TITLE: World Without End (9/?)
AUTHOR: Rachel Anton
E-MAIL: RAnton1013@aol.com
smut delivery!!
I really hope that's the noise she makes when she has an orgasm and not the one she makes when she's in extreme anguish. It must be the orgasm one because in between her screaming bloody murder she's grinding her crotch into my face and pulling my hair and her whole body is jerking all over the place like she just got electrocuted.
Damn. I know I'm good but I didn't think I was that good.
As soon as I crawl back up to lie next to her though, to hold her and bask in the glory of my sexual prowess, my confidence falls through the floor. She's crying again. And laughing and shaking and as soon as I get off her she sits up and curls up into a ball, her knees against her chest, and her arms wrapped around herself.
"Dana? God, are you okay?"
I touch her shoulder lightly and she actually fucking flinches. Christ, what the hell did I do now?
"Dana, please talk to me. Did I hurt you or something?"
She starts giggling and tears flow over her face.
"Was it bad?"
She looks at me like I just grew a second head and shakes her head emphatically. Her eyes are wide as saucers. She's so fucking beautiful. I just want to hold her. I don't understand why she's freaking the fuck out on me.
"It was…Alex…God…"
"It was what? Please talk to me, baby, you're scaring me."
I try to touch her again and she slides further away from me.
"I can't…I…God, I'm sorry. I just…it's just been so…long."
Tell me about it woman. Jesus. She seems to not be crying anymore but she's shivering and rubbing her arms over her legs.
"Are you cold? Come under the blanket with me."
I pull the blanket over myself and manage to touch her without making her cry again. She lies down and curls up against me and I reach out to hold her but she turns over and then back and then back again.
"Dana?"
"God, it's just been soooooo long!"
She laughs again and I start to feel a little better. I start to feel like maybe she's just happy.
"How long, Dana?"
"God, I don't even know. It's probably been…well, since I had an orgasm with another human being in the room I'd say it's probably been close to fifteen years now."
Fifteen whats?
"You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious." She wipes her eyes and settles down next to me. She throws her arm over my chest and kisses the side of my neck. "Thank you, Alex."
"Fifteen years?!"
I just cannot get past this. It's inconceivable.
"Yes, fifteen years. Can we not dwell on my pathetic excuse for a sex life please."
"I'm sorry, Dana. I just can't even imagine…I mean, have you been with anybody? I mean has anybody tried?"
"Yes and no."
God, that's the worst possible answer.
"Christ, that's pathetic. Dana, you deserve to have a fucking army of sex slaves whose sole purpose in life is getting you off."
"I didn't want an army."
Right. She wanted Mulder. And Mulder thought she deserved something better and so she got something worse. What a fucking fool. At least he probably would have been able to make her come.
"Well, now you've got an army of one."
She smiles and hitches her leg over mine and I start tracing patterns on her thigh with my fingers. I want to go a little higher but I don't want her to start wigging on me.
"Can I do it again, Dana?"
"What?"
"I wanna make you come again. Will you let me?"
I move my hand around to the inside of her thigh and stroke her skin lightly. She shivers and pulls my hand away, puts it back on the outside of her leg.
"I can't Alex. It's too…it would hurt I think if you even tried."
"Well, okay. Not now. But soon. You've got a lot of orgasms to make up for, young lady. And I intend to make catching you up my life's work."
"Mmm, sounds like a plan."
She buries her head in my chest and I run my fingers through her hair, fanning it out so that it covers me like another blanket. God, I love that hair.
"What about you Alex?" she murmurs against me. "Are you…I mean, was it all right?"
All right? She's got to be joking.
"Dana, how can you even ask?"
"Well, last time I asked you said you felt like you were dying. That's not really a terrific feeling."
"That's a compliment, Dana. Trust me."
"How? I mean, if I took out my gun and shot you right now, you're saying it would feel the same as having sex with me? How's that a compliment?"
"It's…I don't really mean it's the same thing. I mean, it's just the same in that it's so…so…I guess so difficult to describe really."
She laughs and shakes her head and I almost moan out loud at the feel of her silky skin and hair rubbing against my chest.
"What?"
"I don't know, Alex, it's just funny. I mean you can get up in front of hundreds of people, tell them what they're gonna do and how they're gonna do it, right down to when they can pee that day, and one roll in the proverbial hay with me and you're speechless. I think it's adorable."
Adorable? God, it must have been a million years since this woman's gotten laid if she's calling me adorable. I've never been called adorable in my entire life. Not even by my mother.
"Adorable?
"Yes, you're adorable. And you know what else is adorable?"
"Hmm?"
Out of absolutely nowhere I feel her fist tighten around my cock, which, without my real knowledge or concern, seems to have been hard this entire time.
"This," she says with an evil tone as she starts to stroke me.
"Th…that?"
"Mmm, well maybe adorable's not quite the right word. I do adore it though. I didn't really get a good look at it until now. Not hard anyway. I mean I felt it. Inside me. But it has been a long time. I wasn't sure if it felt bigger than it actually was."
