Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Chapter Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

That night they ended up taking shelter in a run down suburban area. They'd managed to locate a two story house that was still relatively in tact. It had a decent defensive position, and a few alleyways around in for escape routes should they need it. "There's only three rooms so I guess just sleep wherever. Since Sarah can't hold her rifle, I guess I'll be taking first watch."

"The girls can have one room, boys in the other and since Hailey sleeps with Boris, they can have the other room," Evana said as she and Sarah went into a room.

Lana said goodnight to Maverick and went in the room with Sarah and Evana. Skyla, however, stayed down stairs, looking around for something 'tree like.'

"You find anything to sleep on?" Maven asked as he walked up behind her.

She jumped. "Oh! You scared me!" she said then smiled. "I haven't checked the whole house yet...come of it is falling apart."

He nodded. "Yeah, it's been through a lot. I'm amazed that it's still standing."

She turned to him. "Um...I'm really sorry about this morning," she said and rubbed the bump on her head where she hit herself after passing out. "I didn't think I would pass out and you would carry me... Thank you."

"You're welcome. I really didn't mind carrying you, though I do hope that you'll reconsider sleeping next to me...or someone so that you can get a good night's sleep."

She smiled. "Is that an invitation, Maven?"

"Only if you're willing to accept it."

She moved to him. "I am."

Just then one of the doors slammed. They looked up the stairs. Lana was pale. "They...they're..."

Skyla blushed. "Oh..."

Sarah and Evana were having sex.

Maven looked away while Sven could be heard snickering from somewhere in the house. "I guess it doesn't matter if others are there or not for them."

Lana shifted. "I don't have anywhere to sleep..."

Maverick opened his door. She looked at him as he held out his hand. Smiling, she took it and he pulled her in. Skyla smiled softly.

"Well I guess I won't be sleeping in there tonight," Maven said with a smirk.

Skyla turned to him. "They aren't going to do anything. It's just a place for her to lay her head," she said. She started up the stairs.

"I didn't say that they were. I just know how Lana gets around him. I didn't want to step in on their private time."

Skyla paused. She turned to him. "Then where will we sleep?"

"I know it's not exactly the best...but there's a couch in the living room," he offered.

She came back down the stairs. "Then the couch it is."

He reached out and took her hand, smiling as he led her to the couch. Laying down, he slowly pulled her down to him.

Skyla moved on top of him. The couch was too small for her to lay next to him so she had no choice but to lay on top of him. She pressed her chest to his before laying her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Maven..."

He slowly wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. "For what?"

"For caring about me and taking care of me when you don't have to," she said as her eyes closed.

He smiled at that. "Well, I really haven't done much to take care of you, but I do care about you."

She sat up a bit to look down at him. Her deep chocolate hair pooled over her shoulders and onto his chest like a waterfall while her golden eyes sank into his. Her hand pushed his hair from his eyes. The moonlight poured into the windows, shinning even through the smog.

His eyes opened as he felt her shift on top of him. The gentle way she moved the hair from his eyes made him smile, and he couldn't help but to nuzzle her hand gently. "You're beautiful," he whispered into her hand.

Her heart picked up its pace. "You make my heart dance," she whispered.

He moved so that he could look up at her. "I'm glad."

She hesitated, something that she never did. Slowly, she leaned down, her eyes closing and her breathing soft as her lips pressed to his ever so lightly and soft.

His breath caught in his throat as he smiled into the kiss. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable like last time, so he let his hands rub her back while she explored his lips. They were butterfly kisses, shy but sweet. Soft but longing. After a few moments, she pulled back to look at him. Maven's eyes met hers as he reached up to caress her face, letting her know that it was okay. She swallowed, unable to rationalize what was going on with her heart. Both hands cupped his face and she pressed her lips to his again. His eyes widened as her kisses became hungrier. He shifted beneath her, his hands trailing up her body while he eagerly met her lips with his. She wasn't sure why, but she felt as if she needed him, like he was going to pull from her or leave. Her legs moved to each side of his waist, her dress moving up. Her kisses became more passionate, more lustful.

He dared to let his tongue slip across her lips, gently pushing into her mouth as she tried to take more of his flesh into her. It took every ounce of control he had not to grind his hips against her as he felt her straddle him. Skyla's eyes opened and she pulled up at bit. Her fingers went to her lips, felting Maven's saliva. Her tongue licked her lips lightly as she looked down at him.

"Sorry," he said as she looked down at him. She had an almost wild look in her eyes; and he figured that it was because he had done something she hadn't been expecting.

