Oh, To Be Young

[Marcus Kane]

Marcus Kane was rising in the ranks of the guard, and even today someone had asked him if he was thinking long term--as in a seat on the council one day. He knew the answer was yes. He goal would not only be on the council, but one day even chancellor if he could manage it. He was even managing to learn to play the political games with ease. It both helped and hurt that everyone knew who his mother was. While he didn't quite get along with her any more, and had moved away from her faith and into more logical thinking; everyone always sought to remind him of his upbringing.

Which meant he was in both a good mood, and a mood to prove himself, when he knocked on Callie's door. She was finished with cadets, and was an officer now; and he had even see her name on some paperwork today. Her test score in the academic area were high enough that it was getting the attention of many. He could tell she would never be just a lowly guard--the capital loved smart brains, and the fact that she not only had one, but knew how to use it was going to take her places. Tomorrow, Alpha station would ask her to begin working in that section, as a communication assistant. If she worked hard--and he knew she would--then she could eventually move up toward being the press secretary.

Tonight however, he was not here to offer her a job. When the door opened, Marcus smiled at her. "Callie." He said in greeting, using her first name so she would understand this was a personal visit, not a professional one. It was their agree's upon terms. They'd keep things separate by addressing each other and setting the tone by how they did. He pushed into the door, without force, and shut the door. "You look adorable, as always." He told her, before framing her face and lowering his head down for a kiss. Tonight, he was in a good mood, and had something to prove--and he'd give her the benefits of them both.

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     We've been conditioned to not make mistakes

The moment Callie heard the knock on the door her stomach fluttered with butterflies. A never wavering feeling he elicited from her. She was dating Marcus Kane! It wasn't the title that enthralled her so much; it was the man. She one who had helped her training, the one who had been her first in many things . . . and the one she enjoyed being with -- to esay the least. This was her first relationship with any man. She had never intended to be in one because she feared the risk it would pose to her career; the way it would stifle her. But Mrcus did nothing of the sort. He made her feel confident, elevated, happy. So many emotional things that she had never otherwise explored before. So the knock at the door made her excited, eager to spend another evening with him and yet knowing that it may not be possible if something else came up. But the moment she opened the door and he said her name, that was when she knew that he was free to spend time with her tonight. "Marcus," she returned with a smile. It had taken time for her to adjust to saying his first, and only, first name. It had felt far too casual for a man in his position. But he never made her feel . . . outranked. It was coming with more and more ease each and every day. And reserved for only when they were alone. Stepping aside, she watched him enter before closing the door behind him. He called her adorable and then leaned forward to kiss her. The sensation never failed to warm her entire body as she reutrned the kiss. Another casual gesture, and yet it never dwindled in the intensity of how it made her feel. Slowly easing out of the kiss, she smiled, opening her eyes to look at the man she so very deeply cared for. Her hands wrapped around him as she just gazed at him smiling. "Seems like you had a good day?" It was both a question and an observation. She liekd to think she was getting to know him in a deeper, personal level. Where he was often stoic and guarded -- which was to be expected, she was priveleged to see him in those softer moments where he let himself be a man rather than a political figure in her presence. Tag Marcus Kane

              but I can't live that way

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[Marcus Kane]

When she said his name, he always felt a bit of something in his chest. He didn't mind being an authority figure, or rank to most people; and she had started out seeing the rank more then the man. She had always called him by Marcus Kane, or by his rank. When she called him just Marcus now, it was the man she addressed. It was the person. It made him think she saw him as something more now. As a person. A friend. A lover. He'd take it, no matter the title she put on their relationship. Marcus was having too much fun with her to care about what they called each other. As long as they were doing it together.

"Seems like you had a good day?" She said, and he wasn't sure if she was asking for telling. Callie knew him well. It was unsettling when she read him, though now he wasn't hiding anything from her. It was in the other times that she did it, and he wasn't giving off strong signals that he felt unsettled--and he loved it. There wasn't anyone else in his life that read him so well. Not even his mother. No one had ever gotten this close to him before. He didn't know how to express that he liked it, but she knew him; surely she must know he did. "It's about to get better," He teased her.

And tomorrow would be a good day. And the day after. He was moving up in the ranks. She was moving up on her own int he ranks, and no one cared who she was too him. He had her in his arms, and didn't plan of letting go. This was what he had worked so hard for! It was all paying off. Marcus' one hand moved around to her shoulders, and slid down her back as he pressed each part of her against him tighter, until his hand rested on her lower back, pressing her soft hips into his firm ones. "Because I am here with you." And they weren't just pretty words. He meant them, and wanted her to know it.

Lowering his face so he could kiss her, Marcus stopped right before he did. "I would like to take you to dinner, and then take you to bed." Moving his lips over her skin, he moved to her ear, and took the lobe between his teeth in a soft tease. "Though if you rather it not to be in that order, I can be persuaded." And his moves made it clear he was trying to persuade her, to persuade him.

