Piotr Rasputin (clutteredcanvas) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-05-02 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.07.11, arabella, arabella and kris, kris |
Come on get higher
who: Arabella and Kris
what: After Dinner
when: Friday Night
where: Motel Room
warnings: NSFW
Kris had been glad he had taken Arabella out for dinner. She needed to be reminded that it was safe outside of the motel room (so long as she was with him of course) and he had to admit, he sort of liked showing her off. She was beautiful and Kris' wolf preened like a peacock at showing off what he considered his. Kris was trying to keep him under control, but his wolf had his own mind and opinions that often differed from his human counterpart.
They had stayed out late, eating and talking about little things, avoiding any kind of subjects that were too involved. He really hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her in ways like brushing back her hair, fingers grazing hers when passing things. Anything to touch her. He had been pleased when she had leaned against him in the cab and fell asleep. He was able to keep her wrapped in his arms the whole ride and he planned on continuing to do so all night.
Once they were at the motel he carefully carried her from the cab and into the room, trying not to wake her. Gently he laid her on the bed, slipping off her shoes and looking at her, realizing just how quickly he was becoming wrapped up in this amazing woman.
Arabella hadn't minded the little touches here and there, sweet caresses and brushing back the stray hair that found its way into her face. Dan had never touched her with such gentleness, even before the change in him seemed to have occurred. Kris, however, had never touched her without the gentleness. It wasn't until her shoes were removed that Arabella began to stir, shifting a little on the bed where he'd lain her and opening her eyes to look up at him. She smiled and let out a soft little yawn. "I must've fell asleep," she murmured sleepily.
Kris looked up when she began to stir and smiled at her. "In the cab, yes. I didn't mean to wake you." he said, standing up from his kneeling position at the foot of the bed and slipping off his jacket. He sat beside her in the bed, brushing her hair back from her face. "You want to put your pajamas on, milady?" he asked with a small smile.
"I should," she murmured with a little nod as she got up from the bed reluctantly. She paused briefly, pressing a kiss to Kris's temple before moving to collect her nightgown from her bag. She went into the bathroom long enough to change into the simple cotton dress and returned, tossing her clothes into her bag, eyes moving over the man. "Thank you for dinner," she told him first. "And for carrying me up here."
Kris smiled, watching her with some kind of dopey look after she kissed his temple, his eyes following her to the bathroom. He took the time she was changing to undress and slip on a pair of pajama pants himself. When she came out and thanked him, he smiled. "Of course, my lady. Anything for you." he said, moving to her to give her a kiss on her forehead.
The kiss to her forehead had her melting like it often did and she melted into him, her head coming to rest against his chest, arms winding around his middle. "I didn't know men like you existed," she admitted softly.
When she slid her arms around him, he did the same thing, holding her against him and resting his cheek in her hair. "What kind of man is that, exactly?" he asked with a small smile, one hand reaching up to stroke her hair.
"A good one?" she breathed, almost unsure herself of the answer. "You haven't once asked me for anything since I've been here, never once raised your voice or your hand and if anything you just keep treating me better," she sighed. "I honestly don't know how to handle it all it's just so new to me." She'd had friends that were men that were decent, but the last year and some change had skewed her perspective on the world and that was saying the least.
It broke his heart, to hear her talk like that. The hand that was in her hand moved to her chin and tipped up her face so he could look into her eyes. "Arabella...I am so sorry for what he did to you." he said softly. "I will never hurt you like he did. I hate thinking you've never known a real man in your life...You deserve so much better than what you had." It killed him, what that bastard had done to her and he knew he would hunt him down some day. Soon.
"I know you won't," she said, nodding a little and blinking to keep from letting herself get upset. "I don't worry about those things when I'm with you." For the first time in what felt like forever, Arabella felt safe and like she could speak without being fearful or cowering at the thought of making Dan angry. It was a new feeling, but certainly a nice one.
"Good." he said and leaned down to gently nuzzle her, comforting her as a wolf would. "You never have to be scared of anything when you're with me." he murmured softly and he knew he would protect her for the rest of his life. She might not be his, but he was certainly hers.
