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When he moved next, responding to her question, she inhaled through her mouth. She thought he had been well placed within her before, but as he lifted himself upward and towards the edge of the bed, her knees spread and he pushed somehow further inward. Her lips parted and she momentarily tipped her forehead against his own to somehow ground herself to the moment and press back against the suddenly sharp angle.

He was up on his feet in the next moment and she assumed she could blame his perfect control on being ‘over sixty percent bionic’. She could appreciate that fact the fine precision it allowed him. She crossed her ankles at his lower back and steadied herself with her fingertips pressing into his shoulders. Each step he took, regardless of how securely he held her, or how carefully he moved, rubbed his body against every sensitive point of her own and she couldn’t help but steal another hungry kiss that he reciprocated without missing a beat.

Firm pressure, cool against her upper back had her breaking back away, somewhat taking into account their location in his room. He tilted back slightly at the wait, and a hand tugged at drew circles against her breast, and then he rolled his hips. Her head tipped back against the door and she focused on the physical sensations, every single one of them from her crossed ankles, her heel against a perfect cheek, his thumb nearly overstimulating her nipple, and his hips seeking a rhythmic pace between her thighs.

Fingers about her wrist drew her back and she watched him set her palm against the center of his chest, his hand flattening against the back of her own as though to press every nerve receptor in her own against him to better feel. His heart beat wildly against the back of his ribs, enough so she half expected it to leap through them and out into her hand. Human. She didn’t care about his genetics, the evolutionary quirk that marked him mutant, all she appreciated was this, him, the feel of his heart thrumming wildly. That she helped bring him to that point, beyond the machine everyone assumed him for. A sharper thrust drew a startled gasp from her and his pulse skipped.

The sound of his name beyond the door had her flexing her abdominal muscles to draw her forward slightly, expecting him to pause, and she slid her free hand around the back of his neck. But he didn’t change pace, didn’t hesitate, didn’t give any indication that he planned to respond to the call. She managed to whimper half his name before his mouth was on hers, swallowing any sound she could possibly conjure when a knock resounded just behind her, sending a subtle vibration against her skin. When the voice beckoned again, she opened her eyes and found him looking at her, their mouths still sealed, and she moaned against his tongue pressing to hers.

It was…oddly exciting, the prospect of being caught. And in the moment, she could careless if anyone knew. For the moment, everything about her centered one and around him, and the heart still rapping wildly against her palm.

He released her lips and she squeaked when he shifted once more, changing the angle, changing the pace. She worked to meet him, clenching her thighs as heat pooled in her lower abdomen and the familiar tingle at the base of her spine heralded the climbing end. She tried to fight it back, tried to short circuit her body’s race to the finish line, not ready to let it end, not ready to let him go. It seemed the attempt to do so, however, simply baited the sensation closer still.

Both syllables that comprised his name pushed between her lips when her muscles started to clench. She was caught between leaning back or forward and opted to let her shoulders against the door behind her as heat flooded through every channel. “Oh god,” she stuttered as she came and fluttered around him. “You’re…” she arched her lower back to meet his continued motions, “it’s so good.” Her eyes rolled shut and she let herself drown in the sensation. Normally her body achieved what it sought and she returned to her skin enough to shift gears, but all she wanted to do was float in the wake.

She pushed her hand that was not against his chest down the front of her body until her thumb swiped the tight bundle of nerves just above where he still slid in and out of her, and built herself back up quickly enough to chase the sensation once more. She rotated her pelvis against him, trying to allow him deeper as she mimicked his previous action and guided his hand against the center of her chest as she came apart the second time. “Come for me.” She whispered as she opened her eyes once more. “Please.”

They were doing that again. She didn’t care if it was in bed, against a door, spread out on one of his tables, it didn’t matter where. But it was happening again, that was all there was to it. In ten minutes, in ten hours, in ten days, there was going to be a repeat, and then another repeat. Because, “you feel so good.” Her thoughts bled into words.
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Was he drunk? Jaxon wondered if now the alcohol had truly found its way into the human side of his body. Tunnel vision, focussed only on the woman in front of him, secured between his body and the door. She went along for every bit of the way, matching his pace or beating out a new one for him. And Jax found himself responding in much the same fashion.

