Almost A Mistake

Leena slammed out the kitchen door of her house and stood shivering on the porch. She lit the cigarette in her mouth and took a long drag, savoring the roughness of the smoke on her sore throat. She was beyond pissed off and she'd yelled her throat raw during her fight with Viggo. He could be such an unthinking bastard sometimes. They'd only been dating a few short weeks and now it was over. A single tear made it's way down her cheek as she took the last drag from the cigarette and flicked the still glowing butt out into the street. She turned to go back into the house, swiping at her face as she went. She was, literally, going to tell him to get the hell out and not come back.
As she walked in the door she heard Viggo moving around in the bedroom and cursing under his breath. She thanked the Goddess that although he had slept in the house many times since she'd known him, they hadn't ever had sex. She had actually been hoping tonight would have been their first time. Now it was just as well it hadn't worked out that way. It would be much easier to get over him. She moved down the dark hall to the bedroom and stood in the doorway watching him. He was walking around the room wearing nothing but his faded jeans. His hair was damp from the shower.
"Oh, sweet Mother. It is so not fair to let me finally see him like this when I'm getting ready to end it. " She thought as she watched him move. He was stalking the room like a cat, obviously looking for something.
She must have made some slight noise or movement because he turned quickly to the door and stood there staring at her. His eyes glinted like steel in the soft light cast by the small lamp. He was breathing hard in his anger. She'd never seen him look like this before and she became a little afraid of him.
"Do you know where my shirt is?" He demanded. His eyes scanned the room quickly and then homed back in on her.
"No, I don't." She said. "But when you find it, and the rest of your stuff you can get the hell out of my house and not come back."
"That's not going to be a problem." He nearly hissed.
He turned away from her again and moved back into the bathroom. Several minutes later he came back out holding the missing shirt, plus his socks and shoes. He pushed past her and moved into the living room. She followed his progress with her eyes, and then shoved herself away from the doorway and went back down the hall. She stopped at the entrance to the living room and watched Viggo throw himself on the couch and grab one of his socks. He held the sock loosely in his hand and turned his head to look at her.
"Leena..." He said softly.
"Just get out, Vig." she whispered.
She turned away and moved back down the hall to her bedroom.
"I swear to God," She muttered to herself. "I will never date a fucking sensitive, artistic type again! Next time it's stupid and horny for me. No more goddamned actors."
She walked into the bedroom and moved toward the nightstand where her cigarettes were. As she reached to pick up the pack, she literally felt his eyes boring into her back. She turned back towards him and froze in her tracks. The look in his eyes was pure malice, and something else. Something even more primal. He crossed the room in two long strides. He reached out and grabbed the back of her neck and drew her roughly forward into a hard, violent kiss. She could feel the heat, the rage, coming off his body in waves as she struggled to get away from him. He pulled her even closer to him, wrapping his free arm around her slim waist to keep her pinned against him. He broke the kiss and glared into her eyes.
"Stupid and horny? Is that what you really want, Leena? I can give you that. I'm a goddamned actor, remember?" He growled the words out his mouth. He pulled her head to one side and buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her roughly. His other hand moved around to her front, up her body, to pinch at her nipple through the thin fabric of the sleeveless buttondown shirt she wore. He ground his hips against her, and she could feel that he was already hard.
"Vig, what the hell are you doing? Stop it!" She cried.
His only answer was to push against her even harder. She thought briefly about trying to kick him in the balls but their bodies were too close together. She struggled again but it was no use. He was just so strong. His hand moved away from her breast and she heard the soft pop of the button top of his jeans, and then the zipper as he yanked it down. He quickly pushed the loose fitting pants down over his slim hips and allowed them to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away viciously. She noted with alarm that he hadn't bothered to put his underwear back on after his shower, and now his erection pressed against the thin flannel of the pajama pants she wore. He groaned softly at the contact and began to grind his hips against her again. His hand moved again, this time to the low neckline of her shirt. He grasped the material and yanked hard, ripping the buttons off the shirt and sending them flying around the room. Leena cried out at the quick, sharp pain and then his hand was on her bare flesh. She felt the rough callouses on the tips of his fingers as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her nipple, which hardened quickly in spite of herself. He was still biting at her neck, causing sharp little pricks of pain each time.
