Enoch Crosslin (crossedwire) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-08-08 10:32:00 |
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Natural Unnatural
Who: Helena and Cross
Where: Their lean-to
When: Morning time
What: Waking up in the grips of pollen
Rating: NC17
Helena, being a creature from one of the four season areas of the United States, had a hard time with the thick heat that had blanketed the island. She'd had no idea how much worse it would be once she and her bunkmate had settled into their lean-to. With the mudded walls there was absolutely no air flow and her massive man threw off heat like the sun, it seemed. She tossed and turned, dozed fitfully and gradually over the night shed all of her meager clothes. Naked, she relished every puff of a breeze she felt because they were so rare.
Near dawn she finally plummeted into a deep, exhausted sleep only to find herself in strangely unnerving dreams. They started out really odd, something about drowning in oxygen like a fish would. Then it was nothing but darkness and heat and the strangest shivery, soft fluttery sensations all over her skin. She thought she heard some rolling thunder far away across the plains and marveled at the fact that she could almost make out words in those dark tones. All of her unease from her earlier dream about smothering trickled away as her sleeping mind rose up toward consciousness again.
Cross had only been wearing his briefs when he'd gone to sleep, and he still had them on-- but they were soaking wet from sweat. The heat was like thick molasses, and he'd twisted and turned all night long with no escape from it. It was rare for him to be able to sleep when the humidity was this thick, this heavy, but somehow he'd spent the night in a sluggish sleep regardless. As light began to dawn in the sky outside, he began to dream that he was inside Helena, inside her slick heat sliding and thrusting, her slim legs wrapped tightly around him; as he lay on his stomach, his hips began to rock very slightly as his eyes rolled beneath closed eyelids. It was without a doubt the best sex he'd ever had.
Finally, he rose toward consciousness, aware somewhere in the depths of his mind that there was something wrong, something that didn't quite fit with his dream scenario. As his eyes squinted open, he realized that he'd been dreaming, and also that he was drowning in sweat. Pushing up on his elbows, he winced as his movements pressed the nearly painful erection he had into the cloth below him. Even when he'd been a hormone-laden teenage boy, he could not remember ever waking up feeling quite like this. He was almost tempted to take himself in hand to relieve the fierce need... but then he turned his head and noticed that Helena had taken off every stitch of clothing during the night.
Without thinking, without hesitating for a second, Cross leaned over her, his sweat-damp hair dripping onto her neck as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it, rasping his tongue over it.
Almost unwillingly, Helena rose into wakefulness. She might have stayed under if not for the fire spreading out from her chest. She'd felt a few drops of rain fall on her neck and opened her eyes. He was indistinct above her but unmistakable due to his size. Then his tongue made another pass over her nipple, hard as a piece of candy between his lips, and she arched up off of the damp bed with a faint gasp. Why did her skin all over feel so strange? She imagined it like ripples running over her skin. Like her whole body was a pool and every time he touched her it was like rings rolling outward. It was hot as hell in their hut, more like a sweat lodge but she couldn't help but shudder as her nipple pulled even tighter in his mouth. Her fingers lifted to find the back of his neck and from there, threaded into his short hair. He didn't have much, just enough for her to hold on to.
It was almost like being asleep still, except that Cross knew perfectly well that he wasn't. Helena wasn't, either; he'd glanced upward and seen the glint of her dark eyes, then felt her fingers twine into his hair. His breath was labored as he suckled at her nipple and then switched to the other one, pressing himself as close to her as he could get and not worrying about how sweaty and overheated his body was. The possibility of being overheard wasn't troubling him at the moment, either, and usually that was the first thing of which he was cognizant when they were in their lean-to. All he could seem to think about was the intense need that devoured him, making rationality impossible. Finally he released her nipple and shifted upward to find her mouth, his tongue plundering it in a hard, hungry kiss.
