Reflection by Jewel

It was late.

Glancing up from her work, she was surprised to see moonlight streaming in from the taped up windows in TC's Head Quarters. HQ was eerily silent as she took in the deserted room, surprised at how quickly time seemed to have escaped her. A few minutes ago she could’ve sworn it had been light out, but staring at the clock hanging over HQ's doors she saw it was almost 1 am. Rising, she dragged herself from Head Quarters to the apartment they shared together in Terminal City.

She had expected to find him lying on their ratty old couch. On the nights when he made it home first, he was always sprawled out watching music videos, munching on those disgusting pork rinds he loved so much or possibly halfway through a bottle of Scotch. Some nights, she would walk in to find him fast asleep with the TV blaring in the background.

But stepping into the apartment she found it dark and unusually silent, with Alec nowhere in sight. Frowning, she threw her jean jacket onto the back of the couch and opened the door leading to their bedroom.

The vision before her caused her to momentarily pause in her tracks.

There, standing in the middle of the room, wearing only black silk boxers and a huge grin, was Alec. Upon second glance, she noticed that he had taken one of their kitchen chairs and placed in the room behind him, the worn oak shimmering dully in the pale moonlight.

"Alec, what the hell are you doing?" she asked suspiciously, as his eyes sparkled back at her with barely concealed excitement.

Moving toward her, he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her into the bedroom, the door shutting firmly behind her with a loud click. With a flick of his wrist, the room was bathed in soft, yellow light.

"Alec, what are you doing?" Max repeated. Confused, she watched him silently move away from her to close the Venetian blinds.

Standing before her once more, he kissed her, his lips soft and demanding against her own full ones. When he nudged his tongue against her bottom lip, she parted her mouth and he delved inside, his tongue tracing the sensitive cavern of her mouth before dueling with hers. She moaned helplessly against him before he pulled away abruptly, leaving her breathless.

"Alec," she begged. She wrapped one hand around the nape of his neck, lightly fingering his barcode in an attempt to draw him in for another kiss.

Shaking his head, he placed strong hands on her shoulders and turned her around. "What do you think?" he asked, speaking for the first time since she'd come home, his voice low.

"I know you enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror, but don't you think this is a bit of an overkill?" Max teased, eyeing the full length mirror hanging on the back of their bedroom door.

"Very funny, Max," said Alec, miffed, his eyes sparkling with barely suppressed laughter. Wrapping his arms around her slim waist, he pulled her flush against him as they stared at their reflection. "I didn't get the mirror for me," he said indignantly. Seeing her expression of disbelief reflected back at him, he smirked. " Okay, so I didn't get it JUST for me," he corrected, chuckling softly. Staring ahead, he watched himself as he nibbled gently on her earlobe. Dipping his tongue into the sensitive canal, he saw her eyes close in pleasure as she arched her neck, allowing him better access.

"I'll have you know mirrors can be a lot of fun," he said huskily against her skin. Grabbing her chin, he gently tilted her head so that she faced forward. Opening her eyes, she swallowed in anticipation as she saw his hungry expression staring back at her. "Want me to show you how much?" he whispered, his fingers lightly stroking over her collarbone before trailing downward to cup one of her breasts through the thin material of her shirt. Squeezing at the plump flesh, he used his thumb to lightly stroke over her swollen nipple.

Moaning softly at the sensation, Max threw her head back. Wrapping her hand around the base of his skull, her fingers buried in his short, soft hair, she held him in place as his tongue traced lazy patterns along the curve of her neck.

He nuzzled her hair, leaving little kisses along the side of her face as deft fingers unzipped her shirt, pulling it off of her and flinging it across the room. Palms flat against her stomach, he teased at her warm flesh before cupping her breasts through the satin bra she wore. Kneading her, he smiled in satisfaction as she arched her back, pressing herself further into his eager hands.

Taking in her flushed skin, the wanton expression of abandonment on her face, and the little mewling sounds she was making deep in her throat, he grinned cockily. One hand slipped under her bra to caress her soft flesh as the other slid down her stomach, past her navel, to fiddle with the fastenings of her pants. The sound of the zipper pierced loudly into the stillness of the room.

Feeling his hands tugging at the tight material, she wiggled, helping him to shimmy the material down her legs to pool at her ankles. Stepping out of them, she kicked them into the corner.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" he teased, laughing at her self-righteous expression.

