Captives

Captives

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Cockatoo
Contact: elvendemagogue@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Archer, Tucker, Reed, T'Pol, OC, AU, N/C, Darkfic
Summary: Enterprise meets its evil twin.
WARNING: Excessively violent.
Author's Notes: This fic was written a couple of years ago, and may not be up to par with the newer of our OC stories.
Disclaimer: I no own Enty-prize.

*

Sarah arrived at Archer's door, nervous but looking forward to the evening. She rang the chime and waited.

Jonathan answered quickly. He had a huge grin plastered on his face. She couldn't help but smile at that. "Come in," he said, stepping aside.

Sarah walked in and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of pasta coming from the kitchen area. "I hope you like linguini," he said, passing by her and tending to the various pots.

"I do," she said as she watched him. She couldn't help but giggle a bit as he tried to take care of every pot. He wasn't having a very easy time of it. "Do you need any help?" she finally asked.

"Nope, not a bit," he said, seconds before knocking over one of the pots. Sarah gasped as it hit Jonathan's foot with a thud and he jumped back, growling in pain.

"Omigod," she said, rushing over to him, "Are you alright?"

He leaned back on the wall and winced. "Shit, that hurts," he whined.

Sarah fluttered around, turning off all the burners and coming back up to beside Archer. "I'll take you to see Dr. Phlox," she said, staring at his foot. She managed to get him to lean on her, and they hobbled out of his quarters and towards Sickbay.

*

Sarah swallowed hard as they stumbled down the hallway. The Captain was very heavy. He gripped onto her for balance, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at that. The other Captain Archer gripped her like that a few too many times.

His smell was overwhelming to her. And she found herself responding to it in a way that surprised her. He didn't smell like the man who raped her. His scent was different. Comforting, almost.

They managed to get to Sickbay in a few minutes. Archer leaned against a bio-bed while Sarah stood back, arms crossed, and watched them.

She looked over the Captain as Phlox bandaged up his burnt and bruised foot. She smiled as she thought about the way she used to feel before she was ever transported onto the alternate Enterprise. If this had happened back then, she'd be pretty happy that she was having dinner with him.

She sighed and wondered about Archer. She knew he was interested in her in some way, but whether that was just a passing fancy or something more serious, she wasn't sure. He had kissed her, but he had also been drunk. He had admitted to having fantasies about her, but what guy doesn't have fantasies about every girl that passes their way?

She pursed her lips, wondering if he was just doing this because of what happened on the other ship. She sure as hell didn't want pity from him. That's the last thing she needed.

Archer got off the bio-bed and hobbled over to Sarah. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, glancing at his foot.

She smiled. "That okay," she said. Archer turned to say thanks to the Doctor, and they made their way out of Sickbay.

"I guess dinner is ruined," he sighed. "That pasta's probably pretty dry by now."

Sarah thought for a moment, then stopped walking. She looked up at Archer. "Do you want to go to my quarters for a drink, instead?" she asked, hoping he would agree. Sometimes being in her own quarters made her feel a little more brave.

He smiled soft"Su"Sure," he said, following her as she began walking again. He cocked his head at her stance, noticing she seemed to be distracted. She obviously had something on her mind.

The got to her quarters and walked in. Jonathan sat in a chair and watched Sarah as she got a couple of glasses and poured some water. She was unusually quiet, and it made him a little nervous.

He took the glass as she handed it to him. She sat across from him on the couch and bit her lip, as gh sgh she was fighting saying something.

He sighed and leaned back. "Something's on your mind," he stated, "Care to tell me what it is?"

She widened her eyes a little, not sure if she was scared or relieved that he saw right though her. She set her glass down and took a deep breath. "Captain," she said, licking her lips, "Why are you so interested in us becoming friends?" She looked up at him, worried about his response.

He tensed in the chair. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she started, then sighed. "I mean, are you being nice to me because of what happened?" She eyed him, hoping for honesty. "Do you feel sorry for me?"

He frowned. "Of course not," he said, saddened she came to that conclusion. He put down his glass and leaned across the table. "Why would you think that?"