Instantly she was fully awake as he switched to the other nipple. She squirmed beneath him, struggling to keep her gasps and moans behind her teeth. Her fingers clenched harder in his hair as he lunged into the take-no-prisoners kiss. All Helena could do was try to dual him back as his tongue swept into her mouth. Unlike that time in the lake, he was all strength and force this time. Though he wasn't crushing her, she could feel the strain in the muscles of his neck and shoulders. He wanted to fall on her and have her however he could, she was sure of that. It was that knowledge that had her trying to take matters into her own hands. He was holding himself off of her just enough that she could fit one hand down between them. She curled her fingers around the iron erection inside his shorts, eyes wide at how big he felt in her hand. Was it her imagination or was he even larger than he'd been before?
Cross was having more difficulty than he'd ever imagined having restraining himself. He usually preferred to be cautious, as he was in most everything, to make sure that he and his lover were in sync, but for some reason he was struggling. Maybe it was the heat, the rivulets of sweat that were pouring down both their bodies. A gutteral sound escaped him when Helena's fingers curled around him, one he couldn't have held back if he'd tried to, and the fingers of one hand found the warm, liquid center of her. It made him think of the fragmented dream he'd been having about her just before he'd fully awakened. A touch, another heated kiss and he was pushing his sodden briefs down over his hips, impatiently shoving at them until he was able to kick them off. "Want you," he murmured to Helena, pushing himself back into her encircling fingers.
Helena was far less daunted by this whole thing than she normally might have been. "Mmmhmm," she said in the unbearably close darkness of their hut. "I can tell." She was already panting as his thick, blunt fingers pushed into her depths. She arched her hips up off of their bed and squirmed in a slow and inviting roll. Her body was reacting fast and she could feel his fingers slipping easily into her. "How?" she asked. How were they going to do this without the necessary foreplay which didn't seem to be all that crucial this time. How odd, that they both woke up this needy when it had been days since they'd expressed their physical attraction for each other fully. She used her free hand to twist her thick fall of hair up off her neck, spreading it out over her pillow.
Her question confused him as he slid his fingers into her slick heat again. "How?" he repeated, trying to figure out what specifically she was asking. She felt ready to him, and he sure as hell was. He tried to control his breathing as he traced around her clit with calloused fingers, the touch not rough as she might've expected by this point but light and almost teasing. It was sweet torture to wait when he wanted to be inside her right then more than he'd ever wanted anything, but wait he did. He watched her eyes, the flicker of her expression, listened to each breath she took, not wanting to miss how his persistent, slow caresses affected her.
Helena seemed just as confused by her question as he was. It might have been the fog in her mind or it might have been the way he was touching her, but her train of thought had definitely jumped the tracks. She sucked in a sharp breath as he played her flesh like an instrument. Her whole body thrummed. A light kindled in her eyes as she remembered what she was getting at. "There!" she pointed with a hoarse whisper to one of the lidded jars Ryan had given her. Inside were stalks of uncrushed neoheather. Half rolling onto her side she strained to reach the jar and somehow managed to brush the tight fitting lid aside. She thrust her hand inside even as his touches made her shudder and pulled out one of the stalks. She crushed it in her hand, smelling the very delicate scent of the plant so much more keenly than she normally did. "Here," she said with relief as she threw aside to crushed stalk and reached for his erection once more with a little pool of slick neoheather oil in her palm. From root to tip she stroked the oil onto him and now it was her turn to watch his face.
Cross' eyes fell mostly closed as she stroked him with the fragrant oil. It was slick but not greasy; he didn't think he'd ever felt a lube that compared to it. He slid his fingers over hers once and then began to touch her with more finesse, two fingers pressing deep inside her, searching for a certain spot he knew was there. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't think he could breathe and kiss at the same time. Between the soft gasps and moans and hitched breaths they were both uttering, he heard someone walk past their lean-to, but he didn't care. It would have taken a much stronger man than he to stop right then. Finally he shifted himself between her legs, using one hand to align himself as he penetrated her warm, tight heat, moving much more slowly than he wanted to.
