Drabble #44
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisukeRenee had taken to using her meeting times with him for sleep. Traine didn't mind, and he suspected that she might do the same thing with some of her other colonel's, Blaine or Blake especially. What he didn't expect was that she used their lap for a pillow. He resisted the urge to touch her, to run his fingers through her hair, stroke her arm, because it might wake her up. He simply sat at the end while she half-curled half-sprawled across the rest of the couch, her head laying on his thigh and her breathing come in the deep and steady rhythm of sleep.
Sleep makes a lot of people look vulnerable, and he supposed that Renee was the same way, but to him she just looked peaceful. No furrowed brow, sharp looks, or a mouth set in a displeased line. The red-head slouched a bit, and she shifted minutely but that was all. He got more comfortable and read over the papers she had given him. They were always a bit more detailed than for the others, but that was so she didn't have to talk to him. The more he could read on his own, the longer she could rest. He had decided to take pride in her trusting him to understand her intentions, for the most part. Sometimes she did lecture, despite all of the details. The hour passed just as fast, regardless, but he missed the silence of times like these where he could finish the report at his leisure and then relax.
He was doing that right now, and starting to fall asleep as the report had only been a page or so long and she had scheduled him there for an hour. He had taken the paper into the adjoining room, settled down, and expected a long talk. What happened instead was Renee slipping off her jacket and dress shirt, leaving her in a spaghetti strapped camisole that could have passed for a shirt if it wasn't autumn, and flicking off her heels. She padded over, sat down, and then leaned back, plopping her head on his thigh, and rolled towards the back of the couch. A slight curl brought her feet up to rest on the arm of the chair, drawing her warmth into a tighter ball, and she was asleep. Well, maybe not asleep, but heading towards it fast.
Traine... was surprised. While she was there and not sleeping yet, he ran his hand through her bangs, looking at her speculatively. What he wanted to do was lean down as kiss her, ask her what was wrong, but instead he retracted his hand and went back to the report. If she wanted to talk, she would. What she needed was his lap, and that's what she got.
Near the end, he heard the door to her office swish open. It brought him out of his half-doze and he blinked, rubbing his eye. The only person with the code wasn't anyone he worried about seeing them like this. Melissa, Renee's secretary, poked her head into the room after realizing the main office was empty. Traine held up a finger for silence, and Melissa took a few seconds to look at the scene in front of her. She gave a hapless little smile and shrugged. Traine felt the knock on his mental wall and replied back.
/Her next meeting at four has been cancelled. Her five o'clock is going to be at least thirty minutes late, if they come at all./
Traine's eyes lowered to look at the woman asleep on his lap. /She's not going to like that./
/That's why you get to tell her,/ Melissa said with a devious smile. /I leave at six, so if they don't call by then, you'll have to man the front desk./
He looked at her with distaste but waved her off with a tiny smile. She disappeared, closing the door behind her, and the whoosh of the door opening and closing was even fainter. He looked at the clock on the wall that said it was fifteen 'til four and closed his eyes again.
When he woke, it was four thirty. Renee had barely stirred and he knew she had been very tired. He brushed the hair from her face, let his fingers trace down her neck. It was so deceptively thin, and her collarbone looked even more fragile. Her eyes flickered open. She lay there a moment, getting her bearings, then slow sat up. She slowly turned herself to face forward and her legs all but flopped over the side of the couch. With a yawn, she stretched, and he watched the arch of her back, the length of her arms as the stretched up over head. Then her body flopped forward and she blinked blearily a few more times before looking up at the clock.
She jumped to her feet, alarmed. "Shit, I'm late!"
Traine grabbed her arm. "No, no, they canceled. You have time." He pulled her around and she faced him, looking grumpy.
"You could have told me that before I had a heart-attack."
He only smiled, drawing her forward until she straddled his lap. "I wouldn't let you be late," Traine tsked at her. "Your five o'clock might not be coming. They said five thirty at the earliest."
Her mouth twisted at that, and his hands ran over her sides. His fingers tips played with the hem of her cami while he leaned back, relaxing. "We have an hour," he said, eyebrow raised.
She lifted her chin, eyes sharp with suspicion. "So that's why you woke me up."
