Nic Castell (bleedingheart) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-05-18 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, lem, lem x nic, nic |
Who: Nic and Lem
Where: Ludlow Street
When: Monday, October 23, Night
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Nic immediately knew he was dreaming again the second he opened his eyes. It was dark and cold and he could see his hands, which meant there was light, but he couldn’t see the source of the light. He took a step forward and the grass crunched under his bare feet. Looking down, he could see it, overgrown and brushing his calves. When he looked up, he could suddenly see the moon through the clouds, neither of which had been there before.
Behind him, a twig snapped, and Nic turned, drawing his element out in a flash, water then ice, a frozen sword in his hand. Even in his dreams, his magic was still there, too much a part of him to separate, at least this time. He could see nothing in the darkness, but he could sense it, waiting there, lurking in the shadows. Nic had never been afraid of the shadows, but he knew instinctively that he needed to run. He turned and took off into the night, branches crashing into him as he trampled through the forest at high speed, not even sure when the trees appeared. He slashed at them with the sword, positive that there was something behind him, gaining speed, something that was out for blood and would rip him to pieces if given the chance.
He could see the clearing ahead. He could see the others, standing in the open, Neil and the blond and the guy that worked at the gym. Nic tried to yell out to them, to tell them run, that it was coming for them, but his voice was gone, leaving only silence. As he got closer, he could see their mutual fear, and then there was a blood-curdling scream that tore him from the dream. He went from the dark to blinding white light in the blink of an eye, and Nic lifted his arm to shield his eyes as the scream became the blaring of a horn.
It was late, but Lem had been awake anyway. She didn’t have a real schedule, and hadn’t for years and years, and she liked the night. It wasn’t stormy this time, but it was still pleasantly breezy out, and the perfect amount of cool for her. She was wearing more this time, in yoga pants and a tanktop with an oversized hoodie over it. Vex was sleeping, and Lem was just enjoying being out in the fresh air, smoking a cigarette on the front porch with the light off. She liked listening to the night sounds and spotting the night animals and thinking about how the world was so much different with no people in it.
Until suddenly there was someone else in it too. Lem perked up a little as she heard the front door open next door. She watched as a shadowy figure walked out, and as soon as the person hit the stairs, she saw that it was too tall to be Zania. Nic, then. A pleased smile crossed her face, and she stood up from where she’d been perched, watching him as he walked off the porch and toward the road. She couldn’t help but notice that he was just in his underwear. For a second, Lem thought he was going to check the mail, but instead Nic just walked into the middle of Ludlow and stopped.
Lem’s brows drew together in confusion and she walked off of her own porch. She was as equally as barefoot as Nic, but she hardly noticed, as focused as she was on her neighbor’s back. “Nic?” she called quietly as she headed across the grass to where he was just ... standing there. Staring across the street. He didn’t respond to her, and Lem tried again as her steps quickened. When she spotted a pair of headlights approaching, Lem got louder and started to run. “Nic!” The car was going too fast for a residential street, even in the middle of the night, and Lem reached him just in time to grab him by the waist and the arm and yank him backward a second after the car started to blare its horn. They both tumbled backward, half on gravel, half on grass, and the air whooshed out of Lem’s lungs.
Nic toppled backwards and hit the ground hard, too much bare skin exposed for the fall not to hurt. He didn’t even have a chance to register there was a car until it had passed, until he was laying in the gravel and grass watching the headlights drive away. He panted as he looked the other direction, at Lem, panic and confusion in his eyes. He’d been dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, so how did he get outside?
He grit his teeth as he pushed up to a seated position, already beginning to feel the fall. And the cold. Good god, it was cold. “Are you okay?” he asked, even though he knew she’d saved him. He’d almost been hit by a car. Fuck. His head spun a little and he pulled up his knees to rest his head on them, slightly overwhelmed. “Holy shit,” he muttered, then looked at Lem again. “You saved me.”
Lem had to gasp and wheeze for a few seconds to get her breath back, staring up at the stars with her heart beating wildly in her ears. Nic had almost gotten run over. Hell, they’d both almost gotten run over. If she hadn’t aimed that right, she could’ve knocked him into the path of the car ... fuck. Life really did hang on by a string, didn’t it? She pushed herself up to sitting, giving a cough as she looked at him. Her clothes had protected her from scrapes, for the most part, but she felt a couple of places that were going to bruise. She grinned at him and nodded, feeling kind of exhilarated all of the sudden. “What the fuck are you doing out here?” Lem asked him. There was no hostility in the breathless question, more impressed curiosity.
Her smile was so unexpected, so bright, that for a second Nic thought that he should kiss her. She’d fucking pushed him out of the way of an oncoming car! A kiss really wasn’t enough in the way of thanks and probably not wanted anyways. Nic laughed and ran a hand over his face. “Sleepwalking, I guess. I never have before, but… I’ve been having these dreams.” He sighed, wishing that was explainable. They were trying to kill him. The dreams, the mirrors, something. Something was trying to kill him. It was coming and he couldn’t figure out how to stop it. “What were you doing out here? Other than saving my ass?” he smiled, slowly brushing off his hands. Fuck, he hurt.
Sleepwalking, dreams, Lem was too full of adrenaline to ask for more details for the moment. She laughed at what he said, and it felt light and airy, more so than one would expect from someone who’d just dodged death. Or maybe that was the perfect time for it. “Just ... smoking and being awake,” she told Nic, leaning back on her hands for a moment to look up at the stars again. They were beautiful and everything was crisp and clean at the moment, even the pain. She turned her dimpled grin on Nic again. “Wanna make out?” Now that she’d gotten her breath back, she was suddenly really touch-hungry.