She said nothing. Instead, she leaned down yet again, pushed her lips over his and running her tongue over his lips to taste him just as he tasted her. She was a fast learner. He had to give her that. His hips moved up, his hard on rubbing against her. He tried to stop himself, but the pressure felt good. As her tongue ran over his lips, he parted them, letting her tongue slide into his mouth. She blushed as she felt his hard on rubbing her between her legs, but she didn't pull back. Her tongue washed over his teeth and mouth until meeting his tongue to massage it and suck lightly on it. He let his hands slide down to her butt, gently groping it while sliding her dress up. He let her suck on his tongue, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. She deepened the kiss as her hands cupped his face to feel more. As his hands went to her butt, she moved her hips, rubbing his cock just once while shifting.

Maven tried to bite back a moan, but it left his lips anyways as she shifted on his already sensitive head. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his as she breathed hard and caressed his cheeks. Daring to go further, he ran his hands along her butt, gently massaging and teasing her, wondering if he could go further with her. A long, deep breath escaped from her as she moved her hips over him again. He bit his lip, watching her face as he let himself grind against her. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan. Again, her lips met his and she started a slow grinding motion on his hips. He closed his eyes as she grinded against him. He wanted to feel more, much more. One hand slid from her ass to her thigh, which he began to stroke, letting his hand move closer and closer to her panties.

Skyla moved his hand down his chest to his pants. She gripped the top of them, her fingers feeling his hot skin while her lips nibbled and kissed his. His fingers brushed against her panties, surprised to find that they were already starting to get wet. Taking a deep breath, he slid his hand and cupped her. Skyla shivered. Daringly, she moved her hands over his pants and started undoing them. Maven looked up as her hands started with his pants. He raised his hips, letting her have better access. Slowly he started to rub her through her panties, wanting to feel her juices through them. Her breathing picked up again. When his pants were opened, she again hesitated. Slowly, her eyes locked on his. How far would they go? For the first time, she wished her powers would work so she could see what was going to happen and how he was going to act afterward. She was dying to know what he was thinking in that very moment.

Maven looked at her, trying hard to keep from blushing as his pants were opened. He shifted slightly beneath her grasp, his cheeks flushing lightly. Biting his lip, he pressed a finger against her panties, pushing it into her. He didn't know what they were going to do. Would they go all the way? Would she even like it? Was she ready for it? Too many thoughts clouded his mind, so he decided to push them back and let what happens happen. She shifted on him and blushed brightly as his finger pushed into her. Her hands fist on his shirt. Taking a moment to think, she moved her hands down his body again and started pulling his pants down. His cheeks were red as she got his pants all the way down. From there it was easy to see his hard cock through his boxers. He swallowed, letting his fingers move into her panties to gently rub against her wet lips. Her hands shook as he rubbed her. She took deep breaths and tried not to moan. Slowly, her fingers pulled back his boxers and let his cock free. Her eyes grew wide and her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest. She didn't dear touch it. She was too scared to.

Skyla's hands moved slowly up her body to the thin straps on her shoulders. Gently, she began pushing the straps down over her shoulders to her arms.

Maven's hand slid up to catch her falling straps. He'd been watching her intently and saw the look of fear on her eyes. He gave her a gentle smile. "Have you...ever seen one before?" He asked, obviously talking about his cock.

Slowly she nodded. "Xavier's..." she whisper.

He was curious how that happened, but shook his head. "Do you...want to touch it?"

Her hands fisted on her dress as she looked down at it. "I...don't know..."

He smiled at her. "It's just a part of the body. It's not like it will hurt you."

She blushed. "It's...just...it was easier when I didn't know so much..."

"How so?"

"Before I knew about the emotions, the intensity...it was simple. Just like mating for animals. Simple. But....this....is so far from simple..." she whispered.

"That's why they call it making love and not mating."

"I thought it was called sex."

"It's called that to among other things."

"Why...does it have so many names?"

"I guess to describe what you want to do. Sven calls it fucking or screwing, because he does it just for relief. Other's call it sex, and some call it making love."

"What is this called? Us?"

He pursed his lips. "I really don't know. It's definitely not screwing or fucking..." She looked him over, waiting for an answer and trying hard to keep her eyes on his and not his cock. "I guess the closest thing right now would be sex. I mean, we both care about each other...." Her heart fell. She had hoped it would sound better, like making love. Making love sounded beautiful and sweet. It was how she wanted things to be. He reached up and stroked her face. "But even so, I don't think that we'll be doing any of those tonight."

"We...aren't?"

He shook his head. "Your first time should be more special then on a run down couch in a building that is falling apart."

She felt butterflies in her stomach. Going down, she softly pressed her lips to his.

