Live Truly, My Heart: Pt. 21
This is Trinity's story - We still haven't hit full-blown Big AU yet, but boy are we ever getting there. :-)
Note: Mouse still hasn't joined the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar.
Part One: Real
Part Two: Search and Rescue
Part Three: The Oracle Speaks
Part Four: Revelations
Part Five: Half of Her Heart
Part Six: Batteries
Part Seven: Life Goes On
Part Eight: Shattered Flight
Part Nine: Truth Be Told
Part Ten: Goodbye, My Friend
Part Eleven: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Part Twelve: Negotiations
Part Thirteen: Out of Order
Part Fourteen: Getting In
Part Fifteen: Getting Out
Part Sixteen: Breathe
Part Seventeen: Walls and Doorways
PArt Eighteen: Know Thyself
Part Nineteen: Hope and Dread
Part Twenty: Come Together
Title: Live Truly, My Heart
Fandom: The Matrix
Characters: Trinity, Switch, Apoc, and several thousand Zion dancers (who get largely ignored).
Pairing: Switch/Trinity, Switch/Apoc, Trin/Apoc
Rating: NC17 (or possibly X... um...)
Author’s Notes:
(1) This chapter contains...sex. Yeah. That's about it.
(2) I seem to have made Trinity a voyeur. Given the whole ‘scanning the Matrix Feed for potentials' thing, I suppose they all are, to one degree or another, but still... I wasn’t expecting that. :-)
Fire, Water, Earth
Sweat trickles down my back, slippery between my legs. It plasters my clothes to my skin, drips from my finger tips and the damp tendrils of my hair. Mud spatters to my knees, my feet are slick with it, the rich scent of earth thick in the air. Bodies moving, brushing against me, shifting in and out of the torch light - I can smell the smoke, smell the sweat, pungent, with every breath. Drum thunder all around me, and I ride the surge of heartbeat, drumbeat, flowing through me.
She moves like a flame, sharp and fluid at once, her body gleaming, her arms raised high, straining for heaven, her toes dug into the ground. He bends like a branch, moving with a steady grace, to press soft kisses along the length of her arm, stooping to drop them onto her damp hair, his hands framing her body, his own curls tumbling over her shoulder. I can smell the heady musk of sex in the humid air.
She opens her eyes - blue-green like hearts of flame - to look at me, inviting, and I feel myself igniting. How can I do anything but reach for her? How can I do anything but burn?
She pulls me close, brushes her lips against mine, kisses my cheek, my jaw, guides my hands onto her body. Her skin is slippery, slick as my thighs, and her hips move against mine, eager and rhythmic.
He kisses her neck, her shoulder, and I hesitate, uncertain.
Her hand slides up, brushing my breast, cupping my jaw, she looks into my eyes, smiles at me.
You knew, I realize, understanding.
Her eyebrows lift - a question, an invitation.
You knew.
I bend to kiss her mouth, hungry and grateful.
The air is thick with sound, the heavy pulse of drums, the panting breath of the multitude, thankful as I am.
I run my tongue along her collar bone, the smooth column of her neck, as she kisses his mouth. I slide my hands over his arms, dropping kisses on her pale shoulder, her fingers brush my breasts, making my insides tremble.
Switch turns her head, claims my mouth, hungrily. I close my eyes, letting myself drown in her kiss. I fancy I can taste Apoc on her lips. She shifts in my arms, kissing my neck, making my knees go weak.
I open my eyes, gasping, and it’s Apoc’s gaze I meet.
Brown as earth, I think.
I feel his tentative fingers on mine, and take his hand.
Arms around each other, all three of us. My fingers trace the sockets along her spine, slowly following the line of them down to the small of her back. In the circle of their arms, I watch him kiss her mouth, the gentle intensity of it, the way her lips part, the way her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
I lean in to kiss her earlobe, brushing my lips over her creamy skin, and she turns, meeting my lips, hungry and certain. Our tongues tangle together, her kiss is as familiar as breathing, and I need it just as much, pulling her closer still.
