Title: Mark of Archanon
By: ½ of ESB2
Summary: a small moment between John & Helena after the ep…
He took it with a grateful smile. “Glad to be back. I’m sorry I wasn’t around to help when all that flak was flying about. Alan says that I would have liked Etrec.”
Her eyes fell to the table. “Pasc is dead.” She lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip of hot coffee.
John’s fingers tightened as his face moved a little closer. “You’re a doctor.” She nodded and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as John continued. “You did what any other doctor would have done. Pasc knew what would happen if he gave blood. You didn’t know.”
“As a doctor I should have known. Besides…not a very satisfactory defense, ignorance.” She raised the cup to her lips and took another sip.
John looked thoughtful. “You saved the boy.”
John looked at her. “Is that all you have to be grateful for?” He whispered huskily, a sultry look in his eyes.
His hand rubbed her neck as the kiss deepened. They were both breathing rapidly when they reluctantly parted.
“Let me pamper you tonight. I can feel the tenseness in your shoulders. I think you need the Koenig super special massage…reserved only for very beautiful clients.”
“Oh, but it is. You deserve some tender loving care.” John’s fingers tugged at the zipper on her sleeve. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get rid of these things while I get prepared. Bring a towel back with you. Oh…and leave your panties on.”
~ Or maybe it isn’t ~ She smiled inwardly as she surveyed the room from the door of the bath. The lights had been turned low, soft jazz permeated the room and the aroma of lavender from burning candles permeated the air, mingling with the light scent of the perfume she’d spritzed onto her most intimate parts.
“Ready?” John’s wonderful smile gleamed brightly in the dim light as he entered the sleeping area.
“Oh yes.” She whispered as she released one side of the towel she was holding in front of her. “Very ready.” The hand still full of towel fell to her side revealing her milky white body to his gaze. She saw the desire flare in his deep blue eyes and moved a hand to caress his bare chest as he stared with lust at the lacy covering over her hips.
“And does this massage include a full body press?” She pressed her mouth up to his to share a long wet kiss. Her hand wandered down the light dusting of hair on his abdomen to the snap of his trousers, as she took advantage of his distraction.
“Naughty, naughty.” John broke the kiss and backed away from her hand, his teeth gleaming around his brilliant smile. Azure eyes reflected her desire back at her. “Lay down on the bed please, madam.”
“And I want you to lose the pants. If I’m going to be laid out practically in my birthday suit then I want you that way too.”
“If I take off the pants will you lie down?”
laughed as he popped the snap on his trousers and pulled them off then gestured
toward the bed.
“The pants… that was the deal, my love, not the briefs. Now lay down on your gorgeous tummy and let me do my job.”
devilish grin crossed
watched with interest as John picked up a small bottle of scented oil and held
it over the candle flame to warm. He
poured a bit into his palms then moved to stand at the end of the bed in front
A small sound of disappointment escaped her lips when John moved to her feet.
“Something wrong?” His voice was low and soothing as he lifted her left foot and began to run his fingertips over her skin.
“I just…thought you would start with my shoulders. My neck is very tense.”
“And your mouth would be very close… I’ll get there, my love. Be patient.”
was a virtue that
“Um…John…about that full body press…ooooh!” She moaned as he brushed ever so slightly across the scant purple fabric barely covering her rapidly dampening cleft. John smiled at the hint of wetness that greeted his touch.
He returned to his task, trying desperately to ignore the tilt of her hips as she pushed toward his hands everytime they drew near. He studiously avoided touching her most intimate areas again.
“Yes,” she bit out with a ragged breath, her body humming from John’s erotic massage.
“Of course, I trust you. Oh, John…” she sighed as she felt his fingers slip the bottom of her panties to one side, revealing her swollen lower lips to him.
“John!?!” A touch of surprise entered her voice as she felt something cold and hard press against her clitoris.
“Trust me…” she relaxed at his whispered words, still curious about the object rapidly warming as it stayed in contact with her hot sheath. John’s fingers brushed her flesh, teasing her open, probing deep inside of her. She pushed back against him only to have him withdraw his hand and replace it with the seeking object. She heard a quiet click and knew what the object was as it began to hum within her.
“Oh God! Where did…” she gasped as he manipulated the vibrator deep within her then slid her panties back into place to hold it securely in.
“A couple of weeks ago you asked me to come by and pick up that picture for you. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to your directions but I opened the wrong drawer and I found this. Standing there, holding this and thinking of you using it…I got so turned on…”
“The medical closet…You were so wild…” she gasped, her arms moving out from beneath her head to grip the edge of the bed.
“I couldn’t wait to have you then, either. While I was away…the dreams I had about you…did you use this while I was gone? Did you think of me?”
“I…yes…I want you, John…not this…”
“And you’ll have me before the night is over, my love…many times…many many times, I promise you. But this time is all for you…so just lay back and enjoy.”
slid his hands beneath the waistband of her panties and firmly massaged her
butt cheeks then moved up to her lower back.
“Just relax…enjoy the sensations…Do you like my touch,
“I love to touch you…I love the way your skin feels…so soft…so smooth…when I trace my finger along the surface a tiny trail of pink follows. Are you aroused, my love?” His hands moved higher, working her shoulder blades, casually slipping down to trace the round swell of her breasts.
