Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Of Time and Tranquility ( Chapter 59 )

 

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I own my kids (Because I made them) I own my husband, (Because the Marriage License says so) and I own a REALLY big mortgage. (Because I'm stupid and signed on the dotted line.) However I don't own Trigun. (Because if I did, I wouldn't have said mortgage.)

“blah blah” : talking

`blah blah' : thinking

“blah blah” : telepathic talking

blah blah : other misc. stuff.

 

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Forever Mine

Chapter 59: Of Time and Tranquility

 

 

 

A slight shift in the twin-sized bed had been Milly Thompson's first sign that her charge was finally waking. The second was a faint muffled groan that immediately followed the tiny movement escaping from the confines of the simple white cotton sheets. “Oh thank goodness,” she breathed out as a sense of relief flowed through her for the first time since receiving the wire from Knives over eight days ago. Setting her cup of tea on the small dinette table in the opposite corner of the room, she quickly scurried over and sat down in a chair positioned at the head of the bed. “Sempai…” the big-girl softly called out as she leaned over and lightly ran her fingers through the raven hair sticking out from under the covers.

 

“No… five more minutes, Milly,” the petite woman lying in the bed garbled out as she shifted again, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

 

“But Sempai, you've already been asleep for eight days.”

 

“Wha…” Meryl rasped out, her voice scratchy from lack of use, while pulling the covers from her face and staring wide-eyed at her partner. That is, until the harsh morning sunlight blinded her, making her wince as she covered her eyes with her right hand. After clearing her throat, she slowly moved her hand away and attempted to look at her partner. Finally used to the light, she croaked, “What did you say?”

 

“I said… you've been asleep for eight days,” Milly repeated as she rose from her seat and walked over to the table to retrieve her tea. After returning to her seat, she set the cup down on the nightstand next to her before helping Meryl sit up. She then rearranged and fluffed the pillows behind her partner prior to reaching for the cup again. “Here, drink this,” she firmly suggested as Meryl leaned back on the pillows and accepted the cup.

 

Taking a couple of sips, Meryl let the soothing heat of the Ceylon tea ease her dry throat and inactive vocal cords. After a few moments she sighed out a `thank you' to her best friend as she set the cup on the nightstand. Then as she leaned back on the pillows, she asked, “What happened?”

 

“Gee… lots happened,” Milly replied as she scratched her head. “And I reckon I should start from where you don't remember, but I don't really know when that was.”

 

“Well… I remember, watching Vash charge…” she started slowly, before her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open as she sucked in a ragged breath. She remembered the searing pain ripping through her lower chest. “Oh my God,” Meryl shakily breathed out as the clutched herself where she was shot just eight days before. Expecting to feel the extra padding from bandages, but all she felt was the soft cotton on her skin, nothing scratchy or confining. Then she realized that she wasn't experiencing something else that usually accompanied a bullet wound…

 

Pain.

 

Without hesitation, she pulled her white night shirt up to inspect the very same place that was ripped apart thanks to Bardeaux Keele. All she saw was the light pink and slightly puckered flesh of a wound that looked that it was inflicted months ago instead of just days. Meryl couldn't believe it. The injury shouldn't be completely healed, especially with how bad it was. Even Vash normally didn't heal this fast and she knew by the location of mark that it must have hit a lung and shattered ribs. In all likelihood, she should have been in a hospital or even more specifically, a hospital's morgue. “I shouldn't be here,” Meryl murmured mostly to herself as she felt the tears forming in her eyes. “I should be dead…”

 

“You were dead! Well… almost,” Milly muttered sadly, tears now falling from her eyes as well. The very next instant, she enveloped Meryl in a big hug, something that she had wanted to do for days now, but couldn't because she was afraid of hurting the smaller woman. “Oh Meryl I was so scared!” she bawled before rushing on, “Just as soon as Miss Mac got the wire from Mr. Knives, we rented a car and left Inepril City so we could get here straight away. And when we finally did, Mr. Vash let us into the room and that's when I saw the bloody handprint on his face. Gosh, it scared me so much Sempai! I thought for sure you were really dead, especially with how pale you were after I saw you lying here!”

