Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Flam Gush ❯ Chapter 2

Flam Gush 2

Gourry ran his finger along the line of buttons down the front of her shirt, savoring the moment, and the knowledge that he was about to undress Lina Inverse, and that she was a willing partner in this act. He wanted to release his tight control and rip her clothes off. But he also wanted to make the moment last longer, stretch it out. He wanted to tease her and drive her beyond the edge of control. And those desires made it even harder to restrain himself. He was afraid of scaring her, or even worse, hurting her with his need. So he forced himself to go slowly.

He crooked his finger underneath the yellow band she wore around her chest and tugged lightly on it. “Why do you wear this, Lina?” He had always wondered.

Lina blushed and avoided his eyes. “It keeps me in place,” she mumbled half under her breath.

Gourry tried to figure out what she meant, but unfortunately, large supplies of blood were being diverted to other parts of his anatomy, which made coherent thought rather difficult. His puzzled expression must have shown on his face because Lina suddenly heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Look, I know I'm small, but I'm pretty active, and they do bounce, and it can be pretty painful.” Her words were defensive and came out in a rush. “This band helps.”

Gourry ran his fingers along the edge, around to the back. “It looks uncomfortable,” he announced, as he found the knot that held the band together. Quickly, his dexterous fingers untied the knot and dropped the band over the edge of the tub. “And, it makes you look a lot smaller than you really are.”

A great deal of tension eased out of her body at his words. “Do you really think so?”

There was something in her tone that made him drag his gaze away from her chest area and look her in the eyes. He was a bit shocked at how vulnerable she looked, like a scared little girl. “Hmm.” He brushed his hand against her cheek, wiping away a bit of moisture. “Definitely.”

An amazing thing happened then. The vulnerable and scared expression melted away, along with all her barriers. Suddenly Lina let down all of her defenses, exposing her true inner-self to him. Gourry could see in her eyes no pretense, no shields, just trust and something that went quite a bit deeper; something that peeled his own barriers aside and reached deep within his own soul. It was too much. It was too raw. Neither of them could sustain the link. Lina broke it off first, smiling at him as her eyes drifted shut.

Still reeling with the intimacy of the look they had exchanged, Gourry almost felt that no physical touch could come even close to matching it. Almost, but not quite. He turned his attention back to her tunic, and starting at the neckline, he unfastened each of buttons that held it together. With that task completed, he pushed the tunic off of her shoulders, only to find that she was wearing something else—a skin-tight yellow tank-top—underneath. “How many layers do you have on, anyways?” he asked in exasperation.

While he plucked at the wet yellow top that clung to her like a second skin, and tried to figure out how to get it off of her, Lina opened her eyes. “You'll have to take them all off to find out,” she challenged with an arch look.

Gourry realized pretty fast that he would have little luck getting the top over her head, because it was more in the nature of a bathing suit than a shirt. He had never realized that the yellow part of her pants that looked suspiciously like underwear was actually part of an undershirt. He had limited success bringing the shoulder straps down over her arms, but getting her arms out of the straps proved to be a major challenge. The soaked fabric seemed determined to stick to her skin wherever possible. Gourry finally growled in disgust, and with one deft twist of his hands, he ripped it right down the middle. Lina had nothing underneath, and Gourry greedily lowered his face to her collarbone, while one hand palmed her breast and the other ran down her spine and pulled her close.

“Gourry!” Lina half-screeched under his assault. “That was my last good undershirt!”

“Mmm,” Gourry mumbled as his mouth worked across her skin, leaving wet kisses and little nips in its path. “I'll buy you a new shirt.”

He heard her intake of breath, but before she had a chance to respond, his mouth found her other breast, and his tongue found her nipple. Whatever she was going to say came out as a gasp. She arched her back, which had the side effect of pushing her hips closer to him so that his erection was wedged up against her body. Gourry teetered for a brief moment as brain and body fought for dominance. Body won, and all thoughts of gentle and slow seduction were banished from his brain as her leggings and panties met the same fate as her yellow top. At last she was naked before him, sooner than he had imagined possible. He pressed her body against his, reveling in the electric feel of her skin against his, while he ravaged her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding his head to her. In between moans, she urged him on in a low throaty voice, “Don't stop . . . oh gods, don't stop . . .”

