Hot Sommers Night ( A Bionic Woman 2009 FanFic)

TITLE: Hot Sommers Night

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Bionic Woman

SHIP: Jaime / Tom

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season One

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 1. What if Jaime decided to throw caution to the wind and really enjoy her last night in college with Tom?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bionic Woman. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. 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

A fateful accident and the attempts of her stubborn, now dead, fiancé Will to save her life, had changed it forever. Jaime Sommers the bartender and mother-to-be was no more. She now had Anthracites, molecular robots, coursing through her veins. The Burket Group had used them to replace both of her legs, right arm, ear and eye along with other technologies to give her super human strength, speed, sight and hearing. She was now a bionic woman who was a secret agent for a clandestine, covert organization that saved the world on a semi-regular basis while she also raised her younger sister on her own. To say her life was complicated was to put it mildly and here she was deciding to complicate it even further.

Jaime had been hesitant to see him again. The connection was too strong, too unlikely and way too complicated. She looked around the college dorm room she’d had for such a short time with a melancholy smile for “What might have been” experience she was leaving behind. She turned back to the mirror on top of the dresser. She fidgeted with her shoulder-length, dark hair, tucking it back behind her ears to frame her oval face. She looked at the quirk of her full lips and let the slender gull-wing of her eyebrow raise over one of her large blue eyes. Her skin was a little on the pale side, but other than that there was nothing long with her looks. Her looks had never been the problem.

Antonio was right. It was a bad idea, but she’d still gone to the apartment he had been using on campus. If she hadn’t run into him as she turned to leave when she’d finally decided to abandon the idea, she would have gotten away, free and clear, but she didn’t. The packing he had asked her to help him with, lasted for about five minutes and was quickly abandoned as the pretense it had been. They kicked off their shoes and just relaxed, sitting back against the half-filled boxes, close and intimate. And, as they sat, sipping their beers and talking instead she felt the comfortable ease that attracted her to him in the first place. He told her how he joined The Company without too much urging, but with not too many details and she found herself deflecting his questions about her connection to the Burket Group. He seemed to take her reluctance in stride and changed the topic. The longer they talked, the more certain she got that there was definitely something between them, so she wasn’t really surprised when Tom leaned closer, but stopped even as she leaned forward to accept the invitation of his kiss.

His breath tickled her lips as he asked her name and she gave it to him before he leaned forward and despite her eagerness she was still tentative as she accepted his kiss. His lips were warm and firm as they pressed and slid sensuously against hers. It felt good and she surrendered. She opened her mouth to return his kiss and let her tongue fence with his. His arm slid around her and he deepened the kiss, their tongues now wrestling in the arena of their joined mouths. A quiet sigh of enjoyment tickled her throat as he pulled her closer and her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples stiffening even further, tingling as they scraped against the cups of her brassier.

Jaime felt arousal flare in her loins and she felt herself flower open with her channel flexed and twisted to expel a slippery torrent of cream in an anticipated need for lubrication. Her skin felt hot and tingly, making her clothes feel itchy and uncomfortable. She suddenly realized she wasn’t going to be satisfied with just kissing. She broke the kiss and he backed off, hastily, holding up his hands. “You’re right, we need to cool it a little.” He misinterpreted her actions with a heavy exhalation and a nervous chuckle, his eyes flicking nervously away from hers. She worried at her swollen lower lip for a moment. “Your name is Tom, right?” she asked and he nodded and gave her his surname as well. She smiled.

“That’s sweet, but no, that’s not it. We do not need to cool it, in fact… Do you still have that pink champagne I asked for before?” she enquired as she reached for and stripped her t-shirt off over her head, making her decision. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked with a hint of nervous suspicion that amused her. “I’m just saying, that its college or at least the fantasy version there of, so we should just see where the night takes us.” She responded coyly. He kept eyeing her with suspicion, while his lips twitched with the need to smile. “You just took your shirt off, nice… bra, by the way.” He noted bringing his eyes back to her face. She smiled as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “So, maybe I’m steering the night in a certain direction.” She admitted, drawing his eyes back down to her cleavage by slowly running a finger from her chin, down her throat and chest to tap her fingernail just above it.

