Title: The Morning After 
Author: sophia999x 
E-mail: sophia999x@hotmail.com 
Rating: NC17 - Lots of smut, a little angst 
Category: DRR 
Summary: Scifinerdgrl asked over at the OS how we 
would like to see the finale start. I posted my PG13 
version there, this is just expanding on that. The 
title is self-explanatory - I hope. 
Archive: If I didn't send it directly to you, please 
ask first. Thanks. 
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, you'll have to take a 
number to collect if you want to waste your time 
trying. Characters are the property of CC and 1013. 
Their thoughts and actions are a product of my smut 
filled imagination. 
Special Thank You: to Robert Patrick and Annabeth 
Gish for putting WOW! back into my vocabulary. 




He steps out of the shower, his body is still shiny 
and slick with mist, his hair damp giving it that 
spikey look. The white towel wrapped precariously 
around his hips contrasting against his tanned body, 
emphasizing his muscular physique, his taut torso. 
He pads quietly over to the bed trying not to wake 
his guest. Looking down, a shadow suddenly crosses 
his eyes as he thinks of the coming storm they've 
tried so desparately to hold back, knowing they've 
failed. And then he remembers last night and being 
with her and the shadow quickly flees. 

He pulls the covers down exposing her naked back. 
He can tell by the sudden rise and fall of her 
shoulders that she's awake and he smiles remembering 
their first night together, last night. He leans 
down and starting at the base of her neck, trails 
kisses down her back. He's surprised to find himself 
aroused by the arching of her back alone. Lying next 
to her now, he slips one hand underneath and around 
to cup one breast, while the other hand slips around 
the front to grab the other. As he continues to kiss 
her behind her ears, neck and up and down her back, 
he massages her breasts, teasing them with pinching 
and pulling. Her moaning, her breathing sending 
shivers up and down his own spine. 

She tries to turn to face him, but he keeps her back 
towards him. He has to remove his hand from her breast 
to do this, she grabs it and pulls it, not towards her 
breast but to a place strategically lower. He pulls 
his hand away and returns it to her breast. She moans 
with displeasure, but only for a moment. He's licking 
her back now, gently pulling on her skin with his 
teeth, running his tongue across her shoulder blades. 

She can feel him stiffen against the small of her back, 
she knows this must be painful for him as well. She 
smiles and reaches behind her with her hand to help 
straighten him out. But again he rebuffs her attempts 
to lead this dance. If she touches him that way he'll 
explode and he doesn't want that just yet. The 
building pressure causing him some discomfort, but in 
an erotically pleasurable sort of way. He can 
withstand the pressure, for a little while more at 
least. 

He pushes her arm forward teasing her breast with a 
light kiss and then moving his kisses down her side, 
resting on her hip, lingering. She can't help but 
laugh, she's never had a hickey there before, but 
damned if she will once he's done. She feels him 
rumble against her pelvic bone, laughing himself. 
And she marvels at how so in sync they are, how far 
they have come after just one night, albeit the most 
incredible night of her life, that they can now 
laugh at each other during their lovemaking. And 
this was lovemaking not sex. She's had sex before, 
but never love, at least not until last night. She 
moans out loud remembering what she had last night. 

And then she returns to the present, it's hard not 
to, since he's playing with the hairs of her mound. 
He's massaging her, tickling her, but she wants him 
to go lower, inside. She grabs for his hand again, 
this time he doesn't stop her. With her hand over 
his, she moves them between her thighs, moving them 
up and down, slowly at first then quicker as her 
need grows. He lets her manipulate his hand, it's 
her device now, to use as she sees fit. She 
appropriately takes his middle finger, and with 
hers on top, slips them together inside her as deep 
as she can work them. He lets her control the 
length of each thrust, the speed. She is so turned 
on by the complete control she has of just his hand, 
and at the same time moved by the absolute trust he 
has given her. The thrusts are becoming more urgent 
now, less gentle. She's about to come, but she 
doesn't want to, not without him completely inside 
her, she has to have him. Rather abruptly she pulls 
their fingers out causing her to gasp out loud. 

Sensing her need, unable to control his own for much 
longer, he allows her to turn now. Following the turn, 
he startles her with a brief kiss on her sex, then 
moves up to her abdomen, then slowly, maddenly works 
his way up towards her breasts, not stopping as she 
was afraid he was going to do, but kissing between 
them, moving up, stopping underneath her chin. He 
lingers there while he positions himself atop her. 
Then looking directly at her for the first time that 
morning, he can't but help fall once again into the 
dark pools of her eyes. She simply takes his breath 
away. 

Reaching over he pulls the sheet away from the rest of 
her body and she pulls the towel from around his waist 
with one hand, with the other she grabs his thick, 
hardened member. Once again he allows her to direct 
his body's tools. She moves it just over her opening, 
but instead of thrusting it inside her, she uses it 
to circle her moistened sex. She uses it as she did 
his hand just a few moments ago, slowly moving up and 
down and around, her own body involuntarily arching 
up. She sees his neck muscles tense as he restrains 
himself from ramming her with his throbbing cock. 
They stare at each other now, like a game of chicken 
who's going to blink, or in this case, explode first. 
With a wicked smile she concedes defeat and lets go 
of him, running her hands lightly up from his hips 
to his chest. 

Staring into her eyes and with slow deliberation he 
enters her. He knows how she likes it now, slowly at 
first, she likes the first thrust to be deep, then 
pulled out slowly, followed by short jabs, quickening 
to the longer ones as her breathing quickens as her 
body tightens underneath him. She likes to be kissed 
too, she doesn't care where. And his hands, she knows 
he has restless hands, they're constantly moving over 
some part of her body, pulling, pinching, rubbing, it 
doesn't matter. He gets just as much pleasure from 
pleasing her as she does. 

They move as one now, pushing into each other at the 
same time, their gasping breaths follow one after the 
other, their heart beats as one single organ. They're 
about to come, he wants to be kissing her when they do, 
crushing her lips with his, grinding his hips against 
hers, she comes first, with him not far behind, 
together they scream out their satisfaction, then 
collapse into each others arms, riding out their 
bodies involuntary waves of passion. 

Lying there, in the light of day, she's pleased that 
he doesn't pull out right away, again he waits for her 
pleasure. They're not done, even now, she can feel 
him throbbing inside her. She holds onto him, last 
night, this morning, if they never left the comfort 
of this bed, never left the safety of each others 
arms, it would be too soon. Feeling her tears against 
his chest, he pulls her closer, embracing her with 
more than just his arms, offering her more than just 
his heart, but giving her his soul in the bargain. 

They can hear the muffled alarm of the clock going off 
somewhere buried under a pile of blankets and clothes, 
but they ignore it for the more urgent alarm that 
their bodies, their souls must share. Starting the 
dance once again. 

~fin~