Stop? He was incapable of stopping. He was barely capable of thought. His senses were consumed by the tiny woman he held and the overwhelming force of his need. Without pausing to consider the logistics of the situation, he stood up, dragging her up with him. Lina clenched her legs around him, and he moved his hands under her rear while he somehow stepped out of the tub. He stopped kissing her long enough to maneuver them across the slippery wet floor to the huge bed that dominated the room.

With the one tiny part of his attention that was not consumed with Lina, Gourry thought that he managed the treacherous journey from tub to bed quite well. Unfortunately, he thought this too soon. Two steps away from the bed, Gourry's foot encountered the sodden remains of her leggings. At that precise moment, Lina, who had taken advantage of her position to nuzzle at his shoulder and neck, whispered huskily in his ear, “You've made me crazy for you.”

Gourry probably could have recovered from one event or the other. The two in combination meant that he struggled between trying to keep his balance while listening to her words echo repeatedly through his brain. The result was that they ended up landing very hard on the bed.

“Ooof,” Lina grunted from the impact. “Well, that's one way to get us here.” She struggled to free the arm pinned underneath Gourry's shoulder.

Gourry tried to find a place to put his hand so he could lever his body up. No matter where he reached, though, he only seemed to encounter Lina's flesh, which was writhing against him in all sorts of interesting patterns.

“Get up, Gourry, your elbow is jamming into my gut,” she muttered, no longer sounding amused.

“I'm . . . trying . . .” Gourry managed to reply, “Stop . . . stop moving around so much.”

“Oh, for the love of . . .” Lina suddenly stopped moving. “Levitation!”

“Wha . . .” Gourry had no chance to finish before he found himself floating gently up into the air. It was a distinctly unpleasant feeling, and he started flailing wildly, trying to get a solid grip on something . . . anything . . . “Lina!” He couldn't quite keep the edge of panic out of his voice.

Lina rolled over to her side, sweeping aside a pile of pillows with her arm as she went, and with a wicked grin that gave him a split second of warning, she released the spell. Gourry thumped abruptly down onto the bed for the second time in as many minutes.

While he attempted to recover the shreds of his dignity, not to mention his breath, Lina collapsed into a gale of giggles. “If . . . only . . . if only . . .” she gasped out between laughs, “your . . . face . . .” Then she gave up on trying to speak and curled over to her side, holding her stomach while she continued to chortle away.

Gourry rolled to his side and propped his head up on his hand, torn between indignation that she was laughing at his expense, and enjoying the sound of her laughter, as well as the sight of her naked body contorting with each fresh onslaught. At least, it was mostly naked. Now that they were actually out of the tub he noticed that in his rush to rip off her leggings, he had left a piece clinging around the bottom half of her left leg. Somehow, seeing just that one scrap of cloth left on her made his desire return in full force.

Finally, she calmed down and turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Please, don't ever do that to me again,” he said plaintively as he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

“Which `that' do you mean?” Her eyes were dancing with barely suppressed mirth. “You mean offer to wash your back again?” She moved in closer to him and started to explore his chest with her tongue. “Whisper in your ear again?” She asked softly, but throatily, in between kisses. Then she lightly placed the tips of her fingers on his hip and slowly dragged her hand up his side. “Or was it something else?”

Gourry offered no response because he was busy holding his breath. Lina was slowly and deliberately kissing a trail across his chest, a trail that led to his nipple. The hand that she had so slowly dragged up his side was making lazy circles that moved her fingers closer to the other one. The teasingly light touch of her fingers, the warm wetness of her kisses, and the anticipation of where she was heading had all of his nerve endings dancing. He gasped when her finger just barely brushed against the side, the feeling like a shock, but much more pleasurable. Then he moaned when her mouth covered his other nipple, and he felt her stroking it with her tongue.

If she kept this up, he was going to lose it again. He was going to roll her onto her back and take her right then and there, and he knew, he knew that she was no where near as ready as he was. He wanted her to be ready. He wanted her to burn the way he was burning. With a deep groan, he gently pushed her away.

“What?” Lina looked up at him, her eyes bright with confusion. And concern. “Did I do it wrong?”

“Wrong?” The word burst out from him. There was no “wrong” in the feel of her hands on his bare skin. There was no “wrong” in the warm satin touch of her mouth. Gourry took a deep breath. “Wrong?” He repeated, “no, it wasn't wrong.”

