Title:
Mark of Archanon
By:
½ of ESB2
Rated:
FRAO
Summary: a small moment between John & Helena
after the ep…
~HJ~
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.”
“Lose
the pants.”
“
“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?”
John
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.”
A
devilish grin crossed
“Minx,”
She
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
of
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.”
Patience
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.
“Trust
me?”
“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.”
He
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,
“Oh
yes, John,”
“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.
John
climbed up on the bed to improve his coverage of her shoulders, working one
knee between
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.
A
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?”
He
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.
“Oh
SHIT!”
Sensation
overwhelmed
John
felt his balls fill to the breaking point, his juices
begin to rise up his shaft. He pushed
his face into the valley between
He
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.”
John
pushed up on his knees and slid his hands down
“So
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.”
John
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.
“Take
me hard, John. I want to feel all of
you.”
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.
The
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.
~fin