TITLE: Tormented by the Wonder Elf Part 2
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor
EMAIL: gyrfalcon@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get!
RATING: NC-17, graphic romantic sex
DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Krycek, 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: Rachel should have learned by now not to play Truth or Dare
when the guys give her a drink. Langly doesn't know any better, and
dares Frohike to do something that could make or break her feelings
for him.
Cause tonight I'm living in a fantasy/My own little nasty
world/Tonight don't you wanna come with me/Ooo I'm a nasty girl ----
Vanity 6
Frohike's voice was velvety in her ear. He started the story,
getting some hints from online stories, and some from just watching
her on the laptop. He'd never noticed how delicious her lips looked.
"You have come to me tonight. Sliding the door closed behind you,
the guys are gone. They're out of state helping Mulder on a case, so
it's just we two. I look over at you, then I stand, wondering what
you're doing here this late at night. You come closer, so close I
can smell that rose shampoo you use. You're right beside me now, and
you tug at the belt on your robe. The satin slithers to the floor,
and oh my god. There's nothing hiding that beautiful body from my
gaze." He paused to take a small drink of water and noticed Rachel
was breathing through her mouth. Apparently she liked the story so
far. A strange mix of wonder and happiness seem to flicker over her
features. He continued with the story.
I see you and my desire grows. I look into your eyes and see them
blaze with your passion. I bring my hands to your body, bringing them
up high as I touch your hair...your neck...your shoulders... Your
flesh so hot, your skin so smooth...I love the feel of you. I bend in
close, I drink in your scent, my lips meet yours, we
kiss...deeper...deeper...I kiss
you softly now, backing off...you grab me, you hold me closer, your
tongue passes over my lips and presses into my mouth. A smile passes
across my lips as our wet tongues play together in my mouth and in
yours...back and forth we go as our hands explore each other, tongues
exploring in pantomime of our hands. I feel your hands slip down my
back...I feel you grip at my ass and I follow suit, gripping you
tightly, feeling the firm flesh as you flex and move from foot to
foot.
Your knees start to feel weak, so I hold you closer, kissing you so
deeply that you almost open your eyes again to insure this is no
dream. Oh, your lips smolder on me so sweetly that I know you are
here...you are the center of my sensuality... And finally, after an
eternity of passion, the kiss breaks...your eyes opening as you draw
a breath, but it catches in your throat for a moment as you see in my eyes that my
desire has become still hotter...my desire to be with you...to bring
you pleasure...to entwine with you...spend myself within you...hold
you close...and so much more...
Your chest heaving, you put your hands on my chest and feel it rising
and falling rapidly, but still I press on. My lips come down once
again, kissing your earlobe, a slight nibble there...moving further
down and across your neck to your throat...I nibble with my lips and
twirl my tongue across your delectable skin. I feel the vibrations of
a moan passing through your throat. Your hands grip at me once again,
and I bring mine up to your hips...gripping with a brief squeeze,
then trail my fingers up across your torso, your ribs, your chest...
You moan out a yes as my hands come up and take a firm hold of your
sweet breasts... I knead them and roll them against your chest as my
tongue moves and my lips come up to kiss your lips again. I feel you pressing against my
thigh, and I can feel how moist you have become in your desire...and
I ache to fulfil your every whim, to give you the pleasure you crave
and hunger for. I step into your pressing, grinding against you and
you moan into my mouth and a tremor runs through you...a foretaste of
things to come..."
He loosened the buttons on his pajama top that he'd changed into.
Staring at her image, he noticed that her hands were gripping the
edge of the couch and she was almost panting. But Rachel was still
quiet and kept her eyes closed. He'd never thought of her this way,
but the story started to take on a more personal meaning. Wouldn't
it be nice if a beautiful young thing like her would let him do such
things? And God, but she really was beautiful when she was turned
on. His voice came back to her.
"Your arms encircle me, pulling me close again, wanting me soooo
close to you and I willingly comply, kissing you, fondling your
breasts as my thumbs play back & forth across your stiff nipples, my
hips bumping against you in a way that intensifies your pleasure,
increases your wetness, causes you to moan more, makes you feel like
you will either burst or burn up...and sensing this, I withdraw
slightly...touching you with only my fingertips as I look at you
lovingly and smile playfully but kindly. Your breath comes in pants,
your body calming but your passion remaining constant. Even as your
lips form the words that will unlock my inner restraint, my mouth is
covering your breasts and neck with light kisses, so many falling so
quickly that it tickles you in your feverish state, the sweat from
your lovely body tasting so good on my burning lips. And on and on I
kiss you, my fingers sliding up your thighs, gripping them sooooo
very firmly while sliding my hands up...and then the pressure backs
off as my fingers come to the very tops of your
inner thighs...another mild moan escapes from your tightened lips as
my fingers graze across your mound, touching ever so lightly that you
can hardly constrain yourself from thrusting forward onto my waiting
fingers."
Frohike almost came himself at the sound of her low moan over the
sensitive speakers. Now she was panting in truth , and her hands
clenched and unclenched the couch. He realized with a start that she
was trying not to touch herself in case someone came in.
"They feel so very soft to your most sensitive places, and yet they
are so firm and strong that even thinking about my hands drives you
wild. Oh and I want to unleash your wildness, bring you to a fever
pitch as I give you more...more...so much more...and you make me want
to give you every last bit of it..."
Suddenly, she froze, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her other hand
was knuckle-white against the cushions. His mouth fell open. My
God, Rachel had just had an orgasm listening to him talk about
fingering her! Stunned, he quickly cleared his throat and made up
something to let her down easy. She slowly lay on her side on the
couch. She'd regret that come morning.
"Once again I softly stroke you, kissing you softer and slower,
giving you lighter embraces as I hear and feel your breathing slow
to normal, slowing moment by moment as I hold you and kiss you,
stroking the back of your neck and your hair
now...softly...softly...slowly. You are so wonderful to be with, so
good to be holding, so deep & refreshing a well to drink
from...relax...relax...let me hold you...easy now, easy...take a
breath...calm your racing heart...just feel me so close to you...I
can feel you smiling against my chest...I can feel you returning once
more as you relax...easy....easy, now...once more now, breathe
deeply... relax...I'm right here with you still...not going
anywhere...there now, another smile...sleep if you need to, I'll be
here holding you until you wake up again...sweet dreams..."
It was like being hypnotized. She was out like a light, and no small
part was all the alcohol. Unfortunately, Frohike was now stone sober
and horny as hell. He sighed and closed the computer, taking off the
mike. Grabbing his own robe, he set off for the very, very, very
long walk to the shower. It may even take two showers before I can
sleep, he thought. Hell, maybe three.