Trimming the Lamp
By Danielle
Disclaimers: Roswell and its lovely characters SO do not belong to me.
Notes: Okay, I had to write this. It was just begging to be done- a little crazy sexy cool idea that wouldn't get out of my head. This is T/K and it's also NC-17. It takes place during The End of the World, after Max has left Tess sitting outside the Crashdown all alone. I got kind graphic in this one, and now I feel all self-conscious. But it's Tess and Kyle- this ain't true love, baby, it's pure lust! Enjoy!
Tess Harding was pissed. More than pissed. She was fuming. He had just left her sitting there! Max Evans, her supposed mate, had up and left her sitting there at the Crash Down as soon as Liz's name had been mentioned. Damn him! He was never going to come around. And the more she thought about it, the less she cared.
Max was boring. Yes, he was handsome, and god was he ripped. But he had to be the most boring alien on the face of this Earth. All he cared about was Liz and their relationship. He didn't care that she had been the one to tell them their true destinies and bring them to Nasedo and give them all the answers they had ever been looking for. No, all he cared about was his precious Liz. Well, he could have her.
She walked quickly along the street that led back to the Valenti home. Why couldn't the stupid garage have fixed her car sooner? She absently kicked a rock across the road and continued to stomp along toward her destination. This whole town sucked, including her pod mates. All Isabel ever thought about was how not to hurt Alex and how to find out more about her past life now that she had some clues. And Michael- he was obsessed with trying to figure out who was a Skin and who was FBI and who he could trust all so he could avoid his true obsession- Maria. God, humans were so annoying.
Sometimes, well all the time, she wished she could be in charge and they would all just for once listen to her. Then she could order Michael and Isabel to stop ignoring destiny and be together. Same with her and Max. He would be a good husband if he ever got over his stupid fascination with Liz. She kicked another rock. God she hated Roswell!
As she reached the front door of the house she now shared with Sheriff Valenti and Kyle, she had worked herself into quite a fury. She shoved her key in the lock and twisted it so hard it snapped off. Growling in frustration she placed her hand over the knob and melted the metal into a ball. There. That kind of made her feel better. Maybe she needed to vent some more. She kicked at the door, watching as it flew open, revealing Kyle asleep on the couch with the TV on.
She stared at him, so peaceful. It made her want to rip his head off. Her hand flew back and slammed the door shut, and she watched in amusement as he sat bolt upright. "Hey! I was sleeping."
She glared at him. "So I noticed, Buddha Boy. Don't you have anything better to do at 10:30 p.m. on a Friday night?"
He rubbed at his eyes. "No, actually I don't."
Tess took in the fact that he was wearing only a tight T-shirt and his boxers. Her tongue unconsciously slipped from her mouth and moistened her lower lip as a wonderful thought occurred to the blond vixen. "Your dad isn't coming home tonight, is he?"
He sat up and faced her. "No, he's got that law enforcement conference. He won't be home until Sunday. How did it go with Max?"
She glared even harder. "How do you think it went?"
He cleared his throat. "Not that well, I'm guessing."
"Give the man a prize!" She remarked sarcastically. He looked up at her, noticing the she was wearing the most amazingly low cut black top he'd ever seen, which she was practically spilling out of. His mouth opened slightly as he took in the sight of her, eyes blazing with anger, face flushed from her walk, chest heaving ever so slightly as she pulled in gasps of warm breath. The sexual tension was almost tangible. Finally she spoke.
"Buddha boy, my room, lamp trimming, now!" She stalked past him and walked to her, well, his, bedroom without even glancing behind her to see if he followed. It took him a second to react, but once he did, he practically sprinted to the room.
As he reached the open door, he entered and slammed it behind him. She turned and faced him and in seconds they were all over each other. His lips found hers desperately, and his hands immediately roved up her body and covered her breasts. "Oh, god, Kyle, that feels good."
"I know", he mumbled between kisses. "You're so hot. I've wanted to do this for months."
"Shut up and touch me, Buddha boy," she growled at him as she used her powers to remove his clothes. Immediately she grasped him intimately and he sucked in a sharp breath at the harsh caress.
He shoved his hands up under her shirt, grasping at her bra, trying to get it undone, all the while saying, "I told you not to use your powers in the house. Shit freaks me out."
She laughed deep in her throat as her hands reached behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to her. "Well if that freaked you out you're gonna hate this." She pushed at his chest and separated them momentarily. She snapped her fingers and she was naked. His mouth dropped open as he finally saw what he'd been dying to see since the night they went on their date to the library. He stared at her naked body, a perfect vision of creamy white skin, and curves in all the right places. Instantly he was harder than he'd ever been in his life.
Tess just smiled. "Glad to know your equipment was at the ready." Suddenly she was pressed to him again, their bodies getting hot and damp from the exertion. He touched her everywhere, loving the sound of his name on her lips. He didn't even care that she slipped and called him Buddha Boy a few more times. She kissed trails over his neck and chest, stirring a need in him that he hadn't even known existed. Finally they fell onto the bed, her on the bottom, his face at the perfect spot to suck one rosy nipple into his mouth. She moaned at the contact and began to grind her pelvis up into his.
She dragged his mouth away from her chest and pulled his face up to look him in the eyes. "Kyle, I want you inside me." Never one to deny a woman's request, he trailed his lips back down her body, and slid one hand under her rear end, pressing her opening to him. He took the other hand and slid his index finger inside her. She groaned and her eyes flew open to look at him.
"Is this what you want, Tess?" She shook her head frantically back and forth.
"No. More!" He put another finger in. "No, Kyle I want you."
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Say it. Tell me what you want."
Tess's hands flew from his body and clasped him tightly behind the neck, forcing their eyes to meet again. Faces only inches apart, she said, "I want your dick in me, Kyle. Fuck me, Buddha boy- now."
He smiled. "Your wish is my command." Instantly he was pushing into her with a frenzy he'd never experienced before. Her hips met his every thrust, pulsing and rocking them forward until she screamed, "Oh god, yes, Kyle!!!" and he felt her body clench around him. He followed, and collapsed onto her in a heap of bliss and sweat.
Minutes later, after they had caught their breath and their bodies had cooled from the effort, Kyle placed a kiss on her forehead. "That was the most intense sexual experience I have ever had."
She smiled coyly. "Well, Kyle, I think you're pretty much ready to trim the lamp of wisdom now that you've attended to your bodily needs."
He covered her body with his own again and looked down into her eyes. "Oh, no. Does this mean your lamp is all trimmed, and my body is no longer your vessel?"
She threw her arms around his neck and drew him closer for another kiss. "No way. My lamp needs trimming quite often. Think you're up to the task, Buddha boy?"
He kissed her soundly. "Tess, as long as your lamp needs trimming, my equipment will always be on the ready."
She grinned. "Glad to hear it." He kissed her and curled his body around hers, glad that he was going to be sleeping in his own bed tonight. Trimming the lamp certainly was hard work.
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