The Redemption Clause (8/?) (NC-17)
Title: The Redemption Clause (8/?)
Author: Kijikun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: For anyone not following the story that is wondering, Violet is 22.
Warning: Sex
Buddy woke with his fingers tangled in her hair.
All three of them had shifted during the night, moving closer together. Robin was snuggled between him and Violet, still fast asleep. Violet still slept on as well, her face turned towards him. One of her arms lay over his side, the other curled protectively around Robin.
He didn't dare move. He didn't dare breath.
If he did, she would wake up, and he would have to hear all the reason why this wouldn't work. He knew those reasons. He agreed with those reasons.
He just didn't want to hear them from her lips. He didn't want to hear her reject him, or hear how last night had been a mistake. Even though it had been.
Buddy didn't know why she kissed him, but he'd been insane to kiss her back. And to keep kissing her.
But it had been good. So damn good. Her taste had been addictive, and her skin had been so soft under his fingers. Almost as soft as her hair was right now.
How long could he keep her here? He was a genius, manipulating her into staying longer wouldn't be that hard. She was having trouble leaving as it was and she adored Robin.
She'd miss her family though, and eventually hate him for manipulating her.
He could wipe her memory. Wouldn't take much to make her family think she was dead or had just disappeared on her own. He could give her a new past; make it so she never wanted anything but to stay on the Island with him and Robin.
Buddy closed his eyes and let her hair slide through his fingers.
But she wouldn't be Violet. He'd be killing her.
He opened his eyes and his chest ached. He hated Mr. Incredible just as strongly in that moment, as he watched his daughter and Violet sleep, as he ever had.
He lost everything to that man.
"Buddy?" Violet’s voice was soft. She looked across at him worriedly, sleep still clouding her eyes, but worried. "You okay?"
He stroked her arm gently before he even realized he was doing it. "I'm fine. Good morning."
Violet scooted closer, and touched his face, her fingers closer to the thin scar that ran under his jaw than he would have liked. You couldn't see the scar but you could feel it.
"Good morning. Now what's wrong?" she asked again.
Buddy realized she had probably felt quite a few of his scars last night, as he pressed her against the wall. She could probably see quite a few right now. "You aren't going to let it go are you?"
Violet shook her head slightly; both of them keep their voices low. "No." She poked him in the chest. "Tell," she sounded and looked playful.
"Last night," he whispered, stroking the juncture of her elbow. A shiver ran through her frame.
Violet shook her head, the playfulness going. "We don't have to talk about it."
Buddy raised an eyebrow trying to pretend there wasn't a hollow sinking feeling in his stomach. "You want to pretend it didn't happen?" he asked carefully. "If that's what you want…"
Violet looked at him with an expression he couldn't place, and then sighed. "Are you sure you’re a genius?" she asked.
He scowled at her, pain turning into confusion. "What, you want to see my test scores? What does that have to do with ---?"
She sighed again and carefully leaned over Robin and kissed him.
His mind went blank of everything but her. Her lips, her smell, her taste. He had his fingers in her hair and they had to be careful, because Robin was still asleep, but oh god, this wasn't rejection. This tasted, felt, nothing like rejection.
"Oh," he managed when she pulled away.
"I know we need to talk, just not now," Violet whispered. "I just--for a day or two---"
He understood and reached out to stroke away a tear that spilled from her eye. "Your father would grind me into a pulp."
Violet giggled softly. "Nah, he stopped doing that to guys, my junior year. He just threatens them now, but it’s Mom their scared of."
"Anybody terrified of her right now?" he asked carefully. It never occurred to him, him - a genius, that she could have some boy back home waiting for her. What type would his Vi go for? The muscle bound super? The normal guy she met in class?
Violet shook her head. "No," she told him, and then smiled a bit wider. "So, how scared are you of Elastagirl?"
"Who’s Elastagirl?" a sleepy voice came from between them. "I'll protect you, Daddy."
Buddy burst into laughter that Violet joined.
***
The rain poured down outside, much as it had the day before. Violet sat curled up on the couch in the living room, with Robin beside her. A book of fairy tales lay open on Violet's lap, so Robin could see the pictures as she read.
"Once upon a time, there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness," Violet read.
