Worlds Asunder (Closed for LordUsagi)

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

It leaves her feeling a little cold, despite how on fire her blood and skin both were. She doesn’t know why, and can’t really think about it-he’s still pistoning in and out of her and it absorbs nearly the whole of her attention, her hands moving to her own body instead, one catching in the dark red, silky strands pooling behind her head head, the other brushing fingertips against the soft skin of her flat stomach, smoothing up over the slight rise of her ribcage, cupping her own breast-and watching him as he repositions himself, unsure what it had been she’d been asking for-what it was she still wanted.

He wraps a hand around each of her slender ankles and takes advantage of her effortless flexibility-and she barely has time to feel embarrassed about the vulnerability of that or his statement before he starts to thrust again, just as fast as before but harder, now. She’s going to die.

Her reaction was immediate and intensely erotic, her hand leaving her jolting breast to claw at the blankets, the one in her hair fisting tightly as her back arched and her eyes closed tightly, her vocalizations a crescendo as her inner muscles contracted tighter, tighter-

She screamed and they spasmed around him, powerful contractions in what had already been a very tight sex gripping and loosening, gripping and loosening-tight and in time to his thrusts, pulling him in, milking him-as her rigid body tensed up, breasts bouncing, stomach and chest fluttering with strangled inhalations-and she collapsed, a dazed and unthinking thing in the aftermath of her intense orgasm, inner walls still spasming in weakening pulses.

 

[LordUsagi]

Her inner muscles contracting around him, made it hard for him to maintain the steady thrusts, but it also intensified his pleasure. Through the open V or her legs he watched her writhe in her orgasm. He was pretty sure that of the three or so men she had been with, she had never experienced such an intense orgasm. Her hands gripping the bed in desperation, her bouncing body with each thrust.

“God...you are beautiful,” he let it escape. It was a foolish thing to say, hollow maybe, she knew it, everyone knew she was beautiful. She had been top of magazine lists, many famous men had confessed their desire for her. She was right, he was a perv, he had desired her from the moment he knew she wasn’t a teen. He wasn’t sure why he had said it, even if he had meant more by it, or was he just trying to reassure her that this wasn’t him getting his perv wish.

For some reason he wanted to be close to her, to feel her orgasm, to let her feel his. Was it pride, let her feel his mastery over their bodies, or was it something else. He released her ankles and leaned back down over her. Taking her hand that was clutching the bed he placed it on his backside. He wanted his whole body to experience her pleasure. She would also be able to feel the tightening of his muscles as he came inside her. The closing of their bodies also changed the angle slightly and brought his lower body into better contact with her clit. Reaching out with his other hand to enclose her one that was above her head. Their bodies came into contact and he let out a long sigh, interrupting his grunts of pleasure, as he felt her arched body and breasts run up against him. His face drew close to hers, their lips just touching as he erupted inside her.

His orgasm was intense and he let out a low growling moan as his body released its pent up seed. He tried to maintain his thrusting but it became more of a spasmodic shudder as he collapsed on top of her, out of relief that he had lasted and pride that she had orgasmed.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Jeanine kisses him. Unthinking and instinctive, searingly hot as he orgasms after she does, two abortive pumps before he shudders and collapses, both of them limp and dazzled by the release of dopamine and whatever other neurochemicals and hormones, little fluttering aftershocks.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever...wow.”

Cheek to cheek, she just breathes through her parted lips and listens to him do the same in her ear, her free hand having smoothed upwards over his back. He’d pulled away, earlier. Even now in the dazed aftermath she can’t quite parse the action, or any of what had just happened-she’s just tingly, relaxed, and tired in some deliciously sated way.

Would he leave to sleep in his office? Or would he stay here, with her? Which did she prefer? Had she set him off and that was all it was? Did she care? Did he care? All the awful tabloid articles, the gossip-did he believe any of that? Make the same assumptions a lot of people did?

There was no real telling. She can’t work up any anxiety or embarrassment to fret over the questions, pinned beneath his body in his bed, skin and sex still tingling from the pleasure he had just wrung out of her, targeted and with skill.