"Uh…"
Is she really talking about my dick? This is the most surreal night ever. God, that voice. She has got the most amazingly hot voice sometimes.
"I think it might actually be even bigger than it felt though. God Alex, it's so thick. I can't even get my whole hand around it. Look."
Oh Jesus. I can't look. If I look I think I'm gonna come and if I come she might stop talking about how wonderful my cock is and that would really upset me right now.
"Smuh…small hands," I sputter out and she laughs softly into my ear.
"Maybe. Still though, it's a beautiful cock Alex. It's just right. Smooth and silky, hot and hard, long but not too long for me to take it all down my throat…"
What? Oh God. What did she just say? Who IS this woman?
"It felt so good inside me, Alex. Made me feel so full, so good. And in my hand, right now, it's so heavy and full, throbbing…God, Alex…"
I wanna fuck her again. I wanna fuck her so bad I think I might weep. She is tired though, and she just said she couldn't really stand any more stimulation right now. If she keeps touching me like that and saying those things though I don't know if I'm gonna be able to stop myself. Control, God, get some control. Where is my control?
"Um…you don't…we…don't…have…to, oh Jesus!"
Her hand tightens around me and she looks up at me with a sexy pout that makes me want to lick her face like a puppy dog.
"I mean you…you seem so…tired."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not gonna be able to sleep with your cock poking at me all night."
"Um…it'll go away. If you just…mmmmaah…if we just leave it alone, it'll go away eventually."
Like maybe by tomorrow. Jesus, what the fuck is she doing to me?
Suddenly her hand is gone and she's pulling away a little bit.
"Do you want me to go, Alex?"
I have no idea where that notion came from. How did we switch gears so completely, so suddenly? Maybe I've offended her somehow.
"Cause I mean, I can sleep in my own room if you'd rather…" God, are those tears welling in her eyes? Oh God, what did I do?
"Dana, what are you talking about?"
"If you'd rather I didn't stay. I mean, it's okay. I understand."
"Of course I want you to stay. Dana, I asked you to come to bed because I want you to stay here."
Every night. For the rest of my life.
"You're sure? It's not gonna bother you?"
"It would bother me if you left. I don't even understand why you're asking me this. Come here. Please."
I pull her back and she snuggles against me, seeming somewhat comforted.
"Okay then, I'll just lie here, my naked body pressed against yours, and we'll wait for your little friend to settle down."
She curls back against me and wraps her leg even tighter around my thigh. Her nails rake lightly over my chest and around my stomach. I wonder if this crazy little girl will ever stop confusing me.
"Just don't pay attention to the way my breath feels on your chest. Or the way my finger tips feel brushing over your thighs as I fall asleep here. Or the fact that you can still smell me in your bed."
Okay, I guess it's safe to assume she doesn't want it to go away. But I'm still not completely sure about her intentions.
"I thought…I thought you didn't want…"
"I don't. Just close your eyes, Alex."
"I'm confused…"
"Just close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll take care of you."
I close my eyes and try to relax a little bit, thinking maybe she really does just want to go to sleep. I take a few deep breaths and a moment passes and I feel her breath, hot and steady against my chest and then suddenly, her hand is back on my dick and her tongue is on my skin.
I whimper pathetically and she shushes me.
"It's okay, just close your eyes and let me take care of you."
Her fingers are light and soft, drumming on my cock steadily and her mouth is all over the place, licking and kissing and sucking. I feel her moving towards the ruined part of me and for the second time tonight
her tongue caresses me there. Combined with what she's doing with her hand, it's enough to make me cry. I've never known anything like this. I've never felt this kind of care and genuine affection from another person in my entire life. I've never felt so close to the edge. Control…I have no control. And then I think I finally understand a little bit. That's what she wants. She wants me to lose control with her, to be vulnerable and at her mercy. That's why she got upset when I tried to stop her.
"Dana…"
I think there was something I wanted to say but I can't really think anymore. So I just moan and shiver and jerk into her hand.
"Shh, it'll go away, remember?" she whispers and I shake my head back and forth on the pillow.
"I…I don't think so."
"Sure it will. If I do this…"
And then I'm suddenly surrounded in the hottest, wettest, softest place in the history of the world. My eyes pop open, partially out of shock and partially out of curiosity. I'm not sure until I look if it's her pussy or her mouth.
Then I see that ocean of red spread out over my thighs and my stomach and the sheets, bobbing slowly up and down. Mouth. It's her fucking mouth. I love her hair but this is something I've got to see and right now it's in the way.
I reach down and gather as much of it as I can in my hand and pull it back away from her face, holding it in a half-assed pony tail on the side of her head as she takes me into her. All the way in. And then slowly back out again.
One time I heard a couple of the guys here talking about Doctor Scully's blow job lips. After I kicked the shit out of them, I gave some thought to their conversation and decided that they had a point. Little did I know how good a point it was. The sight of those lips on my cock is enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
I guess it's no shock to anyone when I reach orgasm in a matter of seconds. She seems absolutely ready for it, riding out the waves with me, swallowing every drop that I shoot into her mouth without complaint. As I said, I'm not surprised, but I'm also not completely prepared. The sensations are overwhelming and jolting in their intensity. I think that I push her head down on me. I think that I thrust into the back of her throat, probably choking her. I think that I'm saying something or other. I can't be entirely sure though because it all passes by in a blur of pleasure. No control. God. None.