Buddy looked up from where he sat, a sketch pad open in his lap. Violet probably assumed he was working on another design, not drawing her and Robin. "The Snow Queen?" He made a face.
"She picked it," Violet told him. "Now hush."
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Daddy," Robin complained.
Buddy laughed. "Alright, I'll be good. By all means, Vi, keep reading."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Well, now that I have his majesty's permission," she muttered.
"Now all the little sprites who followed him about, took the mirror, planning on having a joke with it. But they dropped the mirror and it broke into thousands and thousands of tiny shards. Before the sprites could think what to do, a cold wind scattered the shards all over the world."
Buddy watched his daughter listening intently to Violet, distracted from his drawing for the pleasure of watching them.
"Some pieces got into people's eyes and then people saw everything perverted. But even worse was that some even got a splinter in their heart, and it turned their heart into a lump of ice," Violet went on.
Buddy wondered if the next few days would just make things harder, and knew they would. Just sitting, listening to Violet read to Robin, made him want to say to hell with who her father was, to hell with Xerek and his threats, to hell with everything that threatened to take this from him.
It made him want to disappear, bury himself away with his inventions and try to forget.
"Kay did not feel the cold for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice. He was dragging along some pointed flat pieces of ice, which he laid together in all possible ways. In his eyes, the figures were extraordinarily beautiful. He found whole figures which represented a written word, but he could never manage to make just the word he wanted-- "eternity". The Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not figure it out."
He'd never liked this story and Robin was asleep. "She's asleep Violet."
Violet glanced over at the little girl. "Oh," she smiled, brushing back Robin's hair. "No wonder she was so quiet. I'll finish it later."
"It's a horrible story," Buddy muttered.
Violet frowned, looking puzzled. "Why? It was one of Anderson's better ones, the power of Greta's love saving Kay from being frozen forever."
"Maybe Kay liked being frozen," he said a bit more forcefully then he'd meant to. "Greta was selfish."
Violet closed the book and set it aside. "Maybe he'd just gotten used to it," she said softly. "I'm going to put Robin down for a nap."
Buddy got to his feet. "I'll do it," he told her, standing up and moving to scoop up his tiny sleeping daughter.
***
"The story struck a nerve, didn't it?" Violet asked, cornering Buddy that night after Robin was in bed. She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, pretending as if she didn't notice he was only wearing a towel. She'd forgotten he'd been working out earlier.
Buddy glared at her. "Don't you knock?"
"No, do you?" Violet shot back.
"This is my room," he pointed out.
She raised an eye brow at thim.
"It's just a stupid fairy tale, Vi. Don't read into it," Buddy warned, sitting down on his bed.
Violet folded her arms across her chest. "You seemed a bit upset by it."
Buddy ran his fingers through his damp hair, hanging loose around his shoulders. She kind of like it like that, but decided she'd miss his normal hair style.
"My mother loved that story."
"You hate the story because your mother loved it?" Violet asked in confusion.
"She loved all that ‘love and faith can overcome anything’ bullshit. Believed it, too," Buddy sounded bitter, angry. "You would have thought my father would have beaten that out of her, at some point."
Violet inhaled sharply.
Buddy looked at her steadily. "Yeah, sorry, didn't come from the Perfect American Family, like you did."
He didn't say it, but Violet knew it. His mother wasn't the only one his father beat. She slowly crossed the room to sit beside him on the bed. "Is that why you wanted to be my father's sidekick…his ward?"
"I don't want to talk about it,” Buddy growled.
Violet touched his right arm, the skin felt too smooth, too perfect and she remembered he probably couldn't feel it. She left her hand there though. "I'm not going to judge…."
"Bullshit," he snapped. "You're judging me right now. I don't need, or want, your pity."
Violet sighed in frustration. Why wouldn't he just talk? "Then what do you need, Buddy?"
Buddy looked at her for a long moment, his face softening. "You." The fingers of his left hand ghosted down her hair.
Her heart sped up as he gazed at her and she licked her lips. "Just me?"
He nodded. "For now," he smirked slightly, his fingers trailed up and over her shoulder and across her collar bone.
"And just what would you do with me?" she asked, before she licked at his fingers as they trailed up over her lips. Embarrassingly, her nipples hardened under her tank top, but she didn't let that stop her from leaning back slightly on the bed.
