Prophecy

Striding purposefully across the room he scooped her up in his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. “Hey!” she yelled startled to suddenly find her perspective turned upside down. “What are you doing?”



Without breaking stride he carried her into an adjoining room then unceremoniously plonked her onto a bench. Leaning down he grabbed her foot and pulled her boot and sock off. “It’s the other ankle,” she said smirking.



“I know,” he stated dropping her leg and pulling the other foot up to him. He yanked off that boot and sock as well.



“Ouch, take it easy will ya, that hurts,” she complained.



He looked up at her and grunted, then returned his attention to her bruised and swollen ankle. “You need to get off that foot,” he stated then looking back up at her, he sniffed and pulled a face. Grabbing hold of the front of her uniform, he pulled it open then wrenched it down off her shoulders. “And you need a shower.”



“Don’t you talk. I’ve been trying to stay down wind of you for the last 9 days,” she said wriggling and grabbing hold of his shoulders as he tugged at her clothes.



Wrestling the overalls off, he dropped them to the floor then picked her up again and placed her in the shower alcove turning the water on at the same time. Cold water streamed over her, drenching the white tank top and underwear that she still wore.



“Dammit! There is such a thing as hot water you know,” she said backing up and adjusting the taps.



“You do a lot of complaining woman,” he said gruffly as he dimmed the lights and removed his goggles, tossing them carelessly on the bench then wrestling with his own clothes.



Peeling off the tank top, she threw it at him and it landed with a splat against his now bare chest.

“I don’t know how they do it in slams, but in the civilised world, people take their clothes off to shower.” She turned to face the wall and unhooked her bra. Peeling it off, she looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Perhaps you could try it some time?” she teased then tossed her bra at him.



He snatched it out of the air without taking his eyes off her, fascinated by the way the water streamed over her dark hair, smoothing it out until it looked like silk caressing her shoulder blades. His gaze followed the rivulet of water down the smooth lines of her back, watching it turn into droplets as it rolled over her contours, pooling slightly at the small of her back, before continuing on its journey over the dark lace that still (barely) covered her buttocks.



Growling, he dropped her wet bra on the floor then stepped out of his own clothes. Moving into the alcove he lightly ran his hand over her body following the path the water was taking. She quivered at his touch and sighed softly. Closing his eyes he breathed her in, her musky scent filling his nostrils as the steaming water began to cleanse away weeks of dirt and grime. There it was, the all too familiar scent, the certain something that kept drawing him back to her. Even he was at a loss to explain it.



It seemed that their paths were destined to keep crossing. Try as he might, he couldn’t get her out of his system and he had tried. He spent a lifetime trying but ever since that spindly little two year old had looked up at him with those enormous green eyes at that wretched orphanage that they both once called home, he had been hooked. He had taken pity on her then, shared his dinner with her, protected her from the older kids, even though he was only a few years older than her himself. Then one day he woke up and she was gone. Eight years would pass before he would see her again and once again he found himself coming to her rescue…



Opening his eyes he pushed the memory of her screams from his mind. She was here, she was safe (for the moment); Looking back over her shoulder, she levelled her big green twinkling eyes on him and smiled; and she was no longer that spindly little girl.



Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his chest, savouring the feel of her soft flesh against his. She sighed and rested her head back against his shoulder. He leaned down and pressed his lips on her forehead then slowly worked his way down to nuzzle her ear. His hand moved over her body enticing the tiny nerve endings to jump to life, sending tingles down her spine. She moaned and relaxed against him letting the warmth of the cascading water soothe her aching body. His presence was always comforting. Even now, while they hid in the Captain’s quarters with the entire ship on alert looking for them, she still felt safe. Safe and strangely aroused. It was always the same with him, the man just oozed danger. She smirked, thinking that he was the ultimate bad boy, the ultimate alpha male. Something about him spoke directly to her primal side, the side that she rarely let out to play.