Many people had claimed that she'd be safe with them in her lifetime, Dan being one of them, but Kris was the first person that Arabella truly believed. The words as they slipped off of his lips were already believed to be fact as far as the brunette was concerned. "You don't know how good it feels to believe that," she whispered.
Kris inhaled her scent deeply for a moment, his arm even more firmly around her. He never wanted to let her go. Gently he pressed a kiss to her temple before pulling back just enough so he could look at her. "I'm glad." he said softly, reaching up to brush his thumb across her cheek, feather light over the bruise there. They would heal and he would be damn sure she never received another one.
She smiled a tiny smile as she looked up at the man. "I wish I wasn't such a mess to look at," she commented. She noticed how his fingers lingered on her cheek as they slipped across those bruises that just wouldn't seem to fade away entirely.
He shook his head and cupped her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful, I can't even begin to describe it." he told her with absolute conviction. "No words I could think of do you any kind of justice." She was like a piece of art, beautiful and priceless.
She shivered slightly at his compliment, his fingers holding her face in place as if trying desperately to convince her that his words were true. She bit her bottom lip as she warred with the way he was making her feel, the tightness in her chest and the shiver that seemed to roll up her spine. Dan had never called her beautiful, not the way that Kris just had. If anything he said it in the heat of the moment but only because he wanted something from her. Kris wasn't like that, he only said it because he thought it was true.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
"You're welcome." he said, his voice a bit growly. How could she now know how beautiful she was? Kris let out a bit of a shaky breath as his eyes fell to her lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly it almost physically hurt to keep himself from doing so. He kept his kiss to her forehead. "Come on, you need your sleep." he said softly.
She didn't want to sleep, she wanted him to kiss her almost as much as he wanted to kiss her. For a brief moment, she thought he just might, but his lips fell on her forehead instead and she let out a shaky little whimper. "Yeah," she breathed. "I have to go to work in the morning," she commented, the thought of it really sort of an afterthought than anything. She wasn't sure she wanted to work or be anywhere that Dan would know she would go. "I won't wake you when I leave, you should get some sleep too."
Her ex would know where she worked and he couldn't help the snarl that slipped from his lips. "You're not going alone." he said. "I'll come to your job." And stay there all day, waiting for her shift to end. He wasn't letting her out of his sight. His wolf certainly wouldn't allow him to.
She visibly flinched at the snarl, having heard plenty of negative sounds like that coming from Dan, usually followed by a slap of some sort. She swallowed as she looked down at the floor, listening to what he had to say. "Okay," she said simply, unwilling to argue with him about something like that especially when she really didn't want to be alone.
Kris suddenly realized what he had done when she flinched and her scent turned to fear. "Oh God, no, I didn't mean it like that." he said almost desperately, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently bringing her into his lap, nuzzling her with a bit of a dog like whine in his throat. "I'm sorry..."
Arabella let him pull her into his lap. It wasn't really his fault, he hadn't done anything. It was honestly just a force of habit for the woman. She shook her head a little and let out a little shaky breath. "It's okay," she promised him as she curled in against the man. "It's not your fault I'm damaged goods," she whispered against his chest. "You don't have anything to apologize for.
"You are not damaged." he said, fingers of one hand running through her hair as he gently nuzzled her. His chest ached for her. He wanted to kill every male on the planet that had ever said an unkind word to her. "You were hurt and that takes time to heal..." That was something he understood well. Some things never healed, but she had a chance to.
"I am damaged," she argued. "I feel like I'm always going to be looking over my shoulder. Like every little negative gesture from anyone is going to send me into crying fits. I'm tired of feeling like a shrinking violet. I'm tired of jumping every time a door slams or a car backfires. I feel like I'm on edge all the time." It was good to finally get her thoughts out, but it was still hard to believe that she was going through such a thing. She never used to be like this, never used to be such a wimp.
Sighing, she looked up at him, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "I don't know why you're being so nice to me, I don't know why you showed up in that alleyway, but if I live to be a hundred, I'm never going to be able to repay you," she whispered, leaning up and catching the corner of his mouth in a soft kiss. "Why are you so good to me?"
