I May Not Know Art, but...

"I May not Know Art, but..."

orig. ...decades ago (?)

Tracey (older) x Elly Sketchit

Adult

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The lanky man that held her hand led Elly quietly to the corner of the castle grounds. He was trembling and looked a little flustered and nervous.

"We're going to your gazebo, aren't we, Tracey?" she asked. "What do you have in mind?"

"Ah, well..." She flicked her ears in amusement when she saw him blush.

"Oh. That." She chuckled when his flush deepened. Tugging on her hand, he brought her to the large, screened in gazebo that was his yard domain. It was a large, hexagonal wooden one crawling with a wall of dense ivy and screened in on all 5 sides. There were padded benches with weather-resistant cushions and a table on one side as well as a wooden easel. The table was covered with a blue cloth and flanked by two lit candles, both in stained glass holders to keep the wind from blowing the flames about. The lights reflected off the candleholders and rainbows danced about. Tracey smiled shyly and led her inside. She gasped when she saw how beautiful it looked. Set between the candles were a few brushes and a jar filled with something amber-colored.

"Here." He reached out and took a bowl from the table and took a bowl. "It's your favorite. Heavy cream, not milk." Elly's ears perked and she grinned widely, showing her sharp fangs.

"Whee, thanks!" she took it from him and noticed what the thick white fluid was resting in. "Just a bowl. No straw, no glass?" Elly chuckled. She bent and lapped delicately at the sweet liquid while he watched. Tracey held his breath and pressed his palms together while he watched, fascinated. She purred over the rich drink and cleaned her face neatly with her tongue and hand. After smoothing her whiskers back she noticed Tracey had sat on one of the benches and was fussing with the pillows.

"Sit next to me, Elly." He patted the plump cushions. When she did he smiled and tossed his hair slightly back with one hand. "No, closer." She moved against him and he rubbed the fur on her neck with his fingertips. She responded by tugging gently at the scruffy patch on his chin. As he had aged, he'd grown a soul patch for some reason, and at twenty-one it was as dark as his hair. It intrigued her and she found it both adorable and a good fit for him.

"You liked watching me drink, didn't you?" she asked softly. His eyes darkened further and he tugged on his shorts. Seeing this, she giggled wildly. "Aha! Proof!" Her hand rested on his crotch and felt his reaction. "You did."

"Well, yes," he admitted shyly, blushing. "But I wanted this to be your night."

"Me?" Her violet eyes sparkled mischievously. "Well, if it is, then take off your shirt?" He shuddered, half of him still wondering what she saw in him when no one else had ever given him a chance. He quickly complied and the shirt was soon piled on the gazebo floor. His lean frame was warm against hers when he rejoined her on the bench and she let out a soft mew of appreciation.

"Better?" He curled an arm around her and husked this, his throat dry with anticipation.

"Much." Elly sighed when she felt his lips touch hers and she relaxed in his arms, reveling in his gentle embrace. He broke the kiss suddenly and looked into her eyes.

"I know there probably isn't anything I can do for you others haven't," he stammered, "But I…" He looked down, surprised at the finger she placed on his lips.

"Don't you dare ever think that," she said firmly. Her face was stern and set. "Whatever we do together is different because we're loving each other." She removed her finger and caressed his face. "Got that, Sketchy?" He gulped past the restriction in his throat. A flood of emotions surged through him and he held her tightly, pressing his body against hers. Elly moaned softly and stroked his back.

"Okay," was all he finally managed to choke out.

There was no wind, and the night was warm but not hot. It was most pleasant and the gazebo was a gorgeous, glistening array of color from the candles on the table. Tracey slipped from the bench and strode quickly over there, grabbing the bottle and a few brushes. He walked back and sank to his knees in front of the astonished furry woman.

"Close your eyes, Elly?"

"Why should I?" She asked playfully. She stuck her tongue out at him and wriggled with laughter at his expression.

