her against the railing of the porch.
“Jed…”
“I got you.” He soothed, hearing things in his voice he hated. That deeper timbre, that note of hunger…and as he looked into her eyes, he saw twin points of blue light in her pupils, his new demonic visage reflecting back at him.
“I got you.” He repeated, more for himself than for her as he reached up to brush the thin straps of her nightgown aside, letting it fall around her feet. He felt her shiver in the cool night air, watched her cover herself to hide her nudity in the open air.
And all around her, within her, he could see the waters rising and collecting. For him, him and no one else.
Kissing her, he gently moved her arms away from her chest, letting his hands move over her breasts as he rolled his power through her, sweeping away her shame on a wave of pleasure. It was a struggle not to drink, not to taste those cool waters, but he was waiting, not until the flood…
He moved down her body, falling to his knees in front of her as he kissed and caressed her stomach, spanning her waist with his hands, nuzzling the soft patch of skin just above the waistband of her panties, which he tugged off her hips a moment later. When he felt tension, he gave her pleasure, when he felt fear he ran his hands over the places he knew would undo her, the delicate skin of her thighs and the hollow between her breasts.
Cool waves crashed over his head the moment his mouth found her center, bathing him in her essence as he took her deeper into ecstasy, pushed her higher on the cliff and didn’t stop or let her up to find his own release. He took her all the way, working her with lips and tongue…
And drank her down only when she came for him. He felt her release fall over him like a blanket, one he could fold up and stuff away, toss aside, or pull tight until it was enormous, endless…how hard, how long, how good she felt lay in his hands alone.
He took her essence and he rolled his power through her body as it tightened and bucked beneath his touch. He didn’t force her to come, only took what she willingly offered. Goddess help him, he could feel it, her total surrender, her complete submission to the things he made her feel.
I trust you. With her life, her body, and her pleasure in his hands, she openly gave him everything. A marriage proposal couldn’t have meant more to him right then.
When her body finally started to calm, he forced himself to withdraw the power and shift to his feet. The waterfall was within him now, her essence singing in his blood and bringing with it a satisfaction not even sex could give him. Looking into her eyes, he saw the toll the feeding took…but it wasn’t bad. Those shadows under her eyes were a touch darker, but if he let her build her strength back up they’d go away.
He supported her weight as her legs wobbled beneath her, shielded her nudity with the bulk of his body as he held her close while she clung to his arms and blinked at him slowly, eyes dark with passion.
“That…that can’t be enough.” she panted, frowning up at him in confusion. “That wasn’t…I feel…was that enough?”
Staring down at her, drunk on pleasure and weak from his touch, Jed felt the fire again…but he was all too familiar with this burn, ancient as Time.
“No.” he rasped, bending to kiss her before scooping her off her feet so he could carry her inside. “Fed just fine, but that ain’t enough by a longshot.”
And as he carried her up to his bedroom to make love to her again, he couldn’t help but smile at how little she seemed to mind.
What I'd like to do
You sit back now, Just relax now
I'll take care of you
Hot temptations, Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through
Sweet sensations, Hot temptations
Coming over you
=======================================
(NOTE: Rory is thebriar_rose and is used with love. :P)
He was hungry again.
The fire was burning him again, the seas living within his soul evaporating with the heat. It was scattering his power, his life to the four winds. He hadn’t lied to the demon, water could slip beneath the heat of fire, but when fire tried to move underwater it either went out or water scattered into mist. Like his life was doing right now…
Shaking his head to clear it, Jed rubbed his hands over his face restlessly and moved back to the table on his back patio, where he had a bottle of water sitting. It was psychosomatic, but it helped to quell the heat a little…the act of drinking, the cool touch of the water sliding down his throat.
It wasn’t the water he needed, though, not the cool and effervescent spring that made his blood run like a river. It wasn’t the waterfall, roaring and rushing and alive, refreshing and invigorating…it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t Rory.
Just thinking about feeding on her again turned his stomach with the way it shot through him like a flamethrower, lust and desire and in some sick, twisted way, love was there, too. He couldn’t get much closer than feeling her life itself, tasting it on the back of his tongue and letting it roll through his blood, merging with her, body and soul in the truest sense.
The flush creeping over his skin was stilled by cool hands, running over his bare back. As if some siren’s call had drawn her to him, she was there at his worst, skin dry and hot, a fine trembling spreading through her limbs as his control started to fray.
“Come back to bed, Jed.”
“I…can’t.”
“Jed.”
