[ussbansheec] What We Need
- From: Andy Maluhia <CaptainAndy@xxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx, mutantx@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:22:09 -0400
_What We Need
_by Samantha Richards & Magni Asgardson
/"It has been said that we need just three things in life: Something to
do, Something to look forward to And someone to love."/
***warning***adult content***
He was not what one would call a social creature but he had indeed
promised. That was why Magni found himself back in New York City when,
a short while earlier, he'd sworn to Cap that it would be a long time
before he set foot there again. But he was not heading for 895 Fifth
Avenue. No he was headed for the Baxter Building, a place he hadn't
been to in years.
"Lucy, could you tell my brother I'm out for lunch and won't make it
back in time for the meeting this afternoon?" Sam said as she grabbed
her purse and jacket then headed for the door. She grinned as her
secretary gaped at her. "What?"
"I don't think I've ever seen you take a long lunch is all," the older
woman commented, chuckling as she made a note in the diary.
"First time for everything," Sam chirped with a wink and bounced out the
office.
He stepped into the lobby of the skyscraper, peering about as he did.
It was certainly a very Human design and, as much as he hated
cityscapes, he had to admit he liked this place. The receptionist there
at the desk was staring at him even before he approached.
"Uh...umm...can I help you, sir?" the skinny young man asked.
"Magni Asgardson," he said simply. "I'm here to see Samantha Richards."
Just as the guard made to check his lists, Sam came dashing down the
foyer. "Here! No worries, Max, I'm here. Thanks. Hey Magni, you're
punctual and I'm late."
Dressed not in uniform nor in chain mail, Magni sketched theatrical bow
again. "Call it a bad habit I learned over the last forty years. Plus
I know one should never keep a lady waiting," he said with a grin. "I
even took transport rather than my usual methods."
"Something I've learned is not to throw my gifts in other people's
faces," Sam said with a rueful smile. "But it's nice to sometimes go
out and know no one can see me."
"In all my time in the Fleet, I never really exercised my title of High
Mage except when I was alone. The strength I couldn't help." He
chuckled at that and offered a shrug. "Klingons apparently find me
rather amusing."
"Interestingly, it's Vulcans that I seem to click with best," Sam mused
as they wandered out of the Baxter Building. "They find my passion
intriguing and my second occupation fascinating."
"I somehow think there are no Vulcan metas or even mutants and certainly
no gods," he said with a chuckle. "It would seem that even pre-Surak
that they were too logical to believe in deities. That and they find my
passion overblown. I have a temper problem after all."
"Have you ever met a Romulan?" Sam asked, smiling up at her companion.
"I once had the unusual and rare honour of meeting one of their oldest
citizens. She was completely pale, white hair and green eyes. She
called herself an aberration. She was, for all intents and purposes, a
mutant."
Blue eyes narrowed and two large fingers tapped a well groomed goatee.
"I've met quite a few actually but the one you're referring to...heh,
I've only ever heard people speak of her. Apparently she's the stuff of
secret legend so I'm impressed you met her."
"My parents are the stuff of legend, she told me she was intrigued by
us, not one thing nor the other, but walking the line between worlds,
that's what she said to me anyway."
"Well, that they are," Magni agreed. "I think if you and Franklin had
been around at the time, that my father might have sent me to whatever
school turned you two out instead of Xavier's." He bit back any further
on that. He knew it would have meant not meeting Vanir but it also
meant not meeting Rosie and thus carrying on a long time hurt.
"Home-schooled," Sam said with a shrug. "My parents taught us or found
us tutors. I guess they didn't trust Xavier's, I always wondered what
it was like though."
At that, Magni found himself holding in silent laughter. "In that case,
I doubt your mother would be so kindly disposed to me as she is now. I
was a typical Asgardian adolescent which, I'm told, is worse than a
mortal one by at least a factor of ten. You turned out quite well if
you don't mind my saying so. I was a foolish youth."
"I was obnoxious," Sam grinned, winking at him as they made their way
toward her favourite restaurant. "I was a total brat. I'm ten years
younger than Val, twelve younger than Franklin, I was the baby and I
knew it."
