Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Hawke ❯ Bus Stop or Satin Sheets ( Chapter 3 )

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEX

Chapter three

Bus Stop or Satin Sheets?

The icy cold air slammed Kaoru in the face as the Black Hawk pushed her out into the night, and she instinctively pulled the collar up around her neck and crossed it beneath her chin. A delicate shiver made her teeth chatter slightly and she jammed her hands into the deep pockets at her sides in an attempt to conserve what warmth she already had stored up in her small body.

"I thought you said it was warmer?" The sharp voice at her right made her jerk a little as it whip-lashed across her sensitive hearing. "You still look like your freezing to death... maybe you should have bought the mink after all, eh?"

"Not hardly." She grumbled as she threw a frustrated look at him from beneath her heavily mascaraed lashes. "I told you... I don't like to spend a lot of money... it isn't necessary."

"Ahh... I'm trying to understand that, Ragdoll, but it is quite difficult." The mocking tone in his voice was indisputable, and the anger flashed in her eyes again turning them into glittering sapphires as they grated across his face.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She bit out at him as she stomped ahead of him in a huff. "I told you last night... I am NOT one of Larry's girls... and I don't like you referring to me like am one." A low chuckle drifted through the cold air and she stopped turning to look at him in fuming irritation. "Why do you have to do that?"

"Do what, ragdoll?" He wandered up next to her and turned so that he was looking directly into the snapping anger of her dark blue eyes. "Call you 'ragdoll' or laugh at you?"

"Well... both if you must know. I don't like either one." Her eyes dropped in the face of his more intense stare and Kaoru found herself looking at the tops of her glittery sneakers as she began to tap the tip of the left one into the cement nervously. How was it that he could make her feel angry and shy all at the same time? It wasn't fair. One second she wanted to tear his head off and the next she felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide where he couldn't see her... and then somewhere in the middle of all of that she wanted him to throw her back down on the ground and... 'Dammit...'

"I like calling you 'ragdoll', it just seems to fit you." He shrugged blandly and reached out to push her hair off the side of her collar exposing the delicate curve of her neck and her ear. "I don't mean anything else by it... not like your thinking. It's just a nickname... like 'babycakes' or 'sweetcheeks'. If you want, I can come up with another one like one of those."

"No... oh please, no. Not 'sweetcheeks'... that sounds too much like you're talking about my ass or something." Tossing his head back, he actually let loose a real laugh and that brought a reluctant giggle from her. "Well, it does."

"I can see how it would... and now that you mention it..."

"Mention what?"

"Your ass."

"What about it?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"You have a great one." He leaned back to get a look but then frowned when he realizedhe could not see her rear end because of the shapeless quality of the heavy coat. A frown of pure displeasure marred his handsome features as he grunted and shook his head. "Dammit!" He mumbled as he pulled back and peered once more into her eyes which were full of questions and confusion now.

"What?" She asked as she studied the disappointment on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I can't look at your ass." He replied shrugging as he slipped an arm around her waist and gently tugged her closer to him. "This damn coat is too heavy and shapeless... it covers everything up to the point I can't so much as make out one curve."

"Oh... Poor baby." Her hand lifted and stroked his cheek feeling the roughness of his beard stubble as it rasped beneath her soft fingertips. "I guess you're just out of luck, aren't you?" She cooed and pursed her lips in a mock pout. One elegant black brow lifted in an arrogant arch at her attempt of sarcasm at his expense, and the barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his thin lips.

"You really believe that... ragdoll?" He quipped as he leaned into her and brush his nose across hers making her catch her breath at the close contact. "Do you really think 'I'm out of luck'... or am I just stalled for a moment? Hmmmm?" She trembled in his arms as her rounded blue eyes looked deep into the glittering aqua depths of his predatory gaze and the hand that was laying so softly against his cheek slowly slipped around his neck to tangle into the thick dark hair at his nape.

"I... I think... I think you should kiss me again." The words left her mouth on a feathery puff of white steam that floated gently up into his face and then quickly disappeared as the cold night air degraded it into nothingness. The predatory gaze shifted and dropped for a heated instant to the full and parted lips that were so close to his, and then darted back up to her entreaty filled eyes.

"Is that what you want?" He asked in a low husky tone that sent shivers up her back. "A kiss?"

