Our little Angel(s)

Our Little Angel(s)

By AnitaB Chapter 4: possibilities

Rating: NC-17 for sex

See 1st chapter for disclaimers
Thoughts indicated inside // //

AN: Gatekeeper is partially responsible from here on unless noted otherwise. Still NC-17.

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Zack sat hunched over a beer in a bar on the bad side of town. Maybe if someone picked a fight with him, he would be able to stop feeling and thinking. //Yeah, a nice fight would put me in soldier mode and relieve stress. Yeah, a nice fight would help. Until then, though, the beer would have to numb me enough. Maxine Cale. //

Suddenly his pager shook against his skin-- vibration attracted less attention than an incessant beeping. //Good. Maybe a nice emergency will make me stop feeling.// Zack was always uncomfortable with his own emotions. Moving to the phone outside, Zack called his contact number and listened to the new message.

"Zack, it's Syl, I need your help. Please meet me at 3rd and Waterfront, as soon as you can, please hurry."

Maybe she needed help in an attack, something violent and dangerous. Sliding onto his bike he rushed towards 3rd and Waterfront.

A small blonde figure huddled against a large black bike.

"Syl, are you alright? Are you hurt?" He stepped off the bike towards her. The second he took off his helmet, he knew what was wrong--at least part of the problem. The pheromones swirling around Syl could only mean she was in the fever. Every muscle in Zack's body tensed in response to the open invitation her body projected in scent.

"Zack, I didn't know if you'd come. You can tell what's wrong?" Her step forward was matched by his step back.

He nodded, "I can smell it."

"Then you know I can't go out there alone. I'll do something I'll regret. I need someone to keep me from doing something I'll regret. Someone I trust, will you help me?"

Zack paused to think. He couldn't let her down but in his current state he wasn't sure she could trust him. The X-5 programming definitely had his biochemistry reacting in kind to hers.

"I'll help you, Syl. Let's get you inside." Both getting back on their bikes, Zack led her back to his place. His helmet and the wind dispersed the pheromones during the trip but the scent was nearly overwhelming within feet of the apartment door. //Oh, God. I don't if I can do this. //

The look in Syl's eyes was half guarded and half inviting as she sat down facing him. Her biology said this man in front of her was a fine specimen, a gorgeous man, a worthy mate. Her mind said this was Zack, her friend and ally, someone she shouldn't be thinking about in a physical way. Syl shouldn't be wondering how it would feel to have his arms around her, his lips on hers, his body filling hers. //Blue Lady, what am I doing? This is Zack. I know it's just the fever, I can control it. // She dropped her eyes and carefully studied the floor.

Zack was in a similar quandary. Sitting before him was a gorgeous woman simply screaming need in every line of her body. But she'd come to him for help getting through her fever, not to push him to the same height of need.

"There's food in the frig and I'll get you some clothes to sleep in." Zack disappeared around the corner and returned with a t-shirt and sweat pants.

"Thank you, Zack."

"Syl, you should try to sleep."

She stood with the clothes clutched to her chest to find herself only inches from Zack. The heat of his body along the length of hers and bre breath brushing her lips froze her in place. If she moved at all, she'd step closer and she'd regret it later. Well maybe she'd regret it.

Zack swayed a little with his eyes locked on her lips. He caught himself and stepped away sharply. "Bed and bathroom through there. I'll keep watch out here."

Syl blinked, seemed to get her control back and walked very carefully into the bathroom. The clothes clutched in her arms smelled like Zack. //Blue Lady, I don't think I can do this// she thought as she pulled the thin fabric and his scent around her body. //Sleep, I should sleep.//

Syl stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom and felt Zack's eyes follow her movements.

Zack's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Syl dressed in his clothes and climbing into his bed. The ache of need inside him built. She was so close, so beautiful. //Get a hold of yourself, soldier, you're sleeping on the couch.//

"Goodnight, Syl, call me if you need me."

"Goodnight, Zack." Syl cuddled down into the blankets, reveling in the male scent filling the sheets. Maybe that would be enough to keep her out of the living room and away from Zack. Maybe.

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Sleep eventually overtook them both, slowly. Zack--sitting on the couch still fully dressed-- twitched in his sleep. His hands clenched and a small sound escaped his throat. It sounded a little like the word "Syl" but it was garbled quite a bit.

Syl, in the next room curled into a little ball in the middle of Zack's bed, was losing her battle to stay asleep. Her dreams--far from relaxing her--were tightening her nerves further. Zack in varying stages of undress and invitation paraded throher her head. His scent surrounding her dragged more reality into the dreams.

"Zack!" The sound of her own voice crying out his name ripped away the last shreds of sleep. The hollow ache inside her filled her senses and his scent teased her.

But this smell wasn't the same scent in the sheets. This version held pheromones of its own and the distinct musk of arousal. "Blue Lady, no, don't let this happen." Syl turned to kneel beside the bed continuing the prayer for strength. In the silence between her frantic pleadings Syl heard a moan.

"Zack?" She crept, suddenly in soldier mode, down the hall to the living room, both the scent and sounds getting stronger. "Zack?"

She turned the corner silently and scanned the room for danger--nothing. Leaning over Zack's form on the couch, Syl was overwhelmed by need. His scent was pure aroused male. The sweat on his face begged to be kissed off. The sounds forcing their way from his lips resembled her name. The tension in his hard-muscled body pleaded to be caressed away.

"Zack," Syl knelt by the couch bing ing her fingertips across his brow. He turned away from her touch, murmuring her name.

//It's too late now, Zack. There's no turning away from me, now.// Springing up, Syl straddled Zack on the couch as his eyes opened.

"Syl! What..."

She caught his hands and pinned them down, leaning forward to brush her lips across his. He struggled against her a little, the change in his position settling her against his hips. A groan escaped them both at the feel of his hardness against her heat.

