"You don't have a scratch
left from the accident, do you?" Karina said suddenly, breaking
the silence which had descended.
Chris' head rose up sharply at
the sound, he had been lost in contemplation of what he was going
to do. It felt like they had been talking forever, and this conversation
had run dry about ten minutes before. At least the young woman
opposite seemed to have completely lost the fear of him that had
been present only the day before. Knowing about Immortals and
actually interacting with them, had turned out to be two very
different things for the Watcher's daughter. It was like reading
about a nuclear explosion and then witnessing one first hand:
a little difficult to get over. For the past two days, Karina,
seemed to have been in culture shock, and using Chris as a sounding
board appeared to have brought her out of it. The way she was
looking at him at the moment, however, started a nervous, excited
feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"None," he replied,
unsure of where this conversation was going.
She stood up and walked over
to where he was sitting, with a half curious, half fascinated
look on her face. For some reason, Chris didn't think she was
particularly interested in anything he was saying.
"Not even a bruise to remind
you," she said quietly, and reached out to touch the side
of his face where the large graze had been.
Several ideas began racing through
the young Immortal's head and all the justifications for each:
he was most unsettled. Her intentions started to become much clearer
as she wandered round behind him and her hand slid slowly under
the collar of his shirt. It seemed that, for her the platonic
stage of this relationship was not enough. Her touch was the beginning
of everything Chris had dreamed since he first met her, but even
as his body screamed yes, his conscience told him this could be
a very big mistake. Whatever was going through Karina's head,
it was not normal, rational thought: she could quite easily come
out the other side of this hating herself. It took the most incredible
amount of effort, but with a wrench of compassion, the Immortal
pulled himself to his feet, away from her, and spun to face her.
The initial expression on her face was hurt confusion and it was
painful to see.
"I thought," she began,
looking lost ,"that you wanted..."
"I do," Chris put in
rapidly, "you're... well you're wonderful, but it's not what
I want that's the issue here."
She looked even more confused.
"I thought it was obvious,"
she shot back, a little embarrassed.
"Are you sure?" the
Immortal asked directly. "Do you really understand, can you
possibly know? Yesterday you could barely hold a conversation
with me, the day before you wouldn't even look at me, and suddenly,
today, you're making advances. We've barely known each other four
days, you know almost nothing about who I am, except I'm one of
the weirdest Immortals on the face of the planet. I don't want
you to regret this tomorrow."
She laughed at that, but it was
not a humorous sound.
"Let me worry about what
I'll regret tomorrow," she said, forcing her embarrassment
into anger. "I'm not a fragile little girl. I've seen the
way you look at me, I know what you're thinking. Well it's all
here on offer for you to take: what are you waiting for?"
Her eyes flashed with fury and
the pair stood, staring at each other in silence. What could Chris
say, he knew his words would just come out wrong, or be misinterpreted:
he didn't know how to diffuse this situation. Slowly, Karina's
rage ebbed away and she knew her voice had caused him pain: it
was written all over his face. He was only trying to do what was
right, and she had lashed out because he was a man with a vestige
"Before I knew you were
Immortal," she said quietly, "I was pleased you were
interested in me. You have no idea how happy I was to see you
sitting in the bar when I came back that afternoon. You're very
nice to look at, you know. Then, after the accident, I suppose
I was horrified at some of the things I'd been thinking. An instinctive
reaction to something I don't truly understand, I suppose. I think
I felt betrayed more than anything, and maybe a little stupid
for being the only one who didn't know. But now, after I've actually
been able to put those emotions aside, I find myself thinking
what I was before. I've been through all the stages in between,
and come full circle to back where I started. I know more about
you than you think, we've been talking for two days, after all."
There was no doubt about her
rationality: Chris began to think he may have misjudged the situation.
As Karina walked around the chair towards him, he didn't move
"I'm not going to pretend
I have my life totally sorted out, or my head one hundred percent
straight," she said, and put her fingers back on the side
of his face, "but I know I won't regret this."
He covered her smaller hand with
his and just appreciated the sensation for a moment. A small smile
impinged itself on his features, and Chris began to let himself
hope that the woman could actually care for him. He kissed her
palm and pulled her into an embrace with his other arm. They were
pretty much the same height and they looked directly into each
"If you're sure," he
"Shut up and kiss me,"
she responded and wound her free limb around his waist.
The young Immortal did not need
anymore encouragement, and he crushed his lips to hers, letting
all his passion show. Karina was no less inclined and her body
curved against his, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Chris'
shirt never had been tucked into his trousers and her hands found
their way underneath with little effort. Cold, urgent fingers
played along his spine and the twin almost lost any vestige of
self control he had left. It was almost too much for him when
Karina decided to bite the base of his ear.
"Craven's going to be back
soon," he said with a little catch in his voice as one of
her hands moved onto the button on his jeans.
"So?" came the uninterested
"We're in the living room,"
there was laughter in his voice.
