Title: WSHH – The
By: tayryn
Rating: NC-17
Archive: my site only
Disclaimer: ITC owns them. I just play with them… and make them play with each other.
Summary: a possibility of what happened during and after the moon leaves Retha.
Notes: special thanks
go to Jaya… a newbie in the Sp99 universe; who when I was on vacation in
September received and began watching her DVDs.
She mentioned “
This story is the result.
Thank yous are also extended to both Jaya and my sweet sister, Monica for beta’ing!!
~*~*~
“Say that again!”
“You’re pregnant.”
“That’s what I thought you said.”
Mathias watched quietly while
“I can’t be. I… it’s just… the test is wrong.”
“I ran the test several times,
“Bob, you don’t understand,”
“There is no mistake here,
“T… two… two weeks?”
“About that, yes.” Bob answered. “Why?”
“Oh my God…”
“
“No! No.”
“
“I need to go…” she pressed the button to open the door.
“
“I know, Bob. I
know. And we will,”
“
~*~*~
The images flowed through her mind… the sounds and feelings as real as if she was still there…
His hands gripping her hips as the rocks beneath the fur she was kneeling on dug into her knees and the palms of her hands.
His grunting and groaning as he moved hard in and against her body, laying claim and marking her as his; her own low guttural moans of acceptance that she was indeed his.
His mate.
The one that would bear his children.
~*~*~
Several moments later, a sleepy face greeted her as the door in front of her slipped aside.
“
“Oh, John… I’m sorry.
I forgot you were taking the late shift this week,”
John shook his head and waved away her apology. “S’okay,
“Everything all right?” The doctor in her couldn’t help but immediately reach out to rest a hand against his forehead. “Do you feel okay?”
“Yeah,” John said, backing away from her hand and indicating for her to enter his quarters. “Just a weird dream, that’s all.”
“If you’re sure,”
“I am,” John replied, stepping back in so that the door
would close. He turned to see
“Uhm… yes. I’m fine.”
“Sit down,” John gestured to the couch. “Can I get you anything? Coffee?”
“Yes… no! No thank
you,”
John paused halfway to his coffee maker and turned to look
at her. “
He moved back to stand in front of her. “
“I’m pregnant.”
John’s knees gave out and he sank down into the chair behind him. “You’re… you’re…”
“Pregnant.”
“Pregnant,” he repeated, his mind turning inward to process the information.
~ Pregnant? ~
~ How? ~
~ Who’s the father? ~
~ I didn’t know she was seeing… we were getting so close. ~
“John?”
John shook his head and focused on her. “I’m sorry… did you say… what did you say?”
“I said that you do realize when this happened, don’t you?”
“No I…” he shook his head. “Why would I?”
“Why would you?”
John shook his head sheepishly. “Sorry… I…”
“I know, John.”
“I… I’m…” John’s eyes widened. “I’m the father? How? I mean… how? I don’t understand…”
“Retha.”
“…Retha…” his voice trailed off as his mind was deluged with images.
His hands gripped tightly to her hips, knowing but not caring about the rocks under the fur that was their bed digging into her knees and the palms of her hands as she knelt over in front of him.
His grunting and groaning as he moved hard in and against her body, laying claim and marking her as his; her own low guttural moans of acceptance that she was indeed his.
His mate.
The one that would bear his children.
“Oh… God…” John moaned and buried his face in his
hands. “Oh…
Knowing instinctively what was going through John’s mind,
“Okay!?” His head
flew up and he met her eyes. “Okay? My God,
“You did no such thing!”
“How can you say that?”
John pushed himself out of the chair, stepping over her to start pacing
his quarters. “I… I was there,
“Are you saying that you lied two weeks ago? That you can remember everything that happened during our time on Retha?”
“No. I’m not saying that. I can’t remember all our time there… you know that.”
“Exactly…”
“But I’ve been having these dreams… seeing these images…” he stopped pacing to turn and look at her. “I see us… our cave-selves…”
“On the fur… in the back of the cave…”
“Taking you like… like some rutting animal in heat…”
“John…”
“Forcing you to submit…”
“John…”
“Not giving you any chance to resist…”
“JOHN!”
John stopped his rant, watching as
“It wasn’t romantic, John… I won’t say that it was,”
“
“No, John… you didn’t…”
“What I did…” John said in a quiet voice laced with pain and regret.
