What's Your Fantasy

Rating: Strong R to NC-17 for language and sexual situations
Pairing: Pietro (Quicksilver)/Tessa Niles (Sage) from the comics

A/N: Sage is one of my threvorivorite women from the comic series that I intend to bring in to this series, Betsy Braddock aka Psylocke & Emma Frost aka the White Queen being the others. I’m modeling my Evolutionized version of Tessa after the Extreme X-Men comics version where she’s pretty much a total knockout with a very cool, matter of fact attitude. I put her with Pietro mostly for the contrasts. His silver hair a striking match for her blue/black strands and her unaffected attitude is the perfect foil for his cockiness.

This chapter is practically a whole series in itself the way it just kept growing and growing as I wrote, but I wanted the chapter to focus mostly on the couple’s battle of wills and verbal foreplay more than the actual sex. Then I started writing the actual sex and really I just couldn’t gloss over that so settle in for a long read. :-P

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Hustler

Adjusting the sunglasses she wore to cover up the fact that she was using her mutation, Tessa Niles stood just inside the entrance of the dark smoky bar and wondered for the first time since the develop of her powers if they had led her in the wrong direction. Behind the thick red lenses her blue eyes – currently glowing white – scanned the interior for any sign of her target.

Her inner locator was telling her that he was definitely in this seedy establishment so she waded into the mass of mostly male bodies to make her way to a door in the back that seemed to lead to another room.

The spiked high heels of her silver shoes deliberately ground into toes along the way when the men attached to those feet attempted to grab on to her and stop her progress with some lascivious offer.

Inwardly cursing this location choice she finally made it through the throng and stood looking into the backroom where a handful of men with some of their clinging women were gathered to shoot some pool and watch others play.

Tessa’s ruby red painted lips curled upward in a self-satisfied smile as her searching eyes finally found the silver-haired mutant she was looking for. Assured that he was indeed present she turned back around to head to the bar before making her approach.

~*~*~

Keeping his laughter in check Pietro Maximoff knocked the last ball on the table into the side pocket and straightened to face the man he’d been playing against.

"I believe that’s another win and fifty bucks for me," Quicksilver smirked at the greasy biker and extended a hand to demand payment while keeping his pool cue handy in case the guy wanted to give him an argument.

But just like all the others who sat or stood around the room glaring at him this man cursed bitterly, fished out his wallet then forked the money over to the silver-haired hustler.

An unexpected new arrival in the doorway caught Pietro’s eye and almosttractracted him into dropping his earnings.

"If you all wouldn’t mind clearing the room I’d like to try my hand at beating this hustler," the woman in the doorway said firmly to the mostly drunken louts in the room as she slowly removed her sunglasses.

She actually came. Will wonders ever cease, he thought with a smile and arched platinum brow.

The X-Men’s newest recruit, a walking wet dream called Sage, stood there in a tightly closed black leather duster with her blue black hair mostly fastened up with only a few locks free to curl around her heart shaped face.

Though obviously wanting to stay and watch whatever this young woman had planned all the room’s occupants began trudging mindlessly past her to leave the two of them alone.

"Really think you can beat me, X-Girl?" he scoffed as she turned her attention to him.

"Rack ‘em up," she ordered while shutting the door into the room.

Eager to see where this was going to go, Pietro used his speedy mutation to it’s full advantage and had the table set up to play again in seconds.

"Impressive, Quickie," she arched a brow and withdrew a hand from behind her back to dangle two icy cold bottles of beer invitingly in his direction.

"How’d you manage to score these?" he asked as he took one of the proffered beverages.

A smile of pure feminine satisfaction curled her lips as she turned to put her own beer down on a table against the wall before she unfastened and removed the coat she wore to drape it over the stool next to the table.

"I rarely get carded," she turned slowly to face him while striking a seductive pose, "looking like this."

It took all his control to suppress his immediate urge to react like some comically hormonal cartoon character with eyes popping out of their sockets, steam flying from his ears, jaw dropping to the floor and tongue rolling befobefore he collapsed in a mindless heap.

As it was his Adam’s apple bobbed tellingly in his throat as he gulped and ran his wide eyes over her stunning body.

He started at the glorious hair she had piled atop her head with those tempting strands tumbling down around her beautiful face and pale bare shoulders – skating briefly over the jagged black lines tattooed below her blue eyes down over her high cheekbones. Those curling tendrils had his eyes admiring her elegant neck with an inch-wide black velvet collar around its base on their way down to look over her shoulders. Next his wandering gaze took in the sight of her naturally large, firm breasts as they were barely concealed by the silver tube top she wore.