When she argued with him, Kris got a glimpse of the woman she could be. She was strong, deep inside. It just needed to be brought out again. "You never have to repay me for being what a man should be." he murmured softly, his heart hammering in his chest as her lips kissed the corner of his mouth. "And....you make it easy to be good to you, Bella." He couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head just enough, letting his lips brush against hers in a barely there kiss.
Arabella closed her eyes at the kiss, a soft little sigh of contentment washing through her at the feel of his warm lips against hers. Even if it was barely a kiss, it was amazing. She could have stayed in that moment with him for the rest of the night if he'd let her. Her arms wound around his neck and she held tight to him, even once the kiss had ended. Maybe it was wrong to be kissing him, but she just couldn't see how. Not when it felt so perfect and so right.
Kris pressed his forehead to hers as she slid her arms around him. He shouldn't be kissing her. He was taking advantage. She was vulnerable and the last thing Kris ever wanted to do was hurt her. But her lips...her soft, perfect lips tasted like heaven. He had not kissed a woman in 15 years. "Tell me to stop and I will." he breathed against her lips, giving her the choice as he couldn't decide anything when it came to her.
"I should," she whispered in response to his words. "But I don't want you to," she admitted. She wanted to keep kissing him, to hold on as tightly as she could to the first man to ever treat her as though she had a brain in her skull and a heart in her chest. He'd protected her, defended her, taken care of her when she needed it the most. He'd never once asked for anything in return, never once felt like he was really doing anything more than what should have been done.
Kris let out a shuddering breath, his hand sliding up cup her cheek, his eyes looking into hers. "You're in control...I'll stop when you tell me to, I'll do whatever you want me to." he said and meant it. He would let her call the shots, give her the power and control she needed right now. Hell, she could have that over him forever if she wanted.
"I don't want you to stop," she whispered again, her lips finding his once more in a breathless little kiss. Her hands came up to slide over his stubbled cheeks and back into his hair, gripping the dark strands and giving his hair the smallest tug. She wasn't worried about control really but she was glad that he put her in the driver's seat. She didn't want him feeling guilty about this in the morning, or even later on.
Her lips....A sin. No other word to describe it. It was going to be hard for him, to keep any kind of control if she kissed like that. Kris' strong arms wound around her as he kissed her back, moving her body so she was pressed against him. He couldn't help that he was hard in seconds or that his pajama bottoms didn't hide it much. Probably didn't help he had no underwear on either. None of that was on his mind because he was too busy kissing her. His tongue ran against her lips, begging entrance, to taste her more.
Arabella let out a soft whimper against his mouth, especially at the feel of his body responding to hers. The cotton nightgown and the pajama bottoms between them didn't help hide much of anything. His tongue got the entrance it was pleading for, her lips parting and her own tongue slipping out to meet his with a soft hum of approval. She shifted a little, letting her legs move to slide down on either side of his lap. A gasp escaped her mouth at the feel of him pressing against her panties, even through the fabric of his pajama pants. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew she shouldn't as they barely knew one another, but that didn't make her want to stop.
Kris thought he was dying. His heart raced so fast he was sure he was having a heart attack. His nose was overcome with her scent, her arousal and he moaned into her mouth, unable to help his hips twitching as she straddled him. Kris kissed her desperately, one hand burying into her hair as the other pressed tight against the small of her back.
She was aching for acceptance, aching to feel all the things she'd never felt with Dan. She wanted to be touched, kissed, loved. She wanted that companionship, the protection, the jealousness without the fighting. Yes, she was vulnerable, but she didn't really care at that moment. She didn't see it as him taking advantage, not when she had been the one to kiss him. She'd made the first move, he'd been nothing but a gentleman the entire time. He'd had plenty of opportunities to take advantage and he hadn't.
She nipped at his lower lip as she pulled her mouth from his. "Tell me I'm pretty," she whispered, eyes flicking up to meet his. "That you want me, that you don't know what you'd do without me..." Little things that Dan had never and would never say. Little things that a woman wanted to hear. "Lie to me..."
