UPDATE: made it nice

;) lmao i missed u guys

The two hours Vaas said it would take for him to get back turned out to be more like six or seven, the majority of which I spent sweating in the stagnant Rook heat and keeping hair from sticking to my face and neck by braiding it back in tight pleats.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, hair tied away and plain white t shirt cropped just above my ribs by a knot holding it up off my stomach; I had abandoned my pants long ago, my limbs kept impossibly warm beneath the confines of their fabric, and now wore just a pair of plain white cotton underwear that came with all the stuff Vaas had given me.

Every time I heard a truck roll up on the distant side of camp or even the slightest creak of the aging metal stairs and my heart would jump. This had become especially annoying given the fact that those very same stairs expanded and contracted with the heat flux, which made them rather vocal and tantamount to the sound of Vaas walking up the steps.

I decided to grab for the journal in my backpack, the old planner/mini calendar I had saved from my days in the red shed could no-doubt prove to be a useful distraction for me. I leafed through the pages of random scribbling and detailed recounts of what the shed looked like, over lists of items in my pack and drawings of my scars until I found a mostly blank page, fishing around in my bag for a pen. While reaching for a writing utensil i came across many of the items i had gathered; the old half-broken utility knife was sitting in one if the pockets with the rest of the pens and i frowned at it, having never gotten to look at all the little gadgets it came with i figured now was a good a time as any.

While scribbling down a few notes in the planer i inspected the knife and made a mental list of the many small tools it came equipped with: a bottle opener, a nail file, tiny scissors, a wine opener, a mirror, two screwdriver heads, and last but not least the knife itself. I played with it for a few minutes before setting it aside and returning to my writing; a task i had gotten too distracted by to tell the difference between a groaning metal staircase and Vaas coming up the steps.

He threw open the door and I nearly fell out of the hammock getting up to greet him, regaining my poise after getting too excited and stumbling out of the net secured to the wall. I dropped my pen and paper without even thinking, abandoning the activity to run to him. He looked exhausted and annoyed but greeted my kisses without dismissal, a pleased hum rumbling at the back of his mouth as my lips found the base of his throat. His hands grabbing either side of my waist and moving me away from him, and I stumbled as he moved me backward so I was at arm's length.

I didn't protest, only stood still in front of him and studied his face. His eyes were glassy and distant but so obviously trained to my shape, fingertips rising to the nape of my neck and swiping off a drop of sweat as it trailed toward my collar bone. He softly touched the side of my stomach and I did as I was told, turning for him slowly but with purpose, looking over my shoulder as I went so I could watch him study me.

"Sit down," he said, and I went to the bed, sitting at the edge. Since it had no frame I was rather low to the ground, and Vaas seemed to tower over me as he stepped closer to me. His waist was at the height of my chin and I looked up at him in silence as he stared me down with half lidded eyes, my body was flooding with heat. "Open your mouth," he instructed. Again I did as I was told. The hot air was damp on my skin and sweat beaded at the base of my neck, sliding down between my shoulderblades.

Something about Vaas telling me what to do, about the way he stood over me, the way his eyes watched me and the way his chest rose with every breath. It was all so erotic in a terrifying sort of way, and when he brought his thumb to my lip I thought his touch alone was going to make me scream. I trembled beneath his hand and tried to control my breathing, gripping at the sheets with tightly clenched fingers as he loomed above me. "Close your eyes."

I did. My ears strained to listen as I heard the sliding edges of a plastic bag rubbing together, the sound rustling overwhelming my senses as I awaited his touch again. I dare not open my eyes, my skin becoming hyper sensitive as I eagerly anticipated his hands. His finger entered my mouth and I gasped, saliva pooling around my tongue and a taste filled my mouth that was so strong it corrupted all of my senses. I was caught off guard and nearly spit it out, but Vaas closed my jaw and I was forced to endure it, an incredibly powerful bitterness spreading all the way to the back of my tongue and coating the inside of my mouth. Tears prickled at my eyes but I refused to open them until I managed to swallow whatever it was Vaas had fed me, and he patted the side of my neck.

I opened my eyes steadily to see him looking down at me over the bridge of his nose, brushing loose strands of hair out of my face and licking his bottom lip. His forehead was slick with sweat and the veins in his neck and arms had risen to the surface of his skin, face awash with red blood vessels trying to relieve his body of the sweltering heat.

