When in doubt... - The Hideout (Chris Mayhew/DJ Switch)

The key to fixing something, sometimes, is breaking it down. Was that his goal? Likely not, but it just.. might.. happen. Breaking her down, completely, with the act and the emotions and the sensations. Then letting natural healing take place, to hopefully mend wounds or fractures. Time would tell, but no matter what.. tonight, he flat out stated that he would be there.. forever. He loved her, and was never going to let her go. Through the good and the bad times, just as always, but with a bit more dedication and certainty.

Hot and tangling kisses continued with lips upon lips. Sweating fairly heavily, the shine off the light catching easily. But he was not done with her. Not yet. Maybe not for a while.

HIs strokes slowed right down, and came to a stop, with himself fully within. He turned, and with shaky steps walked with her straight towards the bedroom. If it was to finish, it would finish in there, with both of them spent and unable to do much in the way of moving.

To the bed, eh carried her, laying her down gently upon it and releasing her legs, kinda. He kept the angle, but pushed her legs together, and placed them mostly over his shoulder. It brough her knees and thighs more fully up to her chest, but he stayed close. Not chest to chest, as they had been against the wall, but with the closing of her legs and the position itself, it forved her even tighter around himself within her. His lips still caressed her own, and deep kissing did not let up. He was breathing so very heavily, and the moans came ragged... he was getting tired, but he would not let up. Not yet.

Hips pulled back, then returned with a deep and strong thrust. As before, the pace started slow, but began to build up speed and pressure with every stroke. He wasnt and expert pornstar, but when it came to pleasue her... he seemed to know just what to do to get the most out of her.

Her shoulders were a little sore from having been pressed against the wall, but chances of her noticing? Non existent at this point in time, because that feeling was nothing compare to what he was giving her, how he was making her feel through the way he moved, held her and caressed her. And she seemed to crave it, crave everything he would give her, even if perhaps there was something deep inside that threatened to break under the overload of sensations and pleasure.
It didn't matter. The need was all that mattered. And she needed this, quite badly, even as her hands left him when he laid her down on the bed and shifted her legs, her arms reaching up above her head to grasp at the covers of the bed so tightly her knuckles seemed to be turning white the way her fingers dug into the fabric and pulled at it.

And he knew very well how to pleasure her. It showed in the way she reacted, in the way she surrendered and gave him everything he wanted, everything he craved because as much as she needed him a part of her wanted that same need in return even if she hadn't been able to voice it.

If only she had been able to think... able to move so that she could try to give him what he was giving her. But pinned as she was there was little room for her to move, and clouded as her mind was, any thoughts that actually did manage to form were fleeting at best.

She pulled at the sheets again, her own breath ragged and shallow as she kissed him and moaned against his lips only to whimper when his hips met hers time and time again, knowing she wouldn't be able to hang on for long as he kept pushing her towards that edge once more.

He already told her, she didnt have to say a thing. It had taken him as long as it had, to finally get the nerve to voice it. He didnt expect for her to gush her love for him, verbally. But she had needed to know. Maybe it was hard to take, but it was much harder for him to hold it in any longer.. without a doubt. He kept her like this... for what seemed like ages, listening to her cries of passion with a mental smile that never faded. Ever.

With her legs a bit over his shoulder, hips meeting and grinding into hips, the deep and heat filled moans escaping the both of them... lips crushed together in a kiss that never seemed to end, his hands moved up find her own. HE softly pulled her arms down, so that his hands and fingers could lace within her own. No way in hell, was she not going to have her hands upon him. He wasnt demanding, but he wasnt going to be as happy, without them.

Once her fingers laced within his own, his grip upon her hand firm and secure, the stroking within her stopped. Hips pressed completely to her own, and then.. his hips just started to rock into hers. The motion itself, only pulled him ever so slightly out, but for the most part, he stayed fully within.. just moving inside back and forth.. side to side.. even around. Maybe her mind was clear enough to realize that sometimes, this was the beginning of the end. There was still time left... maybe 5-10 minutes, but he was trying to finish her off, and himself at the same time, with these motions.

