the breaker

AUTHOR: Pandora

DISCLAIMER: The usual.

PAIRING: Rachel and Jimmy

RATING: Vanilla sex

SUMMARY/NOTES: Rachel comforts Jimmy in the aftermatch of the 'Bad Company' episode. Unbeta'ed. Thanks to Mystic for the idea of "The Bunkhouse Chronicles" - that is a series of snapshots written in first person and set in The Bunkhouse (or thereabouts). I hope other people will consider writing one. I can't wait to see yours Mystic.

THE BUNKHOUSE CHRONICLES

THE BREAKER

I saw him sitting in a chair. His shoulders stooped, his hands holding his face. “Despair,” I thought. He was in despair because he killed an innocent woman. He turned his head and I saw his arm wipe his face, “Go away Rachel!” he said gruffly. I could hear a slight waver in his voice. Ignoring his command, I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at my touch and turned away. I wasn’t going to give up. He needed me to comfort him. I slowly slid my arms around his waist and he let me.

“Jimmy”, I whispered in his ear, my chin almost resting on his shoulder, “Let me comfort you.” He turned to look at me and I have never in my life seen a face so desperately devastated, so full of guilt, so inconsolable. He didn’t need words. There was nothing I could say. I caught a glimpse of his watery eyes and he lowered his head so I wouldn’t see and as he blinked, a teardrop landed on the floor and made a wet stain there.

“Just leave me alone!” he said gruffly.

I was still standing behind him but I turned around to face him. He couldn’t hold my gaze. I put both my hands on his shoulders so he was sitting up straight in the chair. I leaned in but he still wouldn’t look at me. I cupped his wet face in my hands and kissed the track of his tear. He let out a choke and another tear came. I kissed it and he tried to pull away as I licked the salty pain, trying to take the anguish away from him and replace it with my love. I sat down on his lap, my legs straddling him and put my arms around him. He didn’t seem surprised or shocked. We kissed slowly and softly and tenderly then roughly. In the heat of it, I got up to remove my blouse, skirt and underclothes and he stood up from the chair to do the same. He fumbled with his buttons until I took over. Although I wanted to linger, I undressed him quickly and competently, like a mother would undress her young child. Once we were naked, he tried to take charge and push me towards the bunk. I pushed him back into the chair and resumed my former position straddling him. “You don’t have to do anything, you don’t have to say anything,” I told him.

He relaxed a little and tried to bury himself between my breasts. I put my hand over his growing cock and stroked it gently. It wanted comfort, it needed me. He started to lick and suckle my nipples, making small noises. He was seeking comfort. A wave of aching lust surged through my body. I wanted touch his nipples, suck him dry and fuck him hard but I had to be gentle, for now. This would not be the moment to satisfy my own Hickok fantasies. I was here to ease his pain. I wasted no time lowering myself down on his hard shaft and welcomed him inside me. I clamped my muscles around him lightly and out juices mixed together. I wanted to protect him although deep down I knew that my level of wetness was due to pent up fucklust for the man.

He had stopped kissing my shoulders and breasts and his eyes were closed, head back. He was just experiencing. As I rocked him up and down, I could hear his slow moaning and whimpering. I didn’t know whether he was groaning with pain or with pleasure. Probably both. I continued sliding up and down, my pace slow and steady. It reminded me of the beach. Of the gentle waves that threaten to break but eventually just dissipate and rise up again rhythmically. I didn’t want to climax to loudly. This wasn’t about me. I tried to stifle it a little but couldn’t as the low moans escaped me and the wave broke, and the foam exploded inside me. I had to let him cum inside. I couldn’t reject him now. I would worry about the consequences later.

“Rachel” he said, “What have I done? I killed that woman.”

“Shhhhh” Jimmy. I said, just let me hold you for a while. I’m here Jimmy. I’m here. And I held him.

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