 

“I don't understand,” the raven-haired woman whispered, while clutching onto the brunette. “How could I have almost died and be here now?”

 

“Mr. Vash saved you, Sempai!”

 

“But… how?”

 

“The same way Knives saved Tommy back in New Oregon,” A new voice interjected as she stepped through the opened doorway making the two pull apart so they could bring their complete attention to her. Softly shutting the door behind her, the redhead walked up to the table to set a paper bag down and said, “He sent some of his energy into you, while repairing the damage.” Then with a watery smile, McKenna moved toward her friends and sat on the bed next to Milly. “I'm so glad to see you awake!”

 

“Why can't I remember that, though?” Meryl asked, while wiping the tears from her eyes.

 

“Well, Vash said that you lost consciousness a little after you were shot, which stemmed from the blood loss,” Mac simply replied.

 

“Yeah and just as soon as we got here, Miss Mac had to give you some of my blood because you were so low,” Milly interjected before giving her partner a bright smile and added, “Gosh, I guess it's a good thing that you and I have the same blood type, huh Sempai! Or else you would probably still be sleeping!”

 

“That's right,” McKenna added as she touched one of Meryl's covered legs. “And that's why you slept for so long. Even with the transfusion, your body still needed to catch up.”

 

“Oh…” she quietly murmured as she entwined her hands together and placed them in her lap. “I…I don't know what to say. I mean… I don't think a simple `thank you' would be enough.”

 

“Nonsense!” Milly lightly scolded. “We are best friends and I know that you would have done the exact same thing for either one of us, Meryl. So, don't you dare feel guilty!”

 

“I know… ” she replied with a sigh after a moment. Looking back up to the two, she gave them a small smile and said, “Thank you.” Then she scanned the room, looking for any signs of the man who she assumed would have been close by. But for some reason he wasn't. “Where's Vash?” she asked about a minute later, her eyes now glued to the empty twin bed sitting parallel to the one that she was lying in.

 

“He and Knives had to escort the prisoners to New DC,” McKenna advised her before adding, “Knives didn't trust the unit that father sent to assist with the clean up. You see, it was Michael's unit and he was given specific orders that Knives was in charge.” Then as a spark gleamed in her hazel orbs and her smile broadened, she declared, “I think dad wanted Michael to suffer a little and he knew Knives would thoroughly enjoy inflicting such torment.”

 

“Oh… well, when did they leave?” Meryl asked dejectedly. She really wanted to see Vash and didn't like the idea that he wasn't close by, especially since it sounded like he was days away and wouldn't be returning for quite some time.

 

“They left six days ago,” The big-girl answered, while reaching for Meryl's clasped hands and giving them a comforting squeeze. It was quite obvious that it bothered the short-girl that Vash wasn't near. “He didn't want to leave you, though. And up until they had to go, Mr. Vash stayed by your side the whole time, lying next to you while cuddling with you. He said that he was sending you energy and I'm sure he was, at least part of the time, but I also think he just wanted to be near you. Isn't that just the sweetest thing you've ever heard, Meryl?”

 

“Yeah…” she quietly agreed, while giving the two women a whimsical smile. Then another thought crossed her mind. “What about Caden?”

 

“Well… he… ahhh… went with them,” Milly stuttered as a small blush prettily stained her cheeks pink and she started to fidget with her fingers, completely unable to look Meryl in the eye.

 

Instantly noticing her partner's unusual reaction, Meryl eyed her suspiciously as she got a distinct feeling that something happened between the two. Needing to know, the shorter insurance girl inquired, “Milly did something happen between you and Caden?”

 

“Gosh… what makes you think that, Sempai?” she squeaked out, her blush intensifying.

 

“Maybe because of the way you're acting?” Meryl responded dryly.

 

“You might as well tell her, Milly. Meryl's going to find out, eventually,” McKenna threw in after stifling a laugh. The redhead already knew what happened. She was standing there and saw the whole thing, after all. Besides, it really was quite obvious that there was chemistry between the Bringer of Chaos and Stungun Milly.

