Thursday/early Friday
He came to me tonight.
I was sound asleep when a noise woke me. He'd slipped in my door and stood beside the bed. I could see the light glinting off his ring and knew instantly who it was. Without a word, I sat up, and he settled onto the bed beside me. It was a long ago ritual, I used to do this when he woke from a nightmare, he used to comfort me the same way after Ellen died.
For a long time, the tension in the room hung over us like a shroud. I could hear the ticking of the great clock at the end of the hall, the sound of Rachel clicking the keys of her laptop, and Kat singing a lullabye to one of her dolls.
I could hear the sound of his breathing. That's what I focused on after a minute, the sweet sound of him beside me.
I could smell the faint lingor of his aftershave. Without realizing it at the time, I leaned slightly sideways until my head rested on his shoulder.
His arm came around me, pulling me closer automatically. I snuggled into the warmth, letting myself relax in his grip. For the first time in weeks, I felt safe.
He kissed my forehead, something he never used to do. I tilted my head up to look at him, at his beautiful changeling eyes.
He smiled softly, his lips coming down to press againest my forehead again. I closed my eyes, inviting him to kiss me again.
I nearly cried in relief when he did. He tasted so good, sweet and salty both. His lips moved from mine to my jaw, then down my throat.
I ran my hands under his shirt, wanting..no..needing to feel his skin under my palms. He shifted forward, I sat up again, pulling the wretched cloth over his head and throwing it to the floor.
He undid the buttons of my pajama shirt, pulling it off my shoulders, kissing and licking everything he uncovered. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, Alex was right in the next room, she might hear me and think something was wrong.
But everything was right, oh God above forgive me it felt so right!!
His skin was like a drug, I couldn't get enough of tasting him, touching him. When his hand closed over my erection, I thought I'd scream!
He massaged me through the fabric of my pajama bottoms and my underwear, I slid my hand down his stomach until it covered the zipper of his jeans. He moaned quietly, rocking gently into my cupped palm.
I undid the zipper, sliding myself down his torso until my head rested on his thigh. He leaned back, pulling his hand away from me and tugging at my remaining clothing. I slipped it off gratefully, aching to have him touch me skin to skin. He apparently felt the same way, touching my cheek to get me to look up at him while he slid his jeans off.
He had just lain down when I took him into my mouth. He cried out in surprise, biting his lips to muffle it. Julia always wondered why his lips were torn up, and mine too for that matter. Out of everyone, I think she alone knew about us.
And to think she loved him enough to let him stay with me when he needed to, or when I needed him to. I loved her for that, that she could share without resentment.
It hurts so much. I should have gone with them. She wouldn'tve been alone againest that monster. Maybe I'dve died too, maybe not, but I should have come back to help them.
I knew the power of the sepulchres. Hell, I'd been with Derek when he uncovered the fourth one. The fire it caused wiped out three villages and killed I don't to this day know how many people.
But none of this was going through my mind as I nipped and nibbled at the tender flesh of his cock. Or as I felt his hand close over my hip and tug me around until I straddled him, not the least interrupted in my activites.
I did have to stop for an instant as a wave of sheer bliss hit me when his lips touched my inner thigh, moved slowly down to kiss my scrotum.
It had been so long..I closed my eyes againest the sweetness of his minastrations and lowered my head again, determined to give tenfold whatever I felt.
I swear that man has the most talented mouth in the world. Just the memory of what he did is driving me up a wall. How I managed to do everything I did to him is beyond me. I could hardly think, only feel.
A hot wetness engulfed me, and I moaned low in my throat. I didn't have a choice, everything else was happily full. We found our rythm, his mouth lowering as mine came up. That way we could both breathe and enjoy what was going on. I needed the extra oxygen, it had to compensate for all the blood that wasn't in my head.
We'd bring each other to the edge and stop, just short of falling over. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and I shifted off of him, rolling onto my back so I could sit up. He sat up too, pulling me to him for a long, salty kiss.
Those lovely eyes of his studied me for a minute, as he pulled away, then he slipped off the bed and padded to his jeans.
My heart sank, thinking he was going to leave. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then dropped the jeans and came back to me.
I kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed, sensing what was going to happen. He sat down next to me and I snatched the tube from him.
I took the cap off with my teeth, something he'd always told me made me look like a demented beaver, and spat it across the room. I wasn't going to let him out of here until the whole tube was gone and we didn't need a cap anymore.
I squeezed a generous amount into my palm and settled the tube on the night stand, scooting closer to him as I did so. I warmed the gel between my hands and used both of them to cover him with as much of the stuff as I could.
He got impatient when I spent almost twenty minutes just fondling him and making sure each little space was covered evenly. To be honest, I think he was upset that I was having all the fun and he was being driven crazy by my fingers. He was hard as I rock when I started, now he looked like an iron bar.
I smiled teasingly and turned around, getting to my knees. He growled something incoherent and tackled me, his stomach to my back as we lay together.
I shifted my leg over his, and moved the other one so I was fairly well open to him. I felt him twist a bit to get some more of the lube and then I felt the cold touch of it around my anus.
I shuddered when he plundged his fingers inside me, making sure I was good and ready to take him. By then, I'd have let him do it dry, just so I could feel him inside me. His kissed my throat and I twisted as much of my upper body as I could to meet his lips. We had been slow, warm and loving, now we were fast, hot, and loving.
He spent as much time getting me ready as I had him, exacting his revenge. We were both sweating and panting by the time he decided he'd had enough and I felt the first touch of his cock againest my opening.
I pushed back, relaxing my muscles as much as I could as he entered. I don't have enough words to describe what it felt like, to feel him sheathed in me. I felt..whole. As if something I didn't know had been missing had returned.
When he was fully inside me, he lay quiet, letting me adjust to his presence. I lay there for a long minute, just drinking in the sensation of being filled, then I rocked my hips forward a bit.
He withdrew, then pressed back into me. We were back to slow and tender but I didn't care. I wanted this to last as long as humanly possible.
Well, I think he could've held out longer if he hadn't started fondling me. The double sensation were soon too much to handle and I lost it, my muscles clenching around him, forcing him deeper inside me.
He withdrew a bit, and plundged back in, his rythm picking up speed as I shuddered in orgasm. I went over again, if that's possible, as he climaxed, pushing himself so deeply inside me I was sure we'd be locked together forever.
We lay trembling, him holding me as if he'd never let me go. When I felt him soften and slip out, I turned to face him, pulling his head down to rest on my shoulder.
He cuddled againest me, as I sleepily hooked a toe into one of the blankets and dragged it up until I could get a grip on it with my fingers. I pulled it around both of us, and held him closer.
I must've fallen asleep again because when I came to my senses, he was leaving me. Already dressed, he was twisting the cap back onto the lube. I lay with my eyes half closed, only opening them fully when he slipped the tube into the nightstand drawer.
"Don't go," I whispered, "Please."
"I have to." He whispered back, in that faint accent I adored. "The others are going to be up soon."
I sighed miserably and he knelt, giving me a gentle kiss. "I'll see ya at breakfast." He smiled, stroking my hair for a second, then getting to his feet and walking to the door.
Framed in the light from the hallway, he said, so softly I could barely hear it, "I love you Philip." Then the door closed and he was gone.
I tried to sleep again, and couldn't. I miss him already, and my head is reeling from what he told me. Maybe tonight we can talk, to get things out in the open where they need to be.
I can only hope.
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