"If you won't, then…" he cast about and finally his eyes brightened. He reached up and popped the headband out of his hair, which immediately fell appealingly about his earnest face. She sighed when she saw that and absently reached out a hand to smooth it back properly, but he grinned impudently at her and slipped the band over her eyes.

"Hey!"

"Shhh, Elly. Just feel." He kissed her neck. "There's no need to see…yet."

A hand slipped over her uniform top and grazed her breasts. Trembling, Elly submitted, not tearing the makeshift blindfold off and playing along. Her hands moved over his nude back again as he leaned against her. She felt his warm breath on her chest and then he was nudging against the cloth with his lips, causing her to groan with delightful anticipation. His hot mouth nibbled on her through the material and she twisted about on the bench, tossing her head lightly with passion as he teased her. After what seemed an eternity his mouth trailed to her other breast and repeated the action. Elly dug her claws into the cushions and resisted the attempt to yank the headband off. Her lavender hair swayed with every jerk of her head and a forelock was resting lightly on the blindfold. Finally, when Tracey lifted her top and pulled it off completely she raised her arms to assist him. Her top joined his on the floor and she bit her lip, closing her legs tightly against each other to still the wild thrills racing through her loins. The night air ruffled the lighter-colored fur on her chest and belly. Since she was still wearing the "blindfold" his touch came as a complete surprise, his fingertips deftly flicking the fur out of his way and finding the tightly drawn nipples beneath. Once he'd pinched them softly a few times, she heard a clinking sound and then his boyish chuckle ghosted up at her.

"What is it?" she murmured.

"You'll see," he whispered and she felt a light, drawn out stroke coat one of her nipples with a smooth-feeling substance. It oozed down her fur but Tracey's mouth was already there, catching the droplet and closing his lips around the nipple above to suckle the moisture off. She howled, stricken, at the sensations.

"I'm painting you, Elly," he gasped. She felt what she surmised was a paintbrush tip swipe her other breast lovingly, slowly. "It's honey, be-because…" The words almost failed him and his voice dropped lower. "...well, you're so sweet."

"No one's ever talked to me that way before." Elly gasped, writhing under him as he snaked his tongue out to lick the other one clean.

"No one?"

"No one…ever," Her cry tore directly through him and he pressed his face into the hollow between her breasts.

"I want to do something, but I'm not sure if you'll like it…" His hands now fell lower on her body. "And I'm kind of nervous." She felt his dexterous fingers insinuate themselves inside her shorts and slip over the darker fur that covered her lower area.

"Okay." Lifting her body for him to help slide her shorts off, she panted lightly. "It's okay. Whatever it is. I trust you." His expression was completely awed and still a bit nervous. The flush on his face spread lower as she shifted on the bench, spreading her legs for his gaze.

"Oh, god, Elly. Really?" the words were forced out of him in a rush. The paintbrush dipped in the jar again - she heard the sound -- and then his fingers were spreading the fur out on her open body. The air was quite cool on her swollen tissues and she shuddered a little, feeling wanton and not caring. The brush touched her body and Elly whimpered, laying her ears back. He gently painted every bit of her until she was soaking, coated with an amber glaze. Mesmerized by the sight he drew close to her on his knees and stared for a time. When he heard her whining with desire he leaned forward and tentatively flicked his tongue out. She barely felt that and hissed with passion. The next careful dab was a little one, too, and she groaned loudly. Encouraged, Tracey grew even bolder. His tongue swiped the full length of her slit as her cries became almost continuous.

Her hands grasped the back of his head as he experimented. Lapping gently and tantalizingly, he licked all the slick honey away from her body and began to kiss her deeply. Moaning, writhing and clawing the cushions, she could barely stand it as he seemed to instinctively find all the spots where she liked to be touched that way. His lips warmly kissed her all over; little, light, fluttery kisses that caused her to almost reach the edge. She whimpered but he backed off and licked lower instead. Obviously enjoying this, Tracey murmured a term of tender endearment and slipped his tongue rapidly in and out of her body.