He swallowed again. “Jaime? Are you sure about this?” he asked, enduring him to her even more. “Sure is such an objective term. Don’t you think? Now about that champagne?” she dismissed his question. She watched as the heat replaced the uncertainty in his eyes and how it heated her skin as his gaze slid over her before he started to rise. “To hell with the champagne.” She decided and reached out to curl her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers. She let herself fall back, pulling him with her as they kissed. One of his hands wound into her wealth of long dark hair to massage her scalp as they sucked and nipped at each others lips. She groaned into his mouth as she guided his other hand to her breast, molding it around her bra-clad globe until he started to firmly squeeze and fondle it. She rolled her shoulder against the carpet to press herself into his grasp.

Jaime could feel the bulge of his manhood pressing against her hip and she wormed her free hand down between them to stroke it even as she ground herself against the denim that covered his thigh. His thumb found her nipple and she felt electric sparks arch into her chest from the stimulation. She dragged his t-shirt free of the waistband of his jeans and they untangled their lips and hands long enough for her to drag his t-shirt off before their lips locked once more. He worked his fingers under the cup of her bra to grasp the firm flesh of her breast directly. She was glad the clasp of her bra was in the front and relieved when it finally gave under the pressure and popped open. He shifted the cups away from her breasts and she pressing up even harder against him to allow herself to squirm herself free of the undergarment.

She moaned into his mouth as the warm of his hand seeped into the flesh of her breast and then again when his fingers found her nipple sending a fountain of sparks flashing into her chest as he rolled and tweaked the hard, sensitive nub. His lips left hers to slide down her throat, his tongue dipping and swirling into the hollow at the base of her throat for a moment before moving on. His hand continued to firmly caress her breast while his lips and tongue moved lower. She let her head loll to the side, a heavy breath shuddering out of her lungs while her fingers slid through his hair as his tongue snaked its way down the valley of her cleavage.

He explored the curves of her breasts, leaving a tingling trail behind his sucking lips and swirling tongue. Her spine curved and she undulated slowly against him when his tongue drew a decreasing spiral around her areola before his warm lips found her taut, sensitive nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. He nursed at first one and then the other of her turgid peaks, drawing little gasps from her as he moved from one to the other with teasing pauses in between. His hand slid lower, down onto her belly and then lower still to cup her crotch and his strong fingers started to massage her through the denim of her jeans and the lace of her panties. She wondered if he could feel the heat and moisture through the layers of material as her sex twisted and flexed against itself to flood her swelling, blossoming folds with creamy lubrication

It took an awful lot of concentration to fight through the wonderful sensations from his mouth and hand for her to reach for and undo his belt buckle and then his pants. She bit her lip as a thrilling shiver ran through her when his lips vibrated against the her skin and around the tingling peak of her nipple in response to her hand worming into his boxers and wrapping around his hot, hard shaft. Jaime managed to somehow shift the delight his exploration of her created somewhat to the background as she began an exploration of her own. They both groaned and his teeth nipped a bit harder as she measured and caressed his length and girth with squeezing, flexing fingers. She was not disappointed as her scrambled brain made some rough calculations based on what she was feeling.

She groaned for an entirely different reason when he took his hand off her crotch to catch her wrist as she tried to extricate him from his pants to confirm her conclusions. A whine of disapproval escaped her lips when he lifted his head as well. She watched him lick his lips and take a deep breath, which hitched as she twisted her grip and his hips bucked slightly. “Why are you stopping? Don’t you want to?” she asked with frustration and sudden worry coloring her tone. He exhaled heavily through his nose, his eyes narrowing as he tried to control himself. “I was just thinking. If we’re really gonna do this, and trust me, I really, really want to do this. We might be a little more comfortable on the bed.” He suggested, gesturing to the other room and the bed that could be seen through the open door. “Besides, I… I really think I wouldn’t mind actually sleep with you afterwards too. Is that weird?” He continued hesitantly, obviously not sure how his sentiment would be received.