Her legs around him held her fast and Jaxon could feel her thighs clenching against his side. Jaxon knew that she was basically trapped in her position. There was not much she could do to stop the steady way towards the peak. Even the shifting of their angle could only ever last temporarily as Jaxon was basically dictating that angle. He was not forcing anything on her, he simple knew the best angle, knew how to properly support her in this position.

And he wanted to see her come. Curiosity was teasing him, driving forward his rhythm. He could tell that she was trying to buy time. And Jax wondered whether she thought that he was really ready to finish this encounter so soon. There could be another round, and another. The night had not even properly begun yet. He was certainly hoping that his bed would be occupied by two people tonight rather than just him alone or no one at all.

Then his name slipped past her lips, and Jaxon drank in the sight. One of his hands still beneath her backside, he had pushed the other one up against the door next to her. He did now need to steady himself as well. The arousal was sweeping through him, like a wave ever pushing forward and driving the current higher and higher. He had a bit to go, but his sense of balance was not as rock solid as it had been half an hour ago.

To see her like this and to know that he had done it to her … was still doing it to her. Jaxon’s hips had never ceased their motions. Over and over, he pushed himself into her, feeling small beads of sweat on his shoulders just as they glistened on her chest, between her breasts. Jaxon slowed his pace a little, continuing the pace with less strength, less drive. Elise was in the aftermath, and with a smile on his face he watched her.

The hand against the door came down to push renegade strands of brown hair out of her face, tuck them behind her ears, run his thumb across her lips. “Beautiful”, he whispered. For a moment, the hand came to rest on hers as it still sat there on his chest. Still it puzzled him to find anyone so interested in his human side, to appreciate the beating of his heart… of the things the very human parts of his body could do.

What happened then was mesmerising almost more so than seeing her come undone. Elise’s had vanished between them, and Jax slowed his rhythm yet. It took him a moment to realise what she was doing. Apparently, Elise Hartley was not done with anything just yet either. Jaxon gasped, his eyes rolling back for a moment with appreciation. “Again …” he whispered, muscles working hard to regain the previous rhythm. It took so little time for her to come apart a second time.

He cursed under his breath, his knees almost buckling when her body once more tipped over that ledge. Jaxon’s hand mimicked the position and sprawl of hers. He could feel her heart skipping a beat or two first and then hammering in her chest. He leaned in, lips locking over hers as he drank in the sounds of her climax. Then he let her come up for air, and looked into her opening eyes.

Elise’s words were like another glass half full of whiskey going straight to his head. Jaxon gulped, took a moment to breath and then lifted her away from the door. There were certainly more interesting ideas about where to continue than his bed but Jaxon found none of them acceptable. He wanted her close, in his arms. Of course it occurred to him that he did not even know whether he could come at all. For one, he was certain he could not pro-create. That, however, did not mean that a climax was impossible. He had had them before.

Jaxon carried her back to his bed, stepping up the small elevation to it, and gently setting her down onto her back – his own body never relinquishing its position against her. Like this, it was easy to change the angle, pull her legs up further to tip her pelvis further against him and allow for him to shift deeper.

One hand reached down, hooking in under her knee to pull it further towards his shoulders. The other hand was now underneath her. Jaxon’s lips claimed hers again. These kisses were strengthening that feeling that he was indeed drunk. She tasted like a lazy summer night, the sun and whiskey. Some mixture he could not further pinpoint, but that had a certain effect on him. He slowed his rhythm, drew out every roll of his hips to push deep and savour the feeling. The warmth and the way her body would so easily draw him in.

The wave slowly rose, heat spreading outward from his center. The moans were coming regularly now as he let her body push him farther and farther. He broke the kiss, pushing his forehead to hers. His lips were parted as each thrust was accompanied by vocal proof that he was drawing near to fulfilling her wish. His eyes half-open, his gaze never left her.

Not far, not far, he kept telling himself until he eventually noticed that he had to let go.

Jaxon exhaled, and did. He pushed away the last additional control his bionics gave him and it was enough to let the wave part, push up and sweep him under. The moan was loud and liberating. A wild shiver raced through him, as he pushed his pelvis against hers in a final, deep thrust. “Lis …”, her name came across his lips as a whisper. He sounded hoarse. His heart was racing wildly and he could feel the sweat on his shoulders and back. A thin sheen that was sending additional shivers across inked skin.