When I regain coherence and comprehension she is back under my arm and kissing me softly. She tastes strange and salty. Like me I guess.
I pull back, in desperate need of air, and tuck her head under my chin. She kisses my neck. I think I love her.
"What did you say?"
"W…wha?"
God, I really can't breath. I feel like I just had a fucking heart attack. After all the blow jobs I've gotten in my life, so very many it's almost embarrassing, you'd think this wouldn't be such a big goddamn deal. But I swear to God, no one has ever made me feel the way she just did. No one has ever made the entire world disappear that way.
"What did you say? Just now, when you were coming."
Christ, how the hell am I supposed to know. I didn't really realize I was saying anything coherent.
"That um…devotchawaka…whatever it is. What is that?"
Oh God. I didn't. Did I?
"I…uh…I said that?"
"Hollered it actually."
"Shit."
"Shit what? Is it profane Alex?" she asks in a light, teasing tone. It probably would be better for me if it were.
"Um…not exactly. I just…I don't think you'll like it very much. I didn't mean to say it."
"I've heard you say it before. To me. What does it mean Alex?"
"Um, it's kind of…it's just an expression really. It doesn't uh…doesn't translate very well…" I mutter into the pillow, hoping she's tired enough to just fucking drop it already.
"Alex! Tell me. If you ever expect to get head from me again, speak now."
Maybe I should make something up. The truth is, if I ever expect to get head from her again the last thing I should do is tell her what I've been calling her all this time. The problem is she'll probably be able to tell if I'm lying and then she'll go look it up or something.
"Little girl."
"Huh?"
"Little girl. That's what it means. Devotchka. Little girl."
She's silent for a very long time and I hold my breath, waiting for the wrath of God to fall upon me.
"Little…little girl?" she asks incredulously. At least I think that's what tone that is. I can't tell really.
"I'm sorry. I won't call you that anymore."
At least not out loud. Good God, what was I thinking? I guess I wasn't.
"Dana?"
She looks up at me with her mouth hanging open and the weirdest expression I've ever seen in my life. Sometimes I wish I could read her mind. She's so difficult.
"Dana, are you pissed? I don't really think…I mean, I know you're not a child…"
"No, I know you don't. It's just…you've called me that for as long as I can remember."
"I won't say it anymore. I promise. I'll call you big strong woman. With gun. Who could kick my ass."
"Say it again."
"Big strong woman with gun who could kick my ass."
She laughs and moves up so that her head is next to mine, resting on my shoulder.
"Not that. The other thing. Devocka?"
She wants me to say it again? My shock, great though it is, is momentarily outweighed by my amusement over her egregious pronunciation.
"Nice try," I joke and she punches me in the side.
"Say it!"
"Devotchka."
"Say it again," she whispers, bringing her ear to my lips. "Say it here."
Oh my God. Could she actually…like it?
I take a deep breath and murmur the words to her in my best attempt at a seductive timbre and she shivers against me. She fucking shivers. I nip at her earlobe and say it again and she trembles. Wow. This is very exciting.
"You like that?"
"Mmmmm, I love it. You should speak Russian more often."
"You'll never know what the hell I'm talking about."
"It doesn't matter. It's the way you say it. It's like…God, I dunno, it's so nice. So sexy…"
Note to self: never speak a word of English again. Hell, we'll probably do a lot better if she can't understand a thing that flies out of my mouth anyway.
She yawns and turns over and I wrap my arm around her waist and bury my face in her hair.
"Say something else."
"Ya tebya lublu," I whisper like a fucking jack-ass. I really hope she doesn't ask what that means cause I don't even know if I can say it in English. I don't think I ever have in my whole life.
She sighs and snuggles in closer.
"Ya tebeia looloo…" she murmurs amidst another yawn. She's obviously too tired to care what it means at this point.
We lie like that for a long time and I actually feel like I might be able to fall asleep like this. I don't feel even an inkling of claustrophobia or tension. It feels fucking perfect. I don't know how she feels with my whole body enclosing her though. I'm about to ask her if I'm smothering her when I start to hear her soft breathing turning into rather unladylike snoring. I'll have to remember to tease her about that in the morning. Really though it doesn't bother me. In fact I think it might be the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
God, has she turned me into a sap already? I guess so. Do I care? Not at the moment. Not at the moment.
End Chapter Nine
Continued in Chapter Ten
***note*** I just read Mare's note about providing Russian translations and I promise to do so with all other words and phrases but "ya tebya lublu" is kinda supposed to be left up to your imagination for the time being.
***other note*** I'm not a hack, I swear :-)
I know JC did the little girl thing but but…I wrote this chapter in December before I read her thing and…and…uh, I really didn't copy ;-) Well, I guess smutty minds think alike and all that.
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