My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 18Rachel dipped her spoon back into the ramekin. He had been right, this was delicious. Taking her time between each bite, savoring the small serving, she glanced back towards her companion. Mark wasn't quite as controlled as her and was licking the spoon clean from his last spoonful. The room was elegant and lit with low lights and candles on each table. Surprisingly the hustle and music from the bar didn't make past the restaurant's walls. And they had escaped into a quiet romantic setting. No doubt this had worked before, but she could see why. Besides this was much more her speed than dancing. "So, Doctor Logan," she started, causing him to smirk at her continued use of his fake title, "do you have any hobbies outside of saving lives?" Normally a question about hobbies would be a normal topic on a first "date". But as the question left her lips she paused and almost went to adjust the wording. She had meant as a doctor. The play on words sort of amused her though, and she closed her mouth with a smile. "Well, I use to like art. My dad sketched a lot in his free time, so I picked that up." Mark placed the spoon on the small saucer holding his ramekin, signaling he was done and sat back in his chair. Rachel wondered if that part were true, then what he actually said registered to her.
"Use to? Why not anymore?" She asked, taking another bite. He leaned forward, staring at her intently as she removed the spoon from her mouth. Rachel returned his gaze with curiosity. Lightly he placed his hand on her free one, laying on the table. "Well, it all seems a bit trivial now. Anything, I would draw would be trash." "Why?" Rachel whispered, caught up in the way his voice had grown somber and deep, how close he had gotten, and how he traced his fingers lightly over her hand. "After seeing you I can't imagine any artist could continue. Next to your beauty, what ever they might create would pale in comparison." As he spoke his fingers had traveled lightly up her arm till his palm was resting on her wrist, fingers curled under. Running his palm back down he picked up her hand to bring it to his mouth for a gentle kiss. Rachel rolled her eyes as he kissed her fingers and pulled back her hand with a laugh. "You actually had me going there," she admitted, lifting her coffee cup to give him a pseudo-cheers. "And what about you? What do you do with your time, besides being radiant?" "Mmm," Rachel sounded, as she swallowed her coffee, "that does take up quite a bit of time." Mark remained close, leaning his elbows on the table to get comfortable. "But in my free time, I like to play tennis," she began her list, hearing him give a quick quiet snort of air, "garden, and well..." she slowly let her voice drop. "What?" he asked, leaning closer. "Oh, it's sort of ...nerdy." Biting her lip, she looked at him with red cheeks. "I'm sure it's not." He seemed just as captivated as she had been only a minute before. "Well I know it's probably pretty lame, but... I play video games." She whispered as if it were a horrible thing to find in a potential partner. His eyes lit up, and she caught what might have been him rolling his own eyes. "Oh," he laughed, "I do too." His gaze focused back on her and he raised an eyebrow. "What games do you like to play?" It was a test, like her asking him what type of practice he wanted to go into. "Well, I use to enjoy Mad Dash 4, but since 5 came out, I can't go back. The graphics have improved so much in such a little amount of time. But if I'm playing with others I would have to say Monkey Wars, it doesn't have all the boring back stories of some games, and you just get to blow stuff up. Well... Monkey Wars, the Darkened Jungle, not the Fearsome Apes, of course." This time he was the one to not have a response. He laughed in brief astonishment. Raising his eyebrows, he glanced down to pick up his cup, "I agree completely." Raven didn't totally block out the boys when she read in the common room. They grew into a comfortable silence as he took a sip of his drink. Rachel glanced around the room as he did, noticing the mirror hanging on the wall for the first time. Her own black hair and slightly distorted face threw her off for a second. With a short laugh, she looked back down at her cup. "Hm?" Mark asked, putting down the drink. Dropping her voice a bit deeper, as if she consciously gave Rachel a higher pitched voice, she answered, "I think you were right. I had almost forgotten I was Rachel. You know me as Raven and that's who I've been acting like. I don't think Rachel has ever been this outgoing. I had always thought I was freer as the non-demon, but this is actually my mask." She kept her voice quiet, making sure no one else would hear them. Mark smiled softly, mulling over what she said for a second. He looked like he was about to say something else, but his eyes darted to something behind her. He gave her a crooked grin, "You were the one who hit on me first without knowing it was me." Thanking the waiter, he held out his hand to take the check. Rachel politely smiled at the man, knowing she had just been steered from mentioned their identities around someone else. But he did have a point. "So," she said leaning forward to point at the check he was writing his room number on, "do you just not like to carry around your card?" "Heh," he thumped his finger on the number as she leaned back to finish her treat. "This is to put it back in your mind again that I have a room upstairs." Rachel laughed lightly, "I have to admit, I can see why you do so well when you come out." Placing her spoon down as well, she looked back towards him and smiled. "But I suppose you don't have to try so hard with me." "Of course I do," he reached his hand forward to run it over the back of her hand again. "You deserve to be wooed every time." He flipped her hand over and ran his fingers lightly over the delicate skin of her wrist and up over her palm. "Whether is the first time, or the hundredth." Rachel smiled briefly, "That's a good line." She whispered, looking down. "I mean it." His voice was low and serious and she raised her eyes again to meet his. He didn't have the same