Melt Down

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Pure fluff – enjoy!
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Tom Kazanski lay on his side, totally wide awake, thinking, always thinking. The students, Maverick, Slider, the woman.

His thoughts settled on her, the woman he wanted, the woman who he craved to touch, to kiss, to feel writhe underneath him. Dara, the woman he wanted to submit to him, to want him before he would admit wanting her, to give him a sign, a signal so that he knew that she was in the same place he was, desperate for contact between them. She was the only woman he’d ever felt like that for, the only woman that he’d thought for a moment might reject him, of course he’d been rejected before, but this time he actually cared if she rejected him. He was sure if he could just fuck her she’d be out of his system, but he wasn’t willing to take the chance that she would turn him down flat, because that would leave him wanting more, and if this was bad, that would be worse. He tossed and turned, unsettled, not surprising as he had gone to bed so early, 8pm, it was now 10pm and he was more wide awake than before. He thought of Dara, the way she moved inside the jump suit, the way she could tell what was wrong with a plane the minute she heard the engine in the distance. The way her hair escaped the tight pony tail as the day wore on, the way the grease smears on her face made her so damn sexy. He felt his groin start to respond as he allowed his thoughts to imagine what was under the jump suit, the perky breasts, the flat sweep of midrift down to the hips, her long legs. He wondered what she would feel like, taste like. Imagined her touch on his body, her kisses on his neck, the feel of her as she climaxed against him, wet and warm, would she scream? Scratch his back?

He kicked the covers of and sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing the bulge in his white underwear, he needed to stop this, he was Iceman, cool as Ice, didn’t crack under pressure, and he didn’t fall in love. He paced to his clothes pulling them on as his erection subsided.

In love? Where had that come from? He wasn’t in love, obsessed yes. In lust, yes. In love definitely not – right?


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Dara looked up from her desk as she heard someone coming into the hanger, the overhead light burned above her but the rest of the hanger was in darkness. She watched and listened as the footsteps walked around the planes, she could occasionally hear the scrape of a ring on the metal of the planes. She wasn’t scared, she knew the only people to get in here past the guards at this time of night were other fitters, instructors and officers. It might be Maverick, they had had many a late night talk when Charlie was away on Navy business, about Goose, Iceman, a student he was having trouble with, a problem with a plane that they thrashed out together. She was relieved that she didn’t find Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell hot, not that she was blind, he looked damn fine, but there was only one guy who interested her here, only one man who ever had to the extent where he interrupted her sleep, affected her appetite, she lost it when he was around, binged when he wasn’t with misery. She knew she had fallen for him and fallen hard, but accepted the fact that she could never have him, you can’t tame a man like Tom Kazanski.

Ice walked round the planes, feeling the smooth metal under his touch, smelling the fuel, the grease, revelling in it, it made him, it was what he lived for, these machines that gave him freedom from everything, everything but her. He jumped as he heard a voice coming from the hanger offices, he hadn’t noticed the light on.

“Pete?” Dara called “That you?”

Iceman froze, what did he do? Was she expecting Maverick? Were they having an affair? Jealousy was never far from him where Maverick was concerned but this was blinding, it hurt.

“Mav?” she called out again “Who’s there?”

“Iceman” he said without thinking, he walked towards her voice as if hypnotised, seeing her silhouette in the office doorway, she was dressed in a white t-shirt, overalls knotted around her waist.

“Ice?” she asked

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you, can’t sleep”

They came face to face, a few feet apart, he yearned to take her in his arms, to force her to admit she wanted him, needed him.

“Oh, it’s fine, I’m just doing some reviewing, you didn’t startle me, thought you were Maverick, he comes in here sometimes, says it reminds him of who he is” she replied, her mouth going dry as she spoke to him, her emotions battling with common sense.

“I can relate to that” he smiled

“Yeah” she said so much she wanted to tell him, none of it she could actually say “Coffee?”

“Sure, nice” he followed her into the office “So” he swallowed a mouthful of scalding coffee “How long have you been screwing Maverick then?”

Dara nearly dropped her cup “I’m not!” Angry “Pete and I are friends, I knew Goose, I know Charlie, I’ve never fucked him” blunt as him.

Iceman smirked “Yeah” he said “But you aren’t convincing” if she was in love with Maverick that would be an explanation for why she wouldn’t want him, he could justify hiding his feelings.

“I don’t feel like that about him” she frowned “I never have, what’s the matter with you Tom, what are you being such an asshole?” his words hurt her, they knew each other fairly well, and she thought he knew her well enough that she would never have an affair with a married man, especially not when his wife was her friend!

“You were expecting him, don’t deny it Dara, you just look stupid” cutting again

“No Ice you are the one who looks stupid, throwing accusations around, I wasn’t expecting him, sometimes he comes in here to wind down, sometimes I’m here, sometimes I’m not, if I’m here we talk” Dara was really angry with him now, he tried to avoid looking at her breasts as they fought with her t-shirt for freedom, her eyes flashing with fury.

