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Part 19
“This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city.”
Mole’s face flashes onto the screen.
“The face of a monster? A soulless killing machine? Or maybe a person willing to risk his life to save a helpless child from certain death? Despite the wave of hatred, fear and violence directed towards transgenics, this one did not hesitate to step up and help when ordinary humans failed. Without him the fire on Clayton Street earlier this morning would have turned into a tragedy. Thanks to him, eight-month-old Celia Chase is now at the hospital for observation with excellent chances of a full and quick recovery.
“So what do today’s events tell us about her savior? That he is a bigger person than us, willing to help those who have shunned him? That he has a soul, a heart, compassion enough to care about this helpless child, enough to risk his own life to save it? And how will this person be rewarded? With more hatred, more fear, more violence? Maybe it’s time we started questioning our stand when it comes to transgenics. And maybe it’s time we started asking ourselves who the real monsters here are. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Peace. Out.”
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By the time I get home I am once again soaked. This rain is really starting to annoy me. I mean, come on. Can’t it stop? At least long enough for me to get home without ending up looking like a drowned rat?
Joshua isn’t here, probably staying in TC for the night. I think he mentioned something like that earlier today. Oh well. It’s not like I mind having the house to myself…even though it does sort of creep me out. It’s so dark and the wind is howling and…damn it, no electricity? Fucking brown outs…does it have to be tonight?
To make myself feel a bit better, I start lighting the candles that are scattered around the living room in case something like this happens…which is normally about every second day. Not that I’m scared or anything. Nope. Not me.
Then I go to my room and light the candles there as well. On my way back to the living room I pass the bathroom and my gaze just sort of clings to the tub.
Mmm…a nice hot bath would be perfect now. I spread some of my candles around the room before I get the water running. Add some of my Vanilla Musk bath oil and once the tub is half-full I heat up the water with my powers. That way if I overdo it – not that that like, ever happens – I can just add more cold water.
Surprise, surprise, I do overdo it. The frigin water even boils for a short moment. I really should get the hang of this soon. It’s embarrassing that I can’t master something as simple as heating water.
After a few minutes of adding cold water I carefully dip a finger into the water, then my whole hand. It’s still a bit too hot, but at least I won’t be in mortal danger when I get in. I close the door in case Joshua comes home after all and peel off my wet clothes. Then I climb into the tub and sink into the hot water…this is heaven. It’s exactly what I need after the day I had.
I just lie there, letting my mind drift. I don’t realized how sore my body is until my muscles slowly start to relax. God, this feels better than sex…almost. I realize that sex is probably precisely the reason why I’m so sore in the first place, among other things, and damn it, I blush. Why, I do not know since nobody is here to see me, but I still do.
And it’s not even just my face. My whole body seems to be flushing and that’s not just coming from the hot water doing its thing. I can’t believe it. How can Alec have that affect on me when he’s not even here? I just have to think of the incident in the ally and I become all hot and bothered. What am I, a guy?
Suddenly the door burst open and, I swear, I almost jump out of my skin. My heart does some jumping of its own, landing in my throat, before it starts beating furiously.
“Alec, have you lost your mind?! You almost gave me a heart attack.” I can’t believe him. What the hell does he think he’s doing?
Then I look at him and realize that he looks like he’s close to a heart attack himself. He’s just staring at me, wide-eyed and panting like he just ran a marathon. His eyes have this feral look in them…it’s almost scary.
Almost.
Instead it sends a shiver down my spine, one that has little to do with fear.
“Alec?” I ask again, a bit calmer this time, but he just stares at me. “Okay, now you’re freaking me out. What’s wrong?”
I’m seriously beginning to get worried here. I mean, this is like, the anti-Alec. I’ve never seen him like this before. Speechless and serious and…are those hints of fear I see in his eyes? Geez. Now he’s really scaring me.
“It…it’s nothing,” he tells me, still staring at me wide-eyed, still freaking me out. Then he seems to shake himself out of it because his smirk is back.
Strange. I almost missed it.
He makes his way towards the tub and I scowl, making sure that I’m covered with bubbles. No idea why since it’s pretty dark, despite the candles, and he’s seen all this at least half a dozen times by now. And I had sex with him in an alley today for crying out loud! Maybe all the more reason…
“What are you doing here anyway? I’m taking a bath in case you haven’t noticed and I wouldn’t exactly mind some privacy.” My voice is as icy as I can muster and I give him my best alien-death-glare. He has that glint in his eyes and I do not like it.
I like it even less when he lets his jacket drop to the floor.
Damn it, did he just take off his shirt? What the hell does he think he’s doing? Okay, now he’s unbuttoning his pants. Not liking this any more than before.
And he’s still smirking.
And, damn it he looks hot.
Candle light really is becoming…it makes his skin glow, enhances his muscular chest in the best possible way…I remember wanting to ravish him earlier, but I block those thoughts now.
“If you think you’re getting in here with me you’ve got another thing coming,” I tell him.
Two seconds later he’s naked and on top of me. I try to ignore the fact that he’s pressed against me in the most intimate way…and hardening.
“What part of ‘no’ did you not understand?” I ask baffled.
He smirks, presses himself against me even harder. “Just sorta lacked the sincerity.”
I’m about to throw some witty comeback at him, but he’s already kissing me.
And it’s not what I expected.
I expected fire. I expected passion, desire, lust. But it’s not any of that. His kisses are sweet and tender and soft, making me sigh and turning my insides into mush. It’s all so slow and airy and barely even there, almost desperately so.
Then he pulls away. He’s smiling at me softly. Not smirking, smiling. I didn’t even know he was capable of that.
And, damn it, I like it.
I actually like it. What is wrong with me?