Under his devouring stare her nipples began to pucker and press against the clinging material. She arched a brow when he smirked at the hardening of her flesh and cleared her throat before cocking her head in the direction of the air conditioner she stood near that was blowing cold air directly on her skimpily clad chest.

Not believing for a second that the cold waspletpletely responsible for the visible nubs, Pietro none the less left the delightful sight and continuing running his eyes down her body.

The midriff bared between her top and the light blue jeans that clung to her legs like a second skin was firmly muscled, but in no way masculine or unappealing. In fact his palms itched to slide over it before he wrapped his hands around her slim waist to pull her compact, fighter’s body against him so he could kiss her full lips and smear that red lipstick.

"Would you like a picture? It’ll last longer," she said when his eyes finally reached her feet in their silver heels.

"Got any nudes?"

"In your dreams, Maximoff," she laughed and turned to pick her beer back up.

That long drawn out moment she took to complete the action was definitely meant to torment his imagination with the sight of her slightly bent over with her round little ass pointed his way.

And his imagination went wild as she intended – picturing her tight jeans shoved down just enough for him to get his cock inside her so he could pound her pussy from behind while she braced herself upright on the table and he filled his hands with her lush tits.

Yikes, telepath, he remembered with the object of his growing lust snd hed her head around to glare at him for his thoughts.

After waiting a moment for her to try kicking his ass, which she made no move to do, he deliberately began imagining more scenarios for them to fuck.

"You’re forgetting one," she said as she strode confidently past him to the pool table as if unaffected by the ideas his was projecting.

"What’s that?"

"Me throwing you down on this table and fucking your brains out," she placed her beer on the edge of the table and idly caressed the green felt surface. "You wouldn’t believe how tight all my muscles are. Now are we going to shoot some pool or what?"

Joining her at the table with his cue stick still in hand, he slowly shook off the images her provocative statement created in his head.

"I play for money," he told her, "and I never lose."

"I’ve got money," she looked unflinchingly into his eyes, "and I never refuse a challenge."

"All fifteen balls racked, five bucks won each ball sunk. All shots must be called, any shots that fail to go as called are scratches and loss of turn. Winner sinks the most shots and loser pays up," he rapidly fired out his rules for the game. "You’re not required to go in number order for the balls you call, the goal is to clear the table as fast as possible. Got it?" she nodded as her computer-like brain easily absorbed his words. "Then get a stick and we’re good to go."

"You know," she smirked at him, "if Federal Express ever does those fast talker commercials again you really should audition for the role. That’s almost a talent you’ve got there."

While he ignored the comment and took a sip of the beer she’d brought him, Sage walked to the wall with a definite wiggle of her little ass to pick out her own cue stick from the selection available.

"Shall we flip a coin for break?" she returned to the table and leant her left hip against its edge.

"Ladies first," he moved in closer to give her a suggestive smile and whisper in her ear, "That’s always been my motto."

"And what’s your motto when dealing with a woman and not some simpering little lady?" she returned with a blasé expression.

"Well in that situation I guess she goes first, second and however many other times she can handle before I take my turn," a hint of the desire he was feeling entered his voice and eyes.

"Good answer," she licked her lips slowly then moved to chalk up her stick. "You tongue is nearly as silver as your hair."

"Seems to be a color you like," he said with a pointed stare at her tube top before removing the rack for her to start their game.

"Its one of many shades that look good on me," she bent over the table to line up her shot, making sure his staring eyes got a perfect view down the front of her brief top.

Somehow, while he was taking in that view, she managed to make her break and sink the cue ball in the back corner pocket of the table after it neatly scattered the colored balls without knocking any of them into pockets.

"Scratched," she huffed out a sigh and glared at the mess she’d made of the balls on the table before straightening with a pout.

"Tough break," he joked, fully intending the pun.

Her blue eyes rolled in a manner that said she’d see that one coming a mile away as she moved from the table to watch him take his turn.

After fishing out the white cue ball, he held it in his hand and circled the game surface a few times to carefully study the position of each colored ball on the felt.

Finally seeing the perfect place to position the ball she’d scratched, he did so with an inner chuckle and gave her a smug look before calling his shot.