"You're hurting me." She said.
"I'm thinking insensitive and uncaring probably go along with stupid and horny, Leena, and that's what you want, isn't it?" He said harshly.
"No! I was wrong. I don't want that. Please..." The last word came out as a strangled whisper. She stopped struggling against him, resigned to whatever was going to happen now.
"Please what, Leena?" He had pulled away from her throat, and now stood looking down at her. The anger had seemed to fade, but there was still something unreadable in his eyes. He pushed gently away from her and turned to retrieve his jeans.
"What the hell do you want from me?" He asked.
Leena sank to the floor, her head hanging down, her hands resting in her lap.
"I don't even know anymore, Viggo. I don't know what I want."
She wasn't crying, but she was close. She heard him moving around the room, a drawer opening and closing, and then he came close to her again. He held one of her t-shirts down to her. She glanced quickly at him. He still hadn't put his pants back on. Leena took the shirt and quickly shoved it on over the remnants of her ruined blouse. Then she sat there, still looking at the floor, waiting for him to speak, or to leave. Whatever. She reached over to the nightstand and found her cigarettes. She quickly lit one and put the pack away. She heard him move to the bed and sit down. She could see his feet and the bottoms of his long legs from the corner of her eye, but she still didn't make any effort to look at his face. They sat in silence for several minutes, and she wondered what she should do. Should she tell him to get out again?
"Leena..."
She dragged her gaze from the floor and looked up at him. His eyes were gentle now, and so sad. He reached one hand out as if he was going to touch her and then seemed to think better of it and let it drop back to his lap. He never broke his eye contact with her, however.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"I was just so angry. It's no excuse. I've never done anything like that before."
He let his head hang so that he was the one now staring at the floor. She saw a single tear drop from behind the fringe of his hair to land on the hand in his lap. It dripped along the the area between his thumb and index finger, leaving a glistening trail along the flesh there.
"I know. It's OK. I'm sorry too." She said.
"No...!" His voice was strained.
"I hurt you...I...God, maybe you're right. Maybe I am a bastard."
"You're not." She said.
"Look, we both lost it a little. It's over now."
He finally raised his head to look in her eyes again. His eyes were sad, tormented. She knew if she didn't do something, he'd beat himself up over this for a long time. She didn't want that. It had been a mistake, a horrible mistake on his part, but he'd gotten himself under control before it had gone too far to be fixable. She hoped. But she still didn't know what to do. She put the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand without ever turning her gaze from his eyes. Then, acting purely on instinct she reached out and stroked the backs of her fingers along the top of his foot. He was warm, and she felt the soft ridges of the veins that stood out under the skin. He never moved, but made a small noise in the back of his throat. He just sat there, holding his jeans balled up in his hands. She moved so that she was on her knees, almost between his legs.
"Leena...don't...I..." The words were barely audible.
"Do you not want me anymore? Are we over?" She asked.
"I don't want us to be." He said.
"But I thought you wanted me to go."
"No, I only said that because I was angry. I...I want you...I want us." Her words were a whisper.
He groaned softly. His body was nearly vibrating with tension. She reached up and gently moved his hair away from his eyes. He made another, softer noise in his throat. She could feel his need to reach out for her, but he never moved.
"Touch me." Again, the words were whispered. "I'm not afraid."
She could see the emotions at war on his face. His need, the fear that he might hurt her again. He let the jeans fall to the floor between them and slowly, so slowly, reached up and cupped her face gently in his hands. He stayed that way a long time, just staring. Then he dipped his head toward her. His kiss was tentative, the merest brushing of his lips against hers. He pulled away, searching her eyes.
"Again. Kiss me again. I'm not afraid." She repeated.