The blonde, young woman drew
back slightly, with a sheepish smile on her face.
"We are, aren't we,"
she said, her mind conjuring up interesting visions.
"My room's upstairs,"
Chris put in and raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Going to show me your etchings?"
his companion laughed lightly.
"Something like that,"
the Immortal replied and ran his fingers through her hair.
She closed her eyes and leaned
back into the touch.
"Keep this up," she
said appreciatively, "and we'll never make it."
The music was soft and sweeping
as it filled the room with sound and Richie put his head back
against the seat of the chair. He and Beren were sat on the floor
of his apartment, glasses of wine in hand, just relaxing with
some pleasant tunes. The young Immortal's tastes had broadened
somewhat since Duncan had first taken him in, and the song playing
was very far from the heavy rock to which he had been accustomed.
His partner had brought with her the love of Celtic sounds when
she had moved in, and the album of modern interpretations was
often played. The couple had found that the perfect acoustic spot
in the room was low down, just in front of one of the easy chairs.
Which was why Beren was sat between Richie's legs, leaning against
him, whilst he rested his back on the said piece of furniture.
"I think the casserole could
have done with a little less garlic," Beren said chattily
as they enjoyed each other's company, "I won't be able to
breathe on anyone for days."
"I do believe you may be
right," her partner returned and absently began to stroke
It occurred to him that he'd
just used a very Chris like phrase, but he put the thought aside
as Beren smiled and took a sip from her glass.
"I could live with this,"
she said and dropped her head forward so Richie could massage
the back of her neck.
he told her gently.
His fingers glided across the
skin where her hair fell away in long bangs and she relaxed into
his arms. Gradually his hands began to wander in other directions
and Beren didn't complain when they slipped under her top. He
traced intricate patterns over her torso and she closed her eyes
with a contented smile on her mouth. Long nails threatened to
tear holes in Richie's jeans as his companion ran her fingers
down his legs. His lips were soft on her neck and, oh so tantalising.
Her arm came up and guided her hand through his hair, entwining
there and pulling him close. Dextrous fingers gently moved beneath
the waistband of her leggins and ran along the line of her panties,
delicately. Beren's only reply was a little moan of pleasure and
a gentle movement of encouragement that Richie did not need a
degree to interpret. This was going a little faster, and a lot
further than the young woman had expected when it began, but she
wasn't complaining. His hand went those few centimetres further
and her nails nearly took the skin off the back of his neck.
The urgency with which Karina
made sure they lost their clothes surprised Chris somewhat, but
he was quite happy with the results. The young woman was slim,
but with the curves of Venus, and she was most attractive naked.
Her blonde hair fell in a golden river around her shoulders as
she removed the last of her underwear whilst standing at the end
of the bed. Chris was already half lying down, having been pushed
onto the divan as soon as every garment had been eliminated from
his person. His eyes ate up every view of her and she gave him
a predatory smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Karina
climbed onto the bed on all fours, and slowly began to move towards
him. Her hair brushed against Chris' skin as she travelled upwards
and she laughed at the shivers that ran through his body. He was
propped up on his elbows, but collapsed backwards as her lips
glided across his stomach. It seemed Karina had decided to take
the lead in this one, and the Immortal was not about to argue.
Her mouth was silky soft and very soon she had little moans of
delight slipping from his throat.
Richie and Beren had made it
as far as the rug in the middle of the room before they'd decided
this place was as good as any. Unless someone was playing on the
fire escape, or superman decided to drop in, no-one was going
to see anything they shouldn't. The Immortal had lost his T-shirt
on their short journey and his partner's buttons had long since
given in to the inevitable. They were in no hurry, and with plenty
of practice behind them they knew exactly what their lover liked.
Everytime their love drew them together, they found new ways to
give each other pleasure, but there were tried and trusted methods
to help them along. One thing that could be said about the two
young people, was, they never became bored with each other's bodies.
Since Richie had initiated this sexual encounter, he had the job
of working the hardest.
"Take your jeans off,"
Beren whispered in his ear, "they scratch."
He smiled and turned on his back.
"You take them off,"
he said cheekily.
"No fair," she complained,
but it didn't stop her leaning over and playing with the fastenings.
He arched his back and helped
her push the material down, then she pulled the legs and the jeans
slipped off easily.
"Ooh, blue boxers,"
she said and took the opportunity to slide out of her open blouse.
She pounced on his with a growl
and bit his bottom lip.
Richie responded and wound his arms around his lover, "how
can I resist?"
Quick fingers released the hooks
on her bra , and she wriggled out of the garment alluringly. She
gave absolutely no resistance when he began to relieve her of
her trousers, and followed his example to aid with their removal.
Her briefs followed quite rapidly and she kicked them across the
room once they were free of all but one foot, They landed on the
stereo and caused her to burst into a fit of giggles.
"You know just how to turn
me on," he lover said with a laugh, and straddled her naked
His fingers gently caressed her
breasts and she placed her hands flat on his chest.