She felt tears flowing into her eyes, and did her best to try to stop them. She hated it when things got so acutely emotional. "Well," she swallowed, "Would we be...friends..like this, if I had never been raped by your evil twin?" She smirked at the wording.

Archer blanched a bit at the words. Rape. The images came tumbling back into his mind. "And by me," he said, quietly.

She looked up at him and blinked, trying to stop from crying. "That wasn't your fault," she said.

"It still happened," he replied, his eyes hooded. "But in answer to your question, Sarah, I don't feel sorry fou. Iu. I wouldn't pity you, you're too strong for that." She stayed silent and he continued, "As for if we would be friends otherwise, well, I honestly don't know. Of course what happened has something to do with this, but I'd like to think I would have been brave enough to talk to you under any circumstance. Being a Captain, though, does have its downside. Personal relationships are hard to come by when you're in a position of power."

"Before all this happened," said Sarah, smiling, "I wanted to be friends with you." She blushed at bit at her admittance.

He grinned. "It's good to see you smile," he said quietly. His face became passive. "You're beautiful when you smile."

Sarah looked downward, not sure how to take what he said. She tensed slightly as he moved to sit beside her on the couch.

Jonathan tilted his head to look into her eyes. She shyly brought them up to him. "You caught my attention long before this ever happened. I'm just sorry it had to turn out this way."

She swallowed. "I had your attention?"

Archer bit his lip and frowned a little. "Am I making you uncomfortable saying these things?"

Sarah smiled, grateful for his thoughfulness. "No," she responded, a large part of her wanting him to continue.

"I want us to get through this, Sarah," he said, "because I would like to get...close to you. If you allow me to."

She inhaled sharply, finding herself torn at his words. "How close?" she breathed.

"As close as you allow...when you're ready," he said. He was close enough for her to feel his breath. His eyes blinked slowly as he watched her.

"I want to be ready," she whispered, leaning closer to Archer. She couldn't stop the feeling that grew within her. It overwhelmed the fear in her body, the feeling of needing to be close to him.

"Just tell me when to stop," he breathed, moving in slowly and pressing his lips to hers. She responded by closing her eyes and wading in the feeling of his mouth on hers.

He kissed her deeper, pressing forward but being soft and gentle. He carefully placed one hand on her knee and the other along her jawline, softly tracing her face.

He pulled back slightly, not opening his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. His fingers trailed gently over her skin.

Sarah swallowed and sighed, breathing a barely audible "No". Jonathan smiled lightly and kissed her again, this time becoming brave enough to part her lips with his tongue and trace it over her teeth.

She shuddered at the contact, his tongue feeling electric along her lips. She pushed into his mouth and shivered as he groaned, his hand becoming tense on her leg. She nervously moved her hand to his face and slid it up into his hair, earning a less restrained kiss from the Captain.

Sarah gasped into his mouth, but allowed him to continue. He swirled his tongue over hers, his soft lips biting at her own. He pressed forward and slowly laid her on the couch, still kissing her as he leaned over her body.

His hands traveled down her arms and clasped with hers. He held on tightly and brought them over her head, forcing his kiss deeper into her. She moaned in pleasure, and he sighed, thinking that was probably the most wonderful sound he had ever heard.

Her mouth was warm and silky, and he was so amazed that she was allowing this. It made him feel happy to know that she trusted him enough. He promised himself he would never hurt her again.

Sarah instinctively moved her legs up until they were intertwined with his. She ran her foot along his calf, causing a wave of pleasure in Jonathan.

"God, Sarah," he hissed, pulling his arms down and running his hands over her body. He pushed one hand underneath her, pinning his body to hers. The other hand he ran through her hair.

He plunged his lips to her jawline, and then to her neck, kissing her lightly until he got to her shoulder. He gently pulled the uniform down slightly and began sucking on her skin, reveling in her taste.

Sarah gasped and closed her eyes, her skin tingling as he kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair and along his back, digging her nails into him as he sucked harder.

"Jonathan," she whispered.

"Yes?" he responded, bringing his face up to hers and kissing her softly.

She licked her lips, looking into his warm brown eyes. "Nothing," she said, smiling and kissing him. She pulled his mouth down to hers and shivered at the sensations his tongue sent through her body.