Smirking mischievously, she turned and leaned past him, her breasts pressing against his chest, as she reached for the soap. Slowly straightening, she began to lather the soap in her hands. Looking up at him, she leisurely glided the soap up one of her arms then across the top of her chest. Her eyes glistened as she moved the soap over one of her breasts and then the other leaving white foaming bubbles on her firm tanned skin.



His eyes followed the soaps progress intently, mesmerized by the way the bubbles formed, only to pop and leave patches of brown supple skin visible between layers of frothy white. He watched as those same frothy white layers slowly glided over the contours of her body, picked up and carried along by the clear droplets that flowed from above, only to be replaced by more bubbles as the soap continued to caress her skin. She guided the soap in small circular motions over her breasts and down onto her firm flat stomach, pausing when she reached the top of her dark lace panties. He watched enthralled as she slid her thumb under the elastic and traced its path from hip to hip, but he couldn’t suppress the pang of disappointment as she unhooked her thumb from the elastic and guided the soap over the top of the lace and then down one long lean thigh.



Reaching out he caught her hand mid progress down her thigh. She shifted her gaze from the soap up to his eyes and they both contemplated each other for a moment. Leaning in he pressed his lips onto hers in a deep kiss, slowly redirecting her hand back up her thigh. Suddenly she tensed her arm, stopping the soaps progress. He broke off the kiss and looked down at her, then moved the hand that covered hers upwards again. Once more she tensed and stopped. He tilted his head and pressed his lips together in mild annoyance. He knew that her little game was futile. If it came down to a test of strength, he would easily overpower her, but this show of defiance was not about that. She was probably the only person in the galaxy that he would tolerate this sort of behaviour from – tolerate to a point that is. Taking a firmer hold of her hand in his, he once again moved it up her thigh and once more she stopped him. A soft growl reverberated at the base of his throat and she raised an eyebrow mockingly… and that was the point.



His free hand closed around her throat and a heartbeat later he had her pressed up against the cold tiles. He let go of her hand and wedged his arm between her legs lifting her off the ground until she was eye level with him. Slowly he inched his face closer to hers until she could feel his warm breath against her lips and see only the pearlescent glow of his eerie eyes shimmering in the dim light. She inhaled sharply as his fingers began to constrict her throat, his lip curling when the rhythm of her pulsating veins quickened against his calloused palm. Even though she knew that he would never intentionally hurt her, that didn’t stop the involuntary twinge of fear that tied a knot at the base of her stomach. Fighting the urge to struggle, she narrowed her eyes and glared defiantly at him. Slowly the seconds ticked by, marked only with the feel of the blood pounding through her veins and the soft hiss of the water falling all around them. Her rebelliousness always struck a nerve in him. She had always known how to press his buttons and he found that infuriating yet also very sexy. It was when she defied him that he most wanted to possess her. A part of him wanted to tame her, show her who was in control, yet another part, a stronger part, wanted to revel in her glorious womanhood, wanted to lose himself within her, wanted, if only for a moment, to feel whole.



Moving the final couple of centimetres forward he crushed his lips on hers, his grip on her throat loosening, his fingers no longer vice like clamps. Brushing his hand across her cheek, he cradled her head and entangled his fingers in the silkiness of her hair as his tongue urgently sought out hers. She moaned when he pressed his muscular body on hers, trapping her against the tiles. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she ground against his straining erection. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip as he broke off the kiss and trailed a moist line to her ear with his tongue. She gasped when he tugged roughly on her hair forcing her head back and exposing the soft tender flesh of her throat. The feel of his burning kisses and not so gentle bites on her neck sent tingles running through her making her tremble. She grazed her fingernails up and then down his back leaving long red streaks etched into his skin. Lifting her up higher he cupped one of her breasts in his hand rubbing his thumb over her nipple. His lips worked their way down her throat and over her chest, stopping to suck on her other breast, his flicking tongue enticing soft moans of pleasure from her.



