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This is the second in the Dividing series, the others may be found at:
Dividing of The Ways



Part 10

"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 of honour.

"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 back.

"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 others eyes.

"If you're sure," he said quietly.

"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 reply.

"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 her ear.

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.

""You're beautiful," 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.

"Rough treatment," 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 form.

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 happy smile.

"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 back.

"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 her point.

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 smile.

"Say please," she said wickedly.

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 it.

"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 subject.

End of Part 10