He began peeling off her uniform, not wanting to go too fast. He slid her jacket off her shoulders, kissing her as he pulled it from underneath her body.

"You're so beautiful," he said, raising his eyes to meet hers. "I want to make you happy."

She smiled and touched his cheek. She hesitated only a second before beginning to undo his uniform. He watched her carefully, looking for any signs of not wanting to do this. He smiled at the sparkle in her eyes.

"Take this off," she whispered, fingering his shirt.

He laughed. "Anything you say," he said, sitting up and pulling off his shirt. She leaned on her arms and watched him, feeling her body react to seeing him undress. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

He slowly undressed her, until she was down to her underwear. He laid over her again, kissing her lips and running his hands over her skin. The heat from his body and mouth made Sarah dizzy. She trailed her fingertips over his smooth skin, relishing the touch.

His soft touch wasn't anything like the other Archer's touch. Jonathan wasn't hurting her, and she sighed at that. He wouldn't hurt her.

Archer trailed kisses down her neck and chest, placing his hands on her hips and squeezing. She moaned a little at that, and felt herself beginning to want him. She wanted him. Her eyes fluttered open at that realization.

"Jonathan," she breathed. He looked up at her and she smiled. "Take off your pants."

"You sure like to order me around, don't you?" he said, laughing. She just smiled as he began to remove the rest of his clothes.

He kissed her again, this time hungrily. Each time she touched him he wanted to wrap her in his arms and make love to her until she cried out in pleasure.

She reached down and touched the rim of his underwear, fingering the band. He gripped her hand and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure about this, Sarah?" he asked, wanting it more than anything but fearing hurting her.

She swallowed every ounce of fear still within her. "Yes," she whispered, kissing him as he smiled. He took off his underwear and began pulling down hers. Sarah bit her lip as she felt him rub over her.

Sudden thoughts entered her mind as she realized Archer was lying over her, naked. The weight of his body on hers brought images to her mind...images she fought desperateo geo get rid of. She was ready for this! She knew she was. There was no way she was going to allow what happened to interfere with what could be something more wonderful than anything she had ever experienced.

She stared nervously into Jonathan's eyes, feeling her body get weak. He kissed her gently, and she clenched her eyes shut. "So perfect," he mumbled, and the next thing she felt was the familiar burn of him entering her.

She whimpered, but that only spurred him on. He kissed her hungrily and began thrusting slowly, intent on making her happy. She dug her nails into his back and gasped, feeling tears stinging her eyes. Jonathan pulled back and rubbed her hair, and felt himself get cold with fear as he saw a tear fall down her cheek.

He swallowed hard. "Sarah?" he said, "Are you alright?"

She didn't open her eyes. Clenching her fists, she pulled her arms between their bodies and began pushing on his chest. "Please stop," she whispered, barely audible, "Please don't hurt me anymore." She choked back a sob and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head.

The shame and guilt that washed over him was nothing compared to the concern he felt. He didn't know how he could have been so selfish and stupid. "Sarah," he said, gently touching her hands, "Please look at me."

She didn't want to hurt him, but the fear was too much for her to handle. She began to slowly cry, moaning quietly so she couldn't hear his voice.

He didn't know what to do. He quickly got up and pulled on his shorts. He grabbed a blanket off the chair and covered her with it, hoping to calm her down.

"Sarah," he said, becoming frightened at her state. "You're scaring me, Sarah. Stop it!"

She inhaled sharply and looked at him, fear plain in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, backing up against the side of the couch. She looked down, and he trembled as he realilzed she was expecting him to hurt her.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning against the edge of the sofa and holding his head in his hands. "I'm the one who's sorry, Sarah. It was so selfish of me to do this to you." He rubbed his eyes, not wanting to face the reality of how truly terrible things had become.

She slowly turned her eyes to Jonathan, watching him beat himself up over her reaction. It wasn't him, she thought to herself. "It's not you," she said, her voice raw. "I'm sorry I pushed it. I guess I just wasn't ready."

He turned at her voice, relieved she was even speaking to him. He shook his head, not sure what to say. "Maybe we both went too fast," he said, his heart aching. The tiredness in her eyes made him angry. Angry that he was only making it harder for her to get through this.

She brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and he watched her, remembering that she had allowed him to do that just minutes ago. And he had taken advantage of that.

She nodded at his words and brought her knees up to her body. He watched her movements. He should have been more gentle with her. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said, guilt evident in his voice.

"I know," she replied, "I do know that. I think," she paused, unsure of herself. Closing her eyes, she continued, "I think I maybe just need some space."

The words hit him hard, but he knew it was in her best interests to back off. "I can give you that," he said, getting up and pulling on his clothes. She opened her eyes and lookownwownward, not watching him as he dressed.

He sighed and headed for the door. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked, nervous about leaving her alone.

"Yeah," she said, restraining her voice. The tears entered her eyes, but she tried to make sure he didn't notice.

"Okay," he said, sadly. "You call me if you need anything." She nodded and he left her quarters.

The doors hissed shut and Sarah let out a suppressed sob. She was so angry at herself for allowing this to happen. She could still feel his hands on her body, and his scent was still in the air. But her feelings ran more towards him than herself. How she could have allowed herself to hurt him like that, she had no idea. And she wasn't sure she could ever forgive herself.

*

"Hey you," said Malcolm as he sat down beside Sarah at a table in the Mess Hall. "How'd your date go last night?" He grinned.

Sarah took a sip of her strong coffee. "Horrible," she muttered, staring at the table.

Malcolm sighed and leaned close. "What happened?"

She looked up at him, frustration in her eyes. "I freaked out."

"Freaked out?" repeated Malcolm, not sure what she meant. "How did you freak out?"

Sarah looked around to make sure no one was in hearing distance. "I lost it, Malcolm. I just couldn't handle it."

"Handle what? You're going to have to explain," he replied, lost in the conversation.

Sarah sighed, not really wanting to explain, but needing to talk about it. "I freaked out just as we were gonna....you know," she said, widening her eyes.

Malcolm looked confused for a few moments, before suddenly realizing what she was saying. "You had sex with the Captain?" he said, stunned.

"Shhhhh!" growled Sarah nervously. "And no, we didn't have sex. I freaked out, remember?"

"Right," he said, "Well, okay, why did you freak out?"

"I don't know," she said, rubbing her eyes. "It was all going so well, and now I've ruined it."

"So you were enjoying the, uh, activities?" he asked, a little queered out.

Sarah thought for a moment. "Yeah, I was. I like him, Malcolm. A lot."

"Then maybe you guys were just moving too fast," he said, fidgeting in his seat. "I'm sure the Captain would understand that."

She shook her head. "I think I scared him off. I went kind of looney."

He laughed. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"Post-traumatic stress, Malcolm. It's kind of scary." She licked her lips and sighed.

"You have every right to be under stress. And so does he. Just talk to him and take it slow."

"He'll probably never want to look at me again," she grumbled, staring at her lukewarm coffee.

Malcolm frowned. "Stop being such a baby. Just talk to him."

She rolled her eyes and was about to say something when Jonathan entered the room. He saw her immediately, and approached quietly.

"Malcolm," he nodded as he approached. "Sarah." He looked at her with concern. "How are you?"

"Better," she said, smiling softly.

Malcolm looked back and forth at them and became quite uncomfortable. "Uh, if you'll excuse me," he said, getting up, but was stopped by the Captain.

"It's alright, Malcolm," he said, looking back to Sarah. "I was actually going to invite Ensign Miller to my private dining room. I was hoping we could talk."

"Okay," she nodded, getting up. She smiled at Malcolm as she followed the Captain. He smiled at her in return, pleased that he was, once again, right.

*

Sarah sat down across from the Captain and decided she should be the one to speak first. "About last night," she started, but was cut off by a wave of Archer's hand.

"That was my fault," he said, "I acted, well, like a jerk, and I'm sorry."

"I just think, maybe we moved too fast," she said, "But you have no reason to be sorry. I wanted it as much as you did."

He shook his head. "I pushed you."

"I'm not a child, Jonathan," she said, and he looked up at her when she said his name. "I had feelings for you. And those feelings didn't disappear after what happened. I wanted us to happen. But I freaked out, and I'm sorry."

