Brynn Phytrelia 06

Chapter 06

He moved closer to her, his breath gentle on her skin as his lips leaned up to her ear, his hand pulling her against him once more and he nibbled on her lobe, his voice a whisper as he spoke. "I can just get into bed with you and make you so exhausted...you won't be able to get out of bed..."

Shivering as he nibbled her ear lobe, she had to force herself to take a step away from him. "Alright how about this? No wait, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to shower...without you, and then you can take care of my wound, which is not a just a cut to you, but a scratch to me, and then you will fix the engines while I eat...and maybe hover. I said MAYBE! So..." Clearing her throat gently she looked him up and down, resisting the urge to grab him. "You're still weak, still should be watched and we won't be doing any of the last option you mentioned for a while. Alright? And if we do, I'll just be even more annoying and worried and you needn't be exhausted either. So. Refresher." She gave him a warning look as she moved around him and hurried into the refresher, starting the shower up immediately. She wanted to be with Idris, but she also didn't want to exhaust him when he had just recovered his strength.

He really liked it when she tried to tell him what to do. Somewhat patronizing, he nodded at her, listening to what she said, almost pretending as though he couldn't quite hear her, and allowed her to walk away into the refresher. However, instead of leaving her alone, he decided to follow her. As she made it to the unit, he snuck up behind her, grabbing her abdomen from behind and holding her shoulder blades against his chest, leaning his lips in to nibble gently on her neck, his hands moving to feel her sides. He kissed up to her ear and growled. "Mmmm...it's so hot for me...when you try to be all confident an assertive...like you can actually tell me what to do and stuff." He growled again, gently playing with her ear. "Have I told you that, Sweetie?"

Sighing happily in his arms she leaned back into him, moaning very softly. "Idris...I...Hey...no, no...stop." Gently, she pulled away from him, turning to face him. "Don't do THAT. I can't focus when you do that. Please...do not try that with me. You will over exert yourself and I will NOT have you getting hurt again. I plan to have you many, many more times in the future. And definitely as soon as the ship is fixed but until I'm sure you're better...no. Do you hear me? Please?" he gave him a warning look, that was mixed with a bit of pleading. "Idris...I can't risk anything right now. So please? Don't make me start to beg, I hate it. Just listen to me, you stubborn ass."

He nodded at her. "Right...of course...listen." He leaned in again, moving her back until she was pinned against the wall, her back coming up against it a little roughly as he moved in and kissed her, his hands moving over her hips and the outside of her thighs, even drifting dangerous close between her legs.

"Idris..." She whispered, groaning as he pushed her back against the wall, kissing her all over again. "I'm going to make Ophelia intervene...I'm going...Hey, what if I start to bleed again? What if you pass out? All...oh...things to...consider. Idris..." Head leaned back on the wall as she focused on his roaming hands, moaning softly. "Come on Idris. Please..."

He must have misunderstood, because instead of stopping, he helped her legs pull apart, his left hand moving inside her waistband, between her thighs, and pressing up against her, his fingers parting her lips and dipping inside. He leaned in to kiss her again, hoping to prevent her from protesting any further. He moaned into the kiss, his hand moving up to her clit, rubbing her wetness over her sensitive skin, his right hand moving up to take her breast in his palm, eagerly caressing it as his body began to rock a little, pushing her back against the wall as he continued to stimulate her.

Brynn couldn't argue anymore. She was way too convinced to stop him now, returning his kiss, hard. All the emotions she had felt from before, when she thought she had lost him, the love she felt when he had sacrificed so much for her...it all bubbled up as she continued to kiss him harder. Hands moved quickly down the front of his chest to his pants, working apart the button and zipper, until she could reach her hand inside, and wrap her fingers around his length. Gently she began to stroke him just as he stroked her, matching his rhythm. His right hand moved away from her breast, reaching out desperately to press his palm against the wall behind her, his left hand fumbling a little as she found him. He pulled away, his mouth falling open. He took her hand, pulling it away. He stepped out of his clothes and looked at her.