"What was that?" I asked, lips sticky and parched.

"It was your surprise," he answered, curling another loose hair behind my ear. My face must have given me away because he laughed, kneeling in front of me and holding my face in his hands. "Relax."

"What?" I asked, so inebriated by his presence that I couldn't make sense of his words.

"Relax," was all he said again, bringing his lips to mine. I felt quenched by his kiss, leaning into it immediately and melting forward against him. I didn't dare touch him, I would not, I didn't have the gall. To reach out to him uninvited, to take him in my hands without his wanting without his urging felt as if I was breaking some cardinal rule of the universe. Until he initiated I was to remain subdued and obedient.

Hands still held at my chest with antsy wanting fingers, Vaas's eventual move from face to neck to chest became my undoing, his lips meeting my skin at every junction of every vertebra and moving downward. My head fell backward during an intense wave of euphoria, mouth gasping for air as he gently moved across the marred skin of my chest and licked the length of my collar bone. I felt as if I was on fire and freezing over at the same time, my entire body tingling with energy as he took me in his mouth like I was a small cube of ice melting against his tongue.

Recovering from my initial wave of euphoria upon kissing him, I returned my mouth to the warm moisture of his perspiring neck, breath halting as i felt the pulse of his veins beneath my swollen lips. The saliva and sweat passing between the two of us made our skin glide like butter, save for the coarse hair on his chest and the catching indents of our respective scars. It made for an interesting sensation, as if we would be able to combine like two amoeba at any second; floating around in primordial ooze.

"What is this?" I asked, bringing my hand to his jaw to steady myself amidsts the sensory overload.

"Ecstasy," Vaas replied, leaning back and looking into my eyes as he drew his upper lip into his mouth. I tilted my chin toward him and shuddered, wanting so badly to suck the salt off his mouth and cover the expanse of his skin with my tongue. "You feel good?"

I hummed my answer as he returned to his mission of licking every part of my body as if I were the world's sweetest dessert, lifting the bottom of the white t shirt I had cropped to my ribs and placing his lips directly between my breasts. He made a satisfied moaning noise like he'd just eaten a ripe grape and I ran my fingers through his sparse but coarse hair, gasping and panting against his head as both his arms wrapped around me and he pressed his fingers into the flesh of my back.

He used his tongue and hand to guide himself to my right nipple and clasped down with lips and light teeth; all the while sweat dripping down my back in the most delicious sensation, causing my body to prickle and shiver as Vaas covered all available surface of my breast with his mouth and tongue.

Nobody would ever come up here for any reason so the two of us could be virtually as noisy as we wanted; getting the other to cry out loud enough that someone might hear had become the regular aim of almost every one of our encounters.

With this in mind I took advantage to the opportunity given to me when Vaas sat up at the front of the bed so our hips were both at the edge of the mattress, wrapping one of my legs on either side of his waist and pressing the heat of my damp cotton panties against his growing cock. I used my knees to hook myself around his waist and ground my thighs and sex against the bulge in his pants, making him choke down a groan and momentarily shudder.

I was just so happy. Everything was so beautiful. The sounds in the air were absolutely hypnotic as they washed over me. The universe seemed to be taking its breaths beside mine and everything was vivid ultra vibrant technicolor perfection. The melody of heavy breathing and creaking bed springs, out the window the cackle of bugs in the air and farther still the distant whisper of the crashing shore and shrieks of migrating gulls. I was so enthralled in the symphony around me I almost didn't hear Vaas's voice.

"Quiero cogerte," he mumbled against my skin, sucking and nibbling at my neck and jaw. The same thing he'd said earlier before he left and still it fell on deaf ears.

"What?"

"Cógeme, Say it," he urged in a voice that made my entire body shiver, both an order and a plea.

"Cógeme," I said, finding my way around the words.

"Again," he groaned with a shudder, kissing down the expanse of my stomach and holding firmly onto my waist with both hands.

"Cógeme," I repeated with intention, fingers tracing the curve of his neck down to his shoulder. His body was positioned in front of me and something inside of me flourished at the sight of Vaas on his knees, worshipping at the foot of the shrine that I had become.

