Red Nightmares at Midnight

A darkly snerked chuckle purred from a rough throat. “You will, hm?” he inquired dryly. “How useful would I be then?” he teased, eyes crinkling with cynical mirth. Lifting his head, he cracked his neck by jerking it a bit, peering down at her from his seven inches of height. “Damn, woman, but you’re short.” Unafraid of retaliation, he just stepped back one pace and gave her his patented trademark smirk. “Plus you could use a good defunking,” he added, a finger plucking at the neckline of her top, short nail scratching against flushed skin. Cerulean eyes twinkled. “I might garner favors just to see you try to kick my ass.”



Douglass : "Oh would you now?" Hazel eyes peered out at him from under upturned brows, "Is that a challenge?" Lips pursed in thought, "I may not be as tall as you, but I know how to take care of business. Besides, I don't stand out in a crowd now do I?" Stepping around him, eyes fixated on the general area of his face as she went, steps slow and deliberate, but her head woozed a tad, still not fully recovered from the rattle her brain had just taken, so she had to blink a few times slowly. Once a complete circle was made, she stopped, just aside from where she'd been standing, "And what's the point of getting defunked when I'm just going to get all sweaty again?"



A brow quirked to her circling. “Thinking of buying the merchandise, Douglass?” he snorted. “Damn, make me feel like a monkey on display.” But he stood still for it, not moving, save for a slight turn of head to follow her movements. “And no, it wasn’t a challenge, just a statement. Anytime you wanna throw down, babe,” he promised with a sly little grin. But an imp of mischief slithered through his brain and, as she came back around in front of him, a long arm reached out and snared her, he bending at the waist and hauling her over a broad shoulder, arm firmly planted behind her knees to hold her still. Wicked lights sparked in his eyes as he left his bedroom and kicked open the stair door, descending to the training arena below. The primary lights flashed on, not the garish fluorescents, but the cooler softer white bulbs, as Dante crossed the floor, headed for the far corner where the medium sized pool lay, water still as glass. Hauling her around, he said, “The point is, my nose gets rather offended at the outset, woman,” before just tossing her in, watching with evil glee as the splash echoed across the arena and water lapped over the concrete edges, wetting the hem of his Levis.



Douglass : The sound of flesh falling onto flesh radiated in her ears as she nearly became startled by his actions; legs tried to kick at first, but finding that they were once again snared by fleshy binds, she just gave in; no point at the moment. Her neck craned as she tried to turn around, tried to half watch where he was going, but the sounds drew the map in her mind, the echo of the door in the hollow stairwell, the now audible sound of feet falling against uncarpeted surfaces; but it was the jolting of his shoulder into the soft flesh of her stomach that really gave it all away. She'd practically given up hope of getting out of the little predicament when he finally spoke, a smart tongue retaliated immediately after his words ceased; "Well we wouldn't want that now would weeeeeee…." Hands tried to grab anything that they could, and legs twisted to try to get beneath her as the water came slamming up; the whole of it devouring her and sending chills radiating throughout her body; Jesus Fucking Christ! The water was cold, and her clothes became heavy as instantaneous saturation took place, eyes were open and moved about the inside of the pool, searching for something that might pose a threat. Stupid really, not like something was going to jump out and bite her in a pool, but hazel visuals moved upward as her buoyancy began to pull her surface ward, eyes searching for, and finding, the darkened outline of Dante. Both arms pulled large portions of water, sending herself towards the edge, forcing herself upward as fingers gripped the side and arms pushed her front straight up in front of him. Slender digits of the left hand quickly slipped into the hem of his jeans, gripping into a death vice and arm pulled harshly as body began to sink back into the water. "Join me."



“No, we wouldn’t,” he answered automatically as she submerged. That patented evil smirk remained on his lips as he watched her flail and thrash beneath the glassy surface, but he knew she wouldn’t drown. He’d be seriously annoyed if he had to administer CPR, for Christ’s sake. He watched her splutter and snort, making her way over to the side in front of him. His foot lifted as she yanked on his jeans, but he didn’t lose his balance, as she no doubt hoped. “And get my jeans soaked?” he asked incredulously. “Woman, please!” His foot wound around her wrist, turning it to make fingers release their hold. “These were expensive!” A sassy grin. “About ten years ago,” he amended. Well worn, indeed. And comfy. And faded. And almost ragged enough to be used for cleaning rusty grills. But he dropped to a knee and hauled her out, hands beneath her arms. Standing her on the side, he grinned, eyeing the dripping female speculatively from head to foot. “Hn,” he snerked, a brow lifting, “you look good wet.”



