Ren

Books Never Could (NSFW)

I committed the lines of his face to my memory.

This wasn't going to last forever. These strange emotions emanating from him was not a reliable indication of anything, really.

I searched the unique depths of his eyes for something to say. It was the most awkward situation I'd ever been in, yet I felt more at peace and comfort in his arms, than I'd ever felt before.

His stoic face gave nothing away, and I tried to wiggle free.

I forced my mind to consider the facts. This is too much. You shouldn't feel this way. You're being emotional.

His grip on the fleshy part of my upper thigh tightened significantly and he inhaled sharply.

"Please." His tone was clipped but entreating. Something in my chest hurt at his simple plea. I ran my finger gently over the light pink scar on his cheek.

Nan had always told me to keep my mind busy, should anything happen to him. 'If your mind goes, everything goes...' And sitting in his arms, with my legs around him, I thought about a story I'd read years ago. I couldn't remember the specifics, but the little boy grew up surrounded by people that didn't understand him; and tried to tame him. His story was tragic and lonely, and tortured. My heart had ached for him the same way it ached for Ren, now.

Suddenly his grip around me disappeared and I fell out of his embrace.

"I am not Heathcliff," his shoulders were squared, and the severe demeanor of his face mimicked the lifeless features of his helmet. I glanced over and saw it still sat in a spot-lighted pit of ash, untouched from his earlier rampage. "Your pity irritates me."

His words cut through me and I felt embarrassed, but only for a moment. What ever was torturing him was calling to me somehow. I didn't know much about mutants, but I knew enough to understand the connection couldn't have come from me.

Whatever strange psychic connection we shared was triggering my feelings. I had no control over his ability to hear me any more than I had control over what those feelings were. It irked me that he considered my empathy as something to abhor.

"What is your fucking problem?" I whispered. He was close enough to hear me clearly, but there was no reply. I pushed past him to leave, fully aware I had no clue where I was headed or how to get back out without the pull guiding me. If he couldn't accept my basic humanity, then what was the point?

Before I could make it to the threshold, his massive hands were on me again, whipping me around. Without hesitation or consideration, he pulled my face to his and drank from me.

I shoved against his shoulders, not entirely wanting this, but not entirely hating it either.

My mind swirled with questions that needed answering and emotions that needed understanding but still the violence in his lips was all consuming.

I was fully aware of the moment this time. I was aware of him lifting me and my legs instinctively wrapping around him. My arms wound around his neck and his hands dug into my ass.

A groan of appreciation left his lips but was swallowed by mine. His grip tightened.

The pressure inside of me was building, but to what I wasn't certain. I knew the medical side of sex, and was aware of the implied satisfaction from it, but had never once thought I'd crave what all those authors had written about...

The heat between my legs was intensifying and soon I couldn't get enough of Ren. His hands were still in the leather gloves, but now they were roaming as I clung to him. They were sliding up my back, beneath the fabric of my shirt wisps of fire licked up the trail his hands were blazing.