Aberrant: 200X - [Mini-Fic INTL] Ein's Cabin. [Mature]

[Eingar]

Eyes of cool blue met hers, the skin around them crinkling with amusement as, deadpan, he gave her a sage nod. "That's very... ecological of you." Ein's voice was a deep rumble that was almost a purr as he stepped to one side and opened the door wider. "Won't you come in?"

Trying (and failing) to suppress a grin Jael sashayed through the open portal, which closed behind her. She noted the breakfast table had been pulled over next to the bed and was adorned by two huge plates of assorted foodstuffs from the buffet upstairs. She looked over one shoulder with a knowing smile, seeing that the big Elite was leaning against the door watching her. "Expecting someone?" she teased. Her answer was a shrug of those deliciously large shoulders.

"You never know who'll drop by sometimes." He smiled back before pushing away from the door and stepping towards the young woman, sliding a hand over her hip and round to the small over her back lazily before pulling her towards him as his head dipped to kiss her. It was a slow, leisurely kiss; confident in it's ability to please and in no hurry. He tasted the salt water on her lips and felt the strong curves of her body press against him, his large strong hands wandering first up, then down her spine before firmly grasping the rondure of her ass and lifting her up against him. With that same lazy grace and confidence, Einherjar moved the pair of them towards the bathroom as Jael hooked her arms and legs around him and kissed along the line of his jaw.

A couple of twists of the controls, and warm water started to fill the shower cubicle with steam as Ein turned his attention back to his delightful passenger, capturing her lips once more with his in another, deeper kiss. He'd wanted her since their first meeting, that much was obvious to Jael.

[Jael Carver]

His long, wet hair clung to her fingers as she treated him to her own lazy kiss. While his long desire for her was clear, hers was just as obvious. She'd thought a lot about the blond giant, and had several ideas for things she wanted to try on him.

Breaking the kiss, she began to run her hands over his shoulders and chest, feeling the firm muscles. Her eyes and hands took stock of him, of her prize. Her blue-eyed gaze became possessive of him as she considered him. And he was hers, at least for tonight. She was very used to this moment in her mind, when she owned the man.

Once again, she felt that desire to mark him, to leave him with a scar forever. It was an urge she'd resisted since her night with Daniel. That wasn't pleasant to think of; he was around here somewhere, and they still needed to have that talk. With a growl, she dropped all thoughts of the teen nova. He wasn't here; he was off doing god knows what. She didn't care, beyond the fact that it'd lead to him ignoring her.

Einherjar dipped his head to her chest, his beard tickling the sensitive skin over her bathing suit even as his lips caressed that same skin. Jael moaned softly in response, her head tipping back. With a gentle hand, he started to pull down the strap of her suit; she stopped him and murmured, "We need to rinse them out, too." She glanced at the stream of running water. "Don't want them to get all salt-encrusted."

[Eingar]

"You're right." He rumbled in reply, smiling as he stepped under the stream of water with her still in his arms. The warmth seeped into them both, stealing away any remnants of the chill ocean and surrounding them with warm fog as Ein moved both himself and Jael in a graceful little waltz under the showerhead, letting the water rinse them off.

With a thought and a smile, Ein made his eufiber flow up his torso and down one arm into his hand, from which he deposited the greyish ball of substance on a shelf in the cubicle. He kissed Jael again, more ardently this time as he started to run his hands through her hair, letting the girl cling to him with her own strength as he gently rinsed the salt from her tresses.

[Jael Carver]

Jael almost purred with pleasure as he stroked his fingers through her hair. She pressed herself against his incredibly masculine body, kissing his neck. She tasted salt and him in variegated patches, as only part of the salt water had come off of him. His hands in her hair drew a soft sigh of contentment from the wild nova, momentarily giving her the appearance of tameness.

That illusion was gone a moment later when she bit him, just hard enough to notice. She pulled back, then leaned further back, her eyes shining with pleasure and excitement. His arms shifted to support her, until she was lying back under the warm water, washing off the last of the seawater.

As if the water were dissolving the eufiber, it began to ease away from her skin, pulling back in slow streaks and pulls. Her breasts were revealed in teasing glimpses as her eufiber flowed around to her back. At the end of her show, Einherjar felt the lower part of her eufiber pull back as well.

