Sapphire Blue
Chapter 4
by
Lady-T
Disclaimer: Not mine, especially the Aerosmith lyrics scattered around. I'm not Steven Tyler and I can't fit a whole grapefruit in my mouth like he can, so don't sue me. Virtually everything belongs to someone else.
Dedicated to all those people I've accidentally plagiarized in some way, shape or form. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. No, really it is. . .
Where the workers of iniquity may hide themselves. . .
The night had worn on long and late and in an attempt to escape the discomfort of the real world, Lillah had slipped into that of dreams instead. She slept long and deeply, her dreams as vivid as the midday sun, but pain and fear had formed such a part of her life already that tonight her mind conjured something different. Tonight she both sought and found a familiar image. The only dream she ever actively wished for.
She never saw his face and she never heard his voice, but he came to her often. He was warm and passionate, never there only for himself, and tonight she wanted to see him so badly.
She felt him whispering into her mind like a wisp of smoke, solidifying to something so excruciatingly tangible before vanishing again, teasing her senses until she succumbed to his playful game.
It was the comfort she sought, the knowledge that not all of the whispers of the future she saw with such clarity involved such fear. It felt familiar, it felt good. . . oh God it felt good. . .
It was the same every time. As she drifted to sleep she could taste his lips on hers and as she fell away the picture swam into focus. They stood together and she could taste him. The kiss was warm and sweet, gentle but so passionate it felt like her legs had been swept from under her. Her hands landed on the back of his neck to steady herself while he pulled her close, strong arms wrapping her protectively to his body. She felt his hands snake round her waist and to the zipper on her skirt, all the while kissing her so passionately she felt like she would forget to breathe. The heavy cloth fell from her hips, pooling at her feet while he breathed into her neck, nipping lightly at the skin. His cheek brushed against her jaw, nuzzling her gently. He whispered something to her but she did not hear, her eyes closed and her body aching for his touch. He kissed her again, her lips falling open to his, letting his taste fill her whole being.
He sunk to his knees before her, almost in worship and reverence. He loved her so much it almost radiated from him. He caressed her thighs with long, gentle strokes, savoring every second he was near her. She gasped and wrapped her fingers through his hair as he lightly specked her stomach with kisses, breathing gently against her smooth skin as he held her.
His embrace drove her crazy, her head spinning and her being yearning for more. A fulfillment and unity echoed in his eyes as she looked deep into the dark pools that gazed so adoringly at her. They gazed only for her and the knowledge almost made her weep with the happiness of the moment.
He pulled himself back to his feet and they kissed again, his hand sliding up her spine and over her shirt to the nape of her neck. Intense eyes seemed to burn with fire. There was no need for words. His eyes expressed more that words ever could. They spoke of love so pure he would die for her if he had to.
She felt the intense heat of his mouth on hers, and she tilted her head back in pleasure as he chased loving pecks along her jaw and down the line of her throat, the tips of his fingers skimming softly in their wake.
She quivered with need as he slid his hand down the front of her body, gently grazing past her breast through the fabric of her bra. His fingers chased through the long tresses of her hair, breathing in her perfume like it were the air he needed to survive.
She felt the softness of sheets beneath her and didn't care where they had come from. She sunk back into the accepting fabric, letting the coolness and the warmth mingle into one.
His denim-clad leg brushed up the inside of her thigh making her shiver and push herself closer to him. Gentle fingers teased her clothes away, freeing her skin to the cool breeze that tickled across her senses. She felt the electric sparkle of his fingers gently creeping up her naked body from her stomach to just between her breasts. He leaned forward to kiss her again, then his lips slid down, caressing the line of her throat while his hand crept silently over her smooth skin. He smiled quietly to himself as he nuzzled forward, his hair gently brushing against her neck as the tip of his tongue darted out to graze over a nipple. She gasped as electricity sparked through her body. Everything was heightened, colours blazing gloriously, sensations shooting across her skin. Her back arched and her fingers clawed into the sheets, an overwhelming need engulfing her senses. She lifted her shoulders from the bed, pressing herself to him.
Please more. . .
His eyes glinted and he shook his head. She felt his fingers on her breastbone, gently pressing her back down to the sheets. His hands came up to rest on her breasts again, his thumbs catching the tips of her tight buds, teasing them into almost agonising sensitivity. The tips of his fingers crept gently over her body while his lips nipped and kissed at her collarbone. Her arms desperately clutched him to her, fingers digging at his shoulders as her head heaved back into the soft sheets. Her eyes closed as she moaned his name.
The ache between her legs throbbed with her racing pulse, sending fire through her body. She felt she would explode with need as she ground her hips into his thigh, demanding fulfillment.
He smiled silently and pulled his leg away, making her whimper for the friction she so desperately sought.
He slid the flat of his hand down her stomach and to her pelvic bone, his fingers hovering just above her opening, taunting her, making her wait while his tongue played over her aching breasts. The roughness dragged over her already sensitive nipples, driving her crazy, making her gasp for air.
She felt a tightness in her stomach and knew she would fall apart, the lightest of touches ready to send her spinning out of control.
Then she felt his fingers sliding into the wet heat between her legs. The desperate ache eased with the sensation she had been waiting for, the pressure and the movement she so desperately needed. She ground against his hand, her back arching and her breath catching in her throat as she became blinded by sensation. He swirled round her aching clit with his finger while her body tensed, her heels digging into the sheets. Lightening crackled through her every muscle as her hands clawed against the rising ecstasy.