"You really like this, don't you?" he asked hoarsely. She could only purr and vent a series of ecstasy-laden mews in response. "Yeah…" Tracey kissed the top of her swollen body and she shrieked with pleasure. "I do, too. I love all of you," he whispered as he continued to dab carefully at the one area that would give her release. She was starting to sob and cuddle his head to her and he settled his lips against her that small, hard little button and gently suckled. He didn't stop suckling even when he heard her shriek.

"Tracey!" her cries grew more urgent and finally she screamed out with joy. The lavender-furred lady's writhing was inspired and the young man drew back at last, his eyes wide at her outburst. She had been loud. So loud. And all because of him. He was blushing wildly, his breathing coming in harsh, rasping gulps. The young man reached out and slid the headband off her eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments, the pokemon watcher trembling with every second that passed. He finally couldn't restrain himself and he pushed his shorts down, drawing her against him, pulling her down to the floor.

"I have to do this now," he whispered, nudging her knees apart and pressing inside her moist body. Elly tensed and clung to him.

"Again? I don't know if I can handle it again..." she choked, straining. Her face was tense and her eyes were tearing at the corners. They were filled with love and pride and so very, very dark that he blinked. He couldn't tear his gaze away and he lost himself in them as he began to thrust. His body was bulkier down there and very stroke caused her to moan in rapture and she was soon straining against him yet again, her expression clearly showing that he was going to give her a second orgasm. To say he was proud would have been an understatement. Tracey was so excited at the prospect that he immediately swelled and felt himself start to shake all over. He held his lover's eyes with his and pleaded with her.

"Elly, please... can you, again? For me?" His strokes grew faster as he began to moan and felt the rising pleasure break and flood through his body. Dimly, he was aware of her screaming underneath him and telling him that she was, she was, she was!

"I should have changed form," she murmured, wincing at the feeling of sticky fur. Moments passed and she shook her head resignedly at the sound of Tracey's muffled laughter.

Moy Mell, 9: Don't You Want Me

"Moy Mell, 9: Don't You Want Me"

orig. 12/06/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Volkner - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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Neuro was fast - he'd told them it would only take a short while and he was right. Word spread, and reporters jumped at the chance to speak to them about what had happened. Sanji went into his room aside the kitchen to freshen up after Elly had eaten. Some time after this Zoro skulked by looking more pissed off than usual. She flicked her tail and turned away from him. For some reason she was angry at the big man, understandable since he had done the unthinkable to her as a demon. She didn't have any mark to show what had happened, but the skin on her forehead still hurt. Elly also didn't know what had possibly happened to force him to such extreme measures. In her mind, he could have just restrained her; she believed he was strong enough.

"It's in a quarter of an hour."

The big man sighed, shifting his words around on the sash he wore around his coat. "All right," he said shortly. "Grab the shitty cook and let's go."

"No," she stated flatly.

Zoro froze in his tracks. "You said what?"

"I said 'no'," Elly repeated firmly. Her ears laid down against her skull, a clear indication that she was upset yet she continued. "I don't want you. Pick someone else."

"But ..." He reached out, barely knowing what he was doing.

"Pick someone else." She shrugged off his hand on her shoulder, walking quickly to the kitchen door and out to the main entrance. Zoro stared stupidly as the door shut in front of him, then swore softly under his breath. He chose two guards he trusted the most for the task and sent them a quick message to let them know. When he was certain they were on their way, he angrily crammed his phone back into his haramaki and stormed off to the gym. He was not alone but there weren't many that stayed when they saw his thunderous expression. In fact, only one was left, a spiky-haired man he'd rarely seen around and didn't pay attention to now.

He stripped to the waist and went through a few different routines before resorting to his favorite, weight lifting, when the conference began. Several large screens scattered throughout the gym were broadcasting and he watched grimly as he pulled two huge barbells slowly in each hand.

Neuro, Sanji and Elly with the two guards he'd picked had all gathered at the gardens in front of the main mansion. There were many that weren't available to the public and were perfect for events like this, safely keeping some distance from the compound while providing a buffer from the park fans. The couple announced their relationship and Sanji kissed her cheek, blushing and sliding an arm about her waist. Photos were taken in abundance, enough so that the blond cook snuck in a few more kisses. Elly started to giggle when he overdid the smooching, grabbing his tie in one hand and tugging to signify that they needed to talk to the press, not just pose. He looked forlorn and everyone laughed.