"I wonder," he said with a completely straight face, "if it's as I was
once told: a red head factor." He reached to carefully tug a lock of
hair. "The ship that I was first officer on had a Human captain and he
had red hair too. Come to think of it, so did the CMO."
Flicking a lock of copper hair from her eyes, Sam giggled. "It's
definitely why I'm more feisty than my sibs, anyway."
"Feisty is good, though. Much as I love the man, my closest friend is
entirely too retiring but then he doesn't have the red hair. I suppose
I should forgive him for that," he chuckled.
"I know what you mean, my Dad's a bit like that. Funny and silly as he
can be with us, he's also very straight-laced. Val sort of rebelled in
her teens, she's off exploring with a friend of hers, we haven't heard
from her in a month or two," Sam said. She was never worried about her
older sister. After all, the girl could ignite herself at will, she'd
be fine.
"I think your entire family is a bit on the feisty side yet I also think
that that independence doesn't mean you wouldn't beat someone to a pulp
if they hurt someone you love," Magni mused. "I know your parents can
so I'm going to assume you can, too."
"I'm strongest of them all," Sam told him simply. "If someone hurt my
family, I wouldn't even hesitate. My brother and sister are the same,
Franklin's worst for it, he's got my mother's temper."
"I have to admire a strong woman," he said with a grin,"both mentally
and physically. I was used to that long before I went out into the wide
worlds. Who knew it'd get better while I was gone?"
She flashed him a grin in return. "Strong women run in the family, what
can I say?"
"Well, you can tell me where we're going," he said with wry smile. "I
am content to follow your lead but I am rather curious. I'll try
anything but London."
"Why not London?" she asked, one eyebrow raised, before she pointed at a
little seafood restaurant across the street. "My favourite, they do
good clam chowder."
"I'd love to try that then." He let out a slow breath. Magni Asgardson
was not a man to walk away from a fight but neither was he one who would
provoke one when it was pointless. "There are people in that city who
would rather not ever see my face ever again so I avoid it."
"London's bigger than you think," Sam said with a fond smile. "I spent
time there during one of my degrees, an exchange to Imperial College. I
loved exploring all the little back streets."
"Show me one day?" he asked with a broad shouldered shrug. As an after
thought, he added, "So long as it avoids Bromley. I like my jaw in the
shape it's in. "
"I mostly stayed in the West End and the City," she said as they entered
the little, quiet restaurant. Offering the waiter a smile, she said,
"Table for..."
"Ms Richards, of course, come this way," he said smoothly, showing her
to a booth near the back, her favourite spot.
"Impressive again," Magni said as quietly as he could. "Most people who
know me on sight tend to cringe or run away."
"We're a well respected family around here," Sam said with a shrug as
she slid into the booth so she could see the restaurant. "You can
either sit by me and watch the world go by or sit opposite and block my
view," she teased.
"Far be it from me to block a good view," he said as he slid in next to
her, oddly conscious, for some reason, that he was next to her. "Plus I
have plenty of leg room." A rare look of mischief came into his eyes as
he added, "You, too, I see."
"Me too? I'm not as tall as you," she sniffed in amusement.
"Chalk it up to a bad sense of comedic timing on my part. My sense of
humor, or so I'm told, is lacking." He then held his arm straight out
to his side. The bottom of it was quite above her head. "Some of us
are a foot or more taller than others."
Her head lifted and she stared up at his arm, grinning brightly. She
briefly wondered what it would be like if that arm dropped down around
her shoulders but she put the thought away. It was silly and he was an
old friend of the family, emphasis on the old. "Wow..."
"Good Aesir blood," he said with a smile. He lowered it, not to his
side, but to rest behind her on the booth. "Cap and I had coffee at a
diner and the booths were lacking."
"This place is used to men who can stretch their arms across the whole
restaurant, they made the booths bigger when we became regulars," she
chuckled, 'absently' leaning her head back, the top of it resting just a
little against his arm. She wondered how calculating she could be in
here. Then she reminded herself of her promise not to pursue men and
she leaned forward, clasping her hands on the table before reaching for
a menu and opening it. "I always have the chowder."
Half of him was sorry that she moved and the other half kicked that one,
reminding it that this was yet another friend's daughter. And so what,
the first half argued. "I trust your judgement. Like I said at home,
it's so nice to be eating real food now that every new thing is a blessing."
