Title: United
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Note: Tala/Bryan POV. I'd started this with Bryan and I've ended it with him.
Additional note: I wanted something different from the usual types of sex scenes, so I tried this. I hope I succeeded in my attempt.
Bryan's POV
I can't believe this! I'm sharing a room with Tala, and it only has one bed! Somebody up there hates me! Boris is out in the hall swearing like a champion! I could almost pity the idiot who booked our rooms, because Boris is torn between just shooting them, or burying them up to their neck in a red ant hill and pouring honey on them!
I would pity them, if I wasn't so busy trying to figure out how the hell I'm supposed to sleep in the same bed with that damn wolf and not jump him! Don't think about it! Do not think about it! Here we are outside of Russia for the first time, and I'm ready to go back to the Abbey, so fast people's heads would spin!
Look at him: over there on the bed bouncing up and down like some kid: his loose hair flying! Nope! I'm not leaving my nice safe seat by the window and come over to bounce with you! Nyet! No! Not a chance! I'm staying right here and try to ignore the naughty images that are parading through my brain. Damn Sasha and his gay porn magazine to the ninth circle of Hell, anyway! If he hadn't loaned it to me, I wouldn't be wondering whether Tal's a screamer, or would he just lay there and moan.
Think I'll read the brochure lying on the table, anything to keep from looking at that infernal wolf: who's finally stopped his blasted bouncing. Hmm, he's turned on the television and located one of those MuchMusic radio on tv stations and its playing something really slow. Think I'll peek and see what . . . HOLY SHIT! This is not happening!
I know my jaw is hanging open, because I can feel the drool running down my chin. Tala is swaying to the music and slowly taking his clothes off!
Dear God, he moves like silk sliding over marble! A long slender finger teases the zipper at his neck, as he keeps the beat with his hips and he slides his other hand down over his flat stomach and around to rest on his tight little buttock
He eases the zipper down just enough for me to get a glimpse of his left breast and a hint of a rosy circle. My mouth goes dry as he glances at me, sitting there frozen in my chair; the brochure falling from my slack fingers to land at my feet. A soft smile curves his lovely rose-colored lips, as he continues to weave his spell.
He uses the hand on his buttock to stroke the ripe globe before giving it a soft smack and sliding it back around to play with his waistband. He sways and turns his back to me and his shirt dips off one shoulder, and he casts me a smoldering look over it, while the shirt slides off the other shoulder and he gives me a good view of his half naked back.
Damn! Is the air conditioner broke: because suddenly the temperature in here has skyrocketed, and my pants have shrunk at least two sizes. The song changes to something at little faster than the previous number and Tala adapts to the change in tempo beautifully.
His shirt goes flying and he whirls, his chin lowers: as a challenge gleams from the sapphires that shine from under his bangs. He teases his nipples until they're tight little peaks, just begging to be licked and sucked.
One long finger finds its' way into his mouth and he moves it in and out, aping an act I'd dearly love to do with him! His long eyes flick over my obvious enjoyment of his performance and a truly evil smile crosses his lips and he falls onto the mattress to writhe on it like a cat begging to be petted; before he straightens and pulls himself across the bed on his stomach.
"Ah, Tal?" And I'm proud to say that my words didn't come out in a squeak. "Wouldn't that be more Rei's style?" Ohh, that is truly a wicked smile, and its making me decidedly nervous. The redhead slides from the bed and crawls onto my lap.
Oh, Jesus! He's taking my hands and putting them around him as he gently presses against me and leans in to nuzzle my hair, the tempting column of his throat scant inches from my lips. I begin to tremble as he delicately skims his lips over the skin of my temple and down my cheek: creating a trail of fire to my lips. His scent fills my lungs and the texture of his skin feels like the petal of a rose I touched once.
My world centers on the delicate touch of his lips as he whispers, "Make our dreams come true. Love me." Then, my brain shuts down as he kisses me.
Tala's POV
Boris is pissed! We've been forced to leave Russia to attend a tournament, and thanks to someone's screw-up, for at least one night, Ian and Spencer will be sharing a room, as will Bryan and I. Thank God, Boris will have his own room.
I am not going to waste this opportunity! So, look out, Bryan! If all goes well, tonight is the night we live out part of our dreams! First things first, let's test out that mattress and see how much abuse it'll take. Don't want the bed to break down in the middle of anything.