Growling a bit as he pulled her hand away she watched him as he stepped out of his clothes, smiling a little bit. He hadn't had a chance to get a shirt on, and so he was now completely naked. He moved to rid her of her clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling her out of it. He tossed it out onto the tile floor. Then he moved to pull her pants away, peeling them down to her ankles. He got to one knee as he did this, and then let his other knee find the floor. Helping him get rid of her clothing, she quickly moved them away, giving her pants a little kick to the side. He pressed his mouth to her panties and moaned loudly, then pulled them down a little, just enough to barely expose her, and licked her clit, slowly, letting the tip of his tongue flick over her. He bit his lip and looked up at her, gauging her reaction to help him determine his next course of action.

Watching as he moved down, she moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, sending chill through her entire body. Knees bent slightly, her body involuntarily moving closer to his mouth. He nodded, obtaining the desired response. He leaned his mouth up to catch her, his teeth pressing against the fabric, rubbing it against her. Then he pulled them away, moving to stand to his feet. He let his hand move between her legs and push down into her panties, letting his fingers push in and out of her lips in a quick, repetitive motion, feeling her walls a long moment. Then he took his length in his hand and guided his head up to her lips, pushing inside of her in one hard thrust, the motion intense enough to lift her feet off the floor. Once he was buried inside of her, he stopped, leaning down to her ear.

"Mmm...I'm beginning to think you're right...maybe...maybe we shouldn't do this...maybe...you're not ready for such...intense activities..." He licked the side of her head and then nibbled on her ear. It was one assault after another, her legs becoming weaker and weaker. First his tongue, then his fingers, which made her almost shake with pleasure. As soon as he pushed himself inside of her, she let out a long moan, wrapping her legs around him, making it clear she wasn't letting him go anyway.

"Oh, Idris...just shut up. Shut up and...oh...fuck me, Idris." She growled, wrapping her arms around him tightly, turning her head to place a firm kiss on his lips, hungry for all of him right now.

He started to push up inside of her, a slow, steady pace, each lunge more and more intense, pushing between her deeper and deeper. He growled and nodded, his eyes shutting as his pace began to speed up. Each thrust, occasionally, would lift her off her feet and push her into the wall. He growled and groaned, feeling how desperate he was to sink inside of her. He pressed his forehead to her own, making sure to do so in such a way as to not touch her wound. His breathing was heavy and erratic, severed by moans and grunts as he felt himself bury deep inside of her folds. "Oh, Brynn...mmmm...you feel...oh...mmmmmm...I ca-..." He whimpered a little, his pace slowing a little as a tremble coursed through him. "I can't...hol-...hold on much...mmmmmm!"

He tipped his head back, his mouth opening as he moved his hands up to the wall, clawing at it as his head leaned forward, his mouth still hanging open as his pace slowed, hoping that he could prolong her a little more. As he pushed into her, she felt her body receive wave after wave of sheer pleasure. Hands grabbed onto his shoulders, finger digging into his skin every time he hit a sensitive spot inside of her, and then suddenly, she couldn't stop squeezing his shoulders. Her pleasure was skyrocketing and every muscle in her body began to tense. "Oh, Idris...please...oh...cum inside of me. Please...oh..." She let out a cry of pleasure, desperately beginning to push her hips back against him, meeting every thrust with one of her own downward thrusts. Her lips were parted, cheeks rosy with heat and pleasure, head leaning back against the wall. Her back arched towards him, and she bounced with each of his thrusts. "Oh...Idris!" She cried out again as she felt herself reach her climax suddenly. Hands grabbed him harder than ever, and she moaned loudly. "Cum...with me..." She begged, as her orgasm plowed right through her, her body beginning to shake.

He felt her press down around him, her walls holding him tighter, feeling her warmth move over him. He couldn't hold on any longer, his pace growing desperate as he pushed up into her over and over, his mouth falling open as he whimpered softly, pushing inside her as he felt himself ebb. He cried out, his mouth working, his eyes shut as he felt himself losing. He moaned for a long moment and then felt himself burst, his warmth rushing up inside of her as he held her close, pumping her full of him as his own orgasm slowly subsided. He continued until he felt as though he was empty and looked at her, groaning loudly. He leaned in and kissed her lips, the affection soft and gentle as he slowly let her go, feeling the fatigue overwhelming him. "Oh...Brynn..." He pulled away from her, let her feet find the floor again. He clutched at the wall, shutting his eyes for a long moment. "I...think...we should get a shower...and...then...do...something." He moaned softly, smiling at her.

