It was some time later when she woke, somewhat disoriented, having been quite sure she fell asleep on Mal's chest. The bed was quite empty now, however and she slowly sat up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. "Mal?"
He heard her call out, and walked back into the room from the bathroom, the open door letting a cloud of steam out. "You're awake, eh darlin'? Good to see you up again." He smiled easily, eyes moving over her slowly. "I've been runnin' us a couple of baths... figured we could use them to get cleaned up a little."
A soft smile crossed her face as she slowly got up, letting the blanket fall to the floor as she lazily sauntered towards the bathroom.
He caught her midway to the bathroom, pulling her in close to him, to where he could kiss her again. "No regrets, Kara?" He couldn't help but ask; if she was going to decide they shouldn't be friends after this, after he spiraled so far out of control, he wanted to be prepared.
She brought a hand to his cheek, returning the kis soundly. "No regrets..."
He smiled, and let his hands run gently down her back again. "Well, the baths are hot ... which means they'll stay hot for a while..."
"You have something in mind?" A teasing smile crossing her features as her own hands stroked over his hips*
He moved his hands lower, pressing her to him a little, letting her get the picture clearly. "Well, I do ... assuming it wouldn't be an awful inconvenience, of course..."
She grinned, lightly licking her lips. "Now.. I think that is a mighty fine idea... no inconvenience at all...
He bent forward a little, tongue tracing the same path along her lips he'd seen her just mark. "Oh, I was hopin' you'd say that..."
She let her hand linger on his hip as she kissed him passionately. Lords but it felt so damned good to just let go, no expectations... no complications
Most women would've torn his damn head off by now, just for suggesting anything so ... casual. Not Kara, though; she was free a spirit as he'd ever seen, and Lord God Almighty, did she taste and feel good against him. Whatever act of fate had brought them together in that rat-pit, Mal was glad for. He started gently stroking the skin of her back and rear, trying to tease a little sensation out of already well-teased flesh.
She groaned softly, moving forward, pressing him back against the doorframe, her mouth teasing his.
He felt himself filling out, the press of her warm body against his an almost physical shock in the cool air of the room. He worked with her as she tried to tease him, but when she broke the kiss off finally, he tipped her head back so that his lips could graze along underneath her chin, mightily pleased that they were so close to the same height.
A soft whimper escaped her as he diverted his attention to her throat, her heart thundering in her chest as she moulded against him again, her arm slipping around his waist to hold him against her
He moved her around, slipping her around himself until she was the one backed up against the wall next to the door, mouth busy on her neck. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her sides, and then swept them across her chest to start gently stroking at the sensitive skin of her breasts, starting with the underside that he began teasing with his fingertips.
A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as she gripped his shoulders, leaning in to nip at his shoulder.
He kept his hands moving slowly on her, fingers stroking and rolling her flesh softly, until he noticed that the perfect pink tips to her breasts were a little redder than last time. Worried that he might be making her a little sore, he bent down to gently suckle them instead, closing the soft, damp warmth of his mouth over them in turn. Well, mostly because he was concerned...
She groaned, bracing her back against the wall, gripping his shoulders. "Good lords..."
He was tempted sorely to nip at her with his teeth again, but instead he resorted to simply teasing her with his tongue, exploring her over and over again, first moving slowly and then faster as he felt her stiffening under his ministrations.
"Gods... Mal..." She groaned, trembling. "So damned good..."
He was already in a half crouch, letting his hands and mouth torment that soft, full flesh of hers; it was no trouble at all for him to drop a little further, suddenly bringing his mouth down in range of her core, soft blonde down rising up to greet him as he leaned forward to kiss her as intimately as he knew how.
Her breath hitched as she leaned back, eyes rolling slightly before closing. She gripped his shoulder with one hand, the other bracing herself against the wall as he teased her.
He took is time as he explored her with his mouth for the first time, softly licking and teasing every silken fold for what felt like hours until finally he had to press forward, sucking her a little into his mouth so that he could dart his tongue hungrily inside her.
"Ohh... gods..." she hissed slightly, fighting the urge to buck against him, her legs trembling.
Gods, but she tasted wonderful, clean and spicy. He wasn't sure if he was kissing her or lapping against her, he was so hungry to follow the taste of her back as far as he could, his lips suckling against her as his tongue moved.
Carefully she slipped one leg over his shoulder, back pressed to the wall, her breath quick and ragged as she let her fingers tangle in his hair. Gently she rocked her hips forward, the surge of pleasure tearing through her, punctuated with a loud, unrestrained moan.
