Code Name: EVE

A/N: Yes, finally, some sex. This whole chapter is sex. And, uh... I didn't want to beg like a review whore or anything, but... over 1500 hits and only three reviews? I appreciate the person that reviewed twice, but I think we can do a bit better than that. I'd really like to know what you're all thinking... Please? And I also wanted to add that the author you'd probably know as Crimson Belladonna has been an on and off consultant on this and its prequel. The prequel almost didn't exist until what Crimson said encouraged me to finish it. So, though I haven't gotten to the point where I need more direction on characterization yet, I wanted to give Crimson a mention.

The first thing she saw when her eyes opened again was a bright orange light. Fire. Through it, she saw Jack cutting something up on a flat rock. He was shirtless again… because his shirt was balled up under her head… An attempt at movement was met with resistance and she realized she was cocooned in the quilt. She wiggled around until she could lift it enough to look down at her stomach. No blood. That deep ache was still there, but it wasn’t nearly as intense.

“You okay, princess?”

Ashley nodded and he went back to what he’d been doing. As she sat up, she realized he was cleaning two fish. God, he’d taken care of the three Ganados fast. If she hadn’t chased him off, she could have gotten through the entire ordeal without a scratch. He’d… “You saved my life…”

Krauser shrugged and moved the fish meat to the hot rocks around the inside of the fire ring. They were the only two left, in this colony and possibly even the world.

He wasn’t as big of an asshole as he seemed to like her to think. She was strangely yet intensely relieved. “Thank you…”

His eyes flicked up to her and he gave her a crooked smiled. “You hungry?” When she nodded, he scooted over on the log he’d dragged over and patted the empty place beside him. Keeping the blanket wrapped around under her armpits, she picked her way around to the other side of the fire and sat where he’d indicated. That tangy smell hung heavily in the air around her, and this time it was accompanied by shy glances. He’d let her stew a while.

The girl found herself seriously looking for an opening. At the same time, she was still nervous. She didn’t feel as guilty about being attracted to him anymore, but that didn’t change how aggressive he could be during sex. Even that time he’d supposedly been gentle had been rather intense. Well… maybe if she gave off whatever vibe it was he could sense hard enough, he’d make the decision for her… “Where’d my shirt wind up?”

The odor was seriously beginning to affect him, but he’d wait for her to slip. Instead, the soldier jerked his head toward the tree it was hanging from. The blood had rinsed out well while it was still fresh, but he hadn’t wanted to put her back in something cold and damp. Then he leaned forward to flip fish with two fingers. He wasn’t certain how long it would take to cook all the way through with this method, but it couldn’t be that bad. He’d formed the theory that the plaga had some way to filter out things that might negatively affect its host, anyway. He distantly wondered how that would affect alcohol consumption.

So he chose now to clam up, huh? Ashley bit her lip, thinking. She’d definitely seen something very strange today, but at the time she couldn’t decide if it was him or shock taking over. And he’d been moving too fast for her fracturing mind to really focus on what was going on… As he straightened up again, she put a hand on his arm. “How did you get rid of those three so fast?”

“I’ll show you in the morning.”

He wasn’t even looking at her now, but Ashley was determined to pull him out. Her eyes followed his line of sight to the fire. “How did you catch those?” She asked, referring to the fish.

Krauser looked sideways at her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’ll show you in the morning.”

He was toying with her again! She was sure of it. It was as plain in the glimmer of his eyes as it was in the upward quirk at the corner of his mouth. Of all the… Her frustration leaked out in the form of a slight pout and a glare.

That got a chuckle out of him. So much fun to rile her up, and so easy. “Then do something about it.”

She darted forward and grabbed his lips with hers. He didn’t move any more than his head—to give her a better angle—but his mouth opened slightly and his tongue came out to play with hers. The kiss wasn’t deep, and it didn’t last long, but Ashley could feel her cheeks turning hot as she pulled out of it. She chewed her lip and studied her lap. He wasn’t the only one topless…

“Was that so hard?” Jack teased, finally moving to brush her hair behind her ear. She smiled and shook her head. Eyeing her intensely, he let his hand travel up into her hair and then down to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Tonight was going to be fun. One more caress of her face, and then he checked the fish again.

