[MitS] 021 -- April 8, 2008 -- Mirrors
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elementof_risk"It's easier to see ourselves in the mirror, flat and behind glass, a movie, a download, a magazine picture, somebody else, not us, somebody beautiful without a life or a future outside this moment." (quoted from Choke - by Chuck Palahniuk)
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She liked the feel of him against her back, the way his arms wrapped against her waist, and the brush of his mouth to her neck. His presence alone sent a slight shiver down to her toes, but this felt more intimate given what they'd done in the alley moments ago. This contact was almost needed, almost another step in whatever direction they seemed to be moving in. Her fingertips brushed a piece of hair away from her mouth, the wigs shortness coming right to the length where it got stuck to her lipstick despite it being duller in color than it had been when she'd arrived. As soon as his car reached the curb it was with a great deal of hesitation that she even allowed herself to take up the passenger seat when he opened the door for her. The moment he had slid into the driver's seat she'd already buckled up and shifted over so that her hand could settle on his thigh, thumb straying against his leg lightly, and consistently.
Julian settled in the driver's seat after tipping the valet generously. Her hand on his leg was distracting in all the right ways. For the first time in his life he half wished he'd at least rented an automatic so that he didn't have to shift gears, could return the favor with his fingers tracing over her skin. He shot her a sideways glance, checking traffic, and wanting to push the speed limit all the way back to her place.
He tried to at least keep them from getting pulled over, though he wasn't really capable of driving slowly in any circumstances, but with the thought of her, alone, in any fashion, he felt himself pushing faster, taking curves at not-quite-reckless speeds.
Rachel barely kept her eyes on the road, or the way he was handling the curves. There was still a slight haze to her sight, the sort of haze that came with lust. It forced her to lick her lips, tasting a hint of him still present. Her fingertips pressed a bit harder against his thigh as he turned down the street where her condo was. Somehow the drive there didn't feel like it had taken as long as it should've and she really if she'd ever glanced at the speedometer the answer would've been right there for her. But she had been watching his features, the way he'd steal a look at her between taking turns.
As he pulled into her driveway she reached into her purse clicking the small button on her key ring to open the garage for him to pull into. Her hand strayed from his thigh to his cheek as he stopped the engine tipping him toward her to kiss briefly before she exited the car and headed into the house. Stopping in the hallway she bent over unlatching the heel on her left foot and tugging it off before she moved forward a bit further and repeated the motion until she was barefoot in the hallway. She could hear him walking into the hallway behind her as she reached behind her back to tug at the zipper. It slid down easily and Rachel let the dress simply fall off her shoulders, leaving her in her black bob wig and her black satin panties walking toward the bedroom.
Julian watched as she moved, losing one shoe, then the other. He passed them, moving slowly and softly enough that he could have been stalking her, except that she was aware of him. Still, he kept that stealth in each footstep, years of training making it an easy movement to slip into. His eyes followed the dress as it slipped down, revealing skin. He was tempted to stoop and pick it up to feel the warmth of her body still on the fabric, but her skin was far more tempting, so he merely stepped over it, finally working on his own shirt, letting it fall atop her dress. His shoes and socks he had to stop for, just a moment, and he went ahead and slid out of his pants while he was stopped before moving to catch up with her.
His hands reached for her hips the same way he had in the club, fingers pressing against skin instead of her dress this time as he pulled her to a halt inside the bedroom, lips ghosting over her neck as he pressed up close behind her.
Her hands pressed over his as they found her way to her hips, tipping her head aside as his mouth sought out her neck. One hand of hers ran up the length of his arm, winding up behind her until her fingers found their way into his hair once more. Her fingers splayed outward allowing her palm to press to the nape of his neck nearly pulling him against her closer. Letting her lips curve into a smile she inhaled slowly through parted lips, the warmth of his body now pressed to hers making her smile. Skin to skin feeling his chest against her bare back, her blond hair still tucked into the wig. Letting her other hand leave his against her hip she tucked her fingers into the back of the wig, lifting it up feeling the braid of her hair fall down against her shoulder. Tugging on the rubberband that held it together she felt it unwind a bit. Her fingers pressed into her hair pulling the braid out and leaving her hair in blonde waves against her shoulders.
He smiled against her skin as her hair cascaded down around him, teasing over his cheek. He dragged one hand up her side and twisted in her hair, lightly brushing it aside, fingers teasing over her skin. He nipped lightly at her neck again, teeth catching her skin. The hand on her hip tightened as he rocked lightly against her, feeling her through the satin of her panties and the silk of his boxers. The other trailed down from her neck to cup one breast, fingers teasing over and around her nipple as his lips pressed more firmly against her skin. There was an urge, riding hard on the primal sense of the night, to bite harder, mark her, leave some proof behind of where he had been. But there might be questions, and he didn't want to do that to her. There was risk, but he didn't want it to be so overwhelming a risk that it destroyed them both. So he nipped more lightly, brushing his lips down to her shoulder, tongue teasing over her skin as he murmured her name and slowly urged her toward the bed.
The urging was barely needed from him, but Rachel still enjoyed hearing the low brush of her name against her skin. Her hand wound back around to allow her fingers to press against his hair as her body shifted back against him with a bit of insistence as well. The pressure given back from her hips to rock the curve of her ass against him once more was matched with the arch of her body to curve her spine away from him and allow her shoulders to press against him for a moment breathing in a deep breath to allow her breast to fill into the cupping of his hand and the teasing touch he'd given her. A light tug of his hair was barely there before she allowed her hand to graze against her stomach to her hipbone where fingertips pushed at the edge of her panties as she stood still with her back to him. The feel of the silk of his boxers against the bare skin of her ass sparked a smirk to her features as her hands halted at her thighs where her fingertips couldn't reach further before bending at the waist, pressing herself against him once more and slipping her underwear to the floor tugging it out from underneath her feet before rising again to meet him. Her body turned still keeping as much contact to him as she could, as she stood flush to him stripped down and still wanting him, still feeling that slight ache of need and lust as her arms rested atop shoulders as fingertips teased into his hair, "Where do you want me?"