"Shut up. Like you're not enjoying this yourself," she said, reaching behind her to squeeze him through the thin material of his boxers. He was hard and pulsating beneath her hand and she smiled in female satisfaction at the effect she had on him. It was a rush knowing that just the slightest touch from her could leave him quivering and completely at her mercy.

Opening his eyes, he stared intensely at the mirror. Slipping an arm around her, his fingers splayed across the caramel skin of her stomach as he stroked her flesh. Moving slowly downward, he cupped her through her flimsy underwear, loving how it did very little to obscure her from his heated gaze. She was hot and he could feel her wetness seeping through the thin material to lightly coat his hand. Using his middle finger, he stroked her through the fabric, exciting her further as the material rubbed against her sensitive, swollen folds.

He continued to tease her, his fingers easily sliding over the material of her now damp underwear. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut in anticipation and he could tell she was close. She arched further into his touch but he wasn't ready for the game to end just yet. Abruptly, he let her go. The sudden loss of contact caused her eyes to pop open in shocked surprise as she swayed lightly on her feet, his strong arms no longer there to support her.

He reached an arm out to steady her. Once he was certain she had regained her balance, he slowly released her. Feeling her eyes on him, he quickly reached for the kitchen chair and placed it in front of the mirror. Taking her by the hand, he moved to stand in front of it before dropping to his knees.

Placing butterfly kisses along her ribcage, he nibbled his way down her stomach before dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. He grinned when she inhaled sharply, her stomach hollowing from the sudden action. Leaving open-mouthed kisses along her silky skin, he surprised her by biting down on the gentle swell of her lower abdomen.

Gasping, her eyes opened in surprise. She groaned softly, her eyes darkening even further with arousal as the image of what Alec was doing to her was reflected back at her. It was a turn-on being able to see her own expression, to see her eyes darken with lust, her skin flush with excitement, her breasts heave with each shaky breath she took.

So caught up in her thoughts, she became oblivious to his movements until suddenly she found herself naked before him, his own boxers now flung somewhere across the room. She blinked in surprise, but the feel of Alec's hard body pressed up against her softer one was enticing and she quickly forgot everything, her sole focus on that of the sensations he was inflicting upon her.

Moaning, she arched into his touch, her tongue twining with his as she tasted him. God, she loved this. She loved the feel of him and the things he did to her. She loved his cockiness and his loyalty. She loved how he always managed to make her laugh and his ability to make her feel like she could do anything.

Lost in thought, she failed to hear his question.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, concerned.

She nodded and flashed him a smile, not trusting her voice at the moment.

Uncertainly, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, enjoying the simple act.

"I'm fine. Where were we?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Somehow, I've seemed to have forgotten. Perhaps you should refresh my memory, Max," he teased.

"Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, we were right about here," she said. Slyly, still maintaining eye contact, she closed her hand around him, watching in delight as his eyes fluttered closed. Using long, steady strokes, she ran her palm up and down his length, her thumb circling the sensitive head and catching the drop of pre-cum before moving back down, coating him.

Struggling for control, he opened his eyes and reluctantly pulled her hand away from him. "Vixen," he said softly as she pouted. Lightly kissing her forehead, he moved so that he was standing behind her. "If you continue to do that, we won't be able to play any of the games I have in store. And trust me, I have lots of games planned," he said, his voice hoarse with restraint. Sitting down on the chair, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her on his lap. He ran his hands along her inner thighs, teasing her for several seconds before parting them, exposing her inner-most flesh. "Look at yourself," he said quietly.

Raising her head, she took in their reflection. She gasped softly at the image. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed, pupils fully dilated, and her breasts were full and swollen.

God she was wet, she thought as her eyes trailed downward. She could see the dewy moisture pooling between her parted thighs. Her folds were dark and engorged and her clit was peeking through her damp curls.

The image was incredibly erotic.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered, his warm breath caressing the side of her face as she trembled lightly in his arms.

"Alec," she whimpered, closing her eyes, needing to feel him.

"Touch yourself, Max," he said quietly.

"What?" she asked, craning her neck to stare at him.

"No. Look at the mirror," he said, his hand lightly stroking her arm, making goose bumps appear as she faced forward.

"Touch yourself," he repeated, intense green eyes staring back at her.

"Where?" Max asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

"Touch your breasts," he said, biting his lip to prevent himself from groaning as she tentively cupped each of her breasts in the palms of her hands. "Touch them like I touch them," he said and was rewarded by Max lightly squeezing at the firm mounds, her thumbs flicking at the swollen peaks.

