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- 1-Nightmares
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I wrote this in all of 2 hours. It's not my best work. Someday I may edit it and make it better but for now this is it. Sorry guys.
Dr. Jennifer Salis M.E. was not looking for trouble. She was looking for a cause of death. And when she was through looking for that, she was going to be looking for a nice hot shower and her own warm bed. She glanced up at the clock. It was well after midnight. She'd hoped to be home by now. She'd hoped to go home around ten, possibly get some Chinese food along the way, maybe, just maybe have some company while she ate it... Not that she could guarantee that. She couldn't guarantee that regardless of what time she went home.
Her eyes lingered on the clock for a moment, then on the phone resting on her desk. Her hands left the gunshot victim and for just a moment, she considered calling. He probably wouldn't be there. And he wouldn't answer her phone if he was. But just in case... if only to apologize for not being there...
She sighed and her eyes and hands returned to the task at hand. She had work to do. Once she was done with this body, she could write up her report, and be gone. Then she'd deal with how much she missed him. And she did miss him. It had been several days already since she'd seen him, and they seemed to last forever. She wished for a phone number, or a way to contact him... but there was nothing. Only her prayers that he'd come back for her, just because he said he would.
And yes, he'd been true to his word. For more than 6 months, he'd been true to his word. Ever since that night, when her ex-boyfriend had tried to kill her, and her whole life was thrown into a blender. Trail was a neverending process. And it hurt more with every passing day. But Leo was there, when she needed him. If he hadn't been there... well... she wouldn't still be alive.
But the nights were getting longer, colder. Her fantasies were running away with her. She'd never meant to fall in love with her rescuer but she wasn't surprised that she had. And being unable to see him, unable to look upon the reality that kept her grounded in the fact that he was only a friend, made things doubly hard.
She finished at the table, cleaned up, and walked to her desk. Pen in hand, she eyed the phone again. Finally, she relented, picking it up and dailing her own number. "Hi, this is Jen. Leave a message after the beep..." She traced idle little designs on a loose sheet of paper as she let the answering machine run its course.
"Leo? Are you there?" She waited a moment. "If you're there... can you pick up the phone. I mean, not that I think you would be there, but um..." She hesitated again. "... it was worth a shot?" Another pause, and she sighed. "Okay, I guess not. I just thought I..."
The phone picked up. Her heart jumped into her throat, a smile instantly on her face. "Leo!"
Nothing. No... there was something. Breathing. Her smile fell. "Leo? Is that you?" She hesitated, waiting for an answer, and laughed nervously. "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Is this Jenny?"
The voice was dark, straight out of a horror movie. Her blood ran cold in an instant. Instinctively, she wanted to slam down the phone. But she caught herself. This psycho was in her house, after all. He was answering her home phone. Working with police detectives on homicide cases day in and day out had taught her a few things.
"Who is this?" she demanded shakily, pen at the ready to take down any clues he might offer.
"Why Jenny... you don't remember me..."
She swallowed hard. No. She didn't remember him. She wasn't sure she wanted to. "Should I remember you?" she forced herself to reply.
He laughed darkly. Her eyes darted around the room. She suddenly felt much more alone. "Oh pet... it's been too long."
She tensed, sitting ramrod straight, eyes widening. "Alex?" The name came out as a choked whisper. His voice was different... but he was the only one in her entire life who'd ever called her that. He was the only one who'd dared to.
"I see from your apartment that you've been keeping yourself busy." She didn't breathe. Her hand was shaking, and she pressed it down hard to the desktop. "Who's this 'Leo' you mentioned?"
"What do you want?" she struggled.
"I've been keeping busy too... I've been to college, pet. A technical school actually. I've learned all about... telecommunications."
His voice, the way he spaced his words, the dark tones he used, they all reminded her of the character of Hannibal Lecter. She bargrasgrasped the content of what he was saying. "Am I... supposed to be impressed?"
"I've learned some very... interesting things," he continued calmly. She jumped as she heard the door to the morgue open and was out of her seat in an instant. The only people who walked in and out of here at this time of night were the police. "Such as... how to do fun things with cell phones..."