"Sorry, folks," he smiled. "I get carried away - you can see why, right?" His smile turned into a huge grin, clearly unfeigned. He stole yet another quick peck on her cheek and she groaned theatrically.

"Saaanjiii."

"Sorry, sorry." He held his hands up.

"It's okay." She absently kissed him this time and his eyes widened comically. More photos, more laughter and overall there seemed to be a feeling of goodwill. Things were working beautifully; no one mentioned the stalker in their haste to ask questions about their new relationship. He brought the recent incident up first.

"Again, it's my fault," he apologized meekly, looking down. He lifted his head, bringing the full impact of his blue eyes upon the cameras. "I asked her to be mine yesterday, and I was far too romantic. The poor dear fainted." He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. One of the female reporters actually fanned herself with the notecards she held in her hand and another cameraman caught this on tape. It went viral almost immediately after someone mixed the scenes, showing how it happened in sequence.

"I did," Elly admitted shyly - it was true, after all -- and there was some scattered applause. The questions came faster after this, but they had agreed to only so much time and it was soon over. The couple stood, the guards hovering discreetly in the background, and Sanji paused as he caught sight of them. He let go of her hand and made certain that he was facing everyone in the gathering.

"That said, know this," he stated in a deadly quiet voice. "I will personally kick the living shit out of anyone that tries to hurt my lady."

Back in the gym, Zoro ground his teeth together, setting the weights he held down with excessive force. "Little fucker," he spat. "Talking trash you can't back up."

The other guy heard him and walked over from where he'd been heading to the showers. "He's really protective of her, you know."

"Shut up, Volkner," Zoro grunted.

But the pokemon gym leader pressed on. "And he's strong. What makes you think he can't back it up?" When Zoro swore louder at him he stepped back a pace. "Wait, you know that. You guys've fought before." He gasped, a hand stealing to his mouth to conceal the hint of a smile. "Don't tell me you wanted -" Unable to sense the danger, he only got part of this last sentence out because the big man rolled off the weight bench in one fluid movement, grabbed his swords and unsheathed one with a steely rasp. "Crap!"

"Get out!" He glared at him across the shining blade, veins standing out in his neck. The dark pupil in his single eye looked tiny, the bulging white dwarfing it in his rage. The other man had never seen Zoro this way before, and he didn't want to stick around to see what would happen if he pushed him farther. He rushed for the elevator, thinking he'd be better off taking a shower in his own apartment than risking being anywhere near the swordsman right now. Zoro stood half-crouched, breathing hard as he slowly slid his sword back into the sheath. "Shit," he muttered shakily, running a hand through his hair and ruffling the bangs that had grown a little long over his forehead the last month or so. Better stay up here the rest of the night, he thought wearily. There was food enough in the kitchen area and bar in front of the arcade, and he'd told those two to guard her the rest of the day. He could also watch from the security screens if need be.

He sat with a thump onto the weight bench, still hunched over. Elly had told him she didn't want him. Not 'not today' or 'now'. She had said, 'I don't want you'.

Try as he might he couldn't stop hearing her say it over and over again in his mind.

Moy Mell 6: Art Critic

"Moy Mell, 6: Art Critic"

orig. 11/18/2017

Zoro, Elly, Tracey Sketchit, Shota Aizawa, Sanji - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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He was always close to her, round the clock, every day and she wondered just how he did it. The others had time off, but he didn't like leaving her alone. Elly watched Zoro as she lazily sipped some coffee in the kitchen. They'd finished breakfast and Zoro and the newest member, Aizawa, were together in the sunny room. Shota was as inconspicuous as possible, on ghost security today. Sanji was sitting outside on the deck, smoking and blowing trails that drifted across the pool. But it was Zoro she was focused on as the big man cleaned the dishes in the sink. He swore as he almost dropped a soapy cup but caught it in midair. She chuckled softly.

