"I didn't think... you'd ever want me like this..."

Carver feels a stab of pain.  "Harry..." What could she say? Just a few weeks ago, she would have never considering sleeping with him and even tonight was just comfort for her. She liked him, but he...

Carver leans forward and wraps her arms around him. Twisting toward the center of the bed, she rolls him over on top of herself. Harry looks surprised, but not unhappy about it. For some reason, she wants to have him over her for this. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she encourages him to take the lead.

As he gains the rhythm, she runs her fingers through his short hair and whispers, "How do you feel about me? I mean really feel?"

*  *  *

Whoa, how'd she do that? This is so simple but full of so many surprises... She's still asking, talk to her! Arms tucked under her, Harold pulls Carver's body close as his fingers grip her shoulders and keep setting their rhythm, "I..."

She's his but she's not... Every little moan and whimper slipping from her lips are because of him but it's only for tonight... She's bringing every out every last ounce of pleasure out of him and he'll never get it again... His eyes shut, half out of the intensity of her beneath him and half out of embarrassed concentration, and he touches his forehead back to hers while whispering, "I don't get to feel that way... I promised it wouldn't be a problem..."

*  *  *

"Shh," Carver whispers, closing her eyes and pulling his lips to hers. "Just forget I asked." She kisses him, drawing that into the sex, her tongue mimicking what he is doing to her lower body. She fights off the stabs of guilt, promising herself that she’ll make it up to him later, when they have their future chance together. Instead, she begins to push him toward his orgasm, trying to bury both their doubts in mindless ecstasy.

She uses her teeth and lips on his mouth, neck and ears; she tightens her lower muscles in a steady, rhythmic motion around him; her hands roam from his shoulders to his ass, stoking and rubbing.

She wants to make this good for him; she has to make it good for him.

*  *  *

Forget, how can he forget... ooooh, that's how... Each rub, nibble, and squeeze hastens Harold's pace, thrusting harder and faster into Carver while drowning in the flood of sensations. This going to end eventually - everything does - even if he wants it to go on. She said to forget it, though he can't seem to make it go away, and he pushes himself into her redoubled passion. He tries to match the motions of her deft lips and teeth across her own neck and ears, indulging the primal desire in himself.

That feeling starts to build up in him again, an unstoppable wave slowly gaining speed and intensity, and Harold presses into Carver with even more need than before. All doubts and concerns have been pushed into the back of his mind now, chased away by her intensifying whimpers and hungry body. Her ear slips out from between his teeth as their pace turns frantic, the feeling of her clutching his body harder and harder, pulling and holding him deeper and deeper inside launch him to the brink, doomed to fly past it...

God, never let this end...

*  *  *

Carver didn't expect to get quite so into it herself. She can feel the pleasure rising in waves up her body and she gasps, "My god, Harry, I'm coming again." The words leave her mouth and become truth, and Carver can feel moans bubbling up in her throat. Mindful of Amped, Carver bites Mythic's shoulder, drowning her cries in his skin.

Harry makes a low, guttural noise, and Carver can feel his orgasm deep inside. She clings to him as their bodies tremble and shudder.

Still linked, Carver releases Harry's shoulder and is relieved to see that she's done no damage to him. She just holds him close, basking in his body, in the feel of his flesh against hers.

*  *  *

Her soft and rhythmic breathing feels hot against his neck as their bodies rise and fall together. He feels spent but reborn, like every muscle on his body has been pushed to its limit but he's ready to take on the world. "Wow," Harold murmurs moments later, his arms still wrapped around her body under him.

Carver's head leans a bit towards his at the sound of his voice, "Mmm?"

God, he feels stupid but he can't help himself. "Is it always like that," he asks softly, mindful of her nearby ear. Ugh, even now he's being awkward.

"No," she says through what sounds like a pleased chuckle, "It's never been like that before." Never? Oh boy...