"How does it feel?" he asked, pulling aside her hair to kiss the nape of her neck. Darting his tongue out, he tasted her salty flesh.

"They feel heavy...swollen," she said, her voice strained with need.

"Does it feel good when you touch them?" he asked, kissing her barcode.

"Feels better when you touch them," she said, releasing them. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts and covered them with her own, helping him to knead them.

"Better?" he asked, grinning wolfishly as she arched her back, losing herself in his touch. "Open your eyes, Max. We're not done yet. Not by a long shot, babe," he said, nipping at her pulse point.

Gasping, Max opened her eyes, only to see him staring back at her with equal intensity. "Alec," she mewled, needing to feel him, to find the release she so desperately craved that only he could provide her with.

"Where do you want me to touch you, Max?" he asked.

"You know where," Max said, growing frustrated.

"I don't know where. Show me. Touch yourself there, Max," he said, enjoying the effect he was having on her.

"Alec, damn it!" she swore.

"Tsk, tsk, Maxie. What a dirty mouth you're got. Maybe I should punish you," he teased as her eyes blazed with anger. "Show me," he commanded as he traced the underside of a breast with his fingertips.

She glared at him in the mirror before tentatively cupping herself.

"How does it feel?" he asked, carefully watching her expression as he caressed her outer thighs.

"Hot," Max said, biting her lip.

"And what else?" he prodded gently.

"Wet," she finally said.

"How wet?"

"Really wet," she said, hiding her head in the crook of his neck. He shuddered as he felt her tongue dart out and flick at his carotid artery.

"No. Watch yourself, Max. God, do you know how fuckin' gorgeous you are?"

Raising her head, she leaned back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist.

"Touch yourself like I do," he told her.

Parting her legs even more, she slipped a finger into her warmth, lightly rubbing at her sensitive nub.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Nodding her head, she bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans.

"Describe it for me," he said.

"It's soft...silky," she said haltingly.

"What else?"

"Swollen. God, I'm swollen," she said, gasping softly as she moved her finger around her wetness, tracing at the sensitive folds before stroking at her opening.

Guiding her hand, he helped her insert two fingers inside her warmth.

"That's it Max," he said, releasing her wrist.

She began a light plunging motion as she slowly moved her fingers inside of herself.

"Tell me," he said, kissing her shoulder, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

"It's wet and hot. And god...tight. I'm so tight, Alec," she whimpered, further aroused by the image being reflected back at her.

God, she couldn't believe she was doing this.

"I know," he said, eyes blazing as he recalled how she felt around him, the way she would clench rhymetically around his cock when she was close to coming.

"Have you ever touched yourself like this Max?"

He chuckled as he saw her cheeks redden.

"Sometimes," she admitted softly. "Before..."

"Before me?" he asked, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

She simply nodded, unable to form words.

Reaching for her wrist, he slowly removed her fingers from her core. Bringing a wet fingertip to his mouth, he sucked on it, her heady flavor making his eyes close in pleasure. Using his tongue, he licked her clean before pulling away.

"Have you ever tasted yourself Max?" he asked, waiting for her to respond.

"After you go down on me and kiss me, I can taste myself on you," she said hoarsely, her words causing him to harden even more.

She felt him straining against the small of her back and wiggled against him.

"God, Max. You're going to kill me," he said, gritting his teeth before stilling her hips. He took a deep breath in an attempt to control himself before raising a wet finger to her lips, the room’s soft light making it shimmer. "Have you ever tasted yourself like this?" he asked.

"No," she said, her head resting against the side of his face.

"Taste yourself, Max," he said, stroking her hair back from her forehead.

Slowly, she darted her tongue out, flicking against her fingertip.

"How does it taste?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Tastes...different," she said, unsure of how to describe it.

Closing her mouth around her fingertip, she swirled her tongue around it.

Removing her finger, he ran his tongue along the length of it, sucking the entire digit into his mouth, licking her clean. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he sucked her finger, his tongue swirling around it before finally pulling away.

Suddenly, she heard a buzzing sound and her eyes popped open.

"Where did you get that?" she asked, eyeing the shiny silver vibrator pulsating in his hand.

"Doesn't matter," he said evasively, gently grabbing her chin and turning her to face the mirror. Knowing he had her full attention, he used the vibrator to lightly graze at her nipple, smiling as she jumped at the sensation.