Douglass : Tossing her head to one side, wet hair splattering him as stands stuck across the back of her head and around to one side of her face, "You think so, hmm?" She stepped towards him, arms slithering around his waist as she stepped sideways again, one knee coming between his. "I've been wet for you before," she teased, quirking head slightly, water dripping down the bridge of her nose, and from any and all other parts of her body. "But I really think you should join me…" Cocking her knee just the right way, catching the underside of one of his, and crossing over the top of other, if he'd resist he'd hyperextend his knee. Her body pushed against his, surprisingly strong for her size, sending both of them toppling into the water.



He’d known she’d do it; he’d orchestrated it that way. Not resisting, letting her think she had him cornered, Dante just fell sideways, hitting the water and sinking beneath. The impact jolted them apart and he didn’t bother surfacing immediately; he’d snagged a good breath and could hold it in his lungs for a good while. But buoyancy brought him to the surface and his head broke water as he tossed it back, slinging dark silver strands from his eyes. Raking fingers through the tousled locks, he just blew out his breath, shaking his head to clear his ears. Six foot was the depth, he didn’t have to tread water to keep from getting a nosefull. Was nice sometimes, being tall. “Thanks. Now the chlorine’ll bleach my hair,” he snorted redundantly.



Douglass : A flat hand pushing surface water would send a wave of the stuff at his face; lazy butt head, just standing there. "If you wanted in so bad, why didn't you just jump?" Legs kicked in time with each other; sprawled far apart and from the knee down moving in small circles; eggbeater, this type of water treading was called, preserved more energy than scissor kicking frantically. Also kept the hands free, but no manner of water treading was going to help keep her surfaced with the weight of her water logged work out pants, the tank top was fine, but the cotton bottoms were pulling her towards just that, the bottom. Fingers worked easily at the knot just under her naval; letting herself sink beneath the surface for a few moments, she squirmed out of the weighty garment. Face breaking the surface again, she tossed the soaked garment to the side, one leg of the pants not quite making it the whole way and dangling back into the pool; oh well they'd stay. The dark hued g-string she'd been sporting beneath contrasted nicely against her pale skin, and it kept everything important nicely tucked away from view. Suddenly, remaining at the surface became so much easier.



Dante turned his head to avoid inhaling the water splashed his way, kicking backwards, half floating, half walking lazily. “Because,” he retorted, “I didn’t want to make it too easy for ya.” A brow quirked at seeing the pants sailing to the side of the pool and he blinked, then snerked. “What’s the matter, Douglass? Too big for your britches? Shit, mine aren’t dragging my ass to the bottom, and they’re twice as heavy.” He shook his head a bit ruefully, bumping against the side and leaning against it, arms draped on the concrete. “Damn shame; great coming out of the gate, but not much for stamina. Humans.”



Douglass : "Didn't hear you complaining last time," a retort with the slightest hint of attitude, "Add another two feet to the pool, then we'll see how long you tread before you lose your jeans." A devilish little smirk crossed her lips, pulling up at the corners of her mouth just so; "Maybe if I was a little more like you," arms pulled water in a breast-stroke like pull, legs kicking once in scissor motion to get her going, then a second time in a frog form as she closed the gap between them a little more, "I'd have left them on. At least I had something underneath so I could lose them." Lips sunk beneath the surface of the water, still the corners turned in a slight smirk, but eyes fixed on the devil hunter in front of her, as arms pushed out before her, then pulled back giving her a little more forward thrust.



“Why do you think I didn’t add any more feet, hm?” Eyes lifted ceilingward in slight mocking exasperation. But he returned his eyes, giving her an arch little smile. “What, don’t want to see me naked?” he teased, licking water from his upper lip. “Didn’t hear you complaining last time either, wench,” he informed her tartly, one palm slapping the water in retaliation for her former splash. “But you forget, I’m a tad stronger than you, so I could pretty much keep going.” He laughed. “Just like Duracell. I think that rabbit needs to be shot, personally.” Was this inane babble? And how many years had it been since he’d done it?



