Saving Grace
Free Love?
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Sands and
Grace made their way to Grace’s room, their lips barely leaving each other the
entire way there. Sands had a run in
with a chair, but could have cared less.
His reaction: “Right now, I
probably would have tripped over that even if I could see.”
Before
Grace knew it, both were on her bed, on their sides, hands roaming freely.
when he paused for a moment. “What’s
wrong?” she asked.
“Do you
want this, Gracie? And don’t think that
I’m asking for…I just need to know.”
“You will
go back to your usual self in the morning, right?”
“Miss him?”
“I seem to
like this multidimensional personality thing you have going on.”
want you.” She slid his shirt off of
his shoulders and let her lips explore his chest. Immediately, soft moans began to escape his lips.
left nipple. His hips bucked upwards.
A seductive
sounding laugh came from him. “You are
kinky, aren’t you, Gracie?”
Grace
smiled. “I’ll let you find out
later.” She ran her tongue up his
torso, his neck, then along his lips.
“Right now, I want things to last.
If I let you see the other side of me…”
She kissed him, her body beginning to ache for him.
“God,
Gracie, you’re killing me.” He
chuckled. “No better way to die
though.”
Grace
kissed him again. “Jeffrey…”
“I think
you missed something in the middle there.”
“Oh?”
his belt.
“Well, I
didn’t…” He smiled.
Grace undid
his pants and slid them down over his slim hips. He had kicked off his boots moments after stepping into her room,
so there was no pause before the clothing left his body.
through the thin layer of cotton that remained on him.
remove it, she needed something to relax her.
She got off of the bed causing Sands to whine.
“Gracie?”
“I’ll be
right back…it’s just too…it’s too quiet and I’m getting a bit…”
Sands
smiled. “Aw, someone a little nervous?”
“Shut up,”
she laughed. She had her laptop on her trip
with her – knowing that Cassie would wind up leaving her alone on some nights –
and it was sitting on the dresser. She
opened it and, having left it on earlier, and pulled up the playlist she had
saved to her desktop. As soon as music
hit her ears, she was far more at ease.
“Music?”
Sands asked.
“Problem
with it?”
He
smiled. “No.”
Grace
returned to the bed and had no qualms about ridding Sands of the last of his
clothing. “Well,” she breathed, “at
least you weren’t giving yourself credit where it wasn’t due.”
“Someone
likes what she sees.”
She ran her
tongue along his length and all comments ceased. “Mm hm.” After a few
moments, she engulfed all of him and Sands was audibly thankful.
Grace heard him moan her name. She
forced herself away from his length and crawled up his body to kiss him.
“Gracie,
this dress has to go.” His hands
fumbled a bit, but eventually found where the halter portion of the dress tied
around Grace’s neck. The zipper was
easier to find and there was soon a red pile next to the bed.
he was more than glad to find unrestrained.
Rolling so his body was on hers, his tongue found her nipple and he
teased her in much the same way she teased him. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
Grace
smiled, whispering back. “Well,
Jeffrey, you were right. I need
you.”
That was
all he needed to hear. Sands slid the
silk underwear from her body and couldn’t resist weakening Grace just the
slightest bit more. He kissed his way
down her stomach, then planted one slow, open mouthed kiss on the core of her
being. She yelped just as the song on
her computer switched.
If you’ve
been hiding from love
If you’ve
been hiding from love
I can
understand where you’re coming from
I can
understand where you’re coming from
If you’ve
suffered enough
If you’ve
suffered enough
I can
understand what you’re thinking of
I can understand what you’re
frightened of
Sands made
his way back up her body and kissed her, just as she had done to him.
She all but
panted as she spoke.
“Jeffrey…now…please…”
And I’m
only here
To bring
you free love
Let’s
make it clear
That
this is free love
> No
hidden catch
No
strings attached
Just free love
No
hidden catch
No
strings attached
Just
free love
Sands heard the lyrics far too
clearly. Free?
anything more from it.
her in one quick, almost rough motion…then stopped. Dammit, Sands, you’re already in, just do what you always
do! He began to move his hips, his
pace deliciously torrid…
I’ve been running like you
I’ve been running like you
Now you understand why I’m
running scared
Now you understand why I’m
running scared
I’ve been searching for truth
I’ve been searching for truth
And I haven’t been getting
anywhere
No, I haven’t been getting
anywhere
…but again he stopped.