His breath caught at her nudity, pressed so close. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her, but the way she presented herself, the complete confidence in her movements, and the way she fitted herself against him all made his pulse speed up. He slid his fingers lightly down her spine, tracing along the bone, over her skin. She still felt heated from the club, the alley, their exertions, and his body reacted, remembering the flare of need, the way she'd let him just...take her. And here she was, offering again. His palms ghosted over her ass, cupping it, then pulling her against him tightly as he ducked his head to kiss her hard, tongue delving deep into the recesses of her mouth, hungry and demanding. His fingertips parted her lightly, teasing between her legs, lightly along the cleft of her ass. He was hard again, still riding the desire from the alley, one release barely making a dent in what she'd set off inside of him. Head lifting, he scanned the room for something. His lips curved, lighting on the mirror on the dresser. As tactile as he was, there was a visual element he could not deny, and he wanted to see her in a way he hadn't before, to watch himself in her, her reactions, the way her body moved. Eyes meeting hers again, he smiled. "Over by the dresser. I want to see you in the mirror."
She was barely phased by his request, the lust and want in her overwhelming her more than in just the slight touches and intimate sensations he pressed to her. Her hand slips between them palm pressing against him, feeling him aroused once more by her, by the words she'd said, but the way she'd been. It was a side of her that she was certain he never thought lay beneath the surface. It wasn't the silly teasing side of her that she let show most of the time, it was the part of her that loved the thrill of the missions, the danger that she'd grown used to. It was the part of her that would stay in the room a few moments longer just to fry the hard drive instead of just leaving it. Her kiss pressed to his mouth with need against parted hungry lips as she backed away from him keeping her mouth to his as long as she could before her own steps pulled her lips from his. It was an arms length away from him only to extend her hand out to reach for him and pull him close to her again. Letting her mouth collide to his, in a moment of teeth and heavy breathing, before the corners of her mouths curved up with a smirk and she pulled from him and moved to the dresser, beckoning him with a crooking of her finger, the first even hint of the girl he was so used to being with.
The difference was intoxicating, even as fond of the girl he normally saw as he was. His hips rocked into her touch, and he almost moaned when she moved away, for all that he had told her to. It was exciting, calling to parts of himself he kept buried around her as well. He followed, eyes still on her, moving with a predator's grace. He paused to push his boxers down, aware of the silk against his skin, where it caught and then it was gone, falling around his ankles and kicked off. He met her at the dresser, pulling her back tight against him for a hard kiss, the edge of danger from the club still lingering, pulled to the surface by her playing. He wanted to just lift her and slide into her, leaving off more finesse, but that belied the reasons for the mirror. So he kissed her for a moment, then urged her around to face herself, them, in the mirror. His fingers brushed her hair aside, lips trailing down her neck, even as he met her eyes in the glass. His hands ghosted back to her hips, tugging her back tight against him, fitting himself against her, rocking just a bit as one hand slid back to hers, placing it on the dresser, bracing there as he smirked a bit against her skin, eyes never leaving her face, taking in every reaction.
As her palm found purchase on the top of her dresser, the weight of his hand felt against the top of her own hand she let her eyes trace along the lines of muscle in his arm until she had to use the mirror to follow up across her own shoulder to where his mouth pressed to her skin and his eyes met with hers in their reflections. She could see the flush in her skin, the way it heated from his presence at her back. The way her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. The way his eyes seemed to feed upon her skin and the slight part her own mouth had to draw in sighs of anticipation. The tug back against him, firm and feeling the curve of her pressing to him drew a smile from her features for a moment as her toes flexed against the hardwood floor. She shifted her body, drawing herself nearly against the dresser as her lower back arched, easing the curve of her up against him. Her free hand strayed across her breasts fingertips catching on hard nipples caused by the chill in the air and the arousal she felt still trembling between her thighs. She could actually feel a physical ache of need where she knew he fit, where she knew he felt good within her. Her eyes met his with a near demand of a look, as parted lips mouthed a plea of need in silence.
There was no way he was not going to answer that plea. The hand holding hers tightened, pressing it against the dresser as he shifted with his other hand to brush over himself and then her, easing her legs apart just a bit more. Still holding her eyes in the mirror, he positioned himself against her, then slid into her with a smooth thrust, feeling the slickness of both her arousal and their earlier efforts, and finding a bit of a thrill in that as well. His eyes closed briefly as he felt her around him, teeth catching at his lower lip as a sound between a grunt and a groan slid out. "God, you're so wet," he murmured, opening his eyes to meet hers again, words cruder than those he usually used with her, but tumbling out of the night, the heightened ache of everything around them, the simmering heat in the air. He retreated, his hand sliding from his cock back to her hip, curling there tight enough that there might be marks in the morning, hidden under those lovely professional clothes. He moved back into her a bit harder, insistent but still controlled, stroking deep, then hooking his hips just a bit to take advantage of the depth he could reach in this position. His fingers tightened just a bit as he slid nearly out of her again, then back in, finally settling into a rhythm that was slow but steady, deep, feeling her along his entire length and working to make sure she felt every bit of him moving inside of her.
Rachel still felt the dull ache in her hips and echoed between her thighs that came from their actions in the alley. To feel him within her again though felt like near perfection. The slickness of her heat and the steady motion of him into her made her hand reposition on the dresser, before she began to match to his cadence. Her eyes fluttering shut between moments when she watched him and the intensity he had in his gaze. It was overwhelming and brought a flush to her skin, pinking at her cheeks and between her breasts as her free hand reached up to brush beneath his arm and press her palm below his shoulder blade, holding herself up against him more flush. She felt her foot arch up beneath her leg trying to lift herself up just to put more distance between his strokes back into her. Her whole body felt drawn out and pulled taut against him. She caught his gaze once more in the mirror, feeling him watching her, as that first twinge of pleasure tugged at her. The wetness between her legs paired with the continued motions into her, the angle of his entry the way she could feel him pressing against her walls with each stroke. Rising up against her within her, and the firm grip she felt against her hip. All of it slipped up around her throat and finally she couldn't contain it before it hit the air with a start of sound in the silence of the room save for the sound of his hips pressing to her ass with the depth he'd been gaining. Her moan nearly echoed in her own mind, and reflected back to her in the way her mouth parted and seemed to grow slack before her bottom lip was drawn in against her teeth, hissing in a breath. "Fuck," she nearly moaned as her eyes shut letting her body rock backward against him and his motions.