 

The statuesque beauty quietly sat there as the events from six days ago replayed in her mind. The five of them were standing out in front of the hotel where they were staying while saying their farewells, some perhaps permanent. She remembered how Caden stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her into a loving embrace. Then he whispered in her ear that he was really going to miss her and hoped that fate was kind, because he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. After a quiet moment, the outlaw pulled faintly away. Milly knew by the way he was looking at her proved that his declaration was sincere. Absolute love and devotion filled emerald gaze as he gave her a gentle smile right before he breathed out...

 

“I'm falling in love with you, blue-eyes.”

 

He then lowered his head and…

 

“Caden kissed me,” she whispered, raising her right hand up to softly touch her lips as she recalled the sweet and tender kiss.

 

“He kissed you?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I had a feeling that he liked you, Milly,” Meryl stated as a broad smile made her grey eyes sparkle.

 

“He said he was falling in love with me, too.”

 

“Did he now,” the short-girl muttered before asking, “And how do you feel about him?”

 

“I don't know,” the big-girl replied honestly. She knew that she felt something for the long-haired man and every time he came near, Caden would make her feel all warm and squishy inside, like freshly cooked pudding made from scratch. And she loved being with him and after he left for Johnstown, Milly missed him terribly. He truly made her happy; something that she didn't think would be possible already. But that didn't necessarily mean that she was falling for him, too, did it? She just wasn't sure if she was ready to let her heart open like that for someone else, especially since it was still aching from the loss of her beloved, Mr. Priest.

 

“I mean… I do like Caden a bunch, but I still love Nicholas. And I can't just turn my heart off, because a really cute guy with a dimple and pretty green eyes says that he's falling for me, even if he makes me feel all funny inside,” Milly hastily stammered. Pausing for a moment, she rubbed her hands over her face, before lowering them to groan out, “I don't know what to do. I'm just so confused.”

 

“I would be confused, too, Milly,” McKenna said, moving her hand up to touch the brunette's shoulder. “I'm sure you're thinking that if you let Caden into your heart then you would feel like you were pushing Mr. Wolfwood out. But remember one thing; you most definitely have enough room for both men in there.”

 

“McKenna's right,” Meryl added. “Besides, Mr. Wolfwood wouldn't want you grieving for him for the rest of your life. He would want you to move on.”

 

“I know…” Milly sighed before adding, “He has told me that in my dreams, but I'm just not sure if I'm ready yet.”

 

“Then don't be,” the petite beauty simply said. “If you're not ready, then you're not ready. Caden will understand. Actually, I have a feeling that he would be more than willing to wait.”

 

“Yeah, but unfortunately, he may not have that long to wait, though,” the big-girl muttered sadly.

 

“Uhhh… what do you mean by that Milly?” Meryl asked, completely confused.

 

“Mr. Vash and Mr. Knives are turning him in, too.”

 

“What! And you just let them take him away!” she screeched, throwing the covers off and preparing to hop off the bed.

 

“What Milly means is that Caden decided to turn himself in and is going to New DC to plead his case,” the redhead hastily interjected as Milly reached for Meryl's shoulders to hold her in place. “Since he was framed and has proof, they should be pretty lenient.”

 

That seemed to appease Meryl as she took a deep calming breath. Then another thought, crossed her mind regarding her assignment that got her all riled up again. “We should have gone with them then! We could have given testimonies to help!” She said in a panic as she tried to scurry off of the bed once more, only to be stopped because the big-girl was still holding on to her. “Milly let me go! I haven't even sent a report in over two weeks!”

 

“Now don't worry about all of that, Sempai,” Milly said, trying to reassure her partner. “Miss Mac helped me send an update to work right after they left and Mr. Vash and Mr. Knives said that we could go back to New DC once you are well enough to travel. And since you are, then I guess we will be heading out just as soon as they return.”

 

“Oh…” she murmured, calming down again, before asking another question. “Do we know when they are coming back?”

 

“According to the wire I received yesterday, sometime tomorrow morning,” McKenna answered, smiling warmly at the raven-haired woman.

 

“That's good,” Meryl said, immediately relaxing against the pillows, while thinking that she didn't have to wait that long before seeing Vash again. “Well, if we are more than likely leaving tomorrow, I suppose I should be getting up. Besides, I want to take a shower. I'm starting to feel itchy,” she added as she proceeded to get up from the bed for a third time, except this time she didn't have Milly impeding her progress. Once on her feet, her legs wobbled a little from nonuse making her reach for the chair so she could steady herself. After a moment, she became used to standing and let go of the impromptu crutch, while laughing out, “Wow, guess I really was out of it for awhile.”

