Brotherly Love

08/28/2009

I always watch movies in the evening, and Fridays were a sort of "double feature" night for me. This week, was a triple feature, since I'd missed Monday's movie because of the party. I couldn't remember if I'd watched it that day, so I watched it on Tuesday, and Tuesday's movie on Wednesday and so on, until Thursday's movie was the first movie on Friday.

I've just put in the second movie for the night (and the first of the movies originally slated for tonight) when the door opens. Immediately, I recognize the distinctive foot-falls and jacket rustling as Rowan in the entryway.

"Hello?" the Fianna calls. I resume my spot on the couch quickly, trying hard to make it look like I've been lounging there the whole time.

"Just me, Ro," I call back, clicking the play button belatedly to start the movie.

"Oh..." he says, coming around into the living room. "Right... Well... Um..." he stammers hesitantly, looking anywhere but me.

"Going to join me tonight?" I ask, keeping him in the corner of my sight while I pretend to pay attention to the TV.

"Er... No... See... I have some things to do... So... Sorry..." he responds, still fumbling his words. I roll my eyes, knowing that he was either lying or trying to hide something from me.

"Ro... Please stop lying to me... What kind of stuff do you need to do anyways?" I sigh, pausing the movie and sitting up to fix my gaze completely on him. He freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

"Well... Er... Stuff... for the... Thunderwyrms!" His attempts to lie wouldn't have fooled the ragabash cub. I sigh again.

"Rowan... Stop. Lying," I say firmly, adding just a hint of my desire to snap at him for good measure. He sighs, hanging his head in defeat, and sits in the chair about as far away from me as the room would allow. "Ro... You've been acting weird since I woke up on Tuesday... Did I do something at the party? I know I lost my pants, but did I say anything that's made you so uncomfortable?"

"No! It's not- It's just..." He sighs, putting his head in his hands and rubbing at his face. It's still easy to see his face turning red. "Merce- I- We-" he stammers and it suddenly clicks into place.

"We slept together, didn't we?" I ask, saying the words for him. His face snaps up, still blushing something fierce, before he quickly looks away, mumbling something. "Rowan," I say firmly, and my tone makes him face me. He looks ashamed and conflicted.

"Yes," he answers quietly, barely audible but I was able to see his mouth move. For a moment, I wonder if he'd taken advantage of me in my drunken state at the party... but quickly dismiss the thought as unlikely at best. Rowan would never do that, and I wasn't sure I would've said no even if I hadn't been so drunk I didn't remember a thing even five days later.

I know it would be viewed as a Litany breach if anyone found out, but I'm still firmly of the opinion that, as long as I don't get pregnant, there's no breach. It's even kind of beneficial that I didn't remember a thing about my party, especially given that everyone must've passed out or someone would have mentioned it by now. Added to the fact that I'd had my period as normal this week, I'm not terribly concerned by this new development.

"If that was all, why didn't you just tell me?" I ask softly. His face turns bright red and he looks off to one side again. I didn't really need to ask, since he was practically radiating shame. I sigh and get up kneel in front of his chair. "Did you need it?" I ask instead.

He stammers for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah... but... I may... I don't know if..." he rambles, never finishing his thought out loud. I reach up and cup his face, making him look at me briefly before I kiss him, gently pressing my lips to his. I'm taken aback by his sudden response as he pulls me into his lap and holds me to him with bruising strength, his tongue forcing its way past my lips to wage war in my mouth. As suddenly as he'd acted, he pulls away, leaving us both breathless. "I shouldn't... I'm your alpha... It's wrong..."

"No, it's not wrong, Ro," I reply, cutting him off. "You're my brother. You love me, right?" Again, a question I already knew the answer to. I see his reaction in his eyes before he acts. I must've said those words before. He pulls me close, hugging me to him tightly and burying his face in my neck. I shiver from his breath on my neck and snake my arms around him. I didn't need to hear his answer, since I already knew it.

"Yes," he answers quietly, the exhalation against my neck causing another spasm of shivering.

"If you need it, Ro, I'll give you anything," I respond, equally quiet, against his ear. He squeezes me tightly enough that I worry about breathing for a brief moment before he releases me.

"I never thought..." he says, mumbling into my shoulder. I nudge him so that I could see his face. He obligingly meets my gaze.

"That I'd be this willing when I'm not so drunk I don't remember a thing?" I suggest helpfully. He nods and then presses his forehead against mine. "Ro," I continue, "I love you. I'm your sister. If you need me, I'm here. If this is what you need from me, then I want you to have it."