His lips curved in a bit of a smirk, eyes holding hers, drinking in her expressions like something he'd needed. He retreated to her entrance, then slammed back in a bit harder, watching how her body took him, the way she shifted forward. Her moan, followed by the curse, made him shiver, and he bit his lower lip to hold back his own. He kept that same steady pace watching her skin flush, the sheen in her eyes. Her body was so heated against him, or maybe that was his. Either way, flames were licking lightly at his skin, radiating out from the place where they joined. Each time she met him, he felt like he was sliding deeper into her, hearing them join as much as he could see and feel it. She was a sheath around him, a perfect fit of slippery heat and erotic tension. His stomach tightened, muscles clenching to keep the feeling, not let it escape. He bent her over a bit more, tugging her hair out of the way as his teeth found her neck. Even as he ducked his head, though, he kept his eyes on her in the mirror. His breath sped up a little, coming in heated pants against her skin. Even with a touch of urgency spurring him on, he didn't push faster. He wanted it to last for as long as possible, forever, for all that was impossible. Pleasure mingled with just the erotic sight of her, of them together, heightening every sensation of her around him, against him. His fingers dug harder into her hip, the other curling tight against the dresser, feeling the grain of the wood under his fingers like something to anchor him in the moment. "You're amazing," he said, softly.
The feeling of his teeth against her shoulder sent a tremble against her breathing that stirred a moan from deep within her, forced up from her with a near cry out. She struggled to meet his eyes, to stop herself from shutting them as her body reacted to him, as her pulse pushed rapid through her, echoing with a tremor of pressure against his cock as he pushed into her. Each time he was in her she felt her body tighten around him, to feel him fully within her, walls tightening around him trying to keep him inside of her despite how wet she was making him nearly slip from the pressure she provided. The heavy feeling of his hand to her hip drew her gaze from the reflection in the mirror to where his fingers pressed to the hollow of her hips, curving close to bone that was evident on her slender frame. It was contact other than his mouth and other than the constant feel of him within her. Her palm reclaimed space on the dresser top as her other hand pressed against her own stomach trailing between dresser and her stomach until she could press her fingers against herself, reaching to feel him and his motions. Her fingers slipped through her own wetness the edges of her fingertips brushing against him as he entered her. A slow smirk crept across her features at the feel of him pressing into her and withdrawing. Shifting her body once more she bent forward more, pressing her ass against him further, allowing him deeper into her. Her toes pressed firmly into the hardwood floors of her bedroom inching her legs apart further, keeping her eyes matched to his she watched him bite against his bottom lip and she ached to kiss him, but was fighting her own need to not feel him leave her. That feeling of him inside of her was overwhelming and all she wanted was to come, and for him to come as well. Pushing back against him as she felt him enter her again she drew in a sharp breath gasping at how good he felt. Her hand slipped from between her thighs to pull his hand from her hip and bring it up to her breast as she shifted once more, pulling her body upright as he pushed into her firmly, her head resting nearly back on his shoulder as she fit flush against him for the moment.
His fingers curled around her breast at her urging, cupping it in his palm, feeling its weight, fingers teasing her nipple. Adjusting to her new angle, the urgency of each movement slipped through to him. He tightened his stomach muscles, thrusting with more force into her. Each pulse of her body, each time she tightened around him, he let a moan slip out of him. His couldn't have moved away from her if he'd tried, he was fairly certain, finding the rhythm they set and then pushing it harder and faster. His lips ran up her neck to her ear, nipping, then teasing over it with just his lips. With the new angle, he could see where he entered her in the mirror, watching their joining, the way she arched, the muscles that rippled, tightened, released. His eyes, his expression, the way they looked together, it was different in the reflection, immediate and yet distant. He could feel her and he could see them, and the two overlapped and yet seemed separate, like a show and an expression and, god, but it was fucking fantastic. He nipped at her ear, sharply, wanting to hear her moan, then soothed it with a kiss. "I want to watch you come undone," he murmured, voice low and intimate, a smirk curving his lips. "To see your whole body wracked with it, pulling me with you over the edge. I want to watch you as you watch yourself, see how beautiful you are, to know how I see you when I make you come, screaming my name. You are so hot, all around me, tight and like something out of a dream. Every time you move, I think I can't take another second, and then I do, and I just want more, until there is nothing left but you and me, and this fire, and my name is the only thing on your lips, as yours is on mine..." His lips slid back to her throat, eyes still watching her in the mirror as his fingers tightened for a moment, then slid down her stomach to brush over hers teasing between her legs as he bit down again, ceasing to care about any marks he might leave.
His words didn't just fuel her onward they nearly made her lose it all right then and there. The pure curve of his accent paired with the way he said the words Rachel knew that if she didn't focus she'd slip loose right then and there. Her eyes fluttered as her breath pulled in sharply nearly in a hiss of air that was backed by a cry outward as her body tensed against him. Her fingers had returned to her heat, but now stilled against herself just for the moment. As his teeth sank into her skin her fingertips shifted without any real pattern just a movement that nearly startled her. The time to focus though was slowly slipping away from her, as she met his eyes in the mirror, watching them. Her line of sight traveled down the length of her body to see the way her abdomen flexed, then up to see the flush of her skin between her breasts and the way her ribs showed slightly when she inhaled deeply. She let her fingers move away from her clit, leaving his there as her fingertips pressed along her sides and up to her breasts. Once more she felt the need to shut her eyes to pull her focus to something clearer and when she let her eyes open she could barely concentrate on keeping everything within her coiled up tightly. She wanted to come, she wanted to tighten against him and cry out his name, she wanted to do all that he'd requested of her.
His motions into her continued and all she could do was react, her body tensing and then everything within her unraveled. It washed over her in a near instant, that flood of pure heat and raw passion. Her cry outward came quickly as well, her whole body reacting to it shifting forward slightly, her hands finding purchase once more on the top of the dresser holding herself up as she felt herself tighten against him. The friction of him paired with the need and want she had to feel him move against her as she came was met with immediacy as she felt him continue into her. Her hips rocked back trying to meet his movements as she let a string of words flood from her. As her body trembled with her climax she met his eyes seeing that dark lust that lingered in them, the possessive look that he had almost laying claim on everything that was before him. As her words shuddered along with her body she continued to tighten against him, "Julian... oh God... you unravel me, your words, the way you fit to me. All I want is these moments, all I ache for when you're not near me is the feel of you against me, inside of me." Pausing her words she stuttered her cry with a single gasp of breath, "Then I have you, and I still want more, and I seem to need it even more." Staccato gasps shuddered from her lungs as she met his gaze once more, "I need more Julian, I need you to come, I need to feel it, to see it in your eyes."
