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Angel of Mercy - Lace The sky was hued with streaks of purple and blue, flecked with gold as the sun slowly made its descent on the horizon. He sighed deeply, filling his lungs with the warm, salty air. It was nice to finally be alone. Peace and quiet. The day had gone horribly...again. Nothing got accomplished. The other guys were so wrapped up in what was going on in their personal lives; they didn't care about getting any work done. Then they accused him of being anal and a hard-ass. He sulked in the corner of the studio with his guitar after that; attempting to put together something until he realized Scott had just up and left without a word. He cussed briefly, then mumbled an apology to Flip before storming out the door. Weeks of frustration boiling up inside of him, he sought for some way to clear his mind. He stopped for a drink, but even that was no comfort. The bar was too noisy and the women were too clingy. He left after one beer, directing his truck onto the highway, and just drove for the coast. He needed to be alone, away from everyone. His cabin on the beach provided that refuge. So, brooding and lonely, he sat, staring out across the ocean. "Maybe everyone else is right." He thought. "Maybe I just need to learn to relax." But the thoughts of countless draining concerts, botched recording sessions, fights, and his last failed relationship brought the anger flooding back into his head again and he clenched his jaw, frowning at the setting sun. Just then, he heard a soft voice next to him. "Sometimes it's hard to tell what is more beautiful: the sunrise or the sunset." Her words washed over him like the water on the sand. Who was this? His eyes followed from her bare feet, a silver chain encircling one ankle, to a filmy white skirt that clung in the breeze to her shapely legs, her chest barely covered in white lace, and up to an angelic face surrounded by long blonde hair. He just stared at her, surprised that she appeared so suddenly, and mesmerized by her appearance. "Would you rather be alone?" She asked, realizing the awkward silence. Her voice gave him chills, and he watched her lips as she spoke, so full and inviting. He thought for a moment: he was angry, bitter, and wanting to be alone, but...did he really want her to leave? "No." He said quietly, gazing back at the water. He didn't know who she was or where she came from, but her presence comforted him. She sat down on the blanket next to him, so close their shoulders touched. He closed his eyes and inhaled. She smelled like sweet vanilla, and even her scent began to clear his mind until all he was aware of was she and the ocean stretched out before them. He turned his head toward her. Her eyes were closed and her chin tilted up to face the breeze. He noticed a hint of red in her golden curls that cascaded over her shoulders and longed to run his fingers through them. She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling knowingly, then turned back to watch the waves tumble over the sand. Her serenity relaxed him and he began to forget about his troubles. He continued to stare at her; no longer content to watch the sunset. "This is more beautiful." He said aloud before he even realized he was saying it. Then quickly he added, "The sunset. The sunset is more beautiful." She laughed lightly. "I agree...?" She began. "Mark." He finished. "What is your name?" She leaned toward him and whispered her name before catching his ear in her teeth, grazing it lightly, then planting a kiss on his temple. He shuddered and closed his eyes. Her touch was so soft, she was so irresistible, and she made no disguise of wanting him too. He simply must be dreaming. “Well, Mark,” she spoke, her breath warm against his cheek, “I think I was right in believing you needed some company.” She lightly traced her fingertips over his eyebrows and down to his jaw. “But tell me what I need to do to take away this sadness.” He blinked open his eyes to find her face mere inches away, her bright green eyes staring into his. She still held his face in her hands, as she knelt at his side. He reached one hand up behind her, running his fingers into her silky hair. She sighed at his touch, closing her eyes and leaning back into his hand. Her movements thrust her chest slightly upward, exposing more of her creamy skin above the white lace of her dress. Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his mouth to her neck, softly kissing the hollow at her throat. She wrapped her hands behind his neck as he continued kissing up to her chin, then pressed his lips against hers. She parted her lips and he felt her tongue gently slide over his. He explored her mouth with his tongue in return, kissing her deeply, feeling a low groan in her throat. Helping her lay down on the blanket, he hovered over her, bracing himself on his elbows, but still allowing his hips to rest on hers so she could feel the effect she was having on him. Whatever it was about her, she seemed to be just the medicine he needed. She tugged at his shirt until he took it off, and lightly traced her nails over his muscular chest as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. She smelled so wonderful--feminine and intoxicating. He groaned as he felt the tightness in his jeans increase. He slowly pushed down the thin strap of her dress, watching her eyes for any sign of resistance. He almost hoped that she would make him stop, he was so afraid he would hurt her if she allowed him to take out his pent-up anger on her. But her look was calming and understanding. She was unafraid and genuine...as if her only desire was to take away his pain. He closed his eyes and opened them again, uncertain if this was real, if he should trust what he saw. She smiled and laid her hand against his cheek. "It's okay, Mark." She spoke softly. "Just trust yourself." And he believed her, leaning down to kiss her lips again. Cupping her now exposed breast in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. He pushed down the other strap, exposing her other breast and used his mouth to tease that nipple into hardness. She murmured and slid her hands over his shoulders, trailing her nails along his back. As he worked his mouth on her, he ran his hands over her legs, pushing up her skirt until her reached her panties, then slipped the white lace down her legs, sitting up to free her ankles. He massaged her thighs, and she shifted her body to allow him more access to her soft skin. He needed to be inside her and all around her. Wanting her to be ready for him, he watched her face as he parted her moistness, inserting first one, then two fingers into her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned his name and closed her eyes, slowly grinding her hips against his hand. He stroked his fingers in and out, watching the beautiful impassioned expressions she made, until he could wait no longer. He pulled his fingers out of her and quickly undid his belt and pants just enough until he was freed from their restraint, and entered her. He paused to relish the warmth and tightness of her around him. She raised one knee up, sinking him a little deeper, and wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him down, obviously loving the feel of him in and against her. He held her tightly, burying his face against her neck as he slowly slid in and out. Despite his original urges to vent his frustrations, he realized that those feelings were now gone, replaced by a gentle desire to just be with her. Wrapped in their passionate embrace, they made slow love. The only sounds on the beach were the crashing of the waves, and the tinkling of the windchimes on the cabin deck. He never felt anything so right. She moaned, softly nipping at his ear. He lifted his head to gaze into her emerald eyes before bringing his mouth down on hers again. With every stroke into her, he slid his tongue into her mouth, doubling the penetration. She caught his tongue and sucked on it, making him groan and thrust hard and she pulled away with a gasp. He continued to pump into her, hard and steady, testing his patience as he waited for her to come. She raised her hips to meet his, holding him tightly as she whispered his name. A soft cry escaped her lips as he felt her suddenly contract around his shaft, her body quivering underneath him in the throes of her orgasm. Finally able to release, he stroked into her several more times, biting at her neck and groaning as he spasmed and his warmth spread inside her. Creed Fanfic Page Lace, Part 2 Copyright TMS2003   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)