The drugs were in full swing now and my entire body felt like it was hooked up to a car battery with a jumper cable on every nerve, and yet my skin was melting off my bones. It was feeling as if Vaas and I continued to touch like this we would combine like two droplets of water on a windshield.

I had never felt this alive once in my entire life, and the only thing better than the throbbing wet heat between my legs was the feeling of my underwear being pulled away to expose my sex to the air.

After taking off my panties Vaas crumbled them in one hand and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply before tossing them over his shoulder. Vaas spread my knees apart with either hand and laid me backward on the bed, running his fingers along the insides of my thighs and groaning. His face was flush with heat and his lips were swollen with kisses, sweat casting out small glittering flashes of light like morning dew as it gathered across his forehead and the wide expanse of his broad chest.

"Say it," he said firmly.

"Cógeme," I said back at him; I watched as his eyelashes fluttered shut and his entire body quaked in a quick spasm. My fingers were splayed in the sheets on either side of me, antsily wanting to ease the demand of my body but resisting by keeping my fingers occupied with a handful of cotton.

It wasn't that I wasn't allowed to. Masturbation had become a routine part of our relationship. I'd often times wake up to him watching me and stroking himself under the covers, to which I would respond by either playing along or simply returning to sleep. He on the other hand loved to see me touch myself, it got him the hardest I'd ever seen him the first time I'd done it; He'd walked in on me rubbing myself against a pillow once and just stood in the doorway making fervent eye contact until I slumped over from the most intense climax of my life. He only approached me after while I laid quaking from orgasm to nip at my skin and whisper nasty things in my ear.

"Cógeme," I moaned softly at the memory as he ran his mouth along the top of my thigh and the crease of my hip.

Vaas's mouth had never been so close to my vagina before and I could feel my wetness dripping down the backs of my thighs, holding back a groan as his breath rolled across my clit and the petals of my glistening vulva. My knees shook and i was startled by the sudden realization i had been balancing on my tiptoes in an attempt to raise my hips toward him. I closed my eyes and waited for the sound of his pants falling around his knees but instead I was greeted by his mouth trailing a broad stroke of his tongue from my inner thigh to my center and up my wet lips, the sliding motion across my clit causing my knees to jerk suddenly and i cried out.

I yelled so loud I thought the entire commune would hear as he returned to my center and tasted me, groaning against my clit and taking me in his mouth like holy communion.

His mouth was so wet; his saliva slowly evaporating off my open sex as he sucked and licked and massaged with his lips, sweat dripping down the corners of my hips and the backs of my knees, beading on my brow and every crook of my body. My skin was slippery with it, and my upper lip taste of salt as i drew it into my mouth.

The sounds filling my head were absolutely breathtaking, gasps from him mixed with my own heartbeat and the tingling scratching of my hair against my ears. The moans leaving my mouth in slow gasping cries as he interchangeably used the pad of his thumb and mouth against my clit. A part of me in the back of my head wondered where he possibly could have learned to eat pussy but the majority of me didn't give a fuck.

I gasped and moaned all at once, breath catching in my throat and he pulled away I was almost disappointed until I felt the wetness of probing fingers he'd obviously put in his mouth and with little warning the turgid length of his dick, the muscle of the tops of his thighs and the fat of my ass colliding with a deliciously wet smack of skin on skin.

I cried out and groaned at the same time, the most carnal of noises leaving my throat as i was lost in the sensation of him filling me. I held him closer with my legs and rolled my hips so i could feel him inside of me, felt him stretching my muscles and my back arching as I hummed softly with a satisfied pleasure. I felt his waist and backs of his thighs clench and opened my eyes to see him gaping at the ceiling, heading hanging back in the most open display of euphoria as soft gasps left him in staggered breaths. Seeing him surrender like this made my body clench and a wave of heat from within the center of my chest spread to the tips of my toes.

"Cógeme," I said in a low voice. I felt the muscle of his waist tighten beneath the grip of my thighs and he doubled forward, holding his weight above me with one arm as the other found its place at the hollow of my throat. Hot sweat dripped down on me from his forehead and onto the center of my chest, looking like a bed of roses as I flushed pink with heat. "Fuck - ah! Vaas! D-Does that mean fuck me?"