It was all he could do not to climax with her as she tightened and released around him. Watching her release take her was not new--he always liked to watch her when the moment came--but it was different now, watching in the mirror, knowing she was seeing herself as well. He met her eyes in the glass, tongue wetting his lips, drinking in each expression on her face. Her words made him smirk, and one of his hands slid to the nape of her neck when she leaned over, tracing down her spine. Each word pushed him closer to the edge of his own climax, but he struggled to hold on, to keep sliding in and out of her with as much force as he could muster. His fingers splayed back along her hips as he moved, thrusting into her faster, wanting to give her what she asked for. He bit his lower lip in an effort to hold out just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts, feeling it tight inside of him, heat rising to the point he had nothing to do but feel it break his skin in beads of sweat. Her body fluttered around him, her pulse like the beating wings of a trapped bird against and around him. It wrung moans out of him as he finally let some of the control slip, giving in and just moving, still holding her gaze, breath catching then releasing on another moan, like a litany that he couldn't escape. That he only found an echo of peace and satiety when buried inside of her was not something he could bring himself to consider, putting it down to a riotous obsession of thought and sensation, where he more than wanted, he needed. He closed his eyes briefly when the first wave of his orgasm hit, biting down harder on his lip and still crying out, but he forced his eyes open immediately, to watch himself, to watch her. His whole body pulsed with pleasure as he filled her, shaking a bit, his fingers biting once more into her hip to hold her against him, cease the movement, buried deep inside of her. The only movement was his chest as the pleasure finished sliding through him, and in the stillness he could almost feel their pulses meet and match where they were still joined.
Meeting his eyes as his release came over him was nearly enough to send her once more into that moment of pleasure all over again. It echoed along him, against him as he stilled within her. All that was there between them was the heated air and the tremor of her climax still fluttering slightly, still making her pulse race a bit. Her hand faltered a bit against the top of the dresser, inching away from her body as her fingers inched backward up trying to reassert her grasp. She had seen his features, his eyes darken with that intensity that came with everything, and she'd seen the way everything had had a reaction on her own body as well. It might have nearly took her breath away if she hadn't been so desperate to pull it into her lungs. Straightening up a bit Rachel let her hand wind around his body, her palm pressing flat against the heat of his back, the sheen of sweat once more forcing her fingers to press in a bit harder, just to hold onto him better. Through out her whole body she felt a near fire that pushed so close to the surface of her skin she wasn't even sure she could move if she wanted to. Her eyes met his in the mirror a smile crossing her features with such a raw realness to it that she felt more exposed with that smile than she did in her current state. Her hand slipped up against his spine as much as she could reach, inhaling deep just to try and calm herself from everything, but still the smile remained as she met his eyes.
His arm moved slowly to wind itself around her waist, holding her back against his chest. He moaned just a little, another shiver shaking over him as the shift pulled him out of her, and buried his face in her neck for a moment, but he kept his hold strong. He was still breathing hard as he glanced up, meeting her eyes and smiling in return, feeling just as raw. The darker edges that had danced in his eyes were retreating as he found his control again, and he ducked his head to press a soft kiss to her shoulder, finally letting his eyes fall closed as he rested his forehead against her. His free hand steadied him on the dresser, fingers curling against the edge of it, palm pressing tight against the wood. The pounding of his heart seemed to echo in his ears, rapid and uneven and he knew it was from more than just the physical exertion of the sex. Whether the game, the intensity, the change, or just her and spending nearly the week with her calling questions to his mind about what this was, he wasn't sure, but it was something, and something he needed to figure out eventually. For now, though, he pressed another kiss to her shoulder before sliding his hand to turn her to face him and kissing her lips softly.
Her body reacted slightly shifting forward as he pulled from her. It was a lacking void that she felt quickly, her hand slipping to her abdomen to press lightly for a moment. As she turned around to face him she let her mouth press to his lightly, her hands resting on his chest lightly before tipping her head down to rest her forehead on his shoulder. Her hands strayed against his back, running along the length of his spine feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. Each breath she pulled into her lungs felt thick and heated, a shared environment of sorts. Their scent lingering upon their skin and being pulled into her with each draw of air she took. Her hips held onto the slight dull ache that came with the repeated motions, the tense moments to hold onto him, to ease back upon him. All of it was still so fresh in her mind, creating moments that she'd recall later just to make her heart still a bit with want and need. It was more than just him there with her when she knew he wasn't supposed to be there. It was this urgency and need he was building up in her, that she craved him, his touch, the way he tasted, the way he felt. It was all of that and still she knew it was so much more. Lifting her forehead Rachel pulled herself closer to him, pressing her mouth to the curve of his neck, placing a soft kiss there before settling her head against his to just bask in the calm that was winding around them after the tempest that had become them.
Sark slid his arms around her, fingers teasing along her spine lightly. He kept his eyes closed and tilted his head to nuzzle lightly at her temple, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair. For a long several moments he just held her against him, almost cradling her. He still felt warm, flushed with the evening's activities, his whole body thrumming, nerves still tingling. He felt a bit weak in the knees, nothing he was really used to, and it made him smile a touch sardonically. Lifting his head, he looked at her for a moment with a question in his eyes, words he couldn't quite form. It lingered there for a moment, and then it was gone, pushed back behind his customary mask, lips just lightly curved. His fingers reached to tuck her hair back, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He wanted to linger, to just hold her, and at the same time, part of him needed to ease back from the rioting in his head that insisted this was becoming more than a risky interlude.
"Do you want some water?" he asked with a half smile. "I'm feeling a bit parched after the last few hours."
Rachel found an odd calmness being held by him, the silence, the still that they shared, all of it pushed emotions to the surface that she wasn't even really sure how to sort out away from just the heat she still felt against her skin. When he looked at her she felt different, like he was actually seeing her in a way she'd never thought to look at herself. It pulled her out of the lusty moments and into something all too unfamiliar, until he'd look away and that connection would be dropped. She wondered if it scared him as much as it did her. Still as his fingers brushed her hair back she shut her eyes lightly, feeling his mouth press to her forehead. Deeply breathing in the air between them she smiled in response to his question, "That sounds perfect."