Letting go of the breast that he was massaging, he wrapped his arm under her bottom. The cold tiles slid against her back as he pulled her up higher still, her head now touching the ceiling. Taking one last long suck on her nipple, he continued to work his way down, kissing and licking across her flat stomach, nibbling at her belly button and not even pausing when he reached the top of the black lace. Nuzzling his face into her, he grazed his teeth across the lace making her catch her breath. He shifted the lace to the side and ran his tongue along her folds searching for the small nub that would make her quiver. The instant that she tensed and gasped, her fingers digging into the top of his shoulders, he knew that he had found it. Satisfied that she would fight him no longer, he continued caressing her with his tongue, urged on by her sweet moans of pleasure.



Once her breathing became shallow and she started writhing against him, he slowly lowered her back down to the ground, brushing his lips against her skin while she descended. He looked down into her hooded eyes and saw his desire reflected back in them. Leaning down, he kissed her passionately; enjoying the idea of her tasting herself on his tongue then pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.



“Tell me,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear.



For a while the only sound was that of water falling as she considered his demand. Finally she shook her head slightly and breathed, “No.”



“Tell me,” he insisted once more.



“No,” she replied stubbornly



She felt him tense against her, his muscles contracting making his firm body feel like rock.



“Don’t toy with me Jade,” he rumbled in her ear. “This isn’t a game.”



“It’s my favourite game,” she replied defiantly.



He took a step back and looked down at her. She glared up at him through her dark wet lashes. Glowering, he slowly moved his face down to hers. “Why do you always fight me on this? Why can’t you just say it?”



“What’s the point?” she asked. “It’s not like you’re ever around long enough for it to matter.”



His eyes hardened. “You’re punishing me? Is that it? Because I can’t play happy families with you?”



She dropped her gaze and stepped out of the alcove. The droplets of water made her skin glisten and left wet footprints on the hard floor.



He watched her walk away for a moment then stepped out and followed. Placing a hand on her shoulder he forced her to turn and face him. “You know why I can’t stay with you,” he said trying to sound reasonable. “Look at this! Look where we are! You would never be in this mess if it wasn’t for me.” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes, his expression softening. “I have mercs on my neck. I’ll always have mercs on my neck.”



“Yeah, because of me,” she stated trying to suppress a sob.



He shook his head. “That wasn’t your fault. You can’t keep blaming yourself for that.”



“It was my fau”



Before she could finish her sentence, his hand entwined itself in her hair and he pulled her roughly forward to kiss her but as his lips met hers, she bit down hard until she tasted blood. Twisting in his grasp, she disentangled herself with the intention of striding away but all she could manage was an awkward hobble. Grimacing, he touched his lip and studied the red smear that appeared on his thumb then redirected his gaze in her direction. It took him two strides to catch up with her and scoop her up into his arms. She struggled against him but he managed to pin both her arms against her sides.



“Lights!” she ordered angrily and the room blazed into life.



“Argh!” he yelled and dropped her, covering his burning supersensitive eyes. “Dammit Jade! Lights!” The room once again fell into darkness. She blinked as her eyes tried to adjust to the gloom. Slowly objects started to come into focus and she pushed herself up off the floor. She managed to get into a crouching position before she felt his arms around her waist again and she was hoisted up into the air.



“We’re not done yet,” he growled as he carried her back into the shower and pinned her against the wall. She tried to push herself off the tiles twice but he just shoved her back, his eyes hardening. Freeing her arms she started to punch and scratch at him but he quickly caught her flailing limbs and restrained them above her head in his iron grip. Time seemed to stand still, even the droplets seemed to slow, whilst they stared angrily at each other. Gradually her anger subsided and was replaced with something else. It always amused her at how easily the line between anger and passion blurred whenever she was with him. Where only moments ago she wanted to lash out at him, to punish him for making her feel the way she did, now all she could think of was how badly she wanted him to make love to her.



“Richard,” she breathed, her soul begging for him to touch her.