I settle on the side of the bed and kick off my shoes and yank off my socks, then I scoot to the middle of the bed and begin to bounce. Phfft; hair is nasty tasting stuff! Since Bry doesn't like my old look, I'd thought I'd try wearing it hanging around my shoulders. Stupid falcon hasn't said a word about it!
Look at him sitting over there by the window! When he could be over here! Damn bonehead. Think I'll invite him over to bounce with me. Heh, yeah, bounce-right. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll bounce right into my arms. Yeah, right. Which planet am I on?
Kuznetsov, are your pants glued to that damn chair? What do you mean-no! All right, you stubborn son of a Moscow mule, you asked for it. I didn't spend hours learning how to dance to increase my natural sense of rhythm for nothing! Although, I'm pretty sure my teachers never meant for me to use it to seduce a teammate. But, this is war! And all's fair, blah, blah.
Look at him! Hiding behind a brochure of some kind! Grrr, just you wait! Now, if I can just find . . .perfect! I've heard of MuchMusic from one of the guards, so let's see what we can find. Ooh, "Wind beneath my wings", I heard this once and it'll fit into my plans perfectly.
I pick up the beat with my hips and begin to sway, my eyes never leaving the boy by the table.
YES! Oh, that look is just too perfect! I've got you right where I want you, my pretty falcon, just keep your eyes on me. I promise I'll make this a night to remember for both of us.
I play with the zipper at my throat, while I draw my other hand down over my taut stomach and around to rest on my left buttock. Tauntingly, I draw the zipper of my shirt down just enough to give him a look at my chest. Bry's eyes are riveted on me, and he's dropped the bits of paper he had been hiding behind, now to turn up the heat.
I stroke my bottom and give it a soft smack, and then use that hand to play with the waistband of my pants. Keeping to the beat, I sway until my back is to Bry, and then I pulled the zipper all the way down, and begin to slip my left shoulder out of the shirt. I look over my now naked shoulder, and my eyes blaze at what I see. Bryan has the most incredible look on his face, one of desire and yearning.
Soon, babe, soon, I'll wipe away that yearning look and grant you all your desires. I ease out of the other shoulder and give Bry a good look at my back. A new song comes on and I strip off my shirt and send it flying, not really caring where it landed. Spinning, I lower my chin and use my eyes to issue a challenge to my prayed for lover.
My eyes never leave Bry's face, as I tease and torment my nipples until they're so tight, they hurt! Then, I playfully begin to suck on my forefinger and move it in and out of my mouth. I let my eyes drift lower, and I can't stop the smile that spreads over my face. Ohh, he's definitely ready for some action! Such a nice view: my love. And in just a few moments, I hope to see it without anything between it and me!
I fall on the bed and begin to squirm and twist, showing myself off. Rolling onto my stomach, I begin to pull myself towards the holder of my heart. The look on his face is simply priceless! Finally, since I started my dance, he says something. Rei, what does Rei have to do with . . .? Ah, I get it. Now, why would a smile make you shiver?
I slide from the bed and crawl up on your lap. Such wide eyes, my jewel. I take your unresisting hands and slid them around my waist, as I press against you and lean forward so I can smell your hair. I love the scent of your hair, there's just something airy and clean about it. Tearing myself from the soft strands of your locks, I skim my lips over your temple and cheek, barely tasting you, as I reach your far too tempting mouth.
Just before I cover his lips with mine, I whisper to him, "make our dreams come true. Love me." And then I kiss him and fell into heaven.
Bryan's POV
With Tala still attached to my mouth, I lift him and carry him the two steps to the bed and lay him down. Pulling away from his silky lips, I gaze down at him, and gently stroke a pale cheek with the back of my hand.
He grasps my hand and kisses it, and I gasp, as his tongue tastes the calluses on my palm. "Baby," I breathe, as I lean down and kiss him. He's burying his hands in my hair and I suck at his bottom lip and run my tongue over the sweet bit of flesh, and he opens to me.
Oh, God, he tastes so sweet! His tongue is sun-warmed velvet and it plays so eagerly with mine! My tongue explores his mouth, learning and memorizing every little bump and crevice. How wet he is and how delicious. Needing to breath; I reluctantly release his mouth.
Panting slightly, I stand between his thighs and stare down at him. The sight of him lying there sends the blood pounding through my veins. He wiggles back from me to settle into the middle of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Clothes." he whispers, as he arches his hips enough to rid himself of his pants, and as he tosses them aside, my eyes feast on his naked beauty. My eyes widen as I realize that he had gone commando that day. Feverishly, I strip off my clothes and join him on the bed. He lays back and I straddle him, leaning down until our foreheads touch.