She reached back and caught the gray ball. Without removing her eyes from Einherjar, she tossed it outside of the shower area. "Your turn," she murmured as she straightened back up, slipping her arms around his shoulders and playing with his hair.

[Eingar]

The nip of Jael's teeth was a sharp counterpoint to the feeling of her body pressing against his, and Ein's eyes flared with pleasure at the contrasting sensation as the girl shifted backwards in his arms, her hands falling up and back as she disrobed through an act of will. Ein took the opportunity to caress her as she smiled up at him from her recline, war-roughened hands gentle on Jael's skin as the calloused fingers teased the sensitive flesh of her breasts before she straightened up into him and began to run her fingers through his hair.

He went with to the pleasant sensation, his head tipping back against her hands under the spray, feeling her fingers lightly massaging his scalp. He felt Jael's teeth again on his exposed neck, a sharp nip on the softer skin of his throat which brought a low rumble that was equal parts purr of lust and growl of warning. His head dipped once more to meet her grin in a far more urgent kiss, a possessive sign of dominance of his own as he gave her a sharp lingering tug on her lower lip with his teeth.

A flicking caress of his tongue soothed and teased the offended flesh as he ended the long kiss, and glacial blue-grey eyes smiled down at Jael. Einherjar lifted her up a little higher in his arms and lowered his shaggy head to her chest, lips and tongue roving the softness of her breasts, enjoying and luxuriating in the feel and taste of her. Jael floated in his arms, head arching back as her hands tightened on his head, holding herself against him, enjoying the feel of HER warrior god paying homage to her body.

"Ye gods but I've waited far too long for this, it seems." Ein's deep voice vibrated through her body as he spoke against her skin. "Damned if I'll rush it now, beautiful. We've got all weekend." He slowly ran the rough part of his tongue over her sensitised nipple before giving her a lazily lustful smile that sent even more liquid heat uncoiling through Jael's belly. "Let's try to enjoy it to the full."

He kept her supported with one arm as the fingers of the other hand holding Jael up shifted a little, slipping under her and lightly caressing the sensitive area of her sex in teasing motions, going around but never too close to the areas that would give her the most intense pleasure, making her squirm and murmur in faintly giggling protest right before he lightly bit at one rose-colored nipple.

[Jael Carver]

His ardent declaration made her shake and she nodded in silent agreement as his tongue satisfied her body's baser needs. Grinning, she impatiently, but carefully, rinsed his hair out, enjoying its wet weight on her fingers. The only thing she wanted more was to feel its dry weight, preferably draped over her naked body. She pressed her fingers into his scalp, letting her nails scrape gently, as if she were scratching a lion behind the ears.

When his fingers tormented her, she giggled and put up a mock fight, but even as she did, she tried to wiggle herself into position. It was a challenge, and not likely one she'd win, but if one had to lose at something, sex-games were the type of challenge that made even losing fun.

Whimpering a little, she murmured, "No fair... I want to make you wiggle and whimper, too. And then I want to make you moan. And then I want to make you scream my name." She nipped at his jaw, then kissed him hard on the lips. She was almost shaking with her eagerness to begin, but he was right - they had all weekend long - assuming she didn't lose her mind with desire. Eager to make things a little harder on him, she began a slow, circular dance with her hips, as if she already rode him.

She almost forgot herself when he bit her nipple. She uttered a choked cry as her eyes went wild. She almost popped her claws, but managed to thrust her hands away, slamming them into the sides of the shower. The violent movement sufficed to calm her for now, to release that tide of too-hot energy that demanded pain and blood. "Careful, warrior," Jael murmured as she gazed down at him. "I don't have infinite control. Infinite passion, but not control."

[Eingar]

"Lucky for us I have a surplus of both, then." Ein grinned up at her. If he realised the danger he'd put himself in he didn't seem to mind. Though outwardly in control, the cold fire in the Elite's eyes was as dangerously exciting to Jael as the feral blaze he saw in hers was to him. Something combative in both souls was stirred as their eyes locked, and both smiled as their lips met once more in a kiss that filled their entangled bodies with thunder and lightning as the shower fell on them like hot summer rain. Her hands looped under his arms and gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging in hard enough to make Ein's breath hiss as his teeth scraped her throat in kind, the sensation making Jael shiver harder in his grasp.

