Our little Angel(s)
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1 through F › Dark Angel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,784
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 6: Missing you
Title: Our Little Angel(s)
By AnitaB
Rating:NC-17, yes, there’s sex
See 1st chapter for disclaimers
chapter 6: Missing you
Thoughts indicated between // //
***
Syl wandered out to the living room--again dressed in Zack's t-shirt and boxers. He'd left this morning to run an errand and said he'd be back later. The look in his eyes as Zack had left her arms had been sweet, like he hadn't wanted to leave. After dressing, Zack had pulled her blanket and all into his arms, buried his fingers in her hair and dragged her lips to his. The strength and need in his embrace had taken her breath away. Reluctantly releasing her lips, Zack had smiled into her eyes.
"Syl, I'll be back soon. Wait for me?"
Slowly, uncurling her fingers from his leather jacket, Syl had brushed her lips against his. "I'll be here."
That was an hour ago, now Syl was sitting curled up on the couch, reveling in Zack's scent. It filled the whole apartment but was stronger here on the couch, in the blankets and on her own skin.
It felt good to smell like Zack, to have the memory of his touch, his kiss. Zack's touch had done something to her deep inside.
Thinking back, Syl wondered why she'd called him. All X-5's knew that the fever could affect the X-5's around them, that was why Manticore had suppressed the mating cycles of most of its soldiers. She should have known her cycle would put Zack into a false fever. So why had she called? Syl hadn't wanted to be alone, and she hadn't wanted to wake up beside some man whose name she didn't even know. She wanted sex to mean something and it had. Zack's eyes gazing into hers, his voice calling her name, the harsh rasp of the words 'baby' and 'honey' on his lips, the warm emotions in his eyes--it had meant a lot more than either of them had intended. It had complicated everything. But she couldn't regret it.
She could barely wait for Zack to come home. Syl missed him already and the scent and memory of him just wasn't enough.
***
Zack found himself wanting to go home simply because Syl was there waiting for him. //God, I miss her already. How can it be this intense so soon?// Syl's fevad dad dissipated overnight yet they'd wanted each other just as intensely the next morning. And if Zack's urge to go home was any indication, they'd come together just as eagerly as soon as they were alone in the same room.
Zack, the man of little emotion, was speeding through the Seattle streets to get a woman he cared about intensely into his arms. Yet he wasn't running screaming from the emotional attachment or comforting himself with the idea that feelings aren't real. This thing between him and Syl was very real and Zack couldn't wait to get back to her and feel that same intensity. //God, I miss her.//
Stepping inside his own front door, Zack felt a weapon pressed to his chest. Following the arm back up to the body, he gazed into Syl's face. //How could she be more beautiful now than when I left this morning?// Responding more to her expression and body language more than to the knife in her hand, Zack smiled sardonically and pressed closer, forcing her to either stab him or not.
Syl's hand flattened against his chest dropping the small knife to the floor as he closed the space between them.
"Is it wise to attack a man in his own house?" Zack took the step that placed his body flush against hers.
Sliding both hands up his chest to twine around his neck, Syl purred "Is it a bad idea to get this close to you, Zack?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning closer, he spoke only inches from her lips, "Usually yes, it's a very bad idea, but you seem to be immune."
Trailing her fingertips over the bite mark in his neck, "I'm not immune to you, Zack, you have a big effect on me." The heat in her eyes burned him.
//Good, then we're on equal ground.// Zack crushed her lips under his, reveling in the taste of her kiss and her quick response to him. Wrapping a hand in her hair, Zack pressed her harder against him, groaning at the contact.
Needing more contact herself, Syl braced her arms around his neck and lifted herself enough to wrap her legs around his waist.
"Oh,God, Syl." Zack turned and pressed Syl against the wall, leaning heavily into her body. "I need you."
"Zack," Undulating against him, Syl again pried his leather jacket off. //He looks good in leather, but Blue Lady, it's hard to take off.// Leaning in, she ran the tip of her tongue over the bite mark on his neck, threatening just a little with the edge of her teeth.
He groaned, chasing her lips with his before Syl could bite him again. His self control was weak enough and the feel of her marking him could break it. Her taste and the movements of her body were damaging his control already.
Impatient, Syl grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and tore it open down through the hem. His low groan synchronized with Syl's nails sinking into the skin of his back.
"Syl, honey." He interrupted himself with a kiss before completing a thought. "You push me past self control."
"I like it when you lose control," she licked the mark on his neck and dug her nails into the small of his back. "So let go."
Lifting her away from the wall, Zack lowered them both to the floor, nestling himself between her legs. "You want me to lose control?" He rocked against her, turning her "yes" into a low moan. Zack searched her face for hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he picked up her knife and cut the t-shirt from her body.
