"Alexis?" Dara calls out, as she runs down the hall.
"Not the last time I checked," Jason deadpans, glancing up from the
folder as he closes the door. "You look like hell," referring to her
disheveled appearance.
"Well, when you come across a workout that leaves you looking and
smelling like a rose, let me know, okay?"
Continuing to peruse the files, Jason takes a seat. "You sure hitting
the gym downstairs is such a good idea? I know it’s been almost a week,
but you got banged up pretty good. You’re supposed to be taking it
easy--getting some rest."
Dara ambles over and takes a seat next to Jason, just as he throws the
folder on the end table. "Ah, but see ‘rest’ implies sleep," she
smiles. "And that just ain’t happening lately, I’m afraid."
"STILL having trouble sleeping?" Jason’s voice is tinged with concern.
"Yeah. But it’ll pass." Dara gives a dismissive wave of her hand. "It
always does." Jason shoots her a quizzical look. "I’ve gone through
this before. In a week’s time, I’ll be sleeping like a baby." She
pauses. "You look like YOU haven’t been getting much sleep lately,
either. How are things over at Casa Ten-SEE-ON?" she inquires in an
exaggerated Spanish accent.
"Don’t ask."
"Carly still on the warpath?"
"What part of ‘don’t ask’ didn’t you understand?!" Jason snaps.
"Whoa!" Dara raises her hands in mock surrender. "Guess I’m not the
only one acting like somebody pissed in their cornflakes."
"Look, I’m sorry."
"Forget about it," Dara shrugs. "Guess that’s my karmic payback for
nearly biting off Alexis’ head this morning," as she stands, patting
Jason on the shoulder. "Damn," as she turns back. "You’re like
granite." Absently, her fingers began kneading his shoulders. A few
seconds later, she increases the pressure, causing Jason to wince ever
so slightly. "What’s in the folder--more WSB stuff?"
"Nope." He turns his body so that his back is completely to Dara.
"Papers Alexis needed me to sign. Hey! What--" He grimaces as Dara
applies pressure with her index and middle fingers to a spot right above
his collar bone. Seconds later, agony gives way to relief as he feels
his shoulders almost go completely limp. "Whatever you did, do it
again."
"Felt good, didn’t it?" she laughs. "If I could do that to myself, I’d
have it made." She continues with the massage, Jason responding with an
appreciative groan every so often. "You know, you really should do
something about all this tension you’ve got built up," she laughs
knowingly. Continuing to massage with her right hand, she begins to
thread the fingers of her left hand through Jason’s hair. "Correct me
if I’m wrong, but I do recall us having a discussion about this very
thing not too long ago."
"Yeah," as Jason turns to face her. "We did, didn’t we?" As Dara
continues with the massage, Jason snakes his arms around her waist,
drawing her to him. Slowly, he raises her T-shirt, then leans in, his
lips grazing her stomach.
"You shouldn’t do that," she protests weakly, increasing the pressure of
her fingers against Jason’s shoulders in response to his mouth. "I need
a shower…I’m all sweaty."
"Doesn’t bother me," he murmurs, his mouth traveling upwards. He
stands, his hands busy beneath Dara’s damp T-shirt, stroking her now
pert nipples. As he rubs them between his thumb and index fingers, his
mouth continues to make a meal of her throat and neck. "I could stop if
you like?"
"Don’t you dare," she moans, eyes closed. Drawing him down onto the
sofa, her hands alternately clutch Jason’s shirt and tug at the buttons,
as his mouth drifts from her neck to her bosom. "I think we should
take this elsewhere," she murmurs, between kisses. Just as Jason is
about to respond, his cell phone rings.
"I gotta take it," he moans, in response to the trail of kisses Dara
plants along his neck.
"If you must," she sighs, her tongue dancing around his earlobe.
Jason emits a low growl as he writhes beneath Dara’s mouth and tongue.
"I must," he chuckles, tearing himself away. Whipping out his cell
phone, his eyes follow Dara, who slowly rises to her feet. "Morgan.
Yeah, what did you find out?"
A wicked smile on her face, Dara eyes Jason as she pulls down her
T-shirt. Leaning in, she allows her lips to lightly graze his ear. "To
be continued," she whispers.
Making her way to her bedroom, Dara winces as she raises her arms to
remove her T-shirt--it seems she’d been a little too vigorous with her
workout. The goal had been to work herself into a state of near
exhaustion, with the intent of a deep slumber following. As she quickly
darts into the bathroom and starts the shower, she muses that so far,
the only thing ‘deep’ is the aching of her muscles.
