Friday March 27th 2009
Who: Garret and Shelley What: First (and sexual) encounter Where: Staring in the cafeteria, then a classroom When: Friday afternoon Rating: NSFW
Garret had been in a bit of a fog lately. It wasn't that having his family all together again was a bad thing, quite the opposite actually. It was that Garret had been allowing himself to think too much. When he thought too much, he came to conclusions and realized new things about himself and most of the time they were not good things. He tried very hard to keep other people from seeing beneath his sparkle because he feared that, if they caught a glimpse of what was beneath, they wouldn't like it. And he based this on the fact that, when he saw what was beneath the surface, he didn't like it. But talking with Rorie had given him another glimpse beneath the veneer he tried to uphold, and it had brought him to the conclusion that he was a poisonous, horrible person to have in a relationship. He was selfish, fickle, unsupportive and he had a temper like an Irishman (an accusation from an Irishman). He had also come to the conclusion that he wasn't in college anymore. He was forty, he was married, and this was the long haul. So Garret needed to fix himself and make himself less terrible for his family. But how did you fix how you felt about things? How did you set about changing your emotional reaction?
Normally Garret went home for his lunch break, but because he was working the midday shift, and because his mind was already too scattered to focus, he figured pretending to eat cafeteria food and not driving home and endagering the lives of every hapless Danvers resident who happened to be on the road was a much better alternative. So he was sitting alone with his elbow on the table and his head propped up by his hand, staring at a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee and not paying attention to anyone else milling around him. His mind was calculating. How did you just turn off emotional receptors? Was there a way? Maybe he could ask Blake about a spell for it. Or maybe, horrid thought, he could ask one of the shrinks here. Not Lloyd, no way. He couldn't let Lloyd know about this. Not that fuckface fiance of Lloyd's either, Captain Toast. Riley? Maybe. Riley seemed so wholesome, though. Too wholesome to ask for shady situational remedies. And that new guy was seriously hot, so that would only be a distraction. So, it seemed Blake was the best option. But how did he approach the subject? How did he figure out exactly what he needed to ask? How did tuna on wheat transform itself into a thick slice of strawberry cheesecake?
Blinking, Garret looked down at the plate in front of him. Strawberry cheesecake. At some point in his internal conversation, his lunch plate had been slid off to the side, and in its place was a gorgeous looking dessert. Turning his head slowly, Garret realized that an equally gorgeous woman was sitting in the seat beside him, smiling brightly and looking amused. How the hell long had she been sitting there?
"Hey, sugar," Shelley grinned, East Texas clear in her voice. "You look about as far lost as I've ever seen a man get. Nothing brings someone back around like a little bit of sweetness." She had been watching Garret for the past fifteen minutes, wondering if he was ever gonna take a bite of that food he'd barely bothered to order. She'd asked the kitchen staff about him, and from what she could gather, he seemed like exactly the kind of man she wanted to know. He was incredibly wealthy and not afraid to spend it, married to two guys (not really Shelley's type, but she was a little open to things), owned his own house, drove an incredible car, and most importantly (and what she'd heard most), he was easier to get into bed than a lady of the evening at a two nickel brothel. And that was definitely the kind of guy Shelley liked to know.
"Don't be rude, now," she prodded, nudging the plate closer to him. "I came all the way out here just to deliver it for you. You wouldn't want me to have made the trip all for nothin, would you?" Her bright eyes rounded into pitiful blue puddles, her full lips turned down in the tiniest little pout. It was damn near impossible for Garret not to crack a grin, though he managed to keep it at bay with a small smirk.
"What if I was diabetic?" he asked her, teasing.
"Trust me, sugar, it's worth losing a foot for."
"What if I was lactose intolerant?"
Well, he was just being a royal pain in the neck, now wasn't he? Shelley wasn't phased though. Grabbing the fork, she scooped up a perfectly fluffy bite, a bit of strawberry syrup dribbling over the tines so enticingly, it was like it was being filmed in food porno. "You're gonna try it," she informed him, lowering her voice to a velvety smoothness. "And if it doesn't make whatever is cluttering up your head absolutely melt away..." She let the sentence hang, the tip of the fork brushing against Garret's bottom lip. Shelley's eyes were deep, and sultry, and she looked like this bite of cheesecake held to it promises of orgasmic proportion. Garret decided almost immediately that he loved this woman. Lips parting, he let Shelley feed him, surprised not only by the perfect balance of sweetness and tart, but by how smooth and almost otherworldly the texture was.