"Nine and thirteen in the left side pocket, one in the back right corner and three in the left back corner."

Clearly impressed that he genuinely believed he could sink four balls in one shot, Sage stood leaning on her cue stick and watching him line up the shot with interest.

With movements that blurred together from the speed with which he made them, Quicksilver took his shot and did just as he'd planned. The balls numbered one, three, nine and thirteen were cleared from the table and he had managed to get the cue ball to rest in perfect position for his next impressive shot.

"That’ll be seventy-five bucks," he straightened away from the cleared table no more than five minutes later to grin smugly at her openly admiring expression.

"One has to wonder after a display like that if the quickness that is your mutation comes through in everything," she ran assessing blue eyes over his body with a deliberate pause over his groin, "you do."

That stare directed at his manhood made her meaning very clear and it took him a few moments to find just the right comeback.

Once the perfect response was ready to be spoken he swaggered over to her side, leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Believe me, I know when to slow it down."

Skepticism was written all over her face in the way she arched a fine black eyebrow and allowed one corner of her mouth to curl up in a half smile.

"I guess that’s just something I’d have to see to believe," she gave him a playful wink then walked over to her duster to get the money she owed him. "You know," she leaned against the small table next to her coat and looked at him again, "that really wasn’t much of a game."

"Wanna rematch, eh," he chuckled and dashed to across the room to her side in a blur. "Got more money ya wanna lose?"

"Actually," she sighed sadly as she extended her hand to offer him the money she held, "this is all my cash for the night."

He felt no remorse in taking the green she poutily forked over, because he knew damn well she could replenish her cash supply with a quick trip to an ATM.

"Maybe," she watched him pocket his winning and slowly licked her lips when her voice drew his attention to her mouth, "we could play for something other than cash?"

Play it cool play it cool play it cool, he told himself repeatedly as all kinds of alternative wager scenarios flashed through his sex addled brain.

"Whatcha got in mind?" he moved in close and flicked his gaze from her red lips down over her body then back to her mouth.

"Just a more ... Friendly little wager."

"Like … " he prompted with an arched brow.

"Oh, I don’t know. Maybe," she allowed her eyes to run over his body again, "if I win you show me just how well you can slow yourself down."

After her incredibly lousy break their first game the idea of her winning made him laugh out loud, but the seductive quality of her request told him just what kind of wager she had in mind.

"What do I get when I win?" he moved closer so she was pressed back on to the wooden surface she had been leaning against.

"Well," she was unruffled by his invasion of her personal space and easily settled herself on the table behind them, "I guess that would be up to you. I chose the prize I’d like so it’s only fair you do the same."

"So if I want you to get down on your knees and wrap those juicy red lips of yours around my cock when I win, you’d do it?" he urged her legs apart and moved between them to rub his growing erection against her center.

"That depends," desire flickered through her blue eyes, "on whether you have any intention of doing what I want you to if I win and if that’s what you really want me to do if I lose."

Intrigued that she may actually agree to anything he demanded as a prize for winning their next game, Pietro fell silent and gave some serious thought to what he’d most like to get.

The blowjob idea was a good one, though he’d only been trying to get a reaction from this cool beauty by suggesting it. A fantasy of his hands mussing her upswept hairstyle as he guided the motions of her mouth on his flesh and watched the oh-so-ladylike looking X-Woman pleasure him with her ruby red lips developed in his mind and got him so hot the jeans he wore became excruciatingly tight.

Not wanting her to feel the evidence of how much he was being effected physically, though he had a hunch she was unabashedly reading his illicit thoughts, he moved from between her legs.

Seeing her sitting on that tiny table with her legs still spread for his hips had him mentally stripping the clothes off her body for him to get naked and slip inside her. The idea of making that – the right to fuck her till she showed him just how unladylike she could be – his prize for their game of pool quickly shot ahead of the thought of a mere blowjob.

"Ok, cutie," he looked into her eyes with a wicked gleam in his own. "If you win, I’ll be more than happy to show you that my quickness does not apply to everything I do. When you lose, though," he grinned cockily and gave her a leer, "you let me fuck you."

"That’s it?" she gave him a slightly disappointed look.

"That’s not enough?"

"It is, I suppose, but I was hoping you’d be a bit more creative than demanding a simple fuck."

Hearing her say that crude word in her sultry tone of voice fried a few of his circuits and made if difficult to respond to the challenge in her words.