Her body glistened with tiny beads of sweat as he pushed his fingers further, pressing into the spot inside her body that made her cry out for more. She screamed his name again without even hearing the words, and he pressed once more, the pressure and the friction bringing her closer to the edge. He withdrew a little, a wicked smile on his face as he watched the ecstatic contortions of her body, making the sensation last and making the need greater, making her thrust her hips towards him and making her beg with the last fragments of her sanity for completion.
His fingers slid deep inside once more and her body tightened around his touch, thrusting against his hand as orgasm surged through her.
She crumbled beneath his caress, her body exploding and reforming, turning to liquid with the lightest touch, leaving her gasping for air and quivering on the sheets.
* * * * *
Lillah stirred in her dreams while Logan lay on the floor of the darkened van, unable to sleep.
He had listened to her whimpering quietly to herself. At first he had thought that it was another nightmare, but this time she sounded different, smelled different. He could detect no trace of fear, only a scent of the strongest hunger. He listened to her stretch and gasp in her sleep and he knew what she was dreaming about. He flexed his fingers, forming tight fists to try and focus away from the reaction her muffled noises and sweet, sweet smell were having on his body. It couldn't go on like this, it just couldn't.
Damn, she was beautiful. . . and he felt it again, the terrible fear he had felt, the desperation when he though for that brief second she was going to leave him. . . and damn he cursed himself for it. He felt so acutely that it wasn't right. She had lost her dream, but that didn't mean she couldn't recapture it. He couldn't stand in the way of that. He'd never be able to forgive himself if he did.
His heart hurt.
He'd felt something for her that he didn't remember feeling for anyone in such a long time.
But he could never be with her. He would be no better than THEM. He was too closely linked to the events of the past, and even though hit pulse raced with the need to be near her, he couldn't bring himself to cause her so much pain.
But his thoughts started wandering over her beautiful, gasping curves again and he felt the most overpowering need to reach out and touch her. He wanted so desperately to pull her from her dream into something real, something special, something he so desperately wanted to give her. He wanted to take away the nightmares and leave her with only memories of the sweetest kind. . .
But he pushed it away. He pushed it as far from his mind as it would go.
His heart ached as the situation spread plainly before him.
It was the exquisite torture of something you know you must never have.
But damn, she had the most beautiful lips. If he could just reach out and touch her, kiss her, show her what sex could really be like. Show her that it didn't have to mean pain and fear and all the other things that he simply knew it had to mean in her mind.
He looked at her and felt ashamed for wanting her like he did. He had seen into eyes that burned with youth, but they were shattered from being in a place she should never have had to go.
As she subsided into silence, Logan grunted with frustration and tossed in his makeshift bed.
This could not go on. He was driving himself insane with a desire he almost detested. Tomorrow would be their last day together, he decided. For her safety, and his own sanity, it had to be.
The thought burned in his eyes, but there was no other way.
He'd rent her a motel room so she could get one last good night's sleep and that would have to be an end to it. He'd drop her off wherever she wanted to go and they would both continue on their journeys.
No questions, no answers.
He just could not see any other way.
* * * * *
Lillah glanced at the solid set stare that Logan was giving the road. He'd hardly said a word to her all day, only looking at her when he had to, and staring so intently at the tarmac it appeared that it must have mortally offended him.
He'd seemed strangely hostile to her this morning, somehow detached, even more so than his usual gruff indifference. A paranoid part of her was starting to wonder what she could have done to offend him. It was true that she had almost been flung into his life while simultaneously throwing him from his own bed, and the only conclusion she could draw was that she had once more outstayed her welcome. She sighed as she considered what that meant.
She gently twisted in her seat.
Her back was still raw and now the itching was driving her crazy. Her body felt tight and immobile, her arms unable to curl round and ease the fiery itch that licked her skin.
She threw herself backwards against the seat and pressed herself into it, rubbing against the coarse upholstery in blissful satisfaction.
"Don't scratch. It'll make it worse."
Lillah jumped at his words. She hadn't realise he'd been paying her any attention.
Logan was still glaring at the road, little snorts of annoyance escaping his nose every now and then as if he was arguing with himself, and losing.
Lillah slumped down into the chair and glared at him.
"It itches." She said irritably, but he didn't reply. She sighed and turned her attention back to the irritating tickle pestering at her. She closed her eyes in contemplation. There had to be a reason for his change of attitude didn't there? Maybe it was just that events of the last day had proved to be too much for his tolerance, but he had been so tender that night that his curtness today confused her. Maybe he had just felt sorry for her, but she had been so sure she had seen something more in his face. It was some whisper that nagged at her mind trying to make itself understood.
He'd been so kind to her by comparison to everyone else she had met on the road that she had automatically assumed he wouldn't mind her tagging along for a while. It had never occurred to her that the reason he was travelling was to get away from people.
He'd stopped to help her when he could have just walked straight by and for that, at least, she should be grateful. Everything has to come to and end at some point and his behaviour signaled that maybe this was the time to finish.
She would move on tomorrow despite how much the loneliness bit at her soul. She had to move on before she was asked to. It was always so much easier that way.
It left her feeling empty, so despairingly incomplete, and for a little while he had seemed to fill some kind of gap inside. There was no one who could ever fill the holes in her life, but at least he had taken the edge off some.
But now she knew he would ask her to leave. Eventually everyone did. Maybe she had just hoped that he would be one of the first not to.
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