As the steam billows out from the bathroom, she smiles. Maybe the
shower would help, she reasons, as she returns to the bedroom, heading
for the stereo--and if that didn’t, she had a few of Lizzie’s CDs that
would hopefully do the trick. Turning up the volume, as she gives pause
to the current song playing, she begins to rethink her latter assertion:
some group named Jodeci was singing "Every freakin’ night, every
freakin’ day…I wanna freak you, baby, in every freakin’ way." Shaking
her head, Dara laughs. NOT exactly music to snooze to. Removing her
sweatpants, she trudges back towards the bathroom, hoping by the time
she emerges, there’ll be something a bit more relaxing playing.
~*~
Dara groans as she steps beneath the stream of hot water, allowing it to
pummel her aching muscles into submission. Unable to barely see two
feet in front of her due to the steam which now envelops the bathroom,
she wishes she’d left the door wide open, instead of slightly ajar, as
the bathroom is quickly beginning to resemble the steam room from the
gym downstairs.
Slowly, she lowers her head beneath the torrent of water, allowing it to
drench her hair. As she gives faint recognition to the song wafting in
from the bedroom, she begins to chuckle. That "Bump & Grind" guy was
now singing--something about how someone’s body was calling for him?
Oh, yes, she muses…most DEFINITELY will have to change the CD before
lights out. That is NOT the kinda music one sleeps to. CREEPS to?
Maybe. But definitely not sleep. With one hand pressed to the wall,
using the other, she blindly gropes for the shampoo--without much
success.
"Allow me," a familiar voice intones.
~*~I hear you calling
Here I come, Baby, to save you…
Baby, no more stalling
These arms have been longing to touch you, Baby…~*~
"You look like you could use my…assistance," Jason quips. He leans in,
briefly pressing his body to Dara’s as he reaches for the shampoo.
Slowly, he extracts the container from her grasp, while allowing his
lips to graze her neck. The scar she received during the throwdown with
Moreno at the warehouse, while healing nicely, is still visible.
Lightly, he grazes his tongue over it, smiling as he feels Dara shiver
beneath his touch.
~*~And now that you’ve come around
To seeing it my way
You won’t regret it, Baby
And you surely won’t forget it, Baby~*~
Although her back is to Jason, her eyes closed, Dara can practically
feel the heat of his gaze. "That depends," she croaks, as Jason lightly
nibbles her neck. "Are you any good with your hands?" she challenges
saucily.
"Mmm, hmm," he retorts, grinning as he begins to lather her hair. "My
hands, my mouth, and other…"parts," as well."
~*~It’s unbelievable
How your body’s calling for me
Shh…
I can just hear it calling…calling…calling me~*~
Her eyes still closed, Dara leans back, allowing a low moan to escape as
she gives herself over to the machinations of Jason’s hands. Soon, the
shampoo lather isn’t the only thing descending along her body, as Jason
slowly removes his hand and follows the trail of fragrant foam. First,
along her collarbone, then the concave of her bosom--making sure to stop
and pay the same attention to her breasts as his other hand is giving to
her scalp.
Slowly, teasingly, he massages each breast--the lather only intensifying
his (and Dara’s) pleasure, as he rubs her nipples between his thumb and
index fingers. First a soft, gentle stroke; then a firm tweak. As his
hand continues lower, gliding past her stomach, heading straight between
her legs, Dara snaps out of her bliss-like state and grips his wrist.
"Okay, you’re right--you ARE good with your hands," she concedes. "So
how ‘bout putting them to use and helping me rinse?"
"Sure thing." He steps closer, leaving the slightest hint of space
between their bodies, his hand slowly, deliberately ascending her body
which writhes lightly beneath his smooth touch. "Turn around," he
replies, deliberately allowing his mouth to graze her ear. "It’s easier
from the front," he whispers, smiling--knowing the double-entendre will
not be lost on Dara.
"Oh, but it’s so much better from the back," she retorts, grinding her
behind against his ever growing erection. She obliges his request, her
devious grin a mirror image of Jason’s.
"I’ll bet it is," Jason nods, tilting her head back under the stream of
water. "I’ll bet it is."
~*~(My body’s calling for you)
Baby, I can hear it calling…
(My body’s calling for you)
Your body’s calling me
(My body’s calling for you)
Oh, oh, oh…
(My body’s calling for you)
C’mon, Baby, tell me…~*~
Threading his fingers through Dara’s hair, Jason cups the back of her
head, drawing her near. Their mouths meet, dissolving into a slow,
languorous kiss which quickly increases in fervor as Jason’s tongue
teasingly presses forward. Something barely audible, that passes for a
moan, escapes Dara’s lips. As the water flows over them, their hands
travel along each other’s bodies in a slow, methodical exploration of
each other.