 

“Yep, you sure were, Sempai!” Milly chirped as she and McKenna stood.

 

“Do you know where my traveling clothes are Milly?” Meryl then asked as she gained more confidence in her `land legs' and walked over to the closet next to the bathroom.

 

“Well…”

 

 

 

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“I'm glad we were able to find the rest of your clothes, Sempai,” Milly chirped right before sticking a spoon full of tapioca pudding in her mouth. Then after swallowing, she added, “Especially with how much money your new pants cost!”

 

“Yeah me, too,” Meryl agreed with a smile as she looked across the table to her partner. “I thought they were lost for sure,” she added, while remembering how the three returned to Cruz's now ex-mansion so they could search for the garments. She was really glad that the remaining Calvary didn't have any objections to their hunt. As a matter of fact, a couple of the men helped, eagerly even. Then looking down to the black short sleeved turtle neck and loose fitting dark blue jeans that she was currently wearing, she admitted, “Though, I do like the outfit you bought me, McKenna.”

 

“Why, thank you and it sure looks nice on you, too, Meryl,” Mac replied after taking a bite of the apple pie sitting in front of her. “Do the boots fit okay?” she then asked, referring to the black work boots she had to buy, along with the rest of the clothing this morning. She didn't want her friend to have to head over to the estate without being suitably clothed first.

 

“Actually, they are really comfortable,” she answered, while subconsciously wiggling her toes underneath the steel toed leather.

 

“Good,” McKenna said with a smile before reaching over and picking up her coffee cup. Taking a sip, she closed her eyes in rapture as the blessed caffeinated brew warmed her insides. Then opening her eyes, she looked to her two friends and remarked, “Ya' know, it's been forever since it's been just us girls.”

 

“Gosh you're right, Miss Mac,” Milly immediately agreed before happily adding, “It's been kinda nice, too”

 

And it had been.

 

After retrieving Meryl's things, the three lovely ladies spent the rest of the day walking down many of Espoera's streets, window shopping and, on occasion, entering a store that struck their fancy. They talked about anything and everything, while simply enjoying each other's company and the precious worry free time together. And even though they knew that tomorrow would most likely begin another series of stressful days, given that they would be heading to New DC to plead for Caden's future, they still managed to enjoy their time together.

 

The day had flown by and before they knew it, the twin suns signaled that evening was fast approaching, while their empty stomachs said it was time for dinner. So, they found themselves sitting in the saloon just down the street from their hotel, listening to the jukebox and enjoying a calorie-filled meal, which, of course, included dessert.

 

“Yeah, it has been,” Meryl commented as she swirled her spoon in her banana sundae, before lifting it out to take a bite. Then as she slipped the utensil back into the parfait dish, she sighed, “But, at the same time, I can't wait for Vash to come back. We do have a lot to discuss, after all.”

 

“Yeah right,” McKenna sarcastically muttered into her coffee cup. The petite beauty blushed furiously over the retort and Milly couldn't help but giggle. Instantly setting her cup down, the redhead was unable to hold back her laughter and joined Milly. While Meryl turned even redder before simply laughing as well, admitting that talking would be the furthest from her mind once she saw the ex-outlaw again. The musical sounds of their delight, lightening the space as several of the other patrons brought their attention to the trio, especially the men…

 

“Ummm… excuse me, Miss,” a member of the Calvary, who mustered up enough courage to approach the table, interrupted shyly as he hesitantly touched Mac's shoulder.

 

“Yes Private?” McKenna asked with a smile after looking up to the young man and noticing his rank, while her eyes still twinkled with laughter.

 

“Well… we… ahhh… met earlier at the ex-mayor's compound and… well… I was wondering if you would like to… ummm… dance or something,” he stuttered nervously.

 

“Me?” the young doctor questioned doubtfully. She wasn't certain that he was talking to her. Milly and Meryl were both sitting with her, after all.