His fingers slid up, taking the thin material with it, exposing her toned stomach. His thumbs ran along either side of the muscle until they touched just under her breast. His hands slid around, fingers splayed over her skin. "If they come, I thought you'd want to prepare."
Renee was still looking at him askance. Her hands were on her thighs, and though she was sitting on him, there was no contact on her part other than that. He sighed, dragging his hands down her torso again. One rested at the crease of her leg and torso. He leaned forward and let his other hand wrap around behind her, sliding over her ass, between the cheeks, and then grabbing her. Her body twitched a bit, and he looked up at her, letting the heat fill them.
"Or we could relax a bit more," he suggested, his arm left her waist for a moment so he could slide himself forward on the couch. His other hand pulled her forward, sliding her up his thighs until they pressed together. He felt her chest expanding and contracting a bit faster, and her hands had moved from her thighs to his sides, up his chest. She was returning his gaze, and he reached up, tangling his hand into her hair, pulling her down. Their lips met, and then their tongues, and her hands were in his hair, too.
The kiss stoked up the fire, and he felt himself reacting to it strongly. Though they saw each other on an almost daily basis, sex wasn't nearly as often as he would like. He didn't push it, because this was the closest they had ever been to a good relationship. Without the sex, they talked about more than work. They still had some of the same hobbies. They went out to eat on the context of work, but didn't talk much about it. He could give her kisses goodnight before they went off in their separate cars, intensity varied to how many people were around to watch.
When she invited him over, it was always business. It wasn't a pretext, like with dinner. They talked numbers and training, distribution of his men, who to add next, and he shared that same passion for the job as she did. It was work, but he enjoyed it. It got late, but he would usually leave feeling accomplished, if not bodily satisfied. When there was an inkling she might not object, he breeched the subject with a hell of a lot more care than a male praying mantis. He was better at reading the mood than he used to be with her, and that was always a plus.
He let out a small groan as her hips ground against him. It had been a week since he'd had a woman, and three since it had been Renee. He didn't mind the idea of being faithful, but they weren't in a monogamous relationship. He wasn't as horny as his early twenties, but he needed it more than once a month. Twice a month was torturous, but that was about how he averaged. His hand helped him through the hard times. As he stripped her of the shirt and she his, he resolved to get Renee in bed more often. He didn't doubt she got her fix from someone else, and he didn't want it to stay that way.
He twisted, sending her toppling onto the couch with a startled gasp, and took her pants, fingers sure and deft as the buttons came undone and he peeled them off of her. He tossed them aside and then undid his own pants. Belt and buttons came loose, zippers came down. She watched with that lust filled haze that made his cock jump for joy, and she was arching up, fingers pushing her underwear down and off. He didn't bother with pulling his all the way off. He pushed his pants around his thighs, just enough to let himself free of the material. She laughed a bit, and said, "Still impatient."
He grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her to him with a fierce smile. He growled at her. "You know why." He didn't enter her immediately, instead licking his two middle fingers and reaching down, rubbing her slit, parting it and sliding one inside. She gasped, wriggled, and he ran his fingers over the tiny patch of flesh that felt different inside. She was wet enough, but his thumb ran over her clit as the two fingers slowly pumped inside. Her body twitched and her fingers clenched and unclenched. He felt her legs wrapping around him, pulling him to close the gap. Traine didn't wait for her to ask, and slicked her juices over him with the twi fingers before pressing her legs open wider, holding her hip, and sliding himself inside her slowly.
She adjusted as he pushed in until he was to the hilt. His own mouth was open, panting, and his hips were moving in small circles, grinding against her until she showed she was ready for more. Her soft noises and her expression send chills through him. He loved her like this. Hell, he loved her no matter how she looked, but when she was feeling good and didn't have him by the balls she had a feminine quality in her that he rarely got to see. He leaned forward, and his hips continued their circles, and he focused most of his pressure upwards, rubbing against that sensitive area. She was letting out more of those soft cries now, and he licked his lips in appreciation of them. If given enough time, he could bring her like this.