Douglass : She just closed eyes as the splash came her way, still protecting the sensory organ against all odds. But as the water ceased to crash in her direction, she lifted her chin slightly, a single stream of the chlorinated liquid passing between her lips and hitting him right in the face. Giving a half laugh, she let lips sink in the water again, coming to rest in the position in which she'd been treading water. "Maybe you should be their new spokesperson, bet sales would go up." A teasing little smirk, "And I could have kept going just fine, however I didn't see a point in wearing myself out with that," her head motioned towards her pants slightly. Leaning back a bit, she was ready to kick, to dart backwards if he'd retort; that was the beauty of the eggbeater, you could move in any direction at any given time, just a slight tweak in the kick and you were off.



“Shit, Douglass, keep on and I’ll turn you over my knee” he grumbled, once more turning his head to avoid being splattered. Growling, he pushed off the edge, suddenly sinking beneath the surface, disappearing from view. The lights weren’t bright enough to pierce the rippling water fully, and shadows lurked along the bottom. For several long moments, he didn’t resurface, the only ripples caused by her own movements. However, a hand behind her snaked around her ankle and yanked, hard enough to submerge her head fully as he dunked her. Kicking away, he broke water chuckling evilly, about ten feet down the pool. “Learn some manners, it’s not polite to insult your host, Miss McQue.”



Douglass : Like that wasn't predictable, as soon as he'd slipped from the surface, she'd been ready to go under, breathing slowly, deliberately. She resurfaced slowly, letting her body's natural buoyancy pull her up; eyes blinked away the chlorinated water slowly as hazel eyes moved around the pool, spying him at the other end. Using the eggbeaters versatility, she backed up, nearly bumping into the wall, but instead ducked beneath the surface, giving the wall a good push with both legs. A long streamline ended as both shoulders broke the surface, arms swinging up from near her hips, arching around and entering back into the water out in front of her; the butterfly. Quite possibly the most difficult of all the strokes, but also the most enjoyable; legs fluttered in the dolphin kick, three strokes before a breath, but it caught in her throat as long tresses of blond hair crossed before her mouth and caused her to inhale a bit of water; damnit, the one time she decided not to wear a ponytail. Stopping abruptly, she choked for a moment, coughing at the irritants in her windpipe. "Fucking A…" she muttered as fingers pulled the strands away and head tipped backwards, saturating the locks and causing them to slick back. As the last of the sputters erupted from her chest, she eggbeated her way a few more feet towards the other end, that little spurt had crossed halfway across the pool. "So it's Miss McQue now hmm? Guess I'll have to go back to cotillion.”



He shrugged, lazing around in the water. “Seemed appropriate, no?” Thank God he’d put steps in one corner. Plunking down atop the middle one, Dante just leaned back comfortably against the edge, once more draping long arms on either side. Splaying feet out before him, he just lounged, an idle brow flicking as he watched her swim. “Woulda never figured you for a Shelly Winters, but hey, even I’m wrong.” He smirked. “Just not too often.”



Douglass : "Guess the bunny lost its umph, huh?" She smirked, giving her legs a kick she quickly pulled a few shortened strokes until she was just in reach of the stairs, but one little problem, Dante's relaxed sprawl didn't leave much room for another to join him, so she just pulled right up into his lap. The water supported ninety-five percent of her weight, so it wasn't like she was going to squish him or anything. One hand gripped at the ledge, reaching just under his arm to find the hold; the other, her injured right, just remained suspended for a few moments. "I suppose this is better than a Jacuzzi for you isn't it?" She smirked at him, "I'm not imposing on my host am I?"



He shot her a glower for the ‘bunny’ comment but let her settle in his lap, her rump on one knee and legs stretched out across the other. A small sigh slithered from his lips as he maneuvered his leg, letting wet denim slide under bare skin. “Nah, the Jacuzzi’s upstairs, in my bathroom. Just don’t have much time to sit and soak. Don’t much like hot water anyways. Makes me irritable.” A brow quirked as he snorted softly. “Would it matter if you were? Like you’d move,” he teased, arm snaking beneath the water to deliver a rough pinch to her hip. “But nah, you’re short so it’s all right.”