When his hand slides under my shirt, slipping across my lower back, I shiver at the unexpected touch. Switch pulls away, nuzzling my neck, fluttering kisses along my shoulder, and I turn my face to his. In this place, the press of bodies all around us, where the rules are so different, where secrets can be shared without fear, I can understand the how and why of my choices. I reach up and pull his mouth to mine.
His kiss is overwhelming, his tongue sweeps my mouth as though needing to taste all of me at once - I had forgotten, I think, how men kiss - all I can do is breath him in, clinging to his shoulder.
I feel her moving, shifting, beside me, behind me, so that I am pressed between their bodies. I can feel her breasts against my back, her kisses on my shoulders, her hands sliding over my thighs. Her light touch makes me gasp into his mouth, my hips jolting, grinding, against his. I can feel his hardness against me. The eager touch of his hands on my breasts, chafing my hard nipples, makes my stomach flutters.
Her lips, her tongue, on my earlobe, and then-
“Wanna get outa here?” she purrs against my ear. The sound of her voice, husky and low, sends delicious shivers down my spine.
He bends and takes my nipple in his mouth, suckling through the cloth. My fingers fist in his hair, pleasure lancing through me. I grope for her hand, squeezing her fingers, nodding, needing, unable to answer any other way.
Rising through the silent towers, alone with them at last, I can smell the sharp tang of their sweat, the earthy perfume musk. I kiss her shoulders, her neck, my head spinning from desire and the scent of their bodies, watching as he goes to his knees.
He could be praying, the way his hands slide over her thighs, the way his mouth moves on her belly.
Her head lolls on my shoulder. I brush her nipples with my thumbs and she groans. My stomach clenches. I reach down to guide him higher, trailing my fingers over her thighs, needing to hear her breath hitch, needing to hear her gasp and sigh.
Stumbling down the unfamiliar hallway, all of Zion is spread out before us, but we have eyes only for each other. She kisses me, gently, her lips soft on mine, our noses brushing. She slides on hand over my stomach, up to my breasts, tugs at the ties holding my shirt closed.
“Almost there,” she whispers against my ear, as she brushes the sodden fabric aside. I shiver at her touch.
He kisses my fingers, my palm, and I pull him closer, kiss his mouth.
“Let’s go.”
I watch as she lights the candles, her pale body lit by their warm glow. He has already helped me strip off my damp shirt, already led me to his bed. His arms are around me now, his hands planing my sides, his mouth, lush and warm, moves on my skin.
She drops the match into a steel dish, and it goes out, smoking a little. I turn my head to kiss him again, brushing my fingers through his hair.
He opens to me, his tongue slips into my mouth, hungry, tasting.
She settles behind me, I feel the mattress shift under her slight weight, feel her body press against mine, skin to silken skin. Her lips at my temple, she trails her fingers over my thighs, raising ripples of pleasure, making me moan against his mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, leaning against her strong shoulder, and he bends, taking my nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, his hands slipping to my hips, busy at the laces that bind my long skirts closed.
She kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. It is her hands that pull my skirts open, as he moves to suckle at my other breast, her hands that slip between my legs, her fingers sliding against my clit, steady and sure, making me arch and groan.
He bends lower, his hands tracing her arms, spilling kisses over my belly, over her hands.
I feel her breath hitch against my skin as he sucks on her fingers, his tongue slipping between them. He lifts her hand, kisses her palm - I feel her teeth graze my shoulder - and he buries his head between my thighs.
His mouth, his tongue, move on me, sliding over my slippery flesh, and I whimper, arching against him, aching for more.
God, did she teach him how to do this?
I am grinding against his mouth, shuddering with pleasure and with need. She cups my breasts, her fingers playing over my skin, every touch raising shivers, making me moan aloud. My toes are curling in the blankets and my back is arching.