There was disappointment in her eyes when they opened, but she was hungry. Knowing him, she also knew he wouldn’t let this turn of events go completely. She ate quickly, and they shared the last bottle of water. As she expected, shortly after the fish was gone, he was pulling her into his lap.

His eyes were glued to her face as he untucked the front of the blanket. He didn’t want to miss any nuance of her delicious reaction. Sure, if she caught him eyeing her while she was fully dressed, she reacted all haughtily. The more clothes he took from her, the shier she grew. Even when both of her tits were exposed, and his hand slid up her side to cup one, he still mentally commanded her to keep the eye contact, finding his way around her chest by touch alone.

She accepted the challenge, even though her hands were shaking. It did help that she wasn’t looking up at him. He was gently stroking her nipple with the side of his thumb. Gently. That she could get into. Then he broke his gaze and tilted his head to take her breast in his mouth. Keeping up a light suction, he swirled his tongue around her bud. Ashley wrapped an arm around his shoulders, put her hand on the back of his head, and pressed in closer. She could feel his teeth, but he wasn’t biting yet.

Sure enough, as he moved to the other side, his grip on her tightened. He even made a low growling sound. She made a high-pitched noise and her nails dug into his back, but that only made him want her more. He wanted to pin her on her stomach, lie on her back, and penetrate her sticky, soft depths again and again and… “Spread the blanket on the ground.”

It was then that Ashley came to the belated realization that she hadn’t really thought about how far she’d intended her move to go. “What… what do you want to do?”

Krauser raised an eyebrow at the hesitant waiver in her voice. “Well, what do you think, princess?”

She flushed and hunched her shoulders. “This is going to be awkward… and kind of stupid, but… I mean, I want to do something, but I hadn’t really thought about… what… specifically…” He’d rolled his eyes, sighed exasperatedly, and turned his eyes to the fire. “I mean, you’re kind of aggressive and I’m still sore, so…”

“You can’t make a move and then wuss out on me. That’s not how it works.”

“I just meant as an alternative to intercourse. I could give you a hand job or…”

“No.” He looked back into her wide, golden eyes. “Oral.”

“But… but I’m not very good at…” She trailed off when he smiled at her.

“Are you always this jittery about sex, or is it just me?”

Her voice was very small when she answered, “It’s you… kind of…”

No visible reaction to that. “Just put the blanket on the ground and try not to have a heart attack, princess.” He jerked his chin at the ground to the left of them.

He didn’t seem angry. And he had protected her earlier today… Ashley took a breath and obediently got up to do as he’d told her. Then she sat back rigidly and watched him kick off his shoes to join her. Any aversion to penetration wasn’t about saving herself, it was just a fear of the consequences. And she knew from experience Jack was the sort who threw caution to the wind.

“I’m not gonna hurt you on purpose.” Krauser crossed his legs and patted his lap. “Let’s start over, hm?” She nodded and crawled meekly into his lap. Something in him wanted to pounce again, but he forced himself to ignore it. It wouldn’t do to have her looking for chances to escape. “Better.” He resumed the careful mouthing and fondling, sucking and stroking her nipples with his lips. As she slowly melted under these ministrations, he purred, “Much better…” He kissed her as he pulled the zipper on her pants and slipped his fingers inside. Three fingers pushed hard against the top of her slit, digging in so he could rub her button in circles with his middle finger. She gasped and lifted her hips.

That really was much better. With her eyes on his lips, she cupped his cheek and jaw. They were rough with stubble, but she didn’t care. And instead of shying away from the scar, her eyes followed it up to where it stopped at his hairline. On a sudden whim, she took his head with both hands and laid a trail of kisses along its length.

Giving her a closed lipped smile, he withdrew his fingers, took her by the hips, and set her on the blanket in front of him. Two hands applied pressure to her shoulders and made her lie back. Too impatient for various fasteners, he opted to simply jerk the slacks off down her legs.

Oh, no, had she somehow pressed another unknown button? “I thought we settled on…”

“And you think you don’t get a turn?” Krauser grinned. She bit her lip prettily and squirmed. He shrugged and unclasped his belt. Always taunting… “Hey, if you don’t want it, we could always-”

“No…” she giggled, sitting up and grabbing his wrists. She tried to give him the sweetest smile she had in her arsenal. “I do want it…”

He moved up to straddle her lap and then leaned so close that she was forced to lean back and prop herself up on her elbows. “What is ‘it,’ princess?”

