Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Chapter Forty Five ( Chapter 45 )

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

"What?" Maven turned to her. This was new to him as well.

Sarah paled and nodded. "I'm sorry, Skyla. I didn't mean to...."

"It's alright. I've had worse done..." she whispered.

"Did it happen when you were taken with me?"

"Maven...I don't think you should ask such-"

"Yes," Skyla said softly, cutting Maverick off. "On the way to the there... There was nothing you could do."

"Who? Who did it?" He asked, his voice cold and sharp like the edge of a knife.

"I really don't think this is the time or the place, Maven," Skyla said and the cup shattered in her hand. She looked at Xavier. "I'm sorry..." Lana shot up from her chair to get a towel while Skyla picked the glass out of her hand and threw it all away.

"It's okay dear. I have plenty more where that came from," Xavier smiled.

Maven just shook his head. Someone was going to pay. He didn't know what he could do, but someone was going to pay.

"Thank you," Skyla said as Lana cleaned the tea and dabbed her hands.

"Of course."

Sven reached over and handed her another glass of tea. "Try not to break this one," he winked.

She laughed lightly. "I will try," she smiled and sipped on it.

"Well this all nice and whatever, but where are the other locations for the pieces?" Sarah asked, leaning back in her chair while playing with a knife.

"As far as I can tell there are about six pieces still missing. Once you have them we'll be good to go. I was able to format the one data disc that you already found. It's the programming matrix for the A.R.K."

"As soon as Evana can walk again, we will be leaving," Maverick said then sipped his coffee.

"I'll be fine my tomorrow. Mostly it's just sore but it will go away with time," Evana shrugged and Skyla nodded.

"Just stay on your back tonight and you'll be fine," Sven smirked.

"There you go with the talking again."

"Yes, well what can I say? I have such a beautiful voice."

"For once I wish I could just say something and you not comment."

"What can I say? I love to talk."

Maven rolled his eyes. "Sven it's too early for this. Could you be quiet."

Sven smirked and closed his lips.

Skyla glanced at Maven, already he was acting older. It was only a matter of time before he was like the others, in charge and head strong.

Maven smirked as Sven fell quiet. He turned around and started for his room. If they were going to be leaving in the morning he wanted to go ahead and get packed.

"Will Lana be coming?"

"Yes!"

"No."

"What?"

"No."

"Yes," she said with narrow eyes. He looked over at her. Her eyes burned into his. "Yes."

He nodded. "Yes."

"Already it's like you're married. She's already wearing the pants in the relationship." He was trying really hard not to laugh.

"I try not to fight with the woman that feeds my child and shares my bed."

"That's because she could always deny you," Evana smirked. Maverick smiled and nodded. Lana blushed and quickly went to her room to pack some things.

Skyla stood, taking her tea and walked down the hall. First she checked on Hailey to find Kota and her playing together with stuffed animals and rubber balls. Smiling, she walked to Maven's room and knocked. He waved his door open with his hand. He was fiddling with a few things that Xavier had given him. Namely a few pictures and case files of his test studies when he was younger. Skyla walked in and closed the door behind her. Slowly she added another cut to her arm. She sat on his bed and looked at some of the pictures. Was she like that?

"What is it?" he asked slowly. With an almost morbid sense of regret he took his eyes off the pictures and pushed them away so that he could look at her.

"Do I need a reason to want your company?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh...no." He smiled. "You just had that look on your face when something is on your mind."

"Oh! It's the pictures. He documented you but not me. His past doesn't mention much of me."

"Because he didn't have much contact with you." He had already talked to him about that. When he found out Xavier was the one who created him...well, they'd had a few words.

"I see."

He smiled as he looked at her. "That's a good thing. Otherwise you would have been turned into a weapon of war."

"I know it is," she assured him.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. "So what are we...going to do. About us?"

"Whatyou mean?"

"I mean are we back together?"

She looked at him. "Well..." She bit her lip. "I've seen your real past...I gave it back to you...I know...I know the relationship you had with Farrah, but what I don't know is if you were always willing or not..." She shifted in his arms. "I need to know what you feel for her now."

"Farrah was my retainer. My keeper. She was my master, and I was nothing more than her dog. When I was under her control I had no emotions. Now that I do, I still feel nothing for her. The only times that I do are those times when she has me under her control."

"And as long as I am near you...it will never happen again," she promised.

He smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I'm not fond of waking up not knowing what I've done."

"Later...I want to create a block in your head. Something to keep her...and me out."

"You? What would you be doing in my...head?"

"Nothing. But I would never want you to ever think that I am in your head. If I create a block, it will keep everyone out and you will never have to worry about someone abusing your power."

"And you can do that? You can make a mental block?"

"Yes. It will take some time and a lot of concentration....I will be exhausted for a few hours afterward and rather useless."

"Okay. I'm...not exactly confident about other people being in my mind...but I trust you."

She smiled. "That makes me happy."

"Good. Just...please don't turn me into a vegetable," he laughed.

"I would stop if I sensed any danger."

He just nodded. "What all...could go wrong?"

"I could be blasted back again. But other than that, you will be safe. I'm just establishing a wall. I've done lots of walls in my head. One wall for you shouldn't be too bad."

He was silent for a few moments as he considered this. "Tonight before bed we can do it."

"If that's what you want."

"It is." He hesitated before adding. "And before them....perhaps we could...enjoy each other's company in bed."

"Sure. I love sleeping in your room," she smiled.

He grinned as he kissed her neck. "I think that I might be addicted to you."

She blushed. "I...like that."

He slowly moved so that she could lay down and so that he could crawl over her. His hands slid up her arms, his fingers intertwining with hers as he kissed her lips and jaw line. She was surprised. He was being so forward, not that she minded. Closing her eyes, her hands tightened in his and she slowly moved her legs apart. He fell in between her legs, smiling as she spread them more to make room for him. His hips grinded upward, rubbing against her. His lips found her flesh so that he could suck on her neck. She made a light intake of air as his hips moved against her. They were wearing to many clothes. Her eye brows narrowed and his clothes were ripped off him.

Maven's cheeks turned blood red as he was suddenly butt naked, his clothes in shreds on the bed and floor around him. "Um...okay," he said. Obviously she wanted this more than he thought.

"S-sorry...that wasn't suppose to happen," she blushed.

"I didn't realize that you hated my clothes so much," he said, trying to retain what little dignity he had left after that.

"Oh...no...I really like them."

"Well they're useless now," he sighed. He smiled as he held her hands, her dress slowly, teasingly sliding up her legs.

She bit her lip and moved her hips up to his, grinding his cock. He moaned and whimpered, her dress suddenly shooting off.

Skyla blushed. "My dress..."

"At least it’s in one piece," he said, smiling at her exposed breasts. Before she could complain he took her breast in his mouth, his mouth nuzzling and sucking on her nipple while his tongue rolled over her.

She wiggled under him, panting and arching her back for more of him to get into his mouth. He moaned as her breasts pushed more into his mouth. His jaw hurt from stretching so far, but he was enjoying it. His teeth ran over her flesh, leaving imprints where he they rested while he sucked and nipped. Her panties began to slid down her legs, his cock rubbing against her mound.

Skyla moaned. Her hips moved up to his. "Maven...please..." she begged.

His hands let go of hers, sliding down her body. He spread her legs while he moved his hips, his cock rubbing against her lips as he slowly began to work himself into her. She shot up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wanted to hold him and she wanted to be held. Sitting in his lap with his cock in her, she rocked her hips as she hugged his back while pressed against his chest. Maven had to sit back as she shot up. He was surprised by her sudden act. Sitting back as she sat in his lap, he moaned as he was pushed all the way into her. His arms wrapped around her, he hugged her close, kissing her neck while she rocked against him. Her back arched as she started bouncing on him. Her moans were steady and even. She felt like he was filling her so well. Her walls hugged him tightly as she begged for release.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move back. He pulled her with him as he laid down, letting her continue to bounce on him. His hips pushed up into her, his hands sliding up and down her back lovingly. It had been a long time, and already he was feeling himself tighten as he started to draw close. She didn't sit up on him, she didn't want to let him go. All this time she believed she would never make love to him again and now here she was.

A soft gasp escaped his lips as he realized what was about to happen. "Skyla I-" That was all the warning he could give as he drove his cock into her before filling her with his hot cum.

She kept her eyes closed tightly, feeling his cum overflow in her pussy and slowly seep out. She didn't move. The warm feeling was comforting.

He sighed as he closed his eyes, contently hugging her to him. "I've missed you, so much," he whispered.

She nodded against him. "I'm so very happy."