Then he moves off me and suddenly we’ve switched positions. He’s behind me now and I’m cradled against his chest. His warm, wet, very hard and very muscular chest.
Sigh. I’m enjoying this way too much.
Then he wraps his arms around me and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. My eyes drift shut and I just lie there.
I’m trying hard not to, but I’m really enjoying this. Have I mentioned that before? It’s…nice. I feel safe, sheltered. Like I’m in this nice, warm cocoon where nothing and nobody could ever hurt me.
“Where’d you disappear to all of a sudden this afternoon?” His voice is barely more than a murmur and nonchalant enough, but somehow I get the feeling that there’s more behind his question than he’s letting on.
“Went home,” I tell him, my voice lazy and soft. “Stopped by Logan’s on my way.” Which is sort of a stupid thing to say since Logan’s apartment is anything but on my way home. Oh well. It’s close enough to the truth.
“You and Logan getting chummy?” And I just know that Alec is smirking. I can hear it in his voice. And even if I didn’t, I’d know it all the same. For Alec, that kind of comment just goes hand-in-hand with a smirk.
“That’s not the way I would put it.” It’s more like a professional relationship. But I can hardly tell Alec that.
“I was worried when I couldn’t find you anywhere. You could have told me you were leaving. I would have given you a ride.” His tone is soft, but I can hear his sincerity. I can hear that he really was worried.
Damn it, what the fuck is happening here?
I shiver. I can’t help it. I don’t even know why, but his words got to me, found that one place in my heart that I’d been so good at keeping guarded lately.
It’s supposed to be off-limits. How the hell did he get there?
I take a calming breath, then shrug. “You were busy,” is all I say, trying very hard not to show how affected I am by his words.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! This is not the way this was planned. None of this was planned to be exact, but this was planned even less than the rest.
But then Alec’s hands start traveling over my body and within seconds I’ve forgotten everything else. He runs his hands over my arms, my stomach, my thighs. His touch is like his kisses were, soft and tender and slow, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He doesn’t seem in any kind of hurry, taking all the time in the world to explore my body.
Like he hasn’t done that a million times before.
His lips start nibbling on my earlobe, then they trail kisses down my neck.
I shiver, again.
I don’t know how he always does that to me. Then his hands move upwards, gliding over my stomach before cupping my breasts. He teases my already hard nipples, his mouth never leaving my neck. I moan, arch my back. His touch is too tender, too soft. I want more, need more. This teasing has got to stop.
“Alec,” I moan squirming against him.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers. “Just relax.” I want to protest, want to tell him that relaxing is the last thing on my mind. But then his right hand glides down my body and slips between my already parted legs, making all thoughts just fly out my mind.
His finger drifts over my clit, making my groin tighten, before it slips lower. I can’t help but gasp. One of my hands clenches the edge of the tub and my head falls back onto his shoulder as Alec continues his ministrations. Desire is radiating through my body, laced with passion and lust. I feel like every inch of me is on fire.
I lift my hips without even knowing what I’m doing, pressing myself harder against Alec’s hand. I’m aching for more and Alec seems to know that. He increases the speed, increases the pressure and then he slips a finger inside me.
Little gasps and moans are escaping from my lips. I can’t help it. Molten heat is shooting into my groin and my whole body begins to tremble. I don’t think I can take this much longer.
“Oh God,” I groan as release washes through me, hot and liquid and perfect. I simply melt under Alec’s touch. I can’t help it.
It takes some time till I can breathe again, even longer until I find it possible to open my eyes and blink away my blurred vision. I’m still trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm.
That’s when I notice that Alec is raining kisses down my neck. And that my left hand is still clutching the tub. It’s starting to cramp. I release the tub and flex my fingers.
Then I turn around and crush my lips onto Alec’s.
I’m in control now, and I have no interest in keeping things soft and tender. I bite his lower lip just to make my point before thrusting my tongue in his mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind the change in pace, or at least he’s not complaining. Not that I’m really giving him the chance to. I felt like ravishing him earlier today, and guess what? I’m feeling like it again.
Alec suddenly gets up, never breaking our kiss. I’m wrapped around his body as he steps out of the tub.
“What are you doing?” I murmur in between kisses.
“Bathwater and condoms don’t mesh well,” he tells me.
I raise an eyebrow. Whatever.
Then my mouth crashes into his again and he stumbles back, crashing into the bathroom door. I smile. This seems to be affecting Alec even more than I thought. I press my lower body into his before I begin to rub myself against him.
He groans, curses. I smirk. “Bedroom,” is all I say. He doesn’t have to be told twice.
When we get there we tumble onto the bed. After that everything becomes blurry. I thought I was in control, but somewhere between the bathroom and the bedroom, I lost it again.
Alec’s hands are all over me, his mouth is wrecking havoc on my senses. Then he dons a condom and thrusts into me. He keeps the pace slow at first, tender, while raining kisses over my face, my neck, my chest. When his lips finally meet mine his kiss is soft and gentle, holding back the passion and fire I feel simmering just under the surface.
And it gets to me.
God…he’s making me feel all these things, want all these things. What is he doing? Doesn’t he know that that’s a dangerous direction to be heading in?
Apparently not and soon enough I forget about it myself. His pace quickens and I get lost in the moment, lost in Alec, lost in us.
I feel it building, feel the first tremors racing through my body. I moan, dig my nails into Alec’s back. Then Alec thrusts into me one last time and something inside me explodes. Release crashes into me, ripping me away from the here and now, swallowing me whole.
The feelings are too intense, too much to bear, and yet not enough. I shudder and convulse and Alec’s name escapes my lips as a muffled scream. When I regain my senses my whole body is still shaking.
Wow. Talk about intense.
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