Douglass : "What's the deal with me being short all of a sudden? You know you could stand to lose a couple of inches methinks, maybe then you wouldn't have to stoop so low," double meaning that one; both a tease. She squirmed at his pinch, the rough denim scraping against the skin of her ass, wasn't to clear which sensation was more annoying. Middle finger of her right hand flicked the water, sending a large droplet or two in his general direction, "You want me to move, fine." Left hand guiding, she remaneuvered over his lap, legs sprawling, a knee falling to either side of his thighs, "There, I moved." Giving him a playful smirk, she settled on his lap, knowing well the position she'd put herself in; "You know, you don't look so bad wet yourself."



Dante just remained still beneath her, comfortable and complacent for the moment. Truth was, he was making her take initiative, he wouldn’t maneuver her into any situation she didn’t instigate herself. He’d done all the work last time, wasn’t his turn. But he just brought hands to rest lightly at the outsides of her upper thighs, long fingers just tapping lightly against wet slick skin beneath the water. A boyish smile curved his lips to her comment. “Think I could do Playgirl?” he asked with a chuckle. “Nah, too many scars and not enough ‘pretty boy’, I reckon. Got to keep the fangirls happy and swooning at night.” Sighing lightly, he leaned his head back against the concrete, resting gently in the rounded curve of the pool. “And sand everywhere…just no.” A brow flicked as a hand rose from the water to flick a drop from the end of her nose. “There, better. That bothered me.”



Douglass : "I think you could. You know, you're what they dream about, all those pretty little girls trotting up and down Sunset. Sure they want their little boy toys during the day, their little trophies; but you, you're what they want when the sun goes down." Shifting a bit more, rocking forward on her knees a bit, lifting her torso further out of the water, the coolness of the water and gym was causing gooseflesh to ripple over her shoulders and arms. Bending down, lips pressed to first his cheek, then moved slightly, slowly, soft kisses tracing the arch of his cheek, then finally pressed to his lips, hesitant at first then becoming surer. As shivers traced up her spine, she sunk back into the water, seeking the seemed warmth it provided. Her tongue came to join, pressing lightly to his lips every so often, but the kiss lasted only a few long moments. Pulling away slowly, forearms came to rest against his shoulders, fingers clasping behind his head, providing her a bit of stability as she spoke; "But I don't dream about you, Dante." Her head moved again, as though to kiss him once more, but her lips diverted from the seemed path, and came to rest close to his ear, sensitive flesh of the mouth grazing slightly the curve of his ear as she whispered; "I don't have to."



Dark lashes fell to half-mast over indigo eyes as he listened, tilting his head to accommodate her seeking mouth, turning beneath the gentle onslaught of lips until mouths met, a soft rugged sigh escaping his lungs. Dante just lay there, giving just enough response to her ministrations to ensure her of his receptiveness. He slid a bit further into the water to let her lean against him, the small nuance of touch still making direct wires to his brain. Unfamiliar, but not unwanted. Looking up at her, he moved to meet her lips, but she demurred and whispered at his ear instead, a slight frown of disappointment etching his features, but an involuntary shiver running fingers up his spine at the breath against his skin, soft caress of wet flesh to flesh. Not to mention the whispered words breathed straight into his brain. Needing to do something, long killing fingers, sensitive and dexterous, splayed against her hips, moving around and along both the scarred and smooth skin, naturally heated hands warm and slick beneath the water. Nose pressed to the curve of her neck, lips against the beating pulse. So delicious. Parting his lips, he slowly licked the water from her skin, slow sure laps of tongue across the beating artery. Something Jayden told him long ago whispered to mind and he echoed it. “It’s the monster in the shadow, Douglass,” he breathed beneath her ear, moist breath heating her skin. “The unknown. Laced with the breathtaking beauty of pain. It can be so addictive…”



Douglass : Mmmm … her response, lips curling into the slightest smile as fingernails rasped against the back of his head, pulling through saturated platinum locks; a thought came to mind, she wondered if his hair would turn green, much like hers had in her younger days. A tinkering chuckle bobbed in her throat, oh how she hated that sound, her uncontrolled laugh. Taking in a deep breath, she released it as a long winded sigh, breath passing over the crook of his neck as chin tucked and lips and teeth grazed upon the tender flesh. Oh, the feeling of his mouth at her own, how she loved the sensation. Eyes flicked ceiling ward as Lucille clicked and whirred in disapproval; no doubt she was getting irked at the idea of them defacing the pool, in a defiant response teeth sunk deeply into Dante's neck, not enough to draw blood or cause injury, but enough to make her presence known there. Lips sealed around, and tongue pulsed against the tissue pinched between her teeth, slight suction pulling the blood cells to the walls of the veins.