"Oh, we'll both be whimpering. We'll both be moaning. And take it as gospel, Jael, we'll both be screaming each other's names." His voice was thicker with desire as he looked up at her beautiful face floating above him and saw her eyes half-close as she let his voice wash over her. With a wicked smile he teasingly slid his forefinger the length of her slit before pressing in a little, feeling her sex gripping his digit. She arched her back like a bow, eyes shooting wide as her breasts pressed against his steel-hard body and she let out a softly guttural cry. It was everything he could do not to lower her onto him and satiate them both, but he held back, keeping a firm grasp on the water-slickened skin of his shower-mate, one large arm around her waist as the other hand skillfully teased more cries and moans from her body.

Desperate for some further sensation, something to tip her over, Jael leaned down as her her hips moved urgently against his fingers, her breath coming in little gasps as she hungrily claimed his mouth with hers. Judging that now was the right time, Ein began to stroke his thumb over the very centre of her pleasure as they kissed, his finger pushing more insistently into her warm wetness.

[Jael Carver]

She'd imagined this, overlaying her encounters with Kazuo and Daniel as a basis for what would happen in the arms of this man. This was not what she'd imagined, but as her circle of lovers increased, Jael was becoming aware that each lover was different, special, and to compare them was like trying to compare pears to peaches to oranges to apples - ultimately pointless. She resolved to not do that anymore as she plastered herself shamelessly to the Nordic god holding her.

Jael groaned softly as Einherjar's skilled fingers stroked her, bringing her closer to the edge of pleasure. She wanted to do the same for him, but his arm was holding her firmly against him. All she could do was wiggle against his fingers and his chest, trying to find a place that would bring the world crashing down in the most awesome way possible.

Her lips pressed against his wildly; her tongue probed his mouth firmly, dancing with his own tongue. She was hungry for him, for his taste and touch - she wanted more than he was already giving. On some level, she realized he was drawing this out as much as possible, trying to stretch the pleasure, but Jael had never been good at waiting for long. Charles had been her patience and prudence, and his death had taken much of both with him.

Without much warning, the familiar heat trickled down her spine and up her legs, flowing into her center. She whimpered softly as her body stiffened, preparing and begging for the explosion. When the pleasure flooded her, she lifted her hands away from his head and shoulders reflexively. Her claws didn't pop this time, but you never knew - and it allowed her to focus on her pleasure instead of worrying about stabbing him.

Jael trembled with the first wave of pleasure, and Einherjar grinned as she broke the kiss, her head falling back in bliss. She shivered and then cried out, her body jerking with the force of her orgasm. He could feel the reaction deep in her body as well; she spasmed around his questing fingers, moaning softly.

[Eingar]

Ein cradled the girl as she leaned back, her body quivering and tightening against and around him, and smiled with the quiet pleased satisfaction one who takes pride in giving delight to his bed-mates. He withdrew his fingers from her in a slow caressing gesture, eliciting further tremors from Jael's climax-stretched form and a faint mew of pleasure/protest from her kiss-flushed lips. He contented himself for a few moments with nuzzling the splendid breasts that were offered up to him as Jael was still leaning back in his arms, kissing and nibbling on the swells of flesh.

He was interrupted by Jael's arms coming down and locking around his neck as she drew herself back against him with a faint murmur that was more a purr as their lips met again. She felt his hands shifting to her hips, supporting her as though she were weightless as the blond giant lowered her lover against him. Her eyes widened with anticipation as they looked into his, a dreamy, hungry smile on her lips as she felt the heated rigidity of his manhood pressing against her own more-than-ready sex. Ein held Jael's gaze with his as he slowly lowered her onto him, his large hands keeping the descent slow and gradual. Blue sparks of passion and lust danced between the locked gazes as both experienced the searingly slow sensation of being filled/enveloped in each other one inch at a time.

Both trembled at the intensity of it, Jael aware of Ein's hands tightening almost bruisingly on her body as he fought the urge to simply thrust. The self-control he displayed, the patience was a masterclass all by itself, she mused as another shiver of pleasure wracked through both of them. The pale blue chips of ice he possessed for eyes remained fixed on hers intently, but they weren't cold as they had seemed earlier. No, not a bit of it.