 

“Ummm… yeah!” he blurted out a little too enthusiastically, before blushing to the roots of his sandy brown hair, while Milly and Meryl both smiled at him. It took a lot of guts to approach a table of giggling females. “I mean, who wouldn't want to! You're stunning!” he added, gaining confidence after seeing the insurance girls' smiles.

 

“Oh well… I would love too, but…” McKenna started as a blush crept across her cheeks. She was still unaccustomed to such compliments. “I'm already spoken for.”

 

“Oh…” he muttered dejectedly as he looked down at the table and saw her left hand. Immediately noticing the band on her left ring finger, he brought his wide eyes up to hers and started to apologize. “I'm so sorry! I didn't see your wedding ring before Missus….

 

“Saverem,” she supplied without pause, not wanting to give out `Madsen'. The poor boy would probably faint dead away, if she did. Besides, she was Knives' mate so it was true, in a sense, anyway.

 

“Wait… as in one of the Federal Marshals who took Cruz down last week?” he rushed in complete shock, as his brown eyes grew even wider.

 

“Yes, Knives is my… spouse,” McKenna replied, giving him a sympathetic smile. He looked like he was about to pass out, anyway. He quickly mumbled another apology, before making a hasty retreat back to the bar, where his buddies patted him on the back and handed him a draft beer for his efforts. He really was a sweet young man she thought as her smile widened and was about to say something to Milly and Meryl about it. That is, until someone else interrupted her.

 

“So how many other cretins have hit on you while I was away, woman?”

 

Upon hearing Knives' voice in her mind, Mac quickly told the girls that the twins must be close before responding to the query. “None, Knives,” she retorted while rolling her eyes.

 

“Good.”

 

“How far away are you?” she asked unable to keep the bright smile from her face. At the very least, he was in telepathic range.

 

“We will arrive within the next thirty minutes,” he replied, weariness apparent before emphasizing the fact by dictating, “We have been driving nonstop since yesterday morning, because of Vash's eagerness to see his mate. Therefore, I am exhausted and require a long shower and food. I fully expect that you will have everything prepared and will be in our room, waiting for my arrival.”

 

And with that, he closed the connection.

 

 

 

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Thirty-five minutes later, Knives pushed open the hotel's double doors and proceeded to stride through the lobby to the steps in the corner of the room. His only intention was to head directly to his room, peel off his ever restrictive body armor, shower, eat whatever was waiting for him and then finally crawl into bed so he could go to sleep with McKenna in his arms. And when he meant sleep, he meant sleep. As in close the eyes and let blissful nothingness take him away for at least eight, maybe twelve hours straight. He was bone weary tired and even with his superior stamina, it showed. His eyes were dulled and bloodshot, while the dark circles under the normally brilliant baby blues, made his fair skin appear anemic. Even his gait, to those who knew him, seemed rather sluggish. Of course, getting maybe ten hours of sleep total over the past week or so would be a contributing factor to his weariness.

 

Stifling a yawn, the platinum blonde proceeded to climb the steps, while thinking about his little mate and how he couldn't wait to see her. He missed her more than he could have imagined and even though it had only been six days since they parted, it felt like it had been much longer. Since she arrived in Espoera, they may have had two hours total together and most of that time others were nearby. Unfortunately, their prisoners were top priority and since Vash insisted on staying with Meryl that left him to supervise. Not that he blamed his twin, of course. And he couldn't just let the military watch over their captives. They weren't competent enough, especially their commanding officer Michael Ward, McKenna's ex-fiancé. Though, it was quite amusing to watch the peon squirm every time Knives laid his artic gaze on him.

 

Reaching the top, Knives immediately turned left before making a quick right down the first hallway, heading toward his room. However, his straight path was impeded by a pair of insurance girls standing in the hall. “Meryl, Milly,” he said with a slight nod and without stopping.

 

“Knives, where's Vash?” Meryl asked nervously. “I thought that he would have been with you…”

 

“He and Caden parked the truck. Then they were going to stop at the establishment down the street for a drink and a quick bite to eat,” he simply replied, stopping in his tracks. Looking straight at Meryl, Knives pointed out, “Vash's guilt is making him a bit apprehensive about seeing you now that you're awake.”