She hopes he doesn’t go.

 

[LordUsagi]

If she could have seen his face, she would note the smug look he currently had. He now lay comfortably between her spread legs, his cock slowly softening as his final remnants of seed leaked into her. He thought of it as his cock for now, he had just fucked a beautiful young woman, it was not his manhood that had made love to her.

As he gathered his breath he smiled softly to himself. It felt good to be inside her, her tight pussy had felt good as it had milked him to orgasm. She had looked beautiful as he had pounded into her, her scream a contrast to his animalistic grunts. Now he lay on top of her, pinning her down, the comfortable feeling of her young thighs on either side of him, her soaked sex against his own. He felt relaxed in the comfort of her breasts against his heaving chest.

“Yes...wow is an adequate explanation,” he whispered in her ear. Pulling away slightly so that he could look down at her, “I didn’t expect that.”

She could decide what he meant by that, just as he was unsure about what she meant about ‘I don’t think I have ever’

He continued to look down at her, not sure if he should kiss her. He wanted to, but was it with feeling or lust. He had certainly just fucked her, held her body in place and taken his pleasure, and he wanted to do it again. But he also wanted to lie with her, hold her, feel her, but was that just the desire of having a young body under him, or was it more.

“I guess I wasn’t too big for you.”

It sounded stupid, so he kissed her, interested to see how she would respond.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

i]Expect what?[/i]

Jeanine nearly asks him what it was he wasn’t expecting-when he teased her, color to her already flushed face as he presses his lips to hers, brief and deliciously warm contact-before she’s already protesting.

“W-well I wasn’t sure!” She smiles though, feels a little silly for having said that, having worried about it-when everything had gone just fine. He must think her ridiculously naive, maybe foolish to have blurted that out on seeing him.

She turns a little and her hips follow, separating the two of them and the movement pulling her arm against his side, her hand still on his back-encouraging him to turn onto his side where she cuddles into his chest as naturally as breathing. Her hair has that apple blossom scent to it, same as her skin did.

“I only half know how all of it works-I’ve only done this the one time, and barely remember half of it.” She murmurs, withdrawing her arm closer to her naked chest. She’s so tired, satisfied in a way previously unknown to her.

“Can’t believe everything you read in those trashy tabloids, Andy.” Jeanine mumbles as she nuzzles into his clothed chest, already drifting off-and then fast asleep right there.

 

[LordUsagi]

He lets her maneuver him into a position she feels comfortable in, letting her cuddle up against him. He is even surprised by how welcoming it feels to him, to feel her satisfied body against his. She still smells of blossoms and it is intoxicating to his senses.

“I won’t,” he mumbled against her soft hair. He didn’t need to be told by her about her inexperience.

He couldn’t help but wonder how she would react when she woke, her naked vulnerable body against his. Perhaps it would be best if he spared her dignity and slipped out when she was asleep.

Wrapping her in his arms he smiled, the monster sated for now. Soon exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep, his mind drifting to thoughts of her. Thoughts that would stir his manhood back into life while he slept.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Walking in and seeing Andy in nothing more than a towel had inspired straight up pornographic dreams. The kind that would make it difficult to look him in the eye without turning scarlet for the next day or two, she was pretty sure. Probably wouldn’t participate in the usual banter, not with these kind of thoughts in her subconscious.

Maybe that’s why dream Andy had had that domineering, dominate streak. She’s a flirt, but she’s not a sex starved vixen preying on men old enough to be her father. Andy was rather mild mannered and easy going, a friend. It’d be taking advantage to...what, try to seduce him? Press him beyond the light teasing? She had no idea how she’d really go about either thing.

She’s not some kind of...maneater or...or something. There were enough rumors going around, or had been. In some of the worst of the gossip rags and tabloids (she honestly avoided reading what they print, but she hears about it from time to time, and didn’t let it bother her too much), she’d been romantically linked with just about every male-and one female-member of the League as it was.