He sighed at her words, and looked surprised. He was so sure he had pushed her into relations with him, worried that he had turned into his alternate persona, that he never considered that she hadn't really said "no" to him. He wasn't sure what to say to her.

He got up and walked over to her. He leaned down in front of her and took her hands in his. "Be honest with me, Sarah. Do you want me to back off? Or do you want to try again?"

She looked him over and squeezed his hands. "I want to try again."

He smiled and embraced her tightly. She didn't pull away, instead melting into his arms. She felt safe there, with his company. "I want to get through this," she whispered, "And I need your help to do that."

"Okay," he said, closing his eyes and holding her. "Anything you need."

Sarah pulled back slightly and ran her fingers through Jonathan's hair. Smiling, she kissed him softly and he responded in kind. The kiss was chaste and didn't last long, but it still stirred feelings inside of Sarah.

Jonathan broke the contact and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Will you come to my quarters tonight? Maybe we can talk some more."

"Sure," she said, smiling.

*

Sarah grinned and took a seat, thanking Jonathan for the wine. She took a sip and set the glass down. "I was talking to Travis today," she said, smiling. "He mentioned you were singing on the Bridge today." She laughed softly at Archer's surprised glare. "I didn't know you could sing."

He leaned back in his chair and laughed. "I didn't think anyone heard me. Sounds like I'm going to have to have a little chat with Mr. Mayweather."

Sarah raised her eyes and leaned forward. "Would you sing for me?" she asked.

Jonathan laughed and set down his glass. "I think we should wait a little while for that. I'd hate to scare you off." He winked, grinning to himself.

Sarah stuck out her tongue at him. "Coward," she said, biting her lip.

"Look, Ensign," he said in a mock command tone, "I can't have you disrespecting the Captain in his own quarters. Either smarten up or I'll have to ask you to leave."

Sarah laughed and moved to beside Jonathan on the couch. "What if I say no?" she asked, smiling coyly.

"Well, then I'd have to discipline you, wouldn't I?"

She licked her lips, exaggerating her seductiveness. "What kind of discipline did you have in mind?"

Archer laughed. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"I think I do," she said, curling her hair around her fingers.

He sighed and touched her face. "Do you want to do this again so soon?"

Her eyes saddened a little. "I'm not going to get through it if I avoid it. A little at a time will be okay."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, parting her lips ever so slightly with his tongue. She whimpered at his touch.

He pulled away and licked his lips. "You let me know when to stop, alright?" he said, running his fingers through her soft hair. As much as he needed her, wanted to inhale her sweet scent, he wouldn't hesitate to stop if she became uncomfortable.

"Alright," she breathed, pressing her lips back to his. She moved her tongue into his mouth and ran it along his teeth. He groaned in response and began massaging her shoulders. She sucked on his lower lip and he grinned in response.

"Mmmmmm," groaned Archer, pulling away from her. "You're damn good at that," he laughed. Sarah smiled as he ran his finger along her face, tracing every line. He sighed at his conscience. "I need to ask you something," he said, gazing into her eyes.

Sarah moved up against him, laying her head on his chest. "Yeah?"

"Why did you almost go through with it last night if you weren't ready?" He was afraid to ask the question, but he needed to hear an answer.

Sarah licked her lips and sighed, pushing herself further into his arms. "I think I just needed to prove to myself that I wasn't going to let what happened control my life. But I guess I went too far, too fast."

"I want you to take all the time you need for this, okay?" He looked down into her deep brown eyes. "You mean more to me than just sex."

Sarah smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered, softly brushing his face.

She gazed at his face, running her fingers along his jawline. The stubble on his skin sent electric currents through her fingers.

He watched her closely as she brought her lips up to his chin and softly began planting kisses on his face. He closed his eyes and shivered at her gentle touch. She ran her fingers up through his hair and she moved her mouth to his and kissed him fully, running her tongue along his.

He whimpered in pleasure and she smiled, liking that she could make him feel that way. His hands roamed up her sides and began massaging. She kissed him harder, sucking deeply in his mouth.

He pulled her onto his lap and ran his hands through her hair, tangling his fingers in her dark tresses. He pushed fervently into her mouth, spurred on by her low moans and hungry mouth.

