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Angel of Mercy - Leather (continued) They stood upright, shakily, and he turned her to face him. Embracing her, he brushed his lips softly over hers. She closed her eyes and parted her mouth ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue moistening his lower lip. He ran his hands up into her hair and pushed his tongue into her waiting mouth. She was like a drug and he felt like he could go again, right there, right now. He pulled away…had to break the mood somehow, it was…dangerously overwhelming. She opened her eyes and he smiled at her. Oh, but he’d love to court this danger. “Nice game.” He said, and she suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed along with her and offered her another cold beer. She opted for water, and he left for the kitchen as she slipped his shirt over her head. He found a pair of shorts for himself on the way back, and sat down next to her on the leather couch in the game room. She immediately plunked herself down in his lap and took the glass he offered her, drinking deeply. He wiped a drop off of her mouth when she was finished, and stared into her glittering eyes. “I don’t know what compelled you to sit next to me at the bar,” he mused, “but thank you.” He couldn’t tell, but he thought a blush accompanied that soft smile she gave him. “You looked like you needed some excitement.” She winked, kissing his cheek. Lazily she traced his tattoos with her fingertips while he gently caressed her thigh. He jumped, then twitched again when she touched the underside of his arm then the inside of his elbow. “Ticklish, eh?” She asked. “No, I ah-" He began as she pounced on him, making him laugh as he tried to twist away from her hands. He soon found though that her sides and stomach were just as sensitive and he attacked back. They giggled and flailed about, tumbling off the couch as they wrestled with one another. He hadn’t felt this carefree in years. She had him underneath her, straddling his hips, and their squirming went from playful to stimulating. The laughter simultaneously subsided as they gazed at one another. He brushed away strands of hair that hung wildly over her face, as she leaned down, covering his mouth in a searing kiss. His eyes were closed, but he could feel her reaching for something. Just then, she pulled away, and displayed in her hands the leather belt from her jeans. "Like I said, you looked like you needed some excitement," she smirked, "but your adventure has only just begun." With an almost evil gleam in her eye, she bound his hands together and commanded him to keep them above his head. He stared at her, dumbfounded, as she slowly stripped his t-shirt off herself and laid it over his face. Folding it up so only his eyes were covered, she kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip before continuing her path downward. He felt panic grip him momentarily as realization set in--he did not know this woman, and now she had him tied up and blindfolded--could this be some sort of sick trap? He tensed up, and she felt it, but seemed to realize his uncertainty. "Trust me." She breathed against his ear before kissing down his neck to shoulder. Just the sound of her voice relaxed him, and her touch relaxed him even more. She blazed a slow trail over his chest with her mouth, grazing lightly with her nails. She paused to flick her tongue over his nipples, and he could feel her breasts brushing against his stomach as he prodded her underneath, begging for attention. He could feel a smile spread across her lips, and she made her way down. She kissed from his navel down every inch of the trail that she exposed as she slowly pulled his shorts off of him. After a few nips at the insides of his thighs, he could feel first her hot breath on his balls, then her tongue as she ran the tip of it over, under, around. He groaned, straining to keep his bound hands in place. Her fingers tickled his shaft as she trailed her tongue up the underside before enclosing the head in her lips. As she slowly took him into her warm mouth, he could feel her fingernails lightly grazing underneath his balls, and inadvertently thrust himself harder into her mouth. She took the full length of him, sliding her lips from base to tip, wrapping her tongue around along the way. Unable to see what was happening to him, he felt so exposed, heightening all of his other senses. He thrashed his head from side to side as she pleasured him, the t-shirt slipping off as he did so. He glanced down, and the sight of that mane of red hair bobbing over him was more than he could bear. He took the chance of going against her orders, and reached his still-bound hands down to grab that hair and pull her upwards. She didn't resist, and undid the belt before straddling him. As he held her waist, she sank down onto his shaft, sighing. She took it slowly, raising and lowering herself, and despite her previous ministrations, he didn't mind coming down to meet her rhythm. He caressed her breasts as she rocked on top of him, moaning his name. "Scott..." That sultry sweet voice. He loved hearing her say his name. Her movements became faster, more insistent, and he looked up to find her gazing lustily into his eyes. He lost all control and pulled her down, flattening her breasts against his chest, as he lifted his hips to stroke hard and deep into her. She gasped and groaned for him not to stop, and he could feel her tightening around him as he pumped into her moist warmth. With one final stroke, he buried deep inside, holding her hips steady as he filled her. She bit into his shoulder, moaning as she convulsed and clasped around him, draining his juices. She lifted off and lay at his side, her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, wiping a little sweat off her forehead along the way. He was soaked as well, and had no energy to peel himself off of the carpet at the moment. In fact, he was dead tired and found it hard to keep his eyes open. Her breathing had become steady and he figured she was falling asleep also. Hugging this amazing woman against him, he let out a satisfied sigh. She returned the embrace. "Scott..." He heard his name whispered as he drifted off to sleep. He awoke to find himself in his bed. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the floor with an aching back and led her to his room for the rest of the night. He looked over to find her still with him, and still as wildly beautiful as the night before. He kissed her softly and rose to prepare a pot of coffee. She had quietly followed him, surprising him, and sat him down on the kitchen chair; straddling and riding him like her Harley. Afterwards, they picked through the mess of clothes in the game room and he begged her to stay as she suited back up. She shook her head. "Then when can I see you again?" He asked, slipping on his shorts and t-shirt. "Do you live around here?" "No, I don't." She replied, taking his hand and leading him to the front door. "But you will see me again, I promise." "When?" He pleaded, reluctantly opening the door for her. "I don't want to be without you." The wind caught in her hair as she turned to him, giving her a surreal apprearance. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him tenderly, lingering. He gripped her jacket, but she pulled away easily. "When you least expect me...when you most need me...I'll be there." She bade goodbye, climbing on her gleaming white Harley and taking off with a roar. Scott sighed and looked down at his feet; scarcely able to believe she was gone. As he turned back toward the house, a glint of silver caught his eye, and he bent down to discover that she had somehow left her thumb ring behind. He looked back at the driveway, not expecting her to be there, but also not expecting the unearthly silence that had suddenly enveloped the morning. He should still be able to hear the engine rumbling in the distance, but not a sound was there, save for the chirping birds. She may be a mystery, but she wasn't a dream, he smiled, sliding the ring on his middle finger. He rubbed his hands over his face. The scent of vanilla still lingered on his skin, and he breathed deeply, feeling more alive than he'd ever felt before. Creed Fanfic Page Copyright TMS2003   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)