After what had perhaps been ten, maybe fifteen seconds, but seemed to both of them to be much longer, their groins pressed together completely, making them draw breath in unison. Ein smiled at Jael, his hands leaving her hips and smoothing up over her waist and round to her back, letting her feel him lightly twitching inside her for a moment before he started to slip back out of her, his lips caressing the smooth skin of her shoulders, tasting her skin under the running water with relish worthy of a connoisseur. As only the very tip of him remained inside her, and Jael was practically growling as she struggled against his superior strength, he caught her mouth in a kiss that stifled her noises of protest as his hands ceased to restrain her movements: a clear invitation that needed no elaborating.

[Jael Carver]

Sweet, slow torture. There was nothing else for Jael in this moment, other than the slow, torturous slide of her body over his. It was something to savor, something to enjoy, and she did, her focus on every precious inch of connection between them. It was more than his slow entrance into her body; it was the feel of his fingers digging into her hips, the way every muscle tensed under her hands, and the spread of his barrel chest against her own, softer body. It was the feel of his hair around her fingers, and the little tremors that passed between them. Nothing was unaffected in their joined bodies, nothing left without that sweet sensation.

With only a kiss to prepare her, she was given the keys to the city. Gasping both from the overwhelming pleasure and the unexpected gift, Jael smiled eagerly in their kiss. Their mouths were still locked, still giving pleasure and testing bounds, as she ignited her flight and began to set her own pace.

He'd tormented her; time to return the favor. She'd gotten her cookie, so she could hold out for a bit longer. Hanging exactly where she wanted, she twisted her hips in small circles. The bit of Einherjar that was still nestled in her sex became the sudden focus of sensation. As the rest of him cried out to join in the sensations, Jael pitilessly teased and twisted, giving him no more than an inch before taking it right away again. The blond godling was struggling to hold his control when she descended all the way on him, taking him in full in a sudden rush that stole his breath away. And just as he got used to that, she was floating high again, only the barest of connections between them as she against wiggled and taunted. Throughout it, she directed his head down to her breasts or up to her lips, keeping his arms around her and his lips busy, keeping him half-distracted.

Over and over she did this, driving him a little more crazy every time she pulled away with that same Cheshire grin. She showed surprising patience, but then, she was hunting. She was seeking the loss of his control, for him to shove her against the wall of the shower and take her in a wild rush. And every touch, every kiss and every tiny, torturous thrust was designed to bring about that end.

[Eingar]

He knew what she was doing. Knew it well, and that knowledge added to the blaze of arousal and desire that was threatening to melt his icy will. His initial interest from months ago had grown to desire, which had grown to passionate lust and now, with the feel of her slick, tight sheath tormenting him and her arms locking around his strong neck pressing a breast, then her lips, now her breast once more against his mouth.

He resisted as long as he could, drawing on his cool inhuman resolve as a resource to prolong the sweet searing torture for them both as long as he could stand it. His lips kissed her back with more and more fervent intensity. A low rumbling whine came and went in his chest as she once more sank herself onto him with a soft gasp that echoed his before grinning and lifting herself clear. And the whole time she was taunting him to a higher and higher pitch of arousal, both knew that he could, at any time, end it simply by virtue of his strength. Never had a woman been able to do this to him, make his control slip and the red lust rise to take over. He had been a cool, controlled lover even as a baseline: passionate, but with that passion channeled, restrained by shackles of his will. As a nova, that characteristic had been enhanced. Oh, but she was sinfully divine, a siren leading him onto white-frothed rocks, driving him mad.

And Ein loved every moment of it.

The dam broke. With a growl of frustrated desire and primal need for her, he grabbed Jael's hips in an iron grasp and turned, pressing her forcefully up against the side of the shower cubicle. His eyes burned up at her as, with a grin of triumphant surrender he pulled her downwards, plunging his length into her with enough force to nearly drive the breath from her body. As she gasped from the feel of him twitching inside her the warrior's hands gripped her wrists, drawing them from around his neck and pinning them to the shower wall above her head as he thrust once more, and then again, setting a strong rhythm that had her gasping, her eyes wide as they looked into his from only a few inches away. Einherjar's eyes were intent on her, a blue flame seeming to smoulder where before there had been only a glacial chill.