Come on, please, I think, feeling the pressure building in my abdomen. Come on.
Her hands move on my flesh, finding all the secret spots she knows so well, making my breath race, gasping. He suckles my clit, his hungry mouth drawing me deeper into the surge and flow, into the undertow of my quaking climax.
“You liked that,” Switch murmurs. She sounds inordinately pleased.
All I can do is nod, panting, sprawled between her and Apoc. He runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh, setting off new shivers, making me groan.
“God,” I gasp. “Keep doing that, and I’ll die.” Not, I add, to myself, That it would be a bad way to go.
He chuckles.
She takes his hand, brings it to her lips, presses a kiss to his fingertips.
She looks down at me, her eyes gentle.
“I liked watching you come,” she tells me, trailing her fingers over my ribs.
I shiver, reaching up to touch her cheek.
She closes her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. She turns her head and kisses the palm of my hand.
I shift, tucking my legs under me. I cup her cheek in my hand, turn her face back to mine, kiss her lips, soft and light.
I can taste the sweat on her body, sharp and salty on my lips.
“Lie down,” I suggest, softly, helping her to stretch out.
I pull my discarded skirt out of the way, dropping it over the side of the bed.
He is at my back, now, dropping light kisses on my shoulders. She is stretched out before me. Even with her wrap still tied, I can see the slickness on her thighs, reflecting the candlelight. I run my hands eagerly over her body, and she arches her back for me, sighing, smiling.
I tug at the knots holding her wraps closed at her waist.
“Let’s get you out of this,” I breathe, needing to see, to touch, every part of her.
He is running his hands over her legs, dropping kisses from her ankles to her knees, and I am stretched out beside her, my fingers playing over her white body, teasing the brown tips of her nipples.
She runs her fingers through my still damp hair, tracing my jaw with her thumb, and pulls me down for a kiss, sucking gently at my lower lip.
I feel her hips arch, her fingers grip more tightly against my scalp, and she whimpers into my mouth. I feel my stomach flutter, and wonder what he’s doing to her to make her moan like that, move like that.
He kisses her mouth, her neck, his hand sliding between her legs. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes close as she strokes his hair.
They are so beautiful, I think, brushing the inside of her thigh.
He moves lower, kissing her shoulder, and I bend to kiss her mouth, finding her tight nipple, teasing it with my fingers.
I can feel the rise and fall of her breath, the way it grows ragged. I can feel myself responding, my own heart racing, my own thighs slick with want.
Her body jolts and she groans aloud.
I turn my head to see -
“Oh…” I breath, watching the rhythmic arching of her hips. His fingers are deep inside of her.
He looks at me, his dark eyes grown darker with desire. I look at Switch, whose eyes are closed, who is sighing deeply, her head thrown back. I slide my hand down from her small breast, finding my way through the pale curls of her mons to the slippery warm place between her legs.
“Oh, god,” she breathes, when my fingers brush her clit. I bend, dropping kisses on her pale skin, my fingers busy, circling, teasing, trying to please her as best I can. “Oh, god…”
Our fingers are slippery from touching her. Apoc takes my hand, sucks my fingers clean, his tongue moving on and between them, making my head spin.
I run my fingers through Switch’s hair.
She puts her hand to her head, catching her breath.
“Mmm,” she muses, sitting up. “Dizzy.”
I kiss her lips, soft and light, her smooth cheek, flushed with pale colour.
“That’s a good sign,” I murmur.
“Mmhmm…”
Apoc pulls her into his arms.
“Little sister,” he whispers into her hair, nuzzling against her.
“Little brother,” she answers, smiling, kissing him, softly.
Just for a moment, I feel out of place, like I’m intruding again. But she turns to me, her eyes shining, reaching for me.
“Come here,” she murmurs, slipping her arm around me.