"Believe me," he cursed mentally and turned his head to cough as his voice cracked a bit over those two words. "Believe me, baby, there won’t be anything ‘simple’ about it," he promised with his trademark confidence.

With an expression that clearly said ‘we’ll just have to see about that’ Sage hopped down from the table, picked up the cue sticks they’d both forgotten about and let fall to the floor then handed him his.

"Rack ‘em up again, speedy."

Eager to get this particular game over with Quicksilver did as asked and had the table set up for another game of pool in record time – even for him.

"Your break this time," she moved to pick up her beer and hold it loosely in her hand.

"I can’t do that," he steps back from the table and waves for her to make the first move again. "Gotta at least let you hit the balls before I win this game and claim my prize."

A pointed glare at his crotch for those words told him that the balls on the pool table weren’t the ones she’d like to be hitting before she gave him a cool little smile, put down her beer without taking a drink then moved to start the game.

Once again he was treated to a lovely view of her big breasts as she bent to take her shot after he removed the rack from the table.

Part of him noticed the confident smirk she gave him just before she drew back her stick and sent the cue ball flying, but for the most part he was too focused on her tits to realize what it meant.

The clacking of the balls on the felt surface followed by the distinct thuds and rolls of three balls being pocketed snapped his attention from her chest to the pool table.

Well I’ll be damned, he thought while leaning his chin on the end of his cue stick and saw that she’d cleared the one, two and eleven numbered balls off the table while leaving the cue ball in perfect alignment to take out the number seven on her next move.

Telling himself it had been a lucky break he straightened and watched closely as she moved around the table to pick her next shot. When she ignored the obvious seven in the side pocket move and called out "Nine in the front left corner" he mentally laughed off his momentary thought that she had been hustling him. Just as expected her planned shot failed with the nine ball bouncing off the corner walls and staying safely on the table.

"I got three at least," she stated before backing away to let him take his turn.

"That’ll be all you get," he said as he called and lined up a shot to sink the number three ball.

Before taking the shot, though, he just had to look and see how she reacted to his arrogance. Like some uncontrollably hormonal youth he’d never once been in his eighteen years of life, he eagerly watched her pick up her beer, tip back her dark head, raise the bottle to her pursed red lips and thrust out her chest as she took a long slow drink. When she lowered the bottle and slowly licked up a drop of moisture that had fallen on her lower lips Pietro’s arm jerked, sending his stick forward to make weak contact with the cue ball which then knocked lightly against the number five ball and stilled on the table.

He’d blown the shot.

Quicksilver stood gaping at the number three ball still on the table – having been in no danger of getting pocketed from that pitiful slip – and could not believe he’d done that.

Witch, his mind shouted as his eyes flicked from the game surface to the tempting young woman who he blamed wholeheartedly for his error.

"Don’t you try and blame that on me, mister," she said as her telepathy picked up his thoughts.

"You did that on purpose," he accused remembering the seductive way she’d swallowed her beer.

"I simply took a drink of my beverage, Maximoff," she gave him a condescending look. "Do not blame me if your perverted little mind gets off on such a simple action on my part."

Glaring at her just a bit for that he moved away to allow her to take the turn he’d forever think she’d gotten unfairly.

Any man would react like he had when presented with the sight of her lush tits shoved out against her way too tiny top as her lips and throat worked all too invitingly over the liquid she’d been drinking, he told himself with a mental huff of indignation.

Sulking just a bit, as he was, he failed to notice her smug smile as she called, lined up and missed her next shot.

"Damn it," she jerked up from the table with a pout and bounce of her breasts as she pocketed the cue ball and no others. "I’m actually quite good at this game at the institute. Why do I suck so much tonight?"

Oh bad bad wicked choice of words of little tease, he thought as his mind locked firmly on her words ‘I suck so much tonight’ and immediately began replaying his blowjob fantasy.

"Maybe you’re only good with the X-Geeks ‘cause they don’t know shit about how to play either," he suggested with a smirk.

"And you know sooooo much?" she cooed sarcastically.

"I could blow your mind with all I know, Sage."

"Doubt it, Quickprick, my mind is like a computer and it would take a lot more brainpower that yours to overwhelm it," she countered cockily.

"Well now," he got the cue ball in hand and moved to stand next to her, "computers are notorious for crashing at the drop of a hat. I bet I could find the right combination of keys to hit to fry your memory and short out all your circuits."