Leaning back against the wall, she slowly nodded, not wanting to move a muscle. "Right...do...something..." As she began to come out of her post love-making haze, she focused on his face, reaching out to touch his face. "You're okay...good." Smiling faintly, she leaned back against the wall, taking a long, deep breath, then let it out slowly as her strength slowly began to return. "I meant what I said earlier, you know. About you meaning everything to me, Idris. I just wanted you to be clear on that..." Nodding, she slowly moved away from the wall, taking his hand as they climbed into the shower together. He nodded. "And I assure you, I did not...do...what I did...because I don't feel powerfully for you." He smiled. "You are my everything. I'd be lost without you."

She sighed as the heated water touched her skin, and she winced just a bit when the water pressure pressed at her head wound. It would be fine, she figured, and shrugged it off, grabbing for soap to begin to work through her hair.

He leaned in and kissed her again. He moaned softly as he felt the heat again. He took the soap from her and began to lather up her back, his hands slow and soft as he gently spread it over her form, his fingers gently rubbing her skin as he washed her. "And you needn't worry...you've made yourself clear..."

Brynn let him take the soap, rubbing her back gently, cleaning her up. Suddenly, her mind went to her whip markings. She had never thought of them until now. Wincing, she looked down at the tiled floor. "I was found out when working at a small inn on Verin. I was using my gift to light candles when my boss walked in on me. He dragged me out into the streets, started screaming at me until they came and arrested me. They wanted to know where others like me were and when I wouldn't talk...when I tried to light them on fire and escape...They tied me up, whipped me...over...and over..." Eyes shut at the memory and she took a deep shaky breath.

He shut his eyes a long moment, looking over the marks, his fingers delicately tracing over them. "I wish I had been there..." He paused for a long moment. "After...she...died...I found...I discovered my powers...by accident. I was at a tavern on the capital world...and one of the waitresses went to hand me my drink, and it went flying out of her hand...it...it didn't end very well for me, but...I survived...and...I do not have any scars to show for it." He kissed the back of her neck. "Your situation bears much more tragic circumstances. Humans...they are not forgiving, and they are, by nature, terrified of what they do not or cannot understand..." He reached up and guided the water to flow down over her back, washing the lather off of her skin, his hands still gentle. He then turned her to face him, slowly, and leaned in and kissed her. "I promise, Brynn...I'll keep you safe, as much as I can. But, I am afraid that if the harvesters come looking for you, there will be little I can do in my current state, especially with the degree of power they've seemed to have acquired."

"The whipping is only...the beginning of what my life has been. If you think this is bad..." She chuckled, bitterness edging it as she looked back down, away from him, almost as if ashamed. "I know you will do your best to keep me safe, Idris, but...you're right. Those harvesters could very well come back and...take my gifts. Worrying about it at this moment, however...will do nothing for us." Reaching up, she caressed his face gently for a moment, studying him, his features, looking into his eyes. "Besides...what does not kill us only makes us stronger. Isn't that right?" Another hard chuckle and she gently turned him so she could begin to rub his back. His back tensed as he bristled. He let her turn him around, and shivered with the feel of her fingers on his back. He couldn't remember when he'd had someone so gentle touch his back, but he had a hard time imagining that it might have been as good as she was.

"Heh. Unless it does kill you...then it doesn't do much to increase your strength. It's ok...next time...NEXT time," he emphasized, "I shall not be so helpless. If the harvesters want a fight...I will give them a fight.

"And so will I. I think we've learned that locking me up doesn't work. They'll find me. Idris...please...if they return. You don't have anything more to offer them." Except his life. The thought chilled her to the bone and her hands froze on his back for a moment before she began to rub again. As soon as she was done, she set the soap to the side, allowing him time to rinse off before she reached out to turn the water off.

He stopped and looked at her. "Atalanta has two more escape pods inside of it. I am going to have antispace window generators installed in the pods. If they should attack us again, you will NOT be here. I'll put you in the escape pods and you'll be transported to a preprogrammed destination. After I have defeated them, I'll come and get you."