“Thank god for that,” Nic smiled as he shivered, able to see his breath on the night air. Though he’d been dead asleep minutes before, he was wide awake now, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He laughed aloud, bright and surprised and totally caught off guard. “Um, sure,” he grinned. Why the hell not? He’d just been thinking that he could kiss her for saving him and now she was offering and he was fucking alive, so yes. Yes, making out was just fine with him.
God probably had nothing to do with it, if it even existed, but Lem didn’t bother to say that. Nic was game to make out, so that was what she was focused on now. Lem giggled and got her knees under her to crawl over to him and swing one leg over Nic’s hips to straddle him. If they were going to make out, might as well do it right. She unzipped her big hoodie and pulled it apart to wrap it around Nic’s shoulders as she leaned into him. He was freezing, and that was no good. They couldn’t stay there long, but Lem was too impatient to do all that pesky getting up and walking bullshit. Not yet. “No fence this time,” she murmured, flashing him another little grin before she gave him a soft testing kiss.
Nic didn’t really know what to make of Lem, the girl who saved him from cars and flashed her tits at him on cold nights, but so far he liked her. He liked the way she got right to it, made it perfectly clear where she wanted to be, and gave him no space to sit there and fumble his way through it. He liked the way she seemed concerned about him being cold, which he most definitely was, and doubted they’d be able to do this long unless without him shivering to death. And he liked the way she kissed him, drawing him in, his hands light on her hips as he returned the kiss, a smile growing on his lips. It was all unexpected, but very, very nice.
Lem was used to mostly being with a man who literally needed the direction, so she was in the habit of guiding things how she wanted them. Not to mention, after the Incident had happened to her, she’d found that she needed the control in order to be comfortable. Nic wasn’t threatening at all, she wasn’t afraid of him, but it was much easier for her to relax if she was holding the reins. Lem pressed a few more tiny smooches against Nic’s lips, just enjoying how full and soft they were for a moment before she kissed him more solidly. Her hand found and cupped the back of his neck, fingers delving into the back of his hair a bit.
Nic could honestly say he’d never been with a girl that seemed to know what she wanted the way that Lem did. He’d been with the opposite, the sort that expected him to read their minds, which generally left him frustrated and looking for something better. And he’d been with something in between. Really, being given no direction made him nervous, always unsure if what he was doing was wanted or not, but Lem didn’t leave any room for nerves of that kind. It was hot, whatever it was, and he was pleased to find the kisses turn more solid, then surprised by the way she pulled him in. That was something he’d only experienced with guys, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Not at all. It gave him the confidence to firm up his hold on her hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles on her skin through the material of her pants.
She had found that the only way to get what she wanted in life was to take it. Lem always respected boundaries once they were made clear, but she’d asked if Nic wanted to make out and he’d said yes. Lem could run with that green light. At least until he stopped her for whatever reason. Nic was cute and his body felt good against hers and he was turning out to be a good kisser, and they were both alive and Lem’s blood was singing and everything was getting warmer and more tingly now. She liked how big his hands felt on her hips, so she parted her lips, her tongue brushing teasingly over his bottom lip before she pushed it deeper to get a better taste of him.
It had been far too long since he’d kissed anyone, let alone had them in his lap, and Nic’s body was jumping at the possibility for more. He felt himself begin to go hard as her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he groaned softly, sliding his tongue against hers, wanting a taste of her in return. For as cold as it was outside, he was feeling warmer by the second, his heart racing as it pumped hot blood through his veins. He wanted to touch more of her, to feel her skin under his hands, but it was too cold to be taking anymore clothes off, so instead his hands moved down her thighs, then back up again to her waist. She was such a tiny thing, but felt so perfect up against him, enough so that he could temporarily forget they were sitting on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
Men were so easy to distract. You just had to start kissing them a little and they forgot about everything else. Most men, anyway. Vex wasn’t like that, but he was a Prophet and also old and not bound so much by his animal desires. Lem reveled in hers, now that she knew how to satisfy herself. And she was very much starting to revel in this. That warmer, fuller sensation between her legs got stronger when Nic moaned, and she instinctively rocked her hips a little to rub herself against the bulge growing in his boxer briefs. She hadn’t put anything on under her pj pants, and only having two layers of thin cloth between them felt good. Not as good as pure skin, but still. It was too cold to fuck outside, unfortunately. Lem nibbled at Nic’s lips as she kissed him hungrily, a soft sound escaping her throat as her hand slid higher to flex her fingers in his hair a bit.
Nic’s attempts not to get wound up were quickly wearing down, that roll of her hips making his arousal even more prominent. He rocked back to meet her as best he could in their current position and his hands slipped under the hem of her top, seeing bare skin under his fingertips. He would’ve loved a chance to strip her top off, to warm her nipples with his tongue and tug on the rings with his teeth, but he wasn’t sure if that was on the table. It was way too easy for making out to slide into fucking if he wasn’t careful and, fuck, wouldn’t that be nice? He nipped back at her lips as she tugged on his hair, pulling her closer as he went with the pull. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the cold was starting to get to him, despite the warmth between them, but he continued to ignore it. A little cold wouldn’t hurt him.