I press closer, brushing my nose against hers. She kisses my lips lightly, and I cup her cheek, wanting more.
I feel his hands sliding over my back, my thigh, his unexpected kiss by my ear. I turn to find his mouth, claim it with a kiss.
She unwraps him like a gift, holding his eyes with hers as she loosens the knots, brushes the fabric aside, setting him free. I trail my fingers lightly over his chest, teasing his nipples, realizing as I do that he is trembling. I kiss his ear, suckling gently on the lobe.
My stomach flutters when he groans.
I kiss his shoulders, pull him back against me, catch the smile, heavy lidded, that she offers me.
I watch her climb into his lap, half expecting her to take him inside her. She kisses him, his head resting on my shoulder. His arms come hard around her, holding her close. My breath races, watching that kiss, wanting that kiss.
When she pulls away, her fingers tracing lightly over his lips, he presses kisses against them, his hands sliding over her body. She turns to me, offering me a kiss over his shoulder, her hand slipping, gently, behind my head, pulling me closer.
Oh, Her kiss goes through me hard, making me shudder, my whole body tingles, pressed against his back. I slide my hands over his muscled arms, find her side, the angle of her shoulder blade.
“Watch,” she whispers, pulling away.
I do.
I watch, running my tongue along the edge of his sensitive ear, hearing his breath hitch, as she slips her hand between her own legs.
I watch as her busy fingers slick with her own wetness, her eyes closing in pleasure. I slide my hand over her thigh, trailing my fingers over her downy skin, feeling the ache between my own legs, wanting her.
She takes him in her hands, slippery fingered, and he moans, softly. I feel his hips move.
She leans closer, kisses his lips, hungrily. Below, her hands are working, milking him slowly, steadily. He cups her small breasts in his hands, panting, stroking her hard nipples with his thumbs.
I can feel my own wetness, my own arousal. I slide one hand over his thigh, the other, carefully, between his legs, cupping him, my fingers stroking lightly. I press my lips to his throat and feel his pulse racing. His thigh tenses under my hand and he whimpers, his hips straining.
Soon, I think, dropping slow kisses along his firm shoulder. Any time.
I feel the spasm run through his body when he comes, groaning, in a fountain of white, and I shift, letting him lie down.
The smile he gives her is so beautiful.
I watch her stretch over him to kiss his mouth.
“I think,” she murmurs, softly, “We need a rag.”
It’s true. His dusky body is glistening with pearly droplets.
When he tries to sit again, she presses him onto the blankets.
“I’ll get it,” she offers, kissing him lightly.
I watch her slip off the bed, wander into the shadows beyond the candle light.
I look down at him, his sleepy eyes, the blissed-out smile on his handsome face.
I can’t help but laugh, a little nervous, a little uncertain of what comes next.
“Thanks,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. I hear the sounds of rummaging coming from the dark beyond the bed.
He takes my hand, kisses my palm, still smiling.
“Thank you.”
He is sleeping now, his mouth slightly open, stretched out on one side of the bed.
I look at Switch, who gazes back at me. She takes my hand, kisses my finger tips.
“You knew,” I murmur.
She smiles, nodding.
“Only for about a week,” she answers, softly. Her mouth quirks. “I don’t think anyone else noticed,” she offers. She knows me well enough to know that I wouldn’t want to have been obvious.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For sharing. For…” I trail off, looking at her. “You can’t tell me this whole thing wasn’t planned.”
She grins.
“Not entirely,” she admits. “We didn’t know about the Gathering until we got here.”
I laugh, softly, at that. It was planned.
“God, I’m easy,” I remark.
She bites her lip, trying to hold back a laugh and not quite succeeding.
“Thank god for that,” she answers. She caresses my cheek with her hand, brushing tendrils of my hair behind my ear.
I close the distance between us, offering a kiss.
She accepts it, her lips parting under mine, her tongue tasting my mouth, gently.
I gather her closer, feeling my desires stirring again.