"Y-Yes... I want that." Instinctively her body moved itself closer to his until she could feel the pressure of his chest against hers. "I really want that."

"Why?" The hand around her waist tightened and pulled her hips tighter to his lower body. "Why do you want me to kiss you... Kay?"

"Be-because... I like it." Her voice was becoming breathier and shakier by the second and she was beginning to maneuver her lips toward his mouth... toward something she knew could give her the sweet pleasure she had been craving ever since she woke up.

"Is that all you liked? Just my kissing you? Is that all?" Their foreheads met and his other arm snaked around her imprisoning her snugly within his full embrace as he began to slowly sway his hips back and forth taking her with him. "Nothing more... just the kissing?"

"No... there.... there was more than just th-that." She breathed deeply and her other arm lifted to curl around the back of his upper arm so she could grip the strength of his shoulder as she melted into the sway of his body. "Much more..."

"Tell me..." He whispered as he began to nuzzle against her cheek and she gasped on a choked breath of passion and pleasure when the moist heat of his mouth touched her skin. "Tell me what else you liked... Kay."

"All of it..." The passion weighted lids of her eyes drifted shut as she leaned ever so gently into the caress of his lips and her head tilted back exposing as much of her throat as was possible with the collar and scarf. "Your hands... ooooooooo... your hands..."

"What about my hands... talk to me, ragdoll, tell me about my hands." Her flesh was warm beneath his mouth and her pulse point jumped wildly as he stroked it with the tip of his tongue wringing a long low moan of hunger from her in the process. "Talk to me..."

"Just... the feel... the touch of you... I... want it... I want to feel it again...."

"You want me to touch you?" He leaned back and let the tip of his tongue seductively trace the shape of her lower lip and she shuddered violently against him in response. "I think I like that idea very much." He said and lifted one hand to tenderly cup the back of her head. "In fact... I'm sure I do." And he finally gave in to the alluring temptation that she was and covered those soft pouting pink lips with the roaring heat of his kiss feeling her melt into the full length of him as a long sigh of pleasure mixed with relief passed from her mouth and into his. 'Ohhh yes... kiss me.'

Almost immediately their tongues began to do battle and Hawke groaned heavily against her as he felt her responding to him with the same heated passion she had the night before. 'You're gonna burn my hands off, Baby.' His mind reeled with the unmistakable assurance that she was not trying to bullshit him. She really did want him to kiss her, to touch her, to take her and that knowledge almost knocked him flat on his ass. 'I need this,' He thought as he plundered deep into the sweetness that was her. 'I've needed this for so long... so fucking long... Kay, sweet Kay. I need you, Baby. I WANT you so damn much, I want you, ragdoll... I want...'

Tearing his mouth away from the honey sweetness of hers, Hawke buried his face deep down between the collar of her trench and the warm hollow of her throat a deep groan of hunger grating low in his chest as he did.

"Kay," He rasped as his hands delved between them and jerked the buttons of her coat undone so he could reach inside and touch the blazing warmth of her body. "I... God... I want you." As his hand closed over her breast and began to massage its ample mound, Kaoru whimpered and dug her hands deeply into his thick black hair and tugged him closer.

"Take me home then," Her own voice sounded foreign to her. Ragged and hoarse with heavy emotional need and passion and when he raised up to gaze into her enormous blue eyes, he could see that she was absolutely serious. "Take me home and take me to bed, Hawke... I... I want you too." His hand lifted and lightly caressed the silken smoothness of her cheek as he grazed his lips across hers in a light yet hungry kiss. His other hand splayed out across the small of her back as his stepped inside the warmth of her trench and crushed her slender softness against his unyielding torso and winning a gasp of surprise and acceptance for her as he did.

"Is that what you want, ragdoll?" He asked huskily as he brushed their lips together in a maddening almost caress that had her chasing his mouth trying to complete the contact. "Do you really want ME? Even knowing who and what I am, do you still really want ME?"

"I've wanted you ever since I woke up today." The admission was given freely and her eyes told him it was the truth. The breath he had been holding was released and he pressed his forehead against hers in relief. He hadn't even been aware he'd been worried. "It doesn't matter to me 'who' or 'what' you are. It really doesn't." Her hands came to cup the handsome arrogant face and she tenderly caressed the raspy cheeks that needed to be shaved even as she pressed herself against him and nuzzled his nose with hers. "All I know is I met someone who turned my world upside down and I can't get his memory out of my head... or my skirt." A deep chuckle was his response to the last of her statement and in the next moment he was sweeping her up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a child and striding down the sidewalk at an alarming pace."Why such a hurry?" She gasped while he shifted her higher and she had to wrap her arms around his neck to keep from falling out of his arms.