He’d leaned in so close to whisper that last bit as a husky promise against her lips that when she smiled in response to his words and let her pink tongue out to lick those lips she inadvertently brushed his mouth as well.

When he groaned a little and made to move that last fraction of an inch to bring their mouths together she coolly turned her head to the side so his lips brushed her cheek before she walked away to pick up her beer.

"Enough talk, Silver, let’s see all this incredible knowledge of yours in action," she moved to a stool against the wall and sat down to watch him play. "I’m a bit thirsty again so you may want to avert your eyes so you don’t blow this next shot from watching me sip my drink," she taunted.

Determinedly he placed the cue ball on the table, called out his shot, lined it up and took it while keeping one eye pointedly on her as she took the aforementioned drink. She swallowed her sip, put down the bottle and gave him a little round of applause for successfully sinking the twelve ball in the side pocket.

Feeling sarcasm behind her clapping hands he scanned the felt surface for the most intricate shot possible and called it the second he saw it.

"Nine in the front left corner, seven in the side and five in the back right corner," he looked up to see her reaction to the bold choice.

She rose to her feet to study the table and scoffed at him, "There’s no way you can get those bounces just right."

"Watch the pro work."

After giving her a sly wink he dropped all his attention on this shot. Eyes focused on the cue ball and it’s targets with his mind set on just the right amount of speed and force he needed to put behind this next movement of his stick, he gripped the tip of his tongue between his teeth and let go.

The second the chalked up end of his stick his the cue ball he shifted his attention to Sage to judge by her reactions just how well he’d done. He heard a series of clicks and clacks and watched as her expression grew a tad miffed and knew he’d successfully knocked all three balls into their designated pockets.

"Showoff," she muttered darkly in his general direction as she continued to glare at the pockets that had so easily accepted his shots.

"You know," he bit back a smirk and rounded the table to stand a little to her side behind her, "I’d be glad to show you how this is done."

She just rolled her blue eyes at him then moved her gaze pointedly from him to the table and back again.

Obeying her silent order to make his next move in the game, Pietro refocused on the table and called out an easy shot.

As if determined to figure out how he played this game so well Sage bent over the edge of the table to focus intently on his actions. So intently that she failed to notice how her tube top slipped lower over her right breast to reveal the slightly hard nipple.

He certainly didn’t miss that tiny unveiling and as his mouth watered at the thought of sucking on that tit, his hands slipped and he fucked up another shot.

"Don’t tell me that wasn’t deliberate," he snapped at her after a moment of loudly cursing the cue ball that had flown off the table under the force of his uncontrolled strike.

"What did I do this time that made you blow that?" she stood with a mocking glance in his direction.

"That!"

Looking truly puzzled she drops her gaze to the chest he was pointing at with such accusation and self-righteous indignation.

With a slightly red tint to her cheeks and a muttered curse about ‘stupid clothes that don’t stay put’ Sage instantly turned her back on him and righted the top.

This was not the kind of girl to feign or waste girlish blushes, so Pietro’s sulking ceased in the light of her obvious surprise and embarrassment at the little peek a boo slip.

"You can do that one over," she offered almost shyly once she was composed again.

"No need for that. I’ll get my turn again in no time and it’s my own fault for looking at you when I should have been concentrating," he admitted with rarely exhibited chivalry.

"I just may surprise you and not let you get another turn," she responded to his kindness with a soft smile and flirty wink.

"You’re welcome to surprise me any time, any way you want to," he fell back into his Casanova mode.

"Good to know I have your permission," she moved her attention to the table.

As she intently studied her options for a sinkable shot he dashed behind her, placed his hands on her hips and bent to whisper in her ear, "I’m still willing to give you a few pointers."

Rather than pull away and make some independent female remark along the lines of not needing any help from him, she kind of leaned into him and turned her head to look at him. The movement put their faces very close together and all they needed to do was move their heads a little more and their lips would meet for the first time.

Her chin tilted up just a bit more and he tensed in anticipation when her lips parted, thinking he was going to taste them.

But the girl was only moving to speak and as he reluctantly accepted that her words began sinking in.

"Do you really think you can teach me?"

"Definitely," he stared at her lips as he answered. "Lots of things," he whispered before moving his mouth that last breath to rest against hers.

It was just what a first kiss should be - slow and soft and exploring, a bit awkward due to the way her head was twisted around and leaving them both wanting more when it ended.

