Kara sauntered into the small room they had rented two nights before, dropping a worn leather satchel on the bed by his feet. "Brought you a surprise."
"Is it angst? Please tell me it's not angst. It took me two damn days to get rid of that last law officer you brought after us... and I don't think he believed me when I said I was a preacher in disguise..." He looked suspiciously at the satchel, as if expecting it to explode, then looked around at the room. "Maybe there's a bathtub I can hide in, or somesuch..."
She laughed, shaking her head. 'Found a card game goin on cross town... seems the fella's round here had no clue a gal like me could possibly play."
He looked down at the satchel, one eyebrow raised in surprise. "I take it you learned them a serious lesson, real quick..."
She gave him a wink. "not too quick... let them think I was just a pretty face for a while, til they started betting big... then took the whole lot to the cleaners... go on , take a look..."
"I'll be happy if it's enough for dinner," he muttered. He reached out and teased the satchel open, then almost dropped it in surprise. "Wuh de ma! Who'd you fleece darlin', the governor?"
"A few fancy suited fellas... their wives were none too happy bout them playin cards with yours truly and dragged them on home before anyone could reclaim their winnings
Oh, now, that was mighty sweet... a classic shark's move. He told her as much, big grin on his face as he tried to work out how much she might've taken them for. "You got their shirts tucked somewhereabouts on you as well, perhaps?"
She reached into her pockets, pulling out a few choice pieces of jewelry and a gold watch. "No, But I did get a bit of the pretty...." She gave him a wink and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Well I'll be a buffalo's uncle. How much do you think you took them for, all told?" He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, staring across the gap at her.
"Damned if i know... but its plenty... maybe enough..." She gave him a hopeful yet triumphant grin. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Ever since that one kiss... Lords but he could get under her skin without even trying
She was practically shining as she spoke, and looked oddly like she was looking for ... reassurance? Appoval, maybe? He made a show of opening the satchel more, counting up what was there roughly, before closing it again with a look of wonder on his face. "Darlin' ... you could buy an old ship with this. Maybe even a small new one..."
She flashed him an enormous grin "Well I figure older is the way to go... gotta leave us something to live on til we get more comin in..."
"I just ... I don't have the words, Kara." She was handing him more money that he'd ever seen before. All he'd done was go round lookin' mean and gettin' small jobs... and she'd won them a damn ship. All she need to do was wrap a bow round it ...
"Then don't say anything... " She took a chance and got up, walking over to sit beside him. She hesitated only a moment before leaning in, catching his face in her hands before capturing his mouth with hers.
He felt the tired old springs of the bed shift and then she was kissing him, hands on his face, mouth working gently yet more than a little hungrily against his. The satchel went on the floor immediately, rolls of notes shifting slightly as he twisted to get both arms around her, the kiss broadening, become more insistent as he leaned into it.
Her bold move was rewarded when he returned the kiss. Lords but she had wanted to do that for days... no teasing, no taunting this time. They'd practically lived in each other's pockets since the day they met in that raging bar fight, but other than the one kiss that first day, they'd been nothing more than partners...
She tasted just like he imagined, that first time he thought of her as more than just another spacer. Her mouth had that faint trace of smoke, a little like burned ambrosia; she didn't shy away none either, fought him back through the kiss as hungrily as he went after her. He could help growling a little at the way she moved against him, and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth where he could start to tease it with his tongue and nibble softly.
She gasped, letting one hand slip behind his head to tangle in his hair, pushing the kiss further, her tongue brushing over his as she shifted to push him back onto the bed, moving with him as the old bed groaned in protest.
He let her push them both down onto the bed, his feet still flat against the floor. She kept her mouth locked to his, and it was the most damned erotic thing he'd ever felt. He moved one hand firmly behind her head, burying it in her hair as his other hand moved to the small of her back, pushing her down against him.
She shifted again, each knee pressing into the mattress on either side of his legs. A low groan escaped her throat as he pressed his hand against her back, pulling her flush against his body as the kiss lingered.
He realized that there was no way he was going to be able to do subtle. For the first time since the war ended, he was feeling alive, purposeful ... and she could've stopped a cruiser in it's tracks with a single glance. He started nipping at her lip more seriously, before pulling back to bury his mouth at the hollow of her throat, lavishing attention on her creamy-white skin. Even as he did so, his hand dropped from the back of her head so that both his hands could seize her hips in tandem, starting to move against her as if they weren't separated by both sets of clothing.
She tilted her head back, baring her neck to him as she ground her hips against his, shivers pulsing through her very core. Gods it had been so long... and it felt so damn good... so right...
He followed the line of her throat as she moved, first kissing, then nuzzling, then pillaging her throat, hips moving ever more insistently against her as he grabbed her flesh hard with both hands firmly, loving the feel of her pressing down on him.