His hands on her hips, he arched her a bit more, bringing with it more contact. Her legs were shaking around him, and she had taken to biting her lip, her eyebrows pushed together, and her eyes rolling up to look above his head, even though he knew she wasn't really seeing anything. She had her arms braced to keep herself propped up in the perfect position. Traine leaned forward, capturing her mouth, and she kissed him back with a feverish heat that drew moans out of both of them. then, he held on tight to her, pulled away, and then plunging back in. She gave a surprised gasping moan, and he did it again, twice more, and her arms shook and she melted back into the couch.
Her chest was heaving, she was looking at him in a kind of daze, the kind she got when she was just letting the pleasure run wild, trusting in him, and his heart throbbed, and thus so did his cock. He took up an irregular rhythm, thrusting, grinding, and she couldn't brace herself for it. Her legs were tight against his sides, trembling from the effort, and he kept his eyes on her. Ever time her mouth would open, and he could see her throat flex as she choked back a sound. God, he loved her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her up, and took a few awkward crawls to brace her against the arm of the couch. She looked at him and her voice was breathy as she said his name. "Traine," and she said it again. "Traine."
She might have been trying to tell him something. In fact, she probably was, but his hips didn't wait for her to finish. She gave her muted 'Aahh's that were music to his ears as he thrust upwards into her, hearing her voice getting higher. He felt the tiniest bump on his last thrust, and her whole body tensed and jerked and her voice came out as clear as he knew it would. He didn't stop, knowing he had hit the end of her, a little below her cervix and she was melting around him with shudders and moans. She wouldn't come this way, but the limbo of pleasure destroyed a lot of the inhibitors that prevented her from voicing out how much she liked it.
Her hands gripped his hair and shoulder painfully, and he growled in response, opening his mouth and latching on to her neck, biting and sucking. "God... ahhh, God..." her voice groaned out, and she was in heaven, he knew.
"My name," he gasped out, "say it."
"Ahhh, Traine," she whimpered, "So good. Just like this, so good."
And he knew she wasn't lying. He couldn't keep it up eternally though. He was getting close, and while she was around the corner, too, he wouldn't last until then. He gave her a final kiss. Sloppy, wet, and a bit uncoordinated because they both couldn't breath through their noses properly at this point. Then he broke it, and leaned back so he could lift her higher. He stopped focusing on hitting the back and instead at the top wall. She clung to the arm and rolled her hips to meet him.
Traine groaned a bit, feeling her clenching around him. "Shit, not so tight," he gasped, though his hips picked up speed despite that. "Let me hold on a bit more," and his words were spaced out with each breath. She didn't relent much, but it was enough, and he looked down the line of her body at her, and wished he could just say that he loved her, but then she would have him. It wasn't that she didn't already have him, but the words would give it so much more power. His hips bucked up and her legs vibrated with the motion, and he could see it go clear up to her head.
"Again... again, again," she moaned, and she was trying to hold herself in that exact position, but she was getting weak, and hell, so was he, but he did it again. Over and over like she wanted, and her body fluxed between tight and loose and he was losing his breath as his orgasm rushed upwards.
"I want you, like this," he gasped, his hips thrust into her hard and her breath caught from the force of it. The dull thud of their bodies meeting punctuated his words as he came. "Be like," thud, "this," thud "for," thud, "me." His fingers tight around her waist, he leaned forward, a small grunt as he exploded, spilling out inside her as his hips get moving, the force no less as he ran his cock against her g-spot. He had to set her down after a while, but he compensated with a free hand to rub her clit, and she came with a shout.
Lying lax against the arm of the chair, Renee stared at nothing in particular. Traine leaned sideways against the back of the couch and he could feel himself dozing. He shifted, pulling out, and moved Renee so he could lay down next to her. She grumbled, shimmied aside, and then plastered herself to him. His pants were still partially on, but he didn't care. With her curled up against him, he kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes and wrinkled said nose. He let out a soft snort of amusement, but then his humor died as the silence stretched no for a few minutes.
"Be like this with just me," he said softly, and he fingers ran over her back, pulling her closer.
There was no response. Not a single sound other than breathing, and she didn't tighten up. He looked down at her sleeping face and snorted again. Figures.
There was a soft knock in his head. /Yeah?/
/They called to cancel./
Traine looked up at the clock. It was a quarter after six. /I thought you went home./
There was a pregnant pause before she replied with a formality that was quite impressive, /I thought she could use a little more rest, so I didn't disturb her./
Traine smiled and laughed softly. She had definitely come in to tell them and overheard what they were doing. /Thank you. Drive safe./
/Janitors come at eight,/ she replied, and the connection fizzled.
