Fight the Fantasy
by xf-stew
(xf-stew@geocities.com)

part five:  power of two


A moment later, she broke the contact, making me gasp a little.  I ached
for her already.  Forcing my eyes to open, I saw her rise from her seat,
take my hand, and lead me to my feet.  I followed her inside, through
the sliding glass door, past the tiled floor of the kitchen, and up the
stairs to our bedroom.

I knew that for both of us, it had been a long journey.  With every
step, our hunger for the other grew by leaps and bounds, and the moment
we reached the room that we shared, I turned in her arms and her mouth
instantly found mine.  We lingered there, lips melting together, gently
nibbling and tasting until it once again grew deep.

My hands came up under her sweatshirt, running across the soft yet firm
angles of her back, reaching down into her pants to cup her squeezable
bottom.  Her moan was instantaneous.  It resonated between us, becoming
not hers--but ours.

Trembling, tender fingers found their way around my back, coming up to
unfasten the clasp of my bra.  The moment it was loosened those
exploratory hands held my breasts.  It was like coming home.  Her touch
left trails of hot fire in its wake.  Ever so gently, she rolled my taut
nipples between her fingers, and our all remnants of the dream
completely left my mind.  The only thing I knew was the incredible woman
standing before me.

I had to make love to her.  It was a desperate need, the only thought in
my head as I began to lead us back to the bed.

In one swift motion, she tore back the covers and lay back, waiting arms
stretched out to me.  I quickly rid myself of every stitch of clothing,
then leaned over her, pulling the sweatshirt and over her head.  In
moments, the pants were gone as well, piled in some unknown corner of
the room.

The moonlight drifting in sent sensuous shadows cascading over her
shapely, beautiful body.  I lay beside her, pulling her to me and
wrapping her smaller form inside my own.  The delicious sensation of her
skin against my own sent rockets of sweet desire through me.  I ran my
hands all over her as she kissed my mouth, my neck, my face, my
ears...me.

Above me now, I felt her need as she straddled my stomach.  She paused
for a moment, looking into my eyes.  I tucked the tendrils of fiery hair
behind her ears and looked deep into the dark, moonlit pools of her
eyes.  In them, I saw tenderness, desire, love, and a thousand other
things.

In them, I saw *us.*

My fingers found her small, pink nipples and teased them into hard
nubs.  As I did so, I watched her eyes slip shut and her face ebb into
the expression of pleasure I knew so well.  Still, it fascinated me.  It
always did and always would.  She settled down, relaxing on top of me,
and I felt her hips begin to rock with the motion of my hands upon her
breasts.

In a maneuver we both knew well, I sat up, sliding her down just a bit
so that she sat upon my hips.  She wrapped her legs around my back and I
felt her warm wetness against my sensitive belly as I lowered my mouth
to her breast.

She stifled a gasp against my forehead and clung even more tightly to
me.  I held her close, my arms beneath her own, softly clutching her
shoulders as I kissed her nipple, running my tongue over and over it
before nibbling it with gentle lips, making it hard and firm once again.

"Oh Kaz," she whispered huskily, "that feels so good.  Oh-h-h-h."

It did.  It felt good to me as well.  I loved it when she talked to me
during such intimate moments.  I loved to hear the desire in her voice,
the way it changed, dropping an octave.  It was a voice she spoke in
only to me.

Moving on, I gave her other nipple even more attention than the first,
eliciting more sounds from her golden throat.  My own body hummed in
tune to hers, for loving her always sparked the need in me as well.  For
an instant, I remembered the time when I had climaxed simply by putting
my mouth on her.  It was something I'd experienced with no other.  Nor
would I.  She was the only one for me.

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned her back and kneeled between her
legs, running my hands under her bottom as I kissed the smooth skin on
her inner thighs.  The muscles beneath my mouth quivered in
anticipation.  All I heard was the mingled sound of our mutual breath
mixed with the slow, lilting music from the stereo system outside:

.....chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed...

She hooked her legs over my shoulders and I knew what she wanted, what
she needed.  My tongue made a slow descent between her moist lips and
gently explored her.  She sucked in a breath and bit her lip, then gave
it up and cried out loudly, a sound somewhere between pleasure and
painful release.

I worked my way inside her, tasting her, caressing all I could of her
soft insides before running my tongue up to her sensitive clitoris.  I
stroked the small nub, then pulled her between my lips, rolling her soft
folds and tender clitoris there as I had her nipples.  Her small gasps
of pleasure guided me on this journey to our fulfillment.

Alternating between her enticing entrance and the small bundle of
nerves, I soon felt her fingers in my hair, pulling it back off my face
so that she could lift her head and see me.  Never slowing, I lifted my
gaze, meeting her hooded eyes for only a moment before they slipped shut
and she fell back, her climax imminent.