playful smirk that he often wore, but a smaller sweet smile. The waiter caught her eye, he had been walking to their table but veered off as he noticed the intimate scene. Rachel rose a little in her seat and lightened her voice a tad, "So," she purred, "do you stay here often?" She was more than ready to leave to the next step. His smile widened, obviously catching the play was back on. "Whenever I'm in town." "Are the rooms nice?" "Perhaps you should be the judge of that." The hand already touching hers scooped under to raise it to his lips again and gave her a lingering kiss. "After all, you obviously have such great taste." With a quick wink, he rose to walk around to her seat. Rachel rolled her eyes again at his cheesiness, but still appreciated the fact he was going through all the gentleman gestures of placing her napkin on the table for her, pulling out her seat, and offering his hand for her to stand. Though at each point he had taken advantage of letting his touch linger, such as his fingers brushing unnecessarily on her leg as he grabbed the napkin, or brushing her bare arm as he reached for the back of the chair. And each time she was reminded of how much she enjoyed his touch. Mark offered his arm and walked them to the elevator. They casually strolled in a relaxed pace. It surprised Rachel just how much it made the desire burn even deeper with the rising anticipation. They knew what was coming and how good they were together. She could literally teleport them away after one quick turn into an empty hall. But instead, they let their gaze skim the surrounding lobby, keeping their body lightly toughing as a small taste of what's to come. They boarded the elevator with a small glance, keeping quiet and civil in front of the elderly couple joining them. Rachel glanced around the elevator. Standing next to Mark and comparing themselves to the elderly couple, Rachel felt a twinge of comfort. The ding signaled their floor and Mark gave a quick 'excuse us,' placing his hand on Rachel's lower back, following her out. The movements seemed old and familiar. Sure it was a different place, different physical appearances, and different names. But she knew the gentleman beside her. Knew the smile he gave her as he stopped in front of a door. Knew his touch as he guided her into the room with his fingers lightly on her back again. The thrill of the unknown they had their first few times was gone. And maybe it had been gone for a while. But the realization that this was a new kind of lust was dawning on her. She watched as he stripped off his jacket, back turned towards her to throw it on a chair. Even the casual movement of unbuttoning his sleeves as he turned back towards her captivated her. She hadn't moved since she had stepped into the room, watching him with growing need. "So, does it meet your expectations?" Mark inquired. Rachel let her gaze skim the room, it was just the same as any other hotel room. "Hmm, it seems kind of boring, do you have anything to liven it up?" Rachel replied, giving him a look from the corner of her eye, staying exactly where she was. But when he gave her his signature crooked grin, she was the first to move. Had it been just a normal one night stand she wouldn't have tried it, but she knew he would know what she was doing without telling him. And she had always wanted to do it. Taking the few steps she needed to reach him, she jumped into his arms. Mark didn't miss a beat and easily caught her, returning her needy kisses. It was harder than Rachel realized to not use her powers. Without thinking much about it, she had started to pull his shirt out of his pants with her powers. Her fingers madly fumbled with the several buttons on his shirt, as he easily slipped under her shirt to unhook her bra. The strapless bra slipped off without a fuss, leaving Rachel moaning in aggravation. "In a rush?" Mark murmured with a humored grin, gently dropping her on the bed to take care of his own clothes. "It's just not often a girl runs into a charming man such as yourself." Rachel said, sitting up to pull her loose shirt over her head. "Well then, I'm glad I was able to make your night more enjoyable." He dropped his shirt and reached up to peel off the undershirt, giving Rachel a wonderfully long look at his body. "Was able?" She asked, reaching forward to run her hands over her his smooth body. He might have been able to cover up the green skin, but his muscular body was still well intact. She even caught the old dip on his left collar bone of an old knife wound. Pushing her down, he started nibbling down her neck before rising up to his forearms to look at her. "You mean you aren't fully satisfied yet?" he feigned bewilderment. "Not quite." "Oh, well then," he said, reaching under her to unzip her skirt, "I'm going to have to do everything I can to fix that." He continued, speaking between kisses as he pulled her skirt down. The lace tights blocked his lips from fully reaching her skin, and she wished he had just slipped them off as well. But he was going exaggeratedly slow. And as she watched his head work it's way down her still covered legs, she decided to enjoy the tender slowness of it. After her boots and skirt were thrown away, he kissed his way back up, inch by inch. Working his way back and forth as he moved up he managed to draw out several excited gasps before moving back out to the less sensitive outer thigh. Finally slipping his fingers under her tights, he began his trek back down her legs. His kisses were feathery soft, till he reached down between her legs and gently bit the fabric, pulling it an inch from her body. Even the bite was tender. And noticeably fangless. Rachel's abs clenched as she tried to sit up, only to have a hand press back into her stomach. Not hard but enough to tell her he didn't want her to move. "In a rush?" He asked again, raising an eyebrow. Rachel laughed lightly, letting her head relax into the bed again. She felt almost guilty letting him do all the work, knowing full well his penis wasn't getting a bit of attention while he absolutely spoiled her. Taking a deep breath as his kisses and hands once again started roaming her body, she resolved to take care of