He did not move, remained completely still when his forehead had once more settled against hers. Jaxon blinked, focussing on Elise’s face.

Smiling, he brought the hand that had held up her leg forward, fingers gently stroking the curve of her chin up along her jaw. He stole a gentle and soft kiss from her lips. “Are you okay?” he asked, then instantly shifted gears and smiled at her. “That was hot …”
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Her body hummed and went lax in his arms as he drew her away from the door he had pushed her up against. Back tightly wound against his body, perspiration slickening his skin, and he was still so hard within her. What she had requested, she wanted it. She wanted to watch it happen, feel happen, know how human he was, because the promise of it was staring back at her through his eyes.

Her back settled against the soft embrace of his bed once more and she let him rearrange her legs about him how he wanted. Her right was hiked up high against his side, the left more so until he folded it in half and braced her knee against shoulder. It bowed her lower back and allowed him to push in seemingly further than he had managed when he had her flush to the door. She moaned and then bit her lip hard when he settled once more against her, and then found his eyes searching her face before he took up the quickened rhythm once more.

He sought her mouth again and she welcomed the assault.

She pushed her hands through his hair, her skin acknowledging the damp nature to his shorter strands, the heels of her palms settling against the sides of his neck to hold him. It was a fight to keep her eyes on him when her body wanted to close them to reroute her focus in order to better feel him, to savor every drawn out moment for however long it continued.

The sound of a splintered version of her name as he withdrew his lips from her had the grip behind his ears tightening. No one had called her that in a very long time. He pressed his forehead to hers and pushed his body harder. She recognized it finally for what it was, his moans huffing against her chin as he worked himself closer, tighter, and she clenched herself around him, tipped her pelvis the small degree that she could locked so securely in his hold.

The sounds he made and the look on his face when it finally happened…she could have spent minutes there, drawing it out. His brows tipped ever so slightly upward, the inner corners of his eyes pinched gently, and his perfect lips parted just enough for a flash of white teeth and pink tongue. A bead of sweat drew a quick line down the center of his throat, pooling in the suprasternal notch. Machines didn’t sweat or breathe or flush so beautifully.

She smiled when he asked if she was all right. Better than, she wanted to assure him. Then his lips tugged wide into a grin and she couldn’t help the chuckle in response to the comment about it being hot. “Well, you’re hot.” She stroked her thumb along his hairline to his ear. “That part helps a little.” He was so physically perfect, she wondered if he had always been that way, or if he had been designed to be so. Parts of him were unaltered, surely, stillhim and she appreciated everything he had shown her, let her feel, let her see.

“I wasn’t sure if you knew how to smile.” Hers broadened once more and she drew her thumb away from his temple and down to trace his lower lip. “You should do it more.” She lifted her head just enough to swipe the tip of her nose against his before settling back once more. “Or is it part of a charm program to keep me here and bait me back?” Because if it was, it worked plenty on her. She did and could definitely want more.
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The aftermath. He felt fatigued and refreshed all at once. His mind had trouble sorting through the emotions. Was it the bionic side being roused? The one that needed to analyse, needed to assess and confirm. Jaxon once more went through all the switches that put all of those protocols on stand-by. It was not time to ask questions, it was time to just … bask.

Her words made him chuckle, and he pushed his tongue out and let it run across the center of his lower lip. “Is that so?” he asked rhetorically. It was a question that needed, wanted no answer. Jaxon tipped his head slightly, leaning into her touch. There it was again. That underlying craving for more. More of this – this tough, this situation, being this close, smiling like this, holding her like this. More.

Jaxon sighed contently and his eyelids fluttered a little when she drew her thumb from his temple to his lower lips. The touch was electrifying and her words seemed to ensure his smile would stay in place. She was right, smiling was usually not something Jaxon was known for. He reported and analysed. He catalogued and stored. He calculated. None of those things required friendliness or socialising. His role in the community was not a social one.

Elise’s nose nudged the tip of his. “Not a single program running”, he murmured, and an odd sense of nervousness wanted to push to the surface. Shyness? Jaxon rejected the idea. Did he even know how to be that? Then again, it felt like Elise had pulled away the mask and was no looking at whatever face – warts and all – lay underneath. “But I was hoping you would spend the night. I can work on my charm, but I was hoping promise of … an encore, pizza as a midnight snack and breakfast in the morning would be enough good arguments.”