Teeth scraped involuntarily as her fingers slid through his hair, a damnable weakness. But lips latched to the lobe of her ear, such tender succulent flesh to be worried and laved with teeth and tongue. Parting lips more, a husky sigh escaped to brush wet warm flesh as he very gently licked her ear, tongue tip swirling the flushed shell expertly, then sliding just inside the warm canal before withdrawing and repeating. But eyes flared open as he jerked and bucked once at her teeth sinking into flesh. Pain was a friend, he rode it along the borderline of pleasure. Teeth clicked together as his head fell back, a sibilant hiss escaping his throat as one hand rose to bury fingers in damp blonde tresses, swallowing reflexively. A slightly strangled moan emanated from tight lips as blood began to heat beneath slick scarred skin.



Douglass : She nearly lost her balance as he bucked, the water alleviating gravity partially, making it easier to move about, especially against one’s will. Knees pressed tighter against his hips, holding on as teeth, lips, and tongue continued to ravage the tender flesh of his neck. Lips moved across the spectra of his head's base, nipping lightly at his Adams apple before her face moved away, head pushing back to peer into his own. Hazel eyes were soft, warm, inviting even; not at all like Douglass; sporting more blue than gray or brown. A soft smile encompassed her features as she leaned in, eyes closing as lips pressed to lips; no hesitation this time; they pulsed slightly as tongue lapped at his mouth every second or third pulse, asking, telling, wanting to be let inside.



Praise be to God he was already sitting down. Lashes closed once more over smoky blue eyes as Dante just leaned back and let her work, completely oblivious to everything save the warm touch of flesh, caressing and stroking, biting and nipping. Jesus, it was glorious. But he protested silently as she lifted away, raising his head to look up at her through slightly glazed eyes. A bit of surprise lightened those orbs to sapphire as Douglass returned to him, her gaze heady and open, no smoke screen anywhere. Dante ceased to breathe for a moment as she met his mouth with hers, it released gently as his lips parted beneath the gentle pressure, for kisses were sacred to him. Such wet warmth, he thought he could drown in it. Fingertips trailed lightly up and down her sides beneath the water even as he returned her freely given kisses. Meeting her tongue eagerly, the smooth muscles twined and stroked, coaxing her inside his mouth as nostrils flared with uneven breath.



Douglass : As tongues danced in a lovers embrace, seeking fingers slipped below the shoulder line, venturing over marred flesh. Gently she traced the curves of his scars, wishing whole heartedly that in that simple act, they would all melt away. Sliding down his chest, hands slipped audibly beneath the water, the sound of surface tension breaking sounding the intent. Slender fingers ventured over his abdomen, soft hands caressing and kneading at the terse tissue; her own abdominal muscles tensing and flexing, pushing her closer to him. That's all she wanted right now; the sex she could do with or without; but it was the closeness that tempted her, the closeness that she'd never before experienced. She felt unscathed, like a virgin, as thumbs hooked into dampened belt loops and lips continued to plunder the mouth of the man before her. Her tongue sought refuge inside his mouth, carefully exploring the inside of another, all the while massaging, rubbing, passing his tongue. But lust was a difficult companion, want a true counterpart of the earlier; both refused to be ignored, and sought wonderfully together. Her right hand pulled away from his jeans, closing into a fist for a moment, before fingers splayed out against his thigh, gently, so gently rubbing the area beneath her touch, fingers slipping further to the inside with each passing heartbeat.



Would that the waves not cease at the stone edge, let them carry everything out to sea to be lost in the storms. He was perfectly to remain right where he was, lost in the bliss that was touch and caress. Muscles rippled beneath gentle questing hands, rising to undulate as she stroked and fondled. Feet rose to rest on the bottom step, knees lifting to slide her further astride his lap, hips flush against denim-covered hips. Lips closed around her tongue, sucking the wet muscle softly, gentle friction of teeth scraping along the tender surface. A low moan rumbled in his chest as arms curled around her, fingers sliding along shoulders and down her spine, tracing little paths of warmth over wet slicked skin. Softly sucking her lower lip into his mouth, tongue lapped and laved the soft flesh before releasing to repeat the processes over and over, hips unconsciously parting and lifting to the hand between. Gentle innocence was damning but he was rapidly losing the ability to care. Closing the kiss, he instigated another, tongue nudging her lips open to seek and fondle hers deep inside her mouth.