“What we did,”
“But…”
“No buts, John,”
“Forced…”
“A little rougher than I’m used to,” she continued, giving him a look. “For the people we were at that moment, it was right. I submitted to you. Willingly. I was yours for the taking.”
“
“I wanted you to dominate me… to take me,”
“How can you want to? How can you,” John pulled his hand away from her body, stepping away from her. “…even stand to let me touch you… knowing how I…”
“Dammit, John! You didn’t rape me!”
“I wouldn’t… I would sooner take my own life than hurt you
in any way,
“John,”
“What? It wasn’t us? Is that what you were going to say?” John asked, stepping away from her again to start pacing. “It was us, Helena… it was us in that cave. Us having sex like two animals…”
“Listen to yourself…”
“
“No! What happened, happened, John. But it wasn’t rape. Yes, it was rough. Yes it wasn’t the greatest sexual experience of my life, but it was us.”
They held each other’s gazes for several minutes, John breaking the visual connection first as he dropped down onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.
“I never wanted… hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do… but I couldn’t…” John’s words were muffled against his hands. “I can remember more now… the need to have you… to possess you. No one else but you would do and no one else could have you. You were mine and mine alone.”
“I could smell you… your scent was everywhere in the back of that cave… your…” John lifted his head, his eyes wide as they met hers, his voice soft as he finished, “Your arousal…”
“I came to you willingly.
No other male would have been good enough,”
“You made the first move…”
“Only the strongest male… only you… would do…”
They held each other’s gazes.
“I didn’t…” John began, his voice quiet and laced with relief. “I didn’t force you.”
“You didn’t,”
“Oh,
“John?”
“We haven’t even properly kissed yet, let alone made love
and we’re having a baby. It’s all so…”
“You are.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“What’d I do?”
John felt his skin flush, knowing she was right.
“So why don’t you come over here and correct the matter.”
“Which part?” He
asked, watching
“Both.”
A gentle smile pulled at the corners of John’s mouth as he
regarded her, the flush on his skin no longer due to embarrassment. He slowly walked back over to
“You are so… beautiful,” John said in a whisper, lifting his hand to brush his fingers against her cheek. “So very beautiful… and I’ve wanted you from that first moment I saw you.”
John’s hand cupped her cheek as his fingers slid into her
hair, his other hand coming up to trace his fingers over her lips as he leaned
closer. “
His declaration ringing in her ears,
Both relished and lost themselves in the sensations of their first kiss, parting breathlessly several long moments later when the need to breathe superseded all else.
“Ooh… oh my…”
John chuckled softly and lifted his head from hers. “You’re pretty damn good yourself.”
“And I you,” John smiled at her, his fingers once again moving softly over her face. “Are you sure…” he began, his voice suddenly serious. “Are you sure you want me….”
“Oh, I’m very sure,”
A loving smile filled John’s face as he nodded. “I do… I will…” he told her in a quiet voice. “I am going to make slow, gentle, passionate love to you and together we’ll make some new memories… our second first time.”
She approached stealthily, knowing that he was the one… the alpha male. Hers. Her mate. She would have him… let him have her. There could be no other.
He looked up and sniffed the air. She was there… shrouded in darkness… but she was there. The one he’d chosen. He could smell her, the scent of her invading his senses and causing his blood to surge through his veins. He would have her. Claim her as his and his alone.
They continued to kiss; still exploring, still learning what each other liked and tasted like. Their hands wandering, feeling and touching every part they could reach without breaking their kiss.
He slowly stood, waiting, anticipating… and then she was before him. His mate. Her scent… her need washing over him. He growled deep in his throat as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her down with him onto the furs that lined his den.
John broke off the kiss, gazing at her momentarily before
climbing to his feet. He offered
He bared his teeth, his eyes traveling over her fur-clad body before pushing her onto her back and looming over her. Rough hands grabbed at her, turning her over as she pushed up on her hands and knees. He grunted as he pushed and pawed at her furs, merely moving them aside, exposing only the flesh needed.
John sat next to her and reached out to undo and remove her
belt, tossing it onto the floor then returning to slowly unzip her top; running
the zipper down along her arm.
Holding his gaze,
“I was wrong…” John said in a husky voice, lifting his eyes to hers again. “You’re more than beautiful. You’re exquisite.”
“Thank you,”
“Oh… God…” John moaned softly at the feel of her taut nipples pressing into his palms.
