01-10-2018, 12:15 PM
He raised his eyebrows. Her voice was like a purr and he definitely felt the motor running. He wasn't usually used to the girl being so....forward. But she wasn't a girl. Not in the slightest.
That added something to it all. You know. On top of the whole she is like seriously the hottest woman right now and totally sitting in my living room and purring at me. Purring! Time to step up, buddy. "Well, I know what I'd like to do..."
and he took her hand, leaned in, and kissed her deeply.
This time, he ignored the tiny voice of guilt. Nope. She wasn't some flighty girl. Neither was Zo. He shoved the thought away. And he was frankly curious. She was an empath. He wondered if that would make things different.
Alex made a soft noise as Ivan kissed her. The first touch was always surreal. Alex had to pull her shields tighter around her. They'd been freer than usual with the alcohol. Her head was fuzzy as the kiss lingered and grew heavier. The police scanner went off but Alex pressed her mouth tighter against his and pulled herself into his lap, her skirt riding up. "Bedroom."
She whispered through breaths and kissing. Whatever it was didn't need them.
He barely heard the interruption of the scanner. She was quick and it was gone and she was on him. And that's there was. Her. Him. Now. He stood and picked her up with ease, carried her into the bedroom. And let himself go. Got lost in her. The here. The now. It was all that existed.
It wasn't love. It wasn't commitment. It was connection. He hadn't felt connected to anyone in a long time. Life. Work. Loss. (Stop. Forget about her. She's gone. ) It felt like he had lost something. But at least...for now...with Alex... They were just two human beings, using each other to fill a need. Sad? Maybe. Probably. But it was also life. Glorious beautiful heartbreaking life-affirming you-are-not-alone life. And for now, that was all he needed.
And it was what he found in her arms. She was as much lover as comforter. She pushed him but also cradled him. He was by one moment passive, the next aggressive. In the end, he never had the chance to notice if her being an empath was different than any of the other times.
He felt more emotional than normal, that was for sure. Usually, at the end of the night, he felt tired and spent. But not emotional. Never. But here, with her...there had been comfort. Tenderness. Maybe that was her gift to him. What she sensed he needed. A part of him felt the tearing still, but it had lessened.
The empty ache was filled for a time.
Or maybe it was just tonight, the whole craziness. How he was feeling. Loss. Either way, he curled around her protectively. He wasn't going to get tired of her. He didn't want to be one of those guys. The ones who'd taught her that she wasn't worth being around beyond a good lay. He could give her that at least.
God, I am such an idiot!
For Alex it had been a while. Bas was her last. The new job had given her way too much work and not enough free time. This was the best of both worlds. At any moment they could be called upon and the either would understand. It was their life.
Ivan was young, strong, good looking. And if this night was anything to go by Alex could have a lot of fun with him. Maybe teach him a few of Bas' tricks.
But there was only one problem with being an Empath when it came to sex. The connection was always strong. Alex could read his moods, know what he needed and she could anticipate it. With Bas and the power it was empty for the first time. That was the reason she had clung to his bed, had called him when she needed to drain her self. He called for the passion and kink of it all. It worked for both of them.
Ivan might be able to play part of the game, but she wanted to feel nothing of a person once again. Curled in his embrace he was lost in thought Alex spoke softly so not to startle him. "Next time, try holding your gift."
Her words were barely audible at first. And then it took him a moment to understand what she meant. And then he quirked a smile. He hadn't of holding the power during sex. How did she....Well, he knew. Duh. He should be upset. Well, not really. It was her life and all that. Still, it would be kinda something if Volodin of all people gave him a gift from beyond the grave.
He seized the power. If her skin against his was warm and like silk before, well, now...God, it was like he could feel every part of her almost from the inside. The smell of her hair against his face was intoxicating. And he felt a poweful surge of energy. If he had been seeking connection before, now it was something else entirely.
He laughed and rolled her over, a twinkle in his eye. "Like this?
Alex laughed. "Exactly like that."
Ha! So the next morning Ivan awoke, thankfully, without a hangover. Maybe the power had helped. Then again, feeling Alex all warm and soft curled up alongside him probably had something more to do with that. He almost didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed. He got up to use the rest room and take a shower, letting her sleep. It had been a good and fun night and he felt refreshed.
And...strangely, he felt free. From what, he wasn't really sure. He just felt lighter. Liberated. For a little while. It helped. He had to move on. Dumb to get so caught up. He toweled off and put on some sweats and a t-shirt, then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. He at least had that. He wished he had some breakfast stuff. He was hungry and he bet she was too. Well, there was take out again.
He ordered from a place he liked pretty well, then went into the bedroom to get his wallet and check the feeds and scanner. She could sleep however long she wanted to.
He saw the Domovoi APB. Well, night shift had covered it, whatever it was. Not like they woulda done any good being there all drunk and all. He'd have to check and see what happened. He lost track of the time as he read and waited for the food. Finally a noise got his attention and he turned to see Alex come out of the back room.