Bodies moved together, the initial rush and subjugation transforming into a dance of hips and arched backs, of moans and gasps and feverish kisses. How long they fucked like this for neither was sure; time became an irrelevance. But considering the circumstances, and the intense desires at work, it could not have been too long before Einherjar groaned fit to make the tiles vibrate and pulsed hard inside her, kissing Jael intensely as an orgasm crashed and roared through his large frame.

[Jael Carver]

Jael grinned as he pressed her against cold tiles and pinned her there; that smile slipped only a bit when he imprisoned her hands. She wasn't sure she liked that nearly as much, but she had started this fire and all she could do was ride it out now. His burning eyes made that much clear; she'd summoned the storm and she'd reap the whirlwind.

It was what she wanted. The loss of control, the sense of being overwhelmed by power and danger; this is what turned her on, even as she growled her defiance to him. He silenced each growl with a savage kiss that stole her voice and left her breathless and limp against the wall. She'd been claimed wholly by him, and despite her wild front, this is what she knew best. Most of her love life had been wrested out of her control; some of her most intense moments had come from the telepathic machinations of her dominator. It was little surprise, when you knew this, to learn that she'd sought that again and again in her lovers. And she'd finally found one who was willing hold her down, willing to be driven to the edge where he might hurt her - but probably wouldn't. And if he hurt her - well, Charles had hurt her often, and he'd loved her. Having a fuck-buddy hurt her would just be normal for Jael, even expected.

His orgasm brought a ripple of pleasure through her; not quite an orgasm for her, but still pleasurable. He leaned against her for a long moment, trying to regain his composure - and maybe his balance. Their bodies throbbed together, a rhythm that danced between them. Slowly, breaths were caught and full feeling returned to bodies wrung of sensation.

"Wow. That was worth waiting a month and more for," Jael said. "Fuck, I'd wait years for that." She kissed him. "You're incredible."

[Eingar]

A pleasant vibration ran through her as Einherjar chuckled. "Gods, that was insane." His pale eyes smiled at her. "You drove me mad, girl. You're the incredible one." He kissed her back, a long lingering kiss. "Been awhile since I've been that carried away." he shrugged, still grinning. "Let's get out of here and get dried off before we use up all the water." He lifted her off him gently, both taking a quick breath at the sensation of his slipping from her.

They quickly rinsed off once more and stepped from the shower, making a game of trying to dry one another at the same time. Ten minutes, some casual and not-so-casual fondling, and much quiet laughter later the two were entwined on the bed, Jael's damp hair spread out over the pillows as Ein kissed his leisurely way down her body, spending some time on areas of interest with the air of a gourmet trying out a buffet of delights and making the blonde girl wriggle and squirm once more under his kisses before coming back up to spend some time lavishing attention on her lips and face.

[Jael Carver]

Jael luxuriated in the sweet sensation of him worshiping her body with his kisses; when he back back to her face and kissed her lips, she returned the adoration. She kissed him with a variety of intensities, enjoying the reactions from each iteration. His weight was heavy between her legs, but neither nova felt the need to rush anymore. The intense session in the shower was enough for now.

When he paused to gaze at her with sparkle-bright blue eyes, she grinned a little then kissed his previously injured arm. "I'm glad you healed this up so well," she murmured between kisses. "We needed this arm today. I like that you're an Elite - it's sexy. But try not to get hurt anymore. I don't want you impeded the next time I rock your world."

[Eingar]

"I'll be sure to tell that to the next nova I face in battle. I can see it now: You'd better not injure me, because Jael will get pissed that I can't fuck her silly till I heal. And then she'll get you!" Ein's laugh was infectious, as was his grin.

Jael laughed with him, her arms going up around his neck as she spread her hands and felt the muscles of his upper back and shoulders. She dug her nails in a little and smiled like a cat. "You won't get off easy either, injured arm or not. I'm not a girl that likes to be disappointed. I'll make it very hard for you." she teased, making him chuckle.