Helena couldn't help the loud moan of pleasure as he sunk into her with more ease than the last time. Certainly more than she'd expected. Her slim legs were wrapped around him in a flash, tightening around his hips with a near desperate need to have him even closer and even deeper. She was completely oblivious of the nearby tribespeople and her level of volume. Panting, grunting, she urged him on. Frustratingly, all of her ability to ask or tell him what she wanted had fled and all she could do was buck insistently beneath him. It was dark in their lean-to, the early morning light barely penetrating but she could make him out clearly, her pupils widened enormously to suck in all available light.
It didn't seem to matter that Helena wasn't speaking. Cross' favorite methods of communication had always been nonverbal, anyway, and the way she squeezed around him and bucked her hips upward told him everything he needed to know. He was taciturn, mostly silent even during sex usually, but this time he couldn't seem to keep himself quiet. Soft noises growing louder tore from his throat as he rocked into her, at first propping up on his elbows and then pressing the palms of his hands against the sweat-damp, mussed blankets that comprised their bed as he pushed himself up for greater leverage. Her legs clenched him more tightly and he thrust harder, his chin tipping up as he stared unseeingly at the mudded ceiling, his eyes glazed. He was lost in sensation; all there was right then was the slick, tight joining of their parts, the heated repetitive motion that sent waves of pleasure spiraling through him.
It was so hot and they were both losing so much moisture that the enclosed space seemed to steam up, only adding to their damp coupling. Sweat trickled out of Cross's close cropped hair and rained down onto her as they bucked and writhed. She didn't experience just one powerful climax but three in quick succession. Each explosion was more powerful than the last, knocking out her ability to vocalize or sync or even see in the end. The dim light dimmed even further in pulses that matched her heartbeat or perhaps the throb of Cross's rapid heart pulsing between her legs. Her legs loosened up around his middle and fell down, her calves hooked over his. She felt molten, not just where they were connected but all through her. Was she melting away?
He'd been almost there already, and when he felt Helena's body begin to tighten around him, his head snapped down, eyes tightly shut, shudders running through him. Pinning her with one final thrust, he spurted inside her, a sightless, visceral experience, intense pleasure mixing with heat and the smell of sweat and the lower, musky aroma of semen. He panted as he slowly lowered himself down onto his elbows, still inside her, feeling the soft slide of her legs from around his waist, the brush of her calves hooking around his. His breath slowed, and sweat pooled around both of them, their skin slick with it. He should move off of her, but he couldn't seem to summon up enough energy.
She was ok with him not moving. He gave her enough room to straighten and that's what she did. Relaxing back into the rumpled blankets and trying to catch her breath, she was torn between three thoughts that chased each other through her mind. The first was that her water bottle was half full and only a few inches from her hand. The second was that she wanted to take Cross's hand and run for the water. The third was that she wanted to squirm until he got hard again, like he might have when he was a teenager, and do that a second time. Never in her life had she experienced a multiple orgasm before. Certainly not of that magnitude. Helena wrapped both of her arms around his body. Sweat mingled with the oil made for slick caresses and she didn't mind holding him. Helena was quite the cuddler.
What was that? Cross had to wonder. He felt better, certainly, but not what he'd describe as sated. His skin still tingled beneath its layer of sweat, and he hitched out a sigh as her hands rubbed at it. Deep, inhaled breaths of air seemed to cool him down slightly-- at least, as much as it was possible for him to cool down while in their lean-to. More and more light dawned through the small opening they had to the outside, and once he managed to get his eyes open, he was able to see her face clearly. A half-smile quirked his lips upward, and he brushed a kiss over her lips before shifting himself off of her to land on his side, staying close.
