Take Abyss, the elevator scene and spazz faces while Chloe's struggling to hold onto herself. It fits with Davis to do his woobie eyes and then blow out a slow breath. But then one second and catching one elevator door can change everything.
by nonky at her livejournal
by nonky at her livejournal
“I-I don't know who I am,” she mumbled.
“I do.”
Chloe flashed a bright smile at Davis as the elevator doors started closing, sure it wasn't convincing. She was too full of swirling thoughts to talk to him, and she feared thinking about him too much would make him the next target of her amnesia.
He rolled his eyes and huffed out his exasperation, but Davis only allowed himself a few seconds of defeat. His arm went out and caught the doors only inches from sealing. He shoved at them until he could push in to stand next to a very flustered blond.
“I've resigned myself to going to Hell,” he told her seriously. “I'm doing my best to be a good man, but it doesn't feel like I'm anywhere near salvation unless you're looking at me. I want you to be there, to look at me, and to touch, and kiss. I think you'll be all the difference for me.”
Chloe felt herself reel back, an actual physical force of shock pushing her into the wall. Davis followed, his jaw relaxing as he pressed his closed mouth to her slightly open one. His tongue flicked along, lingered in the corner, and her hips bumped into his hands.
“I-I don't know who I am,” she mumbled.
“I do.” Davis lifted her up and she was perched on the handrail around the elevator. Her legs needed somewhere to go, and linked behind his ass. She could swear he was melting their clothes off. His hands kneaded at her hips and he pushed harder against her. The outline of his cock was as distinct as the slick feel of his tongue teasing at hers.
She couldn't help it. Her arms came off their outraged spread along the walls and grabbed his face violently. Her thumbs dug into his dimples like she was trying to cut them out. She felt a few short, dark hairs rip out between her fingers as Davis tilted his head. There was a din inside her head, a mechanical screaming she ignored. They were both dragging air in and out like they'd run miles. She felt her chest rise to his, breasts flattening on his broad weight.
“Chloe,” he gasped, and she nodded wildly. Her feet touched down and she reached for his belt at the same time Davis went for her buttons. Chloe was less successful, but she didn't care when she was bared waist to knees. He leaned his face on her shoulder and watched her take two fingers in with little bumps up to his hand.
She was his pretty, small love and this was heaven, heaven in his hand and with her hands on him.
She had the belt open, hands down the front of his jeans and yanking. When he was clear-headed, he wanted Chloe for a long courtship of meals and movies. He wanted time to talk to her about everything. Her green eyes told him they knew it all and liked it - maybe even could love him in spite of it.
Davis had put a condom in his wallet like a dumb, horny kid, and he reached for it with one hand not occupying Chloe's silky damp pussy. He had pulled the emergency stop a few minutes ago. In a hospital, they couldn't leave a stopped elevator stuck for more than ten minutes. The alarm accused him of short-changing her of this discovery. She should have a soft bed and comfort, not a metal wall to her back. He could feel her reactions now were full speed ahead, but he couldn't predict her later.
Then she had him out of his pants, cupped in her hands with brisk strokes that managed to last forever in his nerve endings. Davis tore the foil packet and realized he'd never in his life been so desperately screwed. He couldn't pull his fingers away from the gyrating pulse of her hips. He couldn't put the condom on one-handed and make sure it was done properly.
Chloe's stomach flipped and she felt herself nodding, bouncing with the motion to show she was ready. She took the condom from him and positioned it. She shook as she rolled it down, smoothing out wrinkles and making it comfortable. She could have him in her. She felt like a femme fatale in a movie, seducing on the way to steal a diamond. There was no time to savor anything or make a connection. She and Davis were lucky there was a connection already.
She threw a smile at his deep, nearly-hurting expression, as she turned around. Her hands spread on the wall and smeared the shiny surface. Davis touched her back, up her arms, unsure where to hold on to her. Chloe bent her knees and he put his face in her hair. Whispering what seemed like a prayer, he pushed in gently. They each took a moment to breathe again, then Chloe spoke.
“Hard.”
“I can't,” Davis protested, his voice pinched by the tightness of her body. She didn't understand. He'd felt responsible for her from their first meeting, and now she was letting him inside.
“Please, Davis.”
He couldn't blame the bob of her ass or the tone of voice as much as his own need. His hands suddenly knew where to be and gripped her strongly. They jammed her into the wall and Davis followed with the rest of himself. He worked his cock out and shoved in hotly, trying to work in the tiny orbit he'd created. Everything was too small and crushing him; her pussy tugging on his withdrawals and throbbing as he came back, the few minutes left alone before someone got the elevator open.
He liked that she had to stay where he put her, while he made the choice to go away and come back. It satisfied all those moments Chloe had given him a cheerful goodbye and left him aching. Davis was a schism to himself, a monster occupying his gentle love.
God, he was big. Davis' strength overwhelmed her and she let it happen again and again. She flexed to take this thrusts and couldn't do anything more to help either of them.
“Harder,” she whined.
He didn't hesitate, the energy flowing between them without any checks. Chloe shuddered as he filled her, too far gone to brace for it and hold still. She shook and moaned, shivered in those rare moments when there was nothing filling her. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned on the protective gesture.
Davis was nearly gone. He could barely control his muscles enough to pull out a little bit before he ground his groin on her slick skin. He sifted through her hair and pulled her chin back, kissing imprecisely on her top lip and dragging his mouth down her neck. His teeth itched and he let himself bite. Chloe's entire frame quaked. She let out a scream that went on for hours to his ears.
She closed down on him so hard Davis thought he'd break, never be able to do this again. He didn't even try to save himself. He moved with her frantically jerking hips and poured like fire out into the condom. His knees wobbled and he leaned heavily on the short blond he'd just fucked and bitten.
The car jostled and started moving again. Davis pulled out gently and felt Chloe's flinch. He pulled up his pants and got himself decent before turning to help her. She was trying to get her own pants fastened. There were claw marks in her palms, her knuckles white.
“Okay, just let me do the talking,” he told her,
Chloe had seemed a little dazed even before he turned into a sex fiend on her, and Davis knew he'd have to ask her about it properly. He reached down for his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Chloe let him take one of her hands and pull her into his side. She was messy and flushed. Their clothing looked like they had wrestled.
And it had only been about twelve minutes since he'd chased after her. Davis felt like he was in an alternate reality, one where things aligned to give him Chloe's love. All he had to do was not get fired for elevator sex and make sure she didn't regret this.
Davis had time to smooth her hair with his palm before the doors opened to a nonplussed maintenance man and one of the hospital security guards. He squeezed Chloe tighter and helped her walk out into the hallway.
“Thank you, guys, so much. We were doing some behavioural therapy on claustrophobia, and she freaked out,” he said quietly, as if sparing Chloe's privacy. “I couldn't get to the button to get things moving again.”
The last part was certainly true, and he was relieved when Chloe nodded. Fucked beyond snarkiness looked a lot like shellshock on her, Davis thought to himself.
It helped that the guard knew him, and within a few minutes they were waved on with a rueful suggestion that they take the stairs on their way out. Chloe managed a weak smile at that, but it dropped once they were walking away.
“Davis, I need help.”
He'd do anything for her, and Davis nodded encouragingly. “Tell me.”
“You're pretty much the only person I remember anymore.”
VagrantDream, I can't read this. I think the link is broken. Augh!
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know! It's all fixed now! Now, go forth, and read! ;)
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