*~*~*~*~*
Part Twenty Two: Afterglow
Comments would be very much appreciated. :-D
Note: Mouse still hasn't joined the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar.
Part One: Real
Part Two: Search and Rescue
Part Three: The Oracle Speaks
Part Four: Revelations
Part Five: Half of Her Heart
Part Six: Batteries
Part Seven: Life Goes On
Part Eight: Shattered Flight
Part Nine: Truth Be Told
Part Ten: Goodbye, My Friend
Part Eleven: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Part Twelve: Negotiations
Part Thirteen: Out of Order
Part Fourteen: Getting In
Part Fifteen: Getting Out
Part Sixteen: Breathe
Part Seventeen: Walls and Doorways
PArt Eighteen: Know Thyself
Part Nineteen: Hope and Dread
Part Twenty: Come Together
Title: Live Truly, My Heart
Fandom: The Matrix
Characters: Trinity, Switch, Apoc, and several thousand Zion dancers (who get largely ignored).
Pairing: Switch/Trinity, Switch/Apoc, Trin/Apoc
Rating: NC17 (or possibly X... um...)
Author’s Notes:
(1) This chapter contains...sex. Yeah. That's about it.
(2) I seem to have made Trinity a voyeur. Given the whole ‘scanning the Matrix Feed for potentials' thing, I suppose they all are, to one degree or another, but still... I wasn’t expecting that. :-)
Fire, Water, Earth
Sweat trickles down my back, slippery between my legs. It plasters my clothes to my skin, drips from my finger tips and the damp tendrils of my hair. Mud spatters to my knees, my feet are slick with it, the rich scent of earth thick in the air. Bodies moving, brushing against me, shifting in and out of the torch light - I can smell the smoke, smell the sweat, pungent, with every breath. Drum thunder all around me, and I ride the surge of heartbeat, drumbeat, flowing through me.
She moves like a flame, sharp and fluid at once, her body gleaming, her arms raised high, straining for heaven, her toes dug into the ground. He bends like a branch, moving with a steady grace, to press soft kisses along the length of her arm, stooping to drop them onto her damp hair, his hands framing her body, his own curls tumbling over her shoulder. I can smell the heady musk of sex in the humid air.
She opens her eyes - blue-green like hearts of flame - to look at me, inviting, and I feel myself igniting. How can I do anything but reach for her? How can I do anything but burn?
She pulls me close, brushes her lips against mine, kisses my cheek, my jaw, guides my hands onto her body. Her skin is slippery, slick as my thighs, and her hips move against mine, eager and rhythmic.
He kisses her neck, her shoulder, and I hesitate, uncertain.
Her hand slides up, brushing my breast, cupping my jaw, she looks into my eyes, smiles at me.
You knew, I realize, understanding.
Her eyebrows lift - a question, an invitation.
You knew.
I bend to kiss her mouth, hungry and grateful.
The air is thick with sound, the heavy pulse of drums, the panting breath of the multitude, thankful as I am.
I run my tongue along her collar bone, the smooth column of her neck, as she kisses his mouth. I slide my hands over his arms, dropping kisses on her pale shoulder, her fingers brush my breasts, making my insides tremble.
Switch turns her head, claims my mouth, hungrily. I close my eyes, letting myself drown in her kiss. I fancy I can taste Apoc on her lips. She shifts in my arms, kissing my neck, making my knees go weak.
I open my eyes, gasping, and it’s Apoc’s gaze I meet.
Brown as earth, I think.
I feel his tentative fingers on mine, and take his hand.
Arms around each other, all three of us. My fingers trace the sockets along her spine, slowly following the line of them down to the small of her back. In the circle of their arms, I watch him kiss her mouth, the gentle intensity of it, the way her lips part, the way her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
I lean in to kiss her earlobe, brushing my lips over her creamy skin, and she turns, meeting my lips, hungry and certain. Our tongues tangle together, her kiss is as familiar as breathing, and I need it just as much, pulling her closer still.