These were all sleepy, vague thoughts in her fogged, well rested brain. She’s very warm and also a little sore as she slowly becomes more aware of herself...and of the arms wrapped around her, the scent of Irish Spring soap and…

Jeanine opened her eyes, more than a little confused. The lights were on, for one. For two-she and Andy were intertwined on top of a rumpled comforter in his bed, both completely naked save for a form fitting shirt on his torso.

Holy shit-

Not a dream, it wasn’t a dream-that had all been real, he’d taken all he could take and then done something, turning their little harmless little flirting game physical.

She might have panicked, but nothing about it was regrettable, at all. She could have stopped it. She could have left.

But she hadn’t.

She takes a breath, then two. Unobserved she studied the slight curve on his lips, the faintly satisfied, sated peace in his face-then glanced down.

What are you dreaming about, Andy?

She’d kiss him, but that might wake him up, and she needs to think. Blue Blitz-well. Jeanine-carefully slipped free of his warm, comforting embrace-and turned slightly away from him and towards the ceiling-disappearing and reappearing in the doorway, hand on the light switch. Her eyes trace over his back and buttocks, the slow rise and fall of his calm breathing.

And then she doused the light, and left him.

~*~

The scent of pancakes and bacon drifts through the halls of the bunker, understandably stronger the closer one got to the mess hall. There’s a bit of music playing on the radio, some classical station-and then there she was, freshly showered and mostly dressed-if his button up shirt and nothing else counted as dressed. She hadn't even pulled her boots on-leaving the shapely line of those long legs uninterrupted.

Her hair was in it’s familiar bun just behind her right shoulder, the little braid from her left temple leading to it. She had that trademark lipstick on, too. She hadn’t bothered with dressing, but she’d taken at least that measure-for confidence.

“Good morning.” She says without looking up, waiting patiently for the circle of pancake batter to bubble and signal its needing flipped. “Making you breakfast-that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, a measure of mischief.

 

[LordUsagi]

When he woke he had immediately become aware that she was gone. It was not surprising, if he had woken first he was pretty sure he would have tried to sneak out without waking her. He knew that he would have done that out of respect, let her wake and be able to process her thoughts, without him and his erection reminding her about what had happened. She had snuggled into him last night and he had welcomed her, that in itself was enough to say he didn’t view her as just a release.

When he realized that the light had been turned off, and he recalled with clarity that it had been on when they fell asleep in their exhausted state, it made him smile. She had taken care and thought, something that hinted at a non regretting mind.

His mind became aware of the recent sent of her, the soap she liked to use as well as her own natural odor. He could already sense his mind had kicked into a higher gear. Little Pieces of information that others would forget or fail to process came to him now. She had recently showered and was probably up and about the bunker. This would be a good time for him to shower and prepare himself for the day and perhaps the awkwardness that may follow.

~*~

When he neared the mess hall, the sound of soft music and the smell of the breakfast did more to reassure him. This was not the reaction of someone who was angry, well not the normal reaction and his insight into Blue told him she was too sweet and kind natured to vindictively cook a meal before the tirade of anger.

She was wearing one of his shirts again, and his mind immediately deduced the lack of underwear beneath. Well at least, based on prior interactions and the way the shirt hung on her body, he was certain of a ninety percent likelihood of this being true.

He himself wore a pair of Bermuda shorts, that gave his slightly sore penis a bit of room to roam free, and a tight T-shirt, that he hoped would appeal to her.

“Making you breakfast-that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”

“And a good morning to you Jean Jeanie,” he said walking over to her, “looks beautiful,” he bent down and kissed the top of her head.

Taking a moment to admire her cooking, he instinctively put a hand on her back, just above her backside, “hmmm pancakes and bacon, that makes three things I could eat right now.”

She still wanted to play the teasing game, so he would to.

Stepping away slowly, he answered her question. “Yeah I probably should be the one entertaining my guest, but then it has been a while since one of them was here in the morning.”