The light, almost diffident tapping on the kitchen door startled Elly out of her reverie.

"Elly?" It was the young artist from the other day. He seemed upset, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to come in or not.

"Tracey, what's up? Yesterday was a lot of fun. I always love seeing all the sketches you come up with." And it had been more interesting because Zoro had sat with her, something that hadn't happened before. Tracey had, in fact, hid some of them that he was certain the bodyguard wouldn't want her to see. He'd managed to catch the exact moment Zoro had glanced over at her, and his expression had softened considerably, changing his harsh features for a moment. It was a split second, but the artist had keen eyes and had sketched it. It was a reason he felt he had to come directly to the mansion the next morning. He was nervous, shaking a little as he walked over to the patio doors near her.

"Um. About that."

The dishes rattled as Zoro finished up quickly. "Something's wrong." He strode over, wiping his hands on a towel. He tossed the cloth indifferently aside when they were dry and sat down on an empty stool.

Tracey sighed and ran a hand through his lanky black hair. "Yes..."

"Uh oh. That's not good." Elly set her mug carefully down. "Tell us what happened."

"I posted all the sketches -" stammering as he realized he hadn't, he took a breath and corrected himself. "Most of the sketches online, like I usually do. I got some bad messages." He brought out his phone from his red cargo shorts and held it up. "Look, I sent every single thing to your phone right before I walked in."

Zoro's own phone chimed and he swore, digging deep inside his haramaki. "You didn't have to come here, then." He swiped it open and began reading.

"Well, uh, that's the thing. I feel like this is my fault, and careful, some of those are images and..!"

"Holy shit!" Zoro almost fell off his seat. He held the phone in the air, away from Elly, when she tried to peek. "No, no way, little cat - trust me. You don't want to see."

"All that makes me do is wonder more!"

"They're -" The big man paused, his eye narrowing thoughtfully. "You didn't paint those, did you?"

"Gosh, no!" Tracey stumbled a little, his face burning in embarrassment. "N-no, there's no way, they're all different styles, it's not my work at all. Really. I wouldn't have sent them if I did them - someone sent them to me and, and." He froze, seeing Zoro's face had become deadly serious as he watched him flounder about. "Honest, Zoro! They're not mine. The person just says they are, and they sent them out to everywhere like the letter and stuff." He blurted this last out.

"Oh my crap," Elly husked, her eyes wide. "I just realized what they could be."

"Yep." Shota had crept closer to look at Zoro's phone when he held it away from Elly. "Nudes." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "That one's pretty good," he murmured.

"Quit looking at it!" Zoro snatched the phone close to his body.

"I'm sorry," Tracey whimpered.

"S'not your fault, kid," Shota shrugged.

"Hey, I'm twenty one," Tracey grumbled. "I'm not that young. But yeah, I mean I guess not. If we hadn't done that sketching session though, it might not have happened."

"It's not your fault," Elly groaned. "Zoro? Are they really..?"

He blushed bright red. "How do I know?"

"No, silly," she sighed patiently. "I didn't mean are they real, because they can't be. I've never posed nude for anyone. Or been fully nude around anyone, for that matter. Unless doctors count... or my full cat form."

"These are definitely not you in cat form." Shota whistled softly through his teeth.

"Aizawa!" Zoro's face was mottled with anger. The man prudently shut up and stepped away from him. The raging man's hand was on the hilts of his swords, flexing as if he'd come seconds away from unsheathing them.

"Zoro," Elly soothed quietly, "Calm down. Sanji just heard and now we have to explain things to him."

"Great!" Zoro snarled so loudly they all jumped. "How can today get any worse?!"

"The hell's going on in here?" Sanji stepped forward and naturally edged closer to Elly than the other men. "Anyone bothering you, angel?"

"No," she said as serenely as she could manage. "The - what do we call them, harasser? Made some terrible accusations again."