Making out did easily turn into sex, and Lem was already imagining that hardness against her crotch pushing inside of her. Did brushes with death make everyone this horny, or was it just her? Nic seemed on board that train too, at least. He didn’t get too gropey too fast, so she didn’t mind it when he slipped his hands under her shirt. Lem still had the control, she could feel it, so she was still okay. She did have to breathe though, because lungs were stupid and needy, and she was pretty sure her feet were freezing off. Nic must’ve been dying. As she pulled back to grab a few deep breaths, Lem butted their foreheads lightly together. “Inside?” she whispered, giving the back of his upper neck another squeeze.
Without Lem’s lips pressed against his own, Nic’s teeth began to chatter. He hadn’t thought he was cold, but apparently his brain and his body had other ideas. “Yeah,” he muttered, his head lolling forward a touch when she squeezed his neck. Nic gave her a squeeze in return, then released her, needing her on her feet before he could follow. “Yours or mine?” he asked, not really caring, but feeling like she might have an opinion on the matter. He was a little bit unclear on what Vex might make of this, even if he assumed it was fine. Zania would be asleep, so she wasn’t likely to even notice. Nic just knew he needed to get inside because now that it had been brought to his attention, he was freezing his ass off.
“Mmmmmm, yours,” Lem decided after a second’s thought. Vex was asleep as far as she knew, so he probably wouldn’t care, as long as they didn’t start fucking on top of him or something ... but Lem tended not to bring lovers into Their Space on purpose. It was like a mixing of things she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Granted, she hardly ever even knew the names of the guys she picked to sleep with on the road, so they probably weren’t trustworthy, but now wasn’t the night to start experimenting. That decided, she hopped up off of Nic so he could stand. Her hoodie slipped off of one shoulder with the movement, and Lem let the rest of it fall off so she could toss it over Nic’s back. The chill was kind of invigorating on her arms and they were going inside anyway, but she had more clothes than him, so it just seemed right to her caretaker instincts.
That her hoodie fit him kind of amazed him. She had to have been swimming in it before. He almost protested and told her to keep it, but his teeth were chattering so hard that he decided to hell with his pride. Nothing killed a boner like being absolutely freezing cold, so he’d keep the hoodie and get them inside as quickly as possible. He gave her a little smile as he led the way up to the house, holding the door open for her so she could step inside. It was immediately warmer within, the dying embers of a fire still smoldering in the living room fireplace. These old houses weren’t as well insulated and they were always lighting fires. “Upstairs,” he muttered quietly, looking back at Lem as he led her through the darkness.
Ordinarily, Lem would’ve been interested to look around Nic’s house, but at the moment all she was concerned with was whether it was warm inside -- it was -- and where the nearest soft surface was. She tossed a cursory glance around as Nic led the way and decided that Zan was probably the lead decorator, since everything she spotted seemed to have that sort of vibe. But Lem wasn’t focused on any of it, just following along behind Nic. She had the impulse to reach out and take his hand, like she might get lost in this place if she didn’t, but she resisted the urge. She would have plenty of room to touch him shortly, hopefully. Unless he was really a serial killer who’d lured her in to murder her, but ... well, karma would come back to bite him in the ass if that was the case, because she’d just saved his life. Assuming his sister was asleep, Lem walked on the balls of her feet, silent as a cat.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Nic reached back to take Lem’s hand and lead her towards his bedroom. It was the only room of the house that didn’t follow the bohemian motif, decorated in varying shades of gray that made the room look like one big shadow. He cast a glance at the bedroom fireplace, muttered something quietly, and the fire slowly came to life, adding an additional layer of warmth to the room that he so desperately needed. Then he turned to face Lem, reaching for her hips. “Better?” he whispered, taking a step closer. They didn’t necessarily have to whisper with his door shut, but it felt right there in the dark.
It was like a whole different world in Nic’s bedroom. Not that that was a bad thing. She looked around the more personal space with keener interest, not quite able to tell if all the colors were just really muted in the dark, or if everything really was gray. Interesting. Lem got a happy little thrill when Nic effortlessly started the fire, feeling it deep in her core due to her current mood. Zan hadn’t been full of shit, they both really were magical. That just made her want him more. Lem looked up at Nic as he moved in closer. He was as tall as Vex was, but Nic was bulkier so that made him seem bigger. Lem planted her hand in the middle of Nic’s chest and started walking him backward toward the bed, holding his gaze with hers.
Nic smiled a little as she began to push him, following her direction and backing towards the bed. She knew what she wanted and he could respect that, found it hot even. He moved until the back of his legs hit the bed, and then he took a seat, looking up at her instead of down. He shrugged her hoodie off, tossing it towards the end of the bed, then reached out to draw his hands up her thighs and hips. She was different, unconventional, like a gothic pixie, and right now he wanted her right back where she’d been outside, straddling his hips, kissing his lips, and moving at high speed towards whatever hedonistic pleasures she wanted.
That was exactly what Lem had wanted him to do, and it sent little sparkles through her all over again that he just did it. Age and looks and body and everything be damned, the most attractive thing to her was a man who took direction, especially the wordless ones. Lem always ended up having to boss Vex around verbally when they fucked, which she didn’t mind, but it was nice not to have to talk too much for a change. She liked the way Nic touched her, too ... appreciative but not aggressive. She smiled down at him, moving in close between his knees. Lem reached up to brush both of her hands through his hair, her fingers trailing further down the back of his neck as she murmured, “Better.” Lem reached down then to grab the hem of her tank top and peeled it up and off of herself, letting it drop to the floor. The heat from the fire felt delicious against her bare skin, but not as good as his skin was going to feel. She crawled onto Nic’s lap then, straddling him again without hesitation as she moved to resume their lip lock.
