</center>Title: It Was The Rain
Author: Luzser1800
Coupling: ML (But, of course)
Rating: Mature
Summary: This was just a little something to take my mind off the madness that has become my life these past few days, that came to me after listening to an older song. If you can guess the song, I'll give you a cyber cookie. HAHA! It shouldn't be too hard considering that the lyrics are scattered throughout the fic.
Quick thanx to Behrsgirl77 for the banner and the beta help, and Lissalou72 for all your help. Smooches, you two!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, you all know the dillio!
It Was The Rain
The rain came down a little harder than it had been even just minutes before. It was an odd comfort to hear every drop tap angrily on the tin roof of the car above my head. It was coming down so hard, most people might have pulled over with how it blurred the road. But tears were already starting to blur my vision, and the rain didn’t seem to matter. I took a glance at the radio on the dash. It was nearing two in the morning. I usually drove home this way, the long way, when I needed time to think. I had found myself doing that an awful lot lately. More than I should have been.
A street lamp came into view. As I got closer, I noticed that the light fell cautiously over someone standing on the corner. I had to squint to see a little better. The young man, much younger than I, stood in this furious weather, soaking wet from head to steel-toe. His dark hair, sopping wet, gave him a sexy, just showered look. He wore a white t-shirt. Under the light, as I crept closer still, it was easy to see his hardened nipples standing straight up, and every single muscle in his torso was bared for my eyes. He may as well have been wearing nothing at all on his upper frame. He stood with his hands in his blue jean pockets, obviously trying to stay warm in the cold rain outside. I could clearly see him shiver under the pelting water drops. A black backpack was slung over one shoulder, hanging off his back.
I pulled the car over in front of him, pushing the button next to me to roll the passenger side window down. “It’s pretty nasty out there.”
He pushed his head close to the open window and nodded at me. The streetlight was still illuminating him in the dark. I could now tell that he was in his early to middle twenties. And here I was, at least ten years older. I could see a small gold hoop dangling on his left ear. I could see the color of his eyes now. A warm amber. They were like nothing I’d ever seen before, and I thought it was beautiful. “Yeah, it is.” The rain fell down his face in a curtain. He blinked rapidly against the water trying to invade his eyes.
I only hesitated for a moment, knowing exactly what I wanted already. “How about a lift?”
He only smiled with a small curl of his lips and opened the door to get in. “Thanks a lot,” was all he said. I rolled the passenger side window up as he used both hands to wipe his face down, and began to push his hands down his chest, as if to dry the water, even though it didn’t help at all. He threw his backpack into the back seat. He smelled like the rain, and a cheap cologne I couldn’t quite remember the name of.
I didn’t bother to ask his name, and he didn’t bother to ask mine. I didn’t know for sure where we were going, nor did I care. It had never seemed to occur to me that he may not have known where to go either. I caught him looking at me from the corner of my eye, and when I turned to acknowledge him, he shyly turned his head to the window, a smile starting to play on his full lips. When he turned back to me, I avoided eye contact the same way he had. I turned to the front to keep my eyes on the road. I couldn’t help my smile either, and I could tell he was satisfied even with that.
We drove around for a little while, just listening to the sound of the rain. I didn’t bother with the radio. It was nice to just listen to the sounds of nature all around us, and his soft breathing in the seat next to mine. He was undeniably sexy. All man. I could see every muscle stretch his t-shirt around his body. His hair stuck up in places after he had run his fingers through it, and I found myself wanting to touch his hair. Wanting to run my fingers through it, while I scratched at his scalp with my long nails.
Making a quick decision, I made a left turn at the next corner, suddenly having a destination in mind. I continued to sneak glances at him, and he continued to sneak glances my way. They were shy looks, innocent and smoldering at the same time. I could see a gold chain wrapped around his neck, tucked underneath the t-shirt that clung tightly to his wet skin. With his shirt almost see-through, I could tell that it was a gold crucifix.
A small shudder passed through me as I thought again about just what I planned to do. I heard him clear his throat, and when I looked at him to see why he had done it, he just smiled at me, and I could see his eyes dart briefly to my lips. That was when I felt the decision had been made for me.