And man.. was he ever being loud, with his moans and groans. Letting her know exactly how good she felt, how happy he was, and how meaningful it all was. Another whsper of her name, with hot breath across her lips. Hips rocking against her own, deeply.

When his hands found hers, their fingers linked and hers grasped his tightly, just as tightly as she'd been holding onto the covers just moments before. His moans matched by her own heated voice though her sounds were definitively more whimpering, revealing beyond any doubt exactly how he felt, how he made her feel. And her breathing, shallow and ragged, seemed to be coming in even shorter gasps when he started grinding into her. Her sounds of pleasure turning to tender cries upon her lips as she trembled and pleaded through body language rather than words, for more.

So close, oh God she was so close. The fangs visible behind her lips as they kept parting with each ragged gasp for air against his lips, her body trying and failing at arching off the bed because of the way he had her pinned down. Not that it stopped her from squirming though, her lips breaking from his as head head fell back, exposing her throat to him with low sob of frustration and pleasure.

She didn't want to be pushed over the edge of bliss, she wanted to be thrown over it. And she wanted everything... everything from him.

THe grinding was a medium speed. Not fast... not slow, but purposeful. And it lasted for what seemed to be, forever. It wasnt even teasing, by taking so long. It was diligent to try to build every single bit of force she had within her, to release all at the same time... at the right time.

His heard her body language. Heard the whimperings an the frustration. Felt the push to arch, the removal of her lips from his own. The shallow gasps of her breathing and then.. saw the flushed sweet lines of her neck. She screamed out for him to finish her off... that she was right at the edge of oblivion, caused by passion and.. love. HIs body was soaked in sweat, as was likely her own. He was putting so much effort.. so much emotion.. so much of everything into the building of this very moment. But as he felt the slow bould up within himself coming to it's conclusion, he knew...

It was time.

And with that, his lips parted, and fangs sunk DEEP into her neck, instantly locking her within the Kiss. The grinding came to a hault, as his own climax exploded with a fair bit of force, within her. Every muscle in his body pretty much seemed to contract, as he all but roared with teh release. No roaring, though.. because he wasnt feral. The loudest moan yet, that seemed to draw on.. and on, even with his mouth against her neck and fangs within her. His hips lightly pushed, with ever wave of pleasure that ripped through him, as if it were even possible to be more fully within. But it wasnt, so it was just the pair of them rocking a little bit with each passing second, from the force of the hips.

And he held the fangs.... for the whole time... which seemed to last, forever.

The moment she felt his fangs, felt the reaction of his body and how he gave into his own climax, she shook. She shook as the sudden rush of her own blissful apex came crashing through her, causing her to clench and grip at him again while she cried out. Her voice a sound of utter and complete pleasure that slowly faded to a warm lingering moan upon her quivering lips while he continued to hold her in the throes of the Kiss and as such, kept the waves of her climax crashing through her again and again. It was really just... too much for her... That is to say, in the best possible way she could ever have imagined.
The pleasure so strong it actually did draw a few tears from her eyes there she lay gasping for air. Softly sobbing between whimpers of pleasure while her hands gripped at his, flexing her fingers without really having any strength left with which to hold onto him.

Time lost meaning, everything save him and the moment lost meaning. There was nothing else but him and the sweet sweet bliss that he brought her as she continued to shiver and writhe beneath him. Unable to do anything but accept the pleasure of his body and his Kiss. His sweet, lovely, overwhelming Kiss...

Maybe she was a bit broken. But, did it really matter?

Of course it mattered, to him. She was broken... but his, to try to fix That was about as possessive, as he got.

The waves of pleasure entangled them both. She didnt need to feel her fangs, to come close to the peaks of ecstasy. It helped.. it pushed him well over those peaks, but with her, and her motions right now.. the situation surrounding all this... the intensity and pleasure.. it was more than enough. So as his fangs still remained buried with in her, his hands trailed slowly down her arms and came to cup upon her breasts.. then moved around to her sides. Touching her all over, in heavy handed caressing, as if he were more than high on E. But he wasnt on E.. he was under control of his favorite addiction of all time. Her.