Stroking Renee's hair, he set his clock to seven and resolved that one day, he would tell her.
Sleep makes a lot of people look vulnerable, and he supposed that Renee was the same way, but to him she just looked peaceful. No furrowed brow, sharp looks, or a mouth set in a displeased line. The red-head slouched a bit, and she shifted minutely but that was all. He got more comfortable and read over the papers she had given him. They were always a bit more detailed than for the others, but that was so she didn't have to talk to him. The more he could read on his own, the longer she could rest. He had decided to take pride in her trusting him to understand her intentions, for the most part. Sometimes she did lecture, despite all of the details. The hour passed just as fast, regardless, but he missed the silence of times like these where he could finish the report at his leisure and then relax.
He was doing that right now, and starting to fall asleep as the report had only been a page or so long and she had scheduled him there for an hour. He had taken the paper into the adjoining room, settled down, and expected a long talk. What happened instead was Renee slipping off her jacket and dress shirt, leaving her in a spaghetti strapped camisole that could have passed for a shirt if it wasn't autumn, and flicking off her heels. She padded over, sat down, and then leaned back, plopping her head on his thigh, and rolled towards the back of the couch. A slight curl brought her feet up to rest on the arm of the chair, drawing her warmth into a tighter ball, and she was asleep. Well, maybe not asleep, but heading towards it fast.
Traine... was surprised. While she was there and not sleeping yet, he ran his hand through her bangs, looking at her speculatively. What he wanted to do was lean down as kiss her, ask her what was wrong, but instead he retracted his hand and went back to the report. If she wanted to talk, she would. What she needed was his lap, and that's what she got.
Near the end, he heard the door to her office swish open. It brought him out of his half-doze and he blinked, rubbing his eye. The only person with the code wasn't anyone he worried about seeing them like this. Melissa, Renee's secretary, poked her head into the room after realizing the main office was empty. Traine held up a finger for silence, and Melissa took a few seconds to look at the scene in front of her. She gave a hapless little smile and shrugged. Traine felt the knock on his mental wall and replied back.
/Her next meeting at four has been cancelled. Her five o'clock is going to be at least thirty minutes late, if they come at all./
Traine's eyes lowered to look at the woman asleep on his lap. /She's not going to like that./
/That's why you get to tell her,/ Melissa said with a devious smile. /I leave at six, so if they don't call by then, you'll have to man the front desk./
He looked at her with distaste but waved her off with a tiny smile. She disappeared, closing the door behind her, and the whoosh of the door opening and closing was even fainter. He looked at the clock on the wall that said it was fifteen 'til four and closed his eyes again.
When he woke, it was four thirty. Renee had barely stirred and he knew she had been very tired. He brushed the hair from her face, let his fingers trace down her neck. It was so deceptively thin, and her collarbone looked even more fragile. Her eyes flickered open. She lay there a moment, getting her bearings, then slow sat up. She slowly turned herself to face forward and her legs all but flopped over the side of the couch. With a yawn, she stretched, and he watched the arch of her back, the length of her arms as the stretched up over head. Then her body flopped forward and she blinked blearily a few more times before looking up at the clock.
She jumped to her feet, alarmed. "Shit, I'm late!"
Traine grabbed her arm. "No, no, they canceled. You have time." He pulled her around and she faced him, looking grumpy.
"You could have told me that before I had a heart-attack."
He only smiled, drawing her forward until she straddled his lap. "I wouldn't let you be late," Traine tsked at her. "Your five o'clock might not be coming. They said five thirty at the earliest."
Her mouth twisted at that, and his hands ran over her sides. His fingers tips played with the hem of her cami while he leaned back, relaxing. "We have an hour," he said, eyebrow raised.
She lifted her chin, eyes sharp with suspicion. "So that's why you woke me up."
His fingers slid up, taking the thin material with it, exposing her toned stomach. His thumbs ran along either side of the muscle until they touched just under her breast. His hands slid around, fingers splayed over her skin. "If they come, I thought you'd want to prepare."