Jaxon shifted his weight to one shoulder, leaning down to kiss her again. While his body would need a moment to recharge, Jaxon’s mind was already a few steps ahead. He sought her mouth with his lips, leaving no doubt that his hunger had only just awoken.

When he let her come up for air, he found her lips pink, the skin flushed. “More”, he whispered against her lips, before he gently disentangled himself. Reaching down, Jaxon took Elise’s hand, slowly pulling her to her feet and then along with him.

In the rear section of the bedroom, was a second door, hidden behind a closet. Behind it lay his own bathroom. Small, but clean. It had a shower. Jaxon regarded having his own shower cabin quite as a bit of luxury. He picked a fresh towel from the pile and set it down on the rim of the sink. Opening the shower cabin door, he ran the water, waited for a few moments for it to turn warm then he stepped aside. All this time he had had Elise’s hand in his and now he guided her ahead to take the lead.

Following her in, he shut the door behind himself.

He let his hands run down the length of her back, before cupping the firm swell of her behind. His fingers gently dug into the skin. He pulled her flush against him, the water raining down onto them. He bent his neck down as he his mouth once more sought hers.
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“Hmm.” She bit her lip even as she smiled. “Are you asking me to spend the night?” And oh, the promised ideas he posed her. “I didn’t bring my jammies with.”

Barely s a smirk as he shifted himself to the left, using his upper arm for support as he dove in towards her mouth, and she readily welcomed him. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, something simple, something warmer, something slow and languid. That was not what she received. His kiss was still insistent, still hungry, still baiting her in to replying in kind. She opened her mouth further and pressed back against him, let her fingers press into the skin of his other arm. She could stay that way for a long time, she knew she could. And it still somewhat brought her around gasping, even when he drew back and allowed her to breathe.

This was not what she had perceived the first time that Paige had somewhat introduced her to him. She had simply gestured to him and given her his name to identify him. The second time there had been a handful of words because Gabriel had created the basis for the discussion. Both times he had looked at her as nonchalant as any random person he might have passed on the street and she had wondered about the mind that ticked away inside of his head. Paige had only been so forthcoming.

Warmth drew away as he rolled himself up and off of her, and she made motion to protest when he took her hand and pulled her upward. He obviously did not get how the whole basking in the glow afterward worked. You were supposed to stay put.

As he tugged her along behind him through his room, through another set of tightly spaced doors, she let her eyes wander across the map of him. Everything about him was seemingly so perfectly made, so perfectly molded and kept. She had already had her fill of him nude, of the expressions he could make, of the sounds and words his voice constructed just for her. She let her eyes trail over the solid black lines that interwove together to create multiple pieces of art permanently affixed to his skin. She wondered if they were before or after his time with the SGF. Surely, a program that had altered him to be the perfect being to infiltrate would have frowned on anything marking him an individual.

The wound of water against tile had her tugging her focus upward and around him as he reached into a shower stall and turned the faucet. Ah, she had wondered when he had tugged her along to without letting her dress.

“Is this meant to be an indirect way of implying that I smell?” She asked as he guided her in before him.

He didn’t offer a direct answer, though, and instead turned her to face him and pressed his hands into her skin. With the splash of the shower to slicken her skin once more, the trail his palms slid from her shoulder blades down her back to cup her tightly against him was a fluid one. The motion caught her somewhat off guard, parting her lips to ask him…something, when he took the opportunity to use the opening for his own ends, slating his mouth against hers.

She wondered if she would be able to keep up with him.

God he was so tall. She was going to need to wear heels more often or something. Yet he bent to meet her or lifted her as he had in the other room earlier, constantly altering himself to accommodate her. And she wasn’t even that short.

“I think…” she huffed when she drew back for a breath, “that you’re supposed to get clean in the shower.” Her eyes slid down away from his towards his lips, then his neck and chest. “But when you kiss me like that, all I can think about is all the dirty things I want to do.” Her to him, him to her. She had been removed from so many people for so long, that suddenly finding herself in Jaxon’s direct focus was like walking out of a drought and into a deep and unending sea.