And if I don't survive, seeing as I've no other option, I'll have SI pick you up. He wanted to tell her, but he wasn't about to get her worrying again. He finished rinsing off and watched her turn off the water. He made a playful face at her and grabbed her, pulling her back inside and turning the water back on. "Hey! What if I am not done talking to you while you're all hot, wet, and naked." He stuck his tongue out at her, a genuine smile on his face as he restrained her.

She didn't like the idea of leaving the ship without him, but she obliged, not saying anything in return. As she moved to get out of the shower, she stopped, and laughed as he yanked her back inside, flipping the water right back on. "Oh yeah? What else did you want to say?" She asked, laughing, reaching up to touch his face. "We have work to get done, you know. Lots of work. Things to repair, all of that."

He bristled, indignant, and seemed at a loss for words. "Well...who said I said I had anything else to say. Maybe...maybe I just wanted to keep talking to you." He looked like a toddler who had been convinced that two plus two equaled five, and his mother had just proven him wrong, to his very great dismay. She was right...but...so? "And yes, we do need to effect repairs, but...there...it...it's not like...it can't wait." He wrinkled his nose at her, and then playfully pointed the water into her face, as though this was obviously the most effective way of proving he was right.

Laughing easily as he splashed water in her face, she grinned at him, shaking her head a few times. "You argue so well." She teased gently, giving him a playful little nudge. "Come on, Love, let's go. Don't you want to patch up me head?" Arching an eyebrow at him, she waited for his response. She loved to play with him, to tease him in those laid back moments where they could joke and relax.

He stopped, his expression changing dramatically. His gaze looked out of the corner of his eyes, his lips pursing thoughtfully. "Well..." He blinked a few times, unsure as to how to respond, torn between his desire to be frivolous and his sense of responsibility for her. "I...I think...we should..." He paused a long moment, his mouth slightly opened as he tried to think of something witty to throw back at her. "I think we should...get...you all...dried off, and then...patch up your head." He nodded slowly, then more determined, his voice matter-of-fact as he looked at her, still filled with doubt and feelings of unsurety.

"Well..." She decided to give him the satisfaction of being right this time, and nodded in agreement. "Well if that's what you want to do, then we'll do that. Come on." Leaning forward, she stole a quick kiss and stepped out of the shower, grabbed the nearby towel, and quickly wrapped it around her body, letting her soaked hair drip down on the towel.

He looked at the water as he walked away from her, and as an after thought, moved back to shut it off, standing next to her, feeling a little lost. Towel...right. He reached over and went to grab one...but there seemed to be just the one that she had. He realized the small oversight and decided to air dry instead. He rubbed his hair all over her chest where her towel covered her, then looked around, satisfied that he was dried enough. He moved back to the mirror to look himself over, checking his complexion for any spots or lesions, then turned to look back at her. "You do realize that if we manage to get anything done, it is going to be a very boring day." He seemed a little concerned by this, but not as much as his voice indicated.

Laughing as he rubbed his head against her chest, she stood her ground, waiting for him to be done. "It's alright. I can entertain myself. I want Atalanta to be your first priority today, Idris. You need her up and running. I can take care of myself, don't worry." Feeling as if she was dry enough, she removed the towel and tossed it over to him, covering his head successfully. Laughing, she walked out of the refresher, moving to where she had been keeping her clean clothes and began to pull on her undergarments. "You ripped one of my shirts." She commented over her shoulder as she pulled her pants on, choosing once again to go through his clothing looking for a shirt that would fit her. "If I'm going to be living here, I'm going to have to buy myself new clothes.

He scoffed. "I doubt that. We'll get you whatever clothes you need when we get to where we are going." He sighed, and looked around. He was going to have to tell her eventually, about everything, but he didn't want to spoil the mood at the moment. They were obviously not going to Baramasta, at least not yet. He was going to have to pay for the stolen creature eventually. "Feel free to wear my clothes in the mean time."

"Oh, don't worry, I have no problem wearing your clothes." she said simply, pulling on a shirt of her choosing before she turned to look at him.