“You know…”

“If you want it that much, you want it enough to ask for it right.” That beautiful pink rose in her cheeks again. One of the reasons he preferred less whorish partners. It was easier to make nice girls squirm.

“I…” she couldn’t stop giggling. Nervous giggles. “I want you to… to eat my pussy…”

“That’s my girl.” His mouth made one last stop at her sweet peaches and then continued on to the waist band of her panties. Shit, did he love a girl in little cotton panties. It didn’t matter what color… He savored the sound of his hands sliding over her flesh as he drew them down her sides, caught her last stitch of clothing with his fingers, and then pulled it off over her legs.

A breeze ruffled over them. It tingled coolly in the saliva on her tits and the moisture between her legs. Combine that with the anticipation as he pushed her knees open wide, and every inch of her skin felt like it was humming.

He put a hand on her pelvis and stroked his thumb over her inner folds. His free hand opened his fly as his thumb pulled one of them aside. There was her little pearl, nestled in gold-framed pink velvet. He thumbed it and she let her head fall back, fisting her hands in the blanket. He rubbed it harder and pretty soon she was writhing. The lithe undulations of her body hit him deeply. As he shifted his hand around so he could penetrate her with two fingers, his other hand went into his underwear. He probably could have done three fingers, but it would have been pushing it. He wanted to feel her constricting around his cock. No matter. If she was giving in enough to let him do this, it would only be a matter of time before she gave herself over completely. He’d just have to force himself to be patient with her. Heh… he’d almost felt his plaga flinch at that thought…

His thumb had brought her close to something, but the added fingers made her moan softly and pull at the blanket. The orgasm wasn’t as earth shattering as the one that had had her spasming around his cock and left her feeling burned hollow, but if he could do that with his fingers, she was dying to see what he could do with his tongue.

Damn, was she easy. Still fingering her with one hand, he leaned forward to kiss and nuzzle the silky flesh of her inner thigh, moving higher. He could feel her watching him. Casting a smirk up at her, he pinned her knees open and down, and then ran just the tip of his tongue up between her inner lips. The sharp breath she pulled in made him grin and chuckle at her. She pouted at him and whined when he stopped. He grabbed her hips, tilted his head, and gave her pussy a deep kiss.

She smiled at the feeling of his tongue flicking wetly in and out of her. It felt weird, but in a good way. A really good way. The pleasure increased tenfold when he opened her gates with his thumbs and played over and around her clit. The texture of his taste buds made her gasp his name.

It wasn’t long before he had her twisting again. Encouraged, he hooked his arms under her hips and sat back on his heels, pulling her up on her shoulder blades so he could get a more comfortable angle. It also restricted her ability to wiggle. He felt her trying to buck against him as he started sucking and using his lips, and her inability to do so made her whimper. It was too hard to resist, and she was wet enough. He latched one arm firmly around her waist to free his other hand. Though he started with just two fingers again, he didn’t give her much time to adjust before he shoved in the third.

The heat combined with the sudden, dull pain was too much. Her breath shuddered in her throat and she went rigged in his arms. The president’s daughter chewed her lips as she hit the peak of sensation, and then breathed carefully as she came back down again. Dammit. Now she had a lot to make up to him. Looking sheepish and somewhat lost, she scooted away from him and sat up. Her nerves were only making what she knew would come next harder. Ashley’s first and thus far only experience with blow jobs had been… not good…

Krauser stood up to finish stripping. As he watched her eyes slide southward, it occurred to him she’d probably never had a full frontal nudity shot of him before. Her apparent approval boosted his already inflated ego in regard to her.

A deep breath didn’t do much to settle her heart, but she tried to look as cute as possible as she crawled the last couple of feet between them. She even put a small sway in her hips. At first all she did was slink up his legs and take him in one hand. To keep him busy while she bought some time to calm herself, she stroked his length carefully. Hand jobs, she was alright at. It was the whole deep-throating thing that really got her, and it didn’t help that her throat tightened up when she was nervous. However, there wasn’t much to be done except try her hardest to please him.