Renee was still looking at him askance. Her hands were on her thighs, and though she was sitting on him, there was no contact on her part other than that. He sighed, dragging his hands down her torso again. One rested at the crease of her leg and torso. He leaned forward and let his other hand wrap around behind her, sliding over her ass, between the cheeks, and then grabbing her. Her body twitched a bit, and he looked up at her, letting the heat fill them.
"Or we could relax a bit more," he suggested, his arm left her waist for a moment so he could slide himself forward on the couch. His other hand pulled her forward, sliding her up his thighs until they pressed together. He felt her chest expanding and contracting a bit faster, and her hands had moved from her thighs to his sides, up his chest. She was returning his gaze, and he reached up, tangling his hand into her hair, pulling her down. Their lips met, and then their tongues, and her hands were in his hair, too.
The kiss stoked up the fire, and he felt himself reacting to it strongly. Though they saw each other on an almost daily basis, sex wasn't nearly as often as he would like. He didn't push it, because this was the closest they had ever been to a good relationship. Without the sex, they talked about more than work. They still had some of the same hobbies. They went out to eat on the context of work, but didn't talk much about it. He could give her kisses goodnight before they went off in their separate cars, intensity varied to how many people were around to watch.
When she invited him over, it was always business. It wasn't a pretext, like with dinner. They talked numbers and training, distribution of his men, who to add next, and he shared that same passion for the job as she did. It was work, but he enjoyed it. It got late, but he would usually leave feeling accomplished, if not bodily satisfied. When there was an inkling she might not object, he breeched the subject with a hell of a lot more care than a male praying mantis. He was better at reading the mood than he used to be with her, and that was always a plus.
He let out a small groan as her hips ground against him. It had been a week since he'd had a woman, and three since it had been Renee. He didn't mind the idea of being faithful, but they weren't in a monogamous relationship. He wasn't as horny as his early twenties, but he needed it more than once a month. Twice a month was torturous, but that was about how he averaged. His hand helped him through the hard times. As he stripped her of the shirt and she his, he resolved to get Renee in bed more often. He didn't doubt she got her fix from someone else, and he didn't want it to stay that way.
He twisted, sending her toppling onto the couch with a startled gasp, and took her pants, fingers sure and deft as the buttons came undone and he peeled them off of her. He tossed them aside and then undid his own pants. Belt and buttons came loose, zippers came down. She watched with that lust filled haze that made his cock jump for joy, and she was arching up, fingers pushing her underwear down and off. He didn't bother with pulling his all the way off. He pushed his pants around his thighs, just enough to let himself free of the material. She laughed a bit, and said, "Still impatient."
He grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her to him with a fierce smile. He growled at her. "You know why." He didn't enter her immediately, instead licking his two middle fingers and reaching down, rubbing her slit, parting it and sliding one inside. She gasped, wriggled, and he ran his fingers over the tiny patch of flesh that felt different inside. She was wet enough, but his thumb ran over her clit as the two fingers slowly pumped inside. Her body twitched and her fingers clenched and unclenched. He felt her legs wrapping around him, pulling him to close the gap. Traine didn't wait for her to ask, and slicked her juices over him with the twi fingers before pressing her legs open wider, holding her hip, and sliding himself inside her slowly.
She adjusted as he pushed in until he was to the hilt. His own mouth was open, panting, and his hips were moving in small circles, grinding against her until she showed she was ready for more. Her soft noises and her expression send chills through him. He loved her like this. Hell, he loved her no matter how she looked, but when she was feeling good and didn't have him by the balls she had a feminine quality in her that he rarely got to see. He leaned forward, and his hips continued their circles, and he focused most of his pressure upwards, rubbing against that sensitive area. She was letting out more of those soft cries now, and he licked his lips in appreciation of them. If given enough time, he could bring her like this.
His hands on her hips, he arched her a bit more, bringing with it more contact. Her legs were shaking around him, and she had taken to biting her lip, her eyebrows pushed together, and her eyes rolling up to look above his head, even though he knew she wasn't really seeing anything. She had her arms braced to keep herself propped up in the perfect position. Traine leaned forward, capturing her mouth, and she kissed him back with a feverish heat that drew moans out of both of them. then, he held on tight to her, pulled away, and then plunging back in. She gave a surprised gasping moan, and he did it again, twice more, and her arms shook and she melted back into the couch.
