They had fallen into bed, exhausted
just after dawn, but sleeping through the day was not something
either of them was good at. Which was why when Kari opened her
eyes an hour or so before noon, Chris was already awake and lying
next to her, smiling.
"You're adorable when you're
asleep," he commented as she smiled back.
Her face straightened with mock
"Are you trying to say I'm
not adorable when I'm awake?" she enquired with a
Chris just laughed and propped
himself up and one elbow.
"Well if you're going to
be like that," he said calmly, "I'm getting out of bed."
She snorted and slowly sidled
towards him, a devious expression in her features.
"You think you're getting
away that easily?" she said slowly. "I'll show you just
what you're going to be doing."
Dying did funny things to Immortals,
just like Quickenings, and Kari was no exception. She leaned close
to him, their bodies only a few inches apart and one finger traced
patterns on his chest as a small smile played at her lips. There
was a hunger in her eyes, a need that she had no intention of
denying, and Chris felt it's mirror flood into his system. She
was his, he was hers, and the older Immortal chose to show her
exactly how much he loved her.
He moved above her, strong legs
straddling her as she rolled onto her back. Neither of them had
bothered to wear anything to bed and naked skin pressed against
"Care to explain exactly
what it was you had in mind?" Chris enquired playfully.
"Why don't you improvise?"
she shot back and ran her hands over his chest with unsubtle intent.
She could almost see the thoughts
wandering through his brain, and as she watched a sly grin spread
across his features she knew that he had something special in
"Don't move," he said
mysteriously and rapidly threw himself half off the side of the
He supported himself on one hand
and used the other to open the bedside cabinet. What he hadn't
counted on was the vulnerable position this would put him in,
or the fact that Kari couldn't resist the urge that overcame her.
His current posture meant that the covers had slipped down and
his lover was presented by the view of an irresistible, tight
ass. He gave a yelp, more of surprise than pain, as teeth playfully
nipped at his rear end.
"I couldn't help it,"
Karina said with an innocent batting of her eyelids, as he rapidly
turned and sat up.
The way his behind was tingling,
Chris wondered if she'd taken a chunk out of it. His eyes narrowed
with devilish intent at the expression on her face.
"I may have to punish you
for that," he said and moved back towards her with a small
bottle in hand.
With the eyes of an angel she
looked at his through her long lashed.
"Promise?" was her
They were nose to nose now and
both of them were in very playful moods. Before he could reply
she kissed him and he almost dropped the small container of oil
that he was holding.
"What you got their?"
his partner asked joyfully as she momentarily broke away.
"Oh, just some edible massage
oil," his said with an innocent expression.
It was possible to see the light
jump into her eyes.
"And what y'gonna do with
it?" she enquired suggestively.
"Why don't you just lie
back, relax, and find out?" was his unsubtle reply.
With a sweet little smile she
let go of the hold she had on the back of his neck and lay down
with a seductive wriggle of her torso. Chris had picked up the
oil at a local store the other day, but so far there hadn't been
an opportunity to use it. He was determined to enjoy the experimentation
that now presented itself. With debonair flare he undid the cap
with one hand and pushed all the covers out of the way with the
other. The air was warm and Kari put one hand behind her head
Astride her once more, Chris
poured just a little of the liquid onto his hands, rubbed them
together and smiled mischievously. His first stroke covered her
breast bone in oil, and she moaned encouragingly. Tantalisingly,
his fingers stopped just short of her navel and from the dragging
stroke they changed to a pushing, circular sweep that he worked
back up to under her breasts. Index finger leading, thumb following,
Chris swept round and up under his lover's arms, spread digits
dancing back down over the top to finish the caress. Kari's back
arched pushing herself into his hands as a pleasure filled sigh
escaped her mouth.
The older Immortal had only just
begun, however, and he proceeded to draw little noises of indulgence
from his partner as he massaged, stroked and kissed just about
every inch of her upper body. The touches, sometimes gentle, sometimes
firm were enough to carry Karina away to a place where she began
to forget where she was. When Chris leant down and began to lightly
nibble her ear, whilst by some feet of contortion continued the
caressing of her breasts she had to reach out and touch back.