I finally saw what I had been looking for. In bright, bold, fluorescent red. It blinked and spat as the colored words tried to fight to be seen in the rain. MOTEL. My eyes closed for a moment, once again terrified at my own actions. When I checked a glance at the young man, I caught him as he had just finished eying the sign. I watched the expression on his face change to one of longing. I looked him deep in the eyes, a silent question falling over us. His look told me that he accepted what I wanted, and he was ready for it.
After checking in, he followed close behind me to our door, one of his hands gently massaging, linking and disconnecting my fingers with his own repeatedly. The number was random, as random as what I knew we were about to do. Before opening the door, I leaned back against it, placing a hand on the left side of his chest, directly over his heart, just to feel it thunder beneath his skin. Just to let me know that this was real. I waited with bated breath as he leaned forward slowly to capture my lips in a slow, gentle kiss.
My hand rose from his chest, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, wetting my hand with the rain. My other hand stayed on the other side of his body, splayed over his ribs. His kisses left me breathless and wanting more. I reached behind me, never breaking our intimate contact, and pushed the door open with my back.
I might have fallen backwards onto the floor had it not been for the strong, loving arms holding me up. He pushed me inside the room, slamming the door shut with the toe of his boot. His tongue swept in and out of my mouth while we struggled to keep our balance, finding our way to the bed in the dark room.
When we found the soft mattress, it creaked softly when I sat down on the edge of it. He released me when I sat down, taking a long time to remove his smoldering eyes from mine. He moved to the lamp on the end table and it clicked on, a soft orange glow lighting the room delicately. I sat with my face turned away from him, and I listened to the soft plops as his clothes slowly hit the floor. I think he knew I was cautious, and for that, he didn’t want to waste any more time where I could think my way out of this. I could feel my breathing getting heavier as I thought long and hard about what I was about to do.
Realistically, I had about twenty reasons to stop right here and now. And I only had two good reasons to keep going. Reason number two was how positively electric I knew that this would be. This man was beautiful and he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was so turned on that there was no way I could stop now. Reason number one was the only thing I still could hope for in this lifetime. The one thing I had needed for so long now. I could feel the room getting charged. The popping and crackling seemed to match the beats of my heart. I waited patiently while he slowly approached me from behind.
I felt the bed dip when he had placed a knee down behind me. I felt his breath creep on the side of my neck. He pushed my dark hair to the side, attaching his lips to the nape, his tongue snaking out to tickle the small hairs back there. One of his hands buried itself into my thick mane, dipping my head back as he tugged on my hair forcefully and gently at the same time, exposing my lips to his hungry mouth. I have to admit that I had never been kissed like that before or since then.
While he continued to kiss me, his hands came around to pop each button on my beige shirt. He eased it down over my shoulders, leaving my mouth to kiss bare skin as it was slowly revealed to him. His head fell over my shoulder, dipping low to kiss at my upper chest while one of his hands held gently around my throat. He had me so distracted that I almost didn’t realize my shirt coming off my body.
I turned my head quickly and fed him my tongue, finally throwing all caution to the wind, taking from him what I needed and wanted. I turned and curved my neck around to get closer to his body, which was still damp from the rain and at the same time hot and sizzling to the touch. He pushed me back onto the bed, leaning halfway over me. I went back easily, and he followed, not allowing an inch of space between us, moving his body until he was laid over me with one of his thighs pressed tightly between mine.
His breath hit my cheek in sharp pants. The erection that tented his boxers poked against my hip, and I unconsciously moved to get closer to it. His nimble fingers went to work on the button on my black dress pants, never taking his eyes from mine. His gaze was deep, penetrating, and eerily passionate. I watched him blink slowly, like a cat. He tore his eyes from mine when he took to stripping the pants from my legs, his hands curling over my thighs and calves as he made his way down, and then back up again.
He moved down again. I felt his warm lips caress every part of my leg, starting from my ankle. Then, he administered the same treatment to my other leg. Once again, something that had never happened before or again. My eyes rolled back and the lids closed, savoring the feelings he charged within me. It didn’t matter how wrong this was when it felt so right at the time.
When we finally found ourselves bared to each other, not a stitch between us, I didn’t think I could wait any longer for him to finally be inside me. He didn’t ask any questions, and for that I was grateful. There were no preliminaries, and for that, I was, once again, grateful. He just surged inside me without any other thought as far as it seemed.
