Wake-up Call - A "Life" FIc

TITLE: Wake-up Call

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Life

SHIP: Charlie / Rachel

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two

SYNOPSIS: Charlie gets a less-than-rude awakening from an unexpected source.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Life. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them, holds license to them and have brought them to life. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Charlie shifted in his sleep, groaning, a smile twitching his lips. He was having a good dream. It didn't have any images, just sensations, good sensations that kept him floating comfortably in the haze between deep sleep and waking. Soft smoothness sliding against his skin, leaving tingling trails of heat; warm, firm pressure around his stiffening cock and then slowly, smoothly sliding along his length, again and again, until he was aroused and hard. The pressure increases until he is throbbing against it and his skin buzzes with the pleasure of the friction of its movement. Then more heat on his tip that becomes liquid and a ring a pressure moves down his shaft accompanied by a light wet, swirling, sliding touch.

Liquid heat surrounds more of his shaft and his hips undulate at the sensation. It's too good, too real, too familiar. His eyes snap open and he half sat up. The sensations don't disappear, if anything they become stronger. He blinks, trying to get the sleep from his eyes and focus in the dim early morning light. "Rachel?" he gasps in shocked surprise when the blurry shape between his legs resolves into her dark head bobbing slowly up and down at his crotch, her pale fist skimming the lower third of his manhood. He wants to tell her to stop, but all that escaped his lips is a heavy groan as she sucked hard and the pleasure made his butt clench and his balls twitch. "Rachel, stop... What are you doing?" he finally managed as his confusion and the impropriety of the situation final cut its way through the pleasure.

She lifted her head; keeping her lips sealed around his shaft dragging them off him with a soft, wet pop. "I thought that was fairly obvious, I was sucking your dick. Nice dick by the way." She informed him, her voice ridiculously calm and matter-of-fact as she swept her hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her fist continued to knead his shaft in its tight grip as she spoke. He gave her a perplexed look and gritted his teeth as he fought to keep his hips still and another groan from escaping his lips. "Please... Stop." He requested as she started to slide her hand up his length, her hand sliding easily on the saliva she had coated him with. "You don't like it?" she asked, titling her head slightly to the side, her startlingly large, clear grey eyes flashing him a challenge. "No... It's good, great, but just a little distracting and inappropriate." He replied honestly. Her lips quirked in amusement and her hand stilled, but she didn't relinquish her grip. "Why are you doing this, Rachel?" He asked after taking a deep, steadying breath.

"I'd like to have sex and it's better if you're erect. This was the best way to get you hard, so..." She informed him and he felt his jaw drop. "I... I... I don't think that's going to happen." He stammered. Little details he had been consciously ignoring made themselves known. Rachel was naked, straddling his legs, her nubile body revealed to him. She usually kept her form well hidden under baggy tops and pants and he was surprised to find her lithe, shapely, a collection of lush curves and toned pale slopes that spoke of youthful feminine perfection. He can jus barely see the scar of the gunshot she had received the first time he had met her. Her breasts were high, rounded oval globes of ivory smoothness, tipped by the little, dark brown pebbles of her nipples. His dick twitched in her hand as if to question his own words. "Why would you want to do this, Rachel?" He asked and watched as she shifted slightly, her white teeth flashing as they worried at her full lower lip for just a moment.

"I want to feel good, Charlie, and sex makes me feel good. You want me to feel good don't you?" she replied and he could hear the need in her voice. "Of course I want you to feel good, but we can't. It wouldn't be right. I'm... I'm your guardian. I'm supposed to be looking out for you. It wouldn't be right." He tried to reason with her, her slowly flexing hand on his shaft forcing him to concentrate hard as he chose his words. "Says who?" she challenged. "You wouldn't be taking advantage of me. I want this. You wouldn't be hurting me, not any more than if I went out and found a stranger to do this with, you are... quite big. I'm not a virgin if that is what might be bothering you. It's legal. I'm over eighteen and we aren't related by blood. I am not asking for anything more than right here and right now. What's so wrong with that?" she argued.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Charlie?" he asked himself. "Why are you listening to her and not just taking her back to her room. She's two-thirds your size. The solution is that simple. So why?" he continued to grill himself. "It just... just would be." He replied rather lamely. "That's not an answer I'm prepared to accept, Charlie." She informed him and then she was moving up and forward and he felt the head of his dick sliding through her silky folds, which were warm and slippery with moisture. "Rachel!" he called her name implored her to stop, yet his hands made no move to force her to do so. Instead he gathered two fistfuls of his sheets in a white knuckled grip as she lowered herself onto him with a soft, feminine groan followed by a gasp as he pressed into her tight, resisting flesh.