He hummed softly when she ran her fingers through his hair, appreciating the touch as she continued down his neck. While Nic couldn’t be called timid when it came to sex, he was certainly not aggressive either. He was too aware of the power dynamics, especially between a man and a woman, even more so with one Lem’s size in comparison to him. So while he wanted more, he was fine with her calling the shots. It gave him the chance to enjoy the encounter without worrying whether he was asking for something she might not want. Lem was making it easy for him, stripping off her top and settling back in his lap. With her mouth back on his, Nic’s hands skimmed up her sides, once lightly, then again more solidly, needing to touch her, eager to build up the warmth between them. His thumb traced the curve of her breast before cupping it with one hand and giving it a little squeeze. She was small, but she was perfect, and if he wasn’t so busy tasting her tongue, he’d want to warm her nipples with his mouth and see if the piercings really did make her more sensitive. He’d always heard that was the case.
Making it easy for Nic wasn’t Lem’s top priority, she was more interested in making herself comfortable, but it seemed like it was working out for both of them. It had taken her a while and a lot of bad-weird feelings to find her groove again when it came to sex, but now that she had a handle on her own power, Lem wasn’t going to settle for anything less than what she wanted. And she’d bitten faces and smashed balls to make herself clear to those who tried to override her will. This was much nicer for everyone -- a pretty, respectful man who touched her almost with reverence. She’d saved him, Nic was hers for the moment, and Lem was going to enjoy this. She slipped her arms around his broad shoulders, making room for his hands at her chest, and dragged a deeper breath in through her nose as he squeezed her tit. Her nipple hardened even further against his palm and she hummed her approval into the kiss, pressing her pelvis in closer to his.
Nic pressed back against her, his dick swelling with the pressure, easily getting back to where they’d been outside. His free hand dropped to cup her ass and pull her closer, noticing then that there wasn’t likely anything under her pajama bottoms. It explained why she felt so close, with only two thin layers of material between them, and hopefully less soon. Nic nipped at her lips as he gave her nipple a little pinch, rolling it between his fingers before switching to the other. Now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop touching her and wanted to get his hands on every part of her body. He rolled his hips again, hoping to get her wet enough he could feel her through his shorts.
Having them pierced most definitely made Lem’s nipples more sensitive, and the way Nic handled them made the whole space between her hips tingle. She gasped against his mouth, arching her back a little into the touch as she rocked her hips over him. Lem dragged her short nails across Nic’s shoulders and then down his arm, kissing him deep again, with even more heat this time. His hard on was in the perfect position to dry hump, and she rubbed against it with zero self-consciousness, the heat and hardness and light scrape of cotton against her most sensitive flesh felt good. And that was the whole point, right? She slipped one hand back up to grip the back of Nic’s neck, the other brushing down over his chest just to feel more of him.
He really loved the way she reacted, the way she gasped and scratched and rubbed against him. It made him want to give her more, to get to that point where they were tearing off each other’s clothing and riding the high till the end. He kissed her back, hard and deep, then began to trail his kisses down her jaw and to her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin on his tongue. She tasted like the night, crisp and clean with a hint of grass and an overwhelming sensuality that he was happy to let take him. His mouth moved lower, his free hand in the center of her back as he took one nipple into his mouth, rolling the piercing over with his tongue. Nic looked up at her as he teased her, enjoying the view, wanting to take in her reactions as they fueled his own desire.
This was one of the best times to be small, with someone she trusted enough to support her weight. Lem leaned back a bit against Nic’s hand to make herself easier to reach, her lithe body taut and strong, both hands sliding back up into Nic’s hair. She looked down at where his mouth was going, her head tilted and her breathing getting heavier. Lem didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but goddamn, the tips of them did so much for her. She moaned outright as Nic’s tongue slid against soft flesh and hard metal, her fingers clenching in his hair as she let her head fall back and her eyes roll closed. Lem’s hips kept working, grinding on him with even more pressure now, wetness starting to seep through her thin pj pants. She hadn’t quite planned on fucking him so immediately, but there was no part of Lem that wanted to stop now.
Nic didn’t care what they did, so long as they didn’t stop. It all felt too good-- the human contact, the warmth, the desire and the pleasure. All things he didn’t give in to as often as he would like. It made his heart pound and made him feel alive, especially following a near death experience. He could feel her now between her legs, warm and wet as she pressed against his dick. He thought he could probably get her off like this, if not himself, but while he was a generous lover, he wasn’t completely unselfish. He wanted inside her too badly not to at least try. His teeth scraped over her nipple, giving one of the rings a little tug. “Wanna fuck?” he asked, voice deep and eyes dark with want.
Lem gave a sharp groan and her head fell back when he put teeth on her, and if she hadn’t already wanted to say yes, that would have convinced her. The low growl of his voice seemed to go straight to her clit, and Lem lifted her face to look down at him again, feeling almost drunk on lust and pleasure already. Yes, she wanted to fuck. She wanted to give him the ride of his life. “Uh huh,” she answered, sitting up straighter. Lem pushed at Nic’s chest as she squirmed off of his lap to stand again for a moment, pushing her pj pants down her hips. They were loose and easy to get out of, and she gave Nic a wicked little smile, all the way naked now. The heat from the fire felt good, and with no other lights in the room, she felt sexy and gorgeous and magical. “Off,” Lem demanded, pointing at Nic’s boxer briefs. She wanted to see him too.
