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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Alive -- Uther (MF wl)
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Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 04:10:02 -0400
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This material is copyright, 2013, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I
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If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures
in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Alive
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
(MF wl)


When the window lit up, Molly jerked awake. It was headlights, and the
engine sounded like the Jeep. She didn't relax, though, until she heard the
engine chug and cut off. The headlights, no longer shining in the windows,
were off a moment later. Dan was back, and, if he was back alone, he was
uninjured. There was only one set of footsteps on the gravel going towards
the back door whenever the distant thunder didn't cover the crunch.

The evening had been great -- until the call came for him. His gentle but
so-thorough love making would have been the best sort of memory to be the
last. The thing was, she didn't want a last memory of Dan.

The back door shut quietly, and something creaked in the laundry room. Dan
was trying to be quiet so as not to wake her, and she was straining to hear
to be sure he was safe. The boards creaked along the hall. That she
couldn't hear his shoes meant that he'd taken everything off in the laundry
room. The toilet flushed and the water ran in the sink. He was taking
rather a long time washing, and that meant that he'd got messed up in the
fire. With the lights out, he'd only work on the dirt he could feel. Dan
waited outside the bedroom door for the thunder, but she heard the latch
release when he closed it.

"I'm awake," she said. "Are you all right?"

"Told you not to worry. You need your sleep." His voice was gentle, but a
little rough. He'd been shouting and maybe breathing smoke.

"Well, I was asleep until I heard the Jeep. I was worrying, too."

"Multi-tasking?" The light blanket lifted from her. "Need this?" He put it
on the foot of the bed without waiting for her answer. "I've told you.
Fighting fires isn't really that dangerous. Greg's broken leg was the first
hospitalization that the department has had in a long time. I've gone to
two funerals for volunteers, but neither died fighting a fire." Dan was a
darling, but he kept repeating his arguments for her head when it was her
gut that worried.

As she shifted back to give him space, the cloth of the nightie stuck to
the sweat on her hips. She hadn't needed the cotton blanket with the air
conditioner off. The sheet lifted, and the mattress sank to her right.
While he was getting in, she pulled the nightgown off. The sleeves tugged
at her armpits, but the edge tickled her nipples. She eased down after she
draped the nightie over the headboard. They had made love before the call
about the barn fire came, but she needed the reassurance of his body now.

When the subtle shift of the mattress told her that he had relaxed, she
reached over towards his side. His arm was damp. She couldn't feel the
hairs as she stroked down, but they stood up as she stroked up toward his
shoulder. His biceps were smooth again, but he tensed under her fingers.
Then she felt something oily, and he sucked in a breath. She  could smell
the ointment now.

"Bad?" she asked.

"I dodged a falling board too slow. The nails missed, but it was on fire.
I've had worse when burning scrap. I don't even think the shirt's scorched."

"Only hurts when you laugh?"

He did laugh at that. He gripped her then, and pulled her into a kiss. His
lips were hard against hers, and his tongue tickled hers. She felt the
beginning of his whiskers against her cheek, the firm clasp of his hard
fingers on her shoulder, the twist in her body as her legs lay back and her
torso was pulled to its side to meet his, and his chest hairs scratching
her nipples. She smelled soap, smoke, and a little sweat. He kissed her
nose-tip. The window lit from some distant lightning, and she saw love on
his face as well as a smile.

They were silent as she let him count the miles. Please, God, not another
lightning-fire tonight. When the thunder came faintly, he lay her back on
the bed. She wanted him to hold her; she wanted to hold him; she had to
feel that he was alive. She reached for him and trailed her fingers through
the pelt on his chest. She circled wide of the nipple and then spiraled in.
When she reached it, it firmed under her finger. She leaned over him, her
right breast resting on his arm. She sniffed the ointment and then moved
deliberately up to his shoulder before kissing him. She tasted salt and
smoke. He rolled toward her, shifting the mattress and rising under her
hand. His lips and then his tongue touched her ear. She turned her head,
and their lips met. His lips tasted of smoke, but his tongue just tasted
like Dan.