He sat up further, his spine twitching as she impaled herself on his manhood. He felt her stretch slowly, grudgingly as he filled her, her hot, wet flesh clutched at him, slowing her descent, battling his invasion with heated pressure, but losing by slow degrees. He watched her clear grey eyes widen and become unfocused as she looked inwards, he imagined cataloguing the sensation of him penetrating her. He could still stop this, should stop this, but the velvet grip of her snatch surrounding him with sliding friction was heaven and the awed look that spread across her face was totally bewitching. He would burn in hell for this, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

She blinked slowly as she settled onto his lap, his cock buried to the balls in her molten, twitching core. His shaft tingled in her sweet embrace, throbbing against the smooth, slippery grip of her nubile snatch. He let go of the sheets and ran his hands up her thighs, testing the supple flesh under her smooth, ivory skin. His hands slid over her slowly rocking hips and he grasped her waist. He tightened his grip, sitting up and pulling toward him in one swift motion. She let out a sharp gasp at his sudden powerful participation, her hands clutching at his shoulders as they ended up face to face. "Is this what you want, Rachel." He asked, his eyes searching her, hoping to find the slightest of doubt that might just give him the moral strength and fortitude of will to stop this before it went further, but there was none. "Yes!" she answered with strident certainty and then wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was sweet and he tasted cherries on her lips as he sucked and nipped at them and, she at his. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue tentatively dueled with his before allowing it entrance to wrestle in the arena of their linked mouths.

She started to roll, rock and circle her hips, groaning into his mouth as she ground against him. She broke their kiss, breathing heavily. "Do you think I'm pretty, Charlie?" she asked suddenly as she continued to pleasure herself on his erection with slight shifting movements. "Yes, beautiful actually" He answered simply, reassuring her and she licked her lips and smiled. He saw just a glimpse of the girl behind the blossoming young woman and felt a qualm of guilt, but it faded as she leaned back, arching around his grip at her waist, her hands resting on the tops of his thighs and with his guidance she began to slowly rise and fall along the length of his penis, riding him. He matched her, letting her dictate the rhythm and pace. Her fingers kneaded his thighs, her nails occasionally digging into his skin as she shifted, experimenting and exploring with different speeds, angles and strengths. She made little moans, mewls and murmurs of enjoyment, which mixed with his lower groans and grunts as she rode his length with delicious friction.

He let one hand slide up over her slightly quivering torso over the defined ridges and valleys of her ribcage and onto her jiggling breast. His hand seemed far more tanned than it was compared to her pale flawless skin as he cupped her firm, pliable globe, hefting its weight before finding the hard nub that topped it. She pressed against his palm as he rolled, flicked and tweaked the resilient pebble. "Hmmmmmm. That feels good." She breathed and he had to agree. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her chest, just above the shadowed valley of her cleavage. He could smell a subtle flowery hint of lavender on her skin and then he drew his lips lower to capture her other nipple. He suckled lightly at it, testing it with his teeth and then bathing it with his tongue.

He felt her shudder under his lips and start to move faster on his shaft, his hips speeding up to keep pace. The velvet caress of her sex around him was slowly and inexorably driving him toward release as pleasure pooled heavy and warm at the base of his spine and his balls tightening in anticipation of releasing his seed into her. An un-thought of consequence hit him in the gut like a physical blow and he lifted his lips from her breast, panting. Abandoning her breasts entire and drawing a sound of disappointment and dissatisfaction from her, which was more strenuously repeated when he grasped her hips and by force of strength stopped her from moving. It took him a moment to find his voice as her sex continued to clench around him and he throbbed against its flexing embrace. "Rachel... We need to stop." She lifted her head, facing him again, frowning. "N... No. Don't stop." She pleaded a frustrated whine creeping into her voice as she tried to move, but couldn't. "I'm not wearing a condom. I could get you pregnant." He explained, gritting his teeth to maintain his composure as her struggles shifted her delicious grip on him.

Her laughter was a sudden shock as it pierced the still air around them, as was the sound kiss she planted on his lips. She rested her arms over his shoulders, her fingers trailing across the expanse of his shoulders and she shifted around him as best she could with his hands restraining her hips. "You're a good man, Charlie Crews." She complimented him and then groaned as she tried to move and he still wouldn't let her. "I'm on the pill, have been since I was sixteen. I got a six months supply before I left the hospital." She informed him and he relaxed his hold and allowed her to move once more as he marveled at the assuredness of the young woman he had brought into his life and home. "Better." she sighed, letting her eyes flutter closed for a moment and then flashed her beautiful clear grey eyes at him along with a bright smile.