"I don't want you changing your mind on me before we get there." Icy blue-green crystals bore deeply into her smoldering pools of dark blue and Kaoru caught her breath at the amount of lust and hunger she saw reflected in those amazing eyes.

"I won't change my mind." She said in a low matter-of-fact voice as she allowed her fingers to caress the back of his neck. "I've wanted you all day. Why would I change my mind when you're finally here?"

"Who knows? Chicks are strange that way, don't you know?" She had to smile and giggle at that all too true statement as he hugged her a little tighter to his body. "They are always changing their minds at the last minute, and just when you think you got a sure thing... BAM! It's a 'hands of Jack' situation, and I really hate that."

"Oh right," She teased and nuzzled his cheek and jawbone. "I'll just bet that happens to YOU all the time... especially with YOUR awful looks, doesn't it? Yup, I'll just bet you can't get a girl to save your life." Another giggle escaped her as she watched the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his handsome mouth and she felt a rush of warmth flood through her knowing that she had finally really chipped his sense of humor. 'And I wasn't sure if you had one or not.'

"You're a mouthy bitch, aren't you?" The hint of a teasing quality in his voice softened the words enough for her not to take offense and she playfully rubbed her hand over his well muscled chest where his leather coat had come open and exposed it. "I'm going to have to teach you some manners, eh?"

"You think you can?"

"Absolutely."

"Hmmm, we'll see." She kissed his cheek and then purposefully traced her tongue around the curve of his earlobe. "I can be very stubborn... and opinionated... and..."

"...and troublesome." He finished for her and when she looked at him and began to pout he chuckled and grazed her cheek with his lips. "Your life isn't the only one that's been turned upside down, ragdoll."

"It...it isn't?" Stammering she looked into his deceptively blank face hardly noticing that he was climbing a rather long set of brick stairs leading to a large dark building.

"No, it isn't." The hand beneath her knees reached out and punched a code pad beside a large oak door and then he was opening that heavy barrier and carrying her inside. It was pitch black on the other side and as the door closed behind them, he carefully put her feet on the floor and disappeared. Feeling suddenly alone and bereft without him beside her, Kaoru began to tremble in the dark as an all to familiar feeling of fear washed over her. 'I hate the dark.' A shiver that had nothing to do with being cold quaked though her and her teeth chattered violently in her head as her eyes grew wide trying desperately to see something... anything in the blackness that surrounded her. 'It feels so close... everything is so close...what if we run out of air? What if we can't get the door open? What if...' Minutes began to tick by but for Kaoru, time stood still and became an eternity.

'Where did he go?' She wondered as the silence closed in around her and the trembling increased. 'Why is it so quiet in here? Why can't I hear him? Where is the light? Where are we? What is happening? Where did he go? Hawke? HAWKE? HAW...' Suddenly the place where she was standing was awash with lights and a huge sigh of relief left her as she started to breath again in short shallow gasps.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Hawke was back beside her in a moment and his hands were wiping at her cheeks. "You're crying... what are you crying for?" The elegant black eyebrow over his right eye arched wonderingly as he took note of the fact that she was also trembling uncontrollably. "What's wrong Kay?"

"I... I d-don't like t-the dark." She whimpered softly and dropped her gaze as a shameful blush rose to stain her cheeks. "It makes me f-feel like I can't breath or move or anything... I'm sorry."

"Ragdoll," The voice was gentle and the arms reassuring as Hawke pulled her close to him and began stroking her hair and rubbing her back. "You should have said something. If I'd known I wouldn't have left you alone." His lips tenderly touched the top of her head where it was safely tucked beneath his chin and he rubbed his jaw along the softness of her hair. "I just didn't want you to trip and fall over stuff in the dark. I know where I'm going because I live here, but you could have gotten hurt trying to follow me."

"Where did you go?" She asked in a small quiet voice as her hands rose to grip the front of his leather jacket in trembling fists. "Why did it take so long?"