He smiled and kissed her, feeling her lay against his cock as she did that. She was ok with just kiss. She was ok with just having him there. Once more, she held his face while her lips lovingly messaged his.

Sven sat on the roof smoking his cigarette. "How in the hell did this happen?" He asked as he stared up at the sky. "Boris has the brat. Knife boy has flower girl. Evana and Sarah. Even bird boy and Skyla. How did they all get someone to be with and I'm stuck talking to a bird?"

Zenith cocked her head and cawed.

In the morning, Skyla was woken by the sounds of everyone above packing and getting ready to leave. She shifted on Maven and yawned.

Maven groaned as she moved on him. "Morning," he yawned.

She pulled up and looked at him. Tapping his nose, she slowly got off him and started stretching. He started to move his cock hanging loosely against him. His eyes widened as he realized his pants were still down.

Skyla blushed and quickly turned her back to him out of respect. "I would hurry...they are coming down stairs..." she said softly.

He jumped up, falling down on his face due to his pants being down to his ankles. He quickly struggled to get his boxers up and then his pants. Seconds later everyone came down the stairs and looked at him. Skyla shifted and quickly grabbed her bag.

"Morning," he said with a flustered face as he pretended to shift around some stuff in his bags.

"You two slept down here? Alone?"

"Well...no one could sleep in the same room with you... I had to bunk with Maverick," Lana replied as Maverick handed her bag.

Sarah smirked and hugged Evana to her. "That's because she was making up for breaking my shooting hand."

"Because of that, I chose to sleep down here so I wouldn't have to hear anything," he explained.

Evana smirked. "You would have like the sounds," she assured him before walking out.

Lana shuttered. "No you wouldn't have..."Skyla followed them all out of the house. She watched as Maverick placed his hand on the small of Lana's back.

"That enough out of all of you," Sven said with a yawn as he leaned against his gun, about ready to pass out.

"You look like shit.”

"And you look like you had a fist rammed between your legs," he muttered.

Fisting her hand, she punched him in the face. Quickly, Maverick got in-between them, keeping them from fighting. "Fucking bastard! What your mouth!"

Sven flew back, clutching the door frame to keep him from flying out. "Oh you fucking bitch," he said as he licked the blood from his lips.

"Lean to shut the fuck up!"

"Learn to take a fucking joke!"

"Go, Evana. Now," Maverick said with narrow eyes. She looked at Maverick then groaned and started walking. Maverick turned to Sven. "You know she has a temper. Why do you press her?" he asked and handed him a handkerchief.

Sven took the handkerchief and wiped his bloodied lips and nose. "Because it's so rewarding," he muttered sourly.

"So I see."

"She loves me. She really does.""Oh yes. That's why she spent all night loving you. Oh wait! That was me," Sarah said with a smirk as she pushed her way past him.

Maverick only shook his head and walked back over to Lana who was patiently waiting.

Sarah walked up beside Evana and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I just hate him," she laughed.

"He is very hateable."

She laughed again.

"So today we'll be going through the Xenomorph memorial area. By the time we get through we'll be on the edge of D.C. and then we'll have to be careful and take our time or we'll end up target practice."

"Sounds hard..."

"I'm not going to lie. It will be. So keep your weapons close and your heads down."

Lana nodded nervously and Maverick patted her shoulder. Skyla looked at everyone. "Should I have a gun?"

"That depends. Do you think you can shoot one?"

She thought a moment. "Um...no."

"Do you think that you could kill someone if you had ot?"

"No..." she said softly. "It's hard when you know so much about them."

"Then no. You don't get a gun."

"Ok..."

"Anyone else have any questions before we go into hell?"

No one said anything.

"Good. Then let's go," he said as he grabbed his pack and started off, glaring at Evana as he passed her. She only smirked as he glared at her. "Watch your back out there girlie. I owe you some blood." Evana rolled her eyes.

"So how did everyone sleep?" Boris was his normal cheerful self, trying to lighten the mood of their team which was nearly homicidal by this point.

"I slept wonderfully," Lana practically sang.

"Did that have anything to do with you using Maverick as a pillow?" Sarah asked with a laugh.

Lana blushed. Maverick pushed her hair from her face and offered her a smile. "I was glad to help."

"I'm sure you were lover boy."

"It's just a friendship, Sarah. What you choose to see is all in your head."

"Maverick, lighten up. I'm just teasing. You don't always have to be on your pedestal. We all might die today or tomorrow. We wouldn't think badly of you if you chose to have some fun once in awhile."

"I have fun. I just don't have fun the way the rest of you do."

"What do you do for fun Maverick?"

"I enjoy reading and conversations that don't involve sex or death. I like to play chest." He smiled. "And of course, I love my time with Angelia."