"I'm sure I can think of a few things," he assured her, his eyes dilating. "I'm a genius, you know."
Violet smiled; an open honest thing. She didn't know how they could go from annoyed at each other, to her wanting him so badly her legs felt weak. The ghost of a touch he trailed across her skin sent shivers down her spine that pooled in her belly as liquid heat.
"Well, then I guess you can have me."
His fingers trembled slightly on her skin, and then he was kissing her.
No. He wasn't kissing her, so much as staking claim to her mouth with his own. His left hand cupped the back of her head, while she felt his right hand come to rest on her hip. He was so careful touching her with his right hand.
Violet stroked her fingers over his bare chest, returning the teasing touches he'd given her. Then she flicked her tongue against his, running it over his teeth.
Buddy caught her tongue and sucked gently, drawing a moan from Violet. He was bearing her down against the bed, his weight half settling over her. She groaned again, running her hands over every bit of his skin she could reach.
Every suck of her tongue sent little currents through her system, making her hips arch. "Buddy," she whimpered when he left her mouth. He was nuzzling her jaw, kissing and licking his way down her throat. His hand cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple through the material.
"Can I take it off?" Buddy asked softly, moving back to her mouth to steal more kisses.
Violet opened her eyes and looked up into his, the blue almost swallowed up. "Yes," she told him, leaning up to kiss his shoulder.
"Violet, are you sure?" He asked pausing. "Anytime you want to stop, you just say the word and…"
Her hands slipped down his back. "I want this, I want you," she told him as she pulled the tank off.
"You're so beautiful," Buddy breathed, cupping her breasts. He sounded in awe.
"I'm not," Violet protested. "You've…you've probably seen girls more beautiful…Mirage..."
Buddy kissed her fiercely. "You are beautiful," he told her firmly. He lowered his head to her right breast, making a circle with his tongue around her nipple.
Violet whimpered again, her breath coming out faster. "Oh, god."
"Just me," Buddy teased, as he repeated the ministrations to her other breast. His fingers traced patterns on her stomach before slowly moving downward.
"You're not even a minor saint," Violet gasped, the bite losing much of its force.
Buddy's left hand came to rest on her inner thigh and she squirmed, wanting it higher.
He sucked at one of her nipples, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold his head there. "Oh, yes, please--yes," she whimpered, embarrassed by how vocal she was being, but unable to stop. She swore she could come from his mouth and him looking at her like that, alone.
"May I?" he asked softly, his fingers moving upwards, very gently brushing against the juncture between her legs and the dampness there, even through her track pants.
Violet spread her legs more and pushed herself up against his fingers. "What do you think?" she purred. She enjoyed the look of pure want that crossed his face as she did so.
His weight came down more fully on her as he stroked her through her pants, his right arm keeping him braced just above her. He'd abandoned her breasts for her mouth, and Violet didn't have the breath in her to complain.
She wanted, wanted, wanted -- her hips moving in time to his strokes. She'd had good sex before, but this…this…
She ran her hand down his body, until she could wrap her hand around his arousal. Buddy shuddered and groaned her name. "Vi, Vi."
Violet stroked him again, watching the way his eyes fell closed and his head tipped back. She had so much power here. And then she released him and was batting his hand away as she squirmed out of her pants.
His hands joined her in removing the offending garment. When it was pushed aside, Buddy pulled back, his eyes running over her. It took a lot for Violet not to cover herself with her arms, but she still blushed.
"Beautiful," he told her again, tracing his fingers across her bare skin, like she would disappear if he didn't keep checking that she was real. He didn't touch her with his right hand; that hand had stayed almost glued to the bed.
Violet let herself look at him fully, taking in the scars across his chest and left arm. She let her gaze go lower and felt her stomach quiver in anticipation of having him inside her. "Not half bad yourself," she told him teasingly. Then leaned up to kiss him, as self-doubt crossed his eyes. "I think you're handsome," she told him. "Beautiful." She kissed one of the scars on his chest.
The tenderness when he looked at her, took her breath away. "Vi," he whispered and slid a single finger into her.
Her hips left the bed and she forgot everything else but the sweet slide that wasn't quite enough. Buddy kissed her thoroughly as he made love to her with his fingers, drawing out whimpers and moans from her with every breath.
