Pull Of The Sun
By Missy

TITLE: Pull Of The Sun
PARTS: One of One
RATING: NC-17 (lang; sexual content: M/F, oral, Anatomical and act refference);
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CATEGORY: Smut; h/c
PAIRINGS: Duh!
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Can a loss be remedied?

NOTES: For Kath.

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"I need you."

He watched her face in surprise. Those eyes were swollen from tears she had been too proud to cry, and he lay wrapped around her protectively, still trying to save them both from grief.

"But..."

"I need you."

And she kissed him.

She tasted like heaven; surely that's what a cloud tasted of; vanilla and spun sugar. "Please..." She struggled out of her nightgown. She trembled as the cold air hit her peaked nipples. He could feel her need, almost bordering on hysteria.

He took her mouth savagely.

She whimpered, submissively, and he was surprisingly aggressive as her nightgown hit the floor. Her bare breasts trembled, and he didn't realize she was shaking violently until his mouth captured her plump nipple, suckling strongly upon it. Her head tossed backward; groaning, she clutched him to her breast, as though their dryness could provide him sustenance.

He abandoned the peak for its twin, and the abandoned one wept for his touch. He switched, back and forth, massaging whatever didn't occupy his greedy mouth. But it wasn't enough; she wanted him to swallow her, to become a part of his soul.

His mouth trailed down her shuddering stomach, finding nothing to impede his path to the center of her sex.

Laverne cried out, almost sobbing now; she could barely reach him from this position. Her finger caught the sleeve of his tee-shirt and yanked it up over his head as he kissed her mons.

"Lenn..." She gasped, "Oh.." When he divided her, she already dripped with need; he tested her with his fingers, then touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris.

He didn't stop with one lick.

She clutched his head, wanting something to hold on to; but she wanted something more than her own pleasure tonight.

"Please..." She whispered. His tongue flickered over her clitoris, and she clawed at her pillow, trying to climb up against the headboard. "Len, now..."

"Now?" His voice came from somewhere between her breasts.

"Inside. Please. Now..." She felt him part her, could smell his breath and hear him panting. His right hand groped for hers and clutched it.

"I love ya, Vernie," He said, tenderly. He spread her open, filling her so completely that a tiny choked sob to come from her throat. "Hurt ya?" He asked.

She shook her head, cupping his face with her free hand. "Don't stop." She whispered.

He rose above her, swaying slightly and causing the sweetest sensation to glow through her; more bone melting than erotic. He clutched the bedpost with his free hand and her legs encircled his waist.

All she really wanted was to hold him inside of her body, to feel his heart beat so deeply within her form. To hold life. She would be content to lie still and just cradle him within. At that moment the encounter went beyond the usual pursuit of pleasure her body made; It was almost beyond description.

She could feel him more completely than any lover before; his chest brushing her breast as he stroked within her. His right hand still reverently clasping her left. The scent and expulsion of his breath, almost parallel to her own mouth. Suddenly he rolled her to her side, then pulled her astride his prone form.

She looked down in surprise, but he silenced her with a sharp thrust of his hips. This didn't seem to satisfy him and, with a grunt, he rolled her over. The lay, facing each other, her legs wrapped around his mid-section, his shaft still buried inside of her.

"Not enough," He whispered, "I want more...I wanna go deeper."

She gasped, kissing his face, "I wanna crawl up inside of ya."

He laughed, "Yer there." He said.

Then she gasped as he entered her completely.

It was suddenly enough, and, one hand spread out across her waist, the other clutching at the headboard, they entered into an instinctive dance as old as time.

A thousand sensations came together; the scent of his sweat; the sensation of his tender progress, the sound of his voice whispering her name; the bed squeaking beneath them. The sight of his blue eyes, revealing two miniature, gasping Laverne's clutching his shoulders and squirming their hips against his.

The orgasm she never intended to have swept over her body, convulsing her entire landscape. She screamed his name, tears flooding from her eyes. He had been so unselfish with her.

Once, twice more; then her name, over and over again in a litany. Sweet pulsations Her body greedily accepting his tide like a starving shore. She wanted to carry him within forever.

He kissed her face repeatedly, unable to stop himself. Some of the tears were his own.

And it still wasn't enough. She still couldn't fully express how much she really loved him.

"Love, love, love you." She said. Tears pouring from her eyes.

He kissed her forehead, rolling her to her back. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

She understood. Not for this.

Because Shirley had died.

Overwhelmed, she embraced him, weeping unto limpness. When he tried to withdraw, her embrace strengthened.

"Don't leave me, Len," She said, softly, "Don't ever leave me..."

"I won't." He promised, lying his damp head against her bare breast. In minutes, he was asleep. She, pulled to him like the earth to the moon, could not help but follow suit.

And morning came.