She remembered the face he made when she had stood over him, the strangled sound he had made when she had dragged her tongue up the entire length of him, and she was nibbling at her lip. She set her hands on his hips and leaned in for a nibble at his lower lip before she dropped, sliding herself down the front of his body until she was on her knees. She peered up at him, hands still fast on his ridiculously cut hipbones, and then she leaned forward to press her lips to the inside of his thigh before she shifted her focus to the part of him that bobbed slightly and she licked slowly from tip to base as his body seemed to shift gears and focus energy and blood to the point of contact.

When he was somewhat filled out, she kissed her way back towards the end and lipped at it for a moment, then wrapped her lips fully around the head. A short little moan of appreciation and then she pushed further. That he didn’t seem completely recharged to go made it so much easier to slide further and take more of him deeper as she disengaged her reflex to gag. She moaned again around him as she withdrew and when she smiled at her own thoughts, the blunts edges of her teeth ghosted his skin. Replacing her lips accordingly, she slid back down once more.
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Jaxon grinned. Was he indicating she smelled? Definitely not. If anything, she smelled like him, like sex. And it was a smell that he liked, hoped to put back on her later. Maybe … maybe the shower was just a little detour to have an excuse to do it all again. Jaxon mused over the why. Possibly a habit from life with the bionics. He was used to always look for the cause.

Was it the alcohol? Or the fact that he had pushed all the subroutines usually running in his mind and all the access points where he jacked into the security system pushed as far to the back as possible. For all intents and purposes, he was human. Well, he had never stopped being human. Had he not?

“First, you do not smell”, he finally responded when her eyes trailed down his body after the kiss shared in the shower. “Not in any unpleasant kind of way anyway. And second, dirty is not the word I would use.” But he much shared the same sentiment. Having her close to him without the barriers of clothes between them, getting to kiss her – it felt like he suddenly wanted to catch up on the things he had not done in so long. Right now. And with her. Only with her.

Her hands found his hips and he inhaled with an appreciative smile at the re-established touch. The nibble on his lip was gentle but as much a tease as it was a promise. Jaxon found himself holding his breath as she slid down. When his mind registered what she was about to do, his breath stuttered. Both his hands came up and he pushed them, palms flat, against the wall in front of him. His eyes slid shut in reflex as the sensation shot upward and through his body. A small ‘oh’ that wanted to become an ‘ah’ escaped his lips when he felt her lips against his inner thigh. Tease he wanted to say but he could not form the word.

Her tongue drew every ability to speak out of him for the moment. That sensation chased a sheen of goosebumps across his back. He let his head drop forward, eyes remained closed, as he simply savoured the feeling. His entire body reduced to .. this. He wanted to feel, again, all those things she could make him feel.

Why had it taken him an awful afternoon and way more whiskey than he should have had to realise all the things this woman was capable of?

His body’s reaction was instantly. His body did not take that much downtime – even if he was not instantly back to full performance. While not built for this kind of endeavour, the engineers had certainly not excluded the option. Another shiver, a small moan on his lips. What she was doing was making him weak in the knees. Jaxon was surprised. It was this easy to put him on unsteady footing? Well, for her anyway.

The sensation coiled in the depths of his loins, slowly but ever so surely. Bit by bit it reduced his ability to focus on anything but the woman putting soft lips to amazing use. It was warm and soft, a sensation beckoning him to just let himself be drawn under.

And he did when Elise’s lips fully wrapped around him. A gasp broke out of him and Jaxon leaned forward as he put a lower arm against the wall and pressed his forehead against his own skin. His eyes closed and his lips parted, he felt the magnificent tension build. It was like a light gaining power, shooting tendrils of stars showers through him. Jaxon could feel it everywhere. His gaze was turned inwards completely as he let the physical side, his human side, once more take over.

It felt so incredibly good. Each time she let him disappear into her mouth, Jaxon exhaled with a moan. The world around him fell away as he let himself feel only the warm water around them and the woman sitting between his feet. The idea alone would have driven him mad after before – but now, to have her do this to him…

His eyes fluttered open and he committed the image to memory. It was a sight that was intoxicating. And it drew the coil in his loins tighter yet. “Lis …”, he pushed out, sounding breathless. Part of him wanted to pull her to her feet and to kiss and ravage her mouth so deeply to express in some kind of form the things she made him feel. A considerable part of his brain had not ever thought this possible.