Her eyes were locked on the doors, waiting, knowing she wasn't alone anymore. Just a few more seconds and everything would be fine. They'd send police over to her apartment and they'd arrest his ass... and he'd go right back to jail where he belonged...
The doors swung open. Her eyes widened, fingers unclenched, and the phone clattered noisily on the desk. The intruder's eyes seemed to glow red as he advanced on her. h ash as... how to intercept calls..."
She screamed, and he dropped the phone he held, letting it shatter on the floor. He was on her in an instant, her back against the wall, hand pressed hard to her throat. He growled. His dark, evil, inhuman eyes burned into her as he smiled, baring his teeth...
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She screamed, bolting upright. The figure she'd been sprawling on jumped in surprise, hands immediately dropping to the floor beside the sofa, where his weapons had been laid out. Her eyes were wide with terror, her body shaking, but there was no threat. Not from the outside, anyway. Very slowly, his hands left the swords and reached towards her. "Jen...?"
She jumped, scrambling away, her body shaking. He left his hand extended, and turned it palm up, eyes fixed on her. She'd had another nightmare. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're alright. It was just a dream."
Her eyes darted around the room. Her living room. Her TV, with the volume down low. Her couch that she'd not meant to fall asleep on. Her grandfather clock in the corner that read almost two. And then there was Leonardo. He was not hers, but he was here. And still offering his hand. Very hesitantly, he took it, and pulled her close, back up into his lap.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her body still trembling as his arms circled her in a protective hug. "It's alright..."
"I hate him," she sobbed. "Oh, God, I hate him. I hate being so powerless against him."
"Shh..." he whispered, hands running up and down her side.
"He says so many things. He still says so many things..."
He rested his head against hers, hugging her tight. "Like what?"
"Like... just..." She sobbed, never finished. "I never wanted that, Leo. I never ever wanted him I just wanted to be loved. I was so confused and no one's ever cared about me like that. And I thought he loved me..."
Leo frowned. "Jen... he beat you. That's not love. It never was."
"But I have to believe it was. Because it's the only thing I've ever had..."
He considered that for a moment, and debated the logic. One minute she hated him, the next she thought he loved her. She was confused, spouting emotion, and he didn't mind. She probably needed to. "You've got me," he whispered against her hair.
She stilled gradually, never answering him. Finally, she shook her head. "I don't have you, Leo," she sighed, her voice barely audible.
"Why not?" he challenged.
"Because you've never offered."
He tensed just slightly. He hadn't been expecting that. He'd had a few different ideas on how she might respond, but that hadn't been one of them. For the moment, he wasn't sure what to say to her. Finally, he found his voice again. "Well... you've never asked either..." he managed.
She looked up, brushing her eyes and meeting his stare. "How can I ask for something that's not been offered?"
"How can I offer something if I don't know you want it?"
She blinked, not sure how to answer that. He shifted underneath her, pushing her away a little so he could look at her straight on. "Do you know why I'm here, Jen?" he questioned.
She shook her head mutely. A few minutes ago, she might have been able to answer that. But at the moment, she was dumbfounded. He sighed. "I'm not here because it happened to be where I ended up tonight. And I'm not here because I have no other place to go." He reached toward her, brushing his fingers over the side of her face. "I'm here because I want to be, Jennifer," he whispered. "Because I love you. And you know that."
She lowered her head, eyes closing, nodding slightly. She did know that. He'd said it, and she knew he meant it. But he'd meant it as a friend. And he still seemed so... uncomfortable sometimes. Not really now, but there were times, lots of them, when he looked ready to bolt. She looked up again, meeting his eyes. "I know."
Very slowly, his hand slid back into her hair and he pulled her close, letting his lips just barely brush hers for a moment before opening to kiss her. Her eyes slid closed as his tongue tracing lightly along hers. She might have been shocked... but she wasn't. Somehow, it felt so right that she didn't give her surprise a second thought. He was kissing her. And she was enjoying it.
