TITLE: Project Jupitor12
BY: Amanda FEED BACK: sweety167@yahoo.ca RATING: NC-17 Pure Smut!!
SPOILERS: my Jupitor Series./Project Jupitor
DISCLAIMER: The Gunmen aren’t mine…but Anderea and this smut is! SUMMARY: Langly and Anderea make it back, alive to the warehouse, what better way to celebrate? This is my first 100% smut fic… It’s my first time, be gentle! DATE FINISHED: August 16, 2002
They had all arrive, alive and well, back at the warehouse. Anderea saved, presumed dead by all the right-people, a job well done. It was time to celebrate.
Langly just stared at her from the doorframe. He watched as she carefully stripped herself of the ink soaked tee shirt and jeans, tossing them to the side. She stood in the middle of her room, next to her bed, in only her bra and panties. He took in the site, feeling a bit like a peeping tom. Staring, watching without her knowing. He watched as her fingers lightly traced the red welts left on her stomach and under along her bottom rib by the bullets Fletcher had fired. She almost died. The thought made him shutter, and her too. He noticed her skin break into goose flesh and she wrapped her arms around herself. He watched her than slip out of her bra, noticing the ink splatters there and tossing it to the floor with the other two ruined articles, but at least she was alive. And the image of her effected him. He could feel his desire for her grow and strain against his pants.
She put her thumps into the waistband of her panties, to remove them, when he stepped in. Making his presence known, “No, allow me.”
She jumped a little at the surprise of him being there, but her nipples hardened at the prospect.
He moved close to her, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his interest into her back.
Pleased, she pressed herself harder against him.
His fingers smoothed over the abrasions, tracing them softly. Relishing in the shutters that his touch sent through her. He had turned her skin to goose flesh.
She tried to turn, desperate to taste him but his firm hold on her hips held her in place.
“Just let me,” he whispered into her ear, making sure to let his hot breath spread down her neck.
She nods at this.
His hands then start moving, starting as a caress. Slowly creeping up to message and squeeze her breasts; her nipples puckering for his attention, because of it and she let out a pleased moan.
He cherished his ability to make her react.
Kissing her neck he let his hands travel back down her body, softly and gently. Wanting badly to reach the only unexposed aspect of her. Instead his hands move lower, covering her upper thigh. His fingers fanned out over her thigh, circling toward her soft, inner thigh. His caress became harder as he pressed his throbbing cock against her back, harder.
Another moan escaped her.
He moved his fingers to their desired destination, licking his lips. They started tracing the waste band. Feeling the soft material over her soft skin he slid his hand down the front. Fingers stroking her lips through the thin fabric.
She reached back, wrapping her arms around his neck, reeling in the intense pleasure of his touch.
He kissed the arm that graced the side of his head. Teasing her more with the pressure of his fingers, breaking down his control along the way, and slipping under the fabric.
He moved his hand again, back to her hips, getting a disappointed groan in reply to his action.
“Just wait,” he whispered in her ear, smiling at his new game.
He hooked his thumbs into her panties, slowly pulling at them. She wiggled, helping him undress her, unable to keep waiting. They fell to the floor.
Now she stood naked, still in his control. He let his hands trace over her body again, this time without the small barrier of her panties.
“Please Ree,” her voice was raspy whisper.
Although he would love to tease her farther, he wanted her much more. And it was getting far too difficult to deny himself. He ached for her, in more ways than one. The events of the day played over in his head, he thought he lost her for good. He too almost died. He wrapped his arms around her again, this time in a tight, protective hug. His face nestled in her hair.
“Ree,” she noticed he had abandoned the game, “You okay?” her hands caressed the arms wrapped around her.
“Yeah,” his voice was shakier than before as he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her shampoo. This rejuvenated his arousal.
He moved his hands onto her hips again, this time to guide her over to the bed. She sat on the edge, patiently waiting for her next direction, the next move.
He stood over her, leaning down to kiss her lips, full and soft, but forceful. He held her face in both hands. She closed her eyes, falling into the touch and feel of his lips. Instinctively, she reached for the buttons of his jeans undoing them one by one as his tongue invaded her mouth.
They both moaned; him from the touch of her hand on his hot, throbbing flesh; her because of the pure pleasure of his attention.
His body covered hers. They had stripped him of his clothing, adding them to the pile of hers. Both bodies hot and flushed with arousal and anticipation. His hands travelling up and down her body again and his mouth did the same. Teasing her breast with his mouth and tongue. Making her moan more still.
“Please Ree,” she panted, she had to have him in her. Her body and heart ached for him.
His mouth engulfed hers again her in one great thrust. He too could not wait to be in her. They both groaned in pleasure. He slide in and out, picking up forced as she bucked her hips to meet him with each entrance.
Her mind had gone blurry. The room melted away, it was just him and her, in the middle of no where. Just their bodies, heat, passion and love. She could barely form his name in words, just sounds as the blood rushed through her body.
“Derea,” he moaned out her name, “God…I…love you.” His breathing erratic. He could feel his orgasm rushing through him as she tightened around him.
She cried out in a scream muffled only by biting into his shoulder and scratching across his back as she came. The bright, hot white light engulfed her as she crashed her head against the pillow.
It was only a split second later when he followed her over. One last thrust and he joined her in the physical bliss. His body, exhausted collapsed onto her.
They kissed again before settling on the bed. He brushed back the sweat soaked hair off her face and kissed her again, slowly and softly. She laid her head down, resting on his chest, contentedly listening to his heartbeat. The calming rhythm made her cry. She had almost lost everything.
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I seem to have this problem…I can’t just write smut, I also stick angst into it! I wonder what that says about me .*thinking *..ah well.