~*~What’s your desire?
Baby, your wish is my will…oh, yes it is, Baby
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel, Baby…oh~*~
Finally, breaking the kiss, Dara glances up at Jason. He opens his
mouth to protest, but a gentle finger pressed to his lips silences him.
His silence is but for a brief moment, however, as Dara begins to trail
kisses along his chest, alternating between a flick of the tongue here,
a nibble there. As she descends lower, her hands all the while
massaging his finely chiseled abs, she traces the perimeter of his navel
with her tongue.
Sinking to her knees, Jason offers up a guttural sound as Dara strokes
his penis. Lightly, she laves its tip with her tongue, savoring what
little bit of his salty pre-cum that isn’t washed away by the stream of
water pouring over his body. Hungrily, she takes him into her mouth,
applying slow, teasing strokes. With her free hand, she caresses his
balls, the dual sensation of her mouth and hands all but driving Jason
over the brink. Bracing himself against the wall with one hand, he uses
the other to cup the back of Dara’s head, guiding as best he
can--although it becomes quite apparent from her actions she needs no
guidance in how to please him.
~*~So speak now or forever hold your body
Whatever it is you want from me…Lady
You see, you don’t have to say nuthin’
I know your body wants somethin’
And it’s easy for me to see
That your body’s calling me~*~
"Dara…" he warns, his breathing shallow.
He looks down, barely able to visualize Dara through the steam and
sheets of water which envelop her. A vigorous shake of her head tells
him she has no intention of stopping. Now cupping her head with both
hands, he begins to ease into her rhythm, thrusting in and out of her
mouth--first slowly, teasingly, then as she begins to suck him harder,
taking him deeper, with a fury that surprises them both.
"You’d better pull back…" he groans.
His warning falling on deaf ears, Dara continues on, lost in the ecstasy
of an act that is but a prelude to a moment they both know has been a
long time coming. Never one to try and dissuade a woman who has her
mind made up, Jason reaches out, bracing himself against the wall, then
closing his eyes, offers up a satisfied groan as he comes. As the
tremors overtake his body, Dara continues to suck, lick, and stroke him,
determined to get every last drop. When his breathing has returned to
some sense of normalcy, he helps a grinning Dara to her feet.
"Where…how?"
"Water Torture 101," she cracks, rising. "I was head of the class," she
smirks, as she snakes her arms around Jason's neck.
"I'm not EVEN gonna touch that one," as he arches his brow. Wrapping
his arms around her waist, drawing her closer, Jason offers up a most
wicked smile as he locks eyes with Dara. "Let's just SEE how well you
hold up under torture, Agent Jensen."
~*~(My body’s calling for you)
Oh…I hear it calling me
(My body’s calling for you)
I can hear it calling me…oh, oh
(My body’s calling for you)
Calling me
(My body’s calling for you)
Hey…~*~
Jason slowly sinks to the floor…all the while, his mouth and hands roam
her body. A kiss here…a lick, or nibble there; a bit of kneading in this
area…a rough pinch or tug in that. His hands make their way to her
thighs, swiftly parting them. With the greatest of ease, he flings
Dara’s leg over his shoulder, then gently spreads the lips of her
vagina. Lightly, his tongue flicks at her clitoris, causing Dara to
offer up a gasp. The gasp quickly gives way to a moan as Jason’s mouth
descends on her throbbing clit, alternating between gentle and rough
sucking motions. When he darts his tongue into her damp hole, Dara
clutches his head, whimpering in ecstasy as he proceeds to tongue-fuck
her. Merciless in his quest to give as good as he got, with his free
hand, Jason steadies a now swooning Dara, who grows more faint by the
second as she struggles to hold up under his tongue lashing.
~*~I’m listening, Baby
I hear you calling me
I’m listening, Baby
I hear you calling me…
Hear your body calling me!~*~
"JAAAson…" Dara murmurs, as the second - or was it third? - wave of her
climax overtakes her.
As she wipes the spray of water from her face, with her free hand, she
tries to push Jason away. Refusing to be deterred, Dara’s efforts only
serve to spur him on. His tongue now slowly bathing her clit, Jason
inserts first one, then two fingers inside Dara. The dual sensation all
but renders her unconscious. It’s all she can do to remain standing as
his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit; as his mouth, sucks it
gently, as if he were savoring a most delicious morsel.