“Then what is it?” She asked quietly.

He felt his heart clench. How did he tell her? How could he explain it? “Do you have any idea,” he asked, “how long I've wanted this? How long I've wanted you?” Without waiting for a reply he plunged on. “I don't even know. I can't remember a time when you weren't everything I think about. I go to sleep seeing you in my mind. I wake up and all I want is you.” The words came gushing out of him, and nothing could stop them, not even Lina's sudden intake of breath. “Do you remember when we were in that crazy mansion, and Zel and Amelia got trussed up and thrown into a pool? You threw yourself into my arms because there were slugs in the water. I wanted you before that. Do you remember when you took a hit for Sylphiel? I wanted you before that, too. When your hair turned white and we split up from Zel to go to Atlass City, I think I even wanted you then. I would have followed you anywhere. And when you said you were going to follow me until I gave you the Sword of Light, I knew I would never give it to you, as long as it kept you with me.” He closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop the flood of words. It was too much, too raw.

“I . . . I didn't know,” she said faintly, hesitantly. “I mean . . . I thought . . . well, I knew . . . that you cared . . .”

“Cared?” Gourry interrupted forcefully, his eyes flying open. “Cared? That's like saying the Sword of Light was a neat tool! You think I swore to go on protecting you for the rest of my life because I cared? I'm in love with you, Lina!” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Gourry mentally kicked himself. That was not, definitely not, the way he wanted to tell her.

“Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it sometimes,” she returned with heat. Then the force of her temper drained out of her and her eyes went wide. “What did you just say?”

At least there was no rejection. She seemed a bit surprised, and maybe a little . . . hopeful?

Gourry repeated himself, putting all the emotion that he could summon into the words. “I said that I'm in love with you, Lina.”

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“I said that I'm in love with you, Lina.”

The words reverberated through her mind and brought chills to her spine. She felt her eyes tear up as she realized that she had been waiting and hoping to hear him say them. There was no way she could doubt the intensity of his feelings. It was almost frightening how deeply he felt, and how deeply it touched her. How had she gone this long without acknowledging the truth?

It was true that she had known that he cared. He had proclaimed himself her protector, after all, promised to follow her for the rest of her life. When Hellmaster had taken him, she had realized then that she cared for him as well, in a different way than she cared for the others. But when had she fallen in love with him? Certainly not just yesterday. No, that was when she had recognized the feeling. She was unsure how she would have reacted to this knowledge a year ago, or even a day ago, but today, his declaration seemed to fill a missing spot within her. Somehow, now, knowing the truth of his feelings made her feel complete.

She smiled at him and aimed a mock-punch at his shoulder. “Took you long enough, Jellyfish!”

Gourry easily blocked her with an open palm then wrapped his fingers gently around her fist. “Now I'm sure that you're really Lina,” he said with a smile that answered hers.

“What's that supposed to mean?” She pulled her fist away with a huff.

Gourry shrugged one shoulder. “Well, it's strange enough that you would offer to wash my back. But everything else . . . I was beginning to wonder.”

Lina knew he was teasing her. And she could hardly resist teasing back. “You're right, it isn't like me at all.” She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “I guess I shouldn't do too many unexpected things in one day,” she sighed theatrically as she leaned forward to stand up.

Before she could even get her feet on the floor, he had pulled her back down and loomed over her. “Oh, no you don't! You think I'm going to let you get away now that I've finally caught you?”

Lina let out a happy little sigh. “I love you, Gourry.”

He did not answer, but there was no need. She could see it in his eyes. The happiness she saw there mirrored what she felt in her heart. It was more than the knowledge of their feelings for each other. It was also the fact that they could still joke around, that they still felt comfortable together, and that nothing had really changed. Well, almost nothing.

“Now, where were we?” Lina asked, placing her hand on his chest and slowly dragging it down, past his ribs and over his abdomen.

He caught her hand in his before she could progress any further. “About here, I think.” He lightly stroked her side, starting at her breast and moving down over her hip.

Lina felt chills rush up and down her body in response to his touch. Her last coherent thought was that something was definitely going to change. Then she surrendered to the sensations Gourry was evoking from her body.

His mouth and hands moved relentlessly over her, and she heard him start to breathe harder. Occasionally he would moan softly, and the sound would go right through her, making her heart clench up and her own breath come faster. She could feel a hard knot of pressure forming in her center, and the growing urge for something . . .