He laughs softly, the light of triumph in his eyes. I draw in a deep breath of the scent of his skin: a tantalizing aroma of earth and moss: forest greenery and winter coolness. Is it possible that some of Tala's scent is a gift from Wolborg? And has Falborg gifted me, similarly?
"Love you." Our voices blend, as we clutch each other and our mouths mate together. Our hands sought and found each place that brought out a sweet gasp or moan from the one being touched.
Moving down the beautiful body that surrendered itself to me, I kiss each of his little buds and suck them, wringing a soft cry from his lovely lips. Moving slowly was torture, but I so wanted Tala to understand how much this meant to me.
That we were finally together; even if it were only for this one night. And no one, not Boris, not Voltaire, no one would ever be able to take it from us. I wanted, no, I needed for him to understand how much I loved him. And for the sake of that love, I ignore the ache in my loins, so I can prepare him for our joining.
We've both known only harsh touches and uncaring use of our bodies, but I swear in my soul, that he will never know such pain from my hands.
So, I worship every inch of him that I can reach and let his body tell me what it found pleasurable. I will never hear a sweeter song than the cries that glorious youth utters, as I move ever lower, until I finally lick the drop of dew from the crown of his member.
His mouth opens in a silent cry, as I engulf him and suck, bite and hum. He thrashes and heaves to meet each of my downward bobs and I grip his hips to hold him still. His protest is a desperate cry of my name. Upon hearing that wild cry, I can do nothing but release him, so I can crush my lips against his.
My wild wolf takes me by surprise and flips me to my back and before I can stop him, he impales himself on me, and begins to ride me. I can't hold back a cry, thrusting up to meet him as he comes down.
Neither of us lasts long with this much pleasure humming and surging through us, and with cries of each other's names, we collapse in a tangle of arms, legs, sweat and seed. Ignoring the state he's in, my wonderful, beautiful Tala slides off me to curl at my side and falls asleep: a smile on his face.
Is it possible to die of joy? If so, then if I die tonight, I'll go happily. I gather my angel into my arms and fumbling for the clean half of the bedspread, I pull it over us and drift off to join him in whatever he's dreaming.
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Note: Tala/Bryan POV. I'd started this with Bryan and I've ended it with him.
Additional note: I wanted something different from the usual types of sex scenes, so I tried this. I hope I succeeded in my attempt.
Bryan's POV
I can't believe this! I'm sharing a room with Tala, and it only has one bed! Somebody up there hates me! Boris is out in the hall swearing like a champion! I could almost pity the idiot who booked our rooms, because Boris is torn between just shooting them, or burying them up to their neck in a red ant hill and pouring honey on them!
I would pity them, if I wasn't so busy trying to figure out how the hell I'm supposed to sleep in the same bed with that damn wolf and not jump him! Don't think about it! Do not think about it! Here we are outside of Russia for the first time, and I'm ready to go back to the Abbey, so fast people's heads would spin!
Look at him: over there on the bed bouncing up and down like some kid: his loose hair flying! Nope! I'm not leaving my nice safe seat by the window and come over to bounce with you! Nyet! No! Not a chance! I'm staying right here and try to ignore the naughty images that are parading through my brain. Damn Sasha and his gay porn magazine to the ninth circle of Hell, anyway! If he hadn't loaned it to me, I wouldn't be wondering whether Tal's a screamer, or would he just lay there and moan.
Think I'll read the brochure lying on the table, anything to keep from looking at that infernal wolf: who's finally stopped his blasted bouncing. Hmm, he's turned on the television and located one of those MuchMusic radio on tv stations and its playing something really slow. Think I'll peek and see what . . . HOLY SHIT! This is not happening!
I know my jaw is hanging open, because I can feel the drool running down my chin. Tala is swaying to the music and slowly taking his clothes off!
Dear God, he moves like silk sliding over marble! A long slender finger teases the zipper at his neck, as he keeps the beat with his hips and he slides his other hand down over his flat stomach and around to rest on his tight little buttock
He eases the zipper down just enough for me to get a glimpse of his left breast and a hint of a rosy circle. My mouth goes dry as he glances at me, sitting there frozen in my chair; the brochure falling from my slack fingers to land at my feet. A soft smile curves his lovely rose-colored lips, as he continues to weave his spell.
