TITLE: Thanking the Gods
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get!
DISCLAIMER: The LGM and anyone else you recognize are 1013's.
However, Rachel Ann MacGregor is all mine.
SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM
series. CATEGORY: Frohike/Rachel
SYNOPSIS: Frohike's alive, and boy is Rachel happy about it.
NOTES: Comes after "First Bliss, then Trauma". Frohike and Rachel do
the wacky again. Be gentle, this is my first fic beyond a PG-18,
She was dragging him back to the bedroom by the front of his vest
while walking backwards. She hit the edge of the bed and stopped,
still kissing him ferociously. He was breathing almost as hard as
she was as they tore at each other's clothes. His glasses dragged
off his face as she pulled his shirt over his head, and he managed to
pop a few buttons on her shirt. When he started to apologize, she
growled a little and pushed him back on the bed. She quickly
divested him of the remainder of his clothes and teased him a little
as she wiggled out of her jeans.
She crawled over him, her hair coming out of its braid. He threaded
his fingers through it and pulled her close for a soul-searching
kiss. One hand slipped down to a breast and eased between them to
play with the nipple. Her hips trapped his erection between them and
she pressed against him as his other hand fell to the other breast.
He was licking her neck, lapping up the taste of her. He bit at the
base of her throat, causing her to arch against him wetly. "Unhhh,
Suddenly, she lifted away from him and sat up. The heat between her
legs was searing his cock as she stared down at him. With one swift
movement, she rose on her knees and impaled herself on his shaft.
His hands grabbed her hips, holding her still for moment so he didn't
lose himself too quickly in that slice of heaven. She was slick with
need for him, her nipples hard with excitement. He let his hands
have free rein over those luscious globes as she started to slip up
and down him.
She was sure the look on her face betrayed how well he fit. Each
slide on his shaft brought it into contact with her sweet spot, and
she increased the tempo. She wouldn't let him do any of the work as
she rose and fell above him. He grinned evilly and slid a thumb
across her clitoris, making her rhythm falter as she gasped. A few
more strokes of that, and white light burst behind her eyes. The
coiling heat in her belly suddenly flushed across her thighs and
chest as she fell forward onto her hands. Her hair surrounded his
face, and she barely recognized the keening voice as her own.
The ringing in her ears made it difficult to get her bearings as he
suddenly rolled them over and thrust deeply within her. He pushed
deep within her and froze, gasping for air. His fingers dug into her
shoulders as his eyes squeezed shut. She quivered with aftershocks,
his seed bathing her insides. `Oh God Rachel, oh God, Oh Rachelů."
After a long moment, he took a deep, shuddering breath and slipped
from her. He eased himself down beside her so as not to hurt her
with his weight. She curled within his arms on his chest, not caring
how sweaty and sticky they were. He had to clear his throat before
he could speak.
"Yeah, being alive is far better." His arm around her tightened. "I
could get used to this, if you don't kill this old man with pleasure."
She looked up at his face, smiling. A light kiss landed on his
mouth. "You're not old, I'm glad you're alive, and who says I'm done
with you yet?" His laughter shook her warmly as her head fell to his
chest, still smiling.