Let Go - Part 8
Title: Let Go (part 8)
Author: Kelly aka pittchic04
Rating: R
Warning: This part has been rated R for language and sexual situations.
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Genre: Romance, Drama
Spoilers: thru "Fever" for sure
Summary: Beth gets into trouble and runs to Mick for help. Stuff happens ; )
Disclaimer: CBS owns the show and characters. If they were mine there'd be a lot more Josef, Mick & Beth would live happily ever after, and Moonlight or a live Mick-cam would be on 24/7.
Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Thanks for all the great comments!
Remember: This is set after Fever, so none of the episodes after 1x04 have happened yet in this fic.
Authors Note: I've never written anything like this before. I'm still pretty embarassed about posting it so please let me know what you think.
Let Go - Part 8
Beth started typing, pretending not to notice the room’s rising temperature. “Start talking, St. John.” She ordered after a moment of silence.
Mick swallowed hard, confusion clouding his vision. She wanted him to talk?! He cleared his throat, grasping for a topic and coming up with nothing that required clothes. “What do you want to know?”
Her smile widened and he belatedly remembered why you never gave a reporter an opening. Especially when that reporter was Beth.
“Hmm…” Beth feigned innocence as she pretended to think, and Mick knew he was in serious trouble. “How does it work? Between vampires and humans, I mean. Obviously, you still work.” She slid her foot forward to stroke the top of his thigh and he stilled, not even daring to breathe. Part of him was screaming to pull away while the other part was begging to press into her, to get her touch where he needed it most.
Beth watched his eyes following the path of her foot as it trailed along his jean-clad thigh. “So, is everything normal or do vampires need…more?” She brushed her toe against the rise in his jeans and he shuddered.
He forced his mind to focus on her question and not her delicately distracting foot. “Um,” he mumbled, his voice tight with arousal as he stalled for time so his sluggish brain could catch up. He pressed himself deeper into the couch, resisting the urge to thrust against her. He closed his eyes to block it out, but that just caused his already keen senses to heighten.
He could hear her bare foot softly scraping against the roughness of his jeans and feel the slight breeze created by her breathing. Her thudding heartbeat, always there in the background, moved to the front of his mind. He could hear the excitement pulsing through her veins and feel the heat radiating from deep inside her, matching the fire she’d ignited inside him.
“Mick?” She questioned, her sweet voice teasing his sensitive ears. Her foot stilled against his lap and he heard her set the laptop on the coffee table. He sensed her move closer and felt the slight dip in the cushion as she knelt next to him, but he stayed frozen both from the anticipation and the fear.
Beth placed a palm against his cheek and his eyes flew open, his smoky gaze locking on her brilliantly blue eyes. Their noses were almost touching. It wouldn’t take much to close the space between them, but that would be wrong. He had to do the right thing for Beth, even if she didn’t understand that now. He needed to move, to escape. He needed…
His thoughts trailed off when he saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips. His eyes immediately dropped to her mouth, watching almost in slow motion as her tongue traced her lips. Unconsciously, his own tongue slipped out to lick his lips, savoring the memory of her taste.
“Ah, fuck it!” He gave up with a rough curse and greedily took her mouth. His tongue delved between her lips, needing to taste her again with a hunger more fierce than any bloodlust.
Beth responded, kissing him back with just as much passion. Her hands moved to his neck, trying to pull him closer. That was all the encouragement Mick needed. Beth felt strong hands on her waist, lifting her up to straddle his hips.
She ran her fingers through his wavy hair, loving the feel of his long, soft strands and using it to urge him closer. Mick’s hands slid up her body, tracing her outline through her shirt and driving her insane with his light caresses. He stopped at the swell of her breasts, running his thumbs along her bra line as he teased his tongue across her lips.
Beth rocked against him, rolling her head back on a moan when his thumb lightly stroked her nipple. Mick placed one hand against her back to support her, holding her close as he traced the creamy line of skin between her shirt and jeans. She spread her knees wider, opening herself to him more, and Mick moved forward. He shifted his hips for a better fit, groaning when Beth moved against him.
She sought out his lips again, taking control this time. She gently nibbled his bottom lip, feeling the shiver it sent through his body as he arched into her. She took his lip again, more firmly this time. And just like in the kitchen, the love bites flipped a switch. Mick moved faster than human eyes could follow, and Beth found herself crushed against his chest.
“Upstairs. Now.” He growled breathlessly. He felt her nod against his chest but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear her say the words. “Tell me its okay.”
“Yes. Now, Mick.” Beth softly kissed his throat, reassuring his white-knight streak. “I need you now.” He quickly stood, keeping Beth hugged tightly to his chest as he lifted her into his arms and hurried to the stairs.
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It took them mere seconds to reach the bedroom and he had to admit that being a vampire did have its perks. If it had taken even a second longer to reach the bed, he might have taken her on the stairs…or against the wall. His mind rapidly conjured a dozen fantasies as he effortlessly tossed the comforter from the bed while keeping her safely tucked in his arms. He gently laid her down and stepped back to enjoy the view of her in his bed, even though he didn’t sleep there. Every fantasy quickly evaporated, replaced by the image of her body spread against the deep blue sheets waiting for him to come home.
Beth reached out to him, slipping her fingers in the front of his jeans and tugging him closer by his belt buckle. He stopped at the edge of the bed next to her head and kneeled down, forcing her to release him. Mick stared down at her in awe of the breathtaking sight before him. He lightly ran his knuckles along her cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered.
“So are you.” She smiled, bringing her hand up to cup his face. He took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her palm and trailing kisses down her arm until he reached her sleeve.
Mick moved to her mouth and joined her on the bed, slowly reigniting the fire in both of them. He slid his hands under her shirt, helping her sit up to take it off. He deftly released the clasp of her bra, sliding it off and tossing it into a nearby corner. He moved to her breast, gently sucking as her fingers raked across his back, tugging his shirt up. He had to lean back to pull it off, but Beth was back in his arms before his shirt had hit the floor.
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Mick caught Beth’s lips in another searing kiss as she climbed onto his lap, shifting closer until they were perfectly aligned. He cursed their half-dressed state, thinking how amazing it would feel to slide inside her now. He reached for the button on her jeans but she placed a hand on his shoulder, gently urging him down until his back touched the cool sheets. She followed him down, never breaking their kiss, then pulled back to admire his masculine perfection.
She traced the lines of his six-pack abs, teasing him with soft caresses before following the trail to his belt. He sucked in a deep breath as her fingers drifted lower, slowly tracing his fly and feeling his body flex beneath her touch. Unable to resist, she gently cupped him through his jeans and his hips immediately bucked, pressing himself more tightly into her palm.
“Beth,” he rasped warningly, not sure he could take much more. It had been far too many years since he’d had a woman like this and he was on the ragged edge.
“Shh, I know.” Beth smiled down at him as she brought her hands back to his belt, feeling the same burning need even though she hated to stop touching him. She’d be happy to spend an entire day just exploring his body…later. Now, she needed him.