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

And everything was fine. He was still who he had been, things weren’t...intensely awkward-and the kiss to her head makes her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t really felt before. She’s not sure what his comment meant-but the tone wasn’t innocent, that was for sure.

”-been a while since one of them was here in the morning.”

“But the teleporter sticks around and makes you pancakes? There’s a joke in there somewhere, I feel like.” Jeanine muses cheerfully, flipping the pancake and letting it cook. She wonders a bit about how long it had been for him, and maybe, a little, how many-from a purely curious standpoint. Other heroines? Fans of heroes? A long term girlfriend or even exwife? She doesn’t know, and none of that seemed polite or ladylike to ask. She’s not overly worried about any of it-just this breakfast, and just that the easy camaraderie hadn’t been lost. She genuinely likes Andy. Last night had been mind blowing, but even so-wouldn’t have been worth the loss of that easy familiarity, not to her. Not when they might be all that was left.

She pulled open the oven and retrieved the plate of pancakes she’d kept warm within it, dismissing her thoughts. He’d honestly woken up just in time.

“Coffee? Orange juice?” She made him a plate, poured his chosen beverage-and then brought her own over, cutting hers up with the side of her fork. She’s not sure what to say, exactly. Or if she should say anything at all? He didn’t seem embarrassed or remorseful, and Jeanine was already set to take his cue-he had all the experience here, after all.

"How long's a while?" Okay, she was too curious NOT to ask.

 

[LordUsagi]

He had watched her finish off the cooking with an lustful eye. She had looked good in nothing more than his shirt as she had finished off her self chosen chore. The kiss he had given her had surprised even himself, it had been familiar and carried more than I thanks for the screw tone. But then he realized he had wanted to show her that he was not dismissing the night before as a wham bam.

He was a little confused by his own feelings, his hand had not strayed to low, when he had been close. He had held back his audible groan when she had bent slightly to retrieve the pancakes. How was he going to handle this, how did he truly feel. He was thankful when she interrupted his thoughts with a question about beverages.

He had asked for a coffee and was thankful when she placed food down on the table, eating would maybe curb any questions. It tasted good, although he would have been grateful no matter what, he needed the boost.

He couldn’t help but let out a audible laugh at her question. How would he answer. He sensed she was asking out of a bit of curiosity and maybe even fun. Teasing and joking, even if a little less innocent than she intended, seemed to be a part of her. Perhaps he could have a little fun himself.

“Well that is a complicated question,” he smiled, “are you asking when last I got laid?” He grinned, she had been the one who had been laid, he had practically held her down and fucked her. Thoughts of her bodies reaction brought a smirk and gleam to his eye that she would no doubt notice.

He took a bite of a pancake and looked at her, “or do you want to know the last time a,” he smiled, “pretty enough tele-porter made me breakfast?”

He ate another generous bite, “This is really good by the way, I could get used to it.”

He had wanted to say ‘get used to you’ but that had sounded too obvious and he was sure that her already relaxed nature about their encounter, didn’t need too much deep thought. Would she see it as a wishful thought of something more, which he wasn’t sure about yet, or a hint about his future horny intentions, which he definitely wanted.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Jeanine nearly choked on her orange juice, a surprised laugh at the blunt terminology, a light blush of color. He’s trouble, she decides. More trouble than she’d figured on, bolder than she had thought. It’s more than a little exciting, but she tries not to admit it even internally-it’d only turn her face scarlet if she did.

No, she was going to keep her cool, dammit. He already knew she wasn’t some kind of sex pot, and while that was good on one level, on another it kind of detracted from her teasing, not being as worldly.

“‘Pretty enough’.” She repeated with an amused smile and a shake of her head. Maybe that’d been too personal a question, and she accepts the deflection. “I suppose the answers to both are ‘Last night and this morning.’” A bite of her own pancakes and a shrug.

“This is really good by the way, I could get used to it.”

“Pancakes are a staple. It was a good way for the ‘new girl’ to make friends, back when I first started.”