Douglass : Fingers cupped and caressed, stroked and petted the outside of saturated denim; coaxing to life the flesh beneath. Neck muscles grew increasingly tense, so head shifted, angling off the other direction to alleviate on one side, and impose on the other. Blond wisps hung in dampened stupor along both sides of her head and shoulders and down her back, then splayed out as they kissed the waters surface. Shivers ran through her body, causing skin to pull taught, gooseflesh erupting everywhere, nipples hardening beneath the tank top and braziers; still well pronounced beneath the clinging cotton. Had it not been for her hand tending to what she knew he so desired, she'd have pushed against him. Fingers of the left hand released the belt loop, lifting quickly to his shoulder where dripping fingers caressed before moving up the back of his neck and slipping into his hair. Platinum tresses snaked between slender feminine digits and she took hold, knuckles flexing white atop her grasp. Tongue slipped, rolled, and flicked against his, teeth nipped lightly at lips as each muscle found refuge in its own home, only to have lips part once more and tongues once again engage in their sultry dance. Suddenly a strange notion clubbed her across the back of the mind, she felt like singing. Pushing the notion deep into the back of her mind, a low throated moan escaped her, air passing from her lungs to his on shaky breath.



Arms relinquished their hold to let her attend to her work on his body, skilled hands lifting from the water’s depths to carefully frame her face as his kiss became a bit more insistent. As her fingers pulled his hair, he grunted, anchoring his mouth firmer beneath hers. His large body was heating in time to her rhythmic strokes, blood was beginning to pound through his veins, flooding from brain to groin. Naturally heated hands slid down the front of her body, warm palms seeking and finding hardened nipples, fingers kneading and plumping waiting breasts, maneuvering the wet cloth against overly sensitive skin. He stroked and fondled, returning her favor, wanting to hear another lovely moan erupt from her throat. Coming up for air on the heels of her first, seeking lips traveled from her mouth southward, tongue stroking over her chin, trailing a wet warm line down the column of white throat, delving to swirl and lap in the hollow of her collarbone. The water lapped at their softly moving forms, the quiet ripples coupled with soft moans and heated breaths the only sounds in the eerily quiet arena.



Douglass : She moaned and purred as a fleshy cheek came to rest against his temple; "Dante…" the word whispered into his ear; it was the first time she'd ever spoken a lover’s name, she'd not said his once during their last little jaunt, not without directing comment at him. Fingers of her left hand massaged and stroked his scalp, slender digits passing easily through tussled hair. Legs shifted slightly beneath her, causing her to straddle one jeaned thigh more so than his lap, hips swirling slightly, grinding against him as sensitive fingers sensed the swelling between his legs. With a slight bit of difficulty, a tattered right hand fumbled and pulled at the clasp of his pants, finally breaking the button fly free. Index finger and thumb pulled the zipper to its lowest point as other digits sought that which had been contained. Soft woman hands, wrinkled and pruned from time spent in the water slipped into the opening, stroking and petting hardening male flesh; pulling and coaxing it from its dark prison.



So sweet to his ear, those soft little noises. Stilling beneath her hands as she released the growing and lengthening shaft, hips lifted reflexively beneath the tender touch. God, so different! With Jayden, his wife, he could count on his fingers the number of times they’d been gentle together. Jayden had shared his love of hard rough sex, both bloody and torn afterwards, usually following one of their explosive arguments. She hadn’t wanted gentleness; she’d embraced both sides of the demon. As if they’d subliminally known time was precious. But here, now, there was no sense of urgency, just a slow exploration, almost hesitation, although all acceptance had been given. It nearly brought him to his knees. Yet he felt his body respond eagerly to Douglass’s ministrations, tender and quiet. Needing bare skin against his own hands, he pushed her up a bit, hands sliding to the hem of her shirt and lifting, making her raise arms to rid the damned garments until flesh was bared for his hands and mouth. Calloused hands returned to the aching mounds, thumbs flicking the pebbled nipples a bit harshly before the damp white head lowered and lips closed over one and sucked roughly. Teeth nipped, tongue laved and lips suckled as hands wandered to her hips, gripping and setting her astride his throbbing erection, only a thin barrier of cloth separating. Denim scraped along her skin as he moved her back and forth gently, just enough of an edge to make it harsh. Hands guided her movements, teaching her the rhythm.



