Author: GIA_B
Email: [email protected]
Title: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Rating: R – R+
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story. They belong to JER, Out Post Farm Productions, NBC, and I am in no way affiliated with them or their affiliates. I do not own the song for which is used as the title and in the story, it belongs to Sarah McLachlan and can be found on her “Fumbling Towards Ecstasy” album. No copyright infringement is intended.
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All the Fear has left me now
I’m not frightened anymore
It’s my heart that pounds beneath my chest
It’s my mouth that pushes out this breath
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Candles dimly lighted the room and though the rain beat against the windows outside, Sheridan Crane heard nothing of it. Her mind was too concentrated on the words that spilled free onto the page of her diary. She hadn’t written in it for quite some time now, but the words were flowing so freely, and unbidden, from her mind that she was seemingly powerless to stop it.
Her lips silently echoed the words on the pencil marked pages and she turned her head at a slight angle, hoping to bring forth more words.
…Love… it hurts… soul mate… my everything… Luis.
These were hardly new thoughts, and though Sheridan had thought them on many occasions before, they seemed more real when they were displayed on paper before her.
The rain continued to beat against the cottage harshly, and she could hear Luis moving around outside her bedroom door, in the living room. The power had long since been out, and the two residents were depending solely on candles to keep them lit. Her ears were tuned to him, but her eyes were focused on the unfolding words on the paper. She was conscious of everything happening outside and her bedroom, and she was weary of Luis waltzing in to her room, catching her writing in her diary, and demanding to see the thoughts she had wrote in confidence to it.
The sounds of the living room slowly began to diminish, as she assumed Luis was finally heading off to bed. His movements were now louder, and still held the threat of finding her there, so she sent her regards and sincerity to her diary, and placed it securely under her mattress.
Turning in her bed, beneath the comforter, she bent forward to blow out the candles, finally putting her thoughts to rest.
The door creaked open, stilling her actions, and Sheridan stood frozen as Luis walked into her room to stand in front of her. His features were accentuated by the play of flames that the candles produced, giving him the ‘dangerously dashing rouge’ look. Sheridan, still frozen in her spot, tried vainly to turn back into her bed, in hopes of seeming casual instead of the frightened child she was.
His hand rose from his side slowly, as if to give Sheridan time to react on the opposition, then slid up the arm that was nestled at her side. Goosebumps appeared where his touch had been, as it made its way up her arm to her delicate collar bone, where it traced the contours of the bones beneath her skin, before heading up the column of her neck.
Sheridan’s breathing became irregular, and she nearly fell forward onto the floor, with the affect Luis was having on her. She had never felt someone’s touch so powerful, and so inviting, in her entire life and it scared her. The emotions fueling in her stomach felt like they were burning holes in her flesh.
Luis sat down on the mattress beside her semi-curled legs, and the movement forced Sheridan back into a lying position on her bed. She was now looking up at him, and she could feel his fingers change direction from where they were now on her cheeks, to her lips, that were supple beneath his finger tips.
Sheridan’s mouth opened slightly and she felt, rather then allowed, her tongue’s tip to taste his skin. She also felt his hitched breath as it was suddenly drawn in at an alarming speed. Her lips closed around his finger and Sheridan congratulated her boldness, but was also frightened by where it might take her.
When Luis bent down, to take possession of her mouth with his own, Sheridan bent forward to meet him halfway. Their mouths met in a burst of ice blue flames that licked at their gut, as their lips danced together erotically. Her heart pounded, and Sheridan was sure it was only moments away from bursting.
Sheridan’s neck craned towards his lips, and as she relaxed her neck, she brought her head down to the pillow and Luis had to shift to remain in contact with her. His body spread across hers, she shifted to allow more direct contact, and she felt his erection surge towards her. She lifted her hips sharply, and brought them into contact with his, and Luis groaned into her mouth.
