Storm, The

	Yes, yes, I know I said that I wouldn't be posting to A.S.S again..
But things have changed since then and I find that I am now able to write.
This story was part of my farewell to my lover.  We both love electric storms 
and so I was just WAITING for the next one.  

	Unfortunately, since we couldn't make it to Spring as lovers, I 
decided to whip up this little tale and send it to him.  An instead-of-reality
gift.  Hey, I believe in grand exits and this little story will make sure that
he NEVER forgets me..

	I'm always looking for critiques (even flames!!) so feel free to 
write to me at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu...  I have no problem with people
e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name remains with it.

	And for those of you who suffer under the delusion that women 
engineers can't possibly be sensual...  


			DarkNites:	The Storm

	She felt the storm flow through her body, energizing her with its
power..  She had always been like this, restless, feeling the blood 
rushing madly through her veins.  Many a time, she had wished for someone 
to share it with her.

	He had finally found her.  She stood in the clearing by the power
station past Nichols Hall, the warm rain pelting down on her face.  He could 
feel the tension in her too.  She practically radiated it.  She stood there, 
eyes closed feeling everything..  the storm outside, the storm within.  
It set her nerves on edge.

	He went to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders.  She didn't 
move a muscle.  It was as if she did not recognize his presence.  Slowly, 
he slid his hands down her arms, moving to her waist and pulling her to his 
body.  She trembled slightly, her hands curling into fists in an attempt to 
subdue the turmoil within her.  Still her eyes remained closed.

	He could feel the electricity in the air.  It made him a little crazy 
too.  He bent down to her ear.  Very deliberately, he blew softly into it.  
She gave a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press herself into his
body.  He took her weight easily as he ran one hand through her wet hair.

	Her hands clutched at his back, as her lips claimed his.  This was 
no warm, loving kiss.  Her tongue thrust into his mouth, boldly demanding a 
response.  He gave it.  His hand molded her body against his as he let 
loose all the wildness he restrained with everyone but her.  

	Lightning flashed above them lighting up the clearing for a split 
second.  She jerked against him, hands clenching behind his back.  Then 
suddenly she shoved him away and ran.  He stood frozen in shock and then 
he was after her.  

	They ran deeper into the woods.  The rain was coming down so hard 
that he could barely make her out in front of him.  She was running so fast
that he was scared that she would slip on the muddy ground and slide down 
one of the steep inclines.  Amazingly she stayed on her feet, still racing 
with the wind.  Her exultant laughter floated back on the wind to him..

	Suddenly she slid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath, 
laughing breathlessly still.  He pulled her upright and propped her against
a tree.  Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered against her brow but she 
was more alive now than he had ever seen her.  Her eyes were aglow as she
threw back her head, stretched her arms out and yelled.  He was entranced.  
Who was this wild creature?

	Her eyes came back to his face.  He saw the power in her eyes, and 
suddenly he had the wild notion that the storm's energy was in her, being 
channeled somehow through her to the outside.  Her gaze intensified.  Her 
lips parted, her tongue slipped out to slide delicately over her lower lip.

	"Do you want me?"  Her voice was lower and huskier than normal.
	"How could I not.."  he answered, his eyes drinking in the sight of 
her moving slowly against the tree.  She held out a hand to him.
	"Then make love to me..."

	He pushed her down onto the wet grass.  She let her body fall with 
his, melt into the ground.  Then swiftly, she twisted out from under his 
body, threw a leg over him and propped herself over him, her face alight
with triumph.  She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head, 
holding them down to the ground.  Slowly, she stretched out over him, her
breasts poised over him, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet 
fabric.	

	"Jesus..  Woman.."
	"You like?" she purred.
	"Like?  Here's how much I like.."
	He threw her off, pinned her down easily, shifting to let her feel
his obvious arousal against her thigh.
	"Tell me.  How much do you want me to make love to you?"
	She groaned in response, thrusting up her hips against him.  He 
laughed softly then bent down to suck her earlobe into his mouth.  She 
tried to squirm away from him.  

	"Do you want to feel my tongue against your clitoris?  Do you want
to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?" came a low, 
deliciously husky voice in her ear.
	"Yes!" she gasped, as the vibration of his voice sent tiny muscle
spasms running down her side.  A wet tongue slid around the shell of her ear. 
She shrieked.  Dammit, he knew perfectly well that her right ear was one of 
her most sensitive spots!  Then the lightning flashed again and she was 
arching against him, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power.