Viggo let his right hand trail down her face, around to the back of her neck, and pulled her, gently this time, toward him. His kiss was still gentle, but stronger now, more insistent. His tongue flicked from between his lips and touched her own lips lightly while he moved his other hand under her arm and up her back, flattening his palm between her shoulder blades. She was afraid to make any sound, but she opened her mouth and lightly brushed the tip of his tongue with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair. His moan this time was one of pleasure, of need. Then he froze, and pulled his head away to look at her.
"You still want this...now, after what I've done to you?" He asked.
She opened her mouth, but only a soft, strangled sound came out. She settled for nodding her head. Again, instinct took over and she broke away from him just long enough to pull the oversized t-shirt over her head and toss it away. She brushed her fingers along the side of his face, letting them linger at his jawline.
"You aren't going to hurt me again." She said.
He looked at her for a long moment, not moving. Then he reached toward her and slowly slid the ruined shirt away from her shoulders. She dropped her arm to let the shirt come off. He let it slide down her arms and when it was free of her hands, tossed it quickly across the room with a low grunt, as though it had burned him. She took his hand and brought it up to her breast, stroking the palm across her nipple. She gasped softly at the contact and her nipple hardened again, and this time it felt good. He moved of his own accord now, reaching up and pulling her forward to kiss her again. She reached down and gently pushed his legs apart, scooting forward the last few inches so that she could get between them and press herself against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and caught her fingers in his hair again. He moved again, sweeping her long brown hair away from her neck and raining soft, gentle kisses on the spot he'd been biting not so long ago. She hissed softly at the slight pain the pressure of his mouth caused on the sore spot, and he pulled away and looked closely at the marks she knew he had left there. His eyes filled with pain and shame again, and he opened his mouth, she knew to apologize again. She stopped the words by bringing her fingers to his lips.
"Shhh. It's all right." She said.
She moved one hand to the back of his neck and gently guided his head back to where it had been. He began to kiss her again, even more softly this time, and it didn't hurt. She chanced a brief glance between his legs and saw that he was hard again. She pulled him gently away from her neck and put her hand flat on his chest. She pushed lightly and he allowed her to move him backwards until he was flat on his back on the bed, with his legs still hanging over the edge. She leaned forward and breathed gently against his balls. She dropped her hands down to caress the tops of his feet, and then moved them up the sides of his legs and further, so that they came to rest in the hollows of his hips. She flicked her tongue out and gently stroked the delicate line of flesh between his balls. His back arched, just a little, and he moaned softly. She moved her right hand to grasp his hardness and gently moved up and down along it's length. Another moan, deeper, and louder this time, escaped from him. Leena levered herself back up into a kneeling position and brushed her lips over the silken skin of Viggo's cock. He was so soft, so warm! She trailed her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the top, dragging it gently across the slit. He grunted this time and his hips bucked just a little. She kept slowly stroking him while she moved her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock, until she tasted the salty tang of the single drop of liquid that her ministrations had coaxed from him. She took him into her mouth, moving slowly up and down, taking more of him each time. Her hands moved up his chest and her fingers found his nipples, brushing across them with a feather-light touch until she felt them harden. For several moments there was nothing but this, her hands pressed flat against his chest, her mouth moving slowly up and down along his cock. His breathing had become ragged, and she knew he was close. She felt his hands on her head, and his fingers became tangled in the silken mass of her hair.
"Leena...God...you have to stop!" The words were a moan.
"I don't want to come this way, not our first time." He said.