“John!” Her single utterance was filled with passion.
climbed up on the bed to improve his coverage of her shoulders, working one
John worked the tense muscles of her neck with one hand while the other moved back down her body following the line of her spine then slipping beneath her lacy briefs. He expertly worked his finger into her depths beside the humming device and hit the control switch.
gush of wetness flowed over his hand as the increased intensity of the pulsing
object buried within
When her tremors finally began to wane, John shifted his knee so that he was straddling her and gently rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted as she struggled to breathe, fighting through the sensations still washing through her body.
Her eyes opened and she smiled up at her lover, her eyes flaring as she watched him lift his hand to his mouth and slowly lick her juices from his fingers with relish.
“John…would you kiss me, please?”
practically fell on top of her in a rush to meet her mouth; lips open and
tongues tangling, as they tasted each other deeply.
Helena’s hands clawing at the waist of his briefs pulled him back to his senses and he reluctantly pulled away from her, sitting back on his haunches to stare into her green depths as his hands began a languid perusal of her shoulders and bosom. Her hands gripped his wrists as he palmed her heavy breasts, his thumbs flicking over the distended tips.
“I want you, John.”
“Soon, my love. I want you, too.” John’s erection was painfully obvious, straining so heavily against his briefs that the deep red head had worked its way over the elastic band at the top.
“That must be uncomfortable…let me…” John gripped her wrists as she grabbed his briefs and their eyes locked. After a long moment he nodded and together they pushed the offending garment down to release his raging hard-on. John dropped his hold on her wrist and moaned as she ran a perfectly manicured nail up his length. He dropped his hand to her hip and moved between them, finding and manipulating the control switch to the next level.
felt his balls fill to the breaking point, his juices
begin to rise up his shaft. He pushed
his face into the valley between
winced at the press of her fingers along the base of his erection. The room went black; John groaning as the
relief of climax flowed over him, surprised that his ejaculation had stopped. He collapsed onto her heavily as the lights
slowly came back into focus.
Realizing that he was crushing her, John slowly pushed up on his hands to remove his weight. “Damn, woman…where did you learn that?”
“One of the benefits of sleeping with a doctor.” She replied sassily, her eyebrows popping up and down.
“One of the many benefits of loving you.” John bent his head low for a slow deep kiss. His erection twitched between them, anxious to get back in the game.
Long limber dancer’s legs moved around him, a strong arched foot sliding up his calf and higher, hooking into the briefs around his knees and pulling them down. When the garment snagged, her other foot joined the first, both working together to strip John to his birthday suit.
“Now you have me at a disadvantage.” He grinned as he rocked his pelvis, the angle of her legs causing him to shift deeper against her saddle.
“Then why don’t you take care of that. Get that damned toy out of me and put yourself in. There is no substitute for you, John Koenig.”
pushed up on his knees and slid his hands down
now we’re equal. I want you and you want
me. You do want me, don’t you, John?”
The sultry tone in
“Want can’t even begin to describe what I feel…need, desire, crave, lust…love.”
felt a push against his delicate sacs and pulled away slightly, his hand moving
between them to catch the still humming vibrator as
“Love me, John. I need you now…not some pale imitation…that device can give me pleasure…but nothing compared to the pleasure that you give me. Only you can love me.”
John flipped the device over his shoulder, barely recognizing the sound of it hitting the mattress as he stabbed into her welcoming orifice.
me hard, John. I want to feel all of
Exercising an almost superhuman effort John stilled, holding himself motionless, just the bulbous tip of his sex resting within her sheath. His face fell back to her breasts, working them with his hands and lips. Her hands fisted in his hair as she struggled to push her body it to his. She alternated between thrusting breast and hip, needing the full contact that he was denying her.
John pondered briefly at the buzzing against his leg then realized the forgotten sex toy had fallen there, still working even though it no longer had contact with tender flesh. His hand left her breast and groped down his leg until his fingers hit the now cool metal.
thick metal pressed into
“Yes, John!…oh GOD!…there…touch me…THERE…JOHN!”
He came at that same instant as she, his body finishing what it had started earlier as he discharged stream after stream of his essence into her womb. The aftershocks of the orgasm continued for both of them, rippling out for long minutes as they continued to ride each other, accentuated by the continued vibration locked between their hips.
Finally, unable to take or give any more, John fell sideways to the bed, sliding out of Helena as he pulled her close to cradle her against his sweaty body. He pulled the vibrator from between them, clicked it off and tossed it to the bedside table.
“You are so beautiful when you come. That was incredible.” John murmured, his lips brushing over the blond locks near her ear.
“Um…you can say that again. You can give me a massage anytime, commander, especially an internal one.”
“I definitely need to go away and come back more often. You can send me to rummage through your drawers anytime.”
“I’m so glad you did. I found out all sorts of interesting things about you.”
“I’ll never tell.”
“John Koenig…what else did you find?”
He smiled a placating grin. “I’m just teasing you, hon.”
“I’m sure…and I can’t wait to see what kind of fun we can have with these.” John’s grin grew as he lifted his arm from the side of the bed; a set of handcuffs dangling from his hand.