Then he was sliding his fingers out, and pulling them both further up the bed. Then he reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a condom. She dropped kisses to his back to distract herself from the fact that there were condoms by his bedside. "I'm on birth control," she told him.
Buddy kissed her and rolled on the condom. "No sense taking risks, though," he told her, between kisses.
Violet wrapped her arms about him and tugged. "Buddy."
She cried out wordlessly as he breached her, and it was overwhelming and amazing and suddenly her orgasm was right there. Violet whimpered and clung to him as he started to move in her.
"You're close aren't you?" He licked at her ear.
Violet made a noise of pleasure, pressing herself up against him, meeting every stroke.
"Please," she begged, wanting it to last, but wanting that grand pleasure that was just out of reach.
"Wrap your legs around me," Buddy groaned against her skin, and she realized vaguely that he was almost as gone as she was.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and keened at the change of angle. "Buddy, oh god, Buddy." Her arms trembled.
His hand pressed between their bodies and stroked her where they were joined.
Violet's head pressed back into the mattress, and she came with his name on her lips. A long, jerky rush of pleasure, so pure that her body shook with every jolt.
Moments later, Buddy cried his pleasure out into her mouth as he came.
With a shaky breath, she ran a hand down his sweaty back, her legs falling back to the bed. She couldn't think. Couldn't do more than try to remember how her lungs worked.
Buddy kissed her throat and held her close until both their bodies stopped trembling. Violet nuzzled his shoulder. "Think you broke me."
His laugh was soft but warm. "Good thing I'm good at fixing things then." He kissed her gently before he pulled out, leaving her only long enough to dispose of the condom and bring back a warm wash cloth.
Much to her embarrassment, he insisted on cleaning her up and did so with the utmost care. Then he was curling up with her in bed and she could wrap her arms around him.
They should talk, she knew that, but all she did was rest her head against his shoulder and close her eyes.
She felt Buddy pull the covers up. "Sleep well, Vi."
"Mmm," she muttered happily. "Will here, with you."
She heard him inhale sharply, but couldn't find the energy to open her eyes.
Author: Kijikun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: For anyone not following the story that is wondering, Violet is 22.
Warning: Sex
Buddy woke with his fingers tangled in her hair.
All three of them had shifted during the night, moving closer together. Robin was snuggled between him and Violet, still fast asleep. Violet still slept on as well, her face turned towards him. One of her arms lay over his side, the other curled protectively around Robin.
He didn't dare move. He didn't dare breath.
If he did, she would wake up, and he would have to hear all the reason why this wouldn't work. He knew those reasons. He agreed with those reasons.
He just didn't want to hear them from her lips. He didn't want to hear her reject him, or hear how last night had been a mistake. Even though it had been.
Buddy didn't know why she kissed him, but he'd been insane to kiss her back. And to keep kissing her.
But it had been good. So damn good. Her taste had been addictive, and her skin had been so soft under his fingers. Almost as soft as her hair was right now.
How long could he keep her here? He was a genius, manipulating her into staying longer wouldn't be that hard. She was having trouble leaving as it was and she adored Robin.
She'd miss her family though, and eventually hate him for manipulating her.
He could wipe her memory. Wouldn't take much to make her family think she was dead or had just disappeared on her own. He could give her a new past; make it so she never wanted anything but to stay on the Island with him and Robin.
Buddy closed his eyes and let her hair slide through his fingers.
But she wouldn't be Violet. He'd be killing her.
He opened his eyes and his chest ached. He hated Mr. Incredible just as strongly in that moment, as he watched his daughter and Violet sleep, as he ever had.
He lost everything to that man.
"Buddy?" Violet’s voice was soft. She looked across at him worriedly, sleep still clouding her eyes, but worried. "You okay?"
He stroked her arm gently before he even realized he was doing it. "I'm fine. Good morning."
Violet scooted closer, and touched his face, her fingers closer to the thin scar that ran under his jaw than he would have liked. You couldn't see the scar but you could feel it.
"Good morning. Now what's wrong?" she asked again.
Buddy realized she had probably felt quite a few of his scars last night, as he pressed her against the wall. She could probably see quite a few right now. "You aren't going to let it go are you?"
