Fighting Oblivion

Chapter Twenty Five

A/N Here we are at the final chapter! Only an epilogue to go! I hope you all enjoyed the journey with me! I appreciate you indulging my crack ship! I will see you all tomorrow for our last update.

Chapter Twenty Five

Gods, the way he kisses. His lips were so soft on mine, his tongue massaging my own, the occasional nip he gave my bottom lip...and the gentle little shocks of electricity I still felt everywhere his skin touched mine. It all combined into the best sensation I have ever felt in my life. He was so gentle with me, yet so strong. His fingers tugged lightly in my hair, just hard enough to make us break a part, tilt my head back slightly, and then his mouth was on my throat. Tongue lapping at my skin, teeth dragging across my flesh.

Fuck, I wanted more...needed more. I leaned all the way back, pulling him down so he was laying on top of me on the coach. He caught himself on his elbows, so his full weight wasn't resting on me, but gods did the weight of him, the strength of him, on top of me feel so good. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him further into me. I grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, clenched my fist and tugged him, harder than I meant to, but he just closed his eyes and let out a groan of pleasure. I guided his lips back to mine, I could taste the bitter hint of wine as his tongue entered my mouth. We drank a lot of wine, but I didn't feel truly buzzed until this moment, maybe I was just drunk on Sting. I needed to feel more of him. I slid my hands under his shirt then dragged my nails down his back, arching my hips so I could feel his hardness pressing into me.

"Oh fuck, Lucy," he rasped out my name, swirling his hips and grinding himself between my legs. And fuck I needed less clothes and more friction. Needed him to touch me, everywhere, all my secret places, needed his rough and gentle hands, his lips, his tongue on every inch of me. Needed him inside me.

"Oh, Sting, please," I begged. Please just make love to me.

"I've got you," he whispered in my ear. Then he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up. I tightened my legs around his waist, squeezing him harder, wrapping my arms around his neck as he stood up, supporting me. It felt good being pressed against him like this, his strong hands holding my weight like it was nothing. But all I wanted now was his bare skin on mine, my cool sheets under my back.

"Bed, now," I was surprised how demanding I sounded. I didn't ask, I ordered. The little twinkle in his eye told me that he didn't mind. And he sure followed my order perfectly, carrying me to my room and tossing me straight on the mattress. He stood back from the bed a little, just watching me. Staring, really. At first I felt so self conscious, gods does he like what he sees? Was my hair messed up? Were my teeth red from the wine? But then I noticed the way he was looking at me, not judging, admiring. Like I was the most irresistible thing he'd ever seen. And, honestly, same.

He was too far away from me and he was wearing far too many clothes for what I had in mind. I crawled across the mattress towards him, reached my hand out and tugged him towards me by those stupid suspenders he always wore. Those would have to go fast. It seemed like he could read my mind, because he pulled off that ridiculous vest then slipped the suspenders off his shoulders. His teeny tiny, too tight shirt followed soon after, and thank gods, because I didn't think I'd be able to take it off myself.

He stood by my bed, light filtering through the window, making it seem like his skin was literally glowing. He looked like a statue in the moonlight. His skin so smooth, his muscles so defined they could only have been carved. My fingers were itching to touch him, to trace every plane of his beautiful body. So I did. My fingers trailed down his chest and I felt him shudder beneath my touch. I hooked my fingers in the top of his pants and pulled him closer to me.