by Gina Lin
There was a quiet knock at the door to Wufei's room.
He'd been half-afraid she wouldn't come, but there she was, standing there. Sally wet her lips nervously.
"Why do I feel like I'm sneaking around?" she whispered, as he gently pulled her inside the door and locked it.
"Because we're sneaking around?" Wufei replied wryly.
She laughed softly breaking some of the nervous tension that hung between them.
"Oh, yeah, right," she said.
"I was afraid you'd changed your mind," he said, embracing her tightly, then releasing her a little.
"I almost did," she confessed. "I'm a little nervous."
"Any time you wish, I'll stop," he said reassuringly. "But, we both know that there will be a point where that is impossible."
She nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know."
Deciding to take the initiative, she leaned forward and kissed him, tentatively exploring the contours of his mouth.
Walking backwards a few steps, he guided them to sit on the bed.
"Do you want this?" he asked her huskily, taking her face in his hands and kissing her on both corners of her mouth.
She responded by pulling him down and allowing him to delve into the warmth of her mouth.
"Quit asking me that," she after she broke away from the kiss.
"All right," he agreed, smiling down at her. He ran his hand down the side of her neck. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
"I want to do something," she said. She reached up and pulled the tie from his long tail of raven hair, which then cascaded over his shoulders and into his face.
"Hey," he exclaimed softly, chuckling a bit, brushing a piece of errant hair from in front of his face. She threaded fingers through it, enjoying the feel of the smooth texture.
"Oh, my God," she breathed. "Do you have any idea of how sexy you are?"
"My turn," he said, reaching for the ties at the end of her two long braids.
He pulled them loose and pulled out the long honey-colored braids and rubbed the strands across his lips.
"So lovely," he said.
She ran her hands along the bottom of his tank top, pulling it upward to skim her fingers along his back. He involuntarily moaned a little, closing his eyes at the light touch.
He shifted his weight to allow her to finish removing it.
She touched the scar on his shoulder, a concerned look briefly fleeting across her features.
"We'll have to be careful," she whispered. "Don't want to cause you any pain."
He rolled over onto his back. "You'll have to be on top," he said quietly, lowering his eyes.
She almost laughed, he looked so shy for a moment, and she was surprised he didn't blush.
She leaned over and placed a kiss on his collarbone. "I can't believe how shy you are sometimes."
He looked up, scowling a bit. "If I were shy, I wouldn't be doing this," he said roughly, taking her by the shoulders and kissing her urgently on the mouth.
She melted into the kiss, giving herself over to the overwhelming sensations that were beginning to burn through her insides.
She pushed herself off of his chest and eyes locked, reached down and removed her spandex tank, baring herself to his eyes.
His eyes widened pleasurably. "My God," he said, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her down again for another tongue sparring kiss.
She guided one hand to her bare breast. "Touch me," she moaned and he experimentally ran one callused thumb around the nipple.
"More," she gasped.
He reached up with the other hand and obliged.
She slid her leg across him, straddling his hips.
He arched his back, and she felt his arousal pushing insistently against her thigh.
"These need to be off," she whispered, running her fingertips around the waistband of his silky pants.
Obediently, he lifted his hips and allowed her to slide off the rest of his clothing.
A sudden clench of shyness overtook her, and she averted her eyes.
She heard him laugh gently. "Now who's being shy?" he teased in a low voice.
She swallowed. "Maybe it'll help if I get undressed too," she whispered.
"Oh, please," he said softly. "Allow me." He sat up as she knelt beside him on the bed and he slid off her nylon exercise pants, leaving behind a red pair of bikini panties.
"Red?" he asked, raising a lecherous eyebrow at her.
"I like red," she said reaching out and brushing her hand across his lips. He caught a fingertip with his teeth and bit down lightly. She sighed.
"I like red too," he said, reaching up and running his finger lightly around the edge of the fragile undergarment.
His eyes burned, looking at her body and she knew then that it was foolish to hold back any longer.
"Take them off," she said, her voice sounding harsh in her ears.
He slid the red panties down around her knees, hissing in appreciation of what now lay exposed to his sight.
"Need you now," he said tightly, and pulled her down to straddle his hips again. She gasped as his urgent arousal pushed against her.
"Wait!" she gasped, reaching behind her for her discarded pants.
"We need protection," she said huskily. "In my pants pocket."
Her hands were shaking a bit as she removed the small foil packets.
He looked inquiringly at her, and she laughed breathily.
"We use them on the ultra sound wand[1], didn't you notice?" she explained, tearing open the small package.
He shook his head, silently. "I should have thought…" he began.
"Sh," she said.
Deftly taking care of that detail, she gently bent over to place a kiss on his lips.
"Now," she said with quiet urgency.
He gazed up at her. "I want this to be good for you."
"If it gets any better, I'll die," she whispered.
He ran his hand down carefully to the moist seam between her legs and found the small nub there, pleasuring her with his touch over and over again.
She threw back her head, convulsing around his fingers. "Oh, yes, god, please, oh god," she gasped in a litany.
"Yes," he hissed, as she opened her core to accept him with slow slide of hardened flesh.
He realized that he wasn't going to last long, not with the slow foreplay and the passion of her response goading him.
"So good, so sweet, Sally," he groaned, thrusting hard up against her. "Been so long."
"Yes," she ground out between her teeth, rocking with him, arching her back. "So good."
Then it was over, one last desperate convulsion as they found release together. She bent over him, gasping, listening to the hammering of her heart and collapsed against his chest. His rapid heartbeat echoed the rhythm of hers.
He reached up and smoothed back the hair that had fallen over her face, and pulled her up for one last lingering kiss.
"I'm glad I didn't run away," she said, finally, her breathing growing quiet.
She slid off of him and rested her head on his chest, still taking comfort from the sure and steady heartbeat she heard there.
"I am too," he said, closing his eyes.
[1] Common practice to used a condom to cover the wand on an ultra sound, for hygienic reasons. They're already sanitary, the right shape, and can be easily discarded afterwards.