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She liked the feel of him against her back, the way his arms wrapped against her waist, and the brush of his mouth to her neck. His presence alone sent a slight shiver down to her toes, but this felt more intimate given what they'd done in the alley moments ago. This contact was almost needed, almost another step in whatever direction they seemed to be moving in. Her fingertips brushed a piece of hair away from her mouth, the wigs shortness coming right to the length where it got stuck to her lipstick despite it being duller in color than it had been when she'd arrived. As soon as his car reached the curb it was with a great deal of hesitation that she even allowed herself to take up the passenger seat when he opened the door for her. The moment he had slid into the driver's seat she'd already buckled up and shifted over so that her hand could settle on his thigh, thumb straying against his leg lightly, and consistently.
Julian settled in the driver's seat after tipping the valet generously. Her hand on his leg was distracting in all the right ways. For the first time in his life he half wished he'd at least rented an automatic so that he didn't have to shift gears, could return the favor with his fingers tracing over her skin. He shot her a sideways glance, checking traffic, and wanting to push the speed limit all the way back to her place.
He tried to at least keep them from getting pulled over, though he wasn't really capable of driving slowly in any circumstances, but with the thought of her, alone, in any fashion, he felt himself pushing faster, taking curves at not-quite-reckless speeds.
Rachel barely kept her eyes on the road, or the way he was handling the curves. There was still a slight haze to her sight, the sort of haze that came with lust. It forced her to lick her lips, tasting a hint of him still present. Her fingertips pressed a bit harder against his thigh as he turned down the street where her condo was. Somehow the drive there didn't feel like it had taken as long as it should've and she really if she'd ever glanced at the speedometer the answer would've been right there for her. But she had been watching his features, the way he'd steal a look at her between taking turns.
As he pulled into her driveway she reached into her purse clicking the small button on her key ring to open the garage for him to pull into. Her hand strayed from his thigh to his cheek as he stopped the engine tipping him toward her to kiss briefly before she exited the car and headed into the house. Stopping in the hallway she bent over unlatching the heel on her left foot and tugging it off before she moved forward a bit further and repeated the motion until she was barefoot in the hallway. She could hear him walking into the hallway behind her as she reached behind her back to tug at the zipper. It slid down easily and Rachel let the dress simply fall off her shoulders, leaving her in her black bob wig and her black satin panties walking toward the bedroom.
Julian watched as she moved, losing one shoe, then the other. He passed them, moving slowly and softly enough that he could have been stalking her, except that she was aware of him. Still, he kept that stealth in each footstep, years of training making it an easy movement to slip into. His eyes followed the dress as it slipped down, revealing skin. He was tempted to stoop and pick it up to feel the warmth of her body still on the fabric, but her skin was far more tempting, so he merely stepped over it, finally working on his own shirt, letting it fall atop her dress. His shoes and socks he had to stop for, just a moment, and he went ahead and slid out of his pants while he was stopped before moving to catch up with her.
His hands reached for her hips the same way he had in the club, fingers pressing against skin instead of her dress this time as he pulled her to a halt inside the bedroom, lips ghosting over her neck as he pressed up close behind her.
Her hands pressed over his as they found her way to her hips, tipping her head aside as his mouth sought out her neck. One hand of hers ran up the length of his arm, winding up behind her until her fingers found their way into his hair once more. Her fingers splayed outward allowing her palm to press to the nape of his neck nearly pulling him against her closer. Letting her lips curve into a smile she inhaled slowly through parted lips, the warmth of his body now pressed to hers making her smile. Skin to skin feeling his chest against her bare back, her blond hair still tucked into the wig. Letting her other hand leave his against her hip she tucked her fingers into the back of the wig, lifting it up feeling the braid of her hair fall down against her shoulder. Tugging on the rubberband that held it together she felt it unwind a bit. Her fingers pressed into her hair pulling the braid out and leaving her hair in blonde waves against her shoulders.
He smiled against her skin as her hair cascaded down around him, teasing over his cheek. He dragged one hand up her side and twisted in her hair, lightly brushing it aside, fingers teasing over her skin. He nipped lightly at her neck again, teeth catching her skin. The hand on her hip tightened as he rocked lightly against her, feeling her through the satin of her panties and the silk of his boxers. The other trailed down from her neck to cup one breast, fingers teasing over and around her nipple as his lips pressed more firmly against her skin. There was an urge, riding hard on the primal sense of the night, to bite harder, mark her, leave some proof behind of where he had been. But there might be questions, and he didn't want to do that to her. There was risk, but he didn't want it to be so overwhelming a risk that it destroyed them both. So he nipped more lightly, brushing his lips down to her shoulder, tongue teasing over her skin as he murmured her name and slowly urged her toward the bed.
The urging was barely needed from him, but Rachel still enjoyed hearing the low brush of her name against her skin. Her hand wound back around to allow her fingers to press against his hair as her body shifted back against him with a bit of insistence as well. The pressure given back from her hips to rock the curve of her ass against him once more was matched with the arch of her body to curve her spine away from him and allow her shoulders to press against him for a moment breathing in a deep breath to allow her breast to fill into the cupping of his hand and the teasing touch he'd given her. A light tug of his hair was barely there before she allowed her hand to graze against her stomach to her hipbone where fingertips pushed at the edge of her panties as she stood still with her back to him. The feel of the silk of his boxers against the bare skin of her ass sparked a smirk to her features as her hands halted at her thighs where her fingertips couldn't reach further before bending at the waist, pressing herself against him once more and slipping her underwear to the floor tugging it out from underneath her feet before rising again to meet him. Her body turned still keeping as much contact to him as she could, as she stood flush to him stripped down and still wanting him, still feeling that slight ache of need and lust as her arms rested atop shoulders as fingertips teased into his hair, "Where do you want me?"