Douglass : She followed the rhythm as instructed, picking up on it quickly; one thing, she learned fast. Hips moved beneath his hands independently, no longer guided by his skilled fingers. Head tilted back and back arched as another low throated moan passed between clenched lips; men’s flesh slipped and pushed against the cotton barrier, pressing it against her most sensitive organ and sending pleasurable vibrations throughout her body. Water splashed as arms moved, hands gripping his forearms just below the elbow, a center of balance. Scarcely she heard an agitated whir from Lucille, eyes opened to narrow slits as she grinned at the ceiling; Just enjoy the show. To further defy, a sharp breath hissed through clenched teeth as Dante nipped and devoured her mammary, the sensation so strange and yet so welcome. With Sam there had never been gentleness, roughness, passion; it had just been flat landed lust. Sometimes oral, a fuck, then a moment to catch her breath as he fell asleep, as soon as his eyes were closed she'd leave; and the next day would go on like any other. This, what she had with Dante, it was different; it had been the first time she'd just refused to see it; but she saw it now. Biting her lower lip, her right hand left its perch, fingers pressing his erection to her, pinning it between digits and female vessel.



Soft low moans vibrated her skin, hushed from his throat. Releasing her hips to let her rock atop him as she would, fingers drifted between their pressed bodies, working their way between her thighs, skilled digits deftly and a bit harshly snapping the slender string that kept them apart. Carefully pulling the fabric away; he’d have to take her shopping sometime soon, hands moved back to grip her hips and push her up and forward, impaling her tender body on hard turgid flesh the same instant teeth sank into the other budded nipple and sucked. Grunting at being buried so deep inside her body, the angle was delicious; he eased at her breasts and lifted his head, dark eyes roving her face, lips parted with rough breath. Shifting his hips made him shiver; he filled her so tightly, so completely. A strangled hiss left his lips as he moved under her a bit. “…Douglass…nnhh…”



Douglass : Lips fell apart and a cried moan locked in her throat as he pushed into her, delicious the feeling; the cry finally came out, but only as a low noted groaned sigh. Her body tightened around him, clinging to the invader and rippling around it, studying and remembering it. Nails of her left hand turned and dug into the flesh of his arm as her head dropped forward, back still slightly arched giving her torso an "S" like curve. Instinctively hips began to move, back and forth, up and down; all at the same time. The movement made her moan, quiet choked cries slipping between her lips on the heels of each noise; how wonderful the motion, first pressing him against one wall, then rocking around until he pressed so tightly against the next; probing, searching, exploring every place inside her. As the rhythm became established once again, hips moved more quickly, pushing faster, deeper, and harder. Her heart began to quicken, she could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, every sense seemed so finely attuned to what was transpiring, blocking out everything else; she could not longer hear the water lapsing, or Lucille's constant agitation; all she could hear was the passion laced moans of her lover, and hearts beating.



Teeth ground as Dante’s head fell back, cords blossoming in his neck with the sweet strangled pressure. He was buried to the hilt inside her tight body. Every move she made sent stars exploding behind his lids. He let her move as she would, whispering soft encouragement; should she stop, he’d die. The sensation of nails in his flesh made him buck, hips jerking harder into her as breath whistled through clenched teeth. One hand cradled her head at his shoulder, lips purring a litany at her ear, accentuated by warm laps of his tongue. “Yesss…Dee…mmnuh…” The water began to writhe as she drove harder atop him, making his head fall back with a grunted moan. “God…ride me, Douglass…ride me hard…make it last, sweetheart.” But he knew it couldn’t; he could hear her heartbeat, nearly taste it. Her body tightened around him, flexing on aching flesh like the finest velvet glove, nestling him so deep within the warm passage, only to withdraw then slam back home.



