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correctiveshoes621She frowned; leaning in more towards the glass.
And shit; something was going on in there.
She sighed, knowing she had no choice but to investigate. She got up from the table, patting her pocket for her small penlight as she left the room. Oddly, as she approached the cell's small door and raised her hand to the keypad, she found her hand was shaking, and - what? Butterflies in her stomach, as well.
This would never do.
As the hallway she was approaching from was also dark, the opening of the door into the cell added little in the way of clarity to the gloom of the small padded room. She was grateful for the silence of her white rubber soles as she entered as surrepticiously as she was able.
No need to startle Peter. He was, most likely, having some horrible damned nightmare, again.
She shut the door behind her without a sound, and walked slowly over to him; her penlight, now in her hand - but, as yet, unlit. Ridiculous..just ridiculous to be this..what? Frightened?
...or excited, Lauren?
After all, she hadn't seen him in nearly a week - Come ON, just stop it - She felt her face grow flushed and, for a moment, was glad that the light was so dim.
Steeling herself, she brushed all that aside as she drew closer. His breathing cut the shadows through with small, rhythmic gasps...staccato and raspy - catching, hitching; here and there - and growing quicker, it seemed, with her every step. At last, she stood over him; looking down at the tense, struggling coil of his form in the corner. It was so dark in there that at first she could only see the dim surreal glow of the bear's fur until her eyes adjusted.
As she reached out to touch his shoulder, she snapped on her penlight; and saw..Oh, shit; he was..Shit..She saw..Oh, Peter.
Gasping, she made to back away, but he froze at her touch - his back arching stiffly and suddenly - a small and painful-sounding whimper issuing from his clenched jaw like some Goddamned small furry animal caught in a trap, startled piteously from the interrupted privacy of its death.
It was then that he swung his head back and up and right over his shoulder in one smooth, robotic motion - teeth bared; eyes glittering intensely - mad..barking mad...The bear slid away from him, slumping over and lifeless as he turned towards her.
He snapped his teeth at her and she jumped.
'Peter..', she stammered, horrified and embarrassed, '..are you..alright? It's late..', she trailed off.
Judging by the look in his eyes, however; Peter was definitely not 'alright'..Sweat glittered in his hair..tiny particles clinging to the short buzzcut like diamonds in her penlight beam..His jaw was slack and his nostrils, flared...Still breathing so harshly; his chest, heaving..
Somehow he held her gaze - as if through some leaden bluegrey wire that hung, glowing, between them - as if it were a solid thing in his fist..Holding her spellbound and still...as he slowly..fluidly...swung his body around to face her..kneeling in front of her, slightly hunched as if in submission..
..his hands were busy in the shadows; moving and urgent and tangled in the folds of his gown..but she could not tear her eyes away from his..
He was so close to her, now; his cheek, mere inches from her hip in its pathetically thin white cotton skirt. She swallowed and just stood there..Unable to move, yet damned near reeling; she could feel her heart race..The fire in their shared gaze was both sudden and unstoppable...
Then, just ever so slightly...the corner of his mouth twitched up in the subtly jagged-sweet grin of a scarecrow..and he broke the gaze between them with visible effort; wincing, and closing his eyes.
He took a deep shaky breath - as if he were gathering himself - and then simply leaned forward...pressing his forehead to her hip and holding it there. She dared not move or breathe as he moaned low..a sound, very nearly of agony that ended in a swallowed tatter..then began to slowly, hesitantly..rub his face back and forth....back and forth...back and forth..against the secret tender pliance of her body. She could feel the rounded tip of his nose...the heavy, sweet press and drag of his lips..and the rhythmic steam and pull of his breath; hot, through the fabric of her skirt...and knew then, that she was lost.
As if in slow-motion, her hand reached up and, for the first time - though often dreamed-of - touched the silken brush of his hair. It was impossible for her not to..it sung beneath her eager palm...and the connection seemed, somehow, to flow through her into him..and they shuddered as one. He lifted his face from her hip and his eyes had changed..they were heavy and half-lidded, now...delirious with desire...still rising...rising...and it made her clench inside and bite her lip.
Their eyes met, and she saw again that small candle of Hope...that plea; that small, guttering candle of Please, oh, please..The moment hung there, breathless.
She stroked his hair and licked her lips.
He took this as his cue and began worrying at her skirt...desperately trying to gather it in his teeth in an effort to get to its much too-short hem..She gasped and set her hips forward, helping him to find the hem at last and push his nose under it...lifting it...his nose, grazing her thighs; tenderly probing..prodding...all the while staring balefully at her. She shivered at his breath against her stockings. At last...down there, secret there..
..as his hands worked feverishly at himself...faster, harder..
He let his eyes fall shut in what seemed some overwhelming ecstasy, and she felt him inhale deeply...all the way to his toes; shuddering against her, and she knew that he was filling himself up with her scent..Wanting something...anything..of her inside himself...
...Something for later..Something for keeps....