 

“But why?” Meryl asked completely confused until she remembered who else was grabbing some dinner with Vash…

 

“Did you just say, Caden?!” Milly breathed out with a wide-eyed expression, beating the short-girl to the inquiry. “I thought he was going to turn himself in?”

 

“He did,” Knives replied before supplying, “And he's serving his sentence as we speak.” Then without another word, he continued forward. Upon reaching his room, the weary Marshal opened the door and proceeded to walk in.

 

His eyes instantly took in their surroundings right before they landed on a fiery redhead standing at the foot of the full-sized bed wearing a very alluring, not to mention very sheer, negligee. Thin spaghetti straps attached to a fitted bodice that cinched just under her full breasts, perfectly accentuating her ample cleavage and pert nipples. While a slit ran down the middle of ankle length garment beginning just below the bodice, giving Knives a teasing view of her smooth stomach and belly button. Not to mention, the very tiny string bikinis she was wearing underneath.

 

He had to stifle a groan as he took in how the delicate material emphasized her soft curves and the color, a deep green, complimented her flawless complexion. She looked incredible and he decided then and there that he still had plenty of energy left to take her at least once. But he did need to shower and eat first. “Woman, I trust you have everything I requested prepared?” the Plant asked imperiously, while closing the door behind him as he tried his best to disregard the temptation before him.

 

“Of course,” she replied, annoyed over his uppity attitude as she crossed her arms over her chest and intently watched him walk over the closet. As he started to take his duster off, she added, “I have take out from the hotel's restaurant and your toiletries are in the bathroom.”

 

“Good,” he muttered before shrugging his coat off and hanging it up. Bending over, he unbuckled his boots and removed them before grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms from his duffel bag, which was sitting in the corner of the closet. Then without as much as a sideway glance toward McKenna, he walked into the bathroom and firmly shut the door behind him.

 

“And hello to you too, Knives,” Mac muttered sarcastically, becoming extremely irate over his manner and lack of interest. After all, she had accomplished quite a bit in the short time she was given to get ready for their reunion she realized, while replaying the past thirty-five minutes in her head.

 

After he notified her that they were close, the anxious redhead hopped up from her seat in the saloon and told the girls that she wanted to prepare for his return. Upon reaching the hotel, McKenna placed an order for take out and then rushed up the stairs to shower after Milly volunteered to deliver the meal once it was ready. Then thirty minutes later, she hesitantly emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, lightly perfumed in the fragrant scent of lilacs, and dressed in the revealing negligee that she had purchased in Inepril City.

 

Feeling a bit apprehensive, she recalled pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, until Milly arrived with not only the meal, but also with an anxious Meryl in tow. Both ladies stayed for a few minutes to assure the doubtful woman that she looked lovely and that Knives would be practically salivating at the mouth before they rushed out the door, wanting to wait for Vash in the hallway. Leave it to Knives to show up acting like a complete ass, while ignoring the fact that she was timidly standing before him practically naked.

 

`Was the sight really that bad?' she thought negatively, while deciding to unpack his dinner. A few minutes later, she had the salmon, grilled in lemon and dill, baby red potatoes, and mixed vegetables unpacked and sitting on the dinette table before placing a lidded cup of tea next to the disposable plate. After everything was set, McKenna huffed over to the window behind the table and stiffly stood there, absently looking at the darkening sky and berating herself for trying to be something she wasn't… sexy. She was so absorbed in self-doubt that she didn't hear the shower turn off or the bathroom door open ten minutes later.

 

“Woman, are you going to stand there sulking all night?” Knives asked, while towel drying his hair.

 

“No,” she started indignantly without turning to look at him. “Next I'm going to start reminding myself how much of a pompous ass you are!”

 

“Well, just as long as you keep it to yourself,” he replied tiredly before hanging the towel up and walking over to the table and sitting down. “I'm exhausted and I would rather not have to put up with your utter nonsense,” he added before starting to eat.

 

“Of all of the…” Mac began angrily before turning on her heel only to stop as she noticed his haggard look. Her anger instantly deflated as guilt set in upon seeing his slumped bare shoulders and the bags under his eyes. He had probably not slept a full night since before he and Vash initially left to retrieve Meryl. Not to mention, just getting back after driving approximately thirty-six hours straight to make it back to Espoera early. “When's the last time you've slept?” she asked instead of finishing her retort.

