Moonlight
by blarney stone
Rated NC-17
Lili/Beckett
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I sit by the window waiting. By coming here again, I've put everything and everyone in jepardy. I can't trust her; I want to with all my heart, but she's got a CVI in her head, and her motivational imperative is working just fine, thank you. If she gets one whiff of suspicion about my activities in the resistance, she'll turn me in or kill me without a moments hesitation. Damn the Taelons; damn their implants.
And damn Jonathon Doors too. No way he'd ever understand this. He'd have me shot as a traitor, without even hearing my side of the story. It's all black and white to him. We destroy the Taelons before they destroy us.
We don't make friends; we don't try to understand, and we sure as hell don't fall in love with a collaborator.
Siobhan Beckett is a collaborator. You can't get around that no matter how hard you try. And I've tried, believe me. I've told myself a hundred times that she's not to blame. They betrayed the trust she gave them when they put that thing in her head. But still, I know she does their dirty work and likes it.
I tried to hate her, I did, but she's got an off the wall sense of humour, a lopsided smile, and what can I say; I'm a sucker for an Irish brogue.
Lights from her car in the distance. My heart pounds and I'm a teenager again. It's my fifteenth birthday and Sandra Dryer invites me up to her little brother's treehouse and we do things that I had only half imagined before.
Beckett steps out of her car and looks at me standing in the window. She smiles that smile. She knew I would be here. So arrogant, I just want to punch her! No, that's not what I want to do.
She walks towards the house; the moonlight glinting off her hair. I think of that poem by Byron:
'She walks in beauty like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes'
My Siobhan.
Trembling, I embrace her. We kiss; a battle of lips and tongues. Her hands roam my body hungrily. Need clouds my thoughts, and I clumsily try to remove her clothes.
She steps away from me and says laughingly, "Easy, Lili! We've got all night."
She holds out her hand to me and we walk to the bedroom, very civilized. I ache for wanting her. She knows it.
Once there, we take our clothes off. I love to look at her. She's so lovely; all curvy and soft and creamy skinned. Me, I'm a skinny tomboy and always have been. I've got more than one scar from the scrapes I've got myself into. But she doesn't care, she wants me anyway.
She reaches out and strokes my arm. I see the desire in her eyes. I trace a pattern with my finger along her jawline, then repeat the process with my tongue. She sighs, and we manuever to the bed.
We lay side by side, her hands on my breasts, mine on her back. She teases my nipples with her fingers, until I think I'm going to scream , but she is merciful tonight, and begins a long, slow process of licking first my breast, then my stomach and all points south.
"Siobhan!" I cry, grabbing her arm. (It's the one with the skrill. I hate that thing. It's such an intrusion on her perfect body. I'd like to rip it off and smash it .)
She pushes my knees up to my stomach, and caresses the backs of my thighs. I groan; I'm on fire and it's only going to get worse. She kisses my knees and slowly, slowly, pushes them apart. Her hands run down my inner thighs, and I want to close my eyes, but I can't tear them away from her. She's magic. Like a dream, she presses her lips against that white hot place between my legs. My body jerks as if it's been struck by lightening.
Her fingers stroke my clitoris, driving me wild, and making my vision blur. I grab hold of the headboard and lift up slightly to watch her.
She's found my passage, and is toying with me. One finger in, then out, then back in. I cry out in wordless passion, desire, and anger. Her merry laugh is my reward.
Without warning, she yanks me down, and impales me with her tongue. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't move as she thrusts into me with her tongue and now her fingers. She owns me.
The spell breaks and my hands are tangled in her thick hair, as I grind against her. Unimaginable pleasure taunts me, just out of reach and I scream. Her free hand squeezes my ass hard, and the unexpected pain is enough to send me over. A blinding light, starting between my legs, spreads in waves through my whole body. I sob and rock as it washes over me.
Moments, or hours later; I lay very still and she holds me, whispering words I don't understand. Gaelic maybe. As I regain my strength to pleasure her; I savour this moment.
I look at her; hungry for me, but patient, she is my Moonlit Lady. There are things that I can never tell her. About the resistance, about Liam. Liam; I promised her that I would take care of him, and I will, even if I have to kill Jonathon Doors to do it.
Somehow, someday, Siobhan, I will make everything right.
the end.
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