"Alec, I never --"

"Just trust me Max, please," he said and sighed with relief when she leaned further against him.

"I always trust you," she said, entwining her fingers with his free hand. Using his other hand, he placed the vibrator against her clit, loving how she jumped in shock, her breasts arching toward the mirror.

"Alec, it's too much. I can't," she cried out, the sensation too intense for her highly aroused fleshed.

"Shh," he said, using the vibrator to trace along her entrance instead. "Better?" he asked, watching as she nodded. Rubbing it against her slit, he slowly moved it back up, this time circling her nub rather than applying direct pressure on it. He kept it there for several seconds before gently inserting it into her waiting depths.

Using one hand to hold her in place as she bucked wildly in his lap, his other hand continued to slowly thrust the cylindrical object in and out of her.

Hands by her sides, she desperately gripped the seat of the chair for support, her fingers digging into the redwood. Back arched, breasts heaving, she watched fasinated as Alec used the vibrator on her, the silver object, coated with her arousal, glistening in the light. She could feel herself losing control as the sensations she was experiencing began to crest. She was close, so close. She just needed a few more --

Suddenly the object was gone, and she mewled in protest, Alec's name leaving her lips in a strangled cry.

"We're not done yet, Max. Not by a long shot," he said, his own voice husky with unfulfilled desire. Unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her slightly so that he came into contact with her, the sensitive head of his erection nudging at her opening. Grabbing him, she guided him inside of her, slowly lowering herself onto him until he was completely buried within her warmth.

"Oh, God," she gasped, feeling him rock hard and throbbing against her sensitive inner flesh. Flinging her head back, she rested it against the crook of his neck, adjusting to the sensation of him stretching her.

"Watch," he said, waiting until she focused on the mirror. Placing strong arms on her hips, he helped her to rise and fall on him, the friction delectable.

Fascinated, they both watched as his thick cock slowly moved in and out of her body, the angle coming into contact with areas he normally wouldn't be able to.

Sliding a long, slim finger down her stomach to tangle in her wet curls, she frantically began to rub at her clit. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation. God she was close. So close, she thought, biting her lip in concentration. Everything faded around her, except for the intense feeling of pleasure Alec was inflicting upon her.

"Oh, God!"

Startled, her eyes popped open, Alec's actions abruptly stopping. She stared at the spot where the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door, only to discover it was no longer there, much to her mortification. What she saw instead caused her to flush, her face burning with embarrassment.

OC's own dark face was flushed as well from the sight before her, her hand on the doorknob. "I didn't...I wanted to... I--" OC stuttered, taking in her two best friends and their compromising position. Max's legs were still open, her intimate flesh exposed and OC’s eyes were drawn to the wet folds.

The action jolted Max from her stupor and she slammed her thighs shut in a vain attempt at modestly, despite Alec’s presence, deep inside her.

"I had to ask you something. Joshua told me...I'm sorry, I didn't mean --" OC tried to explain, her eyes darting back to meet Max's eyes.

Max stared at OC for several seconds, unsure of what to say while Alec remained unusually quiet behind her.

Max wasn't certain when it happened. When she noticed OC's expression turn from one of shock to one of desire, passion clearly evident in her dark orbs.

It seemed a blur.

One minute OC was standing frozen in the doorway, the next, she was standing right in front of Max, their bodies practically touching.

Watching them, Alec offered her his hand, dark fingers entwining with lighter ones as OC allowed him to pull her closer. They stared at each other, communicating wordlessly before he released her hand. Lowering them, he pried apart Max's thighs, leaving her open to OC's gaze.

"Alec, what are you doing?!" Max hissed, only to gasp in astonishment as OC dropped to her knees.

Stunned, Max could only shiver as OC caressed the inside of her thighs, her soft, small hands a strong contrast to Alec's large, stronger ones. Moving closer to Max's heat, she raised her eyes, capturing Max's dark ones, silently seeking permission.

Max couldn't believe what was happening even as she found herself nodding.

Smiling, the darker woman used a perfectly manicured finger to lightly brush over Max's soft bundle of nerves. OC stared at the shiny wetness coating her finger before slowly closing her lips around it and sucking hard. She moaned as Max's heady flavor assaulted her taste buds. Needing more, OC brought her fingers to Max and Alec's joining. Her fingers lightly brushed against the base of Alec's cock, and she was vaguely aware of his hips jerking against Max from her actions. She continued to gather Max's desire, teasing the sensitive flesh of her opening.