"Oh? Like you don't do that already." He ran a hand down over her body, cupping and kneading one breast before sliding his palm lower, moving over her belly with gentle pressure and slipping into the short trimmed curls below. Jael murr'd with delight and pressed against his hand as his fingers began to play with what they found there, at first little teasing touches that swiftly became more insistent, pleasing strokes of his fore- and index fingers. Determined not to simply lay there and be played like a harp again, she slid her own hand down over his chest and stomach, loving and lingering a little over the powerfully ridged musculature there before closing her fingers around his semi-tumescence. Ein slowly drew breath, his eyes looking into hers as they began to pleasure each other.

[Jael Carver]

Jael shivered as his fingers slipped over her body, her blue-gray eyes widening and darkening with lust. "Well," she said a little breathlessly, her heart rate and breathing picking up pace, "there's hard, and then there's hard." She concentrated on her fingers, sliding them over that soft skin that became silk-covered steel under her experience grasp.

She smiled coyly at him suddenly, the blue fires of mischief lighting in her eyes. She released him and caught his wrist, moving his hand from her sex. Still grinning, she wiggled around until she could kiss his hip, his own curls tickling her chin. Slowly, she kissed her way lower, until her lips nibbled his firm shaft. With a single, long lick, she moved to his head, still grinning like a cat getting her cream. With obscene relish, she began to suck and lick with vigor.

[Eingar]

He felt her lips close around the head of his shaft and sighed deeply, his hips twitching a little under her enthusiastic fellating of him. Seeking some outlet, some way to busy his hands so as to prolong this delight, he slipped his hands around her waist, turning her body fully as he rolled onto his back so that her legs straddled his head.

He grinned down at Jael as she broke off her ministrations with a soft *pop* and looked under her torso at him, her eyes and smile widening as he took a firm grasp of her hips, lifted his head up and ran his tongue the length of her sex with teasingly slow speed. Evidently he liked what he tasted, for without further ado he set about eating her with abandon, his beard a gently tickling counterpart to the wicked attentions of his lips and tongue. She shivered and moaned deep in her throat then, not to ignore her own side, opened her mouth and took Ein into her once more, lashing her tongue around the end of his manhood as she *mmm'd* with happy lustful murmurs. The soft sounds of the pair's oral pleasure filled the bedroom, occasional sighs and moans punctuating the wet noises of lips and tongues skillfully employed.

[Jael Carver]

Jael shivered in the first throes of building pleasure, but turned more of her focus on her partner. It was the only way to distract herself for a bit, so that she didn't explode immediately. Her hands joined her mouth in her task, extending her capabilities and manipulations. She took him deep in her mouth, her tongue exploring every inch of him while her hands provided sensation for what she couldn't cover.

His tongue was driving her crazy, though and she tried to think of something non-sexy to slow the rising wave of pleasure. She needed to buy herself just a few more moments. Maybe, if she could hold on long enough, he'd come first, and that'd be a 'win' for her. She did love her little sex competitions; it wasn't like anyone lost, really.

Wiggling on him a little, she moved her hands and tried to take him all the way in her mouth. Her first effort was good, but it was just her first; Einherjar was in for a treat - if she could keep her head for just a few more moments...

[Eingar]

He broke off for a moment as he felt her warm mouth half-engulf him, his head falling back at the startling sensation. Was she trying to...? He moaned slightly as she tried again, this time taking a little more of him in, aided by the angle of their position. She felt him twitching pleasantly as he flexed certain muscle groups in an effort to delay his climax, and grinned to herself as she ran her lips slowly back up his shaft. So he had some hidden talents there... interesting. And fun.

Ein collected himself as Jael's tongue teased around the cleft on the underside of the head of his member, raising his face once more to her wetness and kissing with deceptive tenderness before flicking his tongue over her clit, then circling it slowly as he began to tease a finger into her folds, feeling her tighten around his digit as she let slip a moan of her own. He sped up the circling of his tongue, then switched to tracing his name over the center of her pleasure with the tip.

[Jael Carver]

She had to stop, her head shifting to the side as her hands found his hips and clung. Whatever he was doing with his tongue, it was maddening. "Ein..." she started to whisper, then realized that she couldn't let him win that easily. With a small growl, she enveloped him in her mouth again, sliding down as far as she could before withdrawing and trying again. Each time she accommodated a bit more of him; the question was, would she last long enough to complete her goal before pushed her over the edge?