He shifted a little as her leg moved onto his shoulder, adjusting to the weight and then relishing the feeling of support it gave him, the way she moved inside as he leaned forward. He moved with her as her hips bucked, still teasing and lapping away, but carefully avoiding that most sensitive part of her; he resolved that he wanted to feel her break against him, but slowly, not rushed sharply off the edge.
The sweet tension building in her was near unbearable, intense heat radiating from her very core, coiling around her like a snake poised to strike, building and ebbing until she screamed, so close to the edge... she couldn't stop the tremors that arced through her.
Continuing to move slowly, gently, riding with her as she moved but refusing to break off and go for the quick finish. Every extra motion he could make would hopefully only add to her enjoying it, and he'd decided that more than anything else, that was what he wanted, his hands now firmly grasping against her hips so that they could follow her every twitch.
She pressed both hands back against the wall to steady herself as the pleasure ripped through her, tearing out a series of screaming gasps as she broke completely, surrendering all control and just letting the moment take hold
He kept moving slowly as she shuddered, every gasp sending a shudder of pleasure through him, coaxing him to make yet another soft move to try and prolong the feeling for her just as long as he could.
She reached forward and gripped his shoulders, pushing him back slightly as her legs gave out, muscles still noticeably quivering.
He moved up quickly as her legs buckled, catching her in his arms, holding her close. He used his shoulders on the way up to move her arms around his neck and just held her, pressed close against the wall, lips softly kissing and nuzzling at her neck. "Nice, darlin'?" He asked quietly.
"Frakkin incredible..." she managed to gasp out, still trembling as he held her.
He kept her close, flush with a warm pride that she could sound so happy about something he could do for her. "If you like... I could do that again after our bath, but over on the bed, so you don't have to worry none about standin' up all the time..."
She responded by leaning in and giving him a long, intensely passionate kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
God, but she kissed like somethin' fallen from heaven. He leaned into it, every twitch of her fingers on his scalp feeling like a benediction. "My god, darlin' how can you be this good?"
She silenced him as her mouth descended on his once more, nipping and suckling at his lip.
He smiled as she kissed him, before starting to chase her mouth with his again, turning into a game. After a long, deliciously teasing period, he realised that it wasn't going to be enough for him. "Kara... would I hurt you any if I moved inside you again?"
She gave him a predatory grin. "I thought you'd never ask..." she purred in his ear.
He chuckled a little, a low, breathy chuckle, and pushed her back against the wall a little more firmly. "Well, I hate to presume..." He bent to kiss her again, moving his legs between hers.
She met his kiss with one of unbridled intensity, suckling his lip as she shifted against him, moving her leg to rest over his hip, supporting her weight. She let her fingertips tangle in his hair, one hand gripping his shoulder. "Gods I want you...' She breathed against his mouth.
He moved in time with her, one hand moving down to support her weight as he slowly slipped inside her, marveling again at how she fit him far better than any glove ever could. "I want you to... god save me, but I want you over and over."
"Thank the gods I'm not the only one..." She gasped, nipping at his lip as he pushed into her, pushing her back against the wall. Her eyes rolled slightly as he began to rock her rhythmically, each thrust drawing a gasping moan from her lips.
Despite their having made love twice already today, she was still achingly, breathtakingly tight around him, warm, wet samite flesh gripping him and stealing anything resembling thought away. He let her set the pace, moving as her body demanded, his breath a serious of low gasps as she drove him ever higher.
"Gods... oh... gods Mal..." She cried, tremors of pleasure rocking through her as she gripped his shoulders hard, tightening around him as stars danced behind her eyes and her breath was taken away.
He couldn't find he energy to move any harder or faster; everything was focused on her, on making one more movement as he gasped his release desperately inside her, forehead resting against the cool surface of the wall as his shoulders flexed under her hands.
It took a moment to catch her breath. "We umm... should go enjoy our baths.... while the water's still warm...
He kept her arms around him, savoring the feel of her leaning against him. "Well, when I say baths ... there's only one. A big one, mind ... but only the one. Do you mind sharin', Kara?"
A soft smile lit her eyes. "I can't think of anything that sounds better than that right now...
"Only problem is..." He dropped his voice, keeping it low and conspiratorial. "I ain't sure I can walk that far."
She laughed a little her own voice just as low "Honestly... me neither..."
He chuckled again, eyes dancing. "Well... as that's partly my fault, why don't you lean on me, and we'll stagger there arm in arm... or at least fall on the floor together?"