"Wow," he said with his mouth full.
"Mmm hmm," she purred, nodding knowingly. "Took me fifteen years to get that one just right." Of course, that was giving away her age just a bit, but she wanted him to appreciate her sense of dedication to a task. "So... Garret, isn't it? Why are you sitting here looking so glum and gloomy? What storm is brewing up in that pretty head of yours?" Her fingers brushed gently through his hair, her eyes looking him over before landing back at his gaze. This girl was absolutely unworldly.
"What is your name?" he asked, swallowing his current bite and letting her feed him another, absolutely willing to have cheesecake for lunch today. She seemed so ethereal, and Garret was pretty certain he would have remembered seeing someone like her walking through the hallways, or standing behind the counter in the cafeteria. He definitely would have remembered those eyes. And a very small part of him wondered if he was dreaming right now, if she wasn't actually real and he'd fallen asleep at the table from mental exhaustion. But if she had a name, she might be real. And this cheesecake might be real too.
With a soft, feminine giggle, Shelley scooped up another forkful, this time keeping it for herself. "Shelley," she replied, moaning ever so softly as her lips closed around the fork, her tongue savoring the sensation. The smirk on Garret's lips grew. It had taken him until just now to realize it (and he felt like an idiot for it), but this woman was seducing him. And she was really damn good at it, too.
"Shelley," he repeated, almost dreamily. His hand extended to her. "Garret Foss."
Taking his hand, Shelley allowed him to kiss the knuckles, and she smiled warmly. "Pleased to finally meet you, Garret Foss. I've been asking around about you."
"Have you, now?" He sat upright, keeping Shelley's hand in his, his thumb stroking over her smooth skin. "Anything worth knowing?" He was actually a bit curious to hear what other people ahd said about him. It couldn't have been all bad, if she was sitting here talking to him. Still, he couldn't imagine too much of it was good, either.
Leaning in closer, Shelley's tongue trailed slowly over her lips, moistening them before she murmured, "Everything I need to know, I'm looking at now."
God, this woman was good. Garret's smirk softened, though a few other parts of him did the exact opposite. "That so?" he mused, then swallowed. "What is it you're looking at?"
"Lunch." A perfectly manicured finger traced a line down Garret's cheek, brushing over the hint of stubble, and pausing to tease along his lips.
Exhaling softly, lips parted in a breath, Garret watched his new friend with a very intense interest. "I thought you'd already brought it," he whispered against her fingertips.
"That was just to whet your appetite," Shelley smirked, leaning close and nipping gently on his earlobe, making him gasp sharply. "Come with me."
"Okay," Garret breathed, letting Shelley take him by the hand and lead him out of the cafeteria, plates of food long since forgotten. He was in a bit of shock at the moment. How could this actually be happening? This wasn't real life, this like a foreign film, or a porno or something. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had just taken him by the hand and... Well actually, yes, he could. Blue Bergeron had done it. But at least he had known who she was, and while it was happening he'd been more confused than anything. This woman was a complete stranger, someone he had never seen before. (The thought briefly flashed into his mind that he was security, and it was his job to know who people wandering the school were, and he wasn't very good at his job apparently, especially since he was going to be late clocking back in.) Her boldness had thrown him and before he could truly realize what he was doing, or stop to pause and think that maybe this wasn't a great idea, Shelley had led him through the hallways to a deserted science classroom.
The door clicked shut after they'd both entered, and the silence of the room was suddenly broken as Shelley's strong grip grabbed Garret by the shirt and pulled him close, her mouth crushing against his in a firm, demanding kiss. He cried out in surprise before returning it in full, his own hands wasting no time in running themselves over her lean body, making themselves acquainted. She was firm in all the right places, soft in the others. Grabbing her ass, Garret lifted Shelley clear off the floor, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to a desk and set her upon it, his arousal growing more apparent between them. His hands fumbled slightly as he shoved her skirt high on her thighs, and he shivered slightly when he reached to grab her panties and he found none. "Wow," he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as her slender hands made quick work of his pants.