His breath caught at her nudity, pressed so close. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her, but the way she presented herself, the complete confidence in her movements, and the way she fitted herself against him all made his pulse speed up. He slid his fingers lightly down her spine, tracing along the bone, over her skin. She still felt heated from the club, the alley, their exertions, and his body reacted, remembering the flare of need, the way she'd let him just...take her. And here she was, offering again. His palms ghosted over her ass, cupping it, then pulling her against him tightly as he ducked his head to kiss her hard, tongue delving deep into the recesses of her mouth, hungry and demanding. His fingertips parted her lightly, teasing between her legs, lightly along the cleft of her ass. He was hard again, still riding the desire from the alley, one release barely making a dent in what she'd set off inside of him. Head lifting, he scanned the room for something. His lips curved, lighting on the mirror on the dresser. As tactile as he was, there was a visual element he could not deny, and he wanted to see her in a way he hadn't before, to watch himself in her, her reactions, the way her body moved. Eyes meeting hers again, he smiled. "Over by the dresser. I want to see you in the mirror."
She was barely phased by his request, the lust and want in her overwhelming her more than in just the slight touches and intimate sensations he pressed to her. Her hand slips between them palm pressing against him, feeling him aroused once more by her, by the words she'd said, but the way she'd been. It was a side of her that she was certain he never thought lay beneath the surface. It wasn't the silly teasing side of her that she let show most of the time, it was the part of her that loved the thrill of the missions, the danger that she'd grown used to. It was the part of her that would stay in the room a few moments longer just to fry the hard drive instead of just leaving it. Her kiss pressed to his mouth with need against parted hungry lips as she backed away from him keeping her mouth to his as long as she could before her own steps pulled her lips from his. It was an arms length away from him only to extend her hand out to reach for him and pull him close to her again. Letting her mouth collide to his, in a moment of teeth and heavy breathing, before the corners of her mouths curved up with a smirk and she pulled from him and moved to the dresser, beckoning him with a crooking of her finger, the first even hint of the girl he was so used to being with.
The difference was intoxicating, even as fond of the girl he normally saw as he was. His hips rocked into her touch, and he almost moaned when she moved away, for all that he had told her to. It was exciting, calling to parts of himself he kept buried around her as well. He followed, eyes still on her, moving with a predator's grace. He paused to push his boxers down, aware of the silk against his skin, where it caught and then it was gone, falling around his ankles and kicked off. He met her at the dresser, pulling her back tight against him for a hard kiss, the edge of danger from the club still lingering, pulled to the surface by her playing. He wanted to just lift her and slide into her, leaving off more finesse, but that belied the reasons for the mirror. So he kissed her for a moment, then urged her around to face herself, them, in the mirror. His fingers brushed her hair aside, lips trailing down her neck, even as he met her eyes in the glass. His hands ghosted back to her hips, tugging her back tight against him, fitting himself against her, rocking just a bit as one hand slid back to hers, placing it on the dresser, bracing there as he smirked a bit against her skin, eyes never leaving her face, taking in every reaction.
As her palm found purchase on the top of her dresser, the weight of his hand felt against the top of her own hand she let her eyes trace along the lines of muscle in his arm until she had to use the mirror to follow up across her own shoulder to where his mouth pressed to her skin and his eyes met with hers in their reflections. She could see the flush in her skin, the way it heated from his presence at her back. The way her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. The way his eyes seemed to feed upon her skin and the slight part her own mouth had to draw in sighs of anticipation. The tug back against him, firm and feeling the curve of her pressing to him drew a smile from her features for a moment as her toes flexed against the hardwood floor. She shifted her body, drawing herself nearly against the dresser as her lower back arched, easing the curve of her up against him. Her free hand strayed across her breasts fingertips catching on hard nipples caused by the chill in the air and the arousal she felt still trembling between her thighs. She could actually feel a physical ache of need where she knew he fit, where she knew he felt good within her. Her eyes met his with a near demand of a look, as parted lips mouthed a plea of need in silence.
There was no way he was not going to answer that plea. The hand holding hers tightened, pressing it against the dresser as he shifted with his other hand to brush over himself and then her, easing her legs apart just a bit more. Still holding her eyes in the mirror, he positioned himself against her, then slid into her with a smooth thrust, feeling the slickness of both her arousal and their earlier efforts, and finding a bit of a thrill in that as well. His eyes closed briefly as he felt her around him, teeth catching at his lower lip as a sound between a grunt and a groan slid out. "God, you're so wet," he murmured, opening his eyes to meet hers again, words cruder than those he usually used with her, but tumbling out of the night, the heightened ache of everything around them, the simmering heat in the air. He retreated, his hand sliding from his cock back to her hip, curling there tight enough that there might be marks in the morning, hidden under those lovely professional clothes. He moved back into her a bit harder, insistent but still controlled, stroking deep, then hooking his hips just a bit to take advantage of the depth he could reach in this position. His fingers tightened just a bit as he slid nearly out of her again, then back in, finally settling into a rhythm that was slow but steady, deep, feeling her along his entire length and working to make sure she felt every bit of him moving inside of her.
Rachel still felt the dull ache in her hips and echoed between her thighs that came from their actions in the alley. To feel him within her again though felt like near perfection. The slickness of her heat and the steady motion of him into her made her hand reposition on the dresser, before she began to match to his cadence. Her eyes fluttering shut between moments when she watched him and the intensity he had in his gaze. It was overwhelming and brought a flush to her skin, pinking at her cheeks and between her breasts as her free hand reached up to brush beneath his arm and press her palm below his shoulder blade, holding herself up against him more flush. She felt her foot arch up beneath her leg trying to lift herself up just to put more distance between his strokes back into her. Her whole body felt drawn out and pulled taut against him. She caught his gaze once more in the mirror, feeling him watching her, as that first twinge of pleasure tugged at her. The wetness between her legs paired with the continued motions into her, the angle of his entry the way she could feel him pressing against her walls with each stroke. Rising up against her within her, and the firm grip she felt against her hip. All of it slipped up around her throat and finally she couldn't contain it before it hit the air with a start of sound in the silence of the room save for the sound of his hips pressing to her ass with the depth he'd been gaining. Her moan nearly echoed in her own mind, and reflected back to her in the way her mouth parted and seemed to grow slack before her bottom lip was drawn in against her teeth, hissing in a breath. "Fuck," she nearly moaned as her eyes shut letting her body rock backward against him and his motions.
