Crais' tale

Disclaimer : Farscape is a trademarked product and I'm only borrowing the characters. I shall return them in good nick with sappy grins on their faces.


Title: Crais's tale.

Author : hazeleyes57.

Ra : V : Va-va-voom. (or 18 or R or X,take your pick.)

Spoilers : None.

Keywords : Crais Crais and,oh yeah CRAIS !

Summary : A PWP for Crais fans.I have deliberately not named the woman so you may imagine whomsoever you want in that role. I know who I think it is - and if Lani reads this I am so not telling you who I am,blush,blush. Enjoy.

This story was first posted on fanfiction.net over a year ago and bumped by them for the usual reasons It was nominated for a Sparky award, and to this day I don't know who put the story forward, but whoever you are, thanks - the fic took second place.


CRAIS' TALE

Crais started, surprised out of his slumber. What had awoken him? Unable to see anything in the dark, he relied on his other senses.

He heard a sound, the soft susurration of silk moving closer. Lying naked in bed, he silently slid a hand under his pillow, reaching for the weapon he had hidden out of habit from his Peacekeeper days.

An instant later he relaxed. He would know that perfume anywhere. While she might want to kill him from time to time, he didn't think tonight was one of those occasions. He was surprised to see her though, it had been a while.

His eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark and there was sufficient light to see an outline now. When she reached out towards him with one hand he could see well enough to capture it with one of his own. She let out a soft 'Oh!' of surprise then laughed gently,

"You are awake."

"Yes. To what do I owe the honour of a visit?" Crais also spoke softly, unwilling to break the intimacy of the situation.

She brought her captured hand to her breast, transferring Crais' hand so that he could feel the erect nipple through the silk of her robe.

"Ah." He said with comprehension. He closed his fingers on the nipple, gently toying with it. A sharply indrawn breath indicated that he was on the right track.

His mattress dipped slightly as she knelt one knee on the edge of the bed, leaning forward into his hand. Crais used his other hand to untie the loose knot holding the silk robe together. When the silk parted he slid his hand inside and ran it from her waist down to her hip, then back up to her other breast. No material impeded his progress - she was naked under the robe and he knew that she had done that for him, knowing he found it arousing.

She leaned further forward, her other knee joining the first on the bed. Crais lay back down and smiled as she ran her left hand up his leg, over his hip, across his stomach and chest to finally caress his face, running her index finger over his lips, gently tracing his smile. He sucked her fingertip, drawing it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
Crais became aware that her other hand was in his hair, gently stroking through the curls that he kept ruthlessly under control during the day. He was almost purring.

"Crais" She sighed his name, almost a caress in itself, conveying her desire, her need to him.

While one hand still dallied with her nipples, Crais' left hand slid around her waist to her back and pulled her towards him. She did not resist, slowly descending until there were only inches between them. Her eyes locked with his and he released her finger. His lips remained parted until she closed the remaining gap and their lips finally met. She kissed him deeply and invited him to do the same, though he needed no urging, his desire matching hers.

Crais wrapped both arms around her and pulled her down on him.

Even separated by the bedding she could plainly feel his erection against her and couldn't resist rubbing herself against it. His hips jerked up towards hers as he slid one hand down over her backside and held her to him.
Crais pulled back to catch his breath, but only for a moment. He kissed her face thoroughly then his lips gently brushed her neck and he heard her sigh. He slid his hands under her robe at her shoulders and slowly pushed it down and off her arms, exposing more of her satiny skin to his gaze. As she leaned back to shuck off the sleeves Crais captured a nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking the hard nub. He heard her groan and felt the vibration everywhere they touched.

Without removing her breast from Crais' ministrations she managed to lose the robe, then set about removing the last remaining barrier between them. The covering slid off and fell to the floor and they were finally flesh to flesh again after so long.

They took a moment to savour the feeling, then Crais surprised her by rolling them over until she lay on her back. He kissed her passionately for long moments, long dragging kisses that left her breathless and begging.
He moved, kissing down her neck, down to her breasts, laving and tending to both before moving across her stomach, over her hip and down her leg. When she felt the kiss on her thigh and realised that he'd deliberately bypassed what she had been anticipating, she knew he was trying to drive her mad - and it was working.