He was just so adorable. He didn’t have to say that. There was no benefit for him in his admission; he knew he was getting some. She was quite ready to have him take her right there on the floor, carpet burns be damned, but Tom sounded way too reasonable and the bed did look comfortable. “This is not the time to be thinking or to be practical or reasonable, but I think I’d like that too.” She almost growled, her tone halfway between happy and frustrated as she released his throbbing manhood, feeling it pulse against her fingers as she gave it a firm squeeze. He groaned and then his lips were pressed to hers for another hard, hungry kiss. He broke the kiss and then in a rush almost sprang to his feet and offered her his hand. He pulled her up and into his arms and this time she was the one who initiated the kiss as she ground against him. She let him guide them as he two-stepped them backwards to his bedroom with one hand buried in her dark hair and the other firmly grabbing and fondling her ass.

He spun them as they neared the bed, his tongue dueling with hers while their lips slid sensuously together. She felt the bed press up against the back of her legs and simply let herself fall back as he continued to move forward. They tumbled, onto the bed bouncing and laughing until he captured her lips once more. They untangled themselves from each other only when they found they couldn’t keep kissing and get the last of their clothes off at the same time. He crawled off the bed to stand at its foot, his chest heaving as he breathed hard while looking down at her with undisguised lust. “Come here.” He demanded, grabbing her ankle to pull her closer to the edge of the bed and she let him. He leaned over and with deft, deliberate moves unbuckled her belt and all but tore the snaps apart to free her pants.

Jaime lifted her ass as his fingers worked their way under the waistband of her panties at her sides and then he yanked both them and her pants off her hips and down her thighs. The gusset of her panties clung damply, for a few moments, to her tingling, swollen folds before they came free as he stripped her of the last of her clothes. The air was deliciously cool against her hot skin, yet she closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh when he slid his hands up her legs from her ankles to the insides of her thighs, massaging her with heat and pressure that made her muscles quiver.

She licked her lips and lifted her head to look down her body as his hands edged slowly closer to her sex and then sucked in her breath as he gripped her thighs and simultaneously pulled her closer, climbed onto the bed and lowered his mouth to her sex. She let out a shuddering moan as he explored her with his mouth, his lips sucking at her swollen folds while his tongue snaked in amongst them to lap at the cream she felt expelled in waves as her stomach tensed and her sex clenched and flexed to rub against itself. She moaned and writhed, pressing against his mouth as her hands gripped at the bed. She felt her bionic hand rip into the covers and had to work hard as she forced it and her bionic leg now slung over his shoulder to relax.

Jaime really hoped Nathan wasn’t monitoring her implants and vitals. She took a deep breath and held it to steady herself, her eyes closing as electric waves of pleasure from his wonderful and, she had to admit, talented tongue finding and stimulating her clit. She bit her lip and with supreme effort collected her wits enough to manipulate the system and temporarily sever those links the way Sarah had shown her, just in case. And, then she surrendered, simply letting the pleasure wash through and over her to heat her skin and blood; to dance along her nerves, to make her pant and gasp in a series of mini-orgasms.

His fingers drew a skittering trail up her stomach and over her ribs to find one of her breasts. She clutched at his hand and molded it to her firm globe, encouraging him to be less than gentle as he fondled it. Sparks arched into her chest as her stiff nipple pressed back and was stimulated against and by the warm pressure of his palm. His name shuddered from her lips as she shook when her muscles rapidly tensed and relaxed and her spine arched off the bed and then relaxed back to it on the ebb and flow of pleasure. A small part of her shouted that however wonderful what he was doing was; there was more to be had. She let go of his hand and reached for his head. She managed to stall her bionic hand, not sure she could control her strength and used her other hand to wind her fingers into his hair and pull his head up and his lips away from her sex. He licked his lips with obvious relish, his cheeks and chin shiny and glistening with her juices. “Come here.” She urged and he crawled up on top of her and between her legs.

He hovered over her, his arms supporting his weight to either side of her shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly when she tasted herself on his lips when he swooped down to kiss her, but that didn’t stop her from letting her tongue tangle with his. She felt him thrust, the tip of his shaft sliding through her folds, not quite finding her entrance on his first try or the second. She wormed her hand down between them and grasping him, gave him some guidance. She sucked in a sharp breath and he let out a throaty growl as pulled his lips from hers while her head pressed back into the pillow when he found the mark and started to slide into her. Jaime’s hips rose of their own accord to meet his as she exhaled with a soft moan of delight as he stretched her slippery, yet resistant flesh, filling her inch by delicious inch.