Nic leaned back onto his elbows at the light push, watching her as she dropped her pajamas to the floor. She looked beautiful there, standing in the fire light, and dangerous, though he couldn’t say why. All he knew was that it thrilled him, made his cock thicken further, the tip already leaving a wet spot on his boxer briefs. He grinned at her request, then slid them off with an easy lift of his hips before tossing them to the floor. He scooted back on the bed and let his eyes drag slowly up her body, taking in every inch of her from the tattoo between her breasts to what looked like another piercing between her legs. If he hadn’t wanted in her so bad, he’d love a go at that with his tongue. Maybe some other time, if he was lucky. His hand dropped between his legs and he gave himself a stroke as he watched her. “Better?” he asked with a little smirk.
Lem had often lamented to herself that she wasn’t as sexually into girls as she was guys. If she could’ve done away with her desire for men altogether, she would have done it in a heartbeat. But looking at Nic’s long form, all stretched out on his bed, flushed and hard for her, she didn’t think she would ever get rid of that particular hunger. He looked delicious. Lem looked back at him, lingering standing up for a moment as she slid one hand down her lower belly to fiddle with her clit piercing, much like he was doing. “Much better,” Lem murmured as she sauntered forward. She climbed up onto the bed again and crawled up Nic’s body. Lem straddled his hips and settled her weight against his cock, rubbing her slick heat against him, hands roaming over his chest and stomach. “How bad do you want to fuck me?” she whispered, her gaze heated as she stared down at him and kept rolling her hips.
Nic groaned as she began to touch herself and gave his dick a squeeze. He really didn’t need any extra stimulation, she already had him at full mast, but it felt good and Nic was currently of the opinion that if it felt good, then why the fuck not? When she climbed back on him, he grinned, his hands running up her thighs as his hips rocked up. There was so much bare skin to take advantage of now. Nic looked up at her, each roll of her hips causing his hands to clench on her hips. “So fucking bad,” he muttered, leaning in to nip at her lips. “Whatever you want. Just wanna be inside you. Wanna make you come on my cock.”
That was the correct answer if there ever was one, and Lem gave a moan against his mouth. She loved the desperation she felt in his grip at her hips, the strain in his voice. And those eager-to-please things he said ... fuck. There was nothing sexier than a man concerned with her pleasure first. Slipping her arm around Nic’s shoulders again, Lem tilted her hips the right way, catching the head of Nic’s cock against her opening. She slid her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back enough to meet his eyes as she slowly sank down onto him. She exhaled unsteadily, close to his mouth, then licked his bottom lip. That stretch was exquisite ... she wouldn’t be surprised if this turned into a multi-orgasm night.
He gasped as she slid onto him, his hips lifting to press back against her as he filled her out. She was so fucking tight and wet that it left Nic wondering if this was the dream. He couldn’t remember the last time reality had felt so good. His chin tilted up, head back as she gripped his hair, and pulled against it to meet her lips. The kiss was hard and deep, more tongue and teeth than he’d usually start with, but it felt like they’d been building to this all night, even when it hadn’t been that long since they were out on the road. “So good,” he muttered, and dropped one hand off her hip to between her legs, thumbing the piercing there, eager for another moan and the chance to feel her clench around him.
It was all happening fast but not, at the same time. Lem never really made plans about anything in her life, but she’d known she would fuck Nic Castell pretty soon into their talk over the fence the other night. It had just been a matter of time. And then she’d had the chance to snatch him from the jaws of death, and now here they were. After almost dying, why not do the thing that made you feel most alive? She let Nic kiss her, humming into it as she licked and nipped him back. The sharp little bites balanced out the intense pleasure between her legs. At least until Nic rubbed her like that. The noise Lem made was a little more high pitched and whiny, and she did indeed clench around him. She rocked her hips slightly, relishing that feeling of fullness and pushing against his thumb at the same time. ‘Good’ didn’t even begin to cover it. “Fuck,” she whispered, just because she had to. Lem let go of his hair to dig her nails into the backs of his shoulders again, holding him close as she ground down around him in tight little circles.
Fuck, Nic thought as she tightened around him, and ground back hard, pushing into her as much as he could manage from the below her. While he could always grab her hips and take control, something told him that Lem liked being where she was for just that reason and he wasn’t going to take it from her. Instead he let her drive, matching the pace she set as he continued to rub at her clit. When her nails dug into his shoulders again, he hissed quietly, this time catching the place where his bare skin had made contact with the road. The pain was a nice offset to the pleasure, keeping him from moving too fast. Without it, Nic wasn’t sure how long he’d last.
Lem immediately let up the pressure from her fingers, but she didn’t feel bad that she’d obviously hurt him. Instead it made her pussy throb. Pain so often came into play between herself and Vex, it had become a pretty big turn on to her. But this wasn’t Vex, it was Nic, and she had to play nice until she knew he liked more un-nice things. She didn’t want to hurt him if he didn’t like it. This felt too damn good not to get to do it again sometime. Lem slid her hands back around to Nic’s chest and pushed at him, pulling away from the kiss. She could get better leverage if he was laying down, and she wanted to start really riding him. Once she could, she leaned forward further, nudging Nic’s hand out of the way and then planting her hands against his chest. She started really moving her hips, getting longer, deeper strokes. Lem’s breath caught as pleasure licked up her spine and she bit into her bottom lip to muffle a louder groan.