Violet shook her head slightly; both of them keep their voices low. "No." She poked him in the chest. "Tell," she sounded and looked playful.
"Last night," he whispered, stroking the juncture of her elbow. A shiver ran through her frame.
Violet shook her head, the playfulness going. "We don't have to talk about it."
Buddy raised an eyebrow trying to pretend there wasn't a hollow sinking feeling in his stomach. "You want to pretend it didn't happen?" he asked carefully. "If that's what you want…"
Violet looked at him with an expression he couldn't place, and then sighed. "Are you sure you’re a genius?" she asked.
He scowled at her, pain turning into confusion. "What, you want to see my test scores? What does that have to do with ---?"
She sighed again and carefully leaned over Robin and kissed him.
His mind went blank of everything but her. Her lips, her smell, her taste. He had his fingers in her hair and they had to be careful, because Robin was still asleep, but oh god, this wasn't rejection. This tasted, felt, nothing like rejection.
"Oh," he managed when she pulled away.
"I know we need to talk, just not now," Violet whispered. "I just--for a day or two---"
He understood and reached out to stroke away a tear that spilled from her eye. "Your father would grind me into a pulp."
Violet giggled softly. "Nah, he stopped doing that to guys, my junior year. He just threatens them now, but it’s Mom their scared of."
"Anybody terrified of her right now?" he asked carefully. It never occurred to him, him - a genius, that she could have some boy back home waiting for her. What type would his Vi go for? The muscle bound super? The normal guy she met in class?
Violet shook her head. "No," she told him, and then smiled a bit wider. "So, how scared are you of Elastagirl?"
"Who’s Elastagirl?" a sleepy voice came from between them. "I'll protect you, Daddy."
Buddy burst into laughter that Violet joined.
***
The rain poured down outside, much as it had the day before. Violet sat curled up on the couch in the living room, with Robin beside her. A book of fairy tales lay open on Violet's lap, so Robin could see the pictures as she read.
"Once upon a time, there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness," Violet read.
Buddy looked up from where he sat, a sketch pad open in his lap. Violet probably assumed he was working on another design, not drawing her and Robin. "The Snow Queen?" He made a face.
"She picked it," Violet told him. "Now hush."
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Daddy," Robin complained.
Buddy laughed. "Alright, I'll be good. By all means, Vi, keep reading."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Well, now that I have his majesty's permission," she muttered.
"Now all the little sprites who followed him about, took the mirror, planning on having a joke with it. But they dropped the mirror and it broke into thousands and thousands of tiny shards. Before the sprites could think what to do, a cold wind scattered the shards all over the world."
Buddy watched his daughter listening intently to Violet, distracted from his drawing for the pleasure of watching them.
"Some pieces got into people's eyes and then people saw everything perverted. But even worse was that some even got a splinter in their heart, and it turned their heart into a lump of ice," Violet went on.
Buddy wondered if the next few days would just make things harder, and knew they would. Just sitting, listening to Violet read to Robin, made him want to say to hell with who her father was, to hell with Xerek and his threats, to hell with everything that threatened to take this from him.
It made him want to disappear, bury himself away with his inventions and try to forget.
"Kay did not feel the cold for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice. He was dragging along some pointed flat pieces of ice, which he laid together in all possible ways. In his eyes, the figures were extraordinarily beautiful. He found whole figures which represented a written word, but he could never manage to make just the word he wanted-- "eternity". The Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not figure it out."
He'd never liked this story and Robin was asleep. "She's asleep Violet."
Violet glanced over at the little girl. "Oh," she smiled, brushing back Robin's hair. "No wonder she was so quiet. I'll finish it later."
"It's a horrible story," Buddy muttered.
Violet frowned, looking puzzled. "Why? It was one of Anderson's better ones, the power of Greta's love saving Kay from being frozen forever."
"Maybe Kay liked being frozen," he said a bit more forcefully then he'd meant to. "Greta was selfish."
Violet closed the book and set it aside. "Maybe he'd just gotten used to it," she said softly. "I'm going to put Robin down for a nap."
Buddy got to his feet. "I'll do it," he told her, standing up and moving to scoop up his tiny sleeping daughter.
