[ussbansheec] Feeling Deeply
- From: Korem Jaska <Haku_Mele@xxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Fri, 09 Jan 2009 15:56:48 -0500
_Feeling Deeply
_by Adonis Kaartaren & Maria Wagner
/"Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to
think freely, to risk life, to be needed."--Storm Jameson
***warning***adult content***
/
Maria and Adonis walked through park until the cool breeze became a cold
one. Adonis was still, at Maria's sweet demand, keeping his hands in
his coat pockets. Even though she'd asked him to do so for his own well
being, it seemed to Maria that the posture made him look sad and
defeated. That, in her opinion, just didn't suit him at all. Her arm
still around his waist, she hugged him, her nose pressed into his overcoat.
"Don't ever stop doing that, Maria," Adonis said softly. "I don't think
I'll ever get enough of it. I've got a deficit running on those hugs
but that's my fault."
"Ach, stop beating yourself up," Maria tsked at him.
"Sorry but it's a bad habit I've developed over a lifetime," he said
with a shrug. "Right now, all I want to do is so anti-Joshua Garrity
that it's pathetic."
"Shhh, stop comparing yourself to anyone who was obviously never
stable," she told him.
"Yeah, you're right but can I tell you what it is anyway?" he asked, a
slight smile on his face as he plucked a windblown leaf from her hair.
"Go on," came the pert answer.
"I want to take you home with me, have dinner, watch some mindless fun
on the screen with you then kiss you good night," he said simply.
"Hungry are you?" she asked.
"When am I not?" he replied with an amused snort.
"Then take me home with you and I'll make dinner for you. We'll see
about the kiss good night later," Maria said simply.
His burst of laughter was so sudden that Maria started in surprise but
before she could say anything he bent to kiss her soundly. In other
circumstances, she might have protested such a public display but she'd
missed him terribly. The mouth pressed to hers was persistent but
gentle. He tasted so good that she couldn't help but return the kiss as
deeply as it was being given.
"Marry me, Maria," Adonis said, his lips a breath from hers. "I wanted
to ask you before today. I even told Kestra that a long time ago but I
screwed up. Maria, please, I promise I'll do the very best for you that
I can. I'll make you happy. I'll---"
Maria bit back a giggle. He was so excited that he was babbling. It
was adorable. He was, too. Decent ones, Jubilee had opined, were hard
to find and Adonis was, in her opinion, a good guy for a marshmallowy
sort. Maria kissed him lightly to stop him from talking. "Yes."
Her sheer happiness at his proposal felt like the tickling of a million
butterfly wings in Adonis' mind. "Really?"
"Yes, really, now let me make you dinner before you faint from hunger,"
Maria teased even as she slipped back under his arm.
~~~~~~~~~~
One of the few benefits that came with being in Starfleet was being able
to use the transporters. It was less than five minutes later that found
the two in Rome, at the front door of the home that once belonged to his
maternal grandfather. Adonis closed his eyes as he touched the
doorknob, searching mentally.
"Nobody home," he explained as he caught sight of Maria's curious look.
"Considering how Dad was, I didn't want any surprises." He opened the
door and stood still, simply taking in the atmosphere. A curious frown
crossed his face and he shivered a moment before shaking off the feeling
he got.
"What's the matter?" Maria asked.
"Weird vibes. Did you ever see any of the psi talents at that school
talk about psychic echoes?" At her nod, he continued. "You generally
expect them of an occupied and old home but, not only is there nobody
home, I can feel how my dad felt. Whatever it was, it was pissed off
and that just never happens."
The sad look was back in his eyes and Maria sighed softly. She hated to
see anyone in pain. "He seemed a very easy going and kind man, just
like his son," she said softly, one small hand stroking his cheek.
Adonis was content then to allow her to move from his side and toward
the kitchen. It was comforting to watch her move about so confidently.
There was no table there so he sat on a stool, his back to one of the
counters, as she began gathering ingredients. She obviously approved of
the amount of fresh goods available but he almost laughed when she
dropped a turnip back in its bin. He didn't need to speak German to
know that 'ekelhafte Sache' meant 'disgusting thing'. He snickered at
her expression.
I heard that," she stated, turning to give him a mock glare. "Don't you
dare tell me---oh no..."
She was swiping at a spot on the sweater she wore, an ugly and growing
stain from something she'd picked up. "Is that going to come out?" he
asked carefully.
"Only if I soak it right now. I refuse to put my things in a sonic
cleaner," she stated, a pout, which Adonis found absolutely adorable,
marring her face.
He hopped off the stool to touch a finger under her chin. "I'll get one
of my shirts for you, beautiful, unless you want to wash it now."
The offer made Maria recall the one time she'd ever seen Jubilee wearing
one of Adam's shirts. The man was over a foot taller than the perky
chatterbox so the button-down cotton garment hung on her like a dress.
She'd also said that it smelled of him, of skin, sawdust, and pine. "A
shirt will be fine though I will poke you severely if you laugh."
Adonis grinned widely. "I'll keep that in mind." He didn't keep a lot
of clothing at that house, it not being his main residence. In fact,
the only thing he found that wasn't Fleet related was an old sweatshirt
given to him as a gift after a lecture. He hmmphed to himself at the
memory. Yeah, he thought, they were an odd but very interesting group.
He was still smiling as he returned to the kitchen and held the shirt
out to Maria. "Try this, even if it's going to be more than twice your
size," he said, acknowledging the fact that he was a foot taller and at
least a hundred pounds heavier than her.
Maria hesitated a moment. In any other circumstance, she would have
gone to another room to change but this was the man she'd agreed to
marry, the one who clearly loved her. She told herself that and that
she did just agree to marry him. Steeling her nerves, she slowly pulled
her sweater off, over her head.