He pressed his hips into hers again, and this time it was Sheridan who groaned her approval. Their lips finally stole away for a brief moment, only to return to each other seconds later, with a new breath filling their lungs.
Suddenly Luis tore his lips away from hers, and Sheridan had the distinct feeling that he was rejecting her, but he tore away at his shirt until it came off his skin, and Sheridan finally understood what he was doing.
She sat up and did the same, removing her pink silk chemise and dropping it lifelessly onto the ground beside her bed. When she glanced back up she saw Luis’ gaze take in her features, and her natural inhibitions came forth, and she grasped at the comforter for a cover of some sort. But Luis would not have it. He took the cloth from her clenched fist and dropped it back to her waist.
His hands, still poised in the air, came to rest atop her breasts and he felt the weight in his hands and Sheridan moaned in appreciation, as did Luis. His hands cupped her breasts, molding them into his hands for optimum contact, and when his mouth bent forward, Sheridan’s eyes shot open.
She had never felt anything like this, and she knew the person lying atop her now could only bring it upon. His lips suckled at her right nipple and areola and the velvet depths of his mouth made her nipple tighten to almost a feeling of pain.
Her recently idle hands came up to scratch at his chest, her fingers applying pressure naturally invoking fits of pleasure and contentment for Luis. Her fingernails scraped softly against his slightly darkened skin and it elicited a sharp gasp from the mouth enclosed around her nipple.
Sheridan was in unfamiliar territory when he stood up and dropped his boxers. She couldn’t help her gaze from dropping from the safe place of his beautiful face, to dangerous grounds where his arousal was more then a pleasing attribute. But the look in his eyes, when she returned her gaze there, told him he thought her a goddess, and it gave her a boldness that existed in the beginning while they kissed.
She stood from her position under the covers of her bed, and removed the last vestige of her seemingly invincible cloak of restraint. His gaze dropped from her eyes to the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. Sheridan closed her eyes, attempting to gain strength from the darkness behind her eyelids, and opened them to see a look of wonder on Luis’ face.
She sat back down, and Luis followed her, his mouth finding hers in the dimly lit area surrounding them. Their lips and teeth clashed awkwardly for a moment, before settling into the now natural pattern of give and take.
They both found it a shock when he was poised above her, ready to enter her, and his gaze looked to hers for signs of uncertainty. Her hands reached up to encircle his neck in a somewhat loose hug of reassurance, as he slipped into her.
What Luis did not expect was the resistance he found. When he shot his head up to look her in the eyes, he found her eyes closed tightly and her teeth biting her bottom lip. He had stolen something he had no right taking, and yet her hips lifted and beckoned him onward, and before he could pull out her eyes shot open.
They seemed to say, “Don’t you dare” and yet they held the innocence he had come to associate with the name, Sheridan Crane. Why hadn’t she told him? What about Jean Luc?
Sheridan knew he was asking himself many question, as her body adjusted to his entry, and she knew she would have to tell him one day.
She had never become intimate with Jean Luc, because she was waiting for their wedding night that would never come. Eventually Sheridan lost all hope of ever getting married to someone who actually loved her, so she decided to give her virginity to someone who was worthy, and the man in her arms was worthy of more then her golly up self. He was worthy of so much more.
When she lifted her legs to encircle his waist, and he began to move within her, Sheridan knew that she had made the right decision and that she could never regret what they were sharing at that very moment.
The climax that over took her was also something new. She had been a virgin in the entire respect of the word, never once feeling the narcotic that most felt at the point of ecstasy and she rejoiced in sharing it with the one man she loved more then any of the others before him.
His climax followed thereafter and Sheridan was content and sated when he collapsed atop her. Minutes, maybe hours, later he lifted his head and gazed at her with uncertain eyes. Eyes that held questions he was going to ask, and was going to expect an answer to.
But for now they had what they needed to be satisfied.
And moments later Sheridan invited the sleep that had hidden in the shadows of her room since before Luis entered, and Luis was not far behind.
The End!!