For the time being, he was just savoring the image of her crouching in front of him. One hand was braced against his hip to keep her balance. In spite of the last two, tough, weeks, her hands were really soft. Everything about her was soft, especially her face. There were signs of her anxiousness all over. The pattern of her respiration, the set of her jaw, the way the fingers of her supporting hand dug into his skin…

She felt his hand on the side of her face and jerked her head up to look at him. Ashley hadn’t wanted to see the scrutiny in his eyes, so she’d been concentrating on the task at hand… so to speak… When he touched her, she’d feared that he intended to force himself on her. But the fingers ran into her hair without tightening, and her eyes met what might have been a reassuring smile. Reassuring for him, at any rate…

As she looked back at what she was doing, he felt her take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she ducked and flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock as she rubbed the head with her thumb. He cupped the back of her head, but for now all he did was stroke her hair. She was trying so hard, lapping at him like a kitten as she worked to coat him with spit. He didn’t mind if she wasn’t an expert, she looked too damn cute.

The young woman stopped and pulled back to swallow. One hand stayed busy on his throbbing member, cupping his balls at the bottom of each caress and stroking fingers up, over, and around at the top. Despite the clear evidence of his arousal in her hand, she peeked up at him again. He was leering at her, breathing heavily. However, all of these visual signs were waylaid by the smell. It was a dusty, sugary smell. She’d noticed it on some level before. She’d been trying to tune it out because it drove her plaga nuts. Now it was just the encouragement she needed.

Though she didn’t take him into her mouth yet, she shifted onto her knees and resumed licking and mouthing his shaft with fresh vigor. He pulled in a sharp breath and had to find a new grip on her shoulder to keep from grabbing her hair and ramming down her throat. It wasn’t like the opportunity didn’t present itself. Her open-mouthed kisses had strayed all the way to the end of his cock more than once. At long last, still holding him with one hand, she let him glide deeper into her warm orifice. And then she started sucking him like a lollipop. He clamped down on her shoulder and she cast a startled look up at him, but didn’t stop. The frightened doe expression mixed with the way she was still working his pole was too much. He held the back of her neck and pushed farther past her lips. Not enough to gag her, but enough to show her that he didn’t want to fool around with light touches all night.

Ashley whimpered and closed her eyes. So he was getting impatient. It wouldn’t do to have her mate get upset. Clearing her mind, she lowered her head until he touched the back of her throat. When she couldn’t take it any deeper, she let him slip wetly out of her mouth, swallowed, and then tried again. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to engulf his entire length, but the motions of her efforts didn’t go unappreciated. She sucked in the hot flesh until she felt her gag reflex twitch, and then pulled back before anything bad could happen.

Krauser learned her limits by touch and began thrusting back. Her first impulse was to push on his hips to stop him, because he still had that palm on the nape of her neck. “Put that hand back where it was.” The president’s daughter groaned around his cock, but obediently let it take up its original position. The vibration in her lips was heaven. He contemplated commanding her to hum something, but little sounds kept escaping by themselves. And she still kept up the suction. The soldier groaned and fucked her mouth faster. Her hand compensated for what wouldn’t fit in that moist heaven, and kept him from getting too over zealous.

There was very little warning before his cum shot into her mouth. She really did try to swallow, but two more shots followed and she doubled over coughing as soon as he released her. Shortly after, the water bottle popped into her line of sight. She accepted it and took a few sips. As soon as she could breathe, she wiped her chin. “Isn’t there some kind of law, etiquette thing that says you have to warn me?” Ashley smiled weakly.

He snorted. “Fine, I’ll try to communicate a little better next time.”

“Next time?” She giggled.

“There’ll be a next time.” He pulled on his pants, but only bothered with the zipper.

He sounded so sure of himself, but he had a right to be. Her and Jack had originally shared the bond of being strangers lost in a strange land. Something she could have broken once she was back in her natural environment. Now they were bound through their plagas as mates, as a—severely diminished—colony, and as the last two of their kind in the world. The ultimate strangers, really. No one else would be able to truly understand her like he could. There would be more of this sort of thing. She didn’t mind. He didn’t appear surprised when she turned in with him that night, cuddled up against his chest. It was warmer here, too, wrapped up with both covers to seal in their combined body heats. Ashley dozed comfortably.