He pulled back slowly, eyes opening to meet hers. His hand moved to her cheek again and he brushed aside the stray tears that were still falling. He didn't speak, giving himself a moment to sift through a half dozen emotions that were hitting him all at once. Love, fear, uncertainty, sadness, a burning desire to protect and shelter her. His finger traced lightly along her jaw, down to her chin and up over her lips. He watched her eyes carefully as he circled them. "I love you."
She felt a new wave of tears sting the backs of her eyes, though for a totally different reason than before. Her voice caught in her throat, and her words died on her lips. She only mouthed them, watching his expression carefully. I love you, too...
"I want you to be happy," he breathed, stroking her face gently. "Not to keep torturing yourself with the past."
She swallowed hard, and blinked back her tears. "I need you," she managed, her voice cracking. "I don't know... anything else... that would make me near as happy as if you would stay with me tonight."
He considered that. Long and hard, he considered that. His last relationship hadn't ended so well. Hers was worse, and that was probably part of the reason why he hesitated. He didn't want to regret this. He didn't want to hurt her. "Please," she whispered. "Please trust me. Please... trust yourself."
He pondered that as she leaned close and kissed him again. For once in his life, he forgot to worry, and simply took in her words, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressed against his. This was going fast, and he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was asking for trouble in letting it go this fast. But he didn't care. It felt... good.
His mind was on overload with the sensations of her: her touch, her smell, her warmth. She deepened the kiss, her tongue gently working into his mouth, and he opened to her, hands slowly raising to her hair. She felt her desire grow, not even sure where it had come from as his hands moved into her hair, stroking it and holding her close. She kissed him again and again, hungry for more of this comforting pleasure that was overtaking her, and she prayed he wouldn't push her away.
He stopped. She pulled away slowly, and raised her eyes to his, afraid of what she would find there. But he was unreadable as he watched her, completely silent for a moment. "Are you sure?" he finally asked.
She felt something inside of her ignite and the flames spread to every cornerher her body. "Yes," she nodded, perhaps a little more eagerly than she would've thought appropriate.
The unreadable look was gone in an instant. Lust and love flooded his eyes. She suddenly realized just how helpless she was as his desire overtook him, like a demon released. His mouth covered hers, desperately kissing her, devouring her self control. She met him halfway, and he couldn't help but be surprised. He'd never realized how sensual she could be, how much his senses stood at attention when she was close. Or maybe they never had been on such high alert. But now her every touch was like fire on his body.
He felt her hands on his sides, stroking the fragile, sensitive skin there. He moaned quietly, and let her move down, kisses trailing over her neck and shoulder. Her tongue dipped under the top lip of his plastron, probing at the sensitive spot there. His head swam with pleasure. It had taken her less than ten seconds to find two very effective erogenous zones...
One of his hands tangled in her hair, while the other wrapped around her shoulders, holding her tightly to him. Her hands were everywhere: up and down his sides, his plastron, his thighs, his arms. But eventually, she needed air. And it was then that he pushed her back, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her down the hallway. He'd waited too long for this to settle for making love to her on the living room floor.
She caught his mouth in a playful kiss as he approached the door to the bedroom and it took a force of will for him not to take her right there in the hallway. "Please..." he whispered, his mouth and emotions working faster than his brain.
"Please what?" she asked with a naughty giggle, her eyes dark and shining.
He opened the door. He set her down on the bed. He undressed her. His hands moved with a forceful determination, still gentle but at the same time very methodic. She smiled, eyes closed, clearly enjoying every moment of it as she spread out on the mattress. For a moment, all Leo could do was stare. She was more beautiful than he had dared to dream. He stripped his pads, laid his mask on the nightstand, and lay down beside her, his hand moving slowly down the front of her body.
He'd never felt satin sheets before. He stretched out, enjoying the feeling of cool, slippery fabric on his skin. But his eyes never left her. They couldn't. She opened her eyes to see him. It made her insides flip-flop to see the burning desire in his eyes. The way he eyed her like prey and yet... she didn't feel the least bit threatened. His kiss reassured her of everything she needed to know: deep and full of love; tender and passionate at the same time.