A gasp came from his as she pulled her lips from his. He couldn't help how his hips kept rolling up against hers, how he could feel how wet her panties were. Her words broke his heart and at the same time made him determined. "I'd never lie to you." he murmured against her lips before moving his mouth over her jaw line to her ear. "It's no lie you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." he breathed into her ear before nibbling her ear lobe. "I want you so badly I want to howl....And I think I would die without you...And none of that is a lie." He moved down to kiss and nip at her neck, lost in her now, any thoughts beyond her gone.
She closed her eyes as he started to speak, goosebumps raising on her skin as she rocked her hips against his in return, slow little movements almost uncontrolled by the girl. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe, shuddering a little at the feel of his warm breath and damp tongue teasing over her flesh. "Kris," she whispered, tilting her head away from him to give him a better range to move those perfect lips over her neck.
His hand cupped one side of her neck as his mouth moved against the other, his lips, teeth and tongue playing over the smooth skin. Her scent was driving him insane, the movement of her hips making him light headed. "My beautiful Bella..." he breathed against her throat, his other hand slipping up her short cotton nightie to grip her amazing ass.
"Yours," she agreed, wanting to nod but not wanting him to stop kissing and nipping at her neck the way that he was. She gasped when his hands cupped her ass and he squeezed, her hips rocking a bit more forcefully against his in response.
She had no idea what she was doing to him. Kris whimpered when she agreed with him, that she was his and his arm hooked around her waist and in seconds her back was on the bed and he was atop her, kissing her with all the passion he possessed, one hand buried in her hair. He needed to stop. He had to stop because all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her and Brother Wolf wanted the same thing, to claim his mate. "God, Bella..." he breathed against her lips as he pulled back a bit to let her breathe, his hips grinding against hers.
Arabella let him move her, the strength he showed in that simple action just as arousing as his kisses. He was strong enough to do a terrible amount of damage if he wanted to, but he didn't. It was that bit of information that made her want him as badly as she did. He had the ability to do horrible things but he didn't want to. He only wanted to hold her, to touch her gently and to whisper sweet words in her ear. He was about as far from Dan as was humanly possible which was perhaps why she'd ended up there with a man who really wasn't entirely human. "Kris," she whimpered, her hips rocking up, back arching to push herself closer to him.
She didn't understand how not entirely human Kris was and he wasn't sure she ever would. The years he spent in his wolf form had made Brother Wolf that much more tangible inside of him. He was fighting his own self, to keep from taking her as his in a way that would hurt her. Too many years of pent up need mixed with his insane need for her. Kris kissed her, nipping at her lower lip before he started kissing down. The safest way to make her feel good.
He moved down her body, nuzzling her through the cotton nightie she wore, his eyes dark with lust. The closer he got to her core, the stronger her scent was and god, it was the most amazing smell. He gently let his hands slide to her thighs and used the barest of pressure to urge her to part them. "May I?" he asked in a somewhat ragged voice.
In the whole time she'd been with Dan, he'd never once gone down on her. He'd forced her to go down on him a few times until she just did it out of 'responsibility' as he'd put it. It was her job and duty as a woman to do as he wanted her to do. He'd never once asked her permission for anything, as far as he was concerned her body was more his than her own. So hearing that simple question, the gentle wish for permission, her hips twitched on their own accord.
"You don't have to," she whimpered. Her toes were already curling with anticipation. That didn't mean, however, that she really wanted him to stop.
Kris would teach her that her body was all hers and he wouldn't do anything she didn't like to her. As he looked up at her, her scent filling his nose, the way her toes curled, he knew she wanted him to. He couldn't help the grin that spread of his face, full of desire and joy. "Oh, I want to." he said. Gently he slid his hands upward to the band of her panties. He leaned in, pressing his nose against the cotton and inhaling deeply with a groan, his entire body shuddering. "You smell so good..." he breathed out against her and he couldn't help his tongue pressing out flat against her wet panties and licking to get a taste.