That was all the prompting he needed. A soft smile touched his lips as a feeling of satisfaction washed over him. Mine, he thought, his primal side taking over. Reaching out he pulled her into him pressing his hips against hers, arching her back until her shoulders pressed against the wall again. His lips urgently sought the plump fullness of hers.



She returned his kisses with the same fervour, her hand running up the back of his neck and massaging the base of his scalp. She moaned at the feel of his tongue stroking hers, her breathing deepening. It wasn’t long before she felt the heat start to rise within her again. She pushed her body up against his, feeling his hard muscles contract under supple skin as he moved against her. The kissing became more insistent as they both surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between them. Butterflies fluttered madly in her stomach as he trailed a wet path down her throat with his tongue. Soft moans of pleasure reverberated at the base of her throat. He ran his hands down her body and then slowly back up, cupping the firm roundness of her breasts in his hand and watching her nipples harden at his touch. She moaned as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples before taking them into his mouth.



Running her fingers over the contours of his muscular chest, she followed the water’s path down, then changed direction and slowly, teasingly moved them up again. Moaning at the feel of her nails grazing his skin, he reached out and cradled her face in his hand. She pressed her cheek into his palm and nibbled on his thumb. He was suddenly overcome with the need to hold her. He pulled her into him, savouring the feel of the warmth of her skin against his own, holding her tight with one hand, while gently caressing her with the other. The heady desire coursed through her veins inflaming all her senses.





“I want you,” she whispered in his ear and nibbled his earlobe.



A deep moan escaped from his throat as she finally uttered the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. Closing his eyes, he held her tightly, afraid if he let her go that he would totally lose control and ravish her. Taking some deep steadying breaths he pulled back from her and gazed into her eyes. She returned his gaze, her breathing shallow.



“Now,” she insisted, her voice quivering.



She reached out and pulled him towards her. He crushed his lips on hers, his hands frantically tearing at her underwear. She reached down and rubbed at his straining erection. Moaning, he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he kissed her as he slowly pushed inside, both of them gasping as he filled her. Slowly he began to move against her, kissing her neck as he did, his heart pounding in his chest as the heat coursed through his veins.



She moaned and circled her hips against him, creating a rhythm of her own. She ran her fingers lightly down his back then grazed her nails up along his spine and the back of his neck. His burning kisses sent shivers through her as she nibbled and sucked on the supple skin of his neck and shoulder. Their breathing was coming in ragged gasps as they moved against each other. The rising heat covered their bodies in a soft sheen that mingled with the streaming droplets falling over them. She could feel the cool smooth surface of the tiles against her back and see the rhythmic contracting and relaxing of his muscles as he moved.



“Look at me.”



She stopped sucking the water off his neck and lifted her head so she could see his eyes. Pools of luminescent crystal looked back at her. He stopped straining against her for a moment, giving them both a chance to regain some control.



“You Ok?” he asked



“Yes,” she replied hoarsely between shallow breaths.



“Tell me,” he said again



“You tell me,” she replied.



Grinning, he leaned in and kissed her passionately.



“I want you,” he growled, his breath mingling with hers.



She gasped as she felt a wave of emotions flow through her. It was always like this with him, intense, heady, urgent, and oh so primal. He evoked sensations within her that nobody else could.



“You know I want you,” he repeated as he grazed his teeth against the side of her neck.



She moaned and pulled him in closer, wanting to feel all of him against her and deep inside her.



“Oh Richard,” she moaned into his ear, “I want you so badly,” both her heart rate and breathing increasing as she began to lose control to the overwhelming passion.



Hearing those words again sent shivers through him and instantly doubled his fervour, almost sending him over the edge. He slowed for an instant, trying to regain control.





“Oh baby don’t stop,” she whispered huskily, arching her back and digging her nails into his flesh, knowing full well that he had no intentions of stopping now. Their hearts were pounding in unison and their breathing was ragged shallow gasps. The tingling heat began to grow between them and rise over their bodies. She bit her bottom lip and tried to control the sensation, tried to prolong it.