He uses the hand on his buttock to stroke the ripe globe before giving it a soft smack and sliding it back around to play with his waistband. He sways and turns his back to me and his shirt dips off one shoulder, and he casts me a smoldering look over it, while the shirt slides off the other shoulder and he gives me a good view of his half naked back.
Damn! Is the air conditioner broke: because suddenly the temperature in here has skyrocketed, and my pants have shrunk at least two sizes. The song changes to something at little faster than the previous number and Tala adapts to the change in tempo beautifully.
His shirt goes flying and he whirls, his chin lowers: as a challenge gleams from the sapphires that shine from under his bangs. He teases his nipples until they're tight little peaks, just begging to be licked and sucked.
One long finger finds its' way into his mouth and he moves it in and out, aping an act I'd dearly love to do with him! His long eyes flick over my obvious enjoyment of his performance and a truly evil smile crosses his lips and he falls onto the mattress to writhe on it like a cat begging to be petted; before he straightens and pulls himself across the bed on his stomach.
"Ah, Tal?" And I'm proud to say that my words didn't come out in a squeak. "Wouldn't that be more Rei's style?" Ohh, that is truly a wicked smile, and its making me decidedly nervous. The redhead slides from the bed and crawls onto my lap.
Oh, Jesus! He's taking my hands and putting them around him as he gently presses against me and leans in to nuzzle my hair, the tempting column of his throat scant inches from my lips. I begin to tremble as he delicately skims his lips over the skin of my temple and down my cheek: creating a trail of fire to my lips. His scent fills my lungs and the texture of his skin feels like the petal of a rose I touched once.
My world centers on the delicate touch of his lips as he whispers, "Make our dreams come true. Love me." Then, my brain shuts down as he kisses me.
Tala's POV
Boris is pissed! We've been forced to leave Russia to attend a tournament, and thanks to someone's screw-up, for at least one night, Ian and Spencer will be sharing a room, as will Bryan and I. Thank God, Boris will have his own room.
I am not going to waste this opportunity! So, look out, Bryan! If all goes well, tonight is the night we live out part of our dreams! First things first, let's test out that mattress and see how much abuse it'll take. Don't want the bed to break down in the middle of anything.
I settle on the side of the bed and kick off my shoes and yank off my socks, then I scoot to the middle of the bed and begin to bounce. Phfft; hair is nasty tasting stuff! Since Bry doesn't like my old look, I'd thought I'd try wearing it hanging around my shoulders. Stupid falcon hasn't said a word about it!
Look at him sitting over there by the window! When he could be over here! Damn bonehead. Think I'll invite him over to bounce with me. Heh, yeah, bounce-right. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll bounce right into my arms. Yeah, right. Which planet am I on?
Kuznetsov, are your pants glued to that damn chair? What do you mean-no! All right, you stubborn son of a Moscow mule, you asked for it. I didn't spend hours learning how to dance to increase my natural sense of rhythm for nothing! Although, I'm pretty sure my teachers never meant for me to use it to seduce a teammate. But, this is war! And all's fair, blah, blah.
Look at him! Hiding behind a brochure of some kind! Grrr, just you wait! Now, if I can just find . . .perfect! I've heard of MuchMusic from one of the guards, so let's see what we can find. Ooh, "Wind beneath my wings", I heard this once and it'll fit into my plans perfectly.
I pick up the beat with my hips and begin to sway, my eyes never leaving the boy by the table.
YES! Oh, that look is just too perfect! I've got you right where I want you, my pretty falcon, just keep your eyes on me. I promise I'll make this a night to remember for both of us.
I play with the zipper at my throat, while I draw my other hand down over my taut stomach and around to rest on my left buttock. Tauntingly, I draw the zipper of my shirt down just enough to give him a look at my chest. Bry's eyes are riveted on me, and he's dropped the bits of paper he had been hiding behind, now to turn up the heat.
I stroke my bottom and give it a soft smack, and then use that hand to play with the waistband of my pants. Keeping to the beat, I sway until my back is to Bry, and then I pulled the zipper all the way down, and begin to slip my left shoulder out of the shirt. I look over my now naked shoulder, and my eyes blaze at what I see. Bryan has the most incredible look on his face, one of desire and yearning.
Soon, babe, soon, I'll wipe away that yearning look and grant you all your desires. I ease out of the other shoulder and give Bry a good look at my back. A new song comes on and I strip off my shirt and send it flying, not really caring where it landed. Spinning, I lower my chin and use my eyes to issue a challenge to my prayed for lover.