Helena sighed as he rolled over, partly in loss and partly in relief. The throbbing in the very middle of her seemed to die down just a little now that they were parted but she didn't know if she'd be able to ignore it for too much longer. With a sigh, she pushed herself up to sit and swept all of her soaked hair off of her neck. She found that rational thought seemed to be returning and so she voiced a thought. "I'm half sorry that we aren't still alone here," she said as she coiled her hair into a knot high on the back of her head. "I'd just stroll out as I am and go for a swim." The idea of putting on clothing seemed almost painful. With a couple of eleboar quills stuck through her hair she fanned herself with her now-free hand as she reached for the water bottle, leaning over his body to grasp it.
"Can't put on clothes," Cross said, his tone languid, as if he were barely forcing out words. "Too hot." He thought they might need to hang out their bedding considering that it was drenched with both sweat and a drizzling of neoheather oil, but he couldn't have stirred himself to do it right then. He used the flat of one hand to wipe sweat off of his brow and exhaled a sigh, but he was distracted when Helena leaned over him. He pressed one hand briefly to her back so he could nuzzle between her breasts, his tongue trailing out to lick his way up to her neck, where he planted a kiss.
Her breath whooshed out of her when his tongue and lips played over her skin. She was salty from so much sweat but he didn't seem to mind the taste of her. "Mmm," she said with a smile on her face, tilting her head a little to offer up more skin to taste. With all of her hair pulled back and away, she was all almond eyes, full smiling lips and tanned skin. Indulging her own playful mood, she climbed up over him completely, swinging her knee over his hips to be planted on the other side. Once there, she snuggled down onto his chest, wiggling just enough to be enticing. "Want some water?" she asked, her voice feeling rough on the way out.
Cross' eyes were fixed to her as she swung herself over him and settled down in the perfect spot to tease him. "Water?" he murmured as if maybe he'd forgotten what the word meant. His brow furrowed, and then he had it. "Yeah. Please," he added belatedly. He was thirsty, but he was also very distracted. He almost thought it would be fine with him if he drank the water or had it poured over his head; he wasn't sure if it would matter which. His hands slid to her thighs, his gaze following them and then making its slow way up her body.
Helena unscrewed the cap on their bottle and sat up properly to drink. She gulped down a healthy quarter of the bottle, one little trickle getting away from her. The water traced down her jaw to her throat, down over her clavicle and breast bone to leave one precarious drop clinging to one nipple before she lowered the bottle with a thirsty sigh of relief. She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and the drop shook loose to land on his ribs and quiver there with each of his breaths. With a smile, she handed him the bottle.
Cross drank off most of what was left, then tilted his face up and released the last couple of mouthfuls from the bottle onto his head. Once he'd done that, he cast the empty bottle aside and blinked away cool droplets of water. The feel of her sitting on him, just above where she'd want him most, had him mostly hard again, and he pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the sheer physical sensations of this morning interlude, the musky scent of recent sex, just the sight of her hovering over him. Slowly, he bent both knees, giving the illusion that there was more room in here now that his long, muscular legs were drawn up.
Helena chuckled when he doused himself and shook her head a little. For a minute, it seemed as though her mind was clearing. Like the storm of pleasure had blown out the clouds between her ears. Now, though, they were building again. As he adjusted his legs she shifted on him as well. She had felt him swelling and now he'd brought it keenly to her attention. Though Helena hadn't been eating the best diet, she'd put back on a couple of key pounds that she'd lost when they were starving in the forest. Her backside seemed to have filled out once more and currently his hard on was wedged between it and his thick thighs. Helena sighed and chuckled, rocking her hips a little to deal him a bit of friction. Going again felt like a fantastic idea.
Cross' expression was intent as she pressed back against him. He knew it would only take the slightest shift on both their parts to have him inside her again. He'd once more ceased to notice the close, almost humid air inside the lean-to. Right then, the only thing to which he seemed capable of paying attention was Helena, her slim body straddling his and her playful eyes gazing down at him. He arched his back, equally as interested in a second go... something that generally didn't happen with him.