When his hand slides under my shirt, slipping across my lower back, I shiver at the unexpected touch. Switch pulls away, nuzzling my neck, fluttering kisses along my shoulder, and I turn my face to his. In this place, the press of bodies all around us, where the rules are so different, where secrets can be shared without fear, I can understand the how and why of my choices. I reach up and pull his mouth to mine.
His kiss is overwhelming, his tongue sweeps my mouth as though needing to taste all of me at once - I had forgotten, I think, how men kiss - all I can do is breath him in, clinging to his shoulder.
I feel her moving, shifting, beside me, behind me, so that I am pressed between their bodies. I can feel her breasts against my back, her kisses on my shoulders, her hands sliding over my thighs. Her light touch makes me gasp into his mouth, my hips jolting, grinding, against his. I can feel his hardness against me. The eager touch of his hands on my breasts, chafing my hard nipples, makes my stomach flutters.
Her lips, her tongue, on my earlobe, and then-
“Wanna get outa here?” she purrs against my ear. The sound of her voice, husky and low, sends delicious shivers down my spine.
He bends and takes my nipple in his mouth, suckling through the cloth. My fingers fist in his hair, pleasure lancing through me. I grope for her hand, squeezing her fingers, nodding, needing, unable to answer any other way.
Rising through the silent towers, alone with them at last, I can smell the sharp tang of their sweat, the earthy perfume musk. I kiss her shoulders, her neck, my head spinning from desire and the scent of their bodies, watching as he goes to his knees.
He could be praying, the way his hands slide over her thighs, the way his mouth moves on her belly.
Her head lolls on my shoulder. I brush her nipples with my thumbs and she groans. My stomach clenches. I reach down to guide him higher, trailing my fingers over her thighs, needing to hear her breath hitch, needing to hear her gasp and sigh.
Stumbling down the unfamiliar hallway, all of Zion is spread out before us, but we have eyes only for each other. She kisses me, gently, her lips soft on mine, our noses brushing. She slides on hand over my stomach, up to my breasts, tugs at the ties holding my shirt closed.
“Almost there,” she whispers against my ear, as she brushes the sodden fabric aside. I shiver at her touch.
He kisses my fingers, my palm, and I pull him closer, kiss his mouth.
“Let’s go.”
I watch as she lights the candles, her pale body lit by their warm glow. He has already helped me strip off my damp shirt, already led me to his bed. His arms are around me now, his hands planing my sides, his mouth, lush and warm, moves on my skin.
She drops the match into a steel dish, and it goes out, smoking a little. I turn my head to kiss him again, brushing my fingers through his hair.
He opens to me, his tongue slips into my mouth, hungry, tasting.
She settles behind me, I feel the mattress shift under her slight weight, feel her body press against mine, skin to silken skin. Her lips at my temple, she trails her fingers over my thighs, raising ripples of pleasure, making me moan against his mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, leaning against her strong shoulder, and he bends, taking my nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, his hands slipping to my hips, busy at the laces that bind my long skirts closed.
She kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. It is her hands that pull my skirts open, as he moves to suckle at my other breast, her hands that slip between my legs, her fingers sliding against my clit, steady and sure, making me arch and groan.
He bends lower, his hands tracing her arms, spilling kisses over my belly, over her hands.
I feel her breath hitch against my skin as he sucks on her fingers, his tongue slipping between them. He lifts her hand, kisses her palm - I feel her teeth graze my shoulder - and he buries his head between my thighs.
His mouth, his tongue, move on me, sliding over my slippery flesh, and I whimper, arching against him, aching for more.
God, did she teach him how to do this?
I am grinding against his mouth, shuddering with pleasure and with need. She cups my breasts, her fingers playing over my skin, every touch raising shivers, making me moan aloud. My toes are curling in the blankets and my back is arching.