“John…”
John smiled and leaned closer, covering her mouth with his in a soft kiss before trailing over her jaw, along her throat and down her collarbone to her breasts; taking her right nipple between his lips, suckling it gently.
John released her breast and met her eyes.
“Help me…” she said in an anxious voice, trying to push his pants over his hips.
John smiled and got to his feet; under
John’s hands covered hers, stopping her. “Let me… please…”
John ran his hands over her bare legs as he stepped closer,
kneeling on the bed between her spread thighs.
“
“John… please…”
John grinned and moved his fingers through her slick folds, dipping his fingers into her depths and spreading her arousal around her swollen clitoris, his grin growing as she gasped and arched beneath him again.
“Beautiful… just beautiful…” he murmured as he continued to manipulate her tender flesh; every stroke of his fingers against her bringing her closer and closer to her release.
“John… oh, John… yesss… oh please…”
“John…” she opened her eyes, seeking his. “John… more… I need you… please…”
He pushed aside his furs then reached out to grab her hips, roughly pulling her back against him. One hand released its grip on her waist, long enough to grasp his hardened length and position it at her opening. With a loud, victorious shout he slammed into her, over and over, her low groans spurring him on.
John shifted, stretching his body out over hers, moaning
softly as her slim, cool fingers wrapped around his throbbing member, guiding
him to her waiting entrance. He held
himself over her, meeting her eyes. “
“Yes…” John moaned and nodded, his hips surging forward, burying his throbbing length deep within her willing body. “Oh God…” he moaned, slipping his arms beneath her body; his hands gripping her shoulders as he buried his face in her neck.
John dropped a kiss to her neck then raised his head to meet her eyes. “I love you, Helena…”
“I love you too…”
“With pleasure,” John smiled, pulling himself out of her and
then slowly sinking back into
He continued to slam into her, over and over, harder and harder until he was howling with pleasure. She was his and he made sure she knew it, every thrust of his hips against her backside plunging his hard member deep into her tight body telling her so. Her soft moans and cries fueling his ardor. No one else would have her, not now, not ever.
They moved together, their bodies finding and matching an intimate rhythm. Gasps and moans of pleasure echoed throughout John’s quarters as they brought each other closer and closer to the precipice of ultimate rapture.
“
“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her as his thrusts began to grow shorter and faster.
“
He thrust against her several more times and came with a
roar; his seed spilling deep within her body in long, jetting streams. He collapsed heavily against her back,
forcing her body onto the ground, uncaring of her pleasure. His seed had been planted. She was his… his mate… he growled softly against
her ear, his hips jerking slightly against her in a residual tremor.
His.
“John… please…”
John slipped a hand between the closer press of their bodies, his fingers seeking out and stroking her clit.
“Oh YES! Oh yes…
John!”
John continued to thrust and stroke her, lengthening her
orgasm until
John groaned, his arms tightening
around her as his control slipped. “
John sank bonelessly on top of her, snuggling deeper into
“I love you…” she repeated over and over in a soft voice.
John lifted his head, brushing his lips over hers. “I love you too.”
“Mmm… that was wonderful,”
“You took the words out of my mouth,” John replied, his fingers tracing up and down her back.
“So… no more beating yourself up over what happened on Retha, right?”
“I…”
“John,”
John’s arm tightened around her. “I wasn’t going… you’re right. It wasn’t rape.”
“So… we’re having a baby.”
John said, his free hand slipping between them to stroke her
abdomen. He smiled at
“Yes… we’re having a baby,” she confirmed. “Are you… are you okay with it?”
John’s smile grew and his eyes sparkled. “Oh… I am very okay with it,” he told
her. “I’ve always wanted children and
having a child with you…” John trailed his hand up from her stomach to cup her
cheek. “With the woman I love…” he
inhaled sharply, his eyes suddenly filling with tears. “Oh,
“I love you too,” John told her. “And our little one.”
They shared another soft kiss.
“Move in with me… marry me?”
“Not just because of this… because of the baby,” John told her. “I swear to you that isn’t the only reason.”
John shook his head at the amused twinkle in her eyes. “So does that mean…?”
“Yes,”
John grinned and pulled her on top of him, his lips hungrily seeking hers. They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing sweetly as they explored the now familiar recesses of each other’s mouths.
“Yes?” John asked, his eyes traveling down her torso then back up to her eyes.
“About Sandra…”
~fin