My first date with my husband, well official that is.... was EVERYTHING, I'd never experienced, at least not without pain involved or just really had experience with period. I suppose I should clarify what I mean a little bit better, Paul never took me 'out'.... I was forced to be a third wheel; I wasn't his LOVER.... I was his plaything, a toy in all ways. Because to tell the truth he and Gene were in a relationship at one point in time.... maybe it was the 70s. Gene was as I have said, Paul's lap dog...his procurer. I was one of the ones.... Paul never did anything to be nice, to romance me even if I was being 'good'. He had his 'image'.... i suppose, or he was so used to being in control.... or it's because the 'hero' became the villain. Take your pick. The point is my date with my husband....my alien, Mick was patient...he was kind, gentle, firm...he did things because he wanted to NOT because there were strings attached. He put in ACTUAL effort, and this is also the night, I wouldn't realize JUST HOW MUCH my life was fixing to go off the rails and I'm not just talking about what I know Mick has told you, my getting pregnant with our first child...our daughter. I surprised my self by asking Mick to make love to me, I was trembling I was so afraid, but Mick? He showed ME and made me feel what love was and supposed to be.... but our relative happiness would NOT last long sad to say. I was afraid, afraid of losing Mick...afraid of being pregnant.... of losing everything....my sanity, my doubts of not being worthy of Mick....
But before we get more into the shit storm that is coming.... let's get into a night that truly changed my life and rocked my world....
Mick and I are still locked in a kiss of passion, so much so that it makes me cry and when we part for breath, his eyes......warm frost, a darker blue than mine.... are glowing, filled with such emotion, a gentle hand on my cheek now.
"Are you ready to go home?"
I gulp panting slightly still from our kiss and whisper, "Yes." A gentle kiss as Mick then helps me up and I insist on packing up what remains of our picnic and we head for home, and I find I can't quit glancing at Mick and Mick thought he's paying attention to the road....is doing the same...
I can't believe.... i asked him, to make love to me......i was hesitant, scared...still am. Mick has shown me already NOTHING I've ever felt before, I've dreamed about it.... with him. I wish my head.... that I wasn't well still fractured. I know I feel for Mick.... i am afraid to take the next step as far as saying it.... He's told me he loves me; I can see and feel he means it. I just.... carry so much trauma from my previous so-called relationship.... i just don't feel worthy of Mick, I don't feel ready in different ways......i haven't completely opened to Mick....
Stop it Eric.... he is not like THEM.... you trust him, you TRUST him....
I've been so deep in my thoughts I haven't even noticed we've arrived home, and I feel my nerves rise as we get out of the car and Mick leads me upstairs, I'm still kind of out of it....
That gentle guitar callused hand to my face.... the scent of lemons, vodka and leather ensnaring my senses...
"I am worried about you Eric; we don't have to do this.... I'll wait for as long as you need."
"No!" I stammer, "I want this Mick...I want this with YOU. I trust you."
"I've got you Eric, I hear you.... would you feel more comfortable in your room? "I blink at Mick in shock at those words.
"You'd do that for me?" My voice is small.
"I'd do anything for you Sapphire." Is his reply, and I tell him slowly, his room and with that I enter for the first time, the alien's lair and take everything in....its so Mick, safe....a lamp dimly lit for ME, dark yet warm tones and to my surprise....by his side of the bed I see: Me...more specifically a picture of me....taken during rehearsals for my show case and I feel the sting of tears, Mick is quick to wipe them away. I can feel myself shaking....and those lips, thin but warm...perfect, seek my own, hands gently exploring my body....no words needed for the time being...
In slow motion and asking silently for permission, Mick helps me remove my bandana, my clothes and to my shock and pleasure, he lets me TOUCH him...remove his clothes and I've never been able to do such things before....and before I know it, we're bare before one another, and I look at the carpet....
"If you're wondering.... you are STUNNING.... look at me...." Mick's voice is low and soothing, I do so.... his cheeks flushed, his hungry.... expression filled with desire...with care and my eyes drift down...and widen.....his length, is wow......thick I can tell and before I know it, I reach out and touch it, Mick bucks and jerks....and I think I've done something wrong, as he hisses and of course ever the alien Mick says, "Y-You aren't doing anything wrong...Eric...Sapphire, I did that out of PLEASURE....please." Mick is begging and gentle both as I resume touching his member wrapping my hand around it, getting on my knees....as I take him in my mouth, his hand holding me in place as I work him, gaining more confidence as I go and if the moans that are coming out of him are any indication....i am doing it right and for the first time in so long....i am LOVING doing this.....i fondle Mick and he releases in my mouth with a loud cry....and I swallow it, my body very much heated and without thinking I get off my knees and kiss him......setting my doubts and fears aside and FEELING HIM.
"Micky...." I moan as Mick begins to place kisses all over the column of my throat and this time, I BEG HIM. "PLEASE BABY..." tugging at his long raven hued locks.
"I love you Eric....and I've got you.... god, I've got you....do you trust me?" Mick whispers against my neck, I moan out my answer as I feel myself layed carefully on his bed, on my side....as Mick makes sure I am ok, and begins to prep me...not hurting me....it stings....but...soon it turns to pleasure, my body is on fire....I'm already covered in sweat.....and Mick being a man that is full of surprises, has me to where I'm riding him and we look at one another, words being exchanged in our glances, tears in my eyes and in his as slowly, he twines our hands together and begins gradually to enter me, me forgetting how to breathe, a burning sensation until at last he has me filled completely. Mick wipes away my tears, as I do his, "I will remember this night forever...E-Eric.... Sapphire."
"A-As will I...." I manage to whisper, feeling overwhelmed...letting instinct take control as I wriggle my hips and Mick begins thrusting and my senses are on overload, as I arch against him....and he snakes a hand down to my member and I scream his name....broken syllables, Mick also keeps my lips busy, our dance continues for the sweetest of eternities....until I can feel myself getting close....., "Micky...m-my....a-alien.....I....NEED YOU."
Mick, oh Mick gets my message as with one well timed and perfect thrust I come UNDONE as my release COVERS him and I feel him release within me for many, many endless moments......Mick after a time withdrawals, almost reluctantly....gritting his teeth at the pain in his back till it passes, and he gently begins to clean me....me crying at how sweet he's being...how WONDERFUL.
"Do you trust me?" Mick seems shy.
"Yes....um, c-can I stay with you?"
"Yes...." I feel a gentle kiss to my lips as he joins me in bed, both of us still naked and our legs entwined as I lay my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, exhaustion hitting me. "That was.... i mean.... was I good?"
"You were and ARE amazing. It was like I could feel YOU...your heartbeat in time with my own. Sleep Eric, I'm not going anywhere, and I will be right here when you wake."
"Ok Micky Ok..." I murmur, yawning as I give into the call of sleep but not before I hear him say...
"I love you so much.... remember that always."
A/N: Eric and Mick had a hot and tender, loving night together and a child will result from their union and sadly, we are fast approaching the return of Paul and Gene.
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