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Butterfly	By : pip Category: 1 through F > Fringe Views: 2226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
They undressed giggling, like teenagers, and almost fell onto the bed together, indulging in more of those kisses. They deepened little by little as they explored each other's bodies.
She seemed to have her own mind about what she wanted, and Walter obliged, letting her take control as she sat astride him and sank down onto him slowly. It was a tight fit, but she was so utterly determined. Her breath caught about halfway, and she moaned as she took the rest of him inside. Walter closed his eyes to appreciate the sensation of her warmth, but then she moved, oh, far too quickly. Too sharp and shallow. Reaching out to embrace her, Walter let the heel of his palm press into her lower back, effectively keeping her still.
“Just stay,” he advised, and for all the time they had spent together, now it was suddenly as if their roles had reversed. Now he was the one who knew it all, and in his arms a novice. This gift she gave him... she had no idea how much he could take from her, and how much she would get in return. It made him feel protective.
Her hands were holding some of her weight, pressed into the bed at either side of his body, the inside of her wrists facing him. When he was certain she would remain still, he moved his hands back, loosely holding her wrists, moving his thumbs in gentle circles there as he gazed into her eyes. “Don't move,” he said, shaking his head. “Just feel.”
Clearly she didn't understand, so he encouraged her to move her upper body forward and down until she was laid flat against him, her legs still straddling him. He could feel the warmth and soft weight of her breasts pressed against his chest. With a thumb, he smudged her lipstick and then kissed her tenderly, letting his hands sweep down the sides of her waist so that she shivered in awareness of his touch.
He could feel her young muscles trembling, squeezing him both accidentally and on purpose, so that even though she was mainly still, it was as if her body longed to move. “Astrid,” he whispered, not missing the opportunity to look into her eyes as he got her name perfectly right. She was so, so beautiful, and so serious. He smiled at her, knowing she'd have to reply with a smile of her own, and that was the beginning of it. Her undoing.
“We're going to roll over,” Walter said then, moving his eyes left. “We're going to stay together.”
Astrid seemed dubious but she nodded. He showed her how, encouraging her to press so close as they moved. It worked, and yet the angle changed, making them both aware of the intimate connection between them. There were no secrets. He could feel her body, every single subtle twitch of muscle as his weight pressed her into the softness of the bed. It was easy to stay hard for her, inside her, even if he wasn't moving. Astrid was beautiful, and he knew he didn't deserve her body.
As if he were going a stage further, Walter encouraged her to lift one leg, kissing each of her toes one by one, tonguing the spaces behind and between. Astrid sighed.
“I'm usually ticklish,” she said softly. “Why aren't I ticklish?”
“Because I am loving you,” Walter said, and her eyes widened. “Making love to you.” So as to make his point, he rocked his weight against her but did not withdraw at all, and she whimpered. He was rocking his weight against her pubic bone and her clitoris. No woman could withstand that. Or at least, he had never met one who could.
The timbre of her little gasps of pleasure was escalating. Walter could hear it. “Shh...” he said as he continued to pepper kisses along her ankle and up towards her calf.
“Walter,” she said, “I can't... ohh...” He felt a myriad of trembling little contractions as her body drew closer to an orgasm, and he felt himself throb in response. It pushed her over the edge, and he held still for it, riding it out until the pressure slowed to an occasional spasm around him. She was warmer inside now, and Walter concentrated on not sliding inside her at all, keeping so utterly still.
Eventually, he dared to breathe, and he looked into her eyes. “Are you back with me, my dear?” he enquired. As if in answer to his question, her body squeezed him again – unconsciously – and he chuckled while she moaned and closed her eyes. “It's all right,” he said. “Let it go.”
“Walter?” She sounded so achingly lost, so he took hold of her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“I'm here.”
“I've just never... I mean, I...” She didn't need to explain.
“Can you take some more?” he asked, and she swallowed.
“Oh, yes!” And they both laughed, carefully. “You feel so,” she sighed. “So good.”
Slowly, Walter drew himself up so he was pressed right into her, then he rotated his hips slowly. Astrid hummed in pleasure, her head twisted to one side as if she was trying to stop it, but her body couldn't lie as it gave him another little crescendo.
She was so slippery now as he relaxed back down, making sure to readjust his weight so it would be comfortable for her. She was sweating, her skin shiny with it even in the dim light. Walter licked her skin where he could reach to taste her...
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He'd lost count of how many climaxes he'd drawn from her, but she wasn't insensible. They were together as he finally moved, sliding partly out of her, then back in. She sobbed, and he knew exactly where she was, because he was there too. They kissed for a long minute or two, before he repeated the movement, and she sobbed again.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes. “I feel so... like I've never been this close to anyone else.”
“We are one,” said Walter, reassuring her, kissing her cheeks and tasting those tears where they had fallen. He moved again; they inhaled together, her breasts pressing up into him. Walter rested his forehead against hers. Her skin was hot and familiar, and he couldn't imagine being parted from her.
“Aren't you going to tell me not to cry?” she asked, wonderingly.
“No,” he said, smiling, because his vision was becoming misty as well.
“I... Can I really feel your heart beating?” She held out a palm, and Walter let her press it against his chest. Her hands were so small and delicate. Walter breathed deliberately as she smiled. “I can,” she whispered, “I can feel your pulse inside me. It matches mine.”
“Walter...!” Astrid shivered, in the grip of another slow wave of pleasure that made her body release to him. And yet it was hearing his name rather than the physical sensation that got to him. Hearing her speak his name, while being so intimate. He slipped a little, and Walter gasped, closing his eyes as if that could stave it off.
“I'm very close, Astrid,” he said, his voice shaking.
“I know. It's all right, Walter.”
“You must be with me, you understand?” And then she embraced him, with her whole being. He could feel the warmth of her body surrounding him, her arms and legs wrapped around him. But her chi was humbling – he felt it all around him, youthful and vibrant.
“I'm with you,” she said, and he let go, left with the sensation of giving in to her, but instead of leaving him lost, he was found.
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Some time later, Walter opened his eyes. He still felt warm and loved. Physically they were parted, but their intimacy was still holding strong. “Astro, we have to get up.” He nudged her gently. “The others will be checking in soon.”
She stretched in his arms like a cat, a deep satisfied moan spilling from her lips. “I could sleep here for a week, with you.”
“They can't find us,” Walter said, trying to inject some urgency into his voice. He wasn't sure if he was all that successful.
“Okay... I'm...” She paused, an adorable frown drawing her eyebrows together. “Astro?”
“Astrid.” Walter corrected himself automatically.
“Right. I was so sure you knew all along,” she said, smiling, as she sat up and looked around for her clothes, snagging them towards her with a lazy hand. “Did you ever really forget my name?”
“Unfortunately, I forget most of the time.” Walter began dressing as she did, while they shared long loitering looks and occasional touches.
“Okay. Back to normal then, I guess.”
“That would be a kindness on your part, my dear,” Walter observed, and she gave him a tolerant look of amusement and devotion. Then she laid the palm of her hand against the side of his face. They were still entangled, and it felt good.
“Ok, Walter,” she said, forgiving, taking his hand to lead him back into the main body of the lab. He followed where she went like an addict.
She was so beautiful, so young, and... “she could get pregnant” was emblazoned across his brain for a moment while his giddy self-satisfied smile faded abruptly to a concerned frown. One Peter was really enough. The multiverse might not survive him procreating again. “Do you take birth control?” he asked casually. Astrid, who had been having a glass of much-needed water, suddenly spluttered and coughed.
“Let me worry about that, Walter,” she said, when she was able to speak. And that was that.

To be continued...
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