He paused a moment to nod and let out a few breaths, his eyes tracing my face like a child watching a trail of ants. It was moments like this that made me shudder, where I saw Vaas look at me like I wasn't me, beyond my face like he was looking at another version of me, the one he wanted to rape and murder and fuck and shoot and stab and kiss and bite and eat. So grey blue they bore holes into my flesh so I'd kiss his eyelids and moan when he'd choke me.

A stream of languid Spanish left his mouth under his breath, cursing occasionally as his grip on the base of my throat tightened ever so slightly and I moaned at the introduction of more pressure. His body shook with pleasure, muscles tightening across his chest and abdomen and he rested his forehead to mine, eyes locking with such intensity I thought it would burn the building down around us.

He gasped, staring at me with hooded glassy blue eyes as a growl rumbled somewhere in his throat. "Fuck," He groaned as I pressed into him again, the top of his head finding the crook of my neck as he gushed hot breath against my collarbone.

He waited there for a moment, becoming acquainted with me clenched tight around him and attempting to catch his breath at the base of my throat. After a few moments Vaas began with a slow rhythm, hips rocking backward with the most delicious of sensations before tilting forward and re-entering me, hissing against my skin and pressing his hand to my neck just below my chin. Steadily though he built up speed, all the while still clasping at my throat with his left hand and kissing the crook of skin between my neck and shoulder. With each collision of skin against skin my breasts heaved with momentum, wet where Vaas's mouth had been and the saliva evaporated in a wave of cool air, causing my nipples to harden. The hair too thin or short to be pulled back into my neatly arranged pleats was stuck in a wet mask against my forehead and the nape of my neck, curling from the humidity in the damp jungle air and the sweat that seemed to come out of me from every pore.

He continued railing into me, lips gasping and sputtering curses as i teased my fingertips across my clit and held screams in the back of my throat. I had never been fucked so desperately in my entire life; Maybe it was the drugs talking but even the blood boiling rush of adrenaline after I stabbed that rakyat warrior to death could not compare to what he was doing to me now. Our bodies felt connected and moved with perfect synchronization, the ecstasy racing through my veins like liquid sunlight and pooling hot in the center of my stomach. Something was amazingly familiar in the way his body moved but at the same time he felt like some new part of him was reaching for me, like his mouth had to find some area of my body at every given opportunity. He could not go even a few seconds without his tongue on my skin or his lips on mine, like a drowning man to air.

I swear to God I could have died right there and everything would have been perfect. I wouldn't have cared.

Vaas was gasping against my open mouth as we struggled to find one another's lips for a bruising feverish kiss, all the while using my hand to touch myself, rolling the petals between my practiced fingers as the other aggressively took up a handful of my own breast.

Vaas's free hand moved further downward to grab a generous helping of my hip, fingertips digging into the soft flesh there and pinching against the jutting peaks of my hip bones. I could feel him nearing orgasm and I felt myself reach for my own slightly more desperately, the muscles low in my abdomen contracting deliciously around him thrusting inside of me as I parted my lips and openly moaned.

He pulled out of me again and I gasped, limbs falling on either side of me before he spoke again. "Fuck. Turn around," he breathed, wiping sweat off of his face with an open palm. I did as i was told, hoisting myself upward and twisting my body so my stomach was beneath me against the sheets. Coming to my hands and knees i crawled further onto the bed, listening carefully for his change in breath as he watched me move. "Fuck," he groaned, stroking his cock as he stared at me peering at him over my shoulder.

I could hear him panting behind me and the mattress groaned under the addition of his weight as he got in position at my back. His hands groped and explored the skin of my ass, fingers trailing between my legs and prodding at the slick and swollen lips of my sex. I yelped at that and he took that as an invitation to move further, pressing his mouth to me and sucking at my clit, rolling his tongue over my vulva and moving away again, kissing the large expanse of skin that was my ass and upper thigh.

I heard him give a throaty laugh, sitting upward and smoothing over my bottom with an open palm. His hand moved away and the air cut with the motion of his arm, making contact with my butt and my stomach clenched as I cried out.

"Maybe this is how i should punish you," he growled, softly massaging the area again, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades so my neck and chest pressed into the sheets. "When you don't fucking listen to me." Again he hit me and I yelped, squirming slightly and he held me steady by my hips.

