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On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

She was almost proud of herself for her victory, she'd assumed he's be harder to beat, but then again, he must not have known she'd play back.. Silly boy. She kept kissing him, softly, pulling her lips back, leaving the butterfly kisses all over his lips and sometimes on his cheek. Her hands which had removed themselves from the erection she was so delightful while playing with, now pressed against his chest. Soaking in and absorbing his warmth, feeling his heart beat erratically for her.

A sigh of relief nearly left her when she felt him press back against her. Fight her to the bed. She resisted little, instead, she found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was relatively 'fresh' in the sense she'd been without any sexual activity for such a long period of time. As they kissed ever-so passionately, Emily opened her eyes, pulling her lips away for a brief second. "Be gentle." She asked of him, she know he'd comply. Though he might worry, or wonder. Though those concerns did not really come to her attention quite then, his hot hands came to her hip, grasping it, while his other hand was touching himself (or at least she assumed). Emily wasted no more time on words, quickly she grasped his lips in her own, bringing their sensual kiss back, her fingers knotting themselves into his shaggy set of hair.

There was no pause, there was no second guessing. As soon as his warmth was near her own wet core, he pressed himself inside of her. Automatically, she gasped, softly. Her hips jerking up to meet his, her hands tightening. An exhilarating feeling wriggled up inside of her. Emily lost her breath, lost her train of thought and all she could think about was him. Him and the absolute lust he was causing her. Her muscles were tight and firm around him, not wanting to budge at all. Even though he pushed himself inside of her, her body resisted him, only creating more pleasure for the two. He was pushing against her walls, spreading her wider than she'd ever been spread before.

A whimpering moan left Emily and her hands fell from his hair. Her arms were sprawled across the bed, her body rocking up against his, matching his slow, sensual rhythm. "Oh Ezra." She whined his name, needfully.
 
    • If his heart beat any harder than it already was beating, he was sure it would burst out of his chest. Seeing her, smelling her, feeling her, being one with her. . .it was all driving him wild, overwhelming his senses, threatening to shut his mind down completely. This beautiful woman was here, with him, offering him the one thing that he had been wanting all of this time. Something more than just a one time romp, a more adult relationship. Not in terms of physical intimacy, but of a real and deep connection with her. It was as if everything that he had been looking for over the years had been right here in front of him in the form of Major Rolet. How blind had he been not to see that the one person who could, most likely, make him happy had been here at his side the entire time?

      That was all thankfully in the past. The now was the only thing he needed to be concerned with. And the now that he was experiencing was a most wonderful and amazing thing. Emily's body almost immediately welcomed him inside as if his member were a missing part of her own body. But, as soon as he was inside, it began to push down against him, making her feel tight but not uncomfortably so. It felt as if he were melting inside of her, and the sensation was making him feel. . .well, it was turning him on even more. His arms slowly enveloped her body, pulling her bare chest up against his own. This allowed his face to be even closer to hers, as if her arms around his neck weren't doing a good enough job of that. In his head, he had to continue to tell himself to move slow and steadily, not to rush things. As they were now, he was very, very content.

      Again, she uttered his name. This time, it was more like a whine, a most sensuous moan that urged him to continue. So continue he did. "Emily," he whispered, his lips just barely touching hers. Their lips continued their playful tussle, their tongues battling against each other's as if it would be possible for one to over power the other with just their mouth's alone. Slowly, he picked up the pace, his hips driving his erect member deeper and deeper into her. The pace was still a bit on the slow side, as he was doing his best to be gentle with her and keep his own wild lusts from running free. He had to fight himself to pull his lips away from hers, as he needed to make sure that everything was okay as it was. "Is. . .this too much? Should I. . .should I slow down some," he asked. Her comfort and her pleasure mattered more to him right now than his own.[/list:u][/list:u]
 
To think. She tried to deny him of this, herself of this! She was almost sickened by herself for not accepting this man as he was. Wonderful. In so many different ways, not just sexually, but on emotional levels too. A small smile lit her face though, that just made them stronger. After the years of them all being together as 'brothers'; all of them on the ship, it brought them closer. She knew things about him she'd never know if she'd always been female in his eyes.

Emily could feel him inside of her, deliberating his next step. His warm throbbing member was making her equally as aroused. Her stomach was twitching to the feeling of him merely breathing in and out, those slight movements were enough to get her going. His arms wrapped around her, and she complied with him, pressing her body closer to his, grazing her lips back and forth across his. Her eyes closed, her long lashes brushing his cheeks. Ever so softly, like gentle butterflies, fluttering past his face. Then he started in is rhythm. 'Slow and steady win the race,' she thought, chuckling mentally. As his hips rocked down against hers, her met the pace upwards. Every few moments a soft breath would leave her, wispy and sensual. Her arms shaking to hold herself up against his warm, pleasing body.

