| Carver takes him at his word, releasing all of her energy and
passion on him. She even draws up and releases a little bit of her quantum to
help, allowing her to split her attention between her speed and her roving hands
and mouth.
She gives everything she can to him, moving until she feels
that window of pleasure fling open, throwing her out into mindless bliss. "God,
oh god," she moans, arching her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
Harry smiles, pleased at her obvious orgasm, and rolls his thumbs over her nipples.
She shudders again, and Harry feels a sweet answering quake from deep inside of
her, a quake that is all for him.
As the orgasm releases her and leaves
her in her own power, she has to fight the urge to slump across her lover's chest
in fatigue. He's not there yet and she's not going to rest until he's as satisfied
as she is. Instead, she redoubles her efforts to bring him to the same heights
she has reached.
* * *
The sight and feeling of Carver quivering in pleasure sends a
quiet shudder down Harold's spine, making the steady pace of his thrusts upward
shake and pause for a beat. God, it feels so incredible when she climaxes like
this, especially when he's bringing it out. And she's opened herself to him, to
bring her to levels. Was it really selfish for her to do that when he enjoys it
just as much?
Thoughts leave his mind as she suddenly begins anew on
his body. His hands and lips try to match her vigor but they fall to the side
and he succumbs to her attentions. Every little part of his body that she touches
- and even some she never reaches - twitchhes and explodes in ecstasy under her
touch as he instinctively presses up into her again and again.
Soon enough,
her assault is too much and that mindless haze of pleasure completely overtakes
him. He writhes beneath her, hips pumping madly until pressing as far into her
as possible while his arms wrap around her to hold her body as close as possible.
Finally, he lets out a loud and deep groan of euphoria as his mind and body shatter
under the orgasm like they have so many times already.
His body slowly
lowers back to the bed, still closely touching hers, and his chest slowly rises
and falls. She can see his eyes are shut but his bliss and satisfaction is unmistakable.
* * *
Carver rests against him, happy to just be curled up with him
for a moment. I could fall asleep here, she thinks and that forces her
to snap to attention. She doesn't want to fall asleep, not tonight. Besides, she
slept just last night and she shouldn't need anymore for a week or so.
"I'm glad you're here," she murmurs, pillowing her chin on her hands
so that she could look at him. "Speaking of being here or, more directly,
not being here, when's your next bout? Is it a scripted match or a free-for-all?"
* * *
Mmmm, this makes him more content than ever. "I'm glad I'm
here too," Harold murmurs while gently resting his hands on Carver's back.
Even when she tucks her hands under her chin like that she has such an inhuman
beauty. Is that how he looked sometimes when he changes?
Work... that's
so far away but it means a lot to him she's asking. "Next Sunday," Harold
replies with a sigh, "It's my first scripted bout. Against Slamazon."
He smiles at Carver's lazy but incredulous look, "Stupid name, right? She's
all pissed off about how it's supposed to turn out. She gets to look good while
I fight her as a purple worm but then I'm supposed to have this comeback as a
centaur or a golden hind. God, it's going to look so fake and she deserves the
loss they're making her take. Even if we never really fight throughout the whole
thing."
He reaches up to slide back a lock of her striped hair behind
her ear, exposing half of her face, "How about you? More training this week?"
* * *
"I'm always doing more training this week," Carver
grins. "I don't know what Jager's going to want this week; it's always something
new. This week, he had me cutting on huge sides of beef."
She's
silent for a long moment, enjoying this quiet moment. Shouldn't she be racing
to get Harry up again so that she can have another round of awesome sex? Part
of her thinks that she should, but this quiet communion is good, too.
"Say, how does someone appear in public touting the name Slamazon?"
Carver chuckles. "Terrible, terrible name. I bet she is a-"
She suddenly sits up. "Wait, Sunday?" she asks; when he nods, disappointment
clouds her face. "I won't be able to watch it," she sighs. "That's
the day I'm going to see Wakinyan and try to patch things up."
* * *
Wakinyan? Oh no... ohnoohnoohno... Harold strains to keep the
despair off his face and keep it to nothing more than disappointment. She said
she loved him and hated him... now she's going there to patch things up. She already
cared more for the griffin than him; hearing her talk about going to see Wakinyan
to patch things up was a sharp reminder of the reality outside this room, especially
now that she's going to try to make it so she only has positive feelings for him.
Oh get the Hell over it, he knew what was going on. "That's... that's
okay," he says to Carver in a very soft voice, "You can always download
it off the OpNet when it's available... if you wanted, I kinda told you the ending
as it is." Think about her safety, damnit! He's still her friend and that's
what friends do. "You're not going alone, are you?"
* * *
"At least I won't have to worry about you getting hurt during
this match. And I'll be sure to watch it as soon as I get back to civilization,"
Carver says, hoping that she could cheer him up. He had obviously been planning
on asking her to come. Next time, she should check his schedule before she made
plans. Even if she couldn't go see it live, she could watch it live and root for
him in spirit.
"God, no, I'm not going alone. I’m definitely not
that stupid," Carver sighs, idly stroking his chest. "Vali's going with
me – he doesn’t have any volatile history with Wakinyan or Thoughtwave. I kinda
wish it was Jager, but he can’t free up enough time; apparently, there is some
big Knights thing that is going on.”
