If
Title: "If"
Author: prettysirenx
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, lusty, angst, fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. Or Chloe and/ or Rush. Slavery is wrong. Even with fictional characters.
Author's Note: This is for aleyseiasnape's prompt. Basically, it's what if Rush stayed with Chloe at the end of the mid-season premiere. Enjoy.
Chloe's breath caught in her throat at the sound of his words. "More and more everyday," he said; the words left his mouth so sincerely she didn't doubt them -- not even for a second. Rather, she was taken aback. Her heart pounded as he told her she should get some rest. Rest? She didn't want to rest. She didn't know what she wantes, but it definitely wasn't rest.
Rush hesitated briefly and leaned forward; her pulse quickened further as she felt his warm lips press against her forehead. She looked up impulsively; he was still leaning over her, their lips only a whisper apart. There was something in his dark eyes, something powerful which held her in thrall and lit her on fire, body and soul. Maybe it was that look in his eye, maybe it was the things he said, the feelings he vaguely revealed; there was something between them in that moment. And she wanted desperately to close the gap, to be as close to him physically as she felt emotionally. And with that urge acting as her only moral compass, she tilted her chin up, pressing her lips to his, brushing them slowly with her own, so that she could savor every second of it.
He was tense at first, but she didn't stop. She was determined to kiss him; if he pushed her away in disgust, so be it, but she was going to make the kiss count as long as she had access to those lips. Eventually, his hand slowly found the small of her back, bracing her, and his lips carressed hers; it was more than a reaction, it was a reply. He deepened the kiss, exploring her tongue with his, urging her own kiss to become more passionate and reckless. She soon pulled him on top of her, onto the infirmary bed, and thanked God they were alone.
As she kissed his neck, she wondered vaguely if she occupied his thoughts as much as he occupied hers; she recieved her answer in the way he growled her name in his low Scottish brogue. "Chloe." It made her shiver all over, it made her wet -- it made her undo his belt buckle so quickly her fingers fumbled over themselves. She grabbed his cock and found he was hard -- and big. She smiled as he pressed his lips to hers with a moan; she found herself moaning when his strong, nimble hands grabbed her breast in response.
"Clothes," she breathed as his tongue worked its magic on her nipple. "They're getting in the way."
"I heartily agree," he mumbled, pulling off her shirt and carefully imprinting her loveliness on his memory as he did so.
She blushed. She'd had sex before. But now, it felt like it was the first time. The real first time. He felt so right against her. Everything about him -- his touch, his scent, his taste -- aroused her to an uncommon degree. She realized suddenly it was as though he'd been made just for her. He was everything she wanted. Most of that she couldn't even put into words, but she knew it when she felt it, and she felt it right then and there.
"You're beautiful," she whispered into his ear. He responded silently by kissing her with a smile; words were overrated, she decided, as his rubbed her clit, eliciting from her a primal growl of satisfaction.
Making love with Rush was exactly what she realized it must be, in retrospect. He was both strong and sensitive as he thrust inside her, finding just the right rhythm to make her writhe in ecstacy. It felt so good it was almost cruel. She scraped her nails down his back just as the pleasure became almost unbearable. She lost all sense of her surroundings. All she could feel was him, how good he felt, and how good he made her feel. His name left her lips more than once as she orgasmed. He thrust harder, reaching his own climax. In that moment, the energy of the orgasm itself was practically a tangible third party presence.
Still, neither was entirely spent, but Chloe wanted to hold him close against her, basking in his company. He was happy to oblige. The closeness afterward was something he craved too -- almost as much as the passionate lovemaking itself. Chloe smiled as she rested her head against his chest; this was what it felt like to be truly one with another, she realized.
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