"Hey Dezzy!" she looked up as a familiar voice called out her name. She smiled at the approaching figure, and waved him over to where she sat on the beach. She watched him for a moment, noticing small things about her friend that she hadn't before. His dark grey skin she was used to, and the scars, but as she scrutinized him she noticed hundreds of smaller scars she hadn't ever payed attention to. A pang went through her heart at the signs of pain suffered in the past, and hurt for her friend. Sighing, she continued rinsing the blood from her shirt, and then laid it out, and went to work cleaning her hands.
"Whatcha up to, hun?" he asked as he sat down next to her, hands folded loosely over his knees, which were drawn up slightly, his heels in the sand. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, trying not to let his admiration of her show, nor his growing arousal. He had always been very careful not to take his teasing too far with her. He knew from the beginning that she was pretty much only attracted to women, but he couldn't help teasing her once in a while. It was great that she was comfortable enough with him to tease back... but sometimes it was so frustrating. His libido was normal by anyone's standards, and she was so hot...
Dezzie sighed, and replied. "Cleaning the blood off. If ya don't, it cakes..." She chuckled a bit, knowing he understood exactly what she meant. She straightened up, looking out over the water, apparently unaware of the highly erotic picture she made for him. She was well toned (as she had to be to carry and use that monstrous rifle of hers), and her hair -short though it was- was soaked, the chill water and blood mingling to run down her face, her slender neck, and into her impressive cleavage. She looked out over the waters of Slalmanca and sighed again.
"What's the matter, hun?" he asked gently, not wanting to push, but wanting her to know he was there if she needed to talk.
"I miss them." a tear slid down her cheek. Just one, but he knew how much even that show of grief cost her. He knew how much it hurt to have those you loved ripped violently away from you. He knew how hard it was to constantly push down the emotions, simply so you could continue to function ... to hunt and take out the bad guys they were all trying to protect the city from.
"I know. You will, every day of your life. But... It's been so long ago... can't you try to let go of the pain? It's not a betrayal of them to let the hurt go. You'll never, ever forget them. You know that. Do you think, wherever they are, they'd want you to remember them as you found them? Wouldn't they prefer you to remember the happy, good times? Isn't that a better memorial than tears?" he stopped, not wanting to go too far, but wanting to give her a better perspective.
"Yeah. You know, you're right, Matthew, and so do I. It's just... it's just so hard." A few more tears followed the first one, and he took her into his arms gently, allowing her to use his strength for once. She collapsed against him and a torrent of pain and anguish poured out of her in deep racking sobs that sounded as if they were tearing her apart. He simply sat there and held her while she let it all out... he knew this was the first time she had allowed herself the "weakness" of tears since she came back to sanity after their deaths.
She pulled back a bit, turned, and leaned against his shoulder once the torrent had subsided. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it hun." he replied, turning so that he could put his legs to either side of her, and lean her against his chest. She sighed, and settled back into him, and he wrapped his arms around her once more. Scooting around a bit, she pulled a flask from her hip, took a pull, and handed it back to him. He took a mouthfull, and gasped after he swallowed it.
"Dear god, that could eat holes through Positron's armor!" He took another mouthfull, and handed it back to her.
"Oh yeah. But it's good for what ails ya." she smiled a bit, and took another long pull from the flask before screwing the lid back on, and setting it in the sand next to her. She scooted back to her place between his powerfull thighs, and giggled a bit.
"Looks like someone's happy." She giggled again, and wiggled her rear, rubbing against him. She heard him take in a deep breath and shiver, and stilled for a moment. He was all ready with an apology, and about to leave, when she did it again. Slower this time, rubbing her rear up and down his jeans clad cock, sensuously.
He closed his eyes, and brought his mouth to her bare shoulder, nibbling on her skin, waiting for her to push him away again. He had to admit he was pretty buzzed from the alcohol in the flask, and knew that with her slight body, she must be feeling it more than he. She leaned her head to the side to offer him gerater access to her neck and shoulder, and he was stunned. She never, ever even gave a hint of wanting this. Maybe it was just the aftermath of grief...
"Hun ... are you sure? I mean ... you've never let me go this far before. I don't want you doing something you'll regret later." He pulled back from her a bit, waiting for her answer.
"You think I'm snocked on the booze, don'tcha?" she asked quietly, a hint of laughter behind her voice.
"Honestly? Yes."
She stood up quickly, not losing her balance, and spun around to face him. She backed up a few steps, and executed what could have been a killing blow from a kick to his head, but she pulled it at the last moment, and all he saw was the tip of her stietto heel in his face.
"Alright, alright. You can handle this stuff better than I can, apparently" He chuckled, and she smiled, and sat back down between his legs, as close as she could get to him, and pulled his arms around her once more. She surprised him by stroking the tips of her nails along his upper thighs. He gasped, and she chuckled low and sensuously as she felt his cock harden even more against her rear.