Nic couldn’t say if he liked the pain or not. It was different than he was used to, the sharp edges cutting into the pleasure and evening it out. Everything felt more intense, then she eased up and he automatically relaxed, an instinctual reaction. He frowned a little when she pushed at him, momentarily confused, but then followed her lead, first leaning back on his elbows, then laying back completely when he figured out what she was aiming for. “Fucking hell,” he moaned softly as she began to move, his hands lightly stroking her sides before his touch became more solid, grabbing at her ass and squeezing. He let her set the rhythm, knowing that was what would get her there and his interferance would probably just frustrate her, but he couldn’t not touch her. Not when every nerve in his body was lighting up, burning from the inside out, pleasure so intense it made his toes curl.
Lem was all for being touched. And grabbed, and squeezed, and maybe even smacked in certain places. It was all so grounding, reminding her to stay in her body instead of flying off into space somewhere. It felt like she might, sometimes, when she was in the middle of fucking and everything felt so good. Like now. Nic’s cock filled her perfectly, stroking hard against all the right places, and with the way she was working her hips, she could rub her clit against his pelvic bone and everything was ecstasy for several breathless moments. Lem could’ve drawn it out, she supposed, but she wanted to come so badly now, why stall on the first one? The soft whine-cries that had started escaping her with every deep thrust got harsher and louder and her hips sped up until she peaked, and everything got too shaky to control well. Lem’s head bowed and her nails dug into Nic’s chest as her small body shuddered violently with pleasure, throbbing hard around his cock as she ground down against him. She let out a strained sound that was part growl, riding the intense waves as long as she could.
Nic could tell she was getting ahead of him, but he just didn’t care. She felt incredible grinding down against him, her body pulsing around him, and he didn’t believe she was just going to hop off when she was done. He wouldn’t be far behind, of that he was certain, even if he needed just a little more friction to get there himself. He didn’t complain about her nails this time, enjoying the pain more where he wasn’t already injured, and slid his hands back to her hips so he could hold on tight, needing to fuck up into her. Nic made a groan as he grew closer, his balls drawing up, waiting for that last little push to send him falling over the edge. Any second now and he’d be crying out, no longer caring about keeping quiet. He’d long passed the point of restraining himself.
The way he kept moving with her was just fucking delicious, and it made Lem shiver even more as the last of her orgasm wrung itself out. She realized through her pleasure haze that Nic sounded close, his body felt tense and drawn tight, and they were fucking bare and she had no idea where she was in her cycle. She tracked it with an app on her phone, but she hadn’t checked it in a few days, so this was the kind of dangerous she wasn’t fond of. “Hang on, hang on,” she told Nic breathlessly, patting his chest. “Don’t come yet.” Lem nudged his hands to get him to let go, then climbed off of him. She wasn’t going to leave him hanging though -- she settled on her knees next to his hip and leaned forward to wrap her hand and her mouth around his cock. The strong taste of herself didn’t bother her in the least as she started to bob her head and stroke her fist over him.
Nic wasn’t sure what was happening until she was climbing off him and he whined in frustration, pounding the bed beside him with his fist. “Nooo,” he cried, his hips lifting to thrust into the air. He could already feel his climax receding and he thought he might lose it when suddenly her mouth was on him, hand pushing down the foreskin as she sucked on the head. Nic shuddered, his back arching before he relaxed, his hands moving down into her hair. “Fuck,” he panted, licking his lips as he felt himself ramp back up again. This was far more intense than he’d expected it to be and while he preferred the feeling of being inside her, her mouth was incredible too and he had no doubts that she would get him there soon, so long as she didn’t fucking stop.
Lem was feeling good enough that the whine was more amusing than anything, but she was right there to pick back up with the parts of her body that couldn’t get pregnant. They could talk about it later, for now she just wanted to make Nic come as hard as he’d done for her. His cock was still slick with her juices, so her hand slid easily over the hard flesh while she stroked against his head with her tongue. Lem didn’t try to drag it out, aware that Nic had been close when she’d pulled off of him, her movements quick and her sucking firm. Stopping was definitely not going to happen.
Nic could tell she was working him hard and fast with the intent to get him there, something he appreciated at the moment. There were times that he’d enjoy letting her take her time, but all he wanted at the moment was to get back to where he’d been. At the rate she was working him, it wouldn’t be long at all. Nic’s hips lifted, rocking shallowly into her hand and mouth, his breathing coming faster with every second. Then he was there, right on the cusp again, biting his lip as he moaned, half expecting her to pull off. Nic came hard, his hips hips jerking as he gasped, a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. That, there, was fucking awesome, and he rode it out as long as he could. Eventually he stilled, his body limp as he worked to catch his breath, fingers lightly stroking the top of her head.
She felt it coming, so Lem wasn’t surprised when hot liquid hit the back of her throat. She didn’t swallow for everybody, but she liked Nic well enough, and he didn’t taste bad. Lem’s hand and mouth slowed down after the initial peak to ease Nic through the rest of it, her tongue flicking at his foreskin with relish. She loved to feel a guy twitch and squirm and moan under her, and Nic didn’t disappoint. Once it all seemed to be over, Lem pulled back and let his cock go, swiping her hand against the sheet under her as she looked at his face in the warm firelight. Lem armed off her mouth and then moved to flop next to Nic, rolling onto her back to gaze up at his ceiling. She crossed her ankles and tucked one hand under her head, not feeling any need to talk or anything. They could chill now.