"I'd call them stupid," Tracey ventured in awe, his eyes large and focused on the seething aura of rage that surrounded her main bodyguard. "Zoro's gonna kill them when he finds out who they are."

"You haven't caught them yet?" Sanji affected a tone of surprise as he turned to face him. Needling Zoro was his favorite pastime, and even in a serious situation he did what he could to infuriate the other man. He raised a curly eyebrow when Zoro completely ignored him, however. That usually didn't happen; a comeback was required. He was instead feverishly tapping on his phone, sending a message out to the other members of his team. "Anyone want to fill me in?"

"Someone sent nude drawings of Elly to the media," Shota said into the stillness of the room. Sanji blinked. A small trickle of blood ran down one of his nostrils, and he abruptly passed out.

"It's only Tuesday," Elly mourned.

Electric Love Affair

"Electric Love Affair"

orig.9/3/2007

Elly x Volkner

*adult

Non-Canon Game Fic: Pokemon

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When they had decided to spend the night together the Gym Leader smiled and led her further down the hallway. It was beautiful in its own way, not like anything she'd seen before. The walls were barren except for the occasional light held by industrial steel shades shaped like bolts of lightning. Along the floor ran a carpet that was so soft it seemed this path was scarcely trodden. The new plush was a rich, dark blue color flanked with embroidered sparks and electric pokemon in a much lighter hue.

"I've never seen the inside of a Gym," she commented quietly. Volkner held her arm in his and he seemed reluctant to give it up. They walked closely together, hips brushing occasionally.

"This isn't something anyone but myself and my gaurd trainers see anyway," he admitted. "The actual Gym is a maze of gears and electric switches, held together by giant steel girders." He smiled faintly. "It amused me to build the plans while I was sitting there at the end waiting for anyone to come challenge me."

"Which not many did?"

"And those that did didn't last very long. Most of them," he corrected with a low laugh. "I met someone recently that caused all my pokemon to faint." They had kept walking and reached a door flanked by two of those lights at the end of the hall.

"Your home?"

"Welcome," he said simply as he opened the door with a key card. Elly looked around and saw a desk with some paperwork strewn about on it and a door leading off to the right. "This is the room some have seen," Volkner told her. They had separated when he unlocked the door and he strode over to the right and opened the other one.

"This is what no one enters." He took his jacket off, slung it over his arm and gestured politely for her to enter first. The inside was cheerier than she had expected, with a wide window facing the ocean behind the Gym. The window was open and the dark curtains drawn back, flooding the room with the soft lights of the town below. It wasn't all the way dark yet but she could see the shape of the moon, a tiny glowing crescent in the sky. There was a rectangle shaped area rug in the middle of the room that led to an open doorway. She could see a sink inside and sighed with pleasure. She could really use some freshening up now that she was felt better and her stomach was full.

Volkner was already ahead of her. The man had thrown his jacket over a chair, had stretched comfortably but been watching her when she entered. He had seen her eyes widen with happiness at the sight of the bathroom. An opportunity I can't pass up, he thought with a warm flush in his belly. Not being used to the climate she must have become tired and hot again after their walk from the restaurant back here. Elly followed curiously and saw he was turning on the taps in the shower, testing the water with one hand.

"Is this cool enough?" He asked calmly. Her violet eyes darkened further when she realized he would probably join her. The thought was intriguing. She stepped closer and let the water flow over her palm, shivering at the delicious feeling.

"Wonderful," she murmured. Volkner stepped close and slipped his arms around her waist.

"The shower is big enough for two."

"I can see that."

"Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" The slender blond man bent and kissed her before she could answer, a serious kind of kiss this time. Elly's heart pounded and her breath caught in her throat. Although he said it had been a long time since he'd been with anyone he was intuitive and kind. That he wanted pleasure but was willing, even eager to give it in return was obvious in his lingering motion. His lips brushed hers like before but his mouth opened and he tilted his head, nuzzling and gentle. He kept at this until she sighed and tightened her light hold around his neck, hands running through his spiky hair. Then his tongue slipped inside and they stayed that way for some time. When she broke apart he didn't immediately pursue her but raised an eyebrow.