"Zack … Yes." That near-scream pushed him even further towards losing control as he jerked the cloth away and scorched her torso with lips, teeth, and tongue. Twining her fingers through his hair, Syl guided him to the aching tips of her breasts, "Please." Obeying momentarily, he suckled and lapped at her, constantly tracing rough fingertips up and down her back.
"I need you, Baby. Syl, I want you." Leaving her breasts and kneeling between her ankles, Zack peeled the boxers off her body. Caressing his hands along the toned muscle and soft skin of her legs, he marveled at her. "God, baby, you're so beautiful." Leaning down to run his lips up her thigh, he whispered, "And you're mine" and bit the skin of her inner thigh--marking her as she'd marked him. Gasping, her body arched up into the touch and she lost control.
"Zack." with her hands in his hair, Syl tugged him up over her. He groaned at the need burning in her eyes. "Now, I need you now, Zack." Pushing him to his back, she attacked his last item of clothing--dragging his pants down his legs. His gasp as she stroked his erection was music to Syl's ears. //Blue Lady, he's beautiful.// Moving up, Syl settled over him-- not allowing entrance yet, just feeling his hardness against her.
"Oh, God, please. Syl, baby, please." Zack's hands clamped on her hips, rocking against her, begging her to join them. Raising up slightly, Syl slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling every inch of him pressing inside--filling her.
"Ahhh...yesss."
Eyes locked, they moved together urgently, hurrying towards completion. Zack pulled her down to his chest, burying his face in her hair and rolling her under him. Burying himself to the hilt with each thrust, Zack eagerly watched the climax building in Syl's face. //So close, Syl, come closer.// Pressing harder and deeper against and inside her, Zack kissed her eagerly--his tongue plunging with the same rhythm as his body. Their shared climax was fast approaching as her nails marked his back and his fingers clenched on her hips.
Staring into her eyes, Zack rubbed a thumb along the bite on her inner thigh, cradled her cheek in his other hand, and whispered "mine, you're mine" against her lips. His possessive claim heightened the climax beginning to crash over her and Syl screamed out his name in pleasure. Clenching around him, Syl treasured the sound of her name on his lips and his release filling her with heat.
"Syl, darling, I missed you."
Brushing his hair back and smiling into his eyes, she responded as much to the emotion in his face as to his words. "I missed you, too."
***
By AnitaB
Rating:NC-17, yes, there’s sex
See 1st chapter for disclaimers
chapter 6: Missing you
Thoughts indicated between // //
***
Syl wandered out to the living room--again dressed in Zack's t-shirt and boxers. He'd left this morning to run an errand and said he'd be back later. The look in his eyes as Zack had left her arms had been sweet, like he hadn't wanted to leave. After dressing, Zack had pulled her blanket and all into his arms, buried his fingers in her hair and dragged her lips to his. The strength and need in his embrace had taken her breath away. Reluctantly releasing her lips, Zack had smiled into her eyes.
"Syl, I'll be back soon. Wait for me?"
Slowly, uncurling her fingers from his leather jacket, Syl had brushed her lips against his. "I'll be here."
That was an hour ago, now Syl was sitting curled up on the couch, reveling in Zack's scent. It filled the whole apartment but was stronger here on the couch, in the blankets and on her own skin.
It felt good to smell like Zack, to have the memory of his touch, his kiss. Zack's touch had done something to her deep inside.
Thinking back, Syl wondered why she'd called him. All X-5's knew that the fever could affect the X-5's around them, that was why Manticore had suppressed the mating cycles of most of its soldiers. She should have known her cycle would put Zack into a false fever. So why had she called? Syl hadn't wanted to be alone, and she hadn't wanted to wake up beside some man whose name she didn't even know. She wanted sex to mean something and it had. Zack's eyes gazing into hers, his voice calling her name, the harsh rasp of the words 'baby' and 'honey' on his lips, the warm emotions in his eyes--it had meant a lot more than either of them had intended. It had complicated everything. But she couldn't regret it.
She could barely wait for Zack to come home. Syl missed him already and the scent and memory of him just wasn't enough.
***
Zack found himself wanting to go home simply because Syl was there waiting for him. //God, I miss her already. How can it be this intense so soon?// Syl's fevad dad dissipated overnight yet they'd wanted each other just as intensely the next morning. And if Zack's urge to go home was any indication, they'd come together just as eagerly as soon as they were alone in the same room.
