The Christmas Invasion
It was nearing the witching hour when Ginnie pulled into the Domicile's garage. She pulled the truck into its slot and recruited two Merc's to help her take everything inside. They loaded one of the transport carts, and one of the men, the other guy carried the eight foot douglas fir she'd purchased from a vacant parking lot that had been converted into a live tree lot.
Once inside she set up the stand, filled it with water and while the two men finessed, after much cussing and a scratched face, the tree into the stand, she unloaded the cart. She payed them both as a curtesy, and began to unpack her boxes and bags. Each item was placed in a separate pile; one for the tree, one for the rest of the suite and one for Shay's apartment.
Within another half hour she was singing along with Burl Ives as she put lights on the tree. Her mind happily occupied away from what Shay and Dayle were doing.
Moving his hips forward, he leaned his weight onto the backs of her steel strong legs, pressing his weight against their tension, using gravity and the angle to push him in as far as biology would allow. Reaching an hand down, he placed it on her cheek. He meant to say something, but he found he didn't need to - the air exited in a happy, windy sigh that did more to explain than any phrase could. Holding there a moment, he just savored her - the feel of her body around his, the looking down on her, hair played out around her body, the feel of his hand on her slightly flushed cheek...
...and the moment was gone. There was a dark and primal urge welling up within him, and putting it off would be silly. He could see the glint behind her eye as well, the same calling, he had heard the same animal sounds. He slid his hands up her arms, clasping them behind his neck. Inhaling deeply, he imagined the physics involved in the motion and set to visualize the gesture. Sliding his arms back around her, he made a scooping motion along her body and up along her lower back to the strong portion of her ribcage. Matching the curl, he pulled his body weight back by craning his back, pivoting back on her hips and then smoothly onto the weight of his feet.
Grunting from the effort, he squeezed her to his body, somewhat surprised and very pleased that the change had gone so well. He was now standing upright, Ginnie's legs pressed to his chest, her arms around his neck, pressing the weight of her body down onto him. Splaying his feet slightly for better balance, he began to tilt his pelvis, slowly at first to ensure that no unfortunate tipping would occur, then with more enthusiasm as he began to trust his footing and the glorious conjoined crushing and sliding sensations wiped his mind of conscious thought.
The jolt against her cervix, with every thrust sent her head into oblivion and her belly began that deep languid slide into the build up before climax and she was lost in the sensations he had invented for them.
"Je suis desole, mon coeur...I needed to try. I'm not sure where that came from."
Blowing out his air, he leaned over her, running his hand behind her head and drawing her to a quick kiss. Running his fingers lightly around her nipples, he began moving his body once again - the brief overexertion had thrown his synchronicity with her body's needs, and he was looking for a cue on what she needed. Altering his senses slightly, he listened to her breathing and pulse for a moment and sought to time his movements to her natural beat.
Her legs had slid down his arms to hang over the bed, and because they had grown tired so she found a perch for them where the matress and boxspring didn't quite meet up. Her hips took up the slack and helped Alec to find a rhythm that worked for them both. This particular position kept him from filling her fully, but she was able to angle things just right so that with each stroke he moved against that most sensitive place at the top of her vaginal wall, something a magazine she'd read once had call the "G-spot." She thought it was a ridiculous name, but damn if she didn't have a mini orgasm with every thrust.
That and he didn't want to collapse from exhaustion afterward - that wasn't fun. He wanted to savor the alone time they'd been given, and that wouldn't happen as effectively if he were asleep.
She drew her knees up, until her feet rested flat on the bed. With each thrust of Alec's hips she lifted her slightly by tightening her abs and pushing her feet into the bed. It pulled him just a little deeper with in her and in turn began to increase the heat building in her belly.
Soft cries came from her open lips, as their movements brought her closer and closer to climax. Her hands began to roam his body, filling her senses with him.
With a bit of a feral glint, he licked his lips and climbed back onto the bed. The predatory moment passed as soon as the skin of his hands caressed her stomach - everything but the moment slipped away when he was with her, and when they were preoccupied with each other the rest of the world was reduced to background music. Vaguely acknowledged or ignored completely. Entering her softly, he picked up where they had left off.
Smiling as her legs crept up the bed, he watched her as she began to spread her toes and pushed the balls of her feet against the bed, rippling the fabric beneath them. The pattern in the blankets was a prelude to her internal alterations - that meant Alec was free to open his senses a bit more. He'd gotten into the habit of dulling them down just a tidge so they would last the same length of time - he wasn't conscious of doing it, but would always remember to enervate his touch before the end.