Sarah finally broke their kiss and gasped for air. Her skin was flushed red from the contact, and Jonathan couldn't help but think about how gorgeous she looked sitting on him, her face lit up in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful," he said, running his hands down her arms.

She giggled. "You're not half bad yourself."

"You know," he said, fingering the collar on her shirt, "Captains aren't supposed to have sexual relationships with their crew."

"Well, that's okay, since you're only having a sexual relationship with me, not your whole crew." She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

He eyed her softly, running his finger through her hair and along her ear. She touched his face, worried at his expression of thought. "Are you worried that our relationship will affect our jobs?"

He smiled at her question. "No," he said, licking his lips. "I mean, it will affect our work, but it doesn't have to be in a bad way. You're worth any problems that may come up."

"Are you sure?" she asked, not wanting him to feel like he had to choose.

"Absolutely," he said, kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled and kissed him back, squeezing his shoulders in pleasure.

Archer brought his hands to her jacket and began to undo it. Sarah broke the kiss suddenly and yanked his hands away from her clothes. Jonathan became frightened he had hurt her, but that feeling quickly washed away when she began smiling devilishly.

"Let's go to your bedroom," she said in low tones. She licked her lips and got up, pulling Jonathan up by his hand. She led him into the room, massaging lazy circles in his palm with her thumb the whole way there.

Jonathan took Sarah into his arms. "I want to make you happy," he whispered between kisses.

"You already have," she answered, unzipping his jacket.

He stopped her advances and looked her in the eyes. "No, Sarah, I want to make you happy. I want this to be good for you. And I need you to tell me if you're ever uncomfortable. Will you promise me that?"

She smiled softly and nodded. "Good," grinned Archer, pushing her gently till she was seated on the bed. "Now you just sit still there." He winked and Sarah laughed, anxiously anticipating what he was going to do.

She watched as he leaned down and began slipping off her boots and socks. When her feet were bare, he began massaging them, warming them up with his hands. Sarah giggled a little at the tickling sensation.

She couldn't help but grin as he leaned on his knees and began undoing her pants. She sat up as he pulled them down.

He sat between her legs, massaging her calves and pulling her forward by her knees. The silence in the room made Sarah tremble.

She shivered as Archer kissed her leg, moving upwards on her thigh. She felt her abdomen tingle as he ran his hands up her legs and to her waist.

He lifted his head and gazed at her expression. Without breaking eye contact, he gently began undoing her jacket, sliding it over her shoulders and off her arms.

Archer swallowed hard as he undressed Sarah. He couldn't help but react to her beauty, and he felt so good being able to do this. He wanted to please her more than anything.

"You okay?" he whispered, rubbing her sides. She nodded and smiled, so he gently pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Sarah's heart raced as Jonathan took her hand and began kissing it, running his lips slowly up her arm until he was at her collarbone. He sucked slowly, teasing her with his tongue.

"Jonathan," she whispered, and he kissed her harder, spurred on by her erotic moanings. She clasped her hands on his shoulders and he leaned over her and gently pushed her to the bed.

"You taste so good," he said, whispering hotly in her ear. He breathed in her scent, one of soft lavendar, and his senses tingled at being so close.

He touched her soft hair and then ran his hands down her body, his eyes never leaving hers. The color of her eyes became bright, and he nearly lost himself in their depths. He kissed her gently, caressing his tongue over hers rhythmically.

She gasped as their lips parted, her eyes half-closed. He smiled at her face and felt so grateful that he could be the one to give her such pleasure.

"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?" asked Sarah, smiling, as she brought her hands up to undo his jacket.

Archer took her hands in his and pushed them away from his clothes. "Just be patient, love," he said, grinning. "We'll get to that later."

His fingers continued moving down her body. He slowly pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slid his fingers in her body.

"You tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered as Sarah closed her eyes against the movement.

She shook her head slowly and bit her lip. Jonathan smiled as she moaned, and he quickened his thrusts, inserting another finger to increase her pleasure.

Sarah gripped the sheets tightly and bucked her hips involuntarily as he forced his fingers deeper in her body. The feeling was soft and warm, and she found herself wanting more. Jonathan was smooth and gentle, but Sarah's body was pushing for more intensity.