He didnt know what time it was.. didnt realize that they had been at this heavy and intensive pace for well over and hour, closer to two. He didnt know how close the sun would be to coming up. All he cared about, was completing the night right.

When we was pretty much nothing but twitches left, his hips relaxed, yet he kept himself fully within her. THe heavy throbbing pulse from within her could still be felt, but the explosions had long stopped. He was gasping... deeply gasping for breath, as his fangs slowly pulled out. A kiss to each puncture wound, and the wounds were sealed. His forhead came down to rest upon her chin, softly... his sweat dripping across her body, and down her cheeks. Eyes barely open, but staring towards her own.

By the time his fangs left her flesh she was but a whimpering mess in his arms, her body barely having the energy to arch into his touches as she her breathing slowly, very slowly turned heavy and deep. He could've thrown her over the edge even without the use of his fangs, but both at the same times, the sweet sensation of his body and his caress along with the stinging sweetness of his fangs, was an experience simply beyond words.

She wanted to whisper his name, but she couldn't, she simply couldn't think far enough to form the word upon her lips as trembling arms moved to wrap around him. Lightly resting her hands on his shoulders and back of his neck while she held him close, listening to the sound of his breathing that just barely registered through the haze of pleasure that still lingered.
He'd wanted her to be well and truly spent, and from the looks of it, from feel of her really, there was no way she was going to do anything but fall asleep in that bed.

Gently, one hand eased its way up the back of his neck and into his hair with a slow caress. Her eyes still closed and her black dreads spread out across the covers there she lay, seemingly just reveling in the moment.

This was no afterglow... this was heaven. With the last bit of his strength he had left, which was really not very much, he pulled to the side, his arms wrapping around her as he did. With a smooth motion, he pulled her nearly limp form to come to rest ontop of himself, as he came to his back upon the bed. The heavy rise and fall of his chest, with her upon him. Hands coming to trail genly along her back, touching up and down her spine. Gentle kisses brushed across her cheeks, and hands and feet carefully manuevered the sheets of the bed up and over the pair of them.

All this... he did while managing to keep himself within her, still. He didnt want to leave from within her, and only sleep would bring such to happen. So for now, he just held her, arms firmly around with fingers caressing the flesh of her back. He spoke no words... as none were needed. They had said everything there was to say, and with her laying on him, his necklace around her neck and pendent resting upon his chest, he smiled. A huge smile, with shut eyes, and cheek lightly nuzzling against her own. A hand slipped up, to pet the back of her head gently.

Happy. He was happy. Even more now, than ever before. She had said the words, she just hadnt said them.

There was no way she was going to move until the next night. And even then, he'd most likely have to be the one to move first because she had no strength left. She was simply completely and utterly exhausted in the best possible way. Content, it would seem, to rest in his arms like that as the warm feeling of perfect pleasure seeped throughout every fiber of her being and left her soft and warm in his embrace.

At most, all she could manage was a low murmur under her breath. A gentle hand having come to rest on his chest above his heart, idly tracing her fingers across the scars there. The softness of the covers, as he pulled the over them both, just enough to made her draw her breath and let out a soft sigh while she nuzzled against him.

And so they rested there, quiet... dripping.. hot... exhausted. Cuddling softly, weakly, in the aftermath of the intense passion they had just shared. There was nothing to say.. nothing to do.. but sleep. They had work, the next evening. They needed to be well rested, and he had a feeling.. they would sleep the best they had ever slept, this evening.

His hands continued to caress, but soon enough.. his eyes were more than closed. Sleep slipped over him, holding firm around her, as it did. Sure, the grip lightly lessened, but his hands stayed around her, all the same. The smile seemed to remain, as well... and tonight, there were more complete than ever before. At least to him, there were.

Perfectly relaxed, completely spent and yet this morning? It was he who'd fall asleep first, as the Russian kept herself awake past what her nature would normally allow her. And then only so she could turn her head, once she knew he was lost to the day sleep, and brush her lips across his chest above his heart with a barely audible whisper. The words she still couldn't say out loud for him to hear, whispered there in the dark, when she knew he wouldn't be able to hear her.

"Я люблю тебя"

He meant more to her than maybe he knew...


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