“Yeah right” he sneered moving towards her, unable to stop provoking her, wanting to hurt her as he was hurting.

“For fucks sake Tom!” she exploded, her frustration at being besotted with him was unleashed now “I am not sleeping with Maverick, I don’t want to sleep with Maverick, he’s my friend and he listens to me, unlike you, why do you want to hurt me? What have I done to make you hate me so much? Why in hell do I need to defend myself to you? I don’t mean anything to you!”

Ice put his coffee mug down, pushing her against the wall with his body, his hands on her wrists as she tried to strike him.

“Don’t mean anything to me?” he hissed “You drive me crazy, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, I’m like a kid when you look at me, all tied up in knots and going crazy, and you don’t even know I exist, unless I’m attached to one of your precious planes!” He let go and stepped back, regaining control, furious that despite his turmoil his body had instantly responded to being so close to hers.

“I…, I…” Dara spluttered “Tom, what do you mean? Drive you crazy?” her heart was racing, she knew it was more from him being so close to her, rather that her anger now “What do I do?”

“Forget it” he snarled “Forget I said anything”

She stepped closer to him, his body was hot and tense, she could almost hear his heart beating as hard as her own, she traced a finger down his face.

“No, I won’t forget it” she whispered as the tears washed down her face “I can’t, I don’t want to hurt you, the thought that I hurt you, drive you crazy, it kills me” she cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.

“Don’t” he pleaded, but unable to stop himself he looked into her eyes, seeing the tears, tears that he had caused, he wiped them away gently, kissing her mouth softly, groaning as she responded tentatively, then more eagerly, winding her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, pressing her body against his own. The kiss deepened, more passionate, their hands exploring each other, hair, arms, back. Dara wrapped a leg around his, pressing herself closer, unable to get close enough. Ice traced his kisses down her throat, his hand supporting the small of her back as she pressed into him, his other hand feeling her breasts through her bra, moving the fabric aside and teasing her nipples with his finger tips. He moved the hand lower, tracing her panty line through the fabric of the overalls, feeling her arch more as his hand brushed between her legs, feeling the heat of her through the material.

He stepped back towards the battered arm chair in the corner of the office, removing her t-shirt as he did so, feeling the chair against his calves he struggled for balance as he removed her bra, burying his face in her breasts, teasing each nipple in turn with his tongue. Sliding his hands down her torso he slid into her panties, feeling the wet warmth, feeling her shudder as his fingers caressed her, sliding his fingers into her, rubbing her clit with his thumb as she moaned his name.

“Oh God, Ice” she moaned her head lolling back as she felt herself start to spasm.

He removed his hand just before she came, pulling the overalls down, she pulled his t-shirt over his head, burying her face in his chest as she undid his jeans, he jumped as an electric shock of desire shot through him as she took his hardness in her hands, caressing him, stroking it, making him shake with lust.
She pushed him back onto the chair, both naked now she went down on him, gently at first, feeling his hands in her hair, sucking and nibbling at him, her tongue tracing patterns as he fought with himself not to come. She traced kisses up his body reaching his mouth just as he thought he might explode from impatience. He lifted her hips as she straddled him, she lowered herself gently as he thrust upwards, both groaning with pleasure and the promise of pleasure to come. She rose up and down, deliberately, slowly, getting quicker as her breath came quicker, he held her hips now thrusting upwards in time with her, screwing his eyes shut as he felt her spasm and arch, moaning his name over and over, he let go and with one more thrust he was with her, coming deep inside her, matching each other throbbing together as they came. She collapsed forwards, her arms around his neck as they became still, kissing his neck and jaw bone.
He lifted her head gently, brushing the hair out of her eyes, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, he kissed her softly. Her mouth her, eyes, her cheeks. He stroked her back as she looked at him, unable to read her expression, the doubts started to return, but worse now, he thought if he fucked her he’d be ok, now he knew he loved her, would do anything for her, die for her if that’s what she needed. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable and his body tensed, she put her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes, kissing him gently.

“I love you” he murmured into her hair, Dara dropped her head onto his shoulder as he continued speaking to himself as much as her “I always have, It had driven me crazy, thinking that you were with Maverick”

“I’m not with Maverick” she replied “You are the first person that I have slept with in three years, the three years since I met you, because the only person I want is you” she hesitated “I’ve loved you for three years, and it’s been agony but it was worth every second if you meant what you said”

“I meant it” his blue eyes bored into her soul “Let’s go, it’s getting cold”

They dressed slowly, locking up and leaving the hanger hand in hand, looking like they had been a couple for years. They fell into his bed in his quarters exhausted, now that their feelings were aired, and the urgency gone both just wanted to sleep in each others arms, there would be plenty of time for sex later.