Tonight was no exception. As her moans became more heavily vocal - Alec wasn't quite sure to call them, but he knew he enjoyed hearing them - he began pushing his senses open. Concentrating on his ear canals, he expanded the lower sound threshold and capped the upper, hearing a wider band, catching everything within her vocals. The sound was exquisite - distilled aural emotion. As that helped relax his mental hold on things, he moved to taste and smell. He'd be wanting those in just a moment. Since he always seemed to close his eyes when kissing, he skipped over sight and went straight to touch as Ginnie's hands began exploring his body. He was a bit sweatier than usual, but it wasn't distracting, even with his senses opened. The spinal column was mostly preoccupied with the glorious treasure trove of information assaulting him from below in the form of his lover.
Usually, it was the touch that set him off, but not tonight. There was something in her vocal tones, some clearer note of passion that latched onto him. She was close, so close. He liked waiting for her to finish first...it felt like he had done his duty, or something similarly irrational, but he simply couldn't. Perhaps his own expression of pleasure would set her over. Gasping slightly as she reproduced that perfect sound in conjunction with an interior constriction, Alec leaned into her, letting himself free.
Kissing her lightly as he thrust involuntarily into her, he found he couldn't focus enough to find her fang. Instead, he bit his own tongue, letting the blood pass its way naturally down into her mouth from his teasing lips.
The blood stopped all too quickly, but it helped to bring her down out of the clouds. When orgasm finally released its hold on her body she collapsed into the silky softness of the bed. Her eyes opened with a flutter of lashes and she smiled up at her lover.
Word seemed appropriate, but she didn't have any quite yet. She needed to come down from the high a little bit more, before she could speak or even utter a syllable. So she contented herself with exploring his sweat-sheened body with her finger tips.
Returning the soft smile, he savored the feel of her hands, soft from oil and calloused from labors, rub over his energized skin. Sighing happily, he began to relax his weight down on top of her, then stopped. With his index finger, he brushed up a droplet that had missed its intended destination. Offering his finger to his love, he opened his mouth slightly, barely a smile, in anticipation of the licking sensation - it would probably be exquisite if he pushed his senses open a little further...
She snuggled down into the blankets and wrapped a leg around his, holding him close to her. She loved this time just after their love making when they were both reluctant to move and desired to hold each other close. They drew this time out for as long as possible, even when they were in a mod for more than one round. They lingered there, holding onto the joy and pleasure that this act brought them.
Wrapping them up a bit farther, Alec squirmed in as close as possible. Inhaling their scent deeply, he smiled. Kissing her, he wrapped her in his appendages as much as possible. This was like dessert, but sweeter and better for the waistline. Not that either of them had to worry about that, ever. Brushing his nose against her cheek, he relaxed...well and truly relaxed. For a moment, he just was. Not any of his labels, not any of the impressions of others. The sensation had become increasingly rare as their lives had grown more busy.
From the sound of things, life tended to get more complex as time went on rather than less. Of course, that was probably good - it would alleviate boredom over eternity. But he couldn't see getting bored with this. Comfort and affection were tender traps, and all too welcome.
Her left leg moved down and that caused him to move with in her just a little, and that brought her fully back into consciousness. Green eyes opened to stare at the ceiling above her as fingers begin to play over the skin of Alec's back.
"Up for another?" She whispered in a voice heavy with sleep and sex.
An unspoken warning marked movement - her leg slid down a bit, moving his own body. The spell was broken, but the results were...rather pleasant. Motion at their joining had made him aware of the still untapped potential of the moment. Her voice seconded the question - was he ready to leave her body? Involuntarily, he responded, his flesh growing torrid within her as the blood refreshed itself. Slowly, he let loose a sigh, that turned into a low hum of pleasure, then affirmation. Not moving from their coiled state, Alec resumed the practice of breathing in a meaningful way.
Kissing her shoulder, he then turned his head to kiss her neck, then her lips. Lightly, softly at first, then he retreated to her neck. Kissing it slightly, he kept his body as motionless as possible...then began tensing himself within her, pulsing slightly, allowing himself to refresh and to wake her body slowly from its dormant state. Abstractly, he wondered what it felt like - he hoped that it was as pleasant for her as it was for him. Letting free a sigh of contentment, he ran his nose lightly along her neck.