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     We've been conditioned to not make mistakes

She couldn't stop the smile from her face. It instantly formed when she saw him and never left until he did. Who knew, that Marcus Kane would have such a power over her. She had always thought -- and knew -- he did over other womaen. Though never expected to be among them. Yet that was what made it so much more special. It wasn't just about the physical for them. It was deeper than that. And she adored it. She adored him. "Is it now?" She teased in return as her body moved at his will and lead. Her breathing slightly caught when his hands lingered down her back and pressed their bodies closer together. Her hips against his firm ones was already making her fight this sudden animalistic urge to remove his clothing and hers. He had ignited such a fire within her body and soul that it even surprised herself. Yet she didn't find it unwelcome. And as long as he didn't either . . . then surely there was no harm in that. It was his words that truly touched her as she softly smiled at him, the expression reaching her eyes as a gleam of joy radiated through them. She didn't even know what to say in return to express or match the sincerity of his words. Fortunately, she didn't have to as he kissed her. She deepened the kiss, and when he pulled away, spoke of taking her to dinner and then in bed . . . but not necessarily in that order. She closed her eyes, taking a slow deep breath at the sensation of his lips teasing her ear. Had he asked her a question? She couldn't even remember in this moment. "You're making the decision a very easy one," she told him, basking in his attentions and eager for so much more. Her hand trailed up the back of his neck, his lips doing so much to her right now. Whether it was from the words he uttered or the teases he administered on her. "Take me to bed," she told him. Moving her head back she looked into his eyes. "Let's have dessert before dinner. I find my craving for it to be substantial." A further tease before she leaned toward him again to kiss him, deeply . . . hungrily, as if to add further validation to the previous teasing remark. Tag Marcus Kane

              but I can't live that way

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[Marcus Kane]

"You're making the decision a very easy one," She told him, her tone telling him he was getting to her, and Marcus loved it. Her hand trailed up the back of his neck, to move through his hair. He wasn't a touchable person, had never allowed himself to be. He couldn't even recall the last person who had touched his there. Not that he was trying hard either. "Take me to bed," That was what he wanted to hear. "Let's have dessert before dinner. I find my craving for it to be substantial." He said a silent thanks to her for her detail (Callie was all about the details) before side stepping, and bending to lift her in his arms. Her back was in one arm, and her legs hung over the other, in a typical romantic carry. Turning them he carried her to her bed room. "Never let it be said Marcus Kane didn't give a woman what they wanted." He teased her.

He kept his eyes on her's while he carried her, and once there he lowered her down to sit on the edge of her bed. With once last deep kiss, he laid her back sideways on the bed, so her feet still hung over the edge. Moving down her body, he kissed her neck, and collar bone, and dropped kisses over her shirt as he worked his way down to the bottom. Once there he began working his way back up, this time lifting her shirt as he went, and giving his attentions to the exposed skin. Once he had made it high enough, the shirt came off over her head. His fingers pressed her wrist to the bed, as they trailed down her arms the pressure stayed--a silent command to hold them there. His hands continued a lighter trail when they got to her shoulders, and moved down to cup her twin peeks in both hands, while his lips nipped and licked the exposed skin from over her bra. "You always smell so good," He told her, inhaling deeply and moving up to claim her mouth, while working to get her bra undone and off.

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Callie didn't know how it was possible to smile any brighter, but it was. For when he lifted her a small laughter escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck accordingly. He was such a gentleman, and she adored him for it. A side to him that she had never expected to see, but felt honor every time he showed it to her. "Well that has yet to be determined," she teased him. She could be outspoken at times, but she knew her place when it came to rank. But when it was the two of them together, with no one else around, and they could engage in such intimate activities . . . well, she could openly tease him. The playful mood between them had been so easy to create despite their serious nature in the public eye. When he set her on the bed she remained in the position he put her in, and just watched him. Seeeing him move was so arousing. It never took Callie too long to be consumed with need for him. She loved the way he moved over her body, slowly, determined, gently, tactfully. So many ways she could describe it and each one was sheer perfection. He started with his lips on her neck, causing her to close her eyes and take in a deep breath. He moved over her body as she inwardly cursed the barrier of clothings that separated his lips from her skin. But the moment was certainly building. She felt the air touch her skin, feeling him remove it rather than seeing it, but his mouth instantly warmed her flesh. She opened her eyes when his hands moved to her wrist to hold them against the bed. She didn't even think to fight against it, not even playfully. She enjoyed the control he exerted over her, enjoyed submitting to him. He was far more experienced in this anyway -- as she was well aware that she was not his first. That much had been clear the first night they were together. When he cupped her chest region, she moaned in pleasure, his tongue running over her lips to moisten them, her hardened tips indicating the need for him that was coursing through her entire body. As if that wasn't enough, his lips moved over her agonizingly, with the fabric still covering her breasts. She arched her back, her head sinking against the bed while the upper portion of her body involuntarily pushed up to be closer to him, pressed harder against him. He was saying something but she could hardly pay attention. Not when his hands were working on removing her undergarment. Her hand finally left the bed, fingers tangling in his hair as encouragement as she parted her lips to welcome him in. Her foot began to move up his leg, skimming along the side of it, slowly, hiking up his pants a little before she moved her foot forward more, pressing against his firm center. The need to catch her breath forced her to ease out of the kiss. "And you taste so good," she returned, slightly breathless from all he was making her feel. Tag Marcus Kane