***
"The story struck a nerve, didn't it?" Violet asked, cornering Buddy that night after Robin was in bed. She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, pretending as if she didn't notice he was only wearing a towel. She'd forgotten he'd been working out earlier.
Buddy glared at her. "Don't you knock?"
"No, do you?" Violet shot back.
"This is my room," he pointed out.
She raised an eye brow at thim.
"It's just a stupid fairy tale, Vi. Don't read into it," Buddy warned, sitting down on his bed.
Violet folded her arms across her chest. "You seemed a bit upset by it."
Buddy ran his fingers through his damp hair, hanging loose around his shoulders. She kind of like it like that, but decided she'd miss his normal hair style.
"My mother loved that story."
"You hate the story because your mother loved it?" Violet asked in confusion.
"She loved all that ‘love and faith can overcome anything’ bullshit. Believed it, too," Buddy sounded bitter, angry. "You would have thought my father would have beaten that out of her, at some point."
Violet inhaled sharply.
Buddy looked at her steadily. "Yeah, sorry, didn't come from the Perfect American Family, like you did."
He didn't say it, but Violet knew it. His mother wasn't the only one his father beat. She slowly crossed the room to sit beside him on the bed. "Is that why you wanted to be my father's sidekick…his ward?"
"I don't want to talk about it,” Buddy growled.
Violet touched his right arm, the skin felt too smooth, too perfect and she remembered he probably couldn't feel it. She left her hand there though. "I'm not going to judge…."
"Bullshit," he snapped. "You're judging me right now. I don't need, or want, your pity."
Violet sighed in frustration. Why wouldn't he just talk? "Then what do you need, Buddy?"
Buddy looked at her for a long moment, his face softening. "You." The fingers of his left hand ghosted down her hair.
Her heart sped up as he gazed at her and she licked her lips. "Just me?"
He nodded. "For now," he smirked slightly, his fingers trailed up and over her shoulder and across her collar bone.
"And just what would you do with me?" she asked, before she licked at his fingers as they trailed up over her lips. Embarrassingly, her nipples hardened under her tank top, but she didn't let that stop her from leaning back slightly on the bed.
"I'm sure I can think of a few things," he assured her, his eyes dilating. "I'm a genius, you know."
Violet smiled; an open honest thing. She didn't know how they could go from annoyed at each other, to her wanting him so badly her legs felt weak. The ghost of a touch he trailed across her skin sent shivers down her spine that pooled in her belly as liquid heat.
"Well, then I guess you can have me."
His fingers trembled slightly on her skin, and then he was kissing her.
No. He wasn't kissing her, so much as staking claim to her mouth with his own. His left hand cupped the back of her head, while she felt his right hand come to rest on her hip. He was so careful touching her with his right hand.
Violet stroked her fingers over his bare chest, returning the teasing touches he'd given her. Then she flicked her tongue against his, running it over his teeth.
Buddy caught her tongue and sucked gently, drawing a moan from Violet. He was bearing her down against the bed, his weight half settling over her. She groaned again, running her hands over every bit of his skin she could reach.
Every suck of her tongue sent little currents through her system, making her hips arch. "Buddy," she whimpered when he left her mouth. He was nuzzling her jaw, kissing and licking his way down her throat. His hand cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple through the material.
"Can I take it off?" Buddy asked softly, moving back to her mouth to steal more kisses.
Violet opened her eyes and looked up into his, the blue almost swallowed up. "Yes," she told him, leaning up to kiss his shoulder.
"Violet, are you sure?" He asked pausing. "Anytime you want to stop, you just say the word and…"
Her hands slipped down his back. "I want this, I want you," she told him as she pulled the tank off.
"You're so beautiful," Buddy breathed, cupping her breasts. He sounded in awe.
"I'm not," Violet protested. "You've…you've probably seen girls more beautiful…Mirage..."
Buddy kissed her fiercely. "You are beautiful," he told her firmly. He lowered his head to her right breast, making a circle with his tongue around her nipple.
Violet whimpered again, her breath coming out faster. "Oh, god."
"Just me," Buddy teased, as he repeated the ministrations to her other breast. His fingers traced patterns on her stomach before slowly moving downward.
"You're not even a minor saint," Violet gasped, the bite losing much of its force.