Douglass : Flushed face turned towards his neck, lips moving against the skin as she spoke between heavy breathing and stifled grunts, groans, and moans; "…like that… Dante… mmm… Harder?.... ooohhh… You got it…." The mass number of thrusts dwindled to few and far between, but god was the force spared worth it; moving up quickly she'd slam hard back atop him, driving him all the way to the cervix before pulling back again and repeating; difficult but worth it for everyone. Teeth sank into crook of his neck, just atop the collar bone and before the drastic slope of the neck; stifling the still audible cries that rang from her chest with each thrust. God she was hot, the cool water no longer having any affect on her, hell she could scarcely tell just where Dante was touching anymore.



He was going to die, right here on the pool steps. His head hurt, his eyes were clenched so tightly. But hips met hers as she bucked and heaved atop his lap. Dante felt her teeth bite into skin and he bit back a harsh groan, throat working spasmodically. Lifting hips sharply, rhythmically, fingers drew blunted nails down her back from shoulder to hip, making her spine arch against his hands, shoving her more fully against him. Turning his head, he sought and found her mouth, lips plundering as his tongue speared between her teeth, mimicking the harsh slapping of their bodies. A hand snaked between her thighs, thumbnail drifting to the tiny muscle at the apex and stroking a tad roughly as he pummeled her body with his.



Douglass : Groaning against his lips, there was no way she'd be able to "make it last" if he kept that up; as mouths locked in harmonious appreciation, tongues lapping at each other in a lust crazed frenzy, her right hand ventured down to find his fingers dabbling with that which could make her cry out in ecstasy; slender digits wound around his, pulling his attention away from that particular spot; muscles were already clenching and winding, preparing for that which would most certainly come. Sleek wet bodies writhed together, wet tresses spilled over them, sending droplets of water down faces and across bared flesh. Her thighs were becoming slightly sore where the denim rubbed so abrasively against her; but to hell if she'd stop to complain. "…Oh… God… Dante…" the words were throated, muffled into his mouth as she started moving faster again. Every nerve in her body was alive, even her marred right side. Fingers gripped his tightly, crushing force under white knuckles; she had to stop the kiss, her jaw went slack, hanging open as she tried to muffle cries, "…oh…oh…oh…" head bent forward, and lips touched to his collar bone as her back tensed, so close.



Absolutely lusciously beautiful. And after those three words, his brain shut down and went into basic primal mode. Judging from the massive amount of pressure in his brain and the tension coiled in Douglass’s muscles, Dante figured there was about three minutes left of the exquisite thrusting and releasing. If that. Releasing her mouth as she whimpered and whined, he just let her slump against him as she kept moving, harder and faster, nearly about to blow his mind. Fingers bit into her hip, their joined digits strained against the other. He could feel his shaft throbbing relentlessly inside her, scraping along her soft wet walls. It was enough to make his eyes cross. Lips purred at her ear, breath harsh and ragged. “…come for me, Dee…” he panted brokenly, jerking to meet her heaving thrusting body.



Douglass : Teeth and eyes alike clenched as her head rolled back, all she could do was partially nod to his quite command. Hips thrust faster and harder as every muscle in her body tensed, then waited for the release. Water sloshed violently around them; "…Oh…. DANTE!......." Her final cry as every fiber of her being broke into horrendous tremors, female vessel strangling that which still plummeted her, even as it bathed his erection in feminine juices. Back arched violently as the tension released in pounding waves. "…Oh God, Dante…" her voice shook just like the rest of her, every part of her slowly relaxing except for a well lubricated vaginal canal, it still pulsed and strangled the invader, demanding reprieve from the continuous onslaught. Unable to deny the same satisfaction, she continued to move her hips as much as possible, though she felt weak. The motions continued, slower than before but still the effort continued to sate him as he had done for her.



He’d been able to pinpoint the moment she reached her release and bit his lip to see her though it. Eyes bled to crimson as the demon gnashed, his self-hold slipping just enough to allow that small change. But she convulsed atop him and he followed her, letting to just as she trembled and collapsed atop his chest. Arms snared her and held her close as he erupted inside her, shaft manipulated by the roiling tremors of her quaking body. Warmth surrounded him, snug deeply inside her even still. Teeth tore the inside of his cheek, blood filling his mouth, the coppery tanginess driving his senses to even higher planes as he yelled and back arched, nearly lifting her off him. The spasm passed after a long glorious moment of sunbursts and starlight and he returned to earth, with Douglass sprawled atop his chest, the water finally stilling as wet sated forms grew quiet and replete.


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