"God, Jonathan," she moaned, fluttering her eyes open. He leaned over and kissed her, unable to keep from touching her in some way. The way she said his name, the way she moved under his hand, it all made him sick with desire.

She reached up over him and dug her nails into his back. "I want you," she growled into his ear. Jonathan responded by kissing her deeply and pulling his fingers from her body. She shivered as she lost the warmth of his hand, but slowly began feeling anticipation as he took off his jacket.

"Let me help," she said, moving to take off his shirt. Archer just grinned and stepped off the bed.

"Nope," he said, taking off his clothes. "You aren't doing any work this time. Just lay back and relax."

Sarah sighed and shook her head. "Next time you're going to get it, you know."

He stripped down to his underwear and got back on the bed. "I can hardly wait," he laughed, kissing her again and pushing her back.

He kissed his way down her neck and to her collarbone. He carefully undid her bra and tossed it aside. Sarah's breathing became ragged as he massaged her breasts, licking and sucking on them passionately.

She arched into his mouth and whimpered. Jonathan trailed his fingers to the waistband of her panties and softly pulled them down. He pulled his mouth from her body and removed her underwear. She watched him, her eyes wide with lust and anxiety.

"Do you want to go further?" asked Jonathan, searching her dark eyes for signs of fear.

She responded by kissing him softly. "Yes," she whispered, and he kissed her back, swirling his tongue around hers.

He began sliding his underwear down his legs, and Sarah helped, forcing them down with her feet. Jonathan grinned at that, at the feel of her skin against his legs. It sent shivers through his body.

The underwear dropped to the floor. He touched her hair, kissed her, and smiled. "Ready?" he asked, waiting for her response.

She nodded, and he entwined his fingers with hers and grasped tightly, entering her body slowly. Sarah clenched her jaw as he slid within her and stopped, needing to make sure she was alright.

He grasped her other hand and braced himself against her. His breathing was ragged, and she could tell that he was flushed from being within her.

Before he could ask if she was okay, Sarah arched her hips upwards. Jonathan gasped and closed his eyes, reveling in the movement. She smiled and bit her lips, slowly pushing her body upwards and then pulling it back down, teasing him with her rhythm.

He tightened his grip on her hands and pushed them above her head. Gently sucking on her shoulder, he began to thrust into Sarah, slowly and softly. She shuddered as he moved within her and unconsciously brought her legs up, tangling them with his.

"God, Jonathan," she moaned as his pace increased. She arched her neck and he took advantage of the pose, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

"So perfect," he mumbled, but Sarah could barely hear him. The feeling within her made her ears buzz with heat. Her toes curled as she ran her foot up his calf.

Archer thrust har los losing himself in the act. Every noise she made beneath him made him want to please her more. He wanted to listen to her forever.

He quickened his pace, wanting to slow down to extend her pleasure, but not being able to hold himself back. He nipped at her ear as she scraped her fingernails down his back and clenched his shoulders, feeling herself tense as he moved.

"Jonathan," she gasped, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She could feel herself beginning to lose control, and she unconsciously tried to gain it again.

"It's okay, baby," he whispered, releasing her hand and smoothing her hair back. He watched her face as she wrestled with the increasing pleasure within her. "Let it go." He slowed his pumping and then thrust again, watching her every second. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful as the girl beneath him on the edge of ecstasy.

She gripped his shoulders hard and drew her legs up around his waist as her body began to tremble. She moaned low and Jonathan thrust as her body shuddered under him. As she slowly began to relax, he pushed twice more and met his release, the heat in his body causing his muscles to nearly let out on him as he laid on top of her.

He rolled to the side and ran his fingers through her hair. "Are you alright?" he asked, breathless.

She licked her lips and smiled, gazing into his eyes. "Yes," she said, kissing him softly and moving into his embrace.

Jonathan pulled her back into his chest and laid his leg over hers. He gently stroked her arm with his finger, relaxed and at peace. Sarah's soft breathing lulled him into a dreamy state.

Sarah smiled as she heard him begin to snore. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his body draw her into a deep sleep.

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