 

“I slept about three hours the night before last at your father's,” the platinum blonde replied telepathically, while continuing to eat as McKenna simply stood there. Once finished, he reached for his tea and drank the entire contents while she started to clear the table. Handing the empty cup to her, he sat there for a moment before looking over to his mate who had started to walk back toward him. Unable to resist the intoxicating beauty any longer, Knives' eyes darkened at the prospect of feeling her soft body enveloping him, while declaring, “Okay, I'm ready for dessert now…”

 

“I'm sorry Knives, I didn't get you any dessert,” the redhead responded, stepping up to the drained man and softly touching his right shoulder with her left hand.

 

“You didn't?” Knives questioned right before twisting and gently grabbing her waist with both of his hands, setting her on the table before him. “I thought you were dessert, woman?” he said huskily before rising from his seat to stand in between her knees and capturing her mouth with his.

 

Tongues met and the kiss instantly intensified as raw hunger swept through the two like a raging inferno. Both eager, impatient even, as their bodies shifted into overdrive as they anxiously pawed at each other, wanting nothing more than to be joined intimately while sating the overwhelming desire to fulfill the lustful cravings of completion.

 

Needing her closer, Knives slipped his hands into slit of McKenna's negligee and grabbed onto her bare hips, forcefully pulling her to the very edge of the table and flush against his stiffened length. He couldn't help but groan into her mouth at the contact and instinctively started to grind his hips into hers. Immediately responding, the redhead wrapped her legs around his lean waist and moved with him as she tore her mouth away from his, gasping out while arching her chest against his and throwing her head back.

 

“God…” McKenna breathlessly moaned, digging her nails into his broad shoulders as Knives took advantage of her prone form and proceeded to lay a path of open mouth kisses down her neck. She didn't know how much more of his attentions she could take without going completely insane. The lust-filled woman wanted him moving inside of her so bad that she was already becoming delirious and knew that if he didn't take her soon, then she just might fall over the edge from sheer anticipation alone. It had been just too long since their last joining.

 

“Please Knives,” the redhead pleaded desperately, tiny shivers coursing along her flesh as the intoxicating Plant continued kissing down toward her chest.

 

“Impatient, are we?” Knives stated more than questioned, telepathically as he set his palms down on the table, one on each side of her rear end. He then leaned into McKenna, pushing her backward until she was lying on the faux-wood table, while continuing his assault on her senses. Moving to the soft flesh in between her breasts, he nudged the sheer covering away with his chin and bit down before fervently suckling. Arching into him again, her hands flew to his tousled platinum blonde locks as she moaned out his real name, beseeching that he stop the agonizing, yet sweet, torture.

 

With acute lust racing through his veins, Knives was having a difficult time enduring the wait as well. Initially, he wanted the encounter to last longer, especially since it would be their first time together since the night before Meryl was captured. But, with the way she was writhing and moaning against him, it was making it all the more challenging for him to hold back. Then he laid the intoxicating beauty down on the table and every time she would rub her hips against his, a jolt of need rushed through him, sending agonizing quivers down his already throbbing erection.

 

Then he heard her moan out `Alexander'…

 

That was it, his undoing. The need to feel McKenna's tight warmth around him became all consuming as Knives pulled away and removed her legs from his waist long enough so he could pull her panties down. Tossing them to the floor, he rewrapped her legs around him before reaching for Mac's left hand, pulling her upright. His mouth instantly found hers in a blistering exchange while he swiftly pushed his navy pajama bottoms down. As soon as his member sprung free, he hastily positioned its tip at her entrance and without pausing he powerfully thrust in and upward.

 

McKenna's shuddering immediately greeted him as she cried out his name in pure rapture as her intense climax swept her away. Knives pumped vigorously through her orgasm, as her contracting channel sent him incredibly closer to the edge himself, and he knew that there wasn't anything he could do to prolong his own finishing. It felt too damn good being inside her again. After a few more deep thrusts, the over-stimulated Plant was unable to hold back any longer and joined her in sweet nothingness as he groaned out, coming deep within her.