He lies with her quietly for a bit longer, just enjoying the closeness, the intimacy between them. He's... he's still in her... God, he had no idea either of them could sweat so much, they're novas! Finally, curiosity overtakes the afterglow as he gently rests his cheek against hers, "So, uh... now what?"

*  *  *

Carver smiles gently as she shifts so that she can look at him. "Now what?" she repeats. "What do you want to do next?"

She runs her fingers over his shoulders. "We're Novas - I doubt that we'll have any problem continuing. Or we could talk or sleep or I could get us some food - whatever."

*  *  *

Uh oh, he asked her because he didn't know... what to do now? Harold blushes now that Carver has him on the spot, "All of those sound great..." He dips his eyes down quickly in the embarrassment; he's quickly reminded of hers - and his - nudity and he feels himself sttir in a place he knows she can't miss.

His eyes flick back up to hers, "I don't want you to have to get up, and I love talking with you for hours, and the idea of curling up to sleep next to you sounds so good, but, oh my God, the chance to keep going..." Idiot! His damn mouth is running ahead of his mind again! Harold stops for a beat, bringing back that new confidence and cadence to his voice as Carver grins with knowing but affectionate amusement, "Sorry... what I mean is I'm the one doing the comforting, despite you giving me the best first time I could ever hope for, so it's your night. And your house, room and bed. You did say you haven't slept in days, maybe sleep or a talk would be good for you to rest and clear your mind." A small, almost guilty smile spreads on his face, highlighted with a blush, "But I'd be lying if I didn't say that I really really liked what we were doing earlier."

*  *  *

Carver smiles; at least she managed to get that right. "Well, I'd say that you're doing what you're supposed to be doing - distracting me," she says.

She can feel his eagerness and it's getting her excited again too. Is this just another part of being a Nova? Great sex? If so, she's definitely going to have to do this more often.

"So if we keep doing this," Carver pauses to kiss him for a moment, "I want to try something that you've never done before. Have you heard of something that you've wanted to try?"

*  *  *

She wants to keep going... wow, how could he be luckier than this? Well, there was one thing and it wasn't going to happen, so don't even think about thinking about it. Harold grins at Carver, mixed with excitement and guilty pleasure, "I did say I'd do my best to help you."

Has he heard of anything? God, he doesn't even have anything to compare this with! Harold purses his lips in thought, trying to sort through his mind, "Everything we've done so far is something I've never done before wanted to try." He should feel embarrassed about this inexperience but the thought of learning and exploring even more dominates his mind. Taking the initiative for a moment, he kisses Carver deeply, loose fingers worming their way up to weave into her hair, "I've heard of lots of things... or do you have something special in mind?"

*  *  *

"There's always from behind," Carver says throatily as she runs her hand down his side. "We could put my feet over your shoulder and let you... pound into me. You could brace me against one of the walls." Her hand stops on his hips and her thumb playfully flirts with the edge of his pubic hair. "Or, you put me on my back and really let yourself go."

*  *  *

Put her feet up, why would that... oh. Oh! The light touch of Carver's hand sends a surge of renewed energy through Harold. God, how does she do that? He leans into her with a grin, the motion making them both very aware of his returned firmness, "All of them please."

Well, he does need to make some kind of decision... otherwise, in a few seconds, they'll be doing exactly the same thing again and her idea of variety sounds so exciting. His hips start to move on their own in a very slow rhythm as he manages to get his body on top of his elbows. "But to start," he says while both of his newly-freed hands start to gently stroke her chest, "We could try from behind... see where it takes us next..."

*  *  *

Carver is actually surprised by Harry's statement, "All of them please." She can feel him against her again, and her body responds. Now I know why all the Novas talk about sex; it's mind-blowing and they can do it a lot.

At Harry’s request, Carver pushes at him gently, getting him to move back. He rises up on his knees and Carver feels her breath catch at how very male he looks, his lean form accentuated by his not-so-lean maleness.