She didn't want to stop, but he pulled her head up and sat up on the edge of the bed. He took hold of the tops of her arms and she let him guide her into a standing position. He moved his hands down her chest, gently stroking her nipples and her breath hitched in her throat at his touch. His hands moved again, caressing their way down her body until he caught his thumbs in the waistband of her pants. He tugged gently, catching both pants and underwear and pulling them down her legs until they fell into a puddle of material on the floor. She stepped out of the garments and swept them away with her foot. His hands were on her hips now and he leaned forward and nuzzled his face gently against the soft curls between her legs. He inhaled deeply and groaned at the scent of her. He moved his hands and grasped her thighs, tugging at them. She moved her legs apart and laid a hand on his head, stroking his hair. His tongue darted out and trailed gently along her folds. Then he probed deeper, finding her clit and stroking it with his tongue. He moved his hands around to her ass and gently squeezed the soft flesh. Leena's quiet whimpers turned louder as his tongue moved a little faster, became more insistent. He continued that way until she was on the brink of coming, and then he stopped. The sudden interuption wrenched a cry of surprise from her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and without getting up from the bed, swung both her and himself around so that they were stretched out on the bed. He used one arm to cradle her head and with his free hand began to lightly pinch the nipple of her right breast. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply, then moved to lick lightly at her left nipple and felt it harden beneath his kiss. He blew softly on the wetness he had left there and made a satisfied sound in his throat at her gasp of pleasure. His hand moved down her body and between her legs. His fingers trailed up and down, leaving tracks of tingling sensation in their wake. He pushed gently, and she parted under the pressure. He began to stroke her, softly, slowly, taking his time. He allowed himself to savor the sweet sounds she was making and then he moved his finger lower, testing, and found that she was ready. He levered himself up onto his arms and swung first one leg and then the other over her so that he settled himself between her legs. He kissed her, and pulled away to watch her face as he slowly moved his hips forward and slid himself inside. Her reaction was immediate. She gasped loudly, arched her back, and grabbed hold of the tops of his arms, all at the same time. He stayed still, enjoying the feeling.
"Vig...please...now?" She whispered.
She was making soft mewling sounds now. He lowered himself and kissed her, but still didn't move. She snaked her arms under his and began to move her hands up and down his back, gently scratching along his spine. He grunted loudly at the electric sensation of her nails, and arched his back, causing his hips to thrust forward,eliciting a deep grunt of satisfaction from her. Then finally, he didn't want to wait anymore, didn't want to make her wait anymore, and he began to move. Slowly, gently, he moved back and forth, never allowing himself to come out of her completely before gliding in again, slightly deeper and more forcefully with every stroke, but never any faster. Leena began to move her hips in time with his strokes, her hands constantly roaming on his back. She dug her nails gently into the skin, and then flattened them so that she could feel the movement of his shoulder blades and the play of muscle as he moved. She moved her hands again, all the way down his back and lower. When he felt her hands on his ass, he began to move just a tiny bit faster. He made no sound, preferring to be quiet so that he could listen to the sweet noises she was making while he still had enough control to do so. She was whimpering softly, almost constantly now.
"Oh God, Vig...I...I'm going...!" She gasped.
"I know, love." He said.
"Do it. Let it happen. I want to feel it. Now."
He had given her all the encouragement she needed. Her back arched and she cried out, loudly now, and he felt the rhythmic tightening around him. It was what he had been waiting for, what he had needed. His muscles tightened and he pushed into her as deeply as he could, eyes closed. In the split second before his climax began, Leena reached up and grabbed hold of his face.
"Open your eyes, Vig!" She cried.
"I want you to look at me when you come!"
His eyes snapped open wide and found hers at the very instant he began to shoot hot, sharp needles of pleasure into her body. He moaned long and low, the sound coming from deep in his throat, like the sound of a large cat. When it was finished, they continued to look at each other, both of them panting softly. Viggo's body was beginning to quiver from having held himself up on his arms for so long and Leena reached up and drew him to her. He lowered himself gently and buried his face in her neck. Moments later, when he would have moved to roll off of her,thinking he might be too heavy, she pulled him back.
"Stay there please?" She whispered.
"I like the feeling of you there, like a blanket." She giggled.
She was quiet for a long time and then she moved her head slightly and spoke softly to him.
"Are we OK now, Vig? Is it all right?"
He lifted his head just far enough to look in her eyes. He smiled and kissed her gently.
"Oh yes, love. It's all right now." Was his quiet answer.

Fin.