From: Andreshan@aol.com
Subject: FIC: Asylum Cycle PT. III -- Aftermath

Boy... see what codiene does to me? *giggles* Well, one snippet turned into
two, which has now turned into three... a whole cycle!

Hope you enjoy,
Andre

Aftermath

This has gotta be a dream. Or I’m delirious from that stinky stuff Fraser --
*Ben*, smeared all over my head. ‘Cause this can’t be happenin’. But he feels
too *real* wrapped in my arms for this to be another o’ my usual fantasies.

My God, I can’t believe I just did that. I mean, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout
doin’ that for a long time, but I never did *that* before. I just went with
my gut, like I do every other time. Can’t believe he was watching’ me, but
I’m glad he did, ‘cause here he is, in my arms, and I can still *taste* him.
Never thought anythin’ could be *that* sexy.

Finally, I sneak a peak at his face, and I’m blown away. Never seen Ben like
this before. Relaxed. Happy. Primal. My arms tighten around him. He’s so
solid, massive. It turns my crank in so many ways. My fingers are itchin’ so
I let ‘em lose, and they wind their way into his sweat-damped hair. It’s so
damn soft it sends shivers up my spine.

I can feel those smoky eyes on me, and I look up. Our eyes meet, and I swear
the whole world just falls away. Suddenly, I can’t even remember why I’m
here. Can’t remember about Volpe, or Cahill, or that I might even be goin’ to
jail, come the mornin’. All that matters now is *this*. Bein’ here with Ben.
Touchin’ Ben. If the world ended now, I could say I had really *lived*,
‘cause I’ve never felt so complete in my miserable life before.

"I love you, Ray."

My breath catches, then stops. This is more than anythin’ I ever dreamed. His
expression is so damn open and soft, and every one ‘o those words is echoed
in the depths ‘o those smoky blue-gray eyes. I know he means it.

I pull him closer, try and engulf him in my arms, then whisper against the
back of his neck, "God, Ben, love you too... so much." And it’s such a relief
to finally *say* those words, to let ‘em out, instead ‘o keepin’ them bottled
up inside ‘o me. I’m still watchin’ him, then he shifts in my arms, and his
face nears mine, and I know, God I *know*, he’s gonna kiss me.

I can’t help moanin’. His lips are so warm and alive. They cover mine almost
greedily, and without preamble, his tongue slips into my mouth, sendin'
tinglin’ fireworks all the way down to my toes. All I can do is wrap myself
around him, and respond. He’s makin’ small noises in the back ‘o his throat,
as his tongue explores about every millimeter o’ my mouth. Then I get it, and
I shudder. He’s tastin’ *himself*. God, nothin’ in this world could be more
erotic. This damn *sexy*.

He stretches out on his back, then pulls me down with him, on top ‘o him. He
must be part octopus or somethin’, ‘cause I swear his hands are everywhere at
once. They work their way under the flannel shirt, and they are so big, and
warm. Settin’ off little trails ‘o flame everywhere he touches my skin. And I
just *wanna* burn.

I’m diggin’ my own hands up inside ‘o his Henley, feelin’ the silky smooth
skin ‘o his chest. How is it I *knew* his skin would be this soft? It’s
like... I dunno... Like I always knew this would be *perfect* and right. I
whimper as his hands go inside ‘o my jeans, warm palms cuppin’ my ass, and
kneadin’. He’s pullin’ me closer on top ‘o him, and I can feel him, hard
again, against me.

We’re both moanin’ now, rockin’ against each other like nothin’ else in the
world matters. I feel like I’m sixteen again, ‘cause I’m so hard again I’m
achin’. His cock is just as hard and demandin’, shiftin’ and rubbin’ against
mine. Seems like it goes on forever. We keep kissin’ then pullin’ away to
look at each other, lost to anythin’ but each other. So good... so damn
*good*.

I stare down into those gorgeous eyes, and we both start to lose it. We start
rockin’ and movin’ desperately, and I can tell he is just as close as I am.
He starts shakin’ then I feel warm wetness across my belly, and I follow with
a scream, pulsing right along with him.

Perfect. Absolute perfection.

His arms tighten around me again, and I lay my head down on his chest,
listenin’ to his heart racin’. Racin’ just as fast and furious as mine is. I
never wanna move again.

Ben growls, almost angrily, and I come back to the present. Someone is
poundin’ on the Consulate door. Duty bellows. I’ve never seen such a look ‘o
regret on Ben’s face as when he rolls me off ‘o him, and rearranges himself,
makin’ himself presentable. I press one last kiss into his cheek and murmur
those three little words as he gets up to answer the door.

I can hear Welsh now, out in the other room talkin’ to him, and can hear
Fraser askin’ me if I wanna join them. I wonder if Welsh can *tell*? Can see
just by lookin’ at us what we been doin’ and how much we love each other?

I get up after a minute, and steady myself, then pull my clothes back around
me, and wander out into the hall in a daze.

And life is perfect.

-Fin-