Rounds two and three were even more interesting. Round two was blissfully quiet. The second power filled one Alex actually hinted at things to see what Ivan would do. He hadn't disappointed. It was an experience not trying to relive the good ole days. You find what you like and you go with it. If Ivan took offense, well that was a discussion they'd have to have later.
Sleep had come and taken Alex away. She hadn't meant to spend the night, but between the rousing games and the drinking it was not surprising. She'd felt Ivan get up and do his thing. Apparently, he wasn't concerned about a woman still asleep in his bed so Alex rested a while more before her internal clock and a stiff body made her get up. Clothes were hard to find so she pulled on what she could find, which happened to be one of Ivan's discarded t-shirts and walked out to where she felt his presence.
She leaned over his back and pressed her body to it as she wrapped her arms around him, "Morning Cowboy. I'm starving, what do you ha...?"
Then Alex remembered: ma's cooking or take out, and sighed. "What did you order?"
she asked as she moved around him and straddled him. Maybe a final round before work. Maybe spending the night hadn't been such a bad idea.
Ivan liked the way she felt of course. Liked it too, much now that she was all on him and stuff. But she also cracked him up.
Cowboy? He kinda liked that. Some saying came to mind...something he heard in some stupid American bar he'd been to once when he'd been seeing this girl. No. Not a saying. A song. "Save a horse. Ride a cowboy."
He laughed and brought his hands around under her thighs to cup her sweet little ass. "Saddle up,"
he whispered, biting her lip, and seized the power again before kissing her. If nothing else, he wanted to thank Nox for helping him learn to do that without having to calm down. That woulda definitely messed up the mood. And she was all kinds of frisky. Little fire cracker that one. And he hadn't realized he was still, too.
So sometime later yet again, she was sitting at the table, this time- thankfully, with his boxers on underneath his shirt this time. All he needed was to see her get up and reach for something high up so he could catch a glimpse and he'd be in trouble yet again.
So yeah, thankfully, a little more clothed. And, too, the place he'd ordered from had been incredibly slow. Like super slow. Like the food might even be cold slow. And he was pretty happy about that. Perfect timing.
They ate and drank their coffee and chatted about nothing at all. It was fun. Relaxing. It had to end, he knew. Real life was about to intrude in on them the minute they got dressed for work (or at least, Alex dressed enough to go home and change). Then it'd be back to the usual routine.
But he had a friend on the force. A real one. Someone he could hang out with. Play with. And just generally enjoy relaxing. And that was pretty fucking cool.
[[with Alex]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jan 11 2018, 12:34 AM.
That added something to it all. You know. On top of the whole she is like seriously the hottest woman right now and totally sitting in my living room and purring at me. Purring! Time to step up, buddy. "Well, I know what I'd like to do..."
and he took her hand, leaned in, and kissed her deeply.
This time, he ignored the tiny voice of guilt. Nope. She wasn't some flighty girl. Neither was Zo. He shoved the thought away. And he was frankly curious. She was an empath. He wondered if that would make things different.
Alex made a soft noise as Ivan kissed her. The first touch was always surreal. Alex had to pull her shields tighter around her. They'd been freer than usual with the alcohol. Her head was fuzzy as the kiss lingered and grew heavier. The police scanner went off but Alex pressed her mouth tighter against his and pulled herself into his lap, her skirt riding up. "Bedroom."
She whispered through breaths and kissing. Whatever it was didn't need them.
He barely heard the interruption of the scanner. She was quick and it was gone and she was on him. And that's there was. Her. Him. Now. He stood and picked her up with ease, carried her into the bedroom. And let himself go. Got lost in her. The here. The now. It was all that existed.
It wasn't love. It wasn't commitment. It was connection. He hadn't felt connected to anyone in a long time. Life. Work. Loss. (Stop. Forget about her. She's gone. ) It felt like he had lost something. But at least...for now...with Alex... They were just two human beings, using each other to fill a need. Sad? Maybe. Probably. But it was also life. Glorious beautiful heartbreaking life-affirming you-are-not-alone life. And for now, that was all he needed.
And it was what he found in her arms. She was as much lover as comforter. She pushed him but also cradled him. He was by one moment passive, the next aggressive. In the end, he never had the chance to notice if her being an empath was different than any of the other times.
He felt more emotional than normal, that was for sure. Usually, at the end of the night, he felt tired and spent. But not emotional. Never. But here, with her...there had been comfort. Tenderness. Maybe that was her gift to him. What she sensed he needed. A part of him felt the tearing still, but it had lessened.
The empty ache was filled for a time.
Or maybe it was just tonight, the whole craziness. How he was feeling. Loss. Either way, he curled around her protectively. He wasn't going to get tired of her. He didn't want to be one of those guys. The ones who'd taught her that she wasn't worth being around beyond a good lay. He could give her that at least.
God, I am such an idiot!