He hadn’t expected her to swallow, and he definitely didn’t expect her to stay on him, but that she did made it so much better. It was what he usually missed with a blowjob versus being inside someone. Most people seemed to stop as soon as he came. Lem… Lem was a doll. He’d known he liked her the first time he met her, even before she’d flashed him, but now she had him. Looking over at her, he gave her a little smile, then looked up at the ceiling as he continued to catch his breath. After a moment, he raised a finger, like he was going to poke at something, and instead a bubble appeared in the air, seeming to inflate from his fingertip. Poking at it, it bounced and floated her direction.
Lem might have complicated feelings about sex, but she still knew how to do it pretty well, and stopping stimulation at the point of orgasm was just crappy. Unless you were trying to ruin it to turn a dude into a squirming and desperate mess, but that hadn’t been her goal this time. She’d wanted to make Nic feel amazing and it seemed to have worked. She looked over at his finger and then gave a delighted giggle as a bubble grew out of it. It was magic, and she remembered that she’d saved it from being smeared all over the road outside. Lem watched the bubble with a dimpled grin, reaching her own finger up to touch it very gently.
When making bubbles out of nothing, they could have whatever properties Nic wanted them to have. If he was making hundreds of them, he’d have gone with normal soap bubbles that popped when touched, but with just one it was far more fun to let it bounce, defying gravity as it floated higher into the air when Lem touched it. Nic grinned, lazily enjoying the moment and feeling too good to move.
When it didn’t pop, Lem made another pleased high-pitched noise and gave a happy squirm. She pulled her knees up and leaned her legs against Nic’s hip. She watched the bubble float through the air, giving it another tiny nudge once it floated down close enough again. It was beautiful, catching the firelight. This whole moment was beautiful and comfortable and Lem decided she liked it. Sometimes the after-sex part wasn’t so good, annoying and frustrating, but this was pretty perfect. “I’m glad you didn’t die,” she whispered to Nic, because that wasn’t always the case for her. He should know.
Nic decided he liked this, the way she laughed and poked at the bubble, plus the comfortable no-stress intimacy. It was so easy for things to get awkward at this point and he was glad it hadn’t gone there. He laughed softly at her response, folding his hands on his stomach and crossing his ankles. “Yeah, me too. Would’ve been a bummer,” he grinned. “Thanks for saving me.” He didn’t really like the idea of fate, because that made him feel like his life was planned out for him, that he couldn’t make his own choices, but her being there tonight? It was more than chance. Or luck. If that was fate, then he’d take it.
Lem kept playing with the bubble, keeping it in the air for them. She wanted to take it home with her, keep it somewhere safe. She wondered how long it could last, or if it would disappear if she got it far enough away from Nic. A softer smile crossed her face and she glanced over at him, then gave a soft hum. “I knew I was awake for a reason,” she murmured. Usually it was Vex needing something that got her up, whether he knew it or not, but this time it had been Nic. “What was your dream about?” It finally occurred to her to ask, now that they’d gotten their carnal needs taken care of. Priorities.
With all that had happened since he woke, Nic had almost forgotten about the dream. Now it came back to him, clear as day, like it hadn’t even been a dream at all. “I was outside, in the dark, and something was coming for me,” he started, closing his eyes. He could see it all again, but now it was just a memory. “I could feel it, even though I couldn’t see it. I ran. I ran until I got to a clearing and the others were there, just like before. I tried to shout, but my voice was gone. And then there was this scream,” he said, shivering as it came back to him, the noise ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes again. “I woke up and there was this blinding light and then you were pushing me out of the way of the car.”
As Nic talked, Lem let her eyes almost close and her vision blur, flexing that strange muscle in her brain that opened her up more. Lem know that wasn’t literally what was happening, but that was what it felt like, so it was close enough. Like she pushed something open, and things came through. Things that Nic was so clearly experiencing again in his own mind. She could feel a dim echo of Nic’s fear from the dream, could kind of see the fuzzy faces of the ‘others.’ She heard the scream more clearly, because it had spiked his emotions even more. Lem sat up a bit, rolling onto her side to prop her head up on her hand as she studied his face, the bubble forgotten for now. “You’ve had it before? Just like that? How many times?”
“This is just the second time,” Nic said, shifting onto his side to face her. “But both times it was the exact same people, and… the one I recognized, I talked to him at the festival last weekend. He’s having the same dream.” It wasn’t something he’d spoken about with anyone, not even Zania, in part because he didn’t understand it. He felt like he needed to figure it out first, or at least get a start on it, or she’d start spinning her wheels on something she couldn’t do anything about. If there was something to do, Nic would’ve done it. “Before that, there was this weird thing with mirrors. Neil said the same thing was happening to him, so… I dunno. I’m supposed to try and track down one of the other guys, but I haven’t done it yet.”
Lem looked thoughtful, her brows drawn together, like she could figure it out for him right then and there. It sounded vaguely like something Vex would dream about, but his visions were more clear, more detailed, richer and more elaborate. He was more open than almost anybody, brain-wise. But Nic was open to, and something was obviously trying to speak to him. Them. Since there were other real people. “Something is trying to tell you something,” she mused, though she was sure he’d thought that already. “Or hurt you. If the dream walked you right out into the road. Or it’s pushing you all to find each other for some reason ... how many others did you say?” Lem was willing to bet it was an even number, because these things seemed so connected to balance.