Carver gathers her thoughts and begins to shift herself. She's never done this before, but the girls in the dorms talked about it all the time. She feels funny, sticking her butt in the air while putting her face in the mattress.

Her breathing quickens when Harry puts his hands on her hips and she can feel the warmth from his body pressing against her skin. She suddenly realizes that he can see her scars, and she fearfully peeks behind herself to see if he's reacting to them.

*  *  *

Alright, he's never done this... okay, everything is new tonight, but she's not setting it up... Harold waits for Carver to reposition and his eyes bug out at the sight of her in place. Oh sweet God... he wants her... Those hips, the slow curve of her ass, her waiting lips... Holding back the primal urge to rush in, he slowly closes the distance between them, loving the sound of her excitement when he grips her hips.

Hold on, she's looking back here... she's scared? Why? Holding her but still not entering, he catches her eyes, "What's wrong?"

Biting her lower lip, Carver blushes with hesitation and doubt in her voice, "It's... my scars..."

Her scars? Harold's eyes dart from hers to her back. What scars, she looks so perfect, so enticing... oh, those scars... God that must've hurt so much, no wonder she's so grateful to Alchemist. But they've blended into her skin, almost like they're in the perfect spot for him to grab... He shakes his head and smiles at her with warmth and desire, "Carver, I could stare at you all day and still be excited at the very sight of you, every little bit of you."

*  *  *

What does one say to that? "Harry, I-" He pushes into her in that instant, and Carver's words are lost in a shaky gasp. She feels so helpless, so submissive, locked in place with her head down and butt up.

Harry's thrust into her feels like a conquest, but she knows that she could stop at any moment, so it is a sweet surrender. She whimpers as he begins a steady rhythm, moving smoothly in and out of her. Carver arches her butt higher, inviting him to go deeper - all the way in, deeper, deeper!

His hands grip her back; wait, he's touching her scars! It almost ruins if for her, but he immediately follows that with another thrust into her, and Carver can't begrudge him that touch. It helps that she can't think with him doing that, either.

One of his hands moves and Carver gasps as it slides around her leg and begins to stroke her. The movement of his fingers combines with his firm thrusts, and soon Carver is continuously whimpering pleading words, begging her body for a release that is slowly coming.

*  *  *

This had always looked like an awkward position but... wow, just wow. She's so eager, almost shoving back onto him as he presses deeper each time. Those scars feel so different but they're just in the right spot, especially when she lifts her hips just like... oh, like that...

Wait, this does seem a little selfish... she sure sounds like she's having a good time but maybe if he just... whoa, she likes that. Every little whimper and moan from Carver drives Harold on faster and stronger, labored breathing turning into sounds of his own. She's groaning louder than ever now with every thrust and rub, almost screaming into the bed, and that rush starts to build up in him again. He presses as far into her as he can, amazed that his fingers are still moving as all thought gets driven out.

*  *  *

"Oh, come on, come on, please, oh please," Carver moans into the bed. She isn't hearing the noises she's making; she isn't worried about waking Amped. All she can feel is the growing storm inside of her body, the rising, raging tide that is surging in her.

She actually screams when the flood breaks. Fortunately, she has her face pressed into the mattress, muffling the sound.

Harry feels her body convulse around him - and with such deep penetration, he's feeling a lot of convulsions. Her obvious pleasure and the waves of heat and pressure from inside her make him crazy.

The orgasm took so long to build, but it seems to last forever. Harry isn't stopping either; his fingers don't let her come down until he comes and that is only because he can't keep his fingers moving when his own orgasm rushes him. "Oh, god," he moans, then nearly shouts, "Carver!" as the pleasure rolls over him.

*  *  *

What was... oh my... where... how... what... When thought finally returns, Harold can feel his chest almost heaving from his heavy breathing along with the final tremors running through both his and Carver's panting bodies.