* * * Oh, great, Vali's going to be there too, another person that
can be what she wants. And one who isn't totally out there. She might think there's
no bad blood yet but who knows what Wakinyan would do. Before he came here last
night he got a good taste of how edgy that griffin could be over a very simple
thing. She's right; Jager would be the better choice. If what they all say about
him is true.
Harold reaches to grab one of Carver's hands on his chest,
gently wrapping his fingers around it and holding it to his chest with a look
of true concern in his blue eyes, "Don't worry about me, I'm tough enough...
But I'm really worried about you. Please be careful, Carver. I really don't
want to think about you getting hurt." He could be going... it does hurt
that she didn't ask. Then again, if Wakinyan has any of the instincts he's experienced
and finds out they did this, then...
Pushing dark thoughts aside, Harold
refocuses on Carver. She's changing the topic, take advantage of it. His other
hand rests on her knee, thumb unconsciously making little circles on her soft
skin, "Big Knights thing? I didn't know something bad was going on..."
Maybe some humor, get some of that comfort back. A little grin pops onto his face,
"Maybe it's some kind of secret initiation for you."
* * *
"No," Carver giggles, "I've not been invited into
the Knights. It's just as well - I'm not exactly the right material. You know,
crazy and all that."
She grows serious again. "Harry, Wakinyan
won't kill me. And with Thoughtwave there, I don't think he'll be playing any
of his old tricks. I'm actually more worried about Vali, but like I said, he's
neutral to Wakinyan, and that should help the situation." She kisses his
chest lightly, smiling. "I wouldn't want to take someone who might add to
the tension."
* * * Great, she's focusing. No, it's about her safety and she's trying
to make him feel better about it. Is it her covering or is it her honestly connecting?
The grin grows a little larger, betraying a little more energy in Harold, "More
tension, huh? Who's going to add more tension?"
This is nice but
he wants her closer. Maybe recover that intimacy one last time while he can. Harold
gives Carver the lightest tug to pull her further up his body while tipping them
both onto their sides. He smiles warmly at her, their heads facing at the same
level on the bed, "And please don't stop smiling; it suits you so well."
* * *
The movement hurts her neck a little, but Carver barely notices;
she's too caught up in staring at Harry. "Smiling suits you, too," Carver
whispers, her grin fading to be replaced by a soft smile. It is the gentle smile
that is traded between lovers in quiet moments. It is a soft expression of tender
emotion. It is the smile that you always follow up with a kiss.
Her lips
are soft and gentle against his. Her kiss is tender and affectionate, as are the
fingers that stroke his face. Her lips don't stop on his - they range over his
face, softly touching every inch of it.
* * * The sad thoughts of despair are shooed away as her lips touch
his. The moment is magical, able to chase away any bad feeling, and he gladly
dives into it. There's a gentleness to Carver's touch and it makes Harold's heart
leap like it hasn't before. There's so many ways to do this with her and somehow
this close display of caring warms him deep inside.
Not to sit completely
idle, Harold slowly pulls Carver close with a tender touch before bringing his
hands up between them. Desire for her fills him but the moment feels so different,
charged with a different kind of energy. Waiting until she's finished her circuit
of him, Harold gently holds Carver's face and slowly kisses her, matching her
tenderness and affection.
He can still feel the passion beneath them
both, but each touch they share feels like it's fueled with a softer connection
to each other. Maybe it was an extension of those quiet moments together or maybe
it was coming from somewhere else, but he really doesn't care. He needs to savor
it while he can; yet another moment where Carver has amazed him.
* * *
The soft touches are strangely exciting. The tenderness that
flows between them is arousing, but in a slow increase of heat rather than a rush
to the finish line. Carver isn't really even sure when her leg slid over his hip,
or when he parted her fevered skin and pushed his gentle way into her.
It was like magic, to flow so slowly together that they weren't sure when the
connection was truly made. Even their noises of passion were affectionate and
hushed as they made their slow and unhurried way to completion. It was sweet with
a delicate passion that was all the better for its tender nature.
The
sweet sex lasted far longer than Carver thought it should have; the slowly mounting
passion spread the pleasure out, letting it spiral up into towering cone of fervor…
* * * Time feels like it stretches onto eternity in her arms, filled
with a bliss he never wants to let go. Both of them had been exploring their limits
and each other, learning new ways to give and receive, and this way is certainly
feels the most unique. Strange, people never really talked about it this
way...
The building pleasure within sneaks up on him, growing so slowly
that he's barely even noticed its pace except to revel in it. Their bodies have
somehow reached a heated but not too extreme pace, moving together in such unison
almost no noise betrays their passion, and even at the cusp his body hasn't launched
into that frenzied pace.
Finally, Carver arches up into Harold and their
bodies slide together tightly as ever as they both quiver in sweet release. His
breath shudders in his throat and he almost drops at the climax of such a long
build. Now this is something he really wants to experience again.
Settling softly on her when both of their bodies have relaxed, Harold somehow
remembers to keep some of his weight on one arm to help keep Carver comfortable.
It feels like there's a glow all around him and he's sure he can see it and feel
it coming from her as well. He holds his head up in time to watch lean hers see
him and he gives her that warm smile again with a slow and lazy blink... Together,
then drift off into a quiet sleep. |