When he sucked her tongue, something clutched in her belly in response.
When her tongue retreated, his followed hers. When she sucked his tongue
and then fell back onto the mattress, though, he fell onto his own back
rather than follow her. She trailed her hand down his torso: scratchy
chest, smooth stomach, pubic curls. When she reached him, he was still
soft. Well, that was the problem, then. He'd worked hard and been in
danger, however much he belittled it, after he'd already come once. He
wasn't ready yet, but, whether he was ready or not, she needed him.

She rolled up on her side again. She nuzzled his chest. It smelled of soap
instead of smoke. She tasted a faint bit of the soap from his nipple before
she felt it harden between her lips. As she
rubbed her face down his chest hair and onto his smooth stomach, the
muscles tightened beneath her cheek.

"Molly?" His voice was a tense whisper. His thigh hardened under her left
hand until it quivered.

"Im hm," she agreed. Who did he think was doing this? His pubic hair didn't
smell of smoke; it smelled of him. She brought him to her mouth, and he
twitched in her hand before she sucked him in. The first taste was a little
urine, but that disappeared. The head was warm and both firm and soft
between her lips. When she sucked, he came through her lips a little more.
She rolled her tongue all around his head. He brought one hand down on the
back of her head. He cupped over her hair. He trembled under her cheek.

After a bit, his hardening pushed him further into her mouth. She licked
the bottom of his head. She could feel his gasp as much as she could hear
it. With her next lick, it twisted a little in her mouth and came in a bit
more.

On a sudden bitter taste, she got up on an elbow. She removed her mouth
with a slow, sucking kiss. This time, when she dropped onto her back, he
followed her. She waited until he was between her legs to close her knees
on his hips. She not only wanted him to be in her, she wanted him to take
her.

And take her, he did. His bony pelvis pushed between her sensitive thighs,
parting them effortlessly. His hand went between them to open her lips with
his cool fingers. His warmth replaced them, and she could feel the legs
between hers flex in preparation for his first thrust.

"Molly!" he said. The lightning flashed outside and the thunder crashed at
the same time. Dan crashed into her in the same instant, so fast that he
was already halfway in when she tightened and pushed up in the surprise. He
drove her to the mattress.

"Sorry," he said.

"We were both startled. Don't stop."

His hands cupped her breasts. He kissed her forehead. His weight lightened
as she felt him move out. He filled her again, gave her his weight, spread
her sensitive inner thighs with his hairy legs. Her arousal spiraled up.
She was being taken, and she couldn't get enough of him. She crossed her
ankles behind his legs and ran her hands down to his flexing, driving
buttocks.

She dug her fingernails into these. They hardened into her hands. She felt
him drive between her legs, drive into her depths. He collided with her
pelvis and presse her into the nattress. Then he moved up to drive down
again. His panting breath warmed her face. She heard his breath and hers,
too.

When next he was nearly out, she shoved her center at him as he drove down
into her. The feeling exploded in her as he pushed her down into the
mattress. She felt her fingernails pierce his butt, felt herself clamp
around him. There was another flash outside. He was throbbing within her
before the thunder came.

They lay, gasping into each others' ears as the rain came, individual taps
on the windows at first, then a rush on the windows, the house walls, the
roof. She held him, and his weight was on her belly and legs, heavy but
warm.

He started to move off, but she held him. "Alive," she said. She had meant
him, but they were both alive.

"Uh huh," he said. He kissed her. Then he did move off. "Left you a little
mess in the laundry room."

"It's okay. I won't try to deal with it until we get electricity back." And
it *was* okay. As long as he was safe, she'd take care of the clothes.


The end
Alive
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2014/03/12


This story was improved by suggestions from participants of:
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The Fish Tank

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