She stayed close to him, her taut belly and breasts sliding along his stomach and chest as she rose and fell on his shaft. "You're an amazing young woman, Rachel." He admitted, complimenting her. He found he loved the way her smile lit up her face and her eyes when she allowed it to, something she hadn't done until now. Inappropriately it made her seem younger than she was and paradoxically showed a glimpse of the woman she could become at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her and then rolled them, first onto their sides and then onto her back with him on top of her, most of his weight resting on his forearms. "Is this okay?" he asked as he looked down at her. "Yes, Charlie. Just, don't stop again, Okay? It feels so... good and I'm... so... close. Please don't stop." She answered quietly, her tone a sultry, honeyed invitation and he started to move inside her, slowly increasing the length of his strokes until he was driving his entire length in and out of her and her hips were rising and falling to meet him. They undulated, writhed and ground together, each straining with and against the other in the pursuit of pleasure and the inevitable release of climax.

He lowered his lips to her shoulder, nipping and sucking at her soft, smooth skin and felt her do the same at the side of his neck and over his pulse point. Her nails drew skittering patterns down his back, her breath hot puffs against his neck as she made soft little cries of delight each time he slid into her and their bodies met with a wet slap. The hard, hot points of her nipples scraped back and forth along his chest as it flattened the warm pillows of her breasts. His groans matched her cries in rhythm as he received the same pleasure from her tight channel. He could feel his endurance nearing its end, but he held on wanting, needing to give her what she had come looking for in his bed. He felt shudder, start to tremble under him, as the grip of her channel around him tightened, squeezing him, increasing the friction as he drove into her. She gasped and the timbre of her cry changed becoming loud and long, her mouth and eyes open wide. He felt her back arch, pressing her head into the pillow and her quivering belly up, hard, against his. Her sex clenched around him in quick, hard pulses and he hissed as her nails dug into the globes of his ass cheeks as she shook with the intensity of her climax.

Her rippling sex milked his length and the knowledge that she had reached completion, freed him to do the same. He ground into her, thrusting, short and sharp into the tightly clench, velvet gloved fist of her orgasmic core before he swell against her grasping flesh and added the liquid heat of his seed to her flood of molten sex grease. His butt clenched and pleasurable energy snaked up his spine, bowing it. He threw his head back and soundlessly cried his release to the ceiling, as his dick pulsed, contracting and expanding with heavy surges of pleasure and his essence.

They remained locked like that, tense and each in their own world of orgasmic pleasure for untold moments. When he finally relaxed, he had to scramble to catch himself, as suddenly drained, he collapse onto her and he didn't quite manage to catch himself. He started to raise his weight off her and her arms tightened around him. "Not just yet." She requested in a whisper, her fingers running through his hair where his head rested next to hers. "Okay." he whispered back, relaxing and planting a kiss on the shell of her ear. He felt himself shrink and slip out of her, followed by a flood of their combined juices and a groan from her. She didn't stop him when he rolled off her, and he pulled her with him, shifting her out of the wet spot and halfway onto him. Her body pressed warmly against his side, as she snuggled into the crook of his arm her hand resting on his chest, just over his heart. The soft, damp curls of her pubic hair tickled the outside of his thigh as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Her fingers began to lightly tap the rhythm of his beating heart on the slowly rising and falling skin on his chest. "Mind if I stay? I'll understand if you want me to go." She asked softly. "No, you don't have to go anywhere, Rachel." He told her, brushing her dark hair out of her face and craning his head down to press a light kiss on her forehead. He could see her eyelids droop even as a soft, gentle smile bowed her lips. "You sleep. We'll talk more in the morning, Okay?" he suggested, lightly stroking her shoulder and arm. "Okay." She murmured drowsily and after a few minutes he felt her breathing grow slow and shallow and her body becoming relaxed and limp against his.

He pondered the beautiful girl / woman asleep in his arms, trying to reconcile his image of her and what she had just shown him of herself and his intentions in finding and caring for her versus what they had just done. Neither matched up, yet neither felt completely wrong. He let a long breath rush from his nose emptying his lungs and letting them start to burn with the need to reverse the flow, and then he did, drawing in a deep cleansing breath. He had given her what she wanted and as far as he could see no one had been harmed.

The propriety, of what they had done would be frowned upon by someone viewing it from the outside, but no one need ever know unless Rachel somehow felt slighted and needed to tell someone about them. And, if that was the case, he would take whatever consequences arose, but he doubted she would have any regrets or ill effects. The only thing that still kept him awake was how what they had done would affect their relationship from that point on. His concern faded slowly as he realized there was nothing he could do until they talked in the morning and after arranging the covers over them, he let the lethargy of exertion carry him off to sleep.

THE END