starchilde_lost | we walked in the garden, we planted a tree [Aidan]

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we walked in the garden, we planted a tree [Aidan]

[August 30th, 2011]

She'd been spending a lot of time at the waterfall lately. The rave was over, but Rachel could still feel the tremble of the bass under her skin. The hangover was past, but she could still feel the pain of guilt and confusion. She had just wanted to have some fun, let loose for a night and now she was starting to think that she'd ruined one of her closest friendships here on the island.

Not to mention opened herself up to an entirely new avenue of sexuality she'd never considered before.

But at the heart, she thought the sexuality thing wasn't even the important part. Well it was important, but she knew eventually it would take care of itself. She'd just never thought of it before, was all and was trying not to think about it now. The really important part was that she was pretty sure her best friend would never speak to her again and that hurt Rachel more than she wanted to admit. So Gabrielle maybe had a little crush on her? So had Alistaire Stuart, and they'd managed to stay friends, but lately Gabby wasn't even talking to her and that made things worse. She couldn't repair, or work on, or even talk about their friendship if Gabby wouldn't even see her.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, Rachel wondered if things really had been simpler back home. Kill Gabriel. Kill the bastards that had killed her family. Sleep with Korvus, who loved her and she... she loved him. At least she was pretty sure she did. The longer she was here, the more she started to doubt that. And did that mean she'd taken advantage of him? Had she taken advantage of Gabby? She didn't want to think that she had. she didn't want to admit that her loneliness combined with the alcohol and drugs and... she'd just gone too far.

But if she couldn't talk to Gabby... she couldn't work it out. God, was there anything Rachel could do right? She looked down at the rolling water and debated with herself before deciding that ultimately, she couldn't make a decision today. If Gabby wouldn't talk to her, she couldn't make amends. And she wasn't home so she couldn't sort things out with Korvus. All she had was today and a deep pool of water just begging to be dove into. Which is what she did, diving with almost perfect accuracy to the center of the pool, trusting that it was deep enough for the dive.

It was, but as Rachel surfaced she realized that diving from such heights had it's disadvantages. Like stripping the tops of bikinis off one's body. Looking around, Rachel tried to see where her top had gone, or if she was going to end up rushing home with her hands as her only modesty.

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"God, yes, Aidan..." That was good, that was perfect, sinking deep inside her and exciting her entire body. She held that motion, repeating it with as much strength as she could manage. It was hot and wet and she was letting it carry her away, the exquisite pressure inside her starting to rise again.

She held onto his arms for balance, bending to that touch and running her hands down his arm. She bit her lip against the moans that wanted to escape, wanting to hold on just a little longer before she lost it completely.

Aidan's hands massaged her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples before pinching them as she ground down on him. He could feel her growing more excited in her movements, in how her breathing sped up and her body started to take her away. He wanted her to get to that point, where she just lost it all and stopped thinking and just felt and just did.

"More," he moaned, tinging his voice just slightly with need. Aidan did need her, wanted more of her. His pleasure was building but it wasn't enough, not nearly, not with all he knew she was capable of.

Rachel gasped when he pinched her, fingers digging into his arms and looking down at him. All she could do is nod when he spoke, unable to reply with anything other than a soft moan and the grind of her hips. He wanted more? She could do that, she wanted that, to get lost again, to reduce her focus to just the feeling of their bodies against each other.

She could feel the ache in her body intensify, hips shifting faster, grinding harder against him. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her made her shudder against him, falling forward to brace herself on the bed again. "Aidan," she whispered hoarsely, unable to say anything else in her pleasure.

He continued to play with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, until she fell against him and his hands slid down to grip her ass. The way she was grinding against him was perfect, hard and wild.

"Yes, Rachel," he groaned, arching his back in pleasure. She felt so good around him, as if they were made to be together for this moment. Bucking his hips harder, a wicked grin spread across his lips as he took one hand off her ass for a brief moment before bringing it back down in a hard smack.

"Unhh, don't!" Her hand reached back, skin smarting from the smack as she pulled his hand away, threading her fingers through his and pressing the hand back against the bed. She didn't like that, the biting was one thing, spanking another. Even in her arousal, she had that much clarity.