"Pietro," she sighed gently over his lips before straightening away from him, "we have a game to finish."

For a moment he alternately gaped and glared at her as she stepped away from his body to calmly chalk up her cue stick.

Her reminder of their game led to his remembering the wager they had running and he shook off his momentary anger at her seeming dismissal of that all too brief kiss to focus on ending this game and claiming his prize.

~*~*~

Biting the inside of her cheek helped keep Tessa from laughing at loud as she got the cue ball in hand and turned to face the still reeling Quicksilver.

Never said I’d make this easy for you, she came very close to projecting the teasing thought as shckedcked her head to the side and looked at him for guidance.

"Where do you think I should put this?" she asked innocently while lifting the cue ball in question. When he gave her a look that clearly suggested a place she was not about to put the object she sighed, "You’re the one who suggested helping me."

He sighed at the reminder and turned her to face the table with him close at her back.

"Ok, look at where everything is closely and tell me where you think it should go," he ordered softly near her ear.

Distracted by the warm tickle of his breath over her ear, stirring the dangling strands of hair around the lobe, she just blankly pointed to a spot on the table in response to his words.

"Good choice," he nodded against her shoulder. "Now tell me what numbers you can clear off by putting it there."

Surprised to hear that she’d actually managed to point at something useful she turned her attention to the table and studied the spot she had indicated.

"The fifteen and four would both go in the side pocket. Could get lucky and send the three into the corner," she discovered as she focused.

"Rule number one: Pool has nothing to do with luck. It’s a game of planning, thought, precision, skill and just the right touch of force with the cue stick to bring it all together," he indicated for her to place the white ball on the table. "Now rule number two applies to how you handle your stick. It’s not a weapon, it’s a part of you whenever you’re playing this game. You handle it with care and confidence, caress and grip it like a man’s dick."

Unable to resist some remark at that she gives him a look over her shoulder, "Is that how you got so good at this? Practicing your grip on men’s dicks?"

"No, but if you think that kind of practice will help you," he took her hand and placed it against his groin, "feel free to make this your first session."

Unaffected on the outside at the feel of his erection under the denim of his jeans she gave in to the little voice inside that wanted to enjoy the sensation and stroked him until his hips jerked into her hand for more.

"I think I’m ready to try that shot now," she whispered huskily while removing her hand and turning to line up the shot even as he sputtered behind her at the sudden end to her touching.

Her low level telepathy told her that ‘bitch’ and ‘witch’ were being repeated constantly in his mind for her deliberate lead on then stop cold actions.

Bending over the edge of the table and readying her stick to take the shot she was seeing in her mind she ignored him and called it, "Fifteen and four in the side, three in the corner." Without hesitation she followed her words with a snap of her hands to send the stick smacking into the four ball to send it and into the fifteen to roll them both into the side pocket. The cue ball also kissed the number ten with enough force to knock it into the three which immediately rolled the last few inches needed to drop into the corner pocket.

"Lucky shot," Pietro groused huffily behind her.

"Rule number one," she straightened with a wicked smile and turned to fhim,him, "pool has nothing to do with luck."

Ready to stop this little dance now she confidently moved away from him, circled the table to stand across from him and picked her next shot.

"Eight in your side pocket," she called as she leant over the table to take the shot, smirking as she sent the cue ball forward to knock the black ball into the pocket situated directly in front of his groin.

A typical male reaction of ‘Ouch’ was heard running through his thoughts as he correctly realized she’d been meaning to make him worry about the safety of his ‘jewels.’

Soon he began mentally cursing her, though, and she relished every insult and snide remark her telepathy detected as she confidently moved around the table and cleared it of the remaining balls until the game was finally over.

"You hustled me," he gaped at her disbelievingly. "The whole ‘I thought I was good at this why do I suck tonight’ stuff was baloney!"

"Can I help it if you’ve got ‘sucker’ written all over your face? Flash you a bit of flesh, act all girly and a complete ditz at this game and I kI’d I’d have you eating of tof the palm of my hand," she placed her cue stick on the table and smiled triumphantly.

"Why’d you let me win your money?"

"So that I," she rounded the table and moved to press him against the edge of it with her body, "could get the better prize. That prize being you *she stroked his cheek with one hand* showing me *she used her other hand to raise one of his hands to her chest just above the swell of her breast* that that speed of yours ‘does not apply to everything you do.’"

