I'm Not About To Caught With Your Pants Down

[Marcus Kane]

Marcus left the council room and began walking to his quarters. His thick boots left muted thuds on the hard flooring as he moved down the hall. As per his normal his clothing and appearance was neat and clean, even in these times of limited everything. Marcus Kane would never appear anything but in full control of himself. As he walked down the hall, growing closer to his door, he noticed cherry1 walking down toward him. He assumed she was coming from either fixing something, or visiting someone since their rooms weren't close. Unless she was here to cross paths with him a purpose.

Whatever had happened that first time, and whatever was still happening was something they kept between only them. She enjoyed the places they went while in bed (or out of it) and it made him feel more alive then he had since his youth. While he took control between them, he also lost control with her. He liked that, and it had left him not questioning things between them.

As she passed him, he glanced to make sure no one was behind her, before reaching his arm out to hook around her middle and pull her into his room, before shutting the door and pressing her back against it. Without giving either of them a chance to talk he took her mouth in a feverish kiss, his hands moving from her waist, skimming up her sides, brushing lightly over her breast, and then cupped her jaw. They could say hello with their actions.

[cherry1]

Raven finished lacing up her boots and secured her brace. It was time to set out for another job. She took whatever work orders she could get to feel useful, and this one at least seemed better than just sorting through scrap metal. They were working on fortifying the walls, it wasn’t a particularly complex task, but it kept her distracted. And that’s really all she could hope for. Her leg felt less sore today, and so she was in a better mood than usual. She began the familiar route through the halls to reach her destination. A determined look in her eyes and force in her steps, like a woman on a mission. But this time she took a different turn than usual. It was a longer route to the walls she was supposed to be working on, but this way there was a chance she’d accidentally run into Kane.

She felt like some lovesick school girl. Maybe it was silly and pathetic, but every moment she spent with Marcus was a moment filled with hot passion and need. He was the ultimate alpha male when they were together. She never willingly gave up control with anyone before him. It was something she didn’t know she craved until he gave it to her. And boy did he give it to her. Even thinking about him now got her feeling hot under the collar. Raven heaved a sigh of disappointment when she didn’t see him near his rooms. Oh well, perhaps next time. Only she was dead wrong. The second she felt a strong arm around her waist she all but squealed at the shock. Having no time to react before he pressed her up against the wall and ravaged her. Touching every part of her body, overwhelming her senses. It didn’t take long though for the shock to wear off and for her to respond to the kiss. Opening her mouth slightly to allow him better access and exploring his own mouth with her tongue.

She wrapped both of her legs around his waist and heaved herself up using the door behind her to support her back, never breaking the kiss. Gently pulling at his hair as she used the height of her new position as an advantage. Biting his lower lip and tightening her legs around him. Raven was teasing him, shamelessly. It was a power play, an obvious challenge to his authority. And goddammit she wanted, no needed to know how he would respond.

[Marcus Kane]

She pulled his hair. She bit his lip. She knew he liked control and she knew she was challenging him, and he loved it. The plays they made for control, never came with someone losing--they always both won. With her legs around him, he was holding her up. He knew he was supposed to tell her she weighed nothing, but in truth he liked he feeling of her weight in his hands. It wasn't a heavy burden, but one that felt solid and real--both things were what he needed after the years of being alone. His hands moved to grasp her wrist that were strong from years of working with her hands, and pull them back behind her. Clasping them both in one hand, his other moved to slide up under her shirt and cup her breast over her bra.

Raven Rayes was real. There was no flowers or promises that would be broken, only two people who felt better together then they did apart. He wasn't sure what this was to if he even cared, as long as she kept making him feel so alive. Holding her hands had been his way of gaining the power back, but now he let them go so both his hands could pull her shirt over her head, braking the kiss just long enough to do it. His mouth didn't go back to her lips, instead it when to her neck. He tasted her skin there with a bite meant to bring awareness but not hurt her, then he ran his tongue over the same place to sooth the burn. Moving lower with his bite, he worked his way to her collar bone, and down toward her bra. "Take it off," He told her, lifting her slightly higher so he didn't have to bend as far to take her into his mouth.