Jaxon had been so sure that the experiments had taken away most if not all of his humanity. But now, to indulge in such human endeavours with a woman he could not help but wanting to know all about … he doubted that the bionics could truly replace a soul. And he still had one … even if he was no believe in things that could not be explained with science.

He kept flexing his glutes, pushing his head harder against his lower arm in order to try remain upright. “’m gonna …” he pushed out, using the shortened form which was so unusual for him. The intensity continued to grow, and while he wanted to pay it back before it would be yanked out of him, he could not and did not want to move. He simply enjoyed, allowed for it to happen and relinquished every hold on the body functions involved.

His groans grew in volume and intensity. A deep and somewhat helpless rasp in the end just as the tension tore through whatever hold was left and Jaxon came. He shuddered, motions that were somewhat jerked and proof of the complete lack of control.

It took him moments – endless moments – to be able to force his own senses outwards again. All the while, he slowly sank down to the ground of the shower cubicle with her. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heart was hammering and he felt heady. Jaxon’s eyes roamed the face of Elise Hartley. This time not with lust and more hunger, this time it was awe. Then his gaze wandered further. Wet strands of hair, the shape of her head, her nose, chin, cheeks … the slender lines of her neck and shoulders, the lovely lines of her breasts. Her slim waist, hinting at the trained muscle underneath. Powerful thighs, connecting at her center. He dragged his gaze back up.

Swallowed. Shook his head slightly.

Jaxon Walker had no words.

He pushed one hand onto the ground between her thighs and the other to the right of them and he pulled himself closer. For a moment, he let his forehead sink against her right clavicle. He just breathed – as if to let his body catch up. Jaxon felt completely … afloat. Basking in the afterglow.

Jaxon pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw trying to sit back to look at her. His movements were unusually rough around the edges. He laughed in spite of himself.

“I am sure this is the moment when I ought to say something smart … but I have got nothing”, he offered her a smile. “But you could tell me about the other things you want to do to me.” His smile widened as he let a lazy finger trail up the length of her arm. His gaze followed his digit and he wondered whether it was normal to just feel this comfortable with someone this fast.
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It was somewhat like floating, that was the best description that she could give to the feeling in her head and her bones. The alcohol kept pumping warmth through her veins, but she wasn’t sure if it was it or him that caused the weightless sensation that she wanted to give in to. But when he lowered himself to the floor before her, she couldn’t help but offer him a contented and lazy smile, gravitating back towards his presence to anchor her.

When she looked at him, he had settled onto his knees and his eyes were roaming over all of her. There was no whim or whisper to cover herself or push at him, she simply let him have whatever he wanted. She felt him draw his focus back upward to seek her eyes and she flited up slightly to tip the faucet warmer, allowing herself to move towards him and his forehead touched against her collarbone. Her fingers immediately curing in his damp hair and his lips peppered against her jaw.

Another smile stole across her face.

Then he seemed to tilt back slightly to get better situated on the shower floor. His movements mimicked the way her head felt. As with it as she was, the buzz of him being so close to her paired with the intoxication brought on by his scent, their scent, and the whiskey, she could have laid down with him right there and gone straight to sleep.

He spoke, then, and thankfully shook cognition back to the forefront, but he had nothing smart to say, and then he chuckled in spite of it. And she basked in the sound, his voice, his laughter, it lit her up all over again. Telling him about everything she wanted to do to him could take a very long time. Her mind was creative, and she had never found herself wanting someone quite so potently or quickly as the man before her. It was dizzying.

She had chased people, and she had loved a fair few, but this was…different. And she couldn’t put her finger on what exactly it was. But it flared and burned like a torch.

Sliding herself closer to him, she lifted her left knee and tucked it against his right hip, tipping herself enough to settle onto his lap and she set a hand on either side of his face. “Well,” she bit at her lip as she rubbed her thumbs against his chin, “spelling it all out somewhat steals away all the…mystery.” It wouldn’t be fun if she told him everything that she wanted to do with him. “I somewhat enjoy this position that I have over you at the moment.” She decided. “But I could just as easily turn around and be equally pleased.” She smiled again. “I could hold you down in your bed, tie your arms to the headboard.”