"Syl...ahh...don't. We shouldn't do this." He tried to get his hands free and failed. Syl pressed harder against him and attacked his lips with her own. Responding involuntarily he opened to her kiss. The heat of her body against his and the feel of her mouth plundering his brought a different kind of struggle to his body. Now he was fighting himself for control.

Rallying himself, Zack pushed Syl back against the other arm of the couch, pinning her hands down.

"Syl," Zack groaned as her body tried to press against his, her lips reaching for him. "Syl... you know you're in the fever, so try to think. Is this something you'll regret in the morning?"

"Don't tell me you don't want this, Zack. I can feel it, smell it. You're just as ready for this as I am." Zack leaned harder on her hands, putting more space between their bodies.

"I want you, you know that. But you asked me to keep you from doing something--someone--you'd regret. Will you regret this, will you regret me when the fever fades?"

"Oh, Zack. I won't regret us. I need you. Touch me, please touch me."

The tone in her voice stole the last of his will power and Zack released her hands. Burying his fingers in her hair, he pulled her lips to his, kissing her ravenously. Syl's hands immediately attacked his leather jacket--forcing his hands from her long enough to pull the leather off and throw it aside.

A harsh moan filled the air between them as Zack slid both hands up her ribs under the shirt. The rough skin of his hands abraded her breasts, pulling a sequence of pleasure sounds from her. His hands stayed where they were as Syl pealed the shirt off over her head and pressed harder into his touch.

"Zack, please."

"I need to feel you, Syl." Pealing off his own shirt, Zack jerked her into his arms pressing her against him, skin to skin. "Syl, god, Syl." He lifted her head and dragged his lips down her throat, gently licking and biting the skin-- marking her as his.

Syl's hands scaled his back before twining through his hair and guiding his mouth lower. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he obeyed, lifting her high enough to tease the soft skin of her breasts with the hard edge of his teeth.

She arched against him, nimbly wrapping her legs around his waist. Bracing her with his hands on her thighs, Zack stood and carried Syl down the hall to his bed. Pushing her down to the mattress, Zack kicked off his shoes and began to unfasten his pants. Syl watched hungrily, licking her lips and trailing her fingers up and down his six-pack. Wearing only a pair of boxers, Zack stretched out in Syl's arms.

"Oh, baby, Syl." He pressed the tip of his tongue between her lips, teasing and coaxing a deeper response from her. Kissing him eagerly, Syl wrapped her legs around him and pushed the boxers down his hips and off with her feet. Her heels pressed him harder between her legs, crying out at his hardness so close--but not close enough. Her sweatpants were in the way.

Apparently, Zack agreed, suckling her hardened nipple as he stripped the sweat pants off her body. Pressing himself back against her, Zack muffled his moan against her breast. Syl's cries, however, weren't muffled by anything and echoed in the small room.

Moving up her body to kiss her, Zack whispered into her mouth, "Syl, you're so wet. Are you ready?"

Arching, rocking against him, Syl cried out "Yes, Zack. Now, Please!"

"Syl, Baby." Zack cradled her face in his hands and watched her expression change as he eased himself inside her. //Oh God, she's so beautiful.// Pressing deep and still inside her, Zack tenderly kissed her lips, feeling emotions he'd never felt before.

"Zack," She tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper and rocking against him. He moved within her, a deep plunging rhythm to match her movements beneath him.

Syl locked her eyes to his, reveling in the full pressure and friction of Zack inside her. The expression on his face as he pushed her closer to climax warmed her heart. //Oh, Zack. Could you really feel that for me? //

"Syl, baby, come for me." He increased the pace, filling her with more force yet still careful to not cause pain. One hand stroked her breast as the other put gentle pressure on the sensitive flesh surrounding him. "Come on, baby. Come on, Syl."

She tightened around him, crying out his name as she climaxed. Her hands--still running through his hair--pulled his lips to hers for a thorough kiss.

"Syl, honey" Zack buried his face in her throat, muffling her name against her skin as his heat filled her.

Lifting his head, Zack gazed into her eyes. "Any regrets?"

Syl smiled, leaned up, and set her teeth in the skin of his neck hard enough to mark but not draw blood. He groaned, shifting to give her more access. "No, Zack. No regrets at all." Gently kissing him, she whispered against his lips. "I don't regret us at all."

Zack smiled, rolling to his back and pulling a blanket over hers. "Good."

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Zack was sprawled out on his bed on his stomach. Waking slowly, the scent of the air reminded him of the night he'd had. Rolling to his side, he reached for Syl, curling the fingers of one hand into her blonde hair.

She rolled towards him, settling into his arms. "Good morning, Zack."

He nuzzled one of the many small hickeys on her neck, "Good morning, Syl." She ran a fingertip over the bite mark still set in his neck. He pressed closer, aroused at the reminder of her mark in his flesh.

"So, it's morning. Do you regret it, yet? Or are you interested in me without the fever?"

She considered it. Knowing her hormones had fallen to normal human levels, she searched for desire inside herself and found it. The memory of his kiss burned, creating the need for another. His fingers tangled in her hair sent a buzz through her system. The heat of his body-naked and close to her own--reminded her of how it felt to suffer the height of the fever.

Pushing him to his back, Syl knelt across Zack's hips, resting her forearms on his chest. "Yes, I'm still interested in you, Zack. I still want you..." She got lost in the look of awe Zack sent up to her. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her down to his mouth.

"Syl, honey." Zack pressed his lips to hers, one hand sliding to the small of her back to press her against his body. "I want you."

Licking the bite mark on his neck, Syl rocked her hips against his erection and whispered in his ear. "I'm here," She slipped her tongue between his lips to taste him, tease him. "I want you, Zack."

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