For a moment there was silence between us, and I knew by this that she
was close.  So very close.  Outside, the music played on, lazily
drifting up the stairs and to our ears:

...adding up the total of a love that's true
multiply life by the power of two...

My own eyes closed as well as I found her opening with my hand, and
slipped two fingers inside.  My lips and tongue flew over her now as I
stroked her insides, reveling in the silky-smooth walls that surrounded
me.  I was deep inside of her, just as she liked it.

Her hips bucked up now as she clutched at the sheets.  She hooked her
ankles around my back, allowing me the deepest access possible.

"I--oh God!" she said, a tortured whisper, "Oh--oh...A-h-h-h-h.  Oh Kaz,
yes."

Gently curling my fingers inside her, I rubbed against her front wall,
pressing down with the tip of my tongue as I did so.  The combination
sent her over the edge and into a long, beautiful orgasm.

She cried out again, a powerful sound that was the sweetest music to my
ears.  I wanted her to scream her pleasure out long and loud.  I loved
making her come, and she was coming so very hard tonight.

I held on as best I could, my tongue still working as she contracted
endlessly around my fingers.  I never wanted it to end, but eventually,
it began to subside.  I slowed my mouth, still occasionally flicking my
tongue across her over-sensitive clitoris.

She clutched at my head, "Stop," she panted. "Stop, or I'll die.  Sweet
Jesus..."

At her command, I immediately ceased, laying my head upon her heaving
abdomen.  Slowly, I withdrew my fingers, both of us groaning at the loss
of such intimate contact.

Still trying to quell her racing heart and gasping breath, she felt for
my face and pulled damp hair back from my brow.  I always felt the
exertion as much as she did, and this time was no different.  Pulling
myself up, I collapsed on the pillow beside her and held her close, her
head resting under my chin as we both caught our breath.

The weariness was returning, and I felt myself beginning to drift when I
heard her say, "My God, Kaz.  That was intense."

"Mmm...I thought so."

"Did you feel it, too?"

I pulled her a little closer, throwing my leg over the top of her hip
until we meshed like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. "Yes, I
did.  It was amazing."

I felt a small kiss on the hollow of my neck, "That's what you do to me,
Kaz.  No one else can do that.  No one ever did before, and no one else
ever will.  Only you."

I smiled into the darkness of the room, happier than I'd ever been in my
life. "Oh Scully.  How did I ever get so lucky?"

"I don't know if I'd call it lucky, but you've got me."

I kissed the top of her head, "Then I'm the luckiest woman in the
world."

We lay there for a long while, recovering from the intensity of her
pleasure.  Though my own need had been building as I made love to her, I
reveled in the feel of her body against mine, of the light sheen of
perspiration that had built up between us, of the sweet friction of her
skin gliding easily across my own.  That alone sated me, and I let my
eyes close as I ran my hands over her back, soothing her to sleep in my
arms.

Just when I thought she had drifted off, a small voice whispered into my
ear. "I can make you luckier, I think." she said, her hand drifting
across my hip and down between us.

"You don't have to, Scully.  We can just sleep."

"I want to, Kaz.  That had been my plan." She lifted her head and smiled
into my eyes.  "You stole my seduction, you big lug."

I couldn't help but grin, the heat in my belly and groin firing up once
more. "My favorite pet name.  You must know how much it turns me on."

Her hand drifted lower, caressing my thigh with the backs of her
fingers.  It was no more than a gentle brush of skin against skin, but
it was enough to send my heart racing once again, reducing me to a
puddle of desire in her strong, loving arms.

We were still interlocked, my leg over her hip, our breasts pressed
tightly together.  She moved against me, making my nipples ache with the
delicious friction.  Reaching out with her mouth, she met mine again and
delved deep inside.  Then, without warning, her hot comfort was gone and
her tongue traced a line of cool wetness up to my ear.  She darted in
and out, and something seemed to short-circuit in my brain.  I cried out
at the sensation, a long, howling moan that I couldn't believe had even
come from my own chest.

I hadn't known I could get any wetter until she took my earlobe between
her teeth, nibbling gently before sending her tongue back into my ear
again and again.  My body arched toward hers, needing as much contact as
possible.  The ache inside me grew, my clit was on fire, needing her
touch.  Only hers.

She pulled back a little, breaking the contact of our hips, bellies, and
breasts just enough to slip a hand between them.  I turned my head to
her hers, wanting to feel her breath against my face.  Yes, there it
was.  I opened my eyes and she was watching me, gauging my reactions as
she teased my stomach and inner thighs with feather-light strokes that
made the blood pound in  my head.