Hold on, are they...? His hand is still wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against him and keeping him buried inside of her. Fingers twitch, loosening up from the pressure of the orgasm, drawing another shudder through Carver's spent body, making Harold twitch in return. Slowly, his hands retreat and he slides out of her, falling to the bed next to her as her hips melt onto the mattress as well.

Wow... even fighting doesn't take so much out of him... Luckily, Harold's body landed facing Carver as his eyes manage to focus enough again to see her panting into the bed, and he tries to speak between deep breaths, "We're... gonna need... something... to drink... before we... dehydrate..."

*  *  *

"I don't... don't think... that I... can," Carver gasps. After being trapped in Ibiza without water, she was pretty sure she was in no danger. Her head moves, twisting around to look at him. "My god... what... what was that?" Mythic doesn't answer; Carver's not sure he can. "When I can... move, I'll... get some... water... 'k?"

It takes a while, but she finally gets to her feet and slips her Eufiber into clothing. Harold looks like he wants to protest, but Carver is firm - "I'll get the water, since I don't get dehydrated."

Carver carefully sneaks through the house, praying that she doesn't wake Amped. She's not sure what she would say to him if she did run into him and he started to ask uncomfortable questions.

Thankfully, she makes it to the fridge without running into him, and she grabs four bottled waters. She starts to leave, but pauses and snatches two bags of chips from the cabinet. He's going to get hungry soon, if he isn't already. If he notices he's getting hungry.

Back in the room, she drops the provisions on the bed and zips away her Eufiber. She crawls back onto the bed and curls up next to Harry as he drinks. "I know it's not much of a meal," Carver murmurs, "but it's food."

*  *  *

With Carver out of the room, Harold slowly rolls onto his back and lets out a long sigh. God, this is amazing... no wonder people always talk about it and do it all the time. She's feeling better. Rather, it certainly seems that she's feeling better or at least forgot the pain...

Hey, what's that? His head has rolled to one side and he can see the blurry outline of a picture on the top of the nightstand. He rolls over in the bed - wow, he's recovering faster than he thought! - to take a closer look at the picture. That's... wow, that's her. Good God does she look incredible in that picture. When did this get taken? She's got the scars so it had to have been in the last few months... they say that the whole "quantum enhancement" doesn't carry through film and stuff like that but she's just... maybe it's the way he sees her. Maybe it's because he sees something everyone misses... Maybe he'd better not thing about it too much before he makes a much bigger problem.

Harold rolls back onto the bed again and stretches out his lean form. He should be thinking about the future, all of the pitfalls and stuff like that, but it just won't come too him. That's not... oh, good, it is her. He smiles appreciatively at Carver as she hands him the water. Damn, he is thirsty. The first bottle is almost completely empty within a minute and he blushes with embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't know I needed a drink that much."

Oh, chips, right. Hmmm, food might be a good idea later... He smiles warmly at her again with genuine appreciation in his eyes, "Thank you, I hadn't even thought about that. Though I'm not quite hungry yet... well, not for food." Harold gives her a shy but giddy smile at that last remark before quietly continuing, "And I promise I won't eat them in bed, it's really uncomfortable with crumbs in the sheets, right?"

Harold brings an arm around to give Carver an affectionate tug, "I, uh... not sure how to say it without sounding bad... Carver, you're amazing. God, I'm surprised I can even see straight..."

*  *  *

Carver giggles at his complement as she takes a drink of water from her bottle; just because she didn't suffer from dehydration didn't mean that she didn't thirsty. The cool water rushes over her tongue, changing the feel of her tongue completely. Hey...

"Harry, I wanna try something," she says and takes a bigger drink of water, letting it rest on her tongue for a moment before swallowing it. "Kiss me."

Harry has no complaint, and Carver slips her cool tongue into his hot mouth, brushing it against various places to see if she can elicit more of a response from one spot than the other. It's hard to tell if he likes this new sensation more or not; he seems to be kissing her with the exact same enthusiasm as before.

Pulling back, Carver asks, "Did you like the cooled tongue thing?" And if he does, we might need some ice...