"Because I always turn off all the power when I leave so the 'Pack' can't take advantage of my place." He laughed under his breath and she felt him shake his head. "I love those guys, but they can be real pains in my ass sometimes, so I flip all the fuses out of the fuse box when I leave."

"Oh." She nodded and pulled away from him wrapping her own arms around her shivering body as she went. "I can see how that would be advantageous to your cause." Some of her usual sarcasm was coming back and he inwardly sighed with relief even as he made a big mental note to remember in the future never to leave her alone in a dark place again.

"Yes, they can really be hard on my wallet if I don't keep them under a tight leash." A soft laugh floated back to him and he relaxed even more. "They mean well, but they would eat me out of house and home if I let them."

"How many are there?" She asked tentatively as she walked a few feet away and started to look around his 'domicile'. It was a large spacious two floor condo with big plate glass windows and hardwood floors. 'Expensive.' "You make it sound more like a 'herd' than a 'pack'." Walking over to her he gently lifted the heavy trench off her narrow shoulders and moved to hang it up on a rather odd looking coat rack. It was the form of a person but done in a very abstract rendition and with way to many arms poking out in odd directions. 'Interesting.'

"Sometimes I think they are a 'herd' instead of a 'pack', but alas, there are only eleven of them and that does not quite qualify as a 'herd'."

"ELEVEN!" She squawked in amazement. "I had no idea there were so many. Where are they all? Do they have their own places like you?" A half smile of pure indulgence tugged at his mouth as his unzipped his jacket, shrugged out of it and hung it up.

"I suppose you could say that."

"What does that mean?"

"They sort of go wherever they want to."

"Meaning?"

"Parents houses, girlfriends place, my place, a buddies place, wherever..."

"Wherever they happen to be when they crash. Is that it? Am I getting the right picture here?"

"Pretty much."

"So, they're a bunch of bums, more or less." Cocking an eyebrow at her, Hawke considered the description of his 'pack' and their so-called 'den' habits and decided it was a fairly accurate summary of their lifestyle.

"I suppose that is as good a description as any." Clasping his hands behind his back he moved toward her in a very purposeful manner. His chin was tucked low and his gaze was very predatory as he approached her. "But, at least they don't beg for their dinner."

"No," She eyed him with wary eyes as he approached and the closer he got the faster her heart beat until it became a wild animal jumping in her thin chest. 'Oh God... he's hunting me... I can feel it. He... he's prowling... shit!'

"No." He was close enough to see her eyes dilate as her senses became aware of him on a different level. Her breathing was becoming much faster as well, and the hint of a flush was creeping across her chest and up her neck. 'Intoxicating... are you going to run, ragdoll or are you going to stay and be caught?'

"What do they do then? Steal it?" Her stomach tightened in anticipation and her breath caught in her throat as he entered her 'space'. The scent of his cologne slithered up to tease her nose and her hands began to sweat. 'I feel like a rabbit caught in a corner... is he going to kiss me or eat me?'

"Not usually, though I wouldn't put it past them." The pulse point in her throat was jumping wildly and the sight of it caught his gaze making his mouth go dry as his own heart sped up and tried to keep cadence with the building passion rising within her. The musky scent of her rose on a wave of heat and tried to consume him as his hands reached for her hips and gently pulled her against his arousal. "They are good at taking what they want." 'I can smell you, ragdoll... are you running or staying, eh? Which is it?'

"Are you?" The suggestiveness of the question hung in the air between them and Hawke watched in agony as the tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipation of his kiss. "Are you good at taking what you want?" Her hands lifted and came to rest lightly on his shoulders as she finally allowed the liquid heat of her gaze to lock with the icy hunger of his. "Or do you let it slip through your fingers and miss the chance?" 'I think I want to be eaten.'

"I never miss the chance at taking anything I want, ragdoll." 'Brave, aren't we...'

"Never?" 'I'm right here... take me if you want me. I'm not running away.'

"Never!" 'Do you really know what you're getting yourself into, brave little ragdoll? Do you?'

"Do you want me?" '....?'

"God... More than anything." He bit out between clenched teeth as his hand tangled roughly in her long ebony hair. "More than I've ever wanted anything in my life." 'You had your chance to run, ragdoll... now it's gone and you're caught in the talons of The Hawke... you're MINE!' And then it seemed his tongue was in her mouth again and she was hanging on to him like he was a life preserver and she was drowning. The zipper on her ridiculous uniform slid down easily with his free hand and he was pealing it away from her astonishingly soft shoulders. It fell to the floor with a feathery 'rustle' and she was once more being held in his arms with nothing on but her bra and panties... and those awful, awful shoes.