His lips curved in a bit of a smirk, eyes holding hers, drinking in her expressions like something he'd needed. He retreated to her entrance, then slammed back in a bit harder, watching how her body took him, the way she shifted forward. Her moan, followed by the curse, made him shiver, and he bit his lower lip to hold back his own. He kept that same steady pace watching her skin flush, the sheen in her eyes. Her body was so heated against him, or maybe that was his. Either way, flames were licking lightly at his skin, radiating out from the place where they joined. Each time she met him, he felt like he was sliding deeper into her, hearing them join as much as he could see and feel it. She was a sheath around him, a perfect fit of slippery heat and erotic tension. His stomach tightened, muscles clenching to keep the feeling, not let it escape. He bent her over a bit more, tugging her hair out of the way as his teeth found her neck. Even as he ducked his head, though, he kept his eyes on her in the mirror. His breath sped up a little, coming in heated pants against her skin. Even with a touch of urgency spurring him on, he didn't push faster. He wanted it to last for as long as possible, forever, for all that was impossible. Pleasure mingled with just the erotic sight of her, of them together, heightening every sensation of her around him, against him. His fingers dug harder into her hip, the other curling tight against the dresser, feeling the grain of the wood under his fingers like something to anchor him in the moment. "You're amazing," he said, softly.
The feeling of his teeth against her shoulder sent a tremble against her breathing that stirred a moan from deep within her, forced up from her with a near cry out. She struggled to meet his eyes, to stop herself from shutting them as her body reacted to him, as her pulse pushed rapid through her, echoing with a tremor of pressure against his cock as he pushed into her. Each time he was in her she felt her body tighten around him, to feel him fully within her, walls tightening around him trying to keep him inside of her despite how wet she was making him nearly slip from the pressure she provided. The heavy feeling of his hand to her hip drew her gaze from the reflection in the mirror to where his fingers pressed to the hollow of her hips, curving close to bone that was evident on her slender frame. It was contact other than his mouth and other than the constant feel of him within her. Her palm reclaimed space on the dresser top as her other hand pressed against her own stomach trailing between dresser and her stomach until she could press her fingers against herself, reaching to feel him and his motions. Her fingers slipped through her own wetness the edges of her fingertips brushing against him as he entered her. A slow smirk crept across her features at the feel of him pressing into her and withdrawing. Shifting her body once more she bent forward more, pressing her ass against him further, allowing him deeper into her. Her toes pressed firmly into the hardwood floors of her bedroom inching her legs apart further, keeping her eyes matched to his she watched him bite against his bottom lip and she ached to kiss him, but was fighting her own need to not feel him leave her. That feeling of him inside of her was overwhelming and all she wanted was to come, and for him to come as well. Pushing back against him as she felt him enter her again she drew in a sharp breath gasping at how good he felt. Her hand slipped from between her thighs to pull his hand from her hip and bring it up to her breast as she shifted once more, pulling her body upright as he pushed into her firmly, her head resting nearly back on his shoulder as she fit flush against him for the moment.
His fingers curled around her breast at her urging, cupping it in his palm, feeling its weight, fingers teasing her nipple. Adjusting to her new angle, the urgency of each movement slipped through to him. He tightened his stomach muscles, thrusting with more force into her. Each pulse of her body, each time she tightened around him, he let a moan slip out of him. His couldn't have moved away from her if he'd tried, he was fairly certain, finding the rhythm they set and then pushing it harder and faster. His lips ran up her neck to her ear, nipping, then teasing over it with just his lips. With the new angle, he could see where he entered her in the mirror, watching their joining, the way she arched, the muscles that rippled, tightened, released. His eyes, his expression, the way they looked together, it was different in the reflection, immediate and yet distant. He could feel her and he could see them, and the two overlapped and yet seemed separate, like a show and an expression and, god, but it was fucking fantastic. He nipped at her ear, sharply, wanting to hear her moan, then soothed it with a kiss. "I want to watch you come undone," he murmured, voice low and intimate, a smirk curving his lips. "To see your whole body wracked with it, pulling me with you over the edge. I want to watch you as you watch yourself, see how beautiful you are, to know how I see you when I make you come, screaming my name. You are so hot, all around me, tight and like something out of a dream. Every time you move, I think I can't take another second, and then I do, and I just want more, until there is nothing left but you and me, and this fire, and my name is the only thing on your lips, as yours is on mine..." His lips slid back to her throat, eyes still watching her in the mirror as his fingers tightened for a moment, then slid down her stomach to brush over hers teasing between her legs as he bit down again, ceasing to care about any marks he might leave.
His words didn't just fuel her onward they nearly made her lose it all right then and there. The pure curve of his accent paired with the way he said the words Rachel knew that if she didn't focus she'd slip loose right then and there. Her eyes fluttered as her breath pulled in sharply nearly in a hiss of air that was backed by a cry outward as her body tensed against him. Her fingers had returned to her heat, but now stilled against herself just for the moment. As his teeth sank into her skin her fingertips shifted without any real pattern just a movement that nearly startled her. The time to focus though was slowly slipping away from her, as she met his eyes in the mirror, watching them. Her line of sight traveled down the length of her body to see the way her abdomen flexed, then up to see the flush of her skin between her breasts and the way her ribs showed slightly when she inhaled deeply. She let her fingers move away from her clit, leaving his there as her fingertips pressed along her sides and up to her breasts. Once more she felt the need to shut her eyes to pull her focus to something clearer and when she let her eyes open she could barely concentrate on keeping everything within her coiled up tightly. She wanted to come, she wanted to tighten against him and cry out his name, she wanted to do all that he'd requested of her.
His motions into her continued and all she could do was react, her body tensing and then everything within her unraveled. It washed over her in a near instant, that flood of pure heat and raw passion. Her cry outward came quickly as well, her whole body reacting to it shifting forward slightly, her hands finding purchase once more on the top of the dresser holding herself up as she felt herself tighten against him. The friction of him paired with the need and want she had to feel him move against her as she came was met with immediacy as she felt him continue into her. Her hips rocked back trying to meet his movements as she let a string of words flood from her. As her body trembled with her climax she met his eyes seeing that dark lust that lingered in them, the possessive look that he had almost laying claim on everything that was before him. As her words shuddered along with her body she continued to tighten against him, "Julian... oh God... you unravel me, your words, the way you fit to me. All I want is these moments, all I ache for when you're not near me is the feel of you against me, inside of me." Pausing her words she stuttered her cry with a single gasp of breath, "Then I have you, and I still want more, and I seem to need it even more." Staccato gasps shuddered from her lungs as she met his gaze once more, "I need more Julian, I need you to come, I need to feel it, to see it in your eyes."