Glancing back over her shoulder, she gave him a bright smile. Her eyes
met his and for a moment she felt a twitch in her stomach, then she
shoved it away. Friends is friends is friends. Besides, she'd sworn
off men a long time ago. They were all dicks, even the cute ones with
pretty eyes and soft-looking red hair and wide, strong shoulders and...
She shoved at the menu, sending it off the table to bounce off the back
of the bench opposite. "Oops," she sighed, then tossed in a smirk for
good measure.
"Samantha, are you alright? I didn't think 'oops' was part of your
vocabulary and that word makes me nervous. Things happen after 'oops',"
he said simply.
"I'm fine... just finding it hard to relax today." She glanced back at
him, met those eyes and sighed again. "It's been a while since you've
been a part of our lives, Magni. You won't really know how things have
been, you won't know like other people know. I'm also guessing you're
not one for the gossip columns of news feeds either."
"Ah, no," came the careful reply. He shrugged, holding up large hands.
"It wasn't your mother who called me an inconsiderate bastard,
Samantha. It was Cap, for being incommunicado. I've only really seen
him and Vanir Wagner since I've been home."
"Being the Richards family, our lives are, of course, open for public
consumption," Sam said with only a slight bitter twang. "If you ever
feel like knowing exactly how stupid a woman can be, look up my entries
for two years ago, three years ago, and five years ago. Most of the
physical marks healed a long time ago..." She offered him an apologetic
smile as she put her hands on his upturned palms. "But I made a promise
after the last time. No more men. Period."
Her hands were small in his as he settled them between both of his. He
had no doubt but that his face was coloring with sudden anger. "I don't
engage in gossip, Samantha," he said, looking her straight in the eye,
"and I certainly don't tolerate harming anyone who is more vulnerable
than me. They still breathing?"
Her breath caught as she stared into his eyes, met them with her own
strength and felt the connection again. "If you can call the New
Zealand penal colony alive, then yes." She could feel her pulse
quicken, her heart pounding so loudly she wondered if he could hear it.
"I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I'm not like that any more..." But
she knew she was feeling more than friendship as she looked up at him.
"That is entirely too bad," he said, hands still held in his.
"Samantha, I'm here because I wanted some company. You are very good
company and, believe it or not, I do understand what you're saying. Why
do you think I won't go near London?"
"I would guess you pissed off Nat," she observed in a rueful whisper.
If her pulse quickened any more, she was afraid it might burst. "Magni..."
"You know Lynley..." He stopped talking, moving a hand to touch her
chin. "Talk to me, Samantha. I might be an idiot but I'm no one to be
afraid of, not to you."
Her eyes almost hooded, she let herself stay in his hand for a few
moments, enjoying the touch on her skin. "If you want this, then kiss
me," she whispered. "If you can be more than just friends, then kiss
me. If not, then let's go back to lunch and pretend we didn't feel it."
"I can be more than friends," he murmured, leaning to kiss her very
gently. "I'm not going anywhere and you can be damned sure that, come
what may, I will not lay a hand on you. That I'd swear on Mjolnir itself."
She pressed her lips to his, her eyes drifting closed as she settled her
hands on his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs in slow circles. "We can go
slowly... We can make it right the first time. No hurting each other.
Okay?"
"Very okay," he said, touching his forehead to hers. "Put me in my
place if I need putting, Samantha. You said it right the other day: I
am an arrogant man. I know that but not too many people can make me
behave. Don't let me be an idiot."
"I won't" she murmured, sliding her arms down so she had them draped
around his neck. "It's been a while since I even thought of wanting
someone. I spent most of that time working out how to be strong. I'm
not giving that up."
Od's Blood how long had it been since there was a female presence
sitting so close to him that he knew would stay? His arms settled
around her and he almost laughed to see how small she was compared to
him. He knew how deceptive that size could be. Better still, he
realized, how long since he'd wanted the woman to stay? Maria, he knew,
would be very happy about this. "Then be strong," he told her, simply
enjoying the feel of her in his embrace. "It's part of what makes you
who you are."
"Trust me, I'll never change that," she said softly. His arms were so
wide and so strong, she felt like a china doll held by a giant.