Never once in her life, had her name been said in such a manor. Her eyes opened partially, to look to his face. Like her own, it was relaxed and enjoying the pleasure the other was giving. Though, as their lips met and their tongues tangled their steady rhythm began to pick up. "No, please... uuh..." She moaned softly after he'd asked her, "This is... w-wonderful." She stuttered softly. It was hard to form words with a mouth that just wanted to moan. Her body jerked from time to time, his erection that was buried deep inside of her warmth hitting the spot to make her crumble.
 
    • Ezra had never experienced sex like this before. There had been times where it had been so good that he had a hard time containing himself. But that was nothing compared to what this was. There were feelings welling up within his heart, there was something driving his movements, his body, his very being. This was a feeling unlike anything that he had ever had before, and to think that there was something like this between himself and his 'brother' was just. . .flabbergasting. Then again, she had been his best friend. She knew everything there was to know about them. And he had a place in his his heart that could never be occupied by anyone or anything else. Was that what made it so good?

      Or, was it the way that their bodies were responding to one another? It was as if they were made for each other, like a lock and a key, that had been brought together for the first time in centuries. Every breath, every single time a part of them touched the other, every slow, sensual, slowly paced, rhythmic movement left them both struggling to keep their sanity. What kept the two of them human was their rationality. Without that, they would be two interconnected animals lusting after one another like dogs. Her voice continued to push him, every moan told him she was doing the right thing, every time she stuttered, it told him that the pleasure was almost taking her over too. And every time they looked into each other's eyes? It was like magic, as if they were diving into the other's soul.

      Soon, much sooner than usual that was, Ezra found himself near his breaking point. There was just something about Emily's body that pushed him to the point where he was now. His lips had been so close to claiming hers once more that it physically hurt him to pull away from her. What had to be done, however, had to be done. "Emily. . .I-I'm. . ." he couldn't even bring himself to finish uttering those words, as his attention was more on fighting that feeling than it was on speaking. Ezra wondered, only for a moment, how Emily faired now. Was she close to her own climax as well? The perhaps soon to be ex-Captain would know soon enough where this beautiful creature he held in his arms stood.[/list:u][/list:u]
 
Sex? No, this wasn't sex. At least, not in Emily's mind. This was the epiphany of love making. This was the very word-less definition she would give if ever asked. There was so much more than the carnal lusts of sex, the passion of the act and the passion of the emotions shared between the two had co-mingled, creating the fuzzy, warm, sensual, erotic, moaning, sweaty, sheet-tangling ecstasy they were enjoying.

The very way their bodies molded to each others as they gasped for breath whiling clinging to each others damp bodies'. Every few moments, the woman would raise her back from the bed as his hardened sex buried itself into her body, connecting them in the only way they'd ever lacked. Her round breasts raising up to the ceiling, her hands clenching at anything they could. His name barely a whisper, muffled by the gasps of air.

It just felt too good!

She'd never, in her twenty-some years of like felt anything quite like this. He was just too amazing. His lips pulled from hers and she reached to him, clutching for his skin to be hot against hers. He began the sentence with her name, which alone sent a shiver through her body, her muscles tightening slightly around him for a short moment. She managed to mutter something that sounded angelic from her lips as his throbbing caused her muscles to clench again, this time, they wouldn't let go. The warm, fuzzy, tingling feeling touched her belly as she went to speak. "M-me too.. oh please!" She finished her mutterings just in time, before her body began it's final round to the climax. As she was getting close -oh so close!- she let out a moan, a moan with his name as it's core; "Ezra!"
 
    • When the climax came, it washed over his body like the cool waves of the ocean against the hot flesh of beach goers. It felt as if something ran through his body, through the very essence of his being and washed him out from head to toe, freeing him from all of the pain and all of the worry he ever experienced throughout his entire life. In that instant, nothing else existed, no one else existed other than the beautiful young woman he was with. It felt as if he left his body for a time, giving his spirit freedom from it's cage of flesh to dance about with the spirit of his long time companion. His body shook, with pleasure, with ecstasy, with feelings and sensations that he couldn't even begin to describe or understand. And when it was all over? Everything rushed back into that previously empty shell, and he near collapsed on top of Emily a heap of sweaty flesh and muscle.

      His face was just inches from hers, his own eyes finding her clear, intensely blue optics. Without a word, without a thought, he claimed her lips once again. Naturally, being left breathless after the most amazing experience of his life, it was impossible to hold the kiss for long. Even if he could hold it for an eternity, he knew that it wouldn't be long enough to satisfy the craving he had in his soul to remain so closely entwined with her. It took some doing, but Ezra finally found the strength and the will to pull away from the young woman next to him and he immediately collapsed on the bed, his eyes fixed on the roof. His chest was heaving, his lungs were burning for air, but he was as content as a person could be right now.