              but I can't live that way

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[Marcus Kane]

Her back arched up into her hands, and Marcus felt himself want to drive her into stronger reactions. Each time she arched, or twisted, or withered under him just made him want to take her higher. It wasn't pride but enjoyment in knowing that he was the source of her pleasure. As she was his. especially when her foot was pressing into his swollen parts, and causing him to want to press back in effort of finding some relief, However he was no longer a boy, and he was not going to 'finish early' in his pants as if he had no self control. She told him he tasted good, and Marcus smiled down at her. That put him of a mind to taste her too.

She was younger then him, by 10 years, and he knew that she should be with someone her own age who could be discovering things with her; but apart of him loved teaching her things, and showing her how good things could be between lovers. He pulled back from her, moving her foot with a groan of self restraint, before moving to the ties of her pants. "Lets see if I can say the same about you." He teased, having done this with her before, and knowing just the way she liked it. He pulled her pants down, removing her boots too.

Looking down at her, Marcus pressed his palm over her. Cupping her while using his other hand to pull her hips tot he edge of the bed. Licking his lips he knelt down on one knee and moved his hand so he could part her lower lips and put his mouth there. He sucked and licked over her clit, while the fingers of his other hand pushed in to her, and began pressing, and massaging the place within her that he knew would drive her to the edge.

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     We've been conditioned to not make mistakes

Callie felt her breathing pick up a little, while her heart raced in her chest . . . threatening to explode. The anticipation was driving her wild, as were his teasing words. She watched him undo her pants before the back of her head rested against the bed once more. She always felt a bit shy seeing him looking at her. While sometimes it strengthened her arousal, she was a modest woman. She'd rather just feel him as oppose to be too self conscious with him looking at her. The moment his lips touched her, Callie gasped. Her hand on either side of her tightly gripped the blanket on the bed, scrunchling the fabric she could reach in her hands. Between his mouth and his fingers penetrating her there . . . the combination was driving her wild. A sound of pleasure fell from his lips, a moan that grew louder and louder. Embarrassed by her own sounds, she reached for the pillow and held it over her mouth, her teeth sinking into it as she felt like her body was on fire. She arched into his touch. closing her eyes and basking in what he was doing to her. She no longer had any control of herself or her body. The liquid proof of her enjoyment was already stared to trickle down her inner thigh with whatever wasn't touching his lips. Everything was tightening, growing, building, and gripping every fiber of her being. She cried out again and again, the pillow against her lips muffling each sound as she tried to stifle them by biting into it. It was all too much and it didn't take too long for her to fall over the edge, her body trembling from the impact of it all. Tag Marcus Kane

              but I can't live that way

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[Marcus Kane]

Marcus loved the sounds she made, and if he was slightly more devious man he would have taken her safety pillow away. However, as he had thought a moment go--she was still young yet. They had time to work up to the boldness of having her watch him, and he watch her as he pushed her body to climax. He loved the feel of her body when he trembled under his touch, and grew wet, and the muffled sounds she made. As she came down from her high, he used his teeth to nip the already sensitive bud before standing up and buttoning his pants. Sliding them off his hips, he stepped out of them while her face was still covered.

Reaching for the pillow he moved it from her face, grinning with pride at the wet places on it. He could tell she had bitten it. "Callie, my adorable Callie," He muttered, lifting her in his arms so he could sit on the bed with her in his lap. It caused his manhood to get pressed between his belly and her own. While he looked into her face, and gave her a moment to catch her breath, he gather her hair to pull back from her face, and pressed her hand to her back to keep her steady on his lap--and to keep her pressed to him as it was the only way he was getting relief. "Tell me how you want me." He asked of her, his lips going to nip her shoulder, "Do you want to be on top?" Her neck, "Do you want to be on the bottom," Her jawline, "Do you want me behind you," he claimed her lips for a moment, giving her time to think. He wanted her to tell him how she wanted it, so she could take some control of how they were as well. Besides, it was bloody hot when she told him. He loved her blushing, and it was also why he asked, hoping that his words would bring it on, or that her words would.