"It's been a very long time since I've felt this way, Samantha. You've
sparked something alive now," he told her, simply inhaling the scent of
her hair. "There's living and there's being alive, you know. Now I'm
alive again."
She touched her lips to his lightly, smiling as she kissed him. "We
should probably think about this," she whispered before kissing him and
realising that she didn't want to think about anything ever again.
"Probably but I don't want to," he smiled against her lips. "Though I
somehow doubt the owners of this place are too happy right about now."
"Why's that?" she murmured as she kissed him again, pressing a little
closer so she could feel his body as close to hers as she could.
"Because," he murmured in her ear, the bright auburn whiskers of his
beard brushing its curve, "you are seriously making me want to do
something that isn't for public consumption, Samantha."
"Then maybe we should go find somewhere more private," she purred,
kissing his cheek softly before sitting back and grinning widely.
"Let's get out of here," he said with a matching grin. "I promise next
time I'll be much more of a gentleman in public but now...oh, you have
no idea how beautiful you are, Samantha, how very attractive."
Sam grabbed Magni's hand and tugged him after her, heading for the
door. Just as they rose from their seat, the waiter approached, his
eyebrows raised. "Ma'am?"
"Put together two clam chowders and have them sent over to my apartment
in the Baxter Building, would you?" she said, already half out the
door. "Thank you!" Then they were out and she stopped, kissing Magni
firmly.
He allowed himself to be tugged along, completely ignoring the stares,
some disapproving and some not, from other patrons. The spiteful part
of him might have been tempted to stare back at them but he was too
preoccupied. He managed a soft groan as Sam kissed him. "Sure your
parents won't mind?"
"I'm 27, they know you, they know where to find you if you hurt me, it's
fine," Sam murmured, almost walking backwards as she pulled him faster
toward the towering building that dominated the street.
"I won't hurt you," he said again. "I want to hurt whoever did cause
you harm. Maybe turn them into flies then smack them."
"It's all done now," she whispered, the doors to the tower whooshing
open for her. She didn't even notice her secretary and the receptionist
gaping at them as she pulled Magni in the elevator and kissed him
passionately. Her hands pushed up his chest, rubbing over his well
defined muscles.
He held her to him as her hands roamed, head tilted backward as he
simply enjoyed the touch. Her breasts rubbed against him and his own
hands could appreciate the build of a strong and deceptively small
woman. "Gods, woman..." he groaned before kissing her firmly.
"Magni..." she murmured, already letting her hands drift down to his
waist and lower to brush over firm buttocks. "This feels too good.."
"Never too good for you," he said a bit breathlessly. "I'm having a
trouble controlling myself. Don't believe the old myths that northern
men are cold."
"You look hot to me," she teased. Her fingers found his belt then slid
up under his shirt to rub over his warm skin. "Don't control yourself,
Magni. I want this. I want you."
"Then get me the hell out of this elevator," he growled even as large
hands stroked down her body, his own breath shuddering at her touch.
The ping of the doors opening answered his plea and they toppled out.
Everywhere he touched her she was on fire and she couldn't get closer to
him if she tried. "Done..." she groaned, her hands digging into his back.
He pressed his mouth firmly to hers, bending to reach her before simply
lifting her by the waist then holding her to him. His hand twined
through her hair even as the other held her, not quite crushing her to him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms gripping him as tightly
as she could. If he'd been any other man, she'd have mashed him to a
pulp, but there was no need to hold back with him, no need to pretend
she wasn't as strong as she was.
His mouth traveled from hers to her face and jaw then down her neck, the
gentleness in them completely at odds with his strength. "You smell
good, Samantha," he whispered. He nipped gently at her ear lobe.
"Taste good too."
Her breath really did catch this time as he kissed her. He felt so
soft, yet he held her so tightly as she began to strip his shirt over
his head. "Feels good too... don't hold back from me, Magni..."
Without a word, he set her on her feet, reluctant, even for a moment, to
lose that heated contact. Stepping over his own shirt, dropped
forgotten to the floor, he simply knelt in front of her then allowed his
hands to rise the length of her body slowly, strong fingers caressing
each inch and curve. As they passed over the curve of her ass, he was
sure his heart would pound out of his chest. It felt as good as it
looked. Then those same hands met her waist line and its fingers pushed
under the fabric of her top, careful not to tear even in his passion,
pulling it off in one move. "Samantha..."he breathed with almost every
hungry kiss he planted on her belly, traveling upward.