"I don't want to take advantage-" he starts, turning away, but I gently redirect his gaze with a hand under his chin back to my face.

"I'm saying 'yes', aren't I?" I ask calmly. "You're not ordering me to do this... We're not drunk... There's no advantage to be taken, Ro." He buries his face in my shoulder again and I'm suddenly all to aware of our bodies. I sigh, leaning my head against his.

"Snow's out making talens... D'you know if Doc-"

"Doc said she'd be home late from work," I answer, cutting him off in anticipation of what he was asking.

Without warning, he stands, holding me in his arms and an undignified squeak escapes before I can stop it. He ignores it and moves quickly towards the door to the basement (a new one, since Snow had kicked down the old one). I fumble for the door knob when he gets there, and he shuts the door behind us with his shoulder. He navigates the stairs quickly, and more ably than I could with someone in my arms. When we're out of the door's line of sight, he sets me on my feet, traps me against a wall and kisses me with all the passion from before. Finally, I could understand a little of why sex was such a huge thing.

He breaks away again, leaving me panting for breath. "Merce? You're sure?" he asks, searching my face presumably for any sort of hesitation.

I nod quickly, eyes still adjusting to the dark of the basement. The torn expression that had haunted his face and eye before vanishes, leaving unrestrained admiration in it's absence. If he hadn't been holding me up against the wall, my knees wouldn't have supported my weight. I melt under that stare and pull him back to me, kissing him again and taking more initiative.

I tug his shirt free of his waistband, and run my hands along the skin they found underneath. He moans into my mouth and does the same, easily pushing the fabric up until he reaches the clasp of my bra and opens it. I gasp into the kiss and hold on to him tightly as his hands push aside the intervening fabric and fondle my breasts. One of the hands slips downwards to the fly of my pants, easily unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down. My own hands fumble at his shirt buttons and belt, failing to make much progress because of the hormones making my mind fuzzy and hindering what I wanted to do.

At last, he breaks the kiss and obliges, removing his shirt and belt as well as my own shirt and bra. They're cast aside without much care and he comes back to me, kissing my senses away again. He wraps his arms around me tightly and the feel of skin on skin sends tingles down my back and a warm feeling coils in my gut. Dimly, I'm aware that he's pushing my pants and underwear down just enough to allow his hand to -

I gasp, fully breaking the kiss this time as his fingers briefly stroke at the moist folds between my legs. My head rolls back against the cool wall as I try in vain to catch my breath. The fingers are soon gone though, and, reclaiming my lips, he makes short work of getting rid of what clothing I was still wearing. My fumbling hands join his in getting his pants out of the way as well.

This, I decide dimly in some still functioning part of my mind, was the difference between now and what I'd had with Anthony. Anthony had been sweet and caring, but there'd been no emotional connection, and everything with Rowan had that and mental connection as well.

He lays me on the floor, and I shiver at the coolness of the concrete. He joins me within a moment and I forget about that discomfort in the heat of his body as it presses against me.

He finds my eyes again, that torn expression clearly back on his face even if my sight had long since gone hazy. "Mercy? I- You're sure?" he asks again, hovering over me. I fix my eyes on his and nod slowly so he could make no mistake. He shifts slightly as he kisses me briefly, kneeling between my legs. I feel his member rub against my slick outer folds and I moan against his lips.

He pulls away one brief moment and whispers, "Gaia forgive us," before he's kissing me again and thrusting inside of me. I make a gasping moaning noise as he continues to move. I shift one leg to a different angle, and I have to close my eyes as he seems to plunge even further into me. I break the kiss and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my moans. He nips at my jaw, neck and ear before moaning against my shoulder.

"Ro, Ro, Ro, Ro..." His name is a constant chant on my lips like some sort of blasphemous rite. The coiling in my gut only winds tighter and gets hotter as Rowan pumps in and out until it feels like everything inside me is on fire.

"Mercy... I-" he pants against my ear.

And then it snaps. I clutch Rowan to me tightly, nails digging deeply into his back even as I bite his shoulder to muffle the scream that threatened to loose itself from my throat. I hear him moan against my neck as his thrusts die away after a few hard and deep ones. He doesn't move much after that, more twitches than anything else.

He rolls to one side, wrapping his arms protectively around me. "Oh Merce..." he sighs into my hair. I shiver and move to be more fully in his embrace to bury my face against his chest. "Stay with me?" he asks uncertainly. I look up at him, smiling weakly in my daze.

"Always," I respond without hesitation.