"If the shower's big enough," she said quietly, "I don't mind at all."

"Ah." Volkner's features lit up. His eyes were mesmerizing: a sparkling, snapping blue that contrasted his gold hair so well that it was striking. She wondered why he didn't have many paramours. When he looked at her the way he just had he was amazingly handsome. She considered him as he rummaged around in a lower cabinet, producing towels for them. Light build, probably appeared slimmer than he actually was with his black shirt and pants. She blushed a little harder when she tried to imagine what he had for her. The slacks hid bulges well, she couldn't see much and it was intriguing. Not that this mattered; Elly had long figured out that size meant nothing in sexual matters. Others could put a great store by it, usually men, but if the partner wasn't too lazy to work for it that was all that mattered.

In the meantime he had placed the folded towels on the counter and was stretching again. He didn't glance directly at her but one of his eyes closed in a slow wink. Elly giggled. He reached up and pulled off his shirt the next moment, exposing a tanned chest that was only lightly dusted with blond hair in the very middle. She responded by untying the knot in her blouse and slipping it over her head. It didn't take long before they were both standing before each other in their underwear - his briefs and her panties and bra. They faced each other, their eyes burning over the body before them. His face was serious to the point of being solemn and she held back a grin. He broke out into a light laugh and hugged her to his warmth and firmness. Without the clothing she could feel him everywhere and he could her. Volkner hummed appreciatively, closing his eyes as he felt her move against him.

"You feel great," he panted.

"Hm," Elly responded with a small kiss on his neck that caused him to shudder. "So do you. And you smell great..." She always liked personal scents and Volkner's was crisp and natural, the heady aroma of a summer storm. Her light touches all along his neck seemed to inflame him.

"Oh, yes." He gasped when her hands slid along his back to take his briefs off. Fingers tucked under the thick elastic band and he tried hard to regulate his breathing so he wouldn't faint. The touch she had! Maybe it really had been too long but her fingers trailed sparks down along his hips as she carefully dragged the cloth down. She even knew to raise up a little when she got to his erection and there was no awkward moment when he got caught on the cloth. Good, they were gone and he stepped out of them at last. Elly didn't reach for his firm length yet, in fact they were still close together and she couldn't see him fully anyway. The next thing she knew his hands were unhooking her bra and the silk fell to the ground with a slithering sound.

"Volkner," she whispered as his hands found her breasts.

"The shower... yes." He kissed her again and stepped regretfully back. She arched her back and pulled her own panties down, facing away from him and towards the tub. He took the chance to stare closely at her naked body as she pulled the curtain back and entered. He waited until she seemed comfortable then followed. The water was cool but not cold, the pressure even as it flowed down their bodies. The tub area was indeed larger than a usual one with two seats on either end. A shower caddy hung on a suction cup on the far side.

"Your body is beautiful," Volkner whispered as he ran his hands down her stomach. "I'm glad you decided to share it with me even if it's only this one time." He looked up as Elly chuckled softly, her blush growing redder. Water dripped down his face and he winked one eye when a drop from the shower head splashed him unexpectedly.

"I haven't been told anything like that," she confessed.

"I speak what I think." He kissed the hollow of her throat, concentrating on the rise and fall of her shape.

"Don't I get to see you?" she grumbled but it was in jest for her face was clear and happy. She had never had something like this feel so good, so normal. And though she didn't know what would happen later she wanted to enjoy every minute of this. That meant taking in every aspect of his body as he had hers, her hands roaming his water-slick skin. Volkner shuddered violently when she cupped his rear in two hands and slipped underneath to gently massage the two tightly drawn sacs, bunched in readiness. He lapped at her skin, trailing down to her breasts but didn't get far when she gently stroked the underside of his blood-rushed penis.