"I always listen to you," I moaned breathily, chest expanding with every gasp. He hit me again, a slightly more stinging pain creeping into my spine as the area had become flush with blood and all the more sensitive to touch.

"Dije que podías hablar?" He snarled, digging his fingers into my upper thigh before striking me again.

"No, mi amor," I answered in a whimper, tears prickling at my eyes.

"I'm gunna fuck you now," he hummed, using one hand to guide the tip of his dick along the slick lips of my entrance, the wetness of my cum dripping down the front of my stomach and the insides of my thighs. I shivered and my clit throbbed as he spoke to me, gliding the head of his dick along the wet inner lips of my sex and growling. "I'm gunna fuck you till you can't walk anymore."

He slid into me and i moaned, hands gripping at the sheets as the length of his dick pressed deeply into me. I resisted the urge to cry out as i figured this would be considered talking but even still he slapped my ass again. "Fuck, i love this thing," he groaned, massaging my right cheek with one hand and slowly pumping into me. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Si, mi amor," i moaned in a voice desperate for him.

He tilted his hips back and rocked into me again, drawing a small cry from me. The flatness of the front of his hips met the thick weight of my ass and created a quiet clapping sound. "What did you say?" He asked, hitting me again. A cry that doubled as both pleasure and pain left my mouth before i could stop myself.

"Yes, mi amor, cógeme por favor," I mewled, reaching under my torso to play with my clit. He knocked my hand away and i whimpered in protest.

"Una vez mas," he groaned, pulling away and steadying my hips with both hands gripped on either side.

"Por favor, mi amor, cógeme," i cried, tears hanging on my lashes as i tried to speak around the lump in my throat. I was so desperate for him it physically pained me, and i could hear him laugh softly at that.

"Ay que buena chiquita," he mumbled, using both hands to pull me toward him as he thrust into me even harder and i cried out again. He leaned forward and placed a kiss directly on the brand he'd given me my first or second day right between my shoulder blades. "Because you asked so nicely, I'm gunna fuck you so good you'll never want to leave this bed."

"Nunca," i insisted breathlessly. He snickered, kissing me on the shoulder and the back of the head, curling a piece of hair out of my face and then straightening fully.

"You never want to leave it?" he asked, building a steady rhythm.

"No, mi amor, never," i mewled.

"You never want to leave the island?" He continued the rhythm, albeit slowly, one hand pressed to the base of my spine as he moved into me, all too aware of how badly he was teasing me.

"No," I replied, whining out my answer in desperation.

"You never want to leave me?" he asked in a low voice, nearly whispering as he leaned forward to gently nip at my shoulders. The way he held my flesh between his teeth was like a wild animal, threatening to bite down at any moment an harder than it needed to be.

"Never," I breathed, shaking my head against my forearms and gasping open-mouthed into the sheets at my face.

At that he truly began to fuck me, the sound produced by our colliding bodies like music to my ears as i moaned and felt him hit me again with an open palm. It continued for what felt like hours, bodies writhing and colliding against one another, sweat mixing in damp claps of skin on skin. I could feel myself approaching orgasm as the waves of pleasure became so intense they were almost numbing, my hips tilting and back arching ever forward as i reached new limits to myself i never knew there were.

When we both came at last (myself considerably more times than h god bless vaginas) he pumped more slowly into me a few more times, convulsing as he thrust even deeper into me and grasped desperately for the support of my body. I rolled out the waves of my final orgasm as hard as he had for his own, feeling the muscles of my entrance throbbing as my inner thighs twitched and spasmed in the wake of such intense pleasure. He fell over me, still somewhat supporting his weight with a bent elbow but even still the rippling muscle of his abdomen made contact with the soft flesh of my back, our bodies sticking to one another with a slick yet tacky intermixing of our own sweat and saliva.

My throat was sore and my limbs clenched and quaked post coitious, shivering beneath his body as he caught his breath before finally lifting himself upward with a few ragged breaths.

He slumped over me and then rolled on his shoulders into bed at my side, back rising with each steady breath as he recovered and i collapsed in a heap onto the mattress. With the drugs still fresh in my body his breath alone sounded like an ancient hymn; the heartbeat thrumming in my ears providing the most exquisite of bass lines.

"You're never gunna fucking leave me," he gasped between breaths.

"Never."