"Do you mean that the way I’m thinking you do?" he asked a bit uncertainly even as he lowered the hand she’d moved until it was cupping her breast and stroking the nipple into arousal.

"Yes," she whispered without hesitation while leaning in to kiss him.

Both of his hands raised to slide in to her hair and hold her head in place to make sure she didn’t break this kiss before he wanted her too.

She had no intentions of ending the kiss, in fact she was trying to deepen it when he pulled away to give her that familiar smirk as he reversed their positions so that she was the one pressed against the table by his obviously aroused body.

He shifted to remove the pins from her hair and send the long black strands tumbling down around her face and shoulders in a tousled mass that he immediately sank his hands in to. When he used that grip on her hair to pull her face to his she already had her eyes closed and lips parted for a deep tongue tangling kiss.

That never came.

Instead her eyelids fluttered under kisses he feathered over them before moving down her nose and across her cheekbones, slipping his tongue out to trace her tattoos. He nuzzled each of her ears with his nose before lightly kissing her earlobes and trailing kisses along her jawbone.

Once he’d kissed all of her face except her still parted lips he moved his mouth down her neck, kissing both sides before going an inch lower and repeating those kisses.

By the time he got to her bare shoulders she was squirming against him for more – more pressure, more speed, more touching, more anything.

"Pietro," she finally gave in to her body’s urgings to moan pleadingly as he traced her cleavage but made no move to bare her chest and suck on her tits as she knew he wanted to from his thoughts.

In response he ran his hands slowly over her sides until his fingers were under the bottom edge of her tube top and he then began slowly rolling the clinging material up over her chest before pulling it off.

Thinking he was finally going to give them more attention, Tessa arched back over the pool table behind her to thrust her breasts toward him, but he continued to kiss and lirounround them.

"Quicksilver," she groaned while fisting her hands in his short silver hair. "Stop playing with me."

While ignoring the demand of her hands to suck on her nipples, Pietro slide a hand down over her bare stomach to unsnap her jeans and lower the zipper as he licked his way up her neck to her ear.

"You wanted me to slow down, baby. Just giving you the prize you asked for," he bit her earlobe and slowly slid his hands into the opening of her pants. "No underwear?"

"We both know this is what I came here for. Why bother putting something so minor on just to have it torn off?" she turned her head and captured his lips in a deep kiss. "Not that you’re tearing things off here," she pouted as he broke the kiss.

"I repeat, I’m just doing what you asked of me, showing you I can slow down. That my ‘speed’ doesn’t apply to everything I do," he slid her jeans down over her hips and lifted her up on to the edge of the pool table.

"I only meant for you to go slow compared to your usual pace of things," she moaned as he removed her shoes and pants. "I wanted to see you go at a nice normal rate for your average guy," she gasped as he parted her legs and began licking and touching his way slowly up and down each limb, "not go slower than your average snail."

"You mean this," he pressed her thighs further apart and placed his mouth just a fraction of an inch away from her pussy, "this isn’t how slowpokes do it?"

His breath tickled over her moist lower lips as he spoke and when he ended his question with his tongue parting those lips to search out her clit, Sage fell back on to the felt surface of the table to simply enjoy this torture.

He placed his hands at the top of her thighs to hold them open, using the thumb on each hand to do the same with her labia, as he slowly licked his way up and down her slit over and over and over again.

She was moaning for him to do more – to thrust his tongue inside her, to use his fingers, to suck on her clit – while writhing on the table and squeezing her sensitive breasts.

When Pietro looked up from what he was doing between her legs and saw what her hands were doing he straightened with a grin and tsked, "That’s for me to do."

"Then do it," she ordered as she opened her eyes to look in to his while removing her hands from her chest.

"Patience is a virtue," he smirked before slowly circling her areolas with his fingertips.

"And virtue," she sat up abruptly and wrapped her arms and legs around him, "is highly overrated. Now," she kissed him until they were both breathless, "you’ve proven you can slow down so stop playing around and fuck me."

"Bossy bitch aren’t you?"

"Just wanting to make sure I get the best out of my winnings," she slid her tongue over his jawbone until her lips were pressed against his earlobe. "Do you really want to draw this out any longer?"

She was delighted to hear his mental reply of ‘No’ as he moved back to remove his clothing with a blur of rapid movements.

Before she could check out his fully nude body he’d moved it back between her legs and tightly against her own and she didn’t much care anymore to do anything but feel.