 

[LordUsagi]

His reply had caught her a little off guard. Good he thought to himself, she was not only a lot more than pretty, she had a fun, innocent and sweet streak to her. Those both paled in comparison to her compentacy as a hero.

"Oh so you decided to use a new tactic to help fit in with our little superhero team." He gave her a teasing smile.

He knew there was a little of a sexual taunt to his words, so he lightened his innuendo a little. "But honestly the pancakes are greatly appreciated. I haven't had pancakes in almost three months I guess." He winked at her, "and pancakes made by a super, well that has been years."

Okay maybe he was still being a big tease.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

“That wasn’t my idea and you know it.” Jeanine’s blush deepened and she was a lot more interested in her pancakes all of a sudden. “Matter of fact, if I didn’t know better I’d think you had set me up, old man.” She teased back with a stubborn lilt to her voice and tone. He’d been the one parading around in a towel and then his underwear, and he’d been the one to pounce on her, thank you very much, not the other way around.

Not that it hadn’t been fun. Just a shock, was all.

Still, the insinuation kind of...she didn’t know what it did. She took a sip of her juice while she thought about it.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Well my little Jeanie, there is an old saying...it takes two to tango."

He finished his coffee with a smirk as he considered his next words.

"And although you definitely haven't had a lot of dance lessons, some of your technique needs refining," still teasing her, "there has been a lot of talk that you love to Tango a lot."

Another smiling bite of his pancake, "although you tease about dance skills, I don't think you are as experienced as the tabloids say."

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He had a point there-she hadn’t stopped it. There’s no denying that.

Jeanine huffs a breath before pushing away her half eaten pancakes and propping her head up on her fist, elbow to table. “I can’t help what people say-those stupid gossip rags were printing all kinds of assumptions within a week of me hitting the scene, and that only got worse the more famous I got. Jeanine grew up in an insulated pocket dimension with her parents and brother, but Blue Blitz was a mysterious vixen from sexpocolypse. They sexualized the heck out of me first. I just learned to embrace it to a degree, talk smack with the best of them because it was a way to have some control. I mean...it was that or cry about it.”

She’s never talked about this with anyone before. Not even Star. It was occuring to her that he might have been keeping her out of trouble-maybe no one had acted on her teasing before because he’d kept them from doing so. He was the boss after all, and he had known her better than anybody. Really knew her.

Blue Blitz...might have been a part she had played more than anything else, Jeanine was starting to realize.

“But no, I haven’t slept with every Tom, Dick and Harry. I told you I only ever-” She lifted her head, blushing again but pressing on. “-danced the one time. It was last year’s New Year’s Eve party, some reporter-I don’t remember much of it, and I don’t think he does either. Thank God that didn’t make the papers-and I never drank that much wine again.”

A rueful smile plays on those blue painted lips. “I’m pretty sure the only way to avoid those kinds of rumors would be to don a nun’s habit and quit the scene entirely, you know?”

 

[LordUsagi]

"Oh god, please don't don a habit, I would be sent to hell for my thoughts. Feel free to rather cloth yourself in my shirts, much better for my soul, though not for my heart."

He knew it was a direct admission of the effect she had on him, but after last night he doubted she didn't know she had a special hold over him.

"To be honest, I know quite a few prolific dancers and you never gave me that impression. I never fully believed the tabloids were based on truth, even before last night."

He let out a purposeful sigh, "least I don't have to be worried about having my dance skills compared to all those celebs."

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

“Nuns, Andy? Oh man, that probably is a fast track to some serious sinning, one way or another.” The banter is familiar, and Jeanine has that quirked, cocky curve to her lips again, its first appearance that morning. She’s glad he hadn’t thought her some kind of tramp. What other women did wasn’t her business, but just because she was good looking didn’t mean she got around, darn it.

This whole culture was hypocritical as hell-clamoring for sex symbols on the one hand, and then condemning them on the other. She’s glad Andy didn’t buy into it.

"Least I don't have to be worried about having my dance skills compared to all those celebs."