"Hawke," His name was a gasp of passion and pleasure as his mouth, tongue, and teeth scorched her tender flesh causing her to arch back away from him baring even more of her alabaster softness to his touch. "Take my bra off." She whimpered her hands griping his shoulders for support as her trembling knees threatened to collapse under her. "I... want you to... touch me... touch my breasts, Hawke... please..." A shudder quaked through the strength of his frame and he once again bent to sweep her into his arms carrying her through the large room and up another flight of stairs.

His elbow flicked on the light switch as they entered a room and Kaoru had the fleeting glimpse of a desk covered with papers and books, clothes draped over various furniture items, and a large king-size bed covered with rumpled black satin sheets.

Without any preamble, Hawke bent a knee upon the bed and laid her in the middle of it, and then he wasted no time in removing her silly shoes with the red lights in the heels, and her ankle socks. A low growl of male appreciation dripped from his jaw as he knelt beside her and began to run his hands up along her long smooth and shapely legs.

"God, you're beautiful, Kay." Bending over he let the tip of his tongue trace along the milky length of her inner thighs as his hands slid beneath them and effortlessly parted her legs so he could move between them. "You're a fucking Goddess. I've never seen... Oh Baby... I never have." His hand palmed her heat through her underwear bringing a strangled moan from deep down inside her chest as she writhed beneath him and tried to pull him down on top of her by grabbing his shoulders. Instead he deftly worked a finger underneath the crotch elastic and let it fiddle and twiddle across the slippery wetness he found there.

"You're wet, Kay." He breathed against her belly as he slipped the finger inside of her making her cry and whimper as he did. "You're soaked and ready to cum for me already... aren't you? Aren't you, ragdoll?"

"H-Hawke... oh God, please..." She was reaching for him again and the pleading tone in her voice sent shivers up his spine, but he ignored the raging hard-on that was screaming for release in his jeans and pulled her panties aside all the way so he could see what he was doing. She was a cum-lovers dream. Her beautiful delicate little petals were absolutely covered with her honey and Hawke's mouth watered at the thought of what he wanted to do next.

"HAWKE!!"

As his mouth descended upon her open sex and his tongue slid deeply inside so he could really get a good taste, Kaoru's huge blue eyes flew open and her body arched wildly up off the bed pushing her even farther onto the invading muscle. Pleasure exploded through her and a deep primitive moan wrung its way free from her throat as her hands instinctively fisted into the glossy thickness of his shoulder length black hair.

'I think she likes it.' A purely male wave of pride and satisfaction in himself for finding something she enjoyed washed over him and Hawke doubled his efforts at pleasuring her earnestly loving the sounds she made as he tongued her. 'I wonder if I can get her off like this?' No sooner had the thought formed and left his mind than he felt her muscles starting bunch up and contract around his tongue as he slid it in and out. 'Oh baby... that's it... cum for me again... cum like this so I can taste you... cum for me, Kay... cum...' And then she was arching away from him again her hands leaving his hair to claw into the wrinkles of his satin sheets as a screaming cry of passion exploded from her.

As she climaxed, Kaoru heard a deep growling sound of satisfaction rise from the man between her thighs and she shuddered with uncontrollable pleasure as she felt him lapping at her with his tongue. 'He's eating me out.' She thought in astonishment as her heavy lidded eyes opened and gazed down at him watching as he continued to stroke her quivering slippery sex. 'And he's enjoying it... he is really enjoying it. He likes how I taste... Oh Hawke. What are you doing to me?'

As he finished, Hawke slowly drew off the cum soaked underwear and threw them over his should. "You don't need those." He said in a husky voice and then moved his weight up her body until he was looking down into her passion glazed eyes. "You don't need this either." His hands moved beneath her and unhooked her lacy pink bra and slipped it off her tossing it over his shoulder in the same manner he had done with her panties. He didn't care where it landed and he didn't think she did either... not at the moment.

"What about this and these?" She asked her voice a hoarse shadow of itself as she tugged at his shirt and jeans. "Shouldn't these go too?"