A shudder ran through her, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she pressed against him. Good gods... he was driving her mad. With trembling hands she began to tug his shirt free of his pants, sliding her hand beneath to rest on his side.
Keeping hold of her with both hands he rolled, grinding himself against her as he did so, pining her beneath him. He pushed his body up on his elbows, mouth refusing to leave her neck as his hands started to work feverishly on the bindings of her flightsuit.
She wrapped her legs over his hips, surging against him, hands working on the buttons of his shirt until she had it open, running hands over bared flesh
Pinned tight inside her legs he flexed his stiff, forcing her down into the mattress as he worked against her, his hands practically tearing her suit open in the quest for more of her to touch, to taste.
She groaned, shoving his shirt over his shoulders, hands chasing the horizon of new skin over his shoulders and back. She ground her hips up against him
He wrenched her flightsuit down over her shoulders, pulling at it until it was down around her waist, then dragged her tees and bra up, groaning at the sight of her before plunging down to work his mouth feverishly across her exposed body.
Once free of the sleeves of her flight suit her fingers found his hair, tangling her fingers within the dark strands. "Gods Mal... "she gasped breathlessly
His hands swept inside her flightsuit, stroking and gripping at her as he pulled his mouth away from her body, face moving up next to hers. When he opened his eyes they felt like they were burning their way out of his head as he kissed her hungrily. "Kara ... want you..."
"want... you... to..." she gasped between feverish kisses.
He surged back off the bed at her words, pulling her up so that he could start to tug her flightsuit down from her waist and under her hips, feeling ready to explode out of his skin. "Now", he muttered over and over.
Her hands dropped to his belt, unbuckling it before starting to work on the button of his pants, her mouth finding his neck. "gods yes... now...
He worked with her hands, dragging his clothes and hers off as fast as he could before sweeping her up and back onto the bed. coming down with his mouth over hers, tongue working frantically in his mouth as he moved a hand between her thighs, working her as quickly and as hard as he dared.
She devoured him in the intensity of the returned kiss, bucking her hips against his hand, her breath hitching as she savored the building wave of tension.
She was fighting back against him as they moved together, pushing him higher until he could barely think. He moved one and then both legs between hers, moving his hands round under her back to pull him towards her as he entered her, need driving him faster and harder than he wanted to be, lost in the feeling of her.
She arched and groaned, shattering beneath him, completely absorbed in the moment, in the warmth of skin on skin, the way he filled her perfectly... she let herself surrender to him as they kissed.
He found himself driving into her, hungrily and hard, his mouth pulling back from hers feeling almost bruised as he muttered "not dead" before plunging back, chasing after her tongue like he was chasing after life itself, hands too firmly locked in her flesh to even think of moving.
She kissed him back with the same intensity until the need to breathe became an issue, his attentions pushing her to her limits. As she broke beneath him she let out a low but loud scream of pleasure, her body quivering...
His groan was a savage, primal thing as he erupted inside her, every part of him straining forward as his hands forced her tight against him, unable to think even of breathing as lights thundered and flashed behind his eyelids.
She held him close, still shaking. "Good gods..." she managed with a shaky breath.
He collapsed against her, lost in a whirl of warmth and shuddering pleasure. It wasn't until minutes later, when the haze had started to lift from his mind that he realized what he'd done - and to Kara. He felt the last embers of pleasure vanish in a torrent of shame, and found he couldn't bring his head up, couldn't meet her eyes. "I'm so sorry, darlin'..." he whispered. "Should've ... shouldn't have done that, not been so rough ... I'm sorry"
She slipped her hand beneath his chin, lifting his face so she could kiss him. "Don't.... don't ever apologize... that was incredible..."
He felt her lips moving on his, which felt bruised and tender. When he opened his eyes, they met hers, beautiful hazel green staring at him. He couldn't leave it alone ... he wanted to just start stroking her, holding her, telling her how wonderful she was, but all he could think of was the animal need that had driven him. "I used you... you're my friend, only friend I got left in this fang pi universe, and I used you..."
"Mal... get one thing straight.... If I didn't want it as much as you did, it wouldn't have happened..."
He couldn't help sounding a little lost and surprised as he asked "you wanted me too? You weren't just ... goin' along?"
"Who kissed who first...?" She asked with a flirty wink.
He gaped at her a little, then brought his mouth down to softly kiss her, one hand prying itself free to move up and gently stroke at her breast. "But who kissed who last?"
She groaned softly, eyes rolling back, her tongue snaking over her lip. "That has yet to be seen..."
"I never lose, darlin'... even with death." He pressed his lips against hers, tongue sneaking out to softly massage at her lips as his hand started to stroke a little more firmly, calloused palm pressed down against her soft pink nipple.
She groaned against his mouth, arching her back slightly, shockwaves of desire firing with each caress.
"Never lose," he whispered against her mouth, his other hand slipping underneath her to start gently kneading and stroking at her from behind, tongue fluttering gently against her lips.