Zack, the man of little emotion, was speeding through the Seattle streets to get a woman he cared about intensely into his arms. Yet he wasn't running screaming from the emotional attachment or comforting himself with the idea that feelings aren't real. This thing between him and Syl was very real and Zack couldn't wait to get back to her and feel that same intensity. //God, I miss her.//
Stepping inside his own front door, Zack felt a weapon pressed to his chest. Following the arm back up to the body, he gazed into Syl's face. //How could she be more beautiful now than when I left this morning?// Responding more to her expression and body language more than to the knife in her hand, Zack smiled sardonically and pressed closer, forcing her to either stab him or not.
Syl's hand flattened against his chest dropping the small knife to the floor as he closed the space between them.
"Is it wise to attack a man in his own house?" Zack took the step that placed his body flush against hers.
Sliding both hands up his chest to twine around his neck, Syl purred "Is it a bad idea to get this close to you, Zack?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning closer, he spoke only inches from her lips, "Usually yes, it's a very bad idea, but you seem to be immune."
Trailing her fingertips over the bite mark in his neck, "I'm not immune to you, Zack, you have a big effect on me." The heat in her eyes burned him.
//Good, then we're on equal ground.// Zack crushed her lips under his, reveling in the taste of her kiss and her quick response to him. Wrapping a hand in her hair, Zack pressed her harder against him, groaning at the contact.
Needing more contact herself, Syl braced her arms around his neck and lifted herself enough to wrap her legs around his waist.
"Oh,God, Syl." Zack turned and pressed Syl against the wall, leaning heavily into her body. "I need you."
"Zack," Undulating against him, Syl again pried his leather jacket off. //He looks good in leather, but Blue Lady, it's hard to take off.// Leaning in, she ran the tip of her tongue over the bite mark on his neck, threatening just a little with the edge of her teeth.
He groaned, chasing her lips with his before Syl could bite him again. His self control was weak enough and the feel of her marking him could break it. Her taste and the movements of her body were damaging his control already.
Impatient, Syl grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and tore it open down through the hem. His low groan synchronized with Syl's nails sinking into the skin of his back.
"Syl, honey." He interrupted himself with a kiss before completing a thought. "You push me past self control."
"I like it when you lose control," she licked the mark on his neck and dug her nails into the small of his back. "So let go."
Lifting her away from the wall, Zack lowered them both to the floor, nestling himself between her legs. "You want me to lose control?" He rocked against her, turning her "yes" into a low moan. Zack searched her face for hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he picked up her knife and cut the t-shirt from her body.
"Zack … Yes." That near-scream pushed him even further towards losing control as he jerked the cloth away and scorched her torso with lips, teeth, and tongue. Twining her fingers through his hair, Syl guided him to the aching tips of her breasts, "Please." Obeying momentarily, he suckled and lapped at her, constantly tracing rough fingertips up and down her back.
"I need you, Baby. Syl, I want you." Leaving her breasts and kneeling between her ankles, Zack peeled the boxers off her body. Caressing his hands along the toned muscle and soft skin of her legs, he marveled at her. "God, baby, you're so beautiful." Leaning down to run his lips up her thigh, he whispered, "And you're mine" and bit the skin of her inner thigh--marking her as she'd marked him. Gasping, her body arched up into the touch and she lost control.
"Zack." with her hands in his hair, Syl tugged him up over her. He groaned at the need burning in her eyes. "Now, I need you now, Zack." Pushing him to his back, she attacked his last item of clothing--dragging his pants down his legs. His gasp as she stroked his erection was music to Syl's ears. //Blue Lady, he's beautiful.// Moving up, Syl settled over him-- not allowing entrance yet, just feeling his hardness against her.
"Oh, God, please. Syl, baby, please." Zack's hands clamped on her hips, rocking against her, begging her to join them. Raising up slightly, Syl slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling every inch of him pressing inside--filling her.
"Ahhh...yesss."
Eyes locked, they moved together urgently, hurrying towards completion. Zack pulled her down to his chest, burying his face in her hair and rolling her under him. Burying himself to the hilt with each thrust, Zack eagerly watched the climax building in Syl's face. //So close, Syl, come closer.// Pressing harder and deeper against and inside her, Zack kissed her eagerly--his tongue plunging with the same rhythm as his body. Their shared climax was fast approaching as her nails marked his back and his fingers clenched on her hips.
Staring into her eyes, Zack rubbed a thumb along the bite on her inner thigh, cradled her cheek in his other hand, and whispered "mine, you're mine" against her lips. His possessive claim heightened the climax beginning to crash over her and Syl screamed out his name in pleasure. Clenching around him, Syl treasured the sound of her name on his lips and his release filling her with heat.
"Syl, darling, I missed you."
Brushing his hair back and smiling into his eyes, she responded as much to the emotion in his face as to his words. "I missed you, too."
***