Come on, please, I think, feeling the pressure building in my abdomen. Come on.
Her hands move on my flesh, finding all the secret spots she knows so well, making my breath race, gasping. He suckles my clit, his hungry mouth drawing me deeper into the surge and flow, into the undertow of my quaking climax.
“You liked that,” Switch murmurs. She sounds inordinately pleased.
All I can do is nod, panting, sprawled between her and Apoc. He runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh, setting off new shivers, making me groan.
“God,” I gasp. “Keep doing that, and I’ll die.” Not, I add, to myself, That it would be a bad way to go.
He chuckles.
She takes his hand, brings it to her lips, presses a kiss to his fingertips.
She looks down at me, her eyes gentle.
“I liked watching you come,” she tells me, trailing her fingers over my ribs.
I shiver, reaching up to touch her cheek.
She closes her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. She turns her head and kisses the palm of my hand.
I shift, tucking my legs under me. I cup her cheek in my hand, turn her face back to mine, kiss her lips, soft and light.
I can taste the sweat on her body, sharp and salty on my lips.
“Lie down,” I suggest, softly, helping her to stretch out.
I pull my discarded skirt out of the way, dropping it over the side of the bed.
He is at my back, now, dropping light kisses on my shoulders. She is stretched out before me. Even with her wrap still tied, I can see the slickness on her thighs, reflecting the candlelight. I run my hands eagerly over her body, and she arches her back for me, sighing, smiling.
I tug at the knots holding her wraps closed at her waist.
“Let’s get you out of this,” I breathe, needing to see, to touch, every part of her.
He is running his hands over her legs, dropping kisses from her ankles to her knees, and I am stretched out beside her, my fingers playing over her white body, teasing the brown tips of her nipples.
She runs her fingers through my still damp hair, tracing my jaw with her thumb, and pulls me down for a kiss, sucking gently at my lower lip.
I feel her hips arch, her fingers grip more tightly against my scalp, and she whimpers into my mouth. I feel my stomach flutter, and wonder what he’s doing to her to make her moan like that, move like that.
He kisses her mouth, her neck, his hand sliding between her legs. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes close as she strokes his hair.
They are so beautiful, I think, brushing the inside of her thigh.
He moves lower, kissing her shoulder, and I bend to kiss her mouth, finding her tight nipple, teasing it with my fingers.
I can feel the rise and fall of her breath, the way it grows ragged. I can feel myself responding, my own heart racing, my own thighs slick with want.
Her body jolts and she groans aloud.
I turn my head to see -
“Oh…” I breath, watching the rhythmic arching of her hips. His fingers are deep inside of her.
He looks at me, his dark eyes grown darker with desire. I look at Switch, whose eyes are closed, who is sighing deeply, her head thrown back. I slide my hand down from her small breast, finding my way through the pale curls of her mons to the slippery warm place between her legs.
“Oh, god,” she breathes, when my fingers brush her clit. I bend, dropping kisses on her pale skin, my fingers busy, circling, teasing, trying to please her as best I can. “Oh, god…”
Our fingers are slippery from touching her. Apoc takes my hand, sucks my fingers clean, his tongue moving on and between them, making my head spin.
I run my fingers through Switch’s hair.
She puts her hand to her head, catching her breath.
“Mmm,” she muses, sitting up. “Dizzy.”
I kiss her lips, soft and light, her smooth cheek, flushed with pale colour.
“That’s a good sign,” I murmur.
“Mmhmm…”
Apoc pulls her into his arms.
“Little sister,” he whispers into her hair, nuzzling against her.
“Little brother,” she answers, smiling, kissing him, softly.
Just for a moment, I feel out of place, like I’m intruding again. But she turns to me, her eyes shining, reaching for me.
“Come here,” she murmurs, slipping her arm around me.
I press closer, brushing my nose against hers. She kisses my lips lightly, and I cup her cheek, wanting more.