His rough, callused hands slid over her body, stopping at her breasts. He squeezed and pinched her nipples gently, eliciting a moan from deep in her chest. Her breasts were warm, almost hot to touch. He lowered his head, kissing and sucking her nipples with abandon. Nothing had tasted so delicious in his life. He smelled her scent, felt her hands against the back of his head, felt his shaft press up hard against the inside of his shell, and slowly ran his hand downward.
She gave a soft yelp as she felt his fingers brush over her sex. It turned into a whimper as his thick finger began stroking her lips and folds. She opened herself to give him er aer access, legs spreading wide across the mess of blankets on the unmade bed. She didn't think she'd ever felt anything more pleasurable than his fingers. She wanted, needed more. Without even realizing it, she was pushing him down, away from her breasts and toward the center of her aching need.
Now it was his turn to smile as he obeyed her unspoken commands. He knew he could tease her, but at the same time, he wasn't sure how much of that he could take. The scent of her was powerful, eliciting reactions from his body that he couldn't control or understand. It had been too long since he'd felt release. Too many months, waiting for this, waiting for her. He wanted to enjoy this... but he knew his limits.
He kissed her clitoris gently, one hand stroking up and down the inside of her thigh as the other supported his weight. He licked hard, all the way down her slit, welcoming the warm, inheritly female taste. He heard her moan, and swallowed her essence, moving back up to her clit. Thick fingers spread her lips wide, letting the cool air touch inside her body. Moist lips and tongue lashed at her clit, electrifying her. Her back arched high off the bed as she groaned.
"Leo... please..."
Very slowly, he slid his fingers deep inside of her, one at a time. He was watching for warning signs, measuring her breathing, the rhythm of her hips thrusting involuntarily up against him. Her breaths turned to pants, her muscles began to contract on their own, and he pulled away from her, raising to face her again.
She nearly screamed at the withdrawal, but he cut off any protests with his lips pressed hard against hers. She could feel the steady throb in her sex, the way it tingled all the way down to her toes. Eyes wide open, she stared up at him, pleading, her hands running down his sides to the bottom of his plastron. "Please... Let me feel you..."
He waited until her hands joined, then slowly allowed his erection to drop down, easing off the pressure against the inside of his shell. He groaned as her warm, delicate fingertips increased the throbbing ten foldd led leaned down to kiss at the side of her neck. "Please... I need you..."
There was no turning back. He knew he couldn't stop if he wanted to; and he did not want to. He slid over her, supporting his weight but still pressing down, holding her to the mattress. Her legs parted wide, hips raising toward him. The bottom of his shell touched her clit and she gasped, desperately trying to grind into him again.
Slowly he entered her. Male and female, they joined. He pressed in deeply, moving in long, smooth strokes. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. A low, uncontrollable chur rattled in the back of his throat, answering her deep moans.
She could feel the waves of pleasure long before they crested. Her eyes slid closed, and she held her breath, letting them sweep all the way through her before finally crashing down hard on her sex. She gasped air, writhing, gripping him harder as she arched her head back and screamed his name. It was more than he needed. He'd never seen, heard, or felt anything so beautiful or exciting before. Standing at the edge of his own release, he watched her. Wave after wave overtook her body, leaving her spent and dazed. He kissed her deeply and found pleasure there unlike anything he had ever tasted before. In it he could taste her love for him, and it was immensely satisfying.
He released, pounding into her as ge as as he could manage, holding her tightly to him. Over and over again, even after he felt her fall limp in his arms. Finally, he had nothing more to give her. He collapsed, bracing himself over her as he gasped air, lips pressed against the crevace of her shoulder. "I love you," he breathed.
"Stay with me..."
"Mmm..." He rolled to his side, pulling out of her and collapsing, the last of his strength giving out. His arm circled her, and he pulled her in close, kissing her forehead. "Sleep..."
She smiled, turning to face him and tucking her head under his chin. Her leg slipped over his, rubbing his calf gently and finally coming to a stop as she slipped away into a quiet, dreamless sleep.
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