Arabella thought she might die. His face was pressed against her panties and she thought that the whole world was going to shatter into a million billion pieces. Her breathing quickened, her heart raced and her skin rose with goosebumps sliding over every inch of her body. The groan that escaped her mirrored the sound that slipped out of Kris' mouth. "Oh, god," she whimpered, hips twitching slighlty.
That groan of hers had his cock twitching painfully. He ignored it and slid her panties down and off of her, out of his way. He saw her cunt displayed before him and fuck it was glorious. HIs eyes flicked up to her face as he leaned in, letting his tongue run along her slit from bottom to top, tasting her wetness, which was the best tasting thing he had ever experienced. "Your taste....God Bella..." he breathed out against her pussy before the tip of his tongue found her clit and he played with it experimentally.
Her fingers immediately dove into his hair, her body arching against his tongue, fingers clenching into those dark strands. "Kris," she cried out, muscles clenching at the simple motion his tongue had made. When his tongue found her clit, circling and teasing over it, she thought she might burst. Her hips jerked again, fingers tightening in his hair. "Oh, god," she whimpered.
Kris groaned and growled all at the same time when her fingers found his hair. His lips circled her clit and sucked gently as a single finger played over her entrance. His only goal tonight was to bring her pleasure.
She shuddered as his lips encircled her clit. The little suck he gave, coupled with his finger teasing against her opening had her body twitching out of control. "Kris," she whimpered, the word coming out as more of a hiss than a word at all. "Please," she begged him, fingers clutching tighter in his hair.
"Yes, Bella..." he groaned against her before doing as she begged. Kris buried his tongue inside of her, his nose pressing against her clit. She tasted like the sweetest nectar that had him moaning into her pussy. His eyes flicked up to her face as his tongue curled inside of her, touching every part of her inside he could reach.
Arabella's hips arched up off the bed, back bent in an incredible way as she all but howled with pleasure. His tongue was touching her in places that she doubted she'd ever felt, let alone touched herself. The added vibration of his moans only seemed to send little shocks through her body, muscles clenching around his tongue in an effort to keep it inside of her. "Oh, god," she cried.
The noises she made in her pleasure were like gospel to his ears. His arms curled around her thighs to hold her tight against his mouth. He fucked her with his tongue, letting a thumb slip to her clit to rub it instantly. He wanted her so come for him, to lose herself because of him. Kris' own hips ground against the bed, for some kind of friction, needing something.
Kris' movements made her shiver and writhe with pleasure. She was dangling so close to the edge that she could practically reach out and touch her climax. "Oh, oh god," she whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily as his thumb brushed over her clit. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, head falling back against the pillows and hips pressing up to his touch. "Oh, god, Kris, yes, right there," she breathed. "A little d-d-deeper, ri-right there," she cried out, toes curling against the bed as she arched further still against his mouth and all at once her body shook and she gasped and cried out much louder than before. Her orgasm taking over her like a tidal wave crashing over the beach. Her moans and gasps and whimpers all mixed together in an unintelligible mess of noise.
Kris kept his eyes locked on her face as words of encouragement and direction spilled from her lips. He did what she wanted happily and when he was rewarded with her climax, he moaned into her. Seeing her come apart was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed in his life. Kris would hold the image, the sounds, and the scents in his mind forever. His tongue lapped at her, licking her lazily as she came down from the high of climax. He waited until every shudder was gone before he moved upward. Instead of staying above her, he went to the side, smoothing down her nightie before nuzzling her. "Are you alright?: he asked in a hoarse whisper.
Arabella was left trembling, her chest heaving and her breath and words practically catching in her throat. "Mhm," she breathed. It was about the only response she could muster as she tried her best to regain the composure enough to talk. Alright didn't even begin to cover it. She was spectacular. She wanted to climb the walls and scream and hold onto him for the rest of forever.
A relieved smile came to his face and he gently drew her to him. He was content to stay like this, with her curled in his arm, the taste of her on his tongue. He would push her for no more. Kris was in control of himself now and it was all about Arabella. It would always be about her.