	"Please, I need you now..", she groaned.  He cocked his head in 
mock surprise.
	"Now where's that woman who spends our nights endlessly teasing 
me?  Can't you stand it when the shoe's on the other foot?"  He bent
down swiftly to sweep his tongue over the sensitive side of her neck.  She 
groaned as her body continued to move restlessly under him.
	"Too bad.", he continued silkily.  "I'm going to take my time and 
I'm going to see you go crazy with pleasure."  

	Swiftly he came to his feet and reached down to pull her up.  
Backing away slightly, his intense eyes holding her own, he began to strip.
Her heart leapt into her throat and stayed there as he finally stood there
in front of her.  A wave of faintness swept over her as her eyes travelled 
over his body.  Proud, naked, beautiful.  Framed by the storm.  Her fantasy
come to life.

	Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, she lifted her hands 
to her buttons and began to shed her clothes, unconsciously using the grace 
inherent in her.  Soon she too was bare, her skin prickling in the wind 
that rustled the leaves around them.  He made the first step, backing her 
into a tree.

	The feel of his firm body pressed against hers, the hardness of his 
penis trapped against the soft flesh of her tummy, this was becoming more 
like a dream by the minute.  The knot of tension within her tightened as 
her breathing shallowed.  He bent his head ever so slowly to nuzzle at her 
neck.  A wet tongue stroked up to her ear and then down again, tantalizing 
every single nerve ending on the way.  Her nails dug into his forearms as
muscles in her buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness.

	Thunder crashed above them and a fresh fall of rain made its way 
through the leaf cover onto them.  The heat of his body burned through the
chill as his hands moved over her body, touching, stroking, spreading the 
water over her breasts.  Suddenly, she came to life again, wrapping her 
arms around his neck and pulling his head down for an intense, satisfying 
kiss.  One bare leg lifted and hooked over his hip as she pulled him into 
her body.

	He could feel the heat of her groin pressing against his hip, 
more than just tempting him to plunge into its warm depths.  But he was 
enjoying himself way too much to end it so soon.  Instead, he slipped one 
hand down her side, followed the smooth curve of her bottom and stroked along 
her raised thigh.  He broke away from their kiss, looking deep into her 
stormy eyes as his hand slipped between their bodies and into the heat and 
wetness waiting for him.

	She gave a sharp gasp, pressing back against the tree as his cool 
fingers parted her outer lips and drove into her.  He could fell her inner 
muscles contracting around his fingers and he crooked them forwards and 
found her G-spot.  Slowly he started to stroke the sensitive tissue , 
softly at first and then with more pressure.  

	She buried her face in his neck, stifling her moans into his shoulder.  
Her nails dug into his upper arms as she held on for dear life.  Carefully, he 
added his thumb to the concerto, finding her throbbing clitoris and started 
on the exact same rhythm he was using inside her.  

	"No!  Stop!  Please..  I can't stand it."  She shot away from him 
and grabbed his hand to still it.  A second later he was pinning her to the 
tree, immobilizing her with his own body.  
	"Relax.  Don't fight it.", he murmured into her ear, as he started 
up again.
	"Oh God... please.. no... I can't.."  He sped up the tempo.  Harsh 
cries started to escape her, her body tensing up against him.  She had never 
felt such violent pleasure in her life.  She needed to scream, to tear into 
him, anything to keep her from going insane..

	"OH GOD!  GOD!"  He managed to keep her upright as her legs gave 
way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of his fingers intense all the 
while.  His own body was on fire, as he watched the ecstasy in her eyes,
felt her muscles start to contract involuntarily..  Her scream came with the 
thunder, and then again and again as her orgasms tore into her with a force 
she had never imagined.

	He held her then, feeling the aftershocks run through her exhausted 
body long after she came.  His own body was throbbing unmercifully after 
watching her explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into her 
with all the power he had.  He forced the image from his mind.  She was too 
worn out to continue..

	Her hand wrapped around his shaft.  He gasped at the contact.  She 
leant over him, her eyes dark with a dangerous sexuality.  The storm was 
still going strong.  Maybe they WERE connected somehow..

	She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head, holding them 
to the ground.  Slowly, she stretched over him, her breasts poised 
temptingly over him.   A very familiar smile spread over her lips.

	"Now where was I.."
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