But it did little to halt her, though, her body driving her faster and harder, seeking her own oblivion. Her eyes closed again, forehead almost pressing against Aidan's chest as she gasped and moaned from sensation of him thrusting into her, the sound of their bodies moving together. Her body started to tighten and twist, losing some of the regular rhythm for power.

Aidan stopped the instant she told him to and while she didn't lime the spanking, Aidan liked that at least she was being assertive and in control. He kept his hand against the bed while she continued to fuck him with more passion and force.

She practically weighed down against him, the specific pressure of her shifting every which way, pleasure dancing along through his body at the movements against his cock. He watched her lose more control of herself, almost as if he wasn't there, that what he felt didn't matter. Just watching the movements of her body was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

"Come," he growled, slow against he ear. "Make yourself come."

She groaned at his words, fingers tightening against his as she kept moving against him. Her breathing was ragged, gasps interspersed with moans as she continued to lose her control, pleasure taking over in the moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, like there was power in her veins again and she didn't even try and fight it anymore.

Her movements, filled with her own need, reached a pitch, thrusting against him with abandon. Finally with a buck of her hips she cried out, body tightening around him as she came, vision whiting out from the pleasure of having him, here, inside her, this crazy moment in time. All she knew was the passion she felt, the connection she had with him in this moment and for the time being... she wasn't alone.

Aidan held her close as she came, as if some of the pleasure she was feeling could seep through her and into him. He called her name over and over again, not sure if he was trying to ground her or send her higher with his words.

He kept moving under her, trying to hold back on his own orgasm as she crashed against him. It would have been impossible if he hadn't come a short while ago, the unyielding need having been satiated just a moment ago. He wanted her to keep coming, to have those waves of pleasure crash over and over again, taking full advantage of a situation he knew she wasn't likely to indulge in again soon.

Falling against him, Rachel felt her heart racing and she couldn't calm her breathing. She could still feel him, sliding in and out of her and she groaned, burying her face against his chest. She felt incredible, like she hadn't felt in months, since before she came to the island, even. And deep down she knew it was hollow, she knew it would go away when he did.

But he wasn't leaving yet, he was still real, muscles moving beneath her, the scent of him in her nose. "Aidan," she whispered, "still with me?" She wanted him to be, she didn't know what she wanted, but he was here.

"Definitely," he said with a breathy chuckle. He didn't stop moving under her, he hadn't gotten off yet but he wasn't worried about that, he was so close it would happen soon. Right now it felt too good to have her pressing so close to him. There was an odd intimacy to it and he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"How 'bout you? You seemed gone there for a moment."

"M'Good." His arms felt good around her, but Rachel pulled away after a moment. It was... a little too close, too close to being something friendly, to being something she's afraid of. She nipped at his collarbone, starting to kiss down his chest, finding one of his nipples and teasing it with her tongue. She can feel him, he didn't come and if this is escape for them both, she's not going to just leave him.

Grinding her hips back against his, she bit lightly against the tight nub. "I'm doing better already." She leaned back up, feeling the hardness inside her and rising up on it a little before sinking back down.

She was driving him crazy, mouth moving to just the right spots, doing just the right thing. His hand gripped the sheets of the bed tightly as she continued, taking his pleasure higher and higher. Right now, this is when it would have happened, this is when he would have leaned forward and sank his fangs into her neck and drank her dry. It would have felt so good, to feel that rush of life through his veins the same moment he came, the mingling of pleasures that was so addictive and tempting it was almost impossible to resist.

Instead, there's just Rachel and how she's riding his cock. The pleasure is singular, but all the more sweeter for it. She was fucking him and he was going to come and that's all there was to it and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Nn, Rachel!" he grunted as she pressed down onto him, the weight of her driving him deeply into her as he thrust up his hips to meet the motion.

Rachel had no idea the thoughts he had, the life he'd led, all she knew was that she'd stumbled over this man twice, barely knew him, but was here. She'd brought him back to her home, into her bed and she was grinding against him and she had no idea who he was. It was ridiculous, and yet she didn't want to stop. She felt his hands on her, she felt him inside her and it was all she focused on.

She rocked against him, wanting to give him the release she'd given him, wanting to have that moment with him. She arched her back, looking up at the ceiling, feeling the power she had, the pleasure she was giving him. Tomorrow it would be gone, but now it was everything.