His beard tickled but felt so good, she was sure it was driving her
mad. She knotted her fingers in his hair as he moved up her body,
groaning with each new sensation. Not only was he stunning to
appreciate but he was wonderfully gentle with his touch. "God...
Magni... don't stop..."
"I don't want to," he murmured as he finally straightened up. Still
kneeling, he reached to undo her bra, lightning sparking in his eyes as
it fell away. His hands reached to cup each one and squeezed gently.
Without a word, he suddenly swept her off her feet and into his arms
before standing up straight. "Where," he asked, punctuating each word
with his tongue flicking each nipple, " is your bedroom?"
"Second..." she gasped, "door..." She kissed the crown of his head, her
legs hooked around his body as her hands massaged over his shoulders and
back.
Long strides carried him into the room quickly. The back of his mind
noted how very like her personality it was but the rest of him was
concerned with her. She was touching him as if...He set them on the bed
carefully, not breaking any contact as he lay next to her. Those strong
hands stroked down her sides, slowly sliding down her trousers and
panties as they moved. By then, he was almost trembling with restrained
fire and, when he reached to remove her shoes, his touch was less
restrained. "I hate footwear sometimes," he muttered as he dropped the
offending items to the floor before slowly sliding off her clothing.
"It's necessary," she smirked, her eyes hungrily drinking him in as she
was stripped. Laying back, she just watched him, her arms above her
head where her long auburn hair fanned out in a halo. "This is hardly
fair, you get to see all of me, but you're still half dressed."
"Boots," he grumbled as he dropped first one and then the other of his
own, " get in the way sometimes." His breath caught as he stood up.
"You are magnificent, Samantha....beautiful."
"I know," she teased. Lifting one hand, she crooked a finger at him,
her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised. "Come here."
His own hair fell forward as he planted a hand on either side of her.
leaning to look in her eyes. "Yes, my princess?" he asked, a lazy smile
on his face.
Her eyes traveled up his well toned broad body, drinking it all in,
until she met his eyes and grinned appreciatively. "What do you want to
do now?" she teased.
"What I want," he said as he leaned even closer, "is to make love to you
until your neighbors complain or til one or both of us passes out. And
here I am, still half dressed. What a shame."
"Then making love is going to be hard," she grinned, still lying back,
not touching him, but not covering herself either. A part of her wanted
to drive him mad wanting her, the other just loved the idea of him
wanting her.
"That it is," he agreed. She was teasing him, he knew that, and it was
inflaming him all the more. No fear in her, not if she could tease him
so. He lifted one hand, still leaning on the other to hold himself up,
and allowed his fingers to trail down her belly ever so slowly. "It
would be a terrible thing, wouldn't it, if nobody did anything about
it?" he asked as the fingers brushed the tops of her thighs.
"Mmm..." she shifted slightly, rubbing herself against his hand, opening
her legs just a little. "Yes... a tragedy..." She bit her lip as she
forced herself to stay still, despite the growing urge to pull away his
clothes. She wanted to savour this completely.
"Damned crying shame," he said with a barely controlled shudder in his
breath. His fingers brushed the soft skin on the inside of her thighs
then stroked slowly upward until they brushed the warm dampness between
her legs. It took every bit of his self control to touch her there
slowly, allowing two fingers to caress each fold gently before he
slipped them inside her. "A terrible, terrible thing."
She gasped out again, her hips rising to meet the movements of his hand,
her fingers clenching down on the bed sheets. Her eyes closed tightly
as she slowly writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short bursts and
sighs. "Yes... terrible..."
He moved his fingers, slowly at first but then at a faster pace as his
thumb rubbed at her clit. "Terrible indeed," he said before he kissed
her deeply.
She clamped her hands down in his hair, gripping hard as she kissed him,
her tongue dancing against his. Her legs twitched and a groan escaped
her lips.
There was only so much he could take. He wanted her and very badly.
"Either you get me undressed or I will, Samantha," he said, his voice
almost a growl that rumbled from deep in his belly. "I don't think I
can take much more of this."