"Someone likes it, I think." She teased as she did it again, and harder. He gasped, and involuntarily thrust his hips against her, tightening his arms around her waist. She rocked against him a bit harder, and he groaned, the feeling of her so warm and sweet in his arms, and so many clothes between them made him hard as a rock, and it was starting to get painful. She pulled his arms away from her, and stood. Taking his hands, she pulled him to his feet, and led him to the nearby wall, pushing him to lean against it. Walking away from him a bit, she began to dance. Sliding her hands over her taut belly, and up over the luscious mounds of her breasts, she rotated her hips, occasionally thrusting them forward as if in mid-coitus. She spun, posed, bent over to show her rear, and through it all, her hands roamed everywhere she could reach, her eyes almost never straying from his.
His breathing had quickened as he watched, and he could not take his eyes off of her. He was sure the bra she wore was silk, and the deep red against her pale skin was so sexy. He was desperate to fuck her, to hear her gasp out her pleasure while she rode him, but he kept his hands at his sides, waiting for her to make the first move. He was, to be honest, still a bit unsure of himself and where he stood with her.
She danced closer and closer, reaching out to stroke those soft fingertips over his chest, and down over his belly, caressing his larger scars almost as if she wanted to memorize their exact shape. She reached down, still with one hand on his chest, and cupped that hand around his hardness. She squeezed and stroked untill he thought he was going to cum right there in his pants without being able to feel her sex clasping him in ecstasy.
She moved away as if knowing how close to losing his control he was. Slowly, teasingly she began to unbutton her loose cargo pants. Slowly, she slid them down her hips, revealing small red panties he was sure were also silk. She turned, and pushed her rear out, and he saw it was a thong... leaving her firm but slightly plump rear exposed to his eyes. He groaned in pleasant torture, not able to take his eyes away from her. She pulled her pants out of her boots, and let them fall to the sand below her. She posed before him in her dark red silk thong and bra, and her stiletto boots.
Slowly she stalked forward, her hips swaying widely as she moved, drawing his gaze to her pelvic curve, and down further to her silk-covered sex. He wanted her so badly he was afraid to move, afraid to touch her for fear that he would forget himself, and hurt her. Yes, they were both Supes, but she was human-strong, and he... well, he was far more powerfull. Comming ever closer, taking impossibly small steps, she finally reached him, leaned into him, her entire body pressing into his as he leaned on the wall. He could feel her hardened nipples straining to break from their silken prison, it felt as though they were trying to drive into the hard planes of his chest.
She moaned quietly as she pressed herself into him, and grabbed his cheeks in her tiny hands, bringing her searingly hot lips to his, and kissing him. She opened to him, and prodded at his lips with her tongue. He gave in and opened his mouth to her. She kissed him as though she was going to eat him alive, nibbling on lips and tongue, somehow managing to miss his fangs, small animal pleasure sounds escaping her. She surprised him by pulling away abruptly, and jumping into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her sex into him, and began kissing him again. Her hips thrust over and over again, pressing her into his aching cock as they kissed.
Straining for the last dregs of his control, he pulled her away, and set her on the ground. Looking around, he noticed the sun breaking over the horizon, and began to worry about others finding them accidentally. Those thoughts were stopped abruptly as she ripped his t-shirt in half.
"Whoa there! Someone a little... eager?" he asked, meaning for it to be a joke.
"Oh fuck yes. I want this," she reached out to clasp his cock in her hand once more, and squeezed it, "I want this inside me. Matt, I want you to fuck me. Is that too much to ask? Or do you not believe that I want you..." She asked, the last in a slightly softer tone.
His breath sighed out of him as he replied, "No. No I don't think that's too much to ask. I'd be more than happy to oblige you." he tried to help her take his own clothes off, but she slapped his hands away, wanting to undress him herself.
"No, no... you aren't allowed to help. This is my Yule present, and I want to unwrap it." She grinned up at him, and undid the zipper of his jeans, slowly sliding her palms over his hips, her thumbs hooked in the waistband so that she could stroke the hard muscles of his thighs as she pulled his pants down. She giggled and gasped as his cock swung free of it's confinement. Though still covered by boxers, she could see it's truly impressive size, and her mouth watered.
"If ... If it's too big... We don't have to, I mean... I don't want to hurt you..." he began to stammer. She didn't want to listen to his silly nonsense, so she slid his boxers down, and licked the underside of the head, just below the ridge, and heared his words stopped with a gasp. The head was darker than the shaft, dark black veins standing out down it's length in stark contrast. She chuckled, and slid her lips over the head of him, her tongue sliding back and forth, up and down as she slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth and throat. When she reached her limit, she slowly slid back out to the tip, her tongue never stopping in it's wet caresses. Over and over her mouth enveloped him as her tongue moved back and forth, up and down over him. He could feel once more, his control being ripped away, and finally she stopped, wrapped her hands around him, and looked up at him.
"Lie down... lie down here so I can ride you. So I can feel every inch of you inside me. Please?"