      Ezra used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, slowly moving his head so that he could look at the person who had just. . .who he had just. . .experienced something magical with. "Wow. . ." It was the only thing that he could say.[/list:u][/list:u]
 
Her eyes were glued shut, tightly closed, even as her lips were parted. Soft moans left over from her breathlessness whispered out into the now quieting air. Their were no more heavy pants, groans, names whispered, nothing. Merely two sets of heavy beating hears, and deep breaths. Her hands fell to the bed, finally too exhausted to hold them up. She stretched herself out a little, wiggling her toes and trying to calm her breathing as she opened her eyes...

In time to see him fall on her.

A yelp left her thick lips as he fell on her body, a soft laugh touched her face as she looked into his eyes. She went to say something when his lips covered hers. Smothering her in his kisses. Not that she minded. She kissed him with the same passion she'd made love to him with, until he pulled back, pulled out, and rolled from her body. She relaxed against the bed, before rolling to her side. Facing him. Draping an arm over his chest, she tucked the other under her own, placing her own sweaty cheek onto his chest, looking up into his eyes. Watching his face carefully, not yet speaking. Not wanting to ruin the perfection of the picture.

"I'm not sure if 'wow' covers it.." She replied to him. Tucking her head back down, closing her eyes softly and sighing. She felt tired now. Tired but oh-so pleased... Stretching her tiny body up, she placed delicate kisses along his jaw. When she pulled her lips back she snickered..

"Next time.. I'm on top."
 
    • This was so different, it was strange to him.

      Usually, after being with someone, clothes were put back on quickly and they went their separate ways. There was no kissing, no hugging, no holding, no words exchanged afterward. Sometimes, he felt regret. Or guilt. As if he had taken advantage of someone, or pushed them into something they didn't want.

      With Emily? There was nothing but satisfaction, and a strange, warm feeling in his heart. Love? Perhaps. Emily had been right in saying before that there was a good chance that he didn't understand what love was. Maybe he was starting to though. Maybe she could help him discover how magical it really was. The Major knew everything there was to know about the captain, to the point of knowing him better than he knew himself. But there was so much that he needed, and wanted, to know and learn about her. From the looks and sounds of things, he would have more than ample time to learn those things, so when next he spoke the words to her, he could truly say that he loved her and he could truly mean it.

      "I couldn't think of anything more suitable to say. I still can't," Ezra said with a laugh. Wow didn't cover it. Not even half of it. When he thought about it, he wasn't sure that there was any word that could really express how he felt now. He was happy, and so was she. That couldn't have been sex that they had just had, that had. . .made love to each other. It was the only thing that could explain why it felt so good and so different. And why they were still so drawn to each other now that everything was over. Rather than moving away from him, she moved towards him. And he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to hold her even closer to him. They were still nude, still covered in sweat, still short of breath, but still wrapped up with each other. She kissed him. She even mentioned what she wanted to do the next them they were together like this. If this had just been sex, meaningless and shallow, she wouldn't have mentioned something like that in the way that she had. Ezra wondered when would that next time be because he really liked the sound of her being on top and in control of things while they were in the bed together like this.

      Slowly, he moved his fingers back through her hair, playfully flipping it back and forth. "I would love that," he said, tilting his head down to kiss the top of her own. [/list:u][/list:u]
 
Her more feminine side was being shown as she lay next to and slightly atop him. Her long strawberry blond locks curled around his chest, over her slim shoulders and some even hung off the edge of the bed they were precariously next to. Closing those eyes, endless like the sky on a slightly damp day, and fading her world into black, a soft sigh left the lips that had been meshed with his for so long.

Pushing herself back up off his chest, Emily sat up, looking down at Ezra, a contemplating look on her face. What could she call him now? Captain? Lover? Hun? A soft blush touched her already flushed cheeks. "Mm... well.. I'm glad?" She giggled softly at Ezra, placing her long index finger between his collarbones, gently running up and down his chest a moment. Her eyes washing over his nude body, next to her own. She compared her skin tone to his for a short moment with a straight face, before it erupted into smiles.

"I'm sure you would..." Playfully, the red-head kicked her leg over his body, straddling him. Her soft hands on his chest still, her round breasts pressed together giving herself amazing cleavage, while her eyes and lips twisted to a sultry look. Her hips hovered over him, and in her nude glory, she laughed. Lifting one hand to gather the long strands and flipping them over her shoulder. Emily's body lowered itself until she was parallel to him, only inches from his body. Her eyes narrowed, lips still in their twisted grin. "So all those rumors about you in bed are true, hmm? I can't say I'm not surprised they are, you have that feel about you, you know, the one where no-one is unsatisfied." A soft laugh left her before she pressed her lips to his chin softly. "Let's keep this up, and then I'll give my final verdict on it, yes?"

Emily's girlish and happy nature now was so different then her laid-back, in-charge, nature as the Mechanic on the Apex.
 
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