He felt his cum slowly sliding back down onto his cock. He squirmed beneath her, nuzzling her neck while taking in her scent. How many times had he been in that daze and thought he'd smelled it? How many times had he awaken from nightmares to wish that she was there?

"When I was there...trapped in that forest...what got me through the days...was seeing you standing next to me. Telling me everything was going to be ok..." she whispered.

He smiled against her flesh. "I wish I had been able to help you."

"You did...you did...everyday I woke up knowing...I would see you again. That was enough..."

"No. It wasn't. If I had known...who I was, what I was, I would have never let you get close enough to put you in danger. To let those monsters get their hands on you."

"I survived. I got out, and I took you with me. That's all I'm counting."

He nodded. There was no point in arguing or trying to say more. She was an optimist. That was all there was to it.

"How's the leg?" Sarah asked, watching Evana limp to her bed.

"Better."

"Good," she smiled. She hesitated and bit her lip. "And how are things between you and Sven?"

"Why do you ask something so stupid? He's a dick, I'm a bitch. There is nothing else to say."

"Because a girl knows when something is up. You really care about him. Don't you?"

"Shut up, Sarah."

"Fine. I don't want to make you upset, Evana. I just wanted you to know that if you want to talk.... Cause eventually you're going to snap and end up killing Sven with the way things are going."

"Tell him to stay the fuck away from me and not talk to me and nothing will happen."

"We both know that he does the exact opposite of whatever we say."

"You're right," she smirked. Standing she opened the door and went down the hall. Slinging Sven's door open she smirked at him. "I'm giving you permission to talk to me again and stick around me. Lucky you."

"So you've finally come around? You've finally come to terms with the fact hat you can't resist me?" He looked up from his bed and smirked at her.

"Oh yes, you are so irresistible. Oh baby oh baby. Take me now," she said while rolling her eyes and using an even tone.

"Well I'm already on the bed and you'd have to wake my monster of a cock up first. But if you want to I guess I could go a few rounds."

"Even when you can't feel anything you are still a beggar."

"Me? Beg? Perish the thought. I'm simply allowing you a chance to ride me again. As for the whole not feeling thing, Hailey is working on something to help me with that."

She leaned against the door frame. "Trust me. I'll never sleep with you again. You are not that lucky."

"Why? Are you really that afraid that you'll like it too much?"

"No. Just not that interested anymore."

"So, you're admitting that you like girls better than guys. That's fine with me."

"I haven't slept with Sarah either. Sleeping with the same people over and over is boring. I'm thinking I might give Xavier a go."

"Uh huh. Sure it is. Listen, Evana, if you want to act like some teenager forever, that's fine. I really don't give a fuck either way. Just remember to stick to your own rules and don't get attached. It's harder to drop those that you care about."

"And this is why I hate when you talk. Because it's always going to go back to this, isn't it? You are always going to bring it up. And you are always going to make me out to be some mushy girl that really gives a fuck. I don't. I won't. And I never will. Stop trying to make me feel bad about it. It won't work," she said the shut his door and walked back to her room.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "She's such a child sometimes."

Evana thought a moment and stood. Walking to the other end of the house she knocked on Maverick's door. He opened it as Lana was playing with Angelia. "Talk."

"Right," he said and closed the door. Going to an empty room they sat down on the floor against a wall. "Sven."

"Yep."

"Feelings."

"Mmhmm."

"And?"

"He keeps bringing it up. Like I have to come out and say it or something."

"He doesn't know you very well."

"Only you." She sighed and laid her head back against the wall. "I told him I didn't care."

"And you don't."

"Right. But he seems to think differently. I guess he thinks I'm suppose to act on these feelings and tell him I can't live without him or something stupid like that."

Maverick smirked. "Doesn't he know how many guys you've cared about but walked out on? I lost count so long ago."

"That's not the point. We both know I like the way I live my life. Who cares if a guy walks in and out of it? Just because I feel something doesn't mean I need to tell him or pretend it will change anything."

"Because it won't."

"Right."

"You tell him that?"

"Told him I didn't care."

"He didn't believe you."

"They never do until I actually move on," she smirked. "They are just feelings. Men act like they are like chains. Like I have to live with them. I just wish for once one of the guys I happen to care about actually believes me when I say it doesn't change anything and I really don't care about it."

"Maybe because those men want you to actually care for once."

"Don't be stupid."

"It's just a thought."