"Scully," I whispered, so close to her face. "That feels so good."

"I know, honey.  I know," she said softly.  "You're wet, aren't you?"

My eyes slipped shut momentarily.  I had to force them open to meet
hers. "So wet."

My hips rocked, seeking hers, needing the contact, wanting to feel her
against me.  My breath was ragged and the arm around my shoulders pulled
my head in closer to her until my face was so very close to hers.  She
looked into my eyes as her hand drifted between my legs.  I groaned a
little but forced myself to stay trained on her eyes as she ran a single
finger through the wetness between my legs, a long trail from back to
front, ending at my aching clitoris and rubbing it just a little before
starting over again.

"Oh Kaz, you *are* wet," she told me, her blue eyes rich and deep and
soft and trained on my own.

"Yes, Scully," I said between tortured, gasping breaths. "You do that to
me.  You make me so wet."

She reached out again, kissed my upper lip for the briefest of moments,
then dove into my mouth as she entered me with two fingers.

I moaned into her mouth as she sucked on my tongue, nibbled it with
tender, loving teeth and stroked my insides.  It was like a lightening
bolt of pleasure that rippled through my body, and my hips couldn't help
but drive forward, meeting her hand, pushing her deeper and deeper
inside.  I wanted to feel her all the way to my very core, wanted her to
stretch me and fill me and I wanted us to be as close to one as we could
ever be.

She broke the contact of our mouths out of the need for air, and I
couldn't help but close my eyes and ride the sensational waves that
cascaded through me.  She pulled me even closer until I could bury my
face in her neck.  It was so soft and so silky and so warm and
comforting and I never wanted to leave the safety and security of it.
My cries were stifled by it, and it tickled my eyelashes as I squeezed
my eyes shut and let my body completely relax in her arms.  I
surrendered to her, as I always did, as I always wanted to do.

In and not quite out, over and over, she stroked me until I was close,
so very close.  My tortured throat and my body told her this, just as
hers had told me, and with one, final, deep stroke, she withdrew from
inside me and slid her slippery hand up to my swollen, aching clit.

My body went rigid in her arms and I held my breath as every ounce of
nerve in my body prepared to fire.  All it needed was one more little
push, just one more.

And then it happened and she held me and she touched me and she moved
with me as my body writhed and jerked and I cried out into her soft neck
and I bucked against her and my eyes were shut tight and the waves
washed over me and my mind was absolutely gone.  All I knew was the
intensity, the power of the orgasm as it rushed through me.

It seemed to go on forever, and just when I thought it was ending, it
built up again and I all I could do was quake in her arms as she
continued to touch me, a steady pressure in that one, small spot only
she knew.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of exquisite pleasure, it ended,
and I slowly drifted back down to earth.  I clung tightly to her, my
face still pressed into her neck, my body still wrapped around her own,
her hand still on my thigh.

Abruptly, before I even knew it was there, a deep, shuddering sob broke
out of my throat and made me quake in her arms once again.  It was
followed by another and another.

She was startled by it, and I felt her tense around me.  Still, she held
me tight, reached up to stroke the back of my head and whisper
reassurances into my ear, "Kaz...Kaz, honey...it's okay.   It's all
right.  S-h-h-h....s-h-h-h, now."

Realizing I had frightened her, I ran a trembling hand down her arm and
pulled my face reluctantly out of the soft comfort of her neck.  Tears
were building in my eyes, and one ran down my cheek.  With a worried
face, she reached out and wiped it away.

"What's wrong, Kaz?"

I shook my head against the pillow and smiled into her eyes.  Tears
clouded my vision, made her face shimmer and distort, but it was still
her.  It was still my Scully.

"I love you," I whispered, wiping another of the tears.  "I love you,
Scully."

She reached out a tender hand, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Are you upset?"

I smiled and shook my head, capturing her hand and kissing her palm.  I
laid her hand against my cheek and held it here. "I'm not upset, just
happy.  I'm so happy to have you, Scully.  Sometimes, the very fact that
you exist...it just blows me away."

My words must have reassured her, for she gave me a soft smile and
caressed my cheek. "I love you too, Kaz.  And I'm so very happy to have
you.  You're the one I've been looking for all my life."

"You've been looking for someone who cries after having mind-blowing
sex?"

The bed beneath us shook from the force of her laughter, and she patted
my cheek as she said, "I've been looking for my other half.  The person
I belong with.  And guess what?"

"What?" I said, gazing into her glittering eyes.

"You're it."

Leaning forward, I found her lips once again, and pressed my own to
them.  It was like coming home.


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THE END
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