Blueshift

Blueshift Chapter Eight (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *bouncy * The sideflings are almost under control, lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: NOW the smut… Morgan: You still alive out there? Readers/Reviewers: Thank you very much! :)


“Stop it…” Theresa swatted at Sam’s hand as it skimmed over her arm. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“Yeah, I know… it’s kind of irritatin’ when I’m tryin’ to do this to you…” He tugged the sheet down and kissed her bare shoulder. “You’re just damned lucky no one noticed you missing last night.”
She opened one eye and glared up at him. “You’re just lucky Emma’s place isn’t ready for students yet, one semester over due.”
“Oh? I am? Why’s that?” He smiled slightly and tugged the sheet down a bit further, making the flesh on her arms rise in gooseflesh in the cold air of the room.
“Because if I were already there, I wouldn’t be able to do this…” In a deft move, she grabbed his wrist and turned them both over so that she was straddling him and he was staring up at her, surprised being an understatement. “Or this,” she added, grinding her hips slightly, pressing against him.
“Well.. you’re more of a morning person than I thought,” he finally managed, his voice slightly thicker than normal as her body rubbed against his in a very distracting manner. “And here I thought I was being nice, waking you up gently.”
She smiled, her eyes still narrowed from sleep and her hair going every which way. “You were being nice. And I was being nice by not screaming in surprise when someone tried to take my sheet off of me in this meat locker of a room.”
Sam rolled his eyes slightly at her complaining but did not respond aloud. He was too involved in trying to push her nightshirt over her hips, pressing his now-urgent arousal against her bare sex, groaning slightly as he felt her growing heat through the fabric of his nightclothes. “I came in here,” he breathed after a moment or two, “to tell you there’s some big brouhaha downstairs about Jamie. Or because of Jamie. Or… oh!”
“Just a hint,” Theresa said through clenched teeth as she managed to free his length from his pajama bottoms, letting him feel her silken flesh against his arousal, “don’t talk about Jamie when we’re doing this. Kind of a mood killer.” She rose on her knees and licked her lips, aware that her roommate was gone for the time being and she had no idea when they would be interrupted. Without preamble, she lowered herself onto his length, taking him into her slowly, her breath escaping in a soft hiss as he filled her. Sam grasped her hips tightly, clutching hard enough to leave red finger-marks on the soft flesh of her upper thighs. Theresa leaned forward, bracing her hands against his chest, and began to move slowly at first then faster, rocking her hips slightly each time she took him entirely into her sex. Closing her eyes, she arched her throat and murmured her pleasure, her lips parting as she began to breathe harder.
Sam bit down on his lower lip, trying to keep quiet as her wet, hot core slid over him, almost painfully tight around his tumescence, her breasts jiggling just a little with each thrust, barely visible beneath the oversized blue t-shirt she had worn to bed the night before. He honestly did not care in that moment that they were expected downstairs or that this could possibly be the last time they were alone together for a long time if Emma called that day, saying the house was ready. He only cared that he could feel her pulse between them, feel her breath against him each time she exhaled, smell her arousal in the still room, and hear each tiny sound of pleasure she was making, seemingly without realizing it. He inhaled sharply as she pressed against him again, grinding her hips and squeezing his length within her, drawing response from him before he had been expecting it. “Close,” he murmured, closing his eyes and squeezing her hips again, urging her onward.
Theresa smiled slightly and began to move in earnest, her own climax overtaking her, making her stiffen and gasp, curl her fingers and scratch his chest without meaning to as she shuddered her release. She gasped again as Sam’s arms came around her, pulling her down for a hungry kiss as he arched into her, filling her with his own release, moaning into the kiss. She finally had to break away to breathe, resting her forehead against his shoulder as he slowly shrank from within her. After several long moments, she finally mustered her words. “You know,” she said softly, “you should really consider Boston…”
Sam swallowed hard and looked at the ceiling. “The entire city? I dunno… I think I’d get tired out pretty quick after the first half dozen or so….” He laughed when she swatted his arm but he did not answer her question. “We’d really better go before they come looking for us…”
“Yeah, no use pulling a Kurt and Kitty,” she sighed, moving off of him and going into the half bath in her room to clean up.
Sam sighed and reached for the tissues by the bed, glancing out the window as he did so. “Jamie thinks he’s found a comet,” he called as he cleaned up.
“Good on him…”
“Dunno… I think it’d be pretty cool. Maybe they’ll name it after him or something…”
“Comet Maddrox… knowing his luck,” she said, coming back into the room and heading for her dresser, “it’d burst into a dozen pieces and land on all of us…”
Sam snorted. “Well, I don’t think this one will ever hit the Earth but yeah… that would be his luck.” He glanced out the window one more time and sighed. “Weird to think how much stuff goes on out there and we never even realize it.”
Theresa shrugged and rolled her shoulders to work out the kinks. “Well, whatever it is, it better not take long. I’m starving…”
“Eh, probably only be ten minutes. Sure, it’s a big deal but…” he shrugged in turn. “Good for Jamie and all but I don’t see how this will really affect the rest of us.”