Taking a shaky step away, he did as she asked, and lay down on his back, wondering how heaven had managed to escape god's realm, and come here to Paragon. She worked his Cons off, and then his jeans and boxers, setting everything in a neat pile, then practically climbed up his body, slowly, wanting to touch every part of him with every part of her own skin, which felt as if it were on fire. As her head reached his crotch, she leaned down, and flicked her tongue over his balls, taking them into her mouth, and playing with the taut skin between. She released them, and licked a long hot line frm the base of him to his tip, and continued moving up his body. Straddling his hips, her firm breasts pressed to his hard-muscled chest, she leaned in to kiss him once more. What began restrained, certainly did not end up that way. The kiss turned passionate, wild, as if both were desperate to feel every sensation because this may never come again. They kissed, ate at eachother's mouths, hands roaming everywhere they could reach.
Dezzy pulled back from the kiss first, laying against him, holding him as close as she could, gathering her courage for what she knew she desperately wanted. Standing, she pulled one shoulder strap off, and then the other, and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away from her. She lifted her breasts, almost as if putting them on display, and then pulled the tie on her right hip. Her panties were tied at each hip to hold them on, and the left followed the right, and she slowly slid them away to stand there bare before him. Her boots and gloves the only things she wore. He reached for her, feeling his ardor calmed a bit, but still desperate to plunge himself into her.
She lowered herself back down to him, her moist hot sex mimicing her legs, and straddling his swolen cock. This small touch pulled a sound from his throat somewhere between a growl and a whimper. Moving his hips, he began rubbing his cock over her, knowing he was hitting her clit every time his head was pressed up. Gasping, she began to mimic his movements, her mouth buried against his neck, teeth set in the skin there. As he thrust against her, his hands held the globes of her rear, pressing her ever tighter in against him, his claws barely toucning, but just enough for her to feel them. He reached underneath her, and pulled his hips back as he grasped his cock to slide it into her. He teased her entrance with the head, slowly stroking it over the hot wet hole, but not yet penetrating her. Dezzy whimpered, and tried to capture his cock, but he kept it just outside of her, teasing her gently with it.
"Please. Oh god, Matt, please fuck me. Please please fuck me." she begged low-voiced, desperate for him to fill her.
"As my lady wishes," he replied, and finally entered her. He went slowly, not wanting his considerable size to hurt her as he penetrated her.
She gave a growl of frustration, and sat up, impaling herself on his length, her back arching, eyes shut, mouth open. The sensation of his steel-hard cock within her nearly drove her over the edge right then and there. Slowly she began lifting and lowering herself on him, her powerful legs allowing her greater control. Gripping her rear in both powerful haands, he began to move with her, faster, and faster, watching her breasts bounce and sway above him. She lowered her torso to meet his, and wrapped her arms around him, moans and gasps in a constant stream from her as they moved together.
He rolled them over, growling deeply, and pressing his palms into the sand to hold himself up, continued thrusting, harder and harder. She was an amazing partner, seemingly able to take even his harder thrusts, her sex holding and enveloping his entire length and width without hurting her. Crying out loudly, she came, surprised by how quickly he was able to bring her. He felt her clench, heared her cry out, and he lost the last of his control. Thrusting wildly into her, he poured his release into her, shouting his pleasure without caring who might hear. Spent, he collapsed on her, holding her as she held him for a few moments.
Chuckling, she tickled his ribs, and squeezed him with her inner muscles, and heared him whimper. "Stop that you minx... that's sensitive still."
He pulled himself from her, and rolled onto his back. She rolled onto her side with him, and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks luv, I needed that."
"Oh, don't worry, it was my pleasure!" he replied laughing with her.
She jumped up, and ran for the water, splashing him as she dove into the cold lake. He watched her splash and play like a small child, and got up to join her. Wincing at the cold, he waded in to the waist, allowing the water to rinse him off, and grabbed for her hand. He pulled her into him, holding her against his chest, and she snuggled into his arms, letting out a contented sigh.
"Well, luvvy, I guess play time's over. There's some bad guys who need to be taught a lesson." She pointed where she was looking, at a group of Tuatha who seemed unaware of their presence. She slowly, quietly walked out of the water, donned her shirt and pants once more, and picked up her rifle.
"Time to play, kiddies," she said quietly as she loaded and aimed her first shot. He watched in awe as she brought down the entire group, one by one without losing a single shot.
"Remind me never to piss you off, Dez," and he walked up to the beach to retrieve his pants and underwear, which were the only things to survive.
She looked over to him and laughed. "Guess someone needs a trip to Icon!" she fell to her knees from laughing so hard. He reached down, and picked up her underthings, ripped them apart, and looked at her as he dropped the pieces.
"Now we're even!" he stuck his tongue out at her, and laughed long and hard as she yelled, and jumped to her feet to chase him.
"You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" she yelled as she ran after him. Matt continued to laugh full out as he ran toward the tram.
~*~End~*~