Shoving Garret's pants down his hips, Shelly tilted her head back to let his lips explore her neck, a breathy laugh bubbling from her lips as she took firm hold of his hardness, squeezing it. "My, my," she cooed, her ankles hooking around the back of his legs to draw him near as possible, while she let her ass slide right to the edge of the desk. She could feel his sex pressing against hers, hot and eager just like humans always were.
Kissing and nipping desperately, Garret's mouth roamed over her neck and shoulders, tasting and savoring every inch of skin he found there. His hands ran up and down her back, pushed themselves beneath her sweater, squeezed her perfect breasts and drew her small nipples to hardened beads. His breath was ragged and hot, panting against her skin as he moved himself forward and slowly, achingly slowly, pushed himself inside her. The heat and the wetness of it, her slickness and the way her muscles clenched around him made him growl deep in his chest. It had been far, far too long since he'd felt this. Men were amazing, but women... Oh, women.
Once he was fully inside her, their bodies pressed flushed together, Garret claimed Shelley's mouth in another deep kiss. He was going to fuck her, and hard, and make her scream, and his hips began to roll but then suddenly he felt her entire body pulse and Garret stopped, crying out in pain, pleasure and surprise. "What the fuck??" he asked, breaking the kiss to be able to meet her eyes.
"Electrical current," she explained breathlessly, her face and chest flushed. "I'm an electricity demon."
"Pathfinder," Garret panted, a hand tangling itself in Shelley's dark locks. "Human."
"Knew you were human," she gasped, her fingernails scratching the back of his neck. "Pathfinder, very interesting."
"Mother's side."
"Shut up," she demanded, clawing his neck and pulling him back for another kiss, grinding herself against him. Garret didn't need to be told twice. With an arm encircling her, he slammed himself hard against her lithe body, making her scream against his lips. With every thrust she pulsed, until her whole body was vibrating. He could feel her currents running through him, making his own blood boil, his skin alight, all the hairs on his neck and arms standing on end. Mal had used electricity on him before, and in a similar fashion, but it had never felt like this.
Many men were eager, like Garret was, but there was something different about him. Maybe because this was so unexpected for him, or maybe because he was used to demons and therefore her vibrations and sparks didn't phase him. Or maybe his husbands were incredibly interesting people that Shelley might want to know more about. Whatever the reason, everything she was giving Garret, every gasp and moan and demand, every jolt of electricity, every pulse from inside and out, he seemed to want more. It was almost like she wasn't satisfying him enough, but she knew it couldn't be true because his thrusts were getting faster and harder, with the kind of desperation only a man on the brink of orgasm had. "Yes, baby, yes," she moaned, laying herself back, her back arched high and her breasts bouncing with each hard jerk of his hips. Her hands clawed at the wood beneath her, gripping the edge to give him resistance, to make her body move the way she knew he'd want to see it. And she was certainly right about that. Garret watched her with a hazed fury, wanting to make her cry out, wanting his own release. Grabbing her waist with both hands, he drew her up for one last kiss before his final thrust, before he drove hard into her, deep and forceful and relentless. Shelly cried out both in surprise of the force and in pleasure, a climax rippling through her with unexpected intensity. The clenching of her muscles around him was enough to do Garret in, his seed pulsing deep inside her as he shuddered, then slowed, his breath finally catching up with him.
Both of them were panting, little blue sparks falling from Shelley as they bounced off the sweat on her skin. For a moment neither of them moved, save for the small shivers as their bodies cooled and their hearts slowed in their pace. Finally, Shelley placed a hand on Garret's chest and pushed him back a few steps, sliding herself off the table and smoothing out her skirt. "Hmm," she hummed, finger combing her mussed hair then pulling it back into a low, loose ponytail. "Well. Hope to see you again soon." Giving him a wink and a kiss on the cheek, Shelley drew in a deep breath and flounced out of the classroom, giving Garret one last smouldering look before disappearing out the door.
Panting, and shaking a little, Garret watched the vacant space a moment before he laughed, tucked himself back into his trousers and tried to smooth out his hair. "Yeah," he laughed to himself, leaning against the table. That had been... he didn't even know what. Amazing. Probably stupid. But basically...