One hand began to stroke the
back of his neck and the other drew long lines down the length
of his back. Just for a second he faltered and half relaxed against
her as he was caught by the sensation. It was his turn to moan
and he breathed in her scent deeply before pulling back once more.
She let her arms fall back to the bed and smiled up at him as
he looked down lovingly. With slow deliberation he reached for
the bottle once more and moved further down the bed, off her and
slightly to the side.
His hands were so soft as they
smoothed the oil over her hips and under the curve of her stomach.
She needed no encouragement as she moved to allow him to rub the
liquid into her inner thigh. Strong, sensitive fingers worked
over the top of her legs and around her pelvic bone in deliberate,
easy strokes. Lying on the bed, arms stretched across the pillows,
she looked like some naked goddess and Chris was not averse to
pausing every now and then to appreciate the view. Just seeing
her was quite enough to get his own juices flowing.
Now the older Immortal knew exactly
what he was doing and his thumbs settled into gentle circles just
above the gingery hair between her legs. The motion was slow and
firm, and every movement brought little gaps from Kari's throat.
She was in control of very little that her body was doing as she
surrendered to the shots of pleasure, and she didn't care. Just
about then the world could have ended and she wouldn't have given
a damn. Chris bent down and kissed the flesh of her stomach, letting
his tongue dart, tantalisingly across her navel.
The noises she was making were
unintelligible, but there meaning did not take much deciphering.
She wound her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes. There was
no hesitation in Chris' progress, and his first two fingers continued
the circling motion as his thumbs gentle slid around the top of
her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh and then bit lightly
before running his tongue along the full length. Gentle fingers
stroked slowly through the curly hair below her navel, parting
her slightly and then his mouth was on her. He tasted her completely,
tongue drawing her ever more nearer to climax. Hands and mouth
worked in perfect harmony, repeatedly bringing her so close to
the edge and then drawing her back with teasing sensation. When
her nails dug into the back of his neck, Chris knew she was desperately
insisting that he finish this. He could feel the tension in her
muscles and as he drew her on, this time he didn't ease of as
that pressure increased to exploding point. She cried out and
surrendered to the spasms of pleasure that took control of her
She was still slick with oil
as he moved his ministrations back onto her upper body and her
arms entwined him. She opened her eyes and smiled as they were
once again nose to nose. Her legs rubbed suggestively on his sides
as she invited him to continue this assignation. She was slowly
coming down from the sexual high, but she had no problem with
being taken back up again and this time including him for the
There was no argument from Chris'
direction and he kissed her passionately as he moved into position.
He pushed himself up for a moment and just looked at her with
hungry eyes. As she stared right back and ran her fingers over
his back the light of an idea suddenly sparked in her eyes. She
bit her lip as they came together and he entered her with silky
ease. They were of one accord and their bodies undulated with
familiar rhythm as they worked as much for each other as themselves.
It was easy to feel when they were both ready and Kari pulled
Chris close and held him for just one second.
"Bring me in," she
whispered in his ear and let her grip relax.
He was half lost in the sensation,
but he heard her and understood. They pulled apart slightly and
paused for a tantalising moment, and then they thrust together
with more than one purpose. Chris let go of everything, and milliseconds
after their bodies shuddered with mortal pleasure, lightning erupted
from his skin.
The figures Richie had been trying
to sort out lay discarded on the desk and the young Immortal had
taken to just watching the patrons and doodling. He was beginning
to think that he would go take that cold shower when the realisation
of what would happen seconds later, leapt into his mind. Since
there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it he went for
damage limitation. There were certain things that it would be
bad for anyone outside the office to see so with little
thought he dove under the desk. Now if it had been anyone else
bringing someone in there would have been no problem, he'd have
received the same little jolt that all the others momentarily
experienced. As it was, the experience that Chris was having hit
him full force and he rammed his fist into his mouth in an effort
not to scream.
There was coffee on Duncan's
rug, but that was about the most disastrous consequence of what
the three Immortals realised was Karina's inclusion. Luckily for
Greg he'd been leaning forward with the mug over the floor when
his fingers had momentarily lost their ability to grip so there
was no pain involved.
"Oops," he said apologetically
and went for a cloth.
"These things happen,"
the Highlander replied with a laugh.