Her chest was heaving, she was looking at him in a kind of daze, the kind she got when she was just letting the pleasure run wild, trusting in him, and his heart throbbed, and thus so did his cock. He took up an irregular rhythm, thrusting, grinding, and she couldn't brace herself for it. Her legs were tight against his sides, trembling from the effort, and he kept his eyes on her. Ever time her mouth would open, and he could see her throat flex as she choked back a sound. God, he loved her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her up, and took a few awkward crawls to brace her against the arm of the couch. She looked at him and her voice was breathy as she said his name. "Traine," and she said it again. "Traine."
She might have been trying to tell him something. In fact, she probably was, but his hips didn't wait for her to finish. She gave her muted 'Aahh's that were music to his ears as he thrust upwards into her, hearing her voice getting higher. He felt the tiniest bump on his last thrust, and her whole body tensed and jerked and her voice came out as clear as he knew it would. He didn't stop, knowing he had hit the end of her, a little below her cervix and she was melting around him with shudders and moans. She wouldn't come this way, but the limbo of pleasure destroyed a lot of the inhibitors that prevented her from voicing out how much she liked it.
Her hands gripped his hair and shoulder painfully, and he growled in response, opening his mouth and latching on to her neck, biting and sucking. "God... ahhh, God..." her voice groaned out, and she was in heaven, he knew.
"My name," he gasped out, "say it."
"Ahhh, Traine," she whimpered, "So good. Just like this, so good."
And he knew she wasn't lying. He couldn't keep it up eternally though. He was getting close, and while she was around the corner, too, he wouldn't last until then. He gave her a final kiss. Sloppy, wet, and a bit uncoordinated because they both couldn't breath through their noses properly at this point. Then he broke it, and leaned back so he could lift her higher. He stopped focusing on hitting the back and instead at the top wall. She clung to the arm and rolled her hips to meet him.
Traine groaned a bit, feeling her clenching around him. "Shit, not so tight," he gasped, though his hips picked up speed despite that. "Let me hold on a bit more," and his words were spaced out with each breath. She didn't relent much, but it was enough, and he looked down the line of her body at her, and wished he could just say that he loved her, but then she would have him. It wasn't that she didn't already have him, but the words would give it so much more power. His hips bucked up and her legs vibrated with the motion, and he could see it go clear up to her head.
"Again... again, again," she moaned, and she was trying to hold herself in that exact position, but she was getting weak, and hell, so was he, but he did it again. Over and over like she wanted, and her body fluxed between tight and loose and he was losing his breath as his orgasm rushed upwards.
"I want you, like this," he gasped, his hips thrust into her hard and her breath caught from the force of it. The dull thud of their bodies meeting punctuated his words as he came. "Be like," thud, "this," thud "for," thud, "me." His fingers tight around her waist, he leaned forward, a small grunt as he exploded, spilling out inside her as his hips get moving, the force no less as he ran his cock against her g-spot. He had to set her down after a while, but he compensated with a free hand to rub her clit, and she came with a shout.
Lying lax against the arm of the chair, Renee stared at nothing in particular. Traine leaned sideways against the back of the couch and he could feel himself dozing. He shifted, pulling out, and moved Renee so he could lay down next to her. She grumbled, shimmied aside, and then plastered herself to him. His pants were still partially on, but he didn't care. With her curled up against him, he kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes and wrinkled said nose. He let out a soft snort of amusement, but then his humor died as the silence stretched no for a few minutes.
"Be like this with just me," he said softly, and he fingers ran over her back, pulling her closer.
There was no response. Not a single sound other than breathing, and she didn't tighten up. He looked down at her sleeping face and snorted again. Figures.
There was a soft knock in his head. /Yeah?/
/They called to cancel./
Traine looked up at the clock. It was a quarter after six. /I thought you went home./
There was a pregnant pause before she replied with a formality that was quite impressive, /I thought she could use a little more rest, so I didn't disturb her./
Traine smiled and laughed softly. She had definitely come in to tell them and overheard what they were doing. /Thank you. Drive safe./
/Janitors come at eight,/ she replied, and the connection fizzled.
Stroking Renee's hair, he set his clock to seven and resolved that one day, he would tell her.