"Maria," Adonis said in a slow careful tone, "I, ah, can't say I've ever
seen a more beautiful woman in my life." The blush covered all the skin
he could see but she didn't look away, even as he closed to distance
between them. He brushed her shoulder lightly. "Gods, but you are
beautiful."
She shivered under his touch then stepped close enough so that she was
pressed to him. One small hand moved to rest on his chest. Despite the
extra weight that he often complained about, she could feel solid muscle
underneath. She felt his heart beating. "Are you really very hungry,
Adonis?" she asked, her voice low and sweet as she peered up at him.
"For you more than anything lese," he admitted, his eyes never leaving
her face.
"Then I will be very happy to make you dinner---later."
~~~~~~~~~~
Strong hands settled on either side of Maria's waist, lifting gently,
until Adonis could cradle her in both arms. He shuddered with sheer
pleasure as she stroked the side of his head. He carried her to his
bedroom, a smile on his face as he planted tiny kisses on her face.
Once they were in the room, he put her down on the bed and Maria watched
as he knelt at her feet. She stroked his hair, loving the much shorter
strands rather than the barely controlled curls and waves he once had,
and she found she was unable to look away from the naked desire on his
face. How much he loved her was obvious and that was what gave her the
courage to go forward, to get by any trepidations. "You're beautiful,"
she murmured.
"No, you are." It was funny. The shirt he'd fetched for her was still
in her lap. He took it from her, tossing it aside, then took her hands
in his, loathe as he was to stop her from touching him. "Tell me what
you want, my butterfly."
"You, Adonis. I want you to love me, I want you to be the father of my
children, and I want us to be happy," she said simply.
He stood slowly, those strong hands again picking her up so that she was
completely on the bed. He dropped her shoes to the floor then, with the
lightest of touches, trailed his hands up her legs. She wore hose, he
realized. He knew many women found them ridiculously old fashioned but
he thought they were damned sexy. The sight and feel of them fanned the
flames of his desire even higher than they already were. Quiet, demure
Maria was his ideal and he loved her. Slowly, he slid the hose down,
taking her panties with them, inhaling her scent as he did. He nuzzled
the soft hair at the apex of her thighs as he passed, flicking his
tongue just a bit lower.
Maria gave a startled gasp of pleasure. She might have been embarrassed
but his deliberate care in removing her things had been like a type of
adoration or worship. It was no sin. He loved her and that was
enough. "Come closer," she said huskily, her eyes luminous. "I want to
feel you and see you."
It was just as well, he thought. He was so hard and engorged that his
slacks had definitely become uncomfortable. He undressed slowly,
consciously reigning in his impatience. He wanted this to last, to burn
the moment into his memory. The look on Maria's face as she watched
almost undid him. It was so frankly for him that he allowed himself to
feel her thoughts. Those thoughts passed through him with a shuddered
and a stifled moan. Gods what beautiful passion she held. Careful
fingers traced the outline of her bra then slipped inside to thumb a
nipple until it hardened and she shifted slightly, moving close to him.
He reached to undo the bra then dipped his head, pulling the other
nipple into his mouth. He nipped and suckled until she cried out then
he sat back, taking his time.
Much to his surprise, Maria sat up, rubbing her cheek along the length
of his hardness. Oh but it was hard and soft warm. She felt it pulse
and strain against her skin. The groan and shudder he gave made it
obvious that he very much liked what she was doing. That emboldened her
to mischief. She turned her head enough to lick his tip then ventured
to take him into her mouth, as far as she could, as she stroked the rest
of him.
"Maria..oh, Gods, Maria, please stop or I won't be able to control
myself. Oh that's nice but please..." He had to catch his breath a
moment then almost laughed at the look on her face and the feel of her
mind. She was both mischievous and hapy that she'd made him feel good.
He knelt by her feet, gently widening her legs as he slid up her body.
"You, my beautiful lady, are perfect. I love you."
With one strong thrust, he pushed into her, glorying at how well he fit
inside and at her cry of delight. Maria clutched at him as if to pull
him closer. He slid a hand between them, kneading at a breast, which
made her lift her hips even closer to him. What undid him completely,
even beyond her stroking his hair, was the gentle nip at his collar
bone. Whatever self control he had was lost in a series of ragged
thrusts, plunging deeper into her as she clung to him, legs wrapped
around his waist.
Afterwards, Adonis was fairly sure he had no bones left in his body,
having no energy at all to move as he lay over Maria. He did have the
presence of mind, though, not to rest his weight on her, leaning instead
on his elbow. His forehead touched hers and he gave her a light, shaky
kiss.
"Oh, imzadi, you have no idea how much I've missed this. I've missed
you so much," he said, his breathing still rapid.
Never had she ever felt so loved or cherished as when he touched her.
This was no sin. It was perfect. ""You're wonderful. Ich liebe dich."
A while later, she laid snuggled against him, her head resting in the
hollow of his neck as he stroked her hair. He was sleepy then and he
enjoyed the haziness he was feeling in conjunction with the peace and
contentment of her mind. "Maria, I'll marry you tomorrow if you want
but this house makes my skin crawl now. Anywhere else you'd like: New
York, London..."
She barely nodded. "Room for children," she said, her hand touching his
cheek.
"Mmm, yeah. How many?" He smiled at her touch. For this, no job was
too hard, nothing was too much. "My dad would love a lot of 'em."
"Mine, too." She snuggled closer, as sleepy now as he was. "Four or
five: Timothy, Jethro, Abigail, Donald, Anthony..."
"If we add in Ziva for my Betazoid grandmother then that will be
perfect, beautiful. It will be absolutely perfect."
--
Whatever I now seem to be, Yet more is to be found in me. --James Dillet Freeman
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