For Alex it had been a while. Bas was her last. The new job had given her way too much work and not enough free time. This was the best of both worlds. At any moment they could be called upon and the either would understand. It was their life.
Ivan was young, strong, good looking. And if this night was anything to go by Alex could have a lot of fun with him. Maybe teach him a few of Bas' tricks.
But there was only one problem with being an Empath when it came to sex. The connection was always strong. Alex could read his moods, know what he needed and she could anticipate it. With Bas and the power it was empty for the first time. That was the reason she had clung to his bed, had called him when she needed to drain her self. He called for the passion and kink of it all. It worked for both of them.
Ivan might be able to play part of the game, but she wanted to feel nothing of a person once again. Curled in his embrace he was lost in thought Alex spoke softly so not to startle him. "Next time, try holding your gift."
Her words were barely audible at first. And then it took him a moment to understand what she meant. And then he quirked a smile. He hadn't of holding the power during sex. How did she....Well, he knew. Duh. He should be upset. Well, not really. It was her life and all that. Still, it would be kinda something if Volodin of all people gave him a gift from beyond the grave.
He seized the power. If her skin against his was warm and like silk before, well, now...God, it was like he could feel every part of her almost from the inside. The smell of her hair against his face was intoxicating. And he felt a poweful surge of energy. If he had been seeking connection before, now it was something else entirely.
He laughed and rolled her over, a twinkle in his eye. "Like this?
Alex laughed. "Exactly like that."
Ha! So the next morning Ivan awoke, thankfully, without a hangover. Maybe the power had helped. Then again, feeling Alex all warm and soft curled up alongside him probably had something more to do with that. He almost didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed. He got up to use the rest room and take a shower, letting her sleep. It had been a good and fun night and he felt refreshed.
And...strangely, he felt free. From what, he wasn't really sure. He just felt lighter. Liberated. For a little while. It helped. He had to move on. Dumb to get so caught up. He toweled off and put on some sweats and a t-shirt, then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. He at least had that. He wished he had some breakfast stuff. He was hungry and he bet she was too. Well, there was take out again.
He ordered from a place he liked pretty well, then went into the bedroom to get his wallet and check the feeds and scanner. She could sleep however long she wanted to.
He saw the Domovoi APB. Well, night shift had covered it, whatever it was. Not like they woulda done any good being there all drunk and all. He'd have to check and see what happened. He lost track of the time as he read and waited for the food. Finally a noise got his attention and he turned to see Alex come out of the back room.
Rounds two and three were even more interesting. Round two was blissfully quiet. The second power filled one Alex actually hinted at things to see what Ivan would do. He hadn't disappointed. It was an experience not trying to relive the good ole days. You find what you like and you go with it. If Ivan took offense, well that was a discussion they'd have to have later.
Sleep had come and taken Alex away. She hadn't meant to spend the night, but between the rousing games and the drinking it was not surprising. She'd felt Ivan get up and do his thing. Apparently, he wasn't concerned about a woman still asleep in his bed so Alex rested a while more before her internal clock and a stiff body made her get up. Clothes were hard to find so she pulled on what she could find, which happened to be one of Ivan's discarded t-shirts and walked out to where she felt his presence.
She leaned over his back and pressed her body to it as she wrapped her arms around him, "Morning Cowboy. I'm starving, what do you ha...?"
Then Alex remembered: ma's cooking or take out, and sighed. "What did you order?"
she asked as she moved around him and straddled him. Maybe a final round before work. Maybe spending the night hadn't been such a bad idea.
Ivan liked the way she felt of course. Liked it too, much now that she was all on him and stuff. But she also cracked him up.
Cowboy? He kinda liked that. Some saying came to mind...something he heard in some stupid American bar he'd been to once when he'd been seeing this girl. No. Not a saying. A song. "Save a horse. Ride a cowboy."
He laughed and brought his hands around under her thighs to cup her sweet little ass. "Saddle up,"
he whispered, biting her lip, and seized the power again before kissing her. If nothing else, he wanted to thank Nox for helping him learn to do that without having to calm down. That woulda definitely messed up the mood. And she was all kinds of frisky. Little fire cracker that one. And he hadn't realized he was still, too.
So sometime later yet again, she was sitting at the table, this time- thankfully, with his boxers on underneath his shirt this time. All he needed was to see her get up and reach for something high up so he could catch a glimpse and he'd be in trouble yet again.
So yeah, thankfully, a little more clothed. And, too, the place he'd ordered from had been incredibly slow. Like super slow. Like the food might even be cold slow. And he was pretty happy about that. Perfect timing.
They ate and drank their coffee and chatted about nothing at all. It was fun. Relaxing. It had to end, he knew. Real life was about to intrude in on them the minute they got dressed for work (or at least, Alex dressed enough to go home and change). Then it'd be back to the usual routine.
But he had a friend on the force. A real one. Someone he could hang out with. Play with. And just generally enjoy relaxing. And that was pretty fucking cool.
[[with Alex]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jan 11 2018, 12:34 AM.