Adam found the situation very
funny, but then again it was well known that his sense of humour
was very well developed. The photographer had mentioned the state
in which he had left Richie and how the latest events had come
about were obvious.
"So the youngsters got it
together then," the oldest of them commented between laugh.
"Always knew Chris would come through for us."
The three grinned and then the
name actually impinged on Greg's mind. His mouth opened in a small
o and Duncan suddenly caught on.
"Richie," they both
said at the same time.
They knew there were people down
stairs, and they suddenly realised what state their friend might
"I'll go check," the
photographer said quickly.
Adam thought this was even funnier.
Everything looked normal as Greg
sped out of the elevator and tried to look as if he wasn't hurrying.
Then of course he noticed that he couldn't see Richie in the office
and slowly entered, closing the door behind him.
"Rich, you here?" he
There was a groan from under
the major piece of furniture. The dark haired Immortal peered
under the desk slowly and found a dishevelled looking young man,
nursing a hand with rapidly fading teeth marks.
"You okay?" he enquired
gently, but he couldn't keep the beginnings of a smile from his
"Damn brother," was
all the twin said.
That was it, Greg couldn't help
it he began to laugh. It started as a low snigger and gradually
rose into a full fledged chuckle. It was an amusing situation,
after all. Richie glared at his for a while and then finally had
to admit that it was quite funny. He smiled wryly and held out
"Stop laughing and help
me up," he said dryly.
The newly included member of
the group and her lover finally emerged from their bedroom just
after lunch, and after a quick chat with the family decided to
part company for a while. It was possible that the Immortal who
had killed Kari was watching Chris, so they decided that he should
play the grieving partner. He headed for the dojo, trying to look
dejected and Craven gallantly offered to escort Karina and her
mother into town so the young woman could sort out her hair.
As Chris walked through the familiar
doors he was greeted by a well placed towel in the face. His sibling
had been waiting for him and smiled at him with satisfied amusement.
"What was that for?"
the young Immortal asked innocently.
"You could have warned me,
you bastard," Richie returned eloquently.
The dojo was empty just at the
moment. The lunch time rush was over and the afternoon crowd hadn't
arrived yet so the pair were alone.
"It sort of just happened,"
Chris said half apologetically, "you got about as much warning
as I did."
His twin just snorted in disgust
and wandered back to the office as the other Immortal picked up
the discarded projectile which had so smartly hit him.
"Try planning, Chris,"
the more experienced Immortal said dryly, "or at least give
me a minute or two. I ended up under the damn desk."
There was little or no sympathy
from his sibling, however, as Chris just began to laugh. Richie
sent a disgruntled set of feeling at his twin, but that just made
the other laugh harder.
"Just you wait," the
dojo manager said ominously. "I'll have my revenge."
He would have gone on, but the
phone rang. Both Immortals looked at each other as they realised
that the timing was rather convenient. With slow unease, Richie
put the receiver to his ear.
"It's for you," he
said evenly, and passed the object to his twin.
Chris stood there just listening
for a moment, his face a mask of coldness. His gaze was hard and
by the time he spoke, the look in his eyes could have killed.
"I'll be there," he
said without letting go of the emotion in his features.
He hadn't lost Karina like the
man on the other end of the line had planned, but that didn't
stop him being very angry. All good humour had evaporated by the
time he slammed down the phone and he almost glared at Richie.
"Tonight, nine o'clock,
the building site on the other side of the new shopping complex,"
he explained slowly.
Richie was going to speak, but
Chris already knew what he was going to say.
"I'm going, Rich,"
the less experienced Immortal said, bringing his rage under control.
"He'd never know the difference,"
his twin returned evenly, "I've done this before."
The comment brought a slightly
wicked smile to Chris' features.
"Thanks, but no," he
affirmed deliberately, "this is my fight and I'm going to
make him pay. Promise me you'll stay here."
Both knew that given the chance
Richie would follow his twin and if he did he might not be able
to stop himself interfering. Forces drove them that sometimes
couldn't be controlled, and breaking the rules would be a very
bad idea. Finally the sibling with more years of Immortality nodded
his agreement. There was nothing else he could do. They'd known
this would happen, now they had to deal with it.
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