him next and let her guilt fall away. He cheated just a tad as he let his hands warm up a bit above a normal human's, but Rachel didn't object. After several laps over her, Rachel's legs started relaxing further and further apart. Normally she was pretty flexible, but it had admittedly been too long since she stretched and he was working out every tiny knot in her tight legs. Mark gave her inner thighs several long tender strokes of his thumbs before building her back up. His thumbs started running in small circles, converging in together to slip under her underwear. The circles continued, moving up and down, in and out, always managing to just barely miss her tender bud. With a content sigh, Rachel arched her back and pushed slightly into his touch, torn between wishing it could last forever and wanting to go soaring over the finish line. So she let him decide. Gently he slipped his fingers under the tiny straps to her underwear and pulled them down over her legs. And his gentle circles moving back up her legs told her which he had chosen. The bed moaned slightly with the shift in weight, but it didn't register to Rachel till she felt the familiar tongue press firmly in between her legs with one long stroke. Arching her back again she moaned as he took his time roaming his tongue over every inch of her, moving too slow to push her over, but enough to build her up even further. Normally the orgasm was the prize and they quickly sought it out and reached it. But tonight his main goal seemed to be that heavenly pleasure just before. During their first night, he had shown her how well he could build her up and bring her back down. But tonight he was playing on that line, prolonging the burning ecstasy longer than she thought possible. With each flick of his tongue, she felt it burn deeper, and her nails dug further into the mattress. Her breath was barely able to make it in through her shallow gasps, prolonging the experience. And when she couldn't take it anymore she took a deep breath and relaxed her whole body into him just as his tongue passed over her clit. Her orgasm rocketed through every inch of her, and she felt her whole body momentarily tighten before it left her completely relaxed into the bed. Rachel's breath came out loud and ragged, mixed with intermittent "Gar"s whispered in. The bed moved around her as the body crawled up, resuming his tender exploration of her skin. She half expected a joke at the expense of their ruined guise, but he didn't seem to mind hearing his first name, smiling as his kisses moved between her breasts. By the time he reached her neck her heart rate had mellowed to a reasonable pace and she became all too aware of his pants rubbing again her bare body. Letting herself a quick cheat as well, she lightly used her powers to flip him on his back following to straddle him. It wasn't rough and she lightly rested her hands upon his wrists, knowing he could easily pull out of them. It was more for show anyway. Bending down, she began her own tour of his neck. "Well doctor," she whispered into his ear, "I think it's my turn to learn a bit of anatomy." Despite the moan of approval from the man beneath her, as she inhaled to continue her sex talk she coughed slightly. Rachel sat up, removing her arms from his wrists to place a hand over her mouth. Normally he was the one with the cheesy lines and she wasn't sure how he managed to say them with a straight face. It had to be ruining the mood, sitting on top of him, trying not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. The small amount she had drunk, plus the wonderful feelings from the night had her surprisingly a little giddy. She watched as his eyes shifted from arousal to humor, they danced over her with a bemused gleam. "Sorry," she said between coughs, trying to cover her giggles, but it only made it worse. Beginning to lightly laugh himself, Mark rose his hand to her chin to make her look up from his chest. "You are absolutely beautiful." Rachel's laugh died down as she smiled at him, following his hand down to his lips. She gave him a few deep kisses before his hand started to snake into her hair and she felt the stir of his more selfless side. "Oh no you don't," Rachel stated, pinning his hands back down, "it's your turn to be spoiled." His eyes roamed over her again, deep in thought, causing her to pause while she loomed over him with her hands lightly pressed on his wrists and bare breasts hanging just above his face. "Grab my belt," he murmured, almost looking a bit too serious. "What?" She asked, her voice raising in shock. Laughing and lightening his tone, Mark repeated, "My belt, around my waist?" Rachel nodded, a little shocked at the dramatic turn in mood. They had done some S and M type stuff before, but this seemed a bit extreme. But they were open to new things, and if that's what he wanted. Sitting back, she started undoing the belt, pulling it from his pants as he lifted his hips from the bed. Belt in hand she slowly rose her eyes to his, not fully sure she was ready for this. But instead of a masochistic man waiting to be hit, she saw a still calm man simply reaching his hands through the bars of the headboard. Which shouldn't have stunned her even more, but it did. Even when they were in training, she caught his unease with being tied down. Occasionally she would forget and playfully hold an arm back from reaching for something, but the quick jolt of fear either caused her to release or feel the shift in his arm as he freed himself. He never brought it up beyond the initial quick mention in the sex shop, but she had felt it. "It's not that important you keep your hands down," she tried to offer. But he just smiled and kept his arms there. "Gar," she started, but he cut her off. "I trust you Raven," he said with a smile. Rachel tried to read his emotions and face for a few seconds before accepting he really did want her to belt his hands together. As she reached forward, he murmured, "Besides, let's be real, I can obviously snap the belt pretty easily." Rachel smiled, knowing it was partly for his own benefit he had said it and started to tie his hands together.
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