She moaned, despite herself, and was rewarded with the vibrations of his strange, wordless answer against her. He ran his nose up and down..up and down - moving further up with each pass...So sneaky...seeking..inbetween the sweet rounded landscape of her inner-thighs and...upwards..upwards...softly keening with each ragged exhalation, as he worked his flesh furiously, and she moaned again..trembling uncontrollably, now..her fingernails digging slightly into his scalp and then - she cried out as she felt the tip of his nose and then his lips run up between and then to nudge..and then to sink...deliciously into the now moist, stockinged cleft between her legs.
He was in a frenzy, now - or nearly so - his rapid sharp movements as he fisted himself hard, bringing her closer...closer..as well as himself...He keened over and over against her, rocking with it against her as they moved together..
'Oh-h-h-h...Peter...', she moaned, but it was lost to the padded walls as she gripped his skull and unabashedly pulled him deeper into her sex...Harder...Yes...Oh, GOD....
..As the first contractions of her orgasm slammed into her, she felt herself clenching up like iron...in pulsing rhythmic waves...building..and knew that he felt it, too....felt her come for him, only for him, as he ground his face into her savagely, pushing her backwards in his urgency as his hips bucked and pumped his way to the top. With a mighty growl and hiss, he stiffened against her and she rode it with him, long and hard and electric; her hand, still crushing his face to her...Oh-h-h-h-h...God..The force of it nearly knocked her off her feet.
Her knees threatened to give way, and she clung now, to his head, for balance as he panted and shuddered against her..and all was still..all was silent; but for the sounds of their struggled breathing..
She then felt the wet muscular curve of his tongue as it curled teasingly...playfully..up and into her soaked and oversensitive crotch...She hissed as if burned and dropped her grip on his head...and took a step backwards..Then, another...Shaking...Shocked at what had just happened...
..and he sat there, still staring at her, soberly...his shoulders lifting up and falling with each breath he gulped down..She could see in the shadows the tiny gleamings of silvery wetness on his wrists and fingertips, and he noted this and twisted his wrists slowly...purposefully..in their bindings to show her...letting it catch what meager light there was..To make her see.
Look-k-k-k...Look at what you made me do...
Frantically, clumsily, she batted at her skirt, then pulled it down and smooth before running from the room - slamming the door soundly.
Peter threw his head back and howled like an animal into the darkness; a long, drawn and lonesome sound of sheer feral power that was caught and absorbed impotently away into the soundproof womb of the cell...He then threw himself forward into a restless heap, growling and twitching...a rictus grin of triumph spread across his face..
And shit; something was going on in there.
She sighed, knowing she had no choice but to investigate. She got up from the table, patting her pocket for her small penlight as she left the room. Oddly, as she approached the cell's small door and raised her hand to the keypad, she found her hand was shaking, and - what? Butterflies in her stomach, as well.
This would never do.
As the hallway she was approaching from was also dark, the opening of the door into the cell added little in the way of clarity to the gloom of the small padded room. She was grateful for the silence of her white rubber soles as she entered as surrepticiously as she was able.
No need to startle Peter. He was, most likely, having some horrible damned nightmare, again.
She shut the door behind her without a sound, and walked slowly over to him; her penlight, now in her hand - but, as yet, unlit. Ridiculous..just ridiculous to be this..what? Frightened?
...or excited, Lauren?
After all, she hadn't seen him in nearly a week - Come ON, just stop it - She felt her face grow flushed and, for a moment, was glad that the light was so dim.
Steeling herself, she brushed all that aside as she drew closer. His breathing cut the shadows through with small, rhythmic gasps...staccato and raspy - catching, hitching; here and there - and growing quicker, it seemed, with her every step. At last, she stood over him; looking down at the tense, struggling coil of his form in the corner. It was so dark in there that at first she could only see the dim surreal glow of the bear's fur until her eyes adjusted.
As she reached out to touch his shoulder, she snapped on her penlight; and saw..Oh, shit; he was..Shit..She saw..Oh, Peter.
Gasping, she made to back away, but he froze at her touch - his back arching stiffly and suddenly - a small and painful-sounding whimper issuing from his clenched jaw like some Goddamned small furry animal caught in a trap, startled piteously from the interrupted privacy of its death.
It was then that he swung his head back and up and right over his shoulder in one smooth, robotic motion - teeth bared; eyes glittering intensely - mad..barking mad...The bear slid away from him, slumping over and lifeless as he turned towards her.
He snapped his teeth at her and she jumped.
'Peter..', she stammered, horrified and embarrassed, '..are you..alright? It's late..', she trailed off.
Judging by the look in his eyes, however; Peter was definitely not 'alright'..Sweat glittered in his hair..tiny particles clinging to the short buzzcut like diamonds in her penlight beam..His jaw was slack and his nostrils, flared...Still breathing so harshly; his chest, heaving..
Somehow he held her gaze - as if through some leaden bluegrey wire that hung, glowing, between them - as if it were a solid thing in his fist..Holding her spellbound and still...as he slowly..fluidly...swung his body around to face her..kneeling in front of her, slightly hunched as if in submission..