She lifted her shoulders slightly. “Or I could just kiss you.” And then she leaned forward enough to press her mouth to the dip between his chin and lower lip.

Drawing back, she let her eyes shift between his before she pushed herself up off of his lap and up to her feet. She stepped over his legs and moved towards the downspout and lifted her arms in the spray. Pressing her hands against her face, she rubbed gently at her skin before she pushed her hands over her hair.

He didn’t exactly have a plethora of bathing products and she smirked at the thought that it didn’t matter if she was in a shower, she was going to emerge from it smelling somewhat like him regardless. Not that she had much to complain about it for.
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Jaxon gladly shifted to adjust his own position for Elise as she slipped onto his lap. Her hands on either side of his face made him breathe out in appreciation of the sensation. His gaze dropped to her mouth when she bit her lips, and his smile shifted at the sight. Something so small yet so sensual. “But it adds anticipation”, he offered when she had good reasoning not to give it all away.

Elise’s words made him hold his breath once more. The idea of her in his lap like now. Oh he was fast at recuperation, but not that fast. Even he needed a moment after the last hour. Then the image of her turned around, her back against his chest as he took her from behind… Jaxon groaned deep in his chest, eyelids fluttering for a moment.

When she suggested that she could tie him down and have her way with him – well, after what had just done, Jaxon could hardly imagine anything he wanted more. “All of the above”, he pushed out, licking his upper lip, and returning her smile.

Then the promise of more kisses, and Jaxon just breathed a small ‘yes please’, when she dipped in to push her lips against him.

When eventually, Elise got up, Jaxon was shortly behind her. However, his motions were somewhat uncertain. He pushed an arm out to the side to steady himself – wondering whether this was his bionic side having trouble with metabolising the alcohol in his body or the human side exhibiting a normal reaction to the kind of sex they were having.

It might have been a mixture of both. Jaxon wasn’t just and initiated a round of diagnostics on the deeper layers of his bionic side. Certain things instantly improved, others remained as unstable. Jaxon grinned in spite of himself. He took the bottle of shower gel when Elise was done with it.

Another few minutes and the both of them were out of the shower. Jaxon pulled one of the larger towels from its pile and put it across Elise’s shoulders. Then he took one for himself, drying off arms, chest, back, face and neck, then down his legs. When done, he did not even bother putting the towel around his waist.

He simply stood behind Elise, his gaze tracing the lines of bare skin he could steal glimpses on as she moved the towel in the attempt to dry herself off. Jaxon stepped closer, gently prying the towel from her hand to help. With slow motions, he pushed the cloth from the center of her back outwards. To the nape of her neck, to her shoulders, her sides. Then down to the lovely mound of her butt and further down along the length of her legs.

Eventually, Jaxon turned her around, looking down at her naked form flush against him. “The alcohol is beginning to cause problems.” And yet, he kept his eyes on hers, searching them, wondering what he could find in them if he just looked long enough. “So if I begin tripping over my own feet you know why.” He leaned down, brushing a kiss against her lips and exhaling with a shiver as he stood back up.

Finding her hand, Jaxon stepped around Elise and drew her back with him to his bed.
It was barely past eight by now, but Jaxon felt sleep would actually come early for him tonight – regarding that he usually did not sleep before three in the morning.

But he did not want to sleep just yet.
Crawling in first, under his cover, he turned around and welcomed Elise into his arms. He liked the feeling of her freshly washed skin against his. The sensation was pleasant, and made him feel very comfortable.

“So … bows and arrows .. whiskey … and half-bionic men. Anything else I should know about you, Elise Hartley?”
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There was a measure of care in the way he pressed the towel to her skin once he had removed it from her hands. She could feel his fingertips through the fabric as though he were trying to trace every line and dip and curve, as though he had not just had his hands all over her against the door, in his bed, beneath the shower. Still, she let her eyes slide shut to better appreciate the gentle press and the warm fan of his breath when he stood back up. When he urged her to turn back to him, she let his momentum guide her with ease, putting her back flush and warm against him.