My eyes never leave Bry's face, as I tease and torment my nipples until they're so tight, they hurt! Then, I playfully begin to suck on my forefinger and move it in and out of my mouth. I let my eyes drift lower, and I can't stop the smile that spreads over my face. Ohh, he's definitely ready for some action! Such a nice view: my love. And in just a few moments, I hope to see it without anything between it and me!
I fall on the bed and begin to squirm and twist, showing myself off. Rolling onto my stomach, I begin to pull myself towards the holder of my heart. The look on his face is simply priceless! Finally, since I started my dance, he says something. Rei, what does Rei have to do with . . .? Ah, I get it. Now, why would a smile make you shiver?
I slide from the bed and crawl up on your lap. Such wide eyes, my jewel. I take your unresisting hands and slid them around my waist, as I press against you and lean forward so I can smell your hair. I love the scent of your hair, there's just something airy and clean about it. Tearing myself from the soft strands of your locks, I skim my lips over your temple and cheek, barely tasting you, as I reach your far too tempting mouth.
Just before I cover his lips with mine, I whisper to him, "make our dreams come true. Love me." And then I kiss him and fell into heaven.
Bryan's POV
With Tala still attached to my mouth, I lift him and carry him the two steps to the bed and lay him down. Pulling away from his silky lips, I gaze down at him, and gently stroke a pale cheek with the back of my hand.
He grasps my hand and kisses it, and I gasp, as his tongue tastes the calluses on my palm. "Baby," I breathe, as I lean down and kiss him. He's burying his hands in my hair and I suck at his bottom lip and run my tongue over the sweet bit of flesh, and he opens to me.
Oh, God, he tastes so sweet! His tongue is sun-warmed velvet and it plays so eagerly with mine! My tongue explores his mouth, learning and memorizing every little bump and crevice. How wet he is and how delicious. Needing to breath; I reluctantly release his mouth.
Panting slightly, I stand between his thighs and stare down at him. The sight of him lying there sends the blood pounding through my veins. He wiggles back from me to settle into the middle of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Clothes." he whispers, as he arches his hips enough to rid himself of his pants, and as he tosses them aside, my eyes feast on his naked beauty. My eyes widen as I realize that he had gone commando that day. Feverishly, I strip off my clothes and join him on the bed. He lays back and I straddle him, leaning down until our foreheads touch.
He laughs softly, the light of triumph in his eyes. I draw in a deep breath of the scent of his skin: a tantalizing aroma of earth and moss: forest greenery and winter coolness. Is it possible that some of Tala's scent is a gift from Wolborg? And has Falborg gifted me, similarly?
"Love you." Our voices blend, as we clutch each other and our mouths mate together. Our hands sought and found each place that brought out a sweet gasp or moan from the one being touched.
Moving down the beautiful body that surrendered itself to me, I kiss each of his little buds and suck them, wringing a soft cry from his lovely lips. Moving slowly was torture, but I so wanted Tala to understand how much this meant to me.
That we were finally together; even if it were only for this one night. And no one, not Boris, not Voltaire, no one would ever be able to take it from us. I wanted, no, I needed for him to understand how much I loved him. And for the sake of that love, I ignore the ache in my loins, so I can prepare him for our joining.
We've both known only harsh touches and uncaring use of our bodies, but I swear in my soul, that he will never know such pain from my hands.
So, I worship every inch of him that I can reach and let his body tell me what it found pleasurable. I will never hear a sweeter song than the cries that glorious youth utters, as I move ever lower, until I finally lick the drop of dew from the crown of his member.
His mouth opens in a silent cry, as I engulf him and suck, bite and hum. He thrashes and heaves to meet each of my downward bobs and I grip his hips to hold him still. His protest is a desperate cry of my name. Upon hearing that wild cry, I can do nothing but release him, so I can crush my lips against his.
My wild wolf takes me by surprise and flips me to my back and before I can stop him, he impales himself on me, and begins to ride me. I can't hold back a cry, thrusting up to meet him as he comes down.
Neither of us lasts long with this much pleasure humming and surging through us, and with cries of each other's names, we collapse in a tangle of arms, legs, sweat and seed. Ignoring the state he's in, my wonderful, beautiful Tala slides off me to curl at my side and falls asleep: a smile on his face.
Is it possible to die of joy? If so, then if I die tonight, I'll go happily. I gather my angel into my arms and fumbling for the clean half of the bedspread, I pull it over us and drift off to join him in whatever he's dreaming.