His lean hips fit perfectly in the cradle of her thighs. Her hands roamed all over his firm back, relishing the flex of muscles as he ground his body against hers and explored her torso with his hands and mouth.

Still she was making hungry disappointed little sounds as he failed to enter her more than willing body. He was simply rocking his pelvis in a way that had his cock sliding between her moist folds and stroking over her clit, h seh seemed to swell even more under his ministrations.

"Pietro, please," she finally gasped while wiggling her hips and trying to slide him inside.

"Was that so hard to say?"

As he asked the slightly taunting question he pulled her off the table and turned her so she was standing against it with her back to him.

"Please what, Tessa?" he ground his cock against the flesh of her ass and stroked her outer thighs as he breathed the question in to her ear.

"Fuck me, Pietro. Please," she looked at him over her shoulder, "fuck me."

At her words he positioned her as wanted – with her left leg raised until it was practically draped over the edge of the table she was leaning over - and bent to claim her mouth with his as he shoved his cock into her waiting pussy from behind.

"Like this?" he filled his hands with her tits and slowly thrust in and out of her as his lips sucked on the skin where her neck and shoulder met.

"Harder," she grabbed on to the edge of the table with both hands and ground back against him.

Her order had his mouth sucking so hard she knew she’d have a few very noticeable hickeys to explain and his fingers began squeezing and plucking at her nipples with wonderful pressure, but his thrusts remained unchanged.

"Faster," she looked over her shoulder to beg.

"Who’s doing who here?" he arched an eyebrow at her.

"At the rate you’re moving no one is doing anyone," she pushed back suddenly and pulled free of his hold to turn and once again sit on the edge of the table. "Now for the last time /stop/ playing around."

His eyes flared with extreme passion or anger or a combination of the two at her words and he rather roughly pushed her back until she was lying sprawled back on the felt of the table that he quickly climbed on top of to place his body atop hers.

"You want fucked then?"

"Yes," she moaned in rapture as his hands moved hard and fast over her breasts, her quivering stomach, her wetness and her tensed thighs.

Their eyes met as he thrust himself back inside her and instantly her heels were digging into the surface beneath them and her fingers gripping his shoulders to keep him close.

He withdrew to slam back into her and she used the leverage provided by the placement of her feet to buck up to meet his hips when he thrust back in. Their combined momentum sent him in so deep they both froze to savor the penetration – he with a groan and she with her eyelids clenching shut over eyes that were rolled back in their sockets.

She felt his hands sliding under her back to curl up over her shoulders and hold her in place for each of his powerful thrusts into hedy. dy.

Sweat was coating their bodies as they pounded against each other. The sounds of their labored breathing, moans and groans, and the hard slap of their flesh as it smacked together filled the room and drove them to go even faster, get even louder.

She wanted to kiss him, to feel his tongue thrust into her mouth like his cock was her cunt, but they both needed their mouths to breathe so kissing was out. Finally she settled on digging her fingernails into his back and sucking strongly on the side of his neck to mark him with a hickey like he’d given her.

Then they both did this twist with their hips as he was buried as deeply within her as he could go and she threw back her head to cry out his name.

Knowing he’d found her sweet spot, Pietro repeated the movement once harder than the first time and she began bucking uncontrollably under him with her orgasm. He gripped her so tightly she was sure to bruise just to keep from being thrown off her body as he pounded into her three more times before joining her in oblivion.

~*~*~

It took them nearly an hour to recover, redress and make their way through the crowded bar while skillfully avoiding patrons who wanted to know what the hell they’d been doing in that back room as well as jerks who wanted a piece of Sage.

They both wore contented smiles, though, as they made it out to the dimly lit parking lot and found her car.

"We gonna do this again?" Pietro asked as he leaned against the driver’s side door and brushed aside the collar of her leather duster to stroke over the red mark he’d left on her neck.

"Not an exact replay of this," she looked rather disdainfully at the dive he’d chosen, "but the hooking up? Absolutely."

He smiled happily at her words and pulled her against him for a kiss that would have ended with him taking her right there in the parking lot for anyone to see if she’d worn a nice, easy access skirt.

"Next time wear a skirt," he ordered as they broke apart and he moved away to get his body under control.

"Maybe," she said with a smirk before getting in her car and driving off.

Glaring after her he vowed their next meeting would not end with her leaving in such a fashion as he stomped overa paa payphone to call for a cab.