He couldn’t resist those cool hands as they forced him to turn, then ran the length of his body over bare chest and shoulders to the waistband of his pajama pants and down to settle on his hips. It was strange and a little sad, because her hands were so warm before. He loved those warm little hands, but somehow the cool touch was even better…still waters running over his body, a vast and calm, endless ocean was what she had become.
“Jed…”
“I won’t do it. Rory, I can’t.”
“It’s okay…I want you to. And I know you want to…I trust you.”
Sweet and simple words, so brave and so powerful…the decree of a princess, loosening his bonds. He was shaking harder now, falling, sagging forward to reach for her, draw her close to him…
“It’ll hurt you…” He trailed off, trying to stop the words, but his hands were cradling her head, lining up so he could kiss her, slow and deep. The energy was coalescing, dewdrops on her lips that he drew away, gathered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss to taste her.
“I trust you.” she repeated when the kiss broke. Her voice was breathless and trembling, shaky as he felt right then. “I will always trust you.”
And I’ll make it good for you, he vowed silently. He felt it in him, that power he released before to ignite her passion. If he focused, if he concentrated he could direct that power…
She gasped at the same time he inhaled sharply, briefly overwhelmed by the feel of her as power caressed her on the inside. Every part of her essence rolled over him then, air and light and water, a small pool that flooded everything the moment she gave her heart away…
He ignored the pockets that were still dry within, the places cut off by the presence of another man. The places where she was still tied to Phillip.
He ignored them as he let his hands slide over her body, wrapped in a scrap of satin she called a nightgown as he kissed her and touched her again. The sounds she made blew the last of his control to hell, control he usually saved for taking her to bed as he kissed her hard and sealed their bodies together, spinning around to pin her against the railing of the porch.
“Jed…”
“I got you.” He soothed, hearing things in his voice he hated. That deeper timbre, that note of hunger…and as he looked into her eyes, he saw twin points of blue light in her pupils, his new demonic visage reflecting back at him.
“I got you.” He repeated, more for himself than for her as he reached up to brush the thin straps of her nightgown aside, letting it fall around her feet. He felt her shiver in the cool night air, watched her cover herself to hide her nudity in the open air.
And all around her, within her, he could see the waters rising and collecting. For him, him and no one else.
Kissing her, he gently moved her arms away from her chest, letting his hands move over her breasts as he rolled his power through her, sweeping away her shame on a wave of pleasure. It was a struggle not to drink, not to taste those cool waters, but he was waiting, not until the flood…
He moved down her body, falling to his knees in front of her as he kissed and caressed her stomach, spanning her waist with his hands, nuzzling the soft patch of skin just above the waistband of her panties, which he tugged off her hips a moment later. When he felt tension, he gave her pleasure, when he felt fear he ran his hands over the places he knew would undo her, the delicate skin of her thighs and the hollow between her breasts.
Cool waves crashed over his head the moment his mouth found her center, bathing him in her essence as he took her deeper into ecstasy, pushed her higher on the cliff and didn’t stop or let her up to find his own release. He took her all the way, working her with lips and tongue…
And drank her down only when she came for him. He felt her release fall over him like a blanket, one he could fold up and stuff away, toss aside, or pull tight until it was enormous, endless…how hard, how long, how good she felt lay in his hands alone.
He took her essence and he rolled his power through her body as it tightened and bucked beneath his touch. He didn’t force her to come, only took what she willingly offered. Goddess help him, he could feel it, her total surrender, her complete submission to the things he made her feel.
I trust you. With her life, her body, and her pleasure in his hands, she openly gave him everything. A marriage proposal couldn’t have meant more to him right then.
When her body finally started to calm, he forced himself to withdraw the power and shift to his feet. The waterfall was within him now, her essence singing in his blood and bringing with it a satisfaction not even sex could give him. Looking into her eyes, he saw the toll the feeding took…but it wasn’t bad. Those shadows under her eyes were a touch darker, but if he let her build her strength back up they’d go away.
He supported her weight as her legs wobbled beneath her, shielded her nudity with the bulk of his body as he held her close while she clung to his arms and blinked at him slowly, eyes dark with passion.
“That…that can’t be enough.” she panted, frowning up at him in confusion. “That wasn’t…I feel…was that enough?”
Staring down at her, drunk on pleasure and weak from his touch, Jed felt the fire again…but he was all too familiar with this burn, ancient as Time.
“No.” he rasped, bending to kiss her before scooping her off her feet so he could carry her inside. “Fed just fine, but that ain’t enough by a longshot.”
And as he carried her up to his bedroom to make love to her again, he couldn’t help but smile at how little she seemed to mind.