Helena sighed as he arched against her, letting her eyes drift closed as she rocked against him just a little bit more. She didn't have it in her to tease him too long though, since the need to have him inside of her again was building quickly. She deftly reached between them as she lifted herself up, nudged him into position with the tips of her fingers and sank down into bliss. She moaned as she came to rest, flexing her internal muscles around him. This time the size of him hadn't been the least bit daunting. Maybe it was because she hadn't actually seen him.
A low groan left his throat as she clenched her muscles around him, and he was surprised to find that he felt dangerously close to the edge already. Was it the heat in here, nearly stifling by now in its intensity and yet somehow not troubling him all that much? Or was it the sight of her, all of her body visible to him right down to the point where they were joined? He didn't know, but it made no difference. Slowly he moved his hands behind his head, where he linked his fingers together, as seemingly casual as if he were lying in the grass somewhere after a picnic... except that his faded-blue eyes held molten heat as he waited for her to move.
Move she did but it was slow. He moved easily enough inside of her but she found that her nerves were so sensitive, so tightly wound, that too much was just too much. And so it turned into a sort of sensuous roll. When her breathing sped up a little she squirmed a little faster to keep up but her body fell forward against his chest. Her lips found his throat and she nuzzled, kissed and breathed impossibly hot breath on his burning skin. Helena clamped down on him hard as another powerful orgasm ground down on her and she pushed herself all of the way down on him. Her muscled fluttered powerfully around him and she held taut and still above him until it passed and released her. Bonelessly, her weight sank onto his chest.
The slow, enticing roll of her hips was perfect, stimulating and yet gradual enough to keep him from climaxing for at least a couple of minutes. What finally pushed him over was the full press of her body against his and the touch of her lips to his throat as she shuddered around him; he pushed his hips upward with a sharp cry as he spilled inside her again. Cross was not accustomed to feeling weak, but he did right then. Weak and drained. He lowered his legs slowly and then lay still, concentrating on breathing, one hand sliding to the back of Helena's neck to cup it almost possessively.
It was perfect to Helena. She drifted on his chest for a long while, feeling like she was sinking in to him every time he exhaled. "Nice," she said, half in a doze with him still inside of her, though she didn't specify if it was the lovemaking or the cuddly afterglow she was making reference to. Sure, they were pretty much swimming in their own fluids by this time but it didn't bother Helena. It was a clean sweat spiced with the herbal floral scent of the neoheather. She didn't want to move and yet at the same time, she desperately wanted a swim.
"Mm," he murmured in reply, half-dozing even as he said it. He was simply depleted by this point, and he felt that he could probably lie here for several more hours, his body limp and unmoving with Helena still lying on him. He was sleepy, thirsty, hungry and still feeling that sense of electric current beneath his skin. Who knew what caused it? It was something about which he should be thinking; as cautious as he'd always been, as much as he disliked being out of control... he wasn't. He wasn't even concerned about work that he should be doing, and for Cross, that said a lot.
Helena lay on his broad chest for a while, the two of them breathing together in the enclosed space. It was starting to feel like a sweat lodge and when she closed her eyes little red and blue streaks painted the insides of her eyelids. After a while, she spoke up again, not really sure if Cross had passed back in to sleep or not. "If we threw on some clothes and headed down the beach, would you play hooky from lumber duty and swim with me for the day?" Of course, she didn't imagine they'd stay in the water the whole time, but she fully intended to keep him occupied and out of earshot of everyone else for a few hours at least.
Cross had been dozing but not so deeply under that he didn't hear what she said. He blinked his eyes open and lifted one hand to muffle a yawn, feeling slightly recharged already. "Swimmin' sounds good," he mumbled. He'd had no thoughts of going to gather more lumber; he couldn't say he was particularly interested in leaving Helena for that long. Like her, he figured there'd be other activities besides swimming involved, and today that sounded excellent to him.
She climbed up his body a few more inches and nuzzled his stubbled cheek. "Means we're going to have to actually get up," she told, reluctance dripping as readily as sweat from her tone. "Not too sure how I feel about that," she said, sighing blissfully as she stretched out against him. Her spine popped and she groaned, fooling herself into thinking she might just be content where she was for the time being.