She locked eyes with Max before slowly licking her fingers clean one at a time.

"OC," Max pleaded, her chest heaving. She was rewarded with OC's tongue when her best friend lowered her head and flicked at the still swollen nub. Using her teeth, she lightly bit down on the little bud, smiling when Max screeched in pleasure.

Growing bolder, she lapped at their joining, her tongue flicking out to brush against the base of Alec's cock.

Probably the closest she'd ever come to one, Max thought, as her friend leaned back on her heels.

OC licked her lips, slowly running her finger around the base against the contrast of masculine hardness and velvety, feminine softness.

"OC," Alec groaned from behind Max, his voice straining.

Grabbing Max by the waist, he moved her off of him, both whimpering at the loss of contact as he slipped from her tight sheath.

Eyes drawn to his erection, OC gulped as he wrapped one hand around her wrist, his other hand entwining with Max's as he led them to the center of the room.

As Max helped Alec with her best friend, she was both astonished and aroused at the surreal events of the night as her hands moved to OC's black lace underwear, inching them slowly down her legs.

Brushing against her curls, Max slid a finger between OC's nether lips, the heat of her friend’s arousal searing her. Feeling Alec's hands on her, she allowed him to gently pull her down to the wooden floor, the cool surface heaven against her over-heated flesh.

Delicate hands spread her thighs so that she was lying spread-eagle on the floor. Max watched through partially closed eyes as OC lowered her head and began to gently lap at her sex. Arching further into OC's talented mouth, Max began to fondle her breasts, massaging the firm mounds, ragged gasps escaping from swollen lips.

Sucking on Max's clit, OC jumped as Alec knelt behind her and Max moaned as her lover caressed the soft, firm flesh of the other woman’s ass.

Slipping his hand between her legs, Alec traced the folds of the darker woman, the movements his fingers made inside her echoed with her tongue inside Max’s body.

She moaned, moving against her friend’s tongue to the rhythm of Alec’s fingers, staring at her lover as he moved.

The glowing green eyes left hers, sliding down her body to watch as OC licked and nibbled on Max's clit before plunging her tongue deep into her depths, eagerly lapping at the wetness she found. Alec groaned and continued to thrust his fingers inside of OC, who moaned against Max.

Crying out, Max looked to her lover, the sudden desperation on his face making her writhe harder against her friend’s mouth in need. Alec withdrew his fingers and sucked them, his eyes closing as he knelt, slipping his cock between OC’s legs and rubbing against her.

Jerking upright, a protest forming on her lips, the lesbian twisted her head to stare at him.

"There are other ways," he said immediately, throwing a wink in Max’s direction, his eyes a startling shade of deep green. Grabbing her friend’s thighs, he closed them, forming a tight vice around his erection as he continued to rub against her folds. OC groaned, moving back against him.

Max could only stare helplessly until OC leaned down again, moving back into Alec and then into Max with his every thrust, playing the eager part of their go between as Alec slowly and carefully commanded the rhythm, fucking her through the movements of her friend. The daylight began to peak through the partially opened blinds, the light creating interesting patterns on their naked flesh. Closing her eyes once more, Max focused all of her senses. She could hear their hearts pounding, their ragged breathing, the sound of their blood rushing in her ears. She could feel herself flying higher and higher, the sounds, colors, and touches all swirling around her, melting into a kaleidoscope of sensations until she was bursting..bursting...bursting!

***

"Oh," Max gasped, bolting upright. The room was bathed in darkness and she blinked several times, trying to figure out where she was.

Feeling a forearm tightening around her mid-section, she looked down to see Alec sleeping beside her. Glancing at the nightstand, angry red numbers glared back at her reading 3:45 am.

Then the day‘s events flooded back into her consciousness. Memories of her and Alec putting together their latest mission details in HQ, memories of her chatting on the phone with OC before crawling into bed to curl up into Alec's arms.

Ruefully shaking her head, she lay back under the covers, snuggling against Alec's side.

"You okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, her movements having disturbed him.

"Yeah, sorry," she whispered her voice still shaky from her intense dream. "Alec?" she asked hesitantly.

"Mm?" he mumbled, already drifting back into deep slumber.

"What's your opinion on full length mirrors?"

End