..his hands were busy in the shadows; moving and urgent and tangled in the folds of his gown..but she could not tear her eyes away from his..
He was so close to her, now; his cheek, mere inches from her hip in its pathetically thin white cotton skirt. She swallowed and just stood there..Unable to move, yet damned near reeling; she could feel her heart race..The fire in their shared gaze was both sudden and unstoppable...
Then, just ever so slightly...the corner of his mouth twitched up in the subtly jagged-sweet grin of a scarecrow..and he broke the gaze between them with visible effort; wincing, and closing his eyes.
He took a deep shaky breath - as if he were gathering himself - and then simply leaned forward...pressing his forehead to her hip and holding it there. She dared not move or breathe as he moaned low..a sound, very nearly of agony that ended in a swallowed tatter..then began to slowly, hesitantly..rub his face back and forth....back and forth...back and forth..against the secret tender pliance of her body. She could feel the rounded tip of his nose...the heavy, sweet press and drag of his lips..and the rhythmic steam and pull of his breath; hot, through the fabric of her skirt...and knew then, that she was lost.
As if in slow-motion, her hand reached up and, for the first time - though often dreamed-of - touched the silken brush of his hair. It was impossible for her not to..it sung beneath her eager palm...and the connection seemed, somehow, to flow through her into him..and they shuddered as one. He lifted his face from her hip and his eyes had changed..they were heavy and half-lidded, now...delirious with desire...still rising...rising...and it made her clench inside and bite her lip.
Their eyes met, and she saw again that small candle of Hope...that plea; that small, guttering candle of Please, oh, please..The moment hung there, breathless.
She stroked his hair and licked her lips.
He took this as his cue and began worrying at her skirt...desperately trying to gather it in his teeth in an effort to get to its much too-short hem..She gasped and set her hips forward, helping him to find the hem at last and push his nose under it...lifting it...his nose, grazing her thighs; tenderly probing..prodding...all the while staring balefully at her. She shivered at his breath against her stockings. At last...down there, secret there..
..as his hands worked feverishly at himself...faster, harder..
He let his eyes fall shut in what seemed some overwhelming ecstasy, and she felt him inhale deeply...all the way to his toes; shuddering against her, and she knew that he was filling himself up with her scent..Wanting something...anything..of her inside himself...
...Something for later..Something for keeps....
She moaned, despite herself, and was rewarded with the vibrations of his strange, wordless answer against her. He ran his nose up and down..up and down - moving further up with each pass...So sneaky...seeking..inbetween the sweet rounded landscape of her inner-thighs and...upwards..upwards...softly keening with each ragged exhalation, as he worked his flesh furiously, and she moaned again..trembling uncontrollably, now..her fingernails digging slightly into his scalp and then - she cried out as she felt the tip of his nose and then his lips run up between and then to nudge..and then to sink...deliciously into the now moist, stockinged cleft between her legs.
He was in a frenzy, now - or nearly so - his rapid sharp movements as he fisted himself hard, bringing her closer...closer..as well as himself...He keened over and over against her, rocking with it against her as they moved together..
'Oh-h-h-h...Peter...', she moaned, but it was lost to the padded walls as she gripped his skull and unabashedly pulled him deeper into her sex...Harder...Yes...Oh, GOD....
..As the first contractions of her orgasm slammed into her, she felt herself clenching up like iron...in pulsing rhythmic waves...building..and knew that he felt it, too....felt her come for him, only for him, as he ground his face into her savagely, pushing her backwards in his urgency as his hips bucked and pumped his way to the top. With a mighty growl and hiss, he stiffened against her and she rode it with him, long and hard and electric; her hand, still crushing his face to her...Oh-h-h-h-h...God..The force of it nearly knocked her off her feet.
Her knees threatened to give way, and she clung now, to his head, for balance as he panted and shuddered against her..and all was still..all was silent; but for the sounds of their struggled breathing..
She then felt the wet muscular curve of his tongue as it curled teasingly...playfully..up and into her soaked and oversensitive crotch...She hissed as if burned and dropped her grip on his head...and took a step backwards..Then, another...Shaking...Shocked at what had just happened...
..and he sat there, still staring at her, soberly...his shoulders lifting up and falling with each breath he gulped down..She could see in the shadows the tiny gleamings of silvery wetness on his wrists and fingertips, and he noted this and twisted his wrists slowly...purposefully..in their bindings to show her...letting it catch what meager light there was..To make her see.
Look-k-k-k...Look at what you made me do...
Frantically, clumsily, she batted at her skirt, then pulled it down and smooth before running from the room - slamming the door soundly.
Peter threw his head back and howled like an animal into the darkness; a long, drawn and lonesome sound of sheer feral power that was caught and absorbed impotently away into the soundproof womb of the cell...He then threw himself forward into a restless heap, growling and twitching...a rictus grin of triumph spread across his face..
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