"Hmmm..." His head dipped and he took one of her aching hard nipples into his mouth and sucked on it until she gasped and shivered beneath him. "I suppose it would be a good idea, wouldn't it?" The other nipple was pulled into his mouth and suckled in the same manner only this time when she gasped he opened his mouth further and took more of the tender flesh in laving it with his tongue. This action brought a healthy moan from her and her hands fisted their way into the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Releasing her nipple for naught but a second, Hawke let her take the garment all the way off and throw it off into the netherland of his room to join company with her underwear. "I was wondering when you'd figure that one out, ragdoll." His face and voice mocked her, but his eyes told her a very different story.

"Shut-up and kiss me you smart-ass." Her smile warmed right through him and it wasn't hard to comply with that somewhat sarcastic but simple request, and Hawke leaned into her and parted her lips with his tongue finding welcome entry. As their lips molded and caressed each other, he felt the feathery touch of her hands at his waistline seeking entry between their bodies. Shifting ever so slightly he raised his hips up and let her in. Immediately she went for the button and fly on his jeans tugging them open with trembling fingers until she could slip a hand inside and caress what she wanted most.

"Kay!" Her name was torn from him as he felt her light touch comb through the thick hair and then find and hold his throbbing erection. Sucking in a great gout of air he held it and looked down into her enormous eyes seeing that touching him was something she desperately wanted to do. "You're going to drive me insane." He grated as he wriggled out of his jeans and boxers flipping them onto the floor when they reached his feet. "Fucking insane."

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked in a serious voice as she stilled her movements and looked into the sharpened features of his handsome face. "I will if you want me to."

"God no... I don't want you to stop." He flopped over onto his back and pulled her over onto his chest his eyes glowing with an icy heat. "I don't ever want you to stop touching me, Kay." A slow tender smile curved the fullness of her lips and she bent to kiss him making him moan her name as her tongue glided along his lower lip. "Kay," And then her hand was moving along his rigid length again and Hawke caught his breath as warmth and pleasure pooled in his loins. 'No one has ever touched me like this.' He reached out and cupped her face bringing her lips back down to his so his could massage them and lick them while she touched and fondled his erection. 'It was always too big... too... ugly... too... much... Oh Kay. What are you doing to me?'

His lithe muscular frame arched up off the mattress as her hand slipped down farther to cup and caress his sac feeling each testicle and caressing its shape until he growled her name and grabbed her hand roughly forcing her to stop. At first she was surprised and a look of hurt and confusion filtered across her beautiful face, but when he shoved her down onto her back and raised her legs up over his shoulders so he could enter her unhindered, she breathed a sigh of relief. 'He liked it.' She thought to herself. 'I didn't do anything wrong. He liked it, and I think I made him want me more than he was before I touched him. I'll have to remember that.' And then he was thrusting into her violently wringing a screaming cry from her as he hit bottom on his first try.

She was full again... blessedly full and the world was right again.

In and out... penetrating to the deepest point then pulling out to nearly fully exit only to slam in to the deepest reaches again... each thrust into her warm willing body sent Hawke to one more level of pleasure. One more level of sexual hunger that he had never known existed not until this girl had fallen into his lap. All these years he thought he had known what sex was all about, he thought he was such a stud, such a cock, such a lover. He didn't know shit about sex. He knew how to get his girlfriends off, and how to get himself off without hurting them too much, and he knew how to make them feel good, but... he never knew about THIS. And whatever THIS was, he knew it would be fucking hard to go without it now that he had gotten a taste of it, but was he ready for another relationship?

Did he want another girl hanging around his neck demanding all of his time and attention? Was he ready to walk down that road again? Was he ready to be tied to one girl again? Did he even want that or was he still wanting to fish the 'harbor' for a while longer?

Did he want another commitment argument that would only end up with him being alone again? Could he handle getting his heart torn out and shredded into little bloody pieces again when things didn't go her way? Was he ready for more temper tantrums and ultimatums?

As their climax washed over them, they both cried out and jerked wildly against one another's bodies fighting against the colossal wave of sensation that consumed them as they fell off the cliff of ecstacy together.

Sleep came quickly, and with it the mindless escape from all of life's little worries and plaguing doubts about the unknown. The questions about the future would have to be muddled over later... when there was more rational minds to do the muddling.

TBC