Although she said nothing, Gourry seemed to sense her need. His hand moved lower, gliding over her abdomen and just over her pelvis, stroking her thigh and slowly moving to the inside. Lina opened her legs to him without even thinking about it, and then gasped as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin between the juncture of her thigh and body. She felt a melting sensation between her thighs, and an ache that grew more pronounced.

At some point, Gourry had pressed his body up against hers, and she could feel his skin on hers all along her side. One of his legs was draped over hers, leaving her with absolutely no doubt about his physical state. She opened her legs wider, pressing up against him. His breathing sounded harsh, and she knew that as much as she needed this, he needed it more.

“Now,” she murmured breathlessly. “Do it now.”

Gourry's head shot up. “Are you sure?” He choked out.

If anything convinced her, it was the strangled quality of his voice. She nodded. “I'm sure.” She reached over to tug on his shoulders. “Do it now.”

Lina could tell that he was still hesitating a bit, so to encourage him, she caressed one of his nipples, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger. That seemed to decide him, and he rolled so that he was over her, supporting his weight on his knees and forearms. As he positioned himself to enter her, Lina prepared herself for the pain she knew was supposed to come with a girl's first time. If Gourry realized that he was hurting her, he might stop, and she had come too far to stop now.

As he pushed himself into her, Lina did her best to relax. Clenching up would just make it worse. To her surprise, she felt no pain as he slid in, just a bit of discomfort, as it felt very tight in there. Gourry sighed in pleasure, and holding his lower body very still, he raised his head and stared into her eyes.

“Did it hurt?”

Lina shook her head. He stared at her for a moment. While holding her eyes with his, he pulled back and then pushed back in. Lina gasped. The feeling of him moving inside of her was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

“If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop,” he said gravely.

Lina studied his face as intently. He was very tense, and his expression was rather strained. She could tell this was important to him. “Okay,” she whispered.

“I mean it, Lina!” He was close to the breaking point.

She pulled his head down and kissed him intently. “I know,” she said when they parted. “It doesn't hurt right now, but I promise to tell you if it starts to.”

Gourry hesitated a moment more, and then with a groan, he began to move against her. At first it was slow, and Lina thrilled at the power she felt at holding him between her legs, as he thrust against her. She lightly traced her hands up and down his sides, and over his back. Then his movements shifted and he started to grind up against her, from side to side. Lina stopped thinking about the power she wielded over him at that point. Her hands involuntary clenched down on Gourry's skin as she gasped audibly. Somehow, the way he was moving hit a particular spot, and it felt unbelievably exquisite.

At her gasp, Gourry stopped again and looked up. “Did it hurt?”

Lina groaned. “No!” She would do anything to feel that sensation again. “Don't stop! Do it just the way you were!”

Gourry started moving against her again, and Lina forgot everything except the two of them right there at that moment: the feel of his body moving against hers; of his muscles tensing up beneath her hands; the sound of his breathing as it quickened; the growing sense of pressure centered just between her legs; the feeling that something was building; the anticipation of release.

When the release came, Gourry experienced it first. The way he called her name and stiffened with a groan, holding still for just a moment before totally relaxing, it brought her a great deal of satisfaction, but not the same kind he had experienced. Lina wondered if that was it, and she bit her lip, feeling slightly disappointed.

After a moment, Gourry kissed her, and then rolled over to her side. Compared to how tense he had been before, he seemed remarkably relaxed now, and that made her feel surprisingly happy. She smiled at him, and gently pushed back a lock of hair that had stuck to his sweat-sheened face. “It looks like you need another bath,” she commented absently.

“Hmm, not just yet,” he replied, propping his head up. “Maybe later.”

“You mean there's more?” She asked in surprise.

Gourry regarded her quizzically for a moment, as if deciding how to answer. Finally, he smiled, but there was nothing gentle about it. It was a feral smile, the smile of a hunter. “Oh, there's more,” he murmured.

He kissed her again, and it was different from before. The first time he had kissed her, it had been with an underlying sense of urgency. The last time he had kissed her, it had been gentle, very relaxed and undemanding. This time, his kiss was slow. His lips moved against hers, and his mouth opened slowly. It was a simple act, but somehow, the deliberate way his mouth moved against hers made her tense up, and she could feel her breath hitch in the back of her throat. This kiss was a promise of things to come, and she found herself anxiously awaiting the fulfillment of that pledge.