A moan pushed past my lips at being filled by him. He stayed still for a long time, watching tears prick my eyes, but it had nothing to do with physical pain. There was no physical pain at all. It was an emotional battle inside me that I was still fighting. He seemed as if he wanted to ask if I was all right, but I could tell he didn’t want to damage the moment. Just knowing that he was thinking of me felt nice. He waited for me to look at him, and when my focus shifted, I found myself getting lost in those gorgeous eyes of his. The colors of browns and reds working together, just made for a phenomenal hue. He was still looking at me, and the first thing I did was make a silent prayer for those eyes before finally using my own eyes to beseech him to see this through to the very end.
He began to move, slowly, growing accustomed to my body. I could feel a small bead of sweat, or was it rain still, trickle sensationally down between my breasts. Then there was another one. When I speared my fingers into his hair, I realized that it was rainwater, coming from his head, which was still soaked from the weather outside. His head buried itself against the side of my throat, dampening my skin even more.
As I threw my head back, I could hear the rain pounding against the window of the room. It was no longer angry to me anymore. It was tapping in a more soothing way, as if telling me that this was fate playing its game. That this man, feral and sexy as all hell, was my fate. I was meant to be in this room, in this moment, with this gorgeous man pounding deliciously inside me. This man was my ultimate fate. My inner battle began to dull as it faded out. It was no longer a fight. My heart accepted what was happening, and my body slowly lost itself to every movement of this man over me and inside me.
After long enough of being dominated, the lust screamed at me, and I rolled my body, and he helped me. We rolled around as if in slow motion, until I finally gained the position of the upper body. He let me lead it. I arched back like a cat and I could feel the sweat drench my back and forehead as I rose and fell on top of him. His hands splayed over my small hips, clenching his fingers, biting his nails into my flesh. My fingernails, in turn, scratched the surface of his hard chest, drawing tiny droplets of blood and leaving an angry trail of pink in their wake. He grunted and groaned below me, proving that he was enjoying this as much as I.
The two of us made love like strangers over and over again, all night long. He did everything right. We never stopped to sleep. We never spoke. My body must have convulsed in sweet passion a hundred times while the rain beat relentlessly over our heads and on all sides of us. And in the morning, as he slept peacefully, worn out completely from our spectacular night of fireworks, as the sun peaked over the horizon, the smell of rain still permeating the stale air, all he would have left of me was a note on the pillow.
I am the flower
You are the seed
We walked in the garden
We planted a tree
Don’t try to find me
Please, don’t you dare
Just live in my memory
You’ll always be there
As I drove home that morning, finally allowing every emotion to escape my body as I cried, I could imagine him sitting up on the edge of the bed, reading the note. I wondered if he would cry. I wondered if he would smile in recollection. I wondered if he would even care. I wondered if he would remember me, as I would him for all time. I wondered a lot of things about him. And, even now, I’ve never stopped wondering.
Three years would pass before I would see him again. It was another rainy day, just the same as the night of our passionate lovemaking, when my car broke down on the side of the road. A tow-truck picked me up and took me to the nearest service station. I walked in, shaking the rain from my hair, clutching my daughter tightly to my chest to shield her from the weather.
Imagine the surprise, when I looked up and saw him standing behind the counter. At first, when he looked up, he smiled, expecting another random customer. Until he recognized me. He looked at me in wonder, a thousand questions showing on his face. And a thousand more when my daughter finally turned her little head to look at him. He gazed with a familiarity that was unbeknownst to him until the moment he saw her amber eyes.
He looked back at me, his mouth falling open, the hurt and pain written all over his face. I felt myself pull my daughter even closer, as if she would slip away from me. As if he could take her from me. “Please...” I said, tears dropping on top of her brown head. “Please, understand. I’m in love with another man.” I watched his Adam’s apple bob nervously when his eyes fell to my left hand, which was holding tightly to my little girl’s head, and I could tell the exact moment he saw my ring. “And what he couldn’t give me....was the one little thing that you can.” I begged him with my eyes to just let this be. I begged silently for more than I had any right to ask of him. Our gazes locked one more time before I dropped my eyes, and walked out of the service station, and holding tightly to my little miracle, Kiara Rain Valenti.
THE END