She lay with her hands clenching the sheet under them, writhing under those magical lips.

Crais smiled to himself, well aware of the sensations he was causing. He crossed to her other leg and began to work his way - very slowly - back up her body.

Her legs parted involuntarily as his lips moved along her inner thigh. He nuzzled his nose in the damp curls at her apex, the smell of her arousal increasing his own. His erection throbbed, aching for completion, but he was a determined man and he could wait.

Crais looked up at her face. She was flushed, her eyes closed, her lips parted and she was panting. He bent his head and sought out the little bundle of pleasure with his lips. He tongued it firmly, sucking it into his mouth as far as he could, while at the same time he slid his middle finger between her shining wet folds, stroking her hard.

She cried out, her eyes flying open, her body shuddering. He continued to suck and lick her clitoris while moving his finger rapidly in and out of her moist heat. Moments later he felt his finger gripped from within. As soon as he was sure she had begun to orgasm he slowed down just enough to prolong but not stop it. He stroked her insides harder and deeper and felt her stiffen beneath him. He didn't stop until she lay spent.

Crais kissed his way back up her body, stopping at each breast, until finally he claimed her lips.

She wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss until they were both panting again.

This time she rolled them over and once more Crais was on his back. She pushed herself up on her hands, then kissed Crais' chest, sucking each of his nipples to hard nubs. She kissed her way down across his stomach and his muscles clenched in anticipation. She didn't tease him - it would have been suicide.

She didn't use her hands at first. She kissed the base of his shaft and it jerked under her lips. She ran her tongue slowly up the shaft until she reached the top, then she licked across the dome.
She glanced up at his face and wasn't surprised to see his eyes open, watching her. She finally took hold of him and marvelled at the different sensations she could feel - the smoothness, the warmth, the hardness beneath the silky surface. She closed her lips over the dome and it was all he could do not to thrust upwards. Now his hands gripped the sheets and he groaned.

She took in as much of him as she could, then she sucked as she withdrew up the shaft. She smiled inwardly at the anguished aroused groans that escaped Crais. She repeated the process, taking him back in again. And again. All the time she watched him watching her.

Crais watched himself disappear into her mouth. She knew that he found this unbearably erotic. She continued for long moments until he stopped her, anxious not to come just yet.

She straddled his hips, his hands on her thighs. She lifted herself up on to her knees and used a hand to hold him in position, then lowered herself until he was just lodged between her moist folds. She removed her hand and placed them on Crais' chest. He gripped her thighs and as she lowered herself on to his shaft, he surged up to meet her. They both groaned with delight at the sensation of being joined again at last.

She ly rly raised herself up again and plunged back down, taking Crais in as far as she could, feeling him fill her with every stroke. He felt huge, momentarily bordering on painful, but her body remembered and rejoiced.

They quickly found their rhythm, each knowing how to enhance the pleasure for the other, a subtle language only lovers know .

Crais wanted tho lao last, but his body overruled him, and he let it, savouring every moment.

He could wait no longer. He bucked his hips and thrust up to meet every downward stroke, ramming himself in, thrusting harder and faster in to her willing body. He could feel the sensation building, feel himself gather and tighten, racing to the end.

She knew he was close, knew he would soon fill her and the very thought pulsed between her legs.
Crais felt her tighten around him and that sent him over the edge. As she cried her release Crais exploded inside her, filling her with his essence, thrusting until he was spent.

She collapsed in his arms, boneless with satiation, and he held her close while their hearts slowed. They didn't - couldn't - move for several microts, content to stay together as long as possible.

Eventually, Crais reached down to the floor and found the bedding which he placed over the two of them. He turned on to his side, holding her in his arms, staying connected. He kissed her, a gentle pressure of thanks. She hugged him tight and he could feel her lips smile on his chest.

Finally he spoke, saying something that Captain Biliar Crais, Peacekeeper would never have uttered,

"Please stay."