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[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.
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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Date: 2011-09-04 11:31 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-09-05 12:25 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:59 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-05 05:50 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-05 06:36 am (UTC)"How 'bout you? You seemed gone there for a moment."
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:01 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:19 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:54 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-06 03:09 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-06 05:03 am (UTC)Eventually she slowed, finally stilling, lips against his and a light touch running over his chest. "Still with me?"
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Date: 2011-09-06 05:48 am (UTC)"I... think I'm back from wherever you sent me," he said with a laugh, gasping a bit for breath.
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Date: 2011-09-06 06:45 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-07 12:43 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-09-07 04:26 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2011-09-07 05:00 am (UTC)"It was absolutely amazing."
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Date: 2011-09-07 05:22 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-09-07 05:55 am (UTC)"If you roll over," he murmured, "I give excellent backrubs."
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Date: 2011-09-07 06:05 am (UTC)But she rolled over eagerly enough, laying on her stomach, curious to see how good was good. It was the one thing Xavier's never had and always needed (aside from a consistent and flexible medical staff), a professional masseuse. Because, seriously, how many fewer fistfights would they have with each other if they could come home to a nice massage?
And if he really was good, would Rachel really let him go? The idea of regular... backrubs was almost more enticing than, well, the other.
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Date: 2011-09-07 06:10 pm (UTC)He was more than happy to do it, Rachel looked like she would appreciate it and he got to keep touching her, which was especially nice. It worked out well for both of them.
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Date: 2011-09-08 01:13 am (UTC)"Definitely not complaining."
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Date: 2011-09-08 04:21 am (UTC)"Good, I'd hate to have to stop," he said, moving his hands lower. He could imagine she'd be sore tomorrow, no matter how athletic she was he doubted she was used to working the muscles she had in quite the way she had.
"And if you fall asleep, I reserve the right to crash right next to you."
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