Title: Touch Me
Author: Claripup
Pairing: Beka /Trance (the purple one)
Rating: 18
Notes: This was inspired by a number of things… Mainly a “first time” scene that was on TV over Christmas… they were all serious and lovey dovey but I was killing myself laughing… then I started to think what would happen if someone did laugh… and this is the result… it turned out more serious than I intended it to be… but it's not to bad… I think.
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Finally she eases the last piece of clothing from my body, she pulls back, rocking back on her heals and looks at me, her breathing quickens and I can see the desire flare in her eyes, she hesitantly reaches a hand out to touch me, but pulls back before making contact. The confident “been there, done that” shield has slipped and I can see the childlike innocence and uncertainty she normally hides.
She shifts uneasily, running her eyes over my body, “I… Can I… Touch you?” She asks quietly, blushing as she lowers her eyes to the floor.
I slide off the bed to kneel in front of her, “I think I'll die if you don't” I tell her honestly. I ache for her touch, but I wont rush her, I wont risk scaring her, she is far to important to me. Again she reaches out, slipping her warm hand around my neck and gently drawing me towards her, her lips meet mine softly, the very tip of her tongue caresses my lips before slipping inside. I slide my arms around her pulling her closer as the kiss deepens. She arches against me as I trail my fingernails down her spine moaning deep in her throat as our tongues dance together.
She slides her hand down between our bodies, as it nears it's destination, I feel her pull back, breaking the kiss as she hesitates, I whimper at the loss of contact and reach for her, she feels wooden, tense, I look into her eyes and see the panic there, “We can stop” I tell her.
“I don't want to” She whispers, “But I…I…”
“What?” I ask softly
“I don't know what to do… to… you know…” She trails off
I can't help myself, I burst out laughing. She pulls away, “Well if your going to make fun of me…” She stands up and grabs her clothes.
“Oh Beka , I'm sorry” I say as I move behind her, slipping my arms around her.She pulls away from me, spinning around to glare at me, “ Beka I really am sorry, but you have to see it from my point of view?” I beg desperately.
“And what view is that?” She snaps. Even when she's mad with me she's gorgeous, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each breath, her whole body defensive even in her nakedness. “Well?!?!” she demands.
I take her hand and pull her with me to sit on the bed, “You are always so confident” I tell her, “so sure of yourself, to have you admit that you didn 't know what to do, and when I… well it was ironic. I'm sorry I laughed Beka … Forgive me?” I began trailing my fingers up and down her spine.
She leans back against my fingers slightly, “when you what?” she questions
“When all I could think about was you touching me” I told her quietly.
She looks deep into my eyes and takes my hand in hers, twining her pale fingers around my purple ones, moving our joined hands to rest against my damp curls. She demands, “Show me how Trance”.
The end