“Don’t,” he whispered opening his eyes to look at her. She moaned as she met his gaze. The look he gave her melted all remnants of resistance and she surrendered completely to the sensations, surrendered completely to him. He felt her body begin to tense, felt her nipples harden further against his chest. Soft sounds of pleasure drifted from her throat on every shallow breath, gradually getting louder. She leaned her head back exposing the delicate skin on her throat. When she began to arch her back he knew that she was close and he lent down and sucked on her nipple then moved his mouth to her throat. Moments later he felt her tense, her nails dug into his skin then she shuddered against him as waves of ecstasy exploded through her body.



He pulled her into his arms and held her close waiting for her to quieten, for her breathing to return to normal and her heart to stop pounding. “Beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely and felt her smile against his chest. After a moment she pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes blazing with desire.



“I want more,” she stated, her voice husky.



Grinning he stored the way she looked and sounded to that part of his memory dedicated exclusively to her, the part that he drew on when he needed to find strength, when he needed an excuse to survive.



“I’m not done with you yet,” he assured her and taking her hand he led her out of the alcove and positioned her in front of the bench.



The mirror that she faced had steamed over and he lent across to wipe it clean with his hand. As the fog cleared she studied their reflection in the gloom, thought about how right it felt to see him standing with her. She couldn’t help thinking that this is how it was meant to be, him and her together, always. That line of thought never ended well as it inevitably brought with it the realisation that this, like all their encounters, will be fleeting and before long he will, once again, disappear from her life, leaving her to wonder if and when she will ever see him again. Instead of dwelling on this, she decided to focus on the moment, to embrace fully the limited time that they had together. With this thought in mind she turned to face him and placing her hand on his cheek, she guided him down to her and kissed him with all her pent up passion.



The feel of her wet naked body writhing against him as her tongue stroked his was more than he could reasonably handle. Disentangling her from him, he bent her over the bench and grabbing her hips he pressed his tip against her anus. Her eyes met his in the mirror and hardened. Grunting in disappointment he moved down and pushed. The warm moist velvety smoothness that enveloped him made him tremble. He stayed still for a moment savouring the feel of her encircling him tightly then slowly, deliberately he began to move, long slow thrusts at first that gradually increased as her moaning become louder. Letting go of her hips he pulled her up to him and massaged one of her breasts, his other hand buried itself in her folds, caressing her gently. She quivered against him as his stroking inflamed her desires. He moved his hand from her breast and placed it around her throat pressing her hard against his chest. He didn’t squeeze this time, he just wanted to feel her entire body against his. Leaning his head down he breathed her in, taking in huge lung fulls of her heady scent all the while thrusting into her with more urgency. Her moaning was becoming more insistent now and he quickened his pace, both that of his finger rubbing at her clitoris and his rock hard penis plunging into her. He felt her start to tense, felt her back trying to arch. His breathing became ragged as her wild abandon inflamed his own desires.



“Come with me,” she insisted between gasping breaths



Opening his eyes he watched her straining against him in the mirror then caught her eye. She smiled at his reflection then closed her eyes and threw her head back her body starting to quiver.



“Oh Richard,” she gasped. “Richard.”



The feel of her about to explode around him sent him into a frenzy. He pounded into her welcoming the sensations that spoke of blissful release. His body suddenly tensed then they both cried out, shuddering in unison as the exquisite waves crashed through them.



Wrapping his arms around her he held her tight, not wanting to lose this moment of pure perfection yet knowing that the torrent would soon subside. Gradually he realised that there was more to her sharp intakes of breath and trembling. She was crying. He turned her round in his arms and cradled her face in his hands, brushing the tears from her cheek.



“What’s wrong?” he asked concerned.



She closed her eyes and shook her head.



“Nothing,” she sniffed and smiled.



“Nothing?” he repeated studying her intently.



“It’s just…”



“Just what?” he prompted.



“I love you,” she whispered.



Smiling he leant down and kissed her passionately. “I know.”