"Not sure I can get up," Cross said. "I think I've melted." It was a valid concern. His entire body felt nearly liquid, thrown into a soporific state by both the sex and the fact that there was next to no fresh air in here. His large hands stroked down the damp skin of her back and settled just above the slight swell of her buttocks. "We should prob'ly try." He didn't sound convinced, but on the other hand, the prospect of cool water sounded terrific.
She couldn't help but murr in pleasure as his big hands passed over her skin. Never in her life had her skin felt so sensitive. It was so hot that the thought of putting on the bathrobe made her want to cry but she would do it if it would get her submerged faster. She even resisted the urge to wiggle on top of him in revenge for the delicious petting. "You're still solid," she promised, finding his ticklish rib and doing just that, tickling it.
"Good to know," Cross replied, showing no outward response to the tickling beyond twitching a bit. He regarded her with slightly dazed yet sober blue eyes for a few seconds... and then abruptly dumped her off of him, propping himself on one elbow as he turned on his side. A faint smile curved his lips upward, and he arched an eyebrow as if to ask, What're you gonna do about it?
Message received loud and clear, Helena scooted in close to him again, draped an arm over him and ducked her dark head. Her soft lips closed around his nipple and she laved it with her tongue. The tiny little nipple puckered into the smallest nub ever in reaction to the touch but she enjoyed turnabout. He'd woken her up this way, after all. Maybe it would liven him up as well.
Her tongue on him perked him up all right. Cross' breathing immediately changed pitch, and one hand settled on her hip as if to subtly hold her in place. Goosebumps broke out on his sensitized skin, and his flaccid length began to thicken again. A swim and a wash still sounded like a perfect idea, but he was beginning to wonder if they were going to be able to leave the lean-to. He had the urge to wriggle out of their shelter and toss her over his shoulder, caveman-style, and set out for the water, damn clothing. But despite the considerable lowering of any inhibitions he might have, he still couldn't picture himself doing that.
Helena giggled into his chest, feeling younger than she had in a very long time. She could feel him coming back to attention and nuzzled and kissed him anyway. She had an interesting but distant thought that if they didn't get out of this oven and go hydrate, they'd kill each other in the best possible way. Reluctantly, Helena brushed his big hand off of her hip and rolled away from him.
Cross sighed, a wry smile quirking his lips, and hunted around for his sweat-soaked briefs. They felt disgusting to put back on, but he had to wear something, and his khakis could not be borne. Ordinarily he never would have left the lean-to in just the briefs that left nothing much to the imagination, but today was a very unusual day. He managed to get them put on while sitting on their bedroll, deciding that he'd scoop up the blanket Helena'd found a while back and take it with them. They could use it as a towel after they swam, perhaps.
Tugging on the robe and belting it, Helena fixed her eyes on her lover in their dim dwelling once more. Was it really worth it, going out there into the world? Heaving a sigh, she decided it was and crawled out of the opening. Standing up was both amazing and awful at the same time. She staggered a couple of steps to the side of the entrance and waited for him to emerge. She squinted out across the camp and her breath caught in a gasp. No one was obviously having sex, no one was in the middle of the camp next to the firepit, for instance. However, there was the odd limb visible and the faint and fluttering sounds of mounting pleasure. Her own need socked her in the gut once more and she reached for Cross's hand immediately once he emerged. Ordinarily she'd have been scandalized and kept her eyes on the ground while hurrying away but not today.
The light seemed too bright, and Cross squinted as they hurried along, Helena's small hand swallowed in his large one. Something even more unusual than they'd come to expect in this strange place was going on today, and there was no way Cross would have been able to think clearly enough to figure out what it was. Somehow it was enough to feel the heat prickling along his skin at the faint sounds from around them and the anticipation of being in the water with Helena, cooling off and then most likely getting overheated again. He was ready for all of it.