I can’t do this to her.
“Jeffrey?”
him. “What’s wrong?”
“Gracie, I…”
now. What’s wrong with me?
She ran her hand along his
face. “Aw, poor baby,” she cooed.
And I’m only here
To bring you free love
Let’s make it clear
That this is free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love
No
hidden catch
No
strings attached
Just
free love
She coaxed Sands onto his back without breaking
their bodies apart. She began to move
on top of him – slowly, intensely.
Hey girl
You’ve got to take this moment
Then let it slip away
Let go of complicated feelings
There’s no price to pay
Grace bent
down to kiss him, but with the rhythm her body was keeping, she bumped into his
glasses. “Jeffery?”
Sands knew
exactly what Grace was talking about.
“No, Gracie.” She stopped moving
and he felt her body lean slightly to the right. He then heard the clicking noise as the light was shut off.
“Please,”
she begged, her hips once again moving.
Sands’ response this time was to stay silent. Grace moved her hands to his face and carefully removed his
glasses. She leaned down to kiss him
again and pressed her face as close to his as she could.
room, coming from the moonlight outside, and she found herself straining to see
his face. She kept her movements strong
as her eyes adjusted, and finally she saw.
His eyelids were closed and misshapen – with nothing behind them, they
held no form. The skin was bruised and
looked terribly painful… My God…
We’ve been running from love
We’ve been running from love
And we don’t know what we’re doing here
No, we don’t know what we’re doing here…
She stopped moving once again and
lowered her face to his.
“Gracie?” Sands’ voice was laced with worry – something Grace was sure
rarely happened.
“Shh…” As tenderly as she could, Grace barely grazed each closed eye
with her lips.
His thoughts sprang back to
life. To hell with everything…
tightly as he could. He kissed her as
passionately as his lips would allow and he rolled Grace onto her back.
in to something he vowed to never be a part of. He gently pulled her hips upwards to allow himself to slide
deeper within her. Grace’s body tensed
and she cried his name out into the darkness surrounding them.
Afterwards, Sands rolled off of
Grace, each of them breathing heavily.
Grace was as far on the left hand side of the bed as she could get.
it. Actually, he usually preferred
getting dressed and rushing out the door…but tonight had meant more than it was
ever supposed to.
“Gracie, you O.K.?”
“Mm hm.”
“Why are you all the way over
there?”
She sighed before answering.
“I’m not either, but…”
back. “…this isn’t so bad, is it?”
“I hardly though of you as the
‘cuddle afterward’ type.”
“I’m not – so don’t get used to
this or anything. Come tomorrow morning
I’m back to my usual self, but right now…”
He kissed the back of her neck.
“I’m the one who needs you.”
***
Author’s Note: It was very tough to keep Sands in character through this scene,
but I really don’t think it’s too bad.
If you disagree, please say so nicely. He’ll be back to his perverse, sharp-tongued self, I
promise. Also, for those of you that
think he’d be more of a tiger in bed – don’t worry, the story’s not
over. More fun to come – among other
things. I feel a little strange after
this chapter – mostly worries about what you guys are going to think.
now, doesn’t he? I mean, is it really
so bad? *loud gulp*
license. Eyelids.
– I’ve decided he needs them…so…um….yeah.
Oh, I’m
sure someone’s saying, “Hm, why does that Pirate’s Wench slip songs into her
physical scenes?” Well, the answer is
simple. When I hear a song while I’m
writing a story, they can make me picture a scene the whole way through – it
happened in “Struggle for Control” (both for the love-making chapter and the
“struggle” itself) and it happened again here.
Sure hope you don’t mind! The
song here was another Depeche Mode track entitled “Freelove”
(hm, where’d that chapter title come from) and is on the album “Exciter.”