"I can do that..." She slipped her arm around his waist, holding him close as they walked the short distance to the tub
Pausing at the side of the tub, he slowly lifted one leg over the rim, feeling much older than he should. He settled both legs under the water, and then caught her before she could move to the other side of the tub. "Sorry - but there ain't enough room unless you don't mind sittin' up against me..." and with that, he tugged her towards him, pulling her over the side of the bath to where she splashed into the water, her back resting up against his chest.
She laughed as she hit the water, finding herself immediately pulled up against his chest. She smiled and lay back, resting her head against his shoulder, just enjoying the comfortable closeness they shared.
He kept her cuddled protectively against him, her weight reassuring and soft against him in the warmth of the bath. He'd be getting more honest washing done, if he didn't keep stopping to just hold her close and kiss her, something he found oddly fascinating.
She laid against him, just savoring the gentle comfort, the insatiable need to be in contact with him... each stolen kiss tasted sweeter and sweeter... and for once she just let herself be happy without worrying about a thing.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this comfortable. The horrors of war, only a couple of months behind him, seemed quietly distant to him, as he slowly used a bar of softly fragrant soap and a washcloth to gently wash every part of her he could reach.
She turned to lay against him, stomach to stomach as he lathered the soap over her back
He carried on washing her softly, stopping frequently to steal soft kisses from her as she looked up at him, her hazel green eyes soft and glowing in the steamy room light.
She gazed up at him, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the deep blue depths. Lords but he was handsome...
He found that he'd stopped moving both cloth and soap, instead just cradling her in his arms gently, chest to chest in the warm water, smiling softly at her as he let himself get lost in the liquid pools of her eyes.
His eyes took her breath away; it took all she could to slowly pull away from his gaze, resting her head against his chest.
He felt oddly sad as she looked away from him, so he covered by sticking a large, comfy sponge under the back of his neck, and scrabbled around on the floor for what he knew he had around here somewhere...
She lazily traced circles over his chest, just enjoying the quiet comfort of his company
He lifted up the two cigars he'd glommed earlier, together with a battered lighter, and wordlessly offered her one.
Her face lit with a smile as she took the offered cigar, leaning in to let him light it for her.
He sparked the lighter up, lighting hers first, then his own; the lighter went casually back down on the floor, whilst he proceeded to breath a large, fragrant cloud of smoke up across the room before grinning down at her.
She smiled up at him, eyes sparkling. "Any idea what kind of ship you want?"
He clamped the cigar between his teeth, grinning a tight-lipped smile around it. "Something rugged, strong and reliable. Maybe pretty too - provided it's not prettier than I am."
"Nothin's prettier than you baby" She blushed the moment the words were out if her mouth. "Except maybe me...." she added on in hopes of covering
Oh, he liked this woman. Sexy, smart and sassy - trouble all rolled up in one delectable package. "Really?" He muttered. "Well, if you're so all-fired pretty, there's only one thing to be done..."
"And what's that?' She grinned, blowing a smoke ring at him.
He leaned down, smoke curling faintly from his nostrils, and started to whisper in her ear with all sorts of suggestions - including some he'd only heard stories about.
She'd been in the military a long time and yet some of the things he whispered to her... she could feel the blush tinting her skin from head to toe
Apollo: He leaned back with a profoundly smug expression. "Then... you do them over again. Especially the one that needs Zero-G and a cargo net..."
She grinned "That sounds very interesting... is that even possible?
"Can't say as I've tried it - but we'll have our own ship soon, neh?" He blew an elaborate smoke ring, and then grinned down at her. "As for the rest..."
"Lords I can't wait.... once we get our ship no more nosy landlords lurking around
"Ain't that the truth. Ship'll mean freedom - go where we want, work for who we want. Although..." He puffed away at the cigar for a few seconds, then grinned at her. "Don't think you're going to distract me too much with thoughts of our ship - first thing I'm gonna do when we get dry is drag you to the bed and repeat that little thing I did at the wall - for about five or six hours."
She gave him a grin. "Promise?"
"Damn straight. If nothing else, I'll need the time for some parts of me to remember how to be upstandin' again..." he chuckled, and reached down to tickle her ribs lightly. "And I love listenin' to you moan, I really do."
She pulled herself up slightly nipping at his lip before moving to kiss his throat.
He let out a long, low sigh as she started kissing him, sounding eminently satisfied. "Or, I can just lie here an' let you carry on doin that, of course..."
She growled softly, suckling gently at his throat, nipping and teasing the flesh.
He couldn't resist; he stuck his cigar back in his mouth, clamped a hold of it with his teeth, and slipped his hand under the warm water of the bath ... headed straight for a very sweet spot
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