There was more to it than a simple difference in his kiss, however. She could feel it in the way his hands were stroking her body. Before, his every touch had been for her, but also for him, as he heeded the demands of his own body. Now, she could feel his entire focus on her. In some ways, it made her feel a bit uncomfortable, to be under such intent scrutiny. But mostly she reveled in it, in the sensations.

All his caresses seemed to be angling to one point, and she could feel the intense pressure gathering once again in the center of her pelvis. His hand paused at her abdomen, making slow circles, his fingers just barely touching her skin, as his mouth found her nipple. At first, he just flicked it with the tip of his tongue, then he paused briefly before flicking it again. Each time his tongue touched her it was a jolt that intensified the pressure. She found herself holding her breath, waiting for the next touch, and then gasping when she felt it. Finally, she could take this torture no longer, and she pulled his head down firmly to her breast with a ragged groan. It stopped the repeated jolting, but the feel of his mouth and tongue, and, oh gods, the suction, transformed the pressure into a full-fledged ache.

She just barely realized that she was thrashing her head from side to side, and that her breaths were coming as gasps. The rest of her awareness was focused on the feeling of his mouth on her breast.

The hand that had paused at her abdomen resumed its downward journey, and abruptly, Lina's attention focused on it. She held her breath when Gourry placed his hand over the hair that grew between her legs. She continued to hold her breath when Gourry lifted his head from her breast. He stared into her open eyes, and she felt suspended between moments in time. The feeling shattered when he slipped his fingers inside of her, and his thumb found that spot. She had thought it felt good when he had been grinding against her. It was nothing compared to what she felt now. It was as if there was a direct connection between the place he touched with his thumb and the aching pressure within.

Lina felt as if she were expanding, growing larger. Or maybe it was the pleasure that she was feeling that was expanding, moving beyond a body too small to contain it. At the same time that she was expanding, she was also focusing down to one point, a point that was growing more taut with every passing moment. She raised her hips instinctively, moving against Gourry's hand and feeling that she was at the edge of a very deep chasm. Only one more push, just a thrust in the right spot, and she was falling off the edge into the abyss.

How long she fell, Lina had no idea. When awareness returned, she found that her legs were clenched almost painfully tight around Gourry's hand. Somehow, she forced herself to relax, and she took a long shuddering breath as she rolled onto her side, facing away from him. Now that she was no longer falling, Lina felt as if she were floating. It was like she had become insubstantial and no longer needed to breathe. And then, even that feeling passed, and she was just Lina again.

Lina opened her eyes and stared at the wall. “That was incredible,” she said breathlessly.

Gourry was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, for me too.” He snuggled up close to her so that their hips were touching, and he stroked his fingers gently over her side.

Lina hummed in pleasure. Somehow, his touch seemed to complete her.

After a moment he stopped. “Your hair is tickling me,” he said plaintively.

Lina giggled at his tone of voice. She reached back and bunched her hair into a crude knot. “How's that?”

“Mmm, better . . .”

“Well, how about this?” Lina lifted her hair so that it spread out over the pillow above her head.

“Perfect,” Gourry replied with a contented sigh. His hand reached around her to cup her breast and his body relaxed against her.

There, in the circle of Gourry's arms, Lina felt warm and safe. She also felt loved, and closer to him than she had ever felt with anyone.

“Gourry?” She asked after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when we first met?”

“What about it?”

“Well,” Lina hesitated a moment. “I wasn't glad then, when we met and you thought I was some kid. You kept going on about how I wasn't the gorgeous stacked babe you were hoping for.”

“I did?” Gourry sounded surprised.

“Yes, you did,” Lina replied with some heat.

“Hmm. Maybe if you didn't wear that yellow thingy, I wouldn't have mistaken you for a skinny kid.” His thumb moved against the side of her breast as if to emphasize his words.

Whether it was deliberate or just a quirk, Gourry had said the right thing to deflect Lina's ire. For a moment, she forgot what she was saying. Then she remembered. “Well, anyways, I'm glad now. That we met.”

Gourry's hand tightened for a moment, and then it relaxed. “I'm glad, too,” he whispered. “I'm glad, too.”

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