Leaning forward, she bit his ear as her hands found his belt and started
to pull his trousers away. "Patience, Magni," she teased, yanking his
pants down his hips, her hand finding his hot hardness and massaging it
playfully.
"Not one of my strong points," he said, his voice barely controlled.
Even then her touch made him groan loudly. "Gods, woman, you are magic..."
"Then why are you holding back," she purred into his ear before biting
down on it hard.
He hissed at the pleasure and pain that evoked then straightened up
enough to step the rest of the way out of his pants. He could feel his
length throbbing with wanting her but Magni was no beast. He was not
about to madly sink into her with no thought for her needs. Reclining
next to her, he licked the line of her jaw. "Tell me what you want,
Samantha," he said raggedly, pressing against her even as one hand
lightly pinched a nipple. He pressed against her, his hardness pulsing
against her thigh. "Tell me what my lady desires."
"You..." she purred softly, rolling onto her side and hooking one leg
over his, pressing herself to him. She kissed him hard, nipping at his
lips with her teeth.
Gently but firmly, his knee moved her legs apart and he slid his length
into her, groaning with relief at how good she felt. Kissing her still,
he moved slowly, glorying at how well she fit him.
She let out a groan against his lips, her tongue flicking enticingly
against his. Her hips ground up against his, her arms pulling him down,
fingers running up and down his spine.
"Samantha," he groaned as he moved slowly. "Oh you feel so good,
Samantha. This is so very right."
"It's perfect," she sighed out as she writhed against him, his movements
slowly but surely bringing her closer to her edge.
She was entirely perfect, he told himself as he kissed her, a kiss hard
enough to bruise any other woman. As his tongue flicked along hers, he
pushed into her, shuddering as he tried to maintain control. "Perfect,"
he said raggedly. "You could be a goddess."
"Only to you," she murmured. She could feel his tongue sliding against
hers and she sucked it into her mouth as she clamped her legs hard
around him, riding him as she rode her passion.
Her touch went straight to that part of his brain that made him want
more, that made him want all of her. With a wordless growling groan, he
increased the depth of his thrusts, wanting to be as close to her as he
could. This was a god and his goddess. He knew it and it felt so
damned good.
Her body convulsed, writhing as she screamed out in pleasure, he brought
her to climax and her whole body filled with a golden burst. Even in
that moment as she opened her mouth to say she loved him, she held back,
letting it turn to a mumbled groan.
Never, if ever, had it been so perfect that the climax of the woman he
was with was in time with his own. This time, it was even stronger
since he knew he wouldn't hurt her as he filled her with a groaning
shout. "Samantha...goddess mine..."
She lay panting beneath him, her sweat-soaked skin clinging to his as
she gripped him. Her head was so full of trust, her heart and body so
filled with warmth, that she didn't want to move ever again. "Magni,"
she murmured, stroking his back. "That was amazing."
"Beyond words," he said with a soft hmmh as he nuzzled her cheek,
tickling with his beard. "You're beyond anyone I've ever met, I swear
on my grandmother's name I'll never hurt you."
"Don't do that," she sighed as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
"Don't promise things you can't guarantee." She stared at him for a
while, as she cuddled him. "Am I really beyond anyone? Even Rosie?"
"I'll promise if I mean it and I do," he said with all due sobriety.
His fingers were surprisingly delicate as he traced the outline of her
mouth. "Even beyond her. I still want her to forgive me for being an
idiot but I don't want her. I want you."
"And if she asked you to come back, if she came here and told you she'd
left Nat, she was yours?" Sam asked so softly it was barely above a whisper.
It didn't even take a second for him to shake his head. "No, absolutely
not. She's no more the same Rosie I knew than I am the arrogant
princeling I was. It took me a long time to realize that but realize it
I have. The only thing I might want out of the past is for my father
and the others to not be gone." He hmmphed softly, his hands stroking
her hair. "Other than that...I've got what I need."
She snuggled down, her head finding the crook of his shoulder, her eyes
half-closed. "I used to crave someone's touch, he's in New Zealand
still, but for years after I've craved him." She glanced up and met his
beautiful eyes as she smiled. "I don't any more. I've got what I need
too."
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