Jeanine burst out laughing. “You didn’t seem worried about that last night, at all.” Boy, he sure hadn’t. Jeanine remembers being pulled across the bed, how bold he’d been. Her heart picks up just thinking about it, a bit of color even though she keeps to her flirty, teasing self. “No complaints from me, anyway-inexperienced or not, a woman knows, right?”

 

[LordUsagi]

"yes there were no complaints from you, in fact your vocal singing and the fierceness of your dance hold, told me I was showing you just the right steps, even if I as a partner...I was so much ....um...taller than you.”

Her orgasm had been quite intense and he could still feel the tight squeeze around his manhood. How did one actually compliment a woman half your age, who despite her playful, hinting banter, was still quite virginal.

It was taking all his control not to take her then and there again. Damn it, he knew he shouldn’t have been thinking about her just minutes before when he was showering.

“No I was definitely not thinking about having my skills compared last night. Besides you don’t have much to compare me with it seems, I would at least win the silver medal for dancing in your eyes.”

He smiled, she was definitely grasping the fun and mirth behind his innuendo. She was even more fun and sweet than he had first figured.

"As to a nuns habit that doesn't do it for me," he grinned, "nurse, air hostesses or even a schoolgirl uniform.” He couldn’t help but smirk as he imagined her bent over his principals desk.

Yes it was an obvious choice and probably sounded a little perverted considering their age difference. He even studied her face intently to see if there was a smirk or disapproving smile.

But my favorite, he couldn’t help smiling as he thought about it, is sure to be a nice superhero in a proper old fashioned costume. He wouldn’t need to explain if he had said it aloud, she was already aware of his perchant for the old fashioned short skirts, tight tops and high boots from his days as hero.

She had lost the bet, but after last night he would not hold her to fulfilling her side.

“So how you feeling today? You up for round two,” he grinned, “or does the mighty Blue Blitz need to recover from yesterday’s ....training.” He gave her a sly wink, “we can take the day off, go shopping, drink some milkshakes.”

She looked so cute slipping her juice boxes, he could only imagine her with a milkshake mustache.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

The innuendo manages to bring more color to her face, and for a moment the teasing minx was bested, choking on a sip of juice and ducking her head behind her hand a moment.

“You’re incorrigible.” She says with a laugh about the costumes, shaking her head as he moved on with a sly wink-and then surprised her with the last of his suggestions.

Jeanine perked up. Go out? Not only would that be a monumental first in what felt like forever-she’d have to don some sunglasses at the very least, they were still keeping a low profile-and for good reason-but out in whatever the local town was?

That also sounded like a date. That’s where her surprise-and curiosity-came from. Because what had last night been? A one and done romp with a famous heroine half his age? A physical thing that started and ended in the bedroom, with nothing else to be expected?

He’d been alone for a while, he’d said so himself. Maybe...maybe in more ways than one. She doesn’t want to push him, pressure him in any way. She’d just...see what happened, she thinks.

“I’d let you take me for ice cream, ‘old timer’.” Jeanine says slowly, a bit of mischief in those kaleidoscope eyes-a little more sultry than teasing, for a moment. Mostly-they’re warm. “Sounds like a nice change of pace.”

 

[LordUsagi]

"Old timer, is it," a small laugh cracking his lips, "this old man still has some skills in him "

His eyes smiled with a knowing hint of what he meant. It wouldn't be hard for her to pick up that he was proud of what happened the night before, and her reaction had shown she had enjoyed it just as much.

"Or...is it the young kitten," he grinned, "wanting to show the old dog that there is more than just prowess needed to win her heart."

He had been thinking about her a lot, was she more than just a pretty woman he had managed to bang. Part of h felt that there was more and he wanted her to know despite his obvious words, he was thinking about this fully.

He stood up and smiled at her. It was a warm smile, one with affection, but his obvious forming erection let her know he still had other thoughts.

"So we can spend the day having some fun, maybe get you something nice to wear. A nice day out between two...um..colleagues." He wasn't sure how to put it. Maybe he should have just said it was a date. "Just don't call me daddy, that might be weird," he winked at her.