Cold by niko

The First and The Last

I have been here, hiding. I have soo many ideas for me other story, but it is so damn hard getting the ideas from my head onto the comp. I will write and updated when I can. But read this because I am kinda twisted at the moment. niko ~.~

The tall striking doctor pushed the doors open in one swift movement and flipped the harsh bright lights on. His eyes scanned the room to spot the woman he was looking for. He smirked to see the young woman naked laying on the bed waiting for him. He would not keep the striking woman to wait no more.

He turned around to make sure the doors were locked so no one could intrude on the intimate and sacred dance of men that originated so long ago that was about to take place. He did not want audience, and knowing that she was a shy lover, she neither. Satisfied that the doors locked, he turned around to look at the only woman he loved.

He walked to the bed she was occupying and gently traced the curves of her body with his finger. There was no reaction. He lifted that finger and fisted his hands as he stared at the walls. He made up his mind to finish the dance his body craved for.

He slowly began to undress knowing that this is what the young woman got off on. He now stood naked and could finally feel the cold stale air in the room. Goose bumps began to mar his smooth satiny skin.

He climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, resting a hand on her silky flat stomach. How he had wished for this stomach to bear his pups. He leaned over and placed a tender light kiss on it. He rubbed his nose on the stomach and licked it. No response. But he would not stop.

His mouth decided to take a journey before it would devour the tiny pert mouth. It licked underneath the mounds that the woman so proudly called her breasts. He was proud of them too. Finally, it decided to stay on the left breast for awhile. It licked around the nipple, not suckling it, but just teasing. While the mouth worked on the breast, the ears strained to hear a soft moan but none could be heard. Nonetheless, that did not deter the mouth from its mission. The mouth decided to move to the next breast because it was not partial and worked it same magic.

The mouth finally moved to up to the woman's willowy creamy neck. It searched for the crescent moon mark. After finding it, the mouth sucked and sucked before letting two fangs to plunge into the mark. After tasting the blood and sealing it, the mouth finally found the other mouth, its soul mate, its partner in the tango. The mouth kissed the other mouth, devouring it. But the tiny little mouth would not open. Growling, the doctor's hand hold the woman's chin down and opened it slightly. With the tiny little space, the doctor's tongue dived into her mouth, tasting, and licking, tracing the gum line, her teeth, and her cheek. However, there was no resistance, no tango. He gave up on the battle and pressed his nose on her nose and rubbed it while he sighed.

His erection was prominent and was whining to find the warm center of the woman. The doctor rubbed his penis on her thigh, hoping that she would notice what she was doing to his body. But there was no blushing on her part or a whimper.

Even though there was no response yet again, he did not care. He would not deny her or himself from this wonderful pleasuring dance. So he spread her thighs without her consent and drove right in. He growled, while she stayed quiet. In and out. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Searching for the center, the spot. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. There needs to be a release for this dance. In and out. His movements were precise and fluid; obliviously he was well versed in this dance with her. He felt his orgasm coming; he would not wait for hers this time. He exploded in her and growled. She remained silent.

He propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at his lover, his mate. Then he pushed a silky raven hair strand that he had disturbed while he and she were engaging in this dance. He licked her lips and then kissed it softly. He got up off her even though his body craved for the last part of the dance--cuddling. But there could not be any cuddling. He had to go back to work.

He found her blanket and wiped the inside of her thighs off and closed her legs. He then proceeded to get dress in rapid movements. He had to get out of here. His felt his chest would explode. Finally being clad, he leaned over her and kissed her once more. He tucked her in and walked away forever from his lover to the door. She did not protest for him to stay in bed with her like she normally would. He sighed and run his hand through his silver hair.

After unlocking it, he turned around and looked at her once more.

"Kagome...." But he could not say it. He never had trouble saying it to her, but this time the words were lodge in his throat.

He turned the lights off and locked the doors to the morgue