"Sweetheart," he panted, "If you keep touching me I won't last very long." He sighed when her touch grew even more gentle, downright ticklish. His cheeks were stained pink, blue eyes squeezed tight. His breathing had roughened and he drew in great, tearing gasps as her fingers moved up, just under his navel. The water caressed their bodies, trickling down and sometimes causing them to wipe at their eyes or a long strand of hair that had fallen across their faces, lank and wet. His spiked hair had slicked down, some of the parts curling down his forehead like bangs. Her two purple locks swung about carelessly against her cheeks as he kissed her nipple. She called his name quietly. He kissed the crinkled flesh again and dropped a hand to touch her body below. Elly moaned this time, parting her legs willingly. Volkner's heartbeat sped faster when he heard her cries. He carefully rubbed the top of her open body in a circular motion, sometimes passing directly over the sensitive pleasure center and sometimes just below.

"Lover," she mimicked his tone even though her breath was ragged, "If you keep touching me I won't last very long."

"Mmm hmm," he breathed in agreement. He pressed against her with serious intent, rubbing on her thigh. "May I, then?"

"Did you bring..." Her words cut off as he produced a small packet. She smiled and nodded and the blond man lost no time tearing the tiny thing open and pulling the condom over his rigid flesh. "How do we do this in here?"

"Sit, beautiful." He ushered her to the far side where the seat protruded from the wall. It had a nonslip mat of some kind on the porcelain and wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked. She sat and opened her arms for him. His answering smile was like the sun coming up. "I want this to be good," he husked in her ear when their bodies entwined. "Tell me what you need when you need it."

"I need you inside me right now," she breathed back. "Right now. Slow."

"Slow," he agreed and tensed his body to push forward. The position was grueling, physically taxing but rewarding in its own way. His mouth dropped open in pleasure as his erection was tightly gripped in her warmth. He was angled so that he would rub her upper body with every stroke and she was shocked to feel her body pulling, burning, reaching that high she sought in only a few movements.

"Oh god," she cried out. "Deeper. Deeper, please! Quick." Her hands spasmed, digging nails into his back. Volkner whistled with pleasure, struggling to hold back for a few strong thrusts. His muscles surged and rippled as he embraced her, raining kisses on her face and neck.

"Make up," he gasped, "your mind." A wild laugh greeted this statement.

"It's so good," she whimpered. "Feels so good." Her comments were driving him nearly insane. He'd tried everything he could but now he began moving faster, whispering apologetically. She responded by wrapping her legs around his back as far as she could in this position. He groaned and shuddered when he felt her contract around him. Her whimpers merged into one long moan of pleasure that sent him careening off the edge, his essence spilling out in several bursts that left him speechless. Volkner let himself take two long, deep breaths before reaching down to grasp the end of his member. He pulled back carefully, holding the condom in place until he slipped out of her body.

"Whoa," he said shakily, steadying himself with a hand on the slippery tiles. She nodded, catching his arm.

"Careful."

"Heh." He winced as the condom caught when he pulled it off. There was a snapping sound and he bit his lip, eyes wide. "Ow, damn it."

"Did you hurt yourself?" Elly had been examining the items in the shower caddy. One soap and a body wash, besides shampoo. She turned quickly with the soap in her hand. The lithe man was shaking his head at her.

"No, that's the only reason I hate these things." He stood straight again. "I'm rinsed off already. Do you want me to stay?" His eyes were soft as he stared at her lathering her body. All those places he had just touched and kissed. His hands almost ached to hold her again.

"Mmm, I'm fine. Dry off and get into bed or something. I'd rather cuddle there." He grinned crookedly. She'd caught his intentions. He left her to bathe while he dried off and slipped a soft robe on. As an afterthought he took a spare out for her as well. A quarter of an hour later and they were laying on his king sized bed talking in low voices.

"Will you stay longer?" He cursed himself for sounding weak. He wanted this pale lady to be with him for awhile but her attitude suggested otherwise.

"I'll try," she said doubtfully. "I really don't want to go back. I don't have much of a home, but... I don't know." She wrinkled her forehead in exasperation. "I really don't know yet."

"It's all right," he shrugged ruefully. "I can't hold you here. But I'd like you to stay at least a little while."