He dropped more of his weight onto her, flattening her breasts and pressing her stiff, tingling nipples into his hard chest as he nuzzled warm and wetly at her neck once they became one. She could feel the beat of his heart make his manhood pulse against the tight confines of her sex as it flexed to adjust to his masculine invasion. His lips vibrated against the skin of her neck as he murmured her name as she slowly undulated under him to facilitate that adjustment. The very act of breathing pressed their bodies closer together, shifting them in indefinable ways, creating friction inside and out to send little jolts of pleasure cascading through them both. He nibbled at the line of her jaw and then found her lips for a wet, sucking, probing kiss, which she returned with fierce, hungry passion. There was a very good chance that this was a mistake, but it was the best mistake she’d ever made and she was going to enjoy the hell out of it.

She clutched at his broad shoulders with one hand while keeping the other, her bionic one, firmly grasping a handful of covers, feeling a shiver run through her as his hips drew back and his thick, long shaft retreated the way it had come. She felt a strange moment of emptiness and then blissful joy as he thrust and filled her once more. They moved together, experimenting a little until they found a steady, smooth rhythm for their rocking, rolling, circling, thrusting, bucking, grinding, writhing horizontal tango. His lips found hers for short intense kisses, but for the most part they used their mouths to explore whatever skin they could, sucking, licking and even biting.

Each collision of his body with hers carried with its shockwave a delectable surge of pleasure as he traversed her channel to pierce her core. She tried to bite back her growing vocal responses, trying to keep them to mewls and moans and for some misguided modicum of discretion, but it had been so long and it felt so good that she soon gave up. The pleasure and her abandoned enjoyment there of, had her mixing soft cries and other animal noises with the melody of his gusting breaths and grunts that added to the rhythmic base of his flesh meeting hers. He was wonderful and Jaime could feel the sweet tension of her climax building in her loins, but she wanted more, to have a more active role, to give as good as she got. So, she bucked and twisted her hips at the same time the next time they met, shifting her weight and his causing them to roll and reverse their positions.

They both laughed breathlessly as they had to untangle their legs before she could rise onto her knees to comfortably straddle him. His laugh became a groan of delight as she tightened herself around him and slowly rolled her hips to stir her roiling, molten core with the throbbing steel of his shaft as she expelled another wave of hot, slippery sex grease. He slid his hands up her thighs, his fingers leaving tingling trails on her skin and grasped and massaged her hips while lending her support as she slowly lifted herself up before dropping down. She let her head loll back as she resumed the steady rhythm and pace he had set, finding the right range of motion to ride most of his thick length. Her muscles flexed and rippled with delicious heat and exertion while his hands roamed over her as she rode him.

“Goddamn! You are… so beautiful… and sexy.” He complimented in a strained voice as he bucked up to meet her and they ground together. She bit her lip as a series of lightening sparks arched from their writhing contact and his awed, sincere tone to make her muscles twitch, inside and out. She leaned forward as he sunk back onto the bed and ran her tongue up along his throat, tasting salt and then found his lips. She kissed him hard and deep while his hands slid up her back to let his fingers wind into her hair. Her nipples flared with heat and fireworks as they scraped back and forth along his hard, heaving chest as she rocked back onto him. His hands slid free of her hair and onto her back where he wrapped his arms around her and with a burst of strength re-enacted her earlier maneuver to once again end up on top.

They strained together, each thrust from him and buck from her twisted it tighter and pushed it closer to the point of no return. She yearned for that release, but at the same time didn’t want the wonderful build-up to ever end. Tom wormed his hand down to cup an ass cheek. He squeezed her ass and lifted her thigh higher up along his side as well as shifting slightly to change his angle of penetration and then she didn’t care who might hear or much of anything. “Yesss!!” she stridently cried out her encouragement as he hit that special spot inside her, that spot she’d discovered as a curious teen and the same spot, Will, like Tom, had found the first time they’d become lovers.