Buddy's left hand came to rest on her inner thigh and she squirmed, wanting it higher.
He sucked at one of her nipples, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold his head there. "Oh, yes, please--yes," she whimpered, embarrassed by how vocal she was being, but unable to stop. She swore she could come from his mouth and him looking at her like that, alone.
"May I?" he asked softly, his fingers moving upwards, very gently brushing against the juncture between her legs and the dampness there, even through her track pants.
Violet spread her legs more and pushed herself up against his fingers. "What do you think?" she purred. She enjoyed the look of pure want that crossed his face as she did so.
His weight came down more fully on her as he stroked her through her pants, his right arm keeping him braced just above her. He'd abandoned her breasts for her mouth, and Violet didn't have the breath in her to complain.
She wanted, wanted, wanted -- her hips moving in time to his strokes. She'd had good sex before, but this…this…
She ran her hand down his body, until she could wrap her hand around his arousal. Buddy shuddered and groaned her name. "Vi, Vi."
Violet stroked him again, watching the way his eyes fell closed and his head tipped back. She had so much power here. And then she released him and was batting his hand away as she squirmed out of her pants.
His hands joined her in removing the offending garment. When it was pushed aside, Buddy pulled back, his eyes running over her. It took a lot for Violet not to cover herself with her arms, but she still blushed.
"Beautiful," he told her again, tracing his fingers across her bare skin, like she would disappear if he didn't keep checking that she was real. He didn't touch her with his right hand; that hand had stayed almost glued to the bed.
Violet let herself look at him fully, taking in the scars across his chest and left arm. She let her gaze go lower and felt her stomach quiver in anticipation of having him inside her. "Not half bad yourself," she told him teasingly. Then leaned up to kiss him, as self-doubt crossed his eyes. "I think you're handsome," she told him. "Beautiful." She kissed one of the scars on his chest.
The tenderness when he looked at her, took her breath away. "Vi," he whispered and slid a single finger into her.
Her hips left the bed and she forgot everything else but the sweet slide that wasn't quite enough. Buddy kissed her thoroughly as he made love to her with his fingers, drawing out whimpers and moans from her with every breath.
Then he was sliding his fingers out, and pulling them both further up the bed. Then he reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a condom. She dropped kisses to his back to distract herself from the fact that there were condoms by his bedside. "I'm on birth control," she told him.
Buddy kissed her and rolled on the condom. "No sense taking risks, though," he told her, between kisses.
Violet wrapped her arms about him and tugged. "Buddy."
She cried out wordlessly as he breached her, and it was overwhelming and amazing and suddenly her orgasm was right there. Violet whimpered and clung to him as he started to move in her.
"You're close aren't you?" He licked at her ear.
Violet made a noise of pleasure, pressing herself up against him, meeting every stroke.
"Please," she begged, wanting it to last, but wanting that grand pleasure that was just out of reach.
"Wrap your legs around me," Buddy groaned against her skin, and she realized vaguely that he was almost as gone as she was.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and keened at the change of angle. "Buddy, oh god, Buddy." Her arms trembled.
His hand pressed between their bodies and stroked her where they were joined.
Violet's head pressed back into the mattress, and she came with his name on her lips. A long, jerky rush of pleasure, so pure that her body shook with every jolt.
Moments later, Buddy cried his pleasure out into her mouth as he came.
With a shaky breath, she ran a hand down his sweaty back, her legs falling back to the bed. She couldn't think. Couldn't do more than try to remember how her lungs worked.
Buddy kissed her throat and held her close until both their bodies stopped trembling. Violet nuzzled his shoulder. "Think you broke me."
His laugh was soft but warm. "Good thing I'm good at fixing things then." He kissed her gently before he pulled out, leaving her only long enough to dispose of the condom and bring back a warm wash cloth.
Much to her embarrassment, he insisted on cleaning her up and did so with the utmost care. Then he was curling up with her in bed and she could wrap her arms around him.
They should talk, she knew that, but all she did was rest her head against his shoulder and close her eyes.
She felt Buddy pull the covers up. "Sleep well, Vi."
"Mmm," she muttered happily. "Will here, with you."
She heard him inhale sharply, but couldn't find the energy to open her eyes.