It was all he could do not to climax with her as she tightened and released around him. Watching her release take her was not new--he always liked to watch her when the moment came--but it was different now, watching in the mirror, knowing she was seeing herself as well. He met her eyes in the glass, tongue wetting his lips, drinking in each expression on her face. Her words made him smirk, and one of his hands slid to the nape of her neck when she leaned over, tracing down her spine. Each word pushed him closer to the edge of his own climax, but he struggled to hold on, to keep sliding in and out of her with as much force as he could muster. His fingers splayed back along her hips as he moved, thrusting into her faster, wanting to give her what she asked for. He bit his lower lip in an effort to hold out just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts, feeling it tight inside of him, heat rising to the point he had nothing to do but feel it break his skin in beads of sweat. Her body fluttered around him, her pulse like the beating wings of a trapped bird against and around him. It wrung moans out of him as he finally let some of the control slip, giving in and just moving, still holding her gaze, breath catching then releasing on another moan, like a litany that he couldn't escape. That he only found an echo of peace and satiety when buried inside of her was not something he could bring himself to consider, putting it down to a riotous obsession of thought and sensation, where he more than wanted, he needed. He closed his eyes briefly when the first wave of his orgasm hit, biting down harder on his lip and still crying out, but he forced his eyes open immediately, to watch himself, to watch her. His whole body pulsed with pleasure as he filled her, shaking a bit, his fingers biting once more into her hip to hold her against him, cease the movement, buried deep inside of her. The only movement was his chest as the pleasure finished sliding through him, and in the stillness he could almost feel their pulses meet and match where they were still joined.
Meeting his eyes as his release came over him was nearly enough to send her once more into that moment of pleasure all over again. It echoed along him, against him as he stilled within her. All that was there between them was the heated air and the tremor of her climax still fluttering slightly, still making her pulse race a bit. Her hand faltered a bit against the top of the dresser, inching away from her body as her fingers inched backward up trying to reassert her grasp. She had seen his features, his eyes darken with that intensity that came with everything, and she'd seen the way everything had had a reaction on her own body as well. It might have nearly took her breath away if she hadn't been so desperate to pull it into her lungs. Straightening up a bit Rachel let her hand wind around his body, her palm pressing flat against the heat of his back, the sheen of sweat once more forcing her fingers to press in a bit harder, just to hold onto him better. Through out her whole body she felt a near fire that pushed so close to the surface of her skin she wasn't even sure she could move if she wanted to. Her eyes met his in the mirror a smile crossing her features with such a raw realness to it that she felt more exposed with that smile than she did in her current state. Her hand slipped up against his spine as much as she could reach, inhaling deep just to try and calm herself from everything, but still the smile remained as she met his eyes.
His arm moved slowly to wind itself around her waist, holding her back against his chest. He moaned just a little, another shiver shaking over him as the shift pulled him out of her, and buried his face in her neck for a moment, but he kept his hold strong. He was still breathing hard as he glanced up, meeting her eyes and smiling in return, feeling just as raw. The darker edges that had danced in his eyes were retreating as he found his control again, and he ducked his head to press a soft kiss to her shoulder, finally letting his eyes fall closed as he rested his forehead against her. His free hand steadied him on the dresser, fingers curling against the edge of it, palm pressing tight against the wood. The pounding of his heart seemed to echo in his ears, rapid and uneven and he knew it was from more than just the physical exertion of the sex. Whether the game, the intensity, the change, or just her and spending nearly the week with her calling questions to his mind about what this was, he wasn't sure, but it was something, and something he needed to figure out eventually. For now, though, he pressed another kiss to her shoulder before sliding his hand to turn her to face him and kissing her lips softly.
Her body reacted slightly shifting forward as he pulled from her. It was a lacking void that she felt quickly, her hand slipping to her abdomen to press lightly for a moment. As she turned around to face him she let her mouth press to his lightly, her hands resting on his chest lightly before tipping her head down to rest her forehead on his shoulder. Her hands strayed against his back, running along the length of his spine feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. Each breath she pulled into her lungs felt thick and heated, a shared environment of sorts. Their scent lingering upon their skin and being pulled into her with each draw of air she took. Her hips held onto the slight dull ache that came with the repeated motions, the tense moments to hold onto him, to ease back upon him. All of it was still so fresh in her mind, creating moments that she'd recall later just to make her heart still a bit with want and need. It was more than just him there with her when she knew he wasn't supposed to be there. It was this urgency and need he was building up in her, that she craved him, his touch, the way he tasted, the way he felt. It was all of that and still she knew it was so much more. Lifting her forehead Rachel pulled herself closer to him, pressing her mouth to the curve of his neck, placing a soft kiss there before settling her head against his to just bask in the calm that was winding around them after the tempest that had become them.
Sark slid his arms around her, fingers teasing along her spine lightly. He kept his eyes closed and tilted his head to nuzzle lightly at her temple, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair. For a long several moments he just held her against him, almost cradling her. He still felt warm, flushed with the evening's activities, his whole body thrumming, nerves still tingling. He felt a bit weak in the knees, nothing he was really used to, and it made him smile a touch sardonically. Lifting his head, he looked at her for a moment with a question in his eyes, words he couldn't quite form. It lingered there for a moment, and then it was gone, pushed back behind his customary mask, lips just lightly curved. His fingers reached to tuck her hair back, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He wanted to linger, to just hold her, and at the same time, part of him needed to ease back from the rioting in his head that insisted this was becoming more than a risky interlude.
"Do you want some water?" he asked with a half smile. "I'm feeling a bit parched after the last few hours."
Rachel found an odd calmness being held by him, the silence, the still that they shared, all of it pushed emotions to the surface that she wasn't even really sure how to sort out away from just the heat she still felt against her skin. When he looked at her she felt different, like he was actually seeing her in a way she'd never thought to look at herself. It pulled her out of the lusty moments and into something all too unfamiliar, until he'd look away and that connection would be dropped. She wondered if it scared him as much as it did her. Still as his fingers brushed her hair back she shut her eyes lightly, feeling his mouth press to her forehead. Deeply breathing in the air between them she smiled in response to his question, "That sounds perfect."
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