"Oh, good," she breathed
and crushed her shoulders into the carpet.
Chris was just about ready to
do anything Karina wanted, no matter how crazy it was. He would
quite happily have agreed to move heaven and earth for her when
she manoeuvred herself above him and gently pushed herself downwards.
Her body was moist and warm, and enveloped him with smooth ease.
His hands gently cradled her waist and she groaned slightly as
they squeezed softly. The couple moved together in a slow, calm
rhythm: she above, hands on his shoulders, he below, heels dug
into the bed. There was no competition between them for supremacy,
each worked with the other for a common goal. Gradually, their
actions became faster, more urgent, and Karina began to let out
small gasps of air. Her movements started to increase in size,
becoming more exaggerated: she pull away, almost releasing him
and then pushed down hard as he tried to reclaim her. Her nails
dug into his flesh until it bled and his grip on her tightened.
It was like they could touch each others souls and their passions
united them to make them one animal. They moved together and then
almost apart, time after time, minute after minute, and then she
finally looked down, their eyes locked and their bodies met in
one last, fierce union. Karina threw her head back and moaned
as her body quaked, and Chris let uncontrollable shudders take
him with a gentle cry. They were both breathing hard from their
exertions and they finally relaxed slowly, in no hurry for the
experience to end. Little shivers continued to run down Karina's
spine as she remained, straddling him and looking down with a
"Maybe I should get off
now," she said in a voice that had gone slightly husky.
"Only if you want to,"
Chris responded, and slowly closed his eyes.
Tonight, Beren was definitely
not playing hard to get: she wanted her man and she wanted everything
he could give her. She didn't even try to pull down his shorts,
her hand just went straight for the slit in the front. There was
no being coy about this tryst as the young woman's fingers coaxed
his manhood to exactly where she wanted him. Richie leaned towards
her when she finally released him, and before he could do anything,
her legs wrapped around his waist, the ankles crossing at the
"Aggressive, aren't we,"
the Immortal said with concealed excitement.
"Just making sure you can't
get away," his lover replied and tightened her grip to prove
It was a vice like hold, keeping
him close, but tantalisingly, that small distance away so he couldn't
enter her. She ran her fingers across his mouth with a mischievous
"Say please," she said
He growled in response and took
a nip out of her right breast.
"That'll do," were
her almost soundless words, and her thighs released.
She gasped loudly as he pushed
down, and rose up to meet him with eager enthusiasm. They gained
momentum quickly, letting passion lead them onwards and upwards.
Beren had handfuls of rug very soon into the proceedings. Man
moved with woman through level after level of sexual increase,
until finally they both cried out and dissolved into their own
private heaven. Beren's ankles unclasped reluctantly and she stroked
his chest meaningfully as Richie pulled away.
"That just leaves the kitchen,"
she said with a grin.
"Later," he responded
and came to rest by her side with a smile.
One thing Richie had learnt about
Beren, was that, if he got her going, he had better have a lot
of energy. This was one woman who never seemed quite satisfied
and she made sure the Immortal worked hard for his place in her
heart. It was never quite a repeat of the marathon that first
time, but sometimes it came close.
"Maybe we should retire
to the bedroom before one of us gets carpet burn," he suggested
almost desperately as he took in the look in her eye.
She laughed loudly, knowing that
he was loving every minute of their encounter, even if he was
ready to run.
"You don't get away that
easily," she said and he rolled onto his front before she
could try anything.
Beren had a way of doing things
to him that wrenched all control away from him, whether he could
perform or not, and just now he didn't want to get into that.
"Okay," she said with
a little smile, "I can live with your back."
Her fingers started on his shoulders
and with a resigned groan, his face buried itself in the rug.
Chris was quite happy just lying
on the bed with Karina in his arms for a while. It was comfortable
and they relaxed against each other, feeling the others rhythms
as their bodies renewed themselves. A small smile spread across
the Immortal's mouth as a feeling that had become quite familiar
spread down his spine.
"What are you smiling at?"
his lover asked quietly as she looked up and saw the expression
on his face.
"Pay-back," he returned
enigmatically and the smile evolved into a grin.
Karina propped herself up on
one elbow, confused amusement on her face.
"For weeks Richie and Beren
have been at it like bunnies, and everytime I had to ignore it,"
he told her cheerfully. "Our activities have had an interesting
effect on my dear brother and I don't think he's quite prepared
to handle what he's started."
It wasn't exactly a normal admission,
but then again, Karina had given up expecting normal days ago.
Chris's delight was so obvious that she could do nothing but share
"There's a cruel streak
in your character," she said with a smile.
"Maybe," he responded
lightly. "Care to give him some more encouragement?"
"This twin thing must be
real interesting," she said wickedly and then leant down
to kiss him.
"It can be," he said
quietly and pushed her back down onto the bed as they rolled over.
"Now where to start," he continued on a completely different
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