She moved her body in just such a way as to press her lips to his flesh. Occasional flicks of her tongue brought the taste of him fresh and heady to her brain. His usual palate was infused with a tang of salt, it delighted her to know she was the cause of such a change.
Her own soft sigh followed his as she felt the result of her awakening of their bodies. Her neck arched and her lips found the tender flesh of his earlobe. She licked gently at the soft bit of skin, before sighing softly across the moistened spot.
Satisfied that the changes were well underway, he lightly pushed her head to the side with a kiss on her jawbone. Licking her neck lightly, just above the collarbone, he carefully made a small puncture there, welling a tiny bit of blood up. Tasting her unique mix of rich coppers and oils within the larger taste of iron and proteins set him on fire...even that slightest taste.
She was expecting their love making to be slow and lazy this go around, but he had pressed a button that had her wanting something more raw and carnal. She moved her face to flesh part of his shoulder and returned the bite, just a small one, that only gave her a few drops of blood, but she knew he would understand what she wanted. He always knew.
Shifting his shoulder, suddenly, slightly, to open the cut a bit more, Alec returned to the fresh mark he'd made on her neck and returned the favor. By angling his teeth slightly, he opened the pinpoint punctures enough to pour her thick life into his mouth. He didn't swallow - he let the fluid coat his mouth, roll over his tongue...the essence of her assaulting him from inside and out. It was, honestly, a bit more than he could handle - withdrawing from the punctures, mouth half full, he let a hiss of exhilaration escape through his nostrils as he began arching his pelvis, renewing the motion of their bodies. A bit shocked from the sensory overload, he squeezed her tight and rolled onto his back, holding her close to him as he took a more submissive position to regain his clarity.
With one last pull on the closing wound, Ginnie moved her hands to Alec's shoulders and pushed herself up. As his member slid deeper with in her, she swallowed his life's blood. With a small closed lipped smile she began to move her hips in a small circle.
Welling deep from his body, he pushed loose all of the stored air in a series of silky sibilants, expressing his satisfaction in terms any vertebrate could have understood. Relaxing his body, he was rewarded with those small, delicious circles that she would make from time to time, the gyrating motion playing upon every angle of his phallus, leaving no angle wanting. The twin pressures on his shoulders meant that she was really moving into it - he didn't need the presence of her hands to notice, but the tripod contact added an extra little something that made his toes go wide and grasp the air as he involuntarily sucked in the surrounding atmosphere. It tasted of them - the smell of their salts, their mingling fluids, the scent of her body wash and his degreasing soap, gun oil and leather softening agents, metal and satin, citrus and blood. Reminded, he pulled back from the tastes overwhelming his mind and focused on the tactile sensations.
Sliding his hands up her arms, he snaked them up toward her chest, where he cupped her breasts. Cradling each orb, he trained each thumb over the peak of each mound, teasing the tips with cycles in time with the larger circle of her hips. Opening his eyes...had they been closed this whole time? He beamed up at her - it was foolish of him to deprive his orbs of her radiance. Sensory overload could make a body perform some nonsensical actions. Eyes fuzzy, he took in the shapes that her body was creating, a swirl of colors and geometries above him that formulated into the divine equation. The lines that formed the curves that created the bodies that held the spirits that housed the emotions that sparked the thoughts that were processed electrically throughout the bodies comprised of the shapes that were expressing the emotions of the housed spirits through calculated motions of physical forms. And most teenagers claimed to not like mathematics.
Locking his gaze with her, Alec slid his hands down from Ginnie's lovely breasts to rest on each of her hips. Moving in time with her cycles, he pulled out slightly, then probed more deeply, adding a piston motion to the cycles that she had created. Careful with his timing, he ensured that each upward gesture was a carefully engineered motion of pleasure, sure to hit the internal target area that her body had defined for him over time. Thanking her through actions seemed most appropriate. Keeping his timing as the cycles altered with her internal states, he let the stimulation wash over him.
Her body became one long tingling creature, and her head began to feel light and unattached. The muscles that held tightly to his member clenched, and the waves of orgasm began to overload her senses. She cried out his name, her fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, long past the point when she felt something hot pool in her fingernails.
It surprised her to come so quickly after the first, but there was nothing she could do to hold off the tide, so she rode the waves on the impalement of her lover.