He was close, so close, and the only reason he continued to hold back as long as he could was because of how amazing she looked riding him for all she was worth, so intent on the pleasure they were both feeling.

Her breasts and hips moved in synch with her body, bouncing and grinding in a way that was nothing short of mesmerizing. Finally, he could hold it back anymore and that wave of pleasure that had been building rushed through his body. He shouted her name, almost a roar, as his orgasm hit him, shattering his senses and leaving him almost mindless with the intensity of the pleasure.

Rachel felt a different kind of thrill at the way he called her name, the way it sounded like it was ripped from him. She continued to ride him, body rocking into his as she felt him crest, easing him through it as he had for her. She could do that for him, leaning forward to kiss him, softer than she had before, pulling him back from wherever he went.

Eventually she slowed, finally stilling, lips against his and a light touch running over his chest. "Still with me?"

Aidan kissed her back just as tenderly, the feel of her lips on his finally bringing him back to his surroundings as his orgasm died down. Even so, she felt incredible against him, body moving so sensually and slowly as he felt the last pulses of the intense bliss ebb from his body.

"I... think I'm back from wherever you sent me," he said with a laugh, gasping a bit for breath.

"Welcome back, then." She gave him another kiss, still feeling like she was floating, like she was alight with something... like she was high, really. She could feel the heat of him against her skin, the sweat under her palms as she ran them over his chest again.

With a giggle, she said the first silly and absurd thing that popped into her head. "Bring me a souvenir?" Impulse control definitely wasn't her strong point these days, in or out of bed.

"Absolutely," he said, laughing again before pulling her close for another kiss. Deeper than the previous one, he kissed her long and slow, as if he had nothing to do in the world but entirely enjoy that one kiss.

She couldn't argue, it was a pretty nice gift and she was more than content to lose herself in it. It made her smile against his lips, wrap her arms around him and melt a little in the embrace. She wanted to let the rest of the world fly away, just let it all hang so she could stay in this moment awhile longer.

Aidan hummed happily against her lips, keeping his arms wrapped around her as she rested against him. His fingers began to slowly massage along her back, kneading the muscles there to help her completely relax against him.

Of all the conflicting feelings his hands on her body gave her, the relaxation quickly won out, leaving her almost weak against him. She was definitely going to be sore in places the next day, and would no doubt spend the next week or so finding creative ways to cover the bite on her neck and possibly light bruises around her wrists, but right at this moment? Totally and absolutely worth it as she nipped at his lips before nuzzling at the hollow of his throat with a satisfied sigh.

"This is definitely coming up in therapy next week." She chuckled as she rested her head against his chest for a moment before getting up to dispose of the used condom.

"Is that... good or bad?" Sam asked, propping himself up on his side as he watched Rachel walk along the room. He wondered if the moment was completely gone and if he should go. She seemed to have enjoyed the closeness, but now that she was up and moving about he wondered if it would be best if he should go. He just didn't want her to think now that he'd slept with her, he would be out the door and forgetting her.

"Honestly?" She slid back into the bed with him, not quite ready to have him leave yet, not wanting the reality of that empty side of the bed, the empty side of the hut to come crashing down on her again. She knew it would, she could feel it creeping in already, the little voice of guilt working it's way into her consciousness.

"I don't know. I really don't." She told herself that he was getting at least as much out of this as she was. That he might have his own proverbial demons to hide from. Her hand slid over his shoulder, eyes not quite meeting his. "I don't regret this, can't, it felt too good."

"Good, because I don't regret it either," he said, hand sliding over her hip in a casual familiarity that didn't exactly exist but was nice to fake. He scooted a bit closer and nuzzled along her neck and shoulder, trailing light kisses as he did so.

"It was absolutely amazing."

"Mm-hmm." Rachel hummed at the warmth, letting him pull her close and running the hand on his shoulder up into his hair, playing with it a little as he kissed her. She told herself she wasn't cuddling, even if she knew she wouldn't mind it, even if she was beginning to think she'd like to fall asleep in his arms and wake up alone. So maybe she could pretend this was just a really erotic dream she'd had.

But she wouldn't say she wouldn't mind it again. She couldn't do that. She wasn't even remotely... there yet. Maybe it could happen again, maybe it couldn't, but she wasn't going to seek it out, she sure as hell wasn't going to ask for it.

we walked in the garden, we planted a tree [Aidan]

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