"Jason, please…" she begs, her moans becoming barely audible as her
breathing becomes more shallow.
His face still buried between her legs, Jason merely smiles, as he
again, ignores her plea. When Dara cups the back of his head, burying
his face deeper in her mound, Jason knows she’s close. As she writhes
beneath his mouth, Dara alternates between drawing Jason deeper into her
and attempting to push him away. Upon her attempt at the latter, Jason
merely presses her to the wall, all the while smiling as he now doubles
his efforts. Seconds later, Dara all but breaks the sound barrier as
her body heaves from the violent orgasm, her juices spilling forth,
Jason hungrily swallowing them.
~*~(My body’s calling for you)
Oh…I hear you calling me
(My body’s calling for you)
Hear you calling me…oh
(My body’s calling for you)
I can just hear you calling me…yea
(My body’s calling for you)~*~
"Good thing this place has thick walls," Jason cracks, rising to his
feet. Dara, still in the process of recovering, can only nod as she
chuckles. Her laughter is cut short as Jason covers her mouth with his
for a deep, hungry kiss, the taste of her juices still fresh on his
lips. Responding to the toe-curling kiss, Dara moans as Jason cups her
ass. The moan gives way to a gasp as Jason lifts her off the floor.
"Hold on," he murmurs in between kisses.
~*~See your body’s yearnin’…hey
(My body’s calling for you)
Yearning for me
(My body’s calling for you)
And I like it, Baby
(My body’s calling for you)
It’s yearning for me, yes it is
(My body’s calling for you)~*~
Obliging, Dara wraps her legs around Jason's waist. In spite of all the
heat being generated in the shower, she nearly squeals as her back comes
in contact with the tile of the shower wall. Her embrace tightens as
both emit low, guttural growls, caught off guard by the rush which
overtakes them both following Jason's swift entry.
~*~You see I’m wise enough to know when a body’s yearning
Oh, for me…yea
Wanna say it again
See, I’m wise enough to know when someone’s yearning…
Yearning for me~*~
As Jason presses his hand to the wall to help steady him, Dara moans as
he thrusts deeply into her. Alternating the pace of his thrusts, Jason
goes from slow, steady strokes, to quick, jerking thrusts. When Jason
takes his free hand and easing it between their bodies, begins to finger
Dara’s clit, it’s all she can do to hold onto him. Wrapping her legs
tighter about his waist, Dara bites down on her lower lip, thinking
somehow that by doing so, she can keep her climax at bay. With the
water pounding against his back, Jason can barely feel Dara's nails
digging into his flesh. Yet, he can tell that she, like he, is close.
He can hear it in her breathing, and he's sure she can feel how close he
is in the rhythm of his strokes.
They lock eyes, both with the slightest hints of smiles on their faces;
each challenging the other to see who will give in first. Neither
backing down, they engage in a kiss that nearly consumes them both.
Cupping Dara’s ass tightly, Jason begins to thrust harder, deeper, as he
feels his orgasm approaching. In response, Dara’s inner muscles clamp
down tightly about his shaft, letting him know she’s barreling towards a
release as well. The kiss reaching a fever pitch, they both relent and
give in to the moment. As they cling to each other, their bodies being
racked by the tremors, their sounds of pleasure are barely drowned out
by the roar of the water.
~*~Girl, you want me
Oh, ‘cause I can hear your body calling me
Yes, I can
Oh, I can hear it miles away…
Calling for me…calling for me…~*~
The only sounds which can be heard are the sheets of water cascading
around them, and the whirring of the CD player from the bedroom as it
searches for another song. Their bodies are still entwined, as they
both come down from their dizzying high. Jason lightly laves Dara's
earlobe as he glides his hands over her back. Her face nuzzling Jason's
cheek, her arms about his neck, Dara arches her back--a half hearted
attempt at stretching, which is nearly impossible as her legs are still
wrapped around his waist. Drawing back, she eyes Jason in silence. His
eyes, as always, reveal nothing. Yet, for the faintest of seconds, Dara
swears she sees the slightest hint of a smile in them. Grinning, she
kisses him soundly on the lips.
"I take it you're not "tense" anymore?" Jason inquires, a wry smile
forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Nope. How 'bout you?"
"I'm straight." He pauses. "Although…."
As she begins to feel Jason’s erection growing beneath her, Dara smiles,
then following his lead comments, "Just to make SURE…" Her words are
cut off as Jason covers her mouth in a kiss. Coming up for air, she
can't help but laugh as she and Jason slowly slide to the floor of the
shower. "You know," she murmurs, laughing, "you must have one helluva
hot water tank in this place!"