Nic thought the dream was definitely trying to tell him something. He’d figured that much when it was just the mirrors. But what? He’d done some research, but couldn’t find anything like what he was experiencing. And the additional people just made it even more confusing. “Three others,” he told her. “Four total. And I don’t think any of them are witches. Neil’s definitely not. So… I dunno. I’ve never even met the other two, so I’m having a hard time seeing the connection.” Maybe he was too close to it. He’d have to tell Zania in the morning. If he was going to start sleepwalking, she needed to know. “It feels like a warning, like we should be preparing for something, but without knowing what it is, it’s hard to do that.”
Four. She’d been right. Evens were always better, stronger, and if Nic and the rest of them ended up needing help, she and Vex could make it six. But then there was Zan too ... hrm. Lem brushed those thoughts aside, because who knew if they would even need help. Or could accept it. Dreams were so personal, maybe it was just for them. “Maybe you’ll figure it out when you’re all together,” she said with a nod, because that made sense to her. “If me and Vex can help at all though ... you know where we live.” Lem gave him a half-grin, reaching up with her free hand to trace the line of Nic’s jaw. “Or maybe there’s no connection, no rhyme or reason why it chose you four ... it just did. The universe is chaos.”
The offer brought a smile to his face, even if he had no idea what she could do to help with a monster in his dreams. But then, if it was a warning of something to come in the waking world, he could use them. They were fighters. She might be tiny, but so was his sister, so he’d learned not to underestimate people based on their size. “I’ll let you know,” he said. “I feel like getting together is the next step. Like it will trigger something.” His eyes shut for a moment as she touched him, turning his head into it. “Normally I enjoy a little chaos, but this has been stressful.”
Lem didn’t know what she could do to help either, but she also hadn’t expected to be right there to pull Nic out of the way of a car, so who knew? Being in the right place at the right time was kind of her thing. She smiled softly at the way he closed his eyes, like he hadn’t been petted in a long time. Lem scooted her body in closer until she was pressed up against Nic and started kissing softly at his neck and chin. “You just need better chaos,” she murmured. “I’ll be good chaos for you. Balance.” She didn’t know yet what she wanted out of this, but she did know she’d enjoyed it and she wanted to do it again.
It had been a long time since someone had touched him like that. Too long, honestly, so he happily draped an arm around Lem’s waist as she snuggled closer. “How could I say no to that?” he said softly, baring his neck to her, a silent sign of trust. “I can be… whatever you need.” His hand moved down, over the curve of her ass, and gave it a soft squeeze. This really was the good kind of chaos, a distraction from the danger he’d just tasted and a jolt to his senses that made him feel alive again. He didn’t know exactly what Lem was offering, but that was part of the fun of it. She brought the unexpected into his life. It would be exciting to see what came next.
Lem just hummed to that, nuzzling and giving Nic’s neck soft little nibbles. She had some crazy needs that seemed to change with the tides, so she wasn’t sure he knew what he was signing up for with that. But Lem wasn’t going to hold it against him. He was warm and pretty and smelled good, and his dick had felt fantastic. Plus he was magical and that was neat. That was all she needed for now. Lem tucked her face into the warm cave where his neck met his shoulder and just laid there for a while, feeling the both of them breathe. It was nice, but eventually the awareness that she couldn’t stay much longer started to creep in. She stirred and pulled back, giving his jaw another soft bite. “I should go,” she whispered. “Vex’ll get upset if he wakes up and I’m not there. He worries.”
It would’ve been so, so easy for Nic to fall asleep then, with her cuddled up against him and the fire warming the room. He found himself lightly stroking her back, the only sign that he was still awake as they laid there together. As nice as it might have been for her to stay the night, he wasn’t all that surprised that she had to go. “‘kay,” he whispered back, looking up at her with heavy eyes and a little smile. He pushed up onto his elbows, looking around for his underwear, wherever they got dropped to. “Walk you back?” He asked, even if he knew she could make it from his door to hers.
Nic looked so sleepy and cute, Lem didn’t want to make him get up. He’d just had a traumatic thing happen, and then some great sex, which was always tiring, and he’d been asleep in the first place. She smiled sweetly at him and brushed a hand through his hair before she kissed his forehead. “Stay put, sleep,” she said. “I’m fine.” Lem crawled over him to get her feet back on the floor, bending to snag up her clothes and pull them back on. It always sucked to have to get dressed again, but it was cold out. She could strip again once she was home and in her own bed. She slipped back into her oversized hoodie as well and gave Nic another smile. “Don’t go wandering this time, I’m actually going to bed.”
Nic’s head flopped back down onto the pillow, too tired to insist this time. He smiled when she kissed him, then rolled onto his side to watch her dress, already missing her presence in the bed. “I’ll lock the door behind you,” he told her with a sleepy smile. He wasn’t sure if that would stop him, if it was something magical forcing him to sleep walk, but he’d figure out a way to keep himself out of the road. Maybe not tonight, the lock on the door would have to do, but for tomorrow night. “Sleep well, Lem,” he said, reaching for the covers. “Be safe.”
For a second Lem wasn’t sure how he was going to lock the door when he was all snuggled down, but then she remembered he could probably just do that. It was so cool. Once she was as clothed as she had been when they started, she padded back over to lean down and kiss Nic’s head again. “You too,” she murmured, brushing fingers through his hair once more. “Sweet dreams.” She let out a little titter, then turned to go to his bedroom door. With only once glance back, she slipped out and shut it softly behind her. Lem walked on her toes down the hall and down the stairs and out the front door, quiet as could be until she was out on the porch. Then she was all happy giggles as she dashed across the moonlit yard back to her own house to reverse the process and sneak silently back in.