She teasingly sucked his tongue into her mouth, nipping at his lip, hands roaming over his hip and side,
He felt himself start to harden again, still locked inside her from last time, nothing below their ribs having moved until he lifted his torso up to look down her body, seeing the odd bruise is hand had left on her skin. With a pained expression, he bent down to start gently kissing at the finger marks, as if trying to take any hurt away
She gasped, thrown for a moment at the sudden shift to gentleness.... Lords but the soft touch made her ache, in more ways than one... She gently caressed his cheek, biting her lip.
He kept moving slowly, tenderly, wanting to make up for all the sudden harshness of before, wanting to gently explore all of her. He worked his lips along her neck and shoulders, softly stroking and nuzzling at her, watching he skin almost seem to glow in the dim light of the room.
She buried her face in his neck, returning the gentle nuzzling, the soft tracing of hands over flesh.
He felt his skin coming alive under her touch, knots so old he'd long since forgotten them starting to ease a little; he spent several long minutes just nuzzling at her neck as she did his, fingers softly tracing all the old scars that marked her out as a soldier like him, one finger softly tracing the letters of her tattoo on her arm.
She slowly began to kiss up his neck, trailing soft kisses along his jaw before capturing his mouth in a soul-searing kiss that she felt all the way to her toes.
He didn't know what she was doing, how she was doing it, but suddenly he was trembling, shaking in her arms, kiss locking them together closer than anything else could, arms wrapped tight around each other.
She could feel his heard pounding in his chest where his skin was pressed to hers, she shifted, wrapping her legs over his.
He felt her legs move again to wrap round him, felt that thundering start to hammer in his veins again, and deliberately pulled himself back a little. He brought his face around close to hers again, his eyes dark as he looked into hers. "Kara ... I don't want to hurt you none ... but I want you again ... need you again. Tell me now, you want me to stop."
"Stop and I may have to kill you..." She growled in a low, husky voice.
He smirked, then grinned as her voice rippled up through him. "Now, that'd be something to see..." he remarked, as his hands moved down to cup her behind, tilting her hips towards him, "You couldn't kill me though ..." He started to move slowly inside her again. "I'm just too all-fired pretty for that..."
"You're damn right on that..." She licked her lips, kissing him again as she shifted beneath him, rocking and grinding her hips against his.
He spent a while playing with her, teasing at her tongue with his own, darting and hunting as he rocked against her, his lips slowly circling as he moved.
She used all of her weight to shift them, knocking him onto his back as the bed heaved and shook with a loud creak. She braced her hands against his shoulders, continuing to grind her hips against his.
He felt the bed warping a little under him as she forced him onto his back. When she started to grind against him again, he heard the headboard of the bed starting to rhythmically bang against the plaster and lathe wall that separated room from corridor, the low noise a counterpoint to the way he found himself gasping. He brought his hands up her arms and then along her shoulders, softly stroking against her until his hands finally reached her small, perfect breasts, cupping and teasing them as she moved, his eyes locked on hers.
She gasped, arching back, hips grinding and thrusting against his, a fine sheen of sweat glistening against her skin, making her glow in the dim light. Her rhythm began to falter as she neared her climax, body trembling.
He'd almost stopped moving, lost as he watched her move and arch against him, lost in the play of muscles moving under her skin as she seemed to keep him in constant motion, drawing him ever upwards. As she started to move out of sync, he found himself getting a little self control back ... celebrated it by moving one hand down to that soft, damp thatch of hair pressed against him, thumb rolling and stroking until he found that stiff little nub to tease.
She fell forward, bracing herself on shaking arms against his shoulders, a low, throaty moan tearing through her as she broke over the edge,
He caught her shoulders as she slumped forward, her head dropping towards him until he caught her mouth with his, holding her up as he kissed her urgently. He felt his hips buck upwards as she broke against him and he was away as well, surging into her with a sensation that was part-pain, part pleasure and all hers as the effects of a second time so soon after the first ripped through him.
She kissed him near desperately, still gasping to catch her breath, eventually pulling back and collapsing with her head against his shoulder.
He held her as she curled against him, head a reassuring, warm presence against his shoulder as his chest labored, pulling air back into his system. He felt warm and wet all over, the sweat from both of them drying gently on his skin as he brought a hand up to stroke softly at her hair. When he spoke, it was with pure wonderment. "Ain't never managed two so close together before... how did you manage to do that to me?"
"Hells if I know... but... Gods... that was incredible..." She closed her eyes and let herself rest.
He kept stroking her hair as he felt her slowing against him, eyes wide open and watching the ceiling for a long time, breath soft on his chest.
She drifted into a contented sleep, curled against him, not so much sated as exhausted.
He couldn't sleep, so he settled for lying still, staring down at her face as she relaxed; he paused to run a gentle touch along her cheek, scouting out the contours of her face as she slept, marveling that she could be so soft and so strong at the same time.
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