She smiled when he blamed the alcohol for his missteps. If he thought he was having trouble keeping himself on his feet, she wondered how he perceived her tolerance. She could feel it in her limbs, the light tingling still humming beneath her skin, against her mind, it was a dull glimmer along the edges of her thoughts, though they remained her own. It was a state she knew she could snap from in a moment, put her head on straight enough to function if faced with a situation that demanded such. But int hat moment, there was no threat, there was nothing she felt the need to worry about, save how she was going to feel in the morning. Her head was likely to throb, and she imagine her body was going to feel tired, potentially sore in places he manipulated.

Lips against hers too quickly, and she wanted to chase them just to have them back again.

His hand wrapped around hers and led her back to the room, no towel, no robe, just skin. She watched him draw back the covers of his bed and climb in, immediately reaching a hand to her to beckon her in, and she slid back in against him without further prompting. When he posed his questions, she rolled onto her front and lifted herself up onto her forearms. “What else.” She wondered as she looked down at him from her meager vantage. She bit her lips together for a moment, wondering about what she could tell him, what was safe enough to tell him.

“That peachy pink color at sunset, near the edges bordering the bright fiery yellow, but before it bleeds out into red.” She could see it if she closed her eyes. Tony had said there was a hue of sapphire that color, the most coveted of all shades that it could be found it. “That’s my favorite color.”

She smiled to chase away the memory.

“I love tacos and pizza and orange marmalade.” Not together. Well, the tacos and the pizza together, the marmalade on toast or muffins. She leaned towards him and traced the tip of her nose along the line of his. “I love the smell of the rain and peonies and lavender.” She licked lightly at his lower lip. “I love the sweet tastes of peaches in the summer, and the whiskey on your breath.”

She lifted her chin then and smiled once more. She lifted her brows as she looked at him, a silent encouragement for him to reciprocate.
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Jaxon smiled. One made from relaxation, from being spent, from having endorphins and oxytocin racing through his veins. He was on his back, gazing up at this girl as she turned onto her stomach – so very familiar with him. As much as he was with her. This felt … right. A little bit like he was in the process of showing things to her he was normally not revealing. And she saw them all, and found no reason to turn and leave.

He wondered what it meant that he felt like he could watch her smile without end. The sound of her voice tickled him in all the right placed before her hands ever took on the job. He let her words guide him, let the images take shape in his mind. He pictured a sunset, and he found the colour she spoke of – stored it away in a part of his mind that had nothing to do with his bionics.

Then Jaxon’s smile grew wider and he found himself taking note. Tacos, pizza, marmalade. His eyes slid shut, when her nose trailed the line of his. The smell of rain. Now here was a concept he had never truly gathered. Rain had no smell to him. And yet, he did take note, stored away the reminder to try harder next time it rained. Peonies and lavender.

There was a small garden on the roof. They certainly had lavender but did they have peonies? He would have to check.

Her lick at his lower lip made Jaxon open his eyes again. Peaches. Whiskey. His smile widened at the idea that he had a part in these things about her he ought to know. Jaxon looked into her eyes, and he felt lost. Her eyebrows inched upward and for a few moments he did not get the hint. He was simply there, in this moment, marvelling at the woman who brought such ease to all things human. He felt human, was comfortable. Jaxon felt like he could fall asleep with her now, wake up any time and just continue this.

As long as Elise was here, this would simply continue.

Then, eventually, it dawned on him. “Oh”, he chuckled. “Uhmm … I don’t know …” He inclined his head, wondering what to give her. He had never bothered to figure out what he liked after the programme. He just was. Zero and One. To be or not to be. Shakespeare’s words took on a whole new meaning when regarded from a man’s view who was half machine.

“Starry nights”, he said, following her lead to the sky. “I like being up there, just watching.” Someone as small as him, cast against the vastness of this universe. It humbled him. Reminded him of the miniscule role all of them played. So far he had always done it on his own. “When it’s quiet … and everyone’s in bed.” His eyes were on hers. “No one awake.” At no time of the day was he more himself than then.

“The smell of peaches in your hair …”, he eventually added, pulling some of her drying strands down. It was no more than a faint reminder by now but it was still there. Her shampoo smelled of peaches. Jaxon’s hand came up around the side of her face and pushed into the hair at the nape of her neck. Another kiss stolen, his tongue seeking hers. This time there was no hurry, no pushing for more. There was just that silent wish to taste her … to do this.

Over and over.
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