The answer was: barely.

Her orgasm was pending when her lips circled the base of his shaft. Jael made a noise that might have been a very muffled crow of victory or the first cry of pleasure; regardless, she had to draw back, to cede ground, or choke. She stubbornly retained some of her between her lips, trying to keep working on his pleasure. But she was racked by trembling and was trying to scream.

On the upside, her throat should be more relaxed soon...

[Eingar]

Einherjar felt that wonderful mouth sucking almost frantically on him, her stifled moans vibrating down to the root of his shaft as her whole body quivered from the first ripples of her impending orgasm. Jael's hips bucked, pressing her sex hard against his mouth as her body worked treacherously against her desire to 'win' the contest, to bring him off first.

As he reached the 'A' in his name for the second time around Ein broke off, his head falling back and he half-called, half-gasped out her name as he felt her lips touch the base of him, her throat working furiously as though a tight wet glove was enveloping his length. Her cry of exultation mixed with one of pleasure, thrumming down his prick and making his own hips twitch as he felt his own pleasure about to crest. She retreated back up in self-preservation, but grasped hold of his shaft with one hand and started to slide her fist up and down while she sucked hard and rhythmically on the tip, her moans more desperate, becoming muffled throaty cries. He was close, but so was she.

Ein tried to focus above the waves of insistent need for release that coursed through him as, with a growl of his own, he grasped tightly onto her hips above him and placed his mouth over her clit, lapping and sucking ferociously. He felt his own orgasm start in his groin as he abandoned himself to the frenzy of their mutual passion, all technique cast aside.

[Jael Carver]

Jael barely restrained herself as pleasure roared through her body. She didn't want him to miss his orgasm, but as it turned out, she didn't have to hold on for long. His shaft throbbed in her hand, her only warning of what was coming. Without hesitation, she sealed her lips tightly around him, the rest of her body shaking through her orgasm. He was shivering too, his might body succumbing to its own desires. She drank him down, then wearily laid her head to the side, resting it on his hip.

"That's two for two now," she said softly when she could finally talk. Grinning, looked over her shoulder at him, to see him sprawled on the bed, looking just as sated as she felt. She slid off of him and crawled up next to him; he reached for her and pulled her down next to him. "You're fun," she added as she snuggled against his body. "You're also making my weekend, just so you know."

[Eingar]

"Well, that's good to know." Einherjar grinned lazily as his hand ran down her back, lingering in the curve of her spine before lightly caressing her hips and backside. He gave her a gentle kiss. "You're not bad yourself. Maybe I should check out Stanford's language programs." His fingers trailed little circles at the base of Jael's spine as she nestled against him, both novas enjoying the afterglow.

"You know, I think this is the most fun I've had outside of a mission since I erupted." he rumbled contentedly as her fingers lightly stroked his chest. "Scratch that. Most fun I've had outside of a mission ever."

[Jael Carver]

Her heart raced with excitement when he mentioned coming to Stanford, and the delight in her eyes was unmistakable. She giggled excitedly and perked up figuratively and literally, her breasts bouncing as she did so. "You're the most fun I've had in a while, too," she admitted, grinning widely. "And if you found a way to swing by regularly, to see me... I'd continue to make it so worth your while."

She dropped her head and kissed his chest, nibbling softly on his chest. Her blue eyes rolled up to meet his, and they held the promise of more delight for him.

[Eingar]

He smiled down at her, his hyper-acute hearing not missing the sudden thunder of her heart at his words. "Worth my while, hmm?" He slid his hands around her hips and lifted her atop him as she continued to nuzzle at his muscular torso. The occasionaly slight scraping pressure of her teeth was a pleasant reminder that she was more tigress than kitten, though the faint purr that rose from the vicinity of Jael's face as she felt something stirring under her hips was decidedly kittenish, Einherjar thought.

"I think even if I weren't studying there, Stanford might make it onto my flight plan quite often." Ein grinned as he reached out to the side and snagged a small bowl of fruit. He offered Jael a grape as he popped another into his mouth. "Hungry at all yet?" He wiggled his hips a little under her, letting them both feel the other as he leaned up and gave the blonde girl a mock bite on the shoulder. "I'm famished, but some things are too much fun to stop."