I feel his hands sliding over my back, my thigh, his unexpected kiss by my ear. I turn to find his mouth, claim it with a kiss.
She unwraps him like a gift, holding his eyes with hers as she loosens the knots, brushes the fabric aside, setting him free. I trail my fingers lightly over his chest, teasing his nipples, realizing as I do that he is trembling. I kiss his ear, suckling gently on the lobe.
My stomach flutters when he groans.
I kiss his shoulders, pull him back against me, catch the smile, heavy lidded, that she offers me.
I watch her climb into his lap, half expecting her to take him inside her. She kisses him, his head resting on my shoulder. His arms come hard around her, holding her close. My breath races, watching that kiss, wanting that kiss.
When she pulls away, her fingers tracing lightly over his lips, he presses kisses against them, his hands sliding over her body. She turns to me, offering me a kiss over his shoulder, her hand slipping, gently, behind my head, pulling me closer.
Oh, Her kiss goes through me hard, making me shudder, my whole body tingles, pressed against his back. I slide my hands over his muscled arms, find her side, the angle of her shoulder blade.
“Watch,” she whispers, pulling away.
I do.
I watch, running my tongue along the edge of his sensitive ear, hearing his breath hitch, as she slips her hand between her own legs.
I watch as her busy fingers slick with her own wetness, her eyes closing in pleasure. I slide my hand over her thigh, trailing my fingers over her downy skin, feeling the ache between my own legs, wanting her.
She takes him in her hands, slippery fingered, and he moans, softly. I feel his hips move.
She leans closer, kisses his lips, hungrily. Below, her hands are working, milking him slowly, steadily. He cups her small breasts in his hands, panting, stroking her hard nipples with his thumbs.
I can feel my own wetness, my own arousal. I slide one hand over his thigh, the other, carefully, between his legs, cupping him, my fingers stroking lightly. I press my lips to his throat and feel his pulse racing. His thigh tenses under my hand and he whimpers, his hips straining.
Soon, I think, dropping slow kisses along his firm shoulder. Any time.
I feel the spasm run through his body when he comes, groaning, in a fountain of white, and I shift, letting him lie down.
The smile he gives her is so beautiful.
I watch her stretch over him to kiss his mouth.
“I think,” she murmurs, softly, “We need a rag.”
It’s true. His dusky body is glistening with pearly droplets.
When he tries to sit again, she presses him onto the blankets.
“I’ll get it,” she offers, kissing him lightly.
I watch her slip off the bed, wander into the shadows beyond the candle light.
I look down at him, his sleepy eyes, the blissed-out smile on his handsome face.
I can’t help but laugh, a little nervous, a little uncertain of what comes next.
“Thanks,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. I hear the sounds of rummaging coming from the dark beyond the bed.
He takes my hand, kisses my palm, still smiling.
“Thank you.”
He is sleeping now, his mouth slightly open, stretched out on one side of the bed.
I look at Switch, who gazes back at me. She takes my hand, kisses my finger tips.
“You knew,” I murmur.
She smiles, nodding.
“Only for about a week,” she answers, softly. Her mouth quirks. “I don’t think anyone else noticed,” she offers. She knows me well enough to know that I wouldn’t want to have been obvious.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For sharing. For…” I trail off, looking at her. “You can’t tell me this whole thing wasn’t planned.”
She grins.
“Not entirely,” she admits. “We didn’t know about the Gathering until we got here.”
I laugh, softly, at that. It was planned.
“God, I’m easy,” I remark.
She bites her lip, trying to hold back a laugh and not quite succeeding.
“Thank god for that,” she answers. She caresses my cheek with her hand, brushing tendrils of my hair behind my ear.
I close the distance between us, offering a kiss.
She accepts it, her lips parting under mine, her tongue tasting my mouth, gently.
I gather her closer, feeling my desires stirring again.
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Part Twenty Two: Afterglow
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