Jaime’s spine curved and she pressed up against him, trembling, hovering on the cusp of climax. She remained poised in that sweet moment of calm until his hips shifted again and then her world shattered. Her orgasm tore through her like a wildfire tornado, flaying her nerves and setting her lungs ablaze while her heart hammered against her ribs and the wonderful hard restrain of his chest above her. She sucked in a shuddering breath and exhaled an equally stuttering whimper as the intense blasts of bliss played havoc with her senses and her body, making her muscles misfire and spots dance in front of her wide-open eyes. Her sex clenched around him and she vaguely heard him grunt as her channel pulsed and twisted to test the adamantine resistance of his manhood. She felt material shred under the fingers of her bionic hand as it clenched into a tight fist

She gasped as he swelled against her rippling grip which set off another wave of orgasmic energy as his lips vibrated against the skin at the side of her neck as he used it to muffle his own cry of release. Heavy spurts of liquid heat joined her own as his essence mixed with hers, his hips humping and grinding him against her buzzing clit to power and sustain the pulsing waves of her climax. Pleasure and pain mixed in to form a delicious ambrosia, as she remained tensed for longer than she relaxed. Sweat formed little rivulets that trickled away to tickle her skin where it wasn’t plastered to his and she felt a blissful sense of floating, light-headedness as she panted to catch her breath. The energy storm of her climax finally drained its charge and with a heavy sigh her eyes fluttered closed and she went limp, her back dropping onto the bed once more.

Jaime squirmed lazily under his weight, just testing to see if everything still worked more than out of any kind of discomfort. Discomfort was the furthest thing from what she felt. She was completely relaxed, yet at the same time completely energized. Tom misinterpreted her slow wriggle and started to rise, but she curled an arm and twined one of her legs with his to hold him in place. She wanted him right where he was, to luxuriate in his eat and his slow retreat as nature took its course, to be surrounded by his masculine scent and feel his heartbeat slow with hers. She smiled as she felt him relax again and lightly kiss her neck with a soft murmur of her name. She stroked his sweat-damp hair in response as they basked in the afterglow.

They both groaned as he shrank free of her and she released him so that he could shift off her to lie on his back beside her. “Wow!” he breathed out enthusiastically. “That was…” he continued making a weak swirling gesture with his hand to encompass them both and to indicate he couldn’t quite find the words. “It was… Wasn’t it.” She replied knowing precisely what he meant, both of then turning their heads to grin at each other. “Oh yes it was. Now, come here” He confirmed and instructed with a boyish wink. She chuckled and then they were working their way under the covers where she pressed herself against his side and rested her head on his shoulder. She sighed as she found herself comfortable and content.

“And, why such a world weary sigh?” he wondered and she shrugged. “In my life, good things generally have serious consequences.” She tried to explain, choosing her words carefully as she felt her doubts return even as she felt sated sleep beckoning. “So, this was good?” he asked, his tone sincere and adorably vulnerable and clearly meaning more than just the sex. She turned her head to press her lips to his skin for a moment. “Yes, it was good, all of it. Maybe not smart, but still definitely good.” She stated and she felt his arm tighten around her. “We are, for lack of a better term, spies and tomorrow we have to go back to our, and again for want of a better word, real lives. We could be at opposite ends of the world before the sun sets again.” She tried to articulate her misgivings. “That’s why god gave us mobile phones.” He quipped, trying to counter the darkening mood. “Could we just do what we just did over the phone?” she enquired with a snort. “We could try.” He challenged and she chuckled despite herself.

“I know its complicated, Jaime, but no matter what happens and I really want things to happen with us, do you think we could just let tomorrow be tomorrow and tonight be what it is?” he proposed. She tilted her head up to look into his face, but found his lips instead. He kissed her slow and soft and when their lips moved apart her sigh was one of contentment. ”Fine, if nothing else, we had one hot night.” She capitulated and his chuckle vibrated him against her cheek. “Something like that.” He vaguely agreed and then she felt him stretch and then the room was thrown into darkness as he switched off the lights. She felt his lips press to the top of her head as she snuggled against him and then she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

THE END