Command Performance

(A Jackfic from Sam to Nik, by request!)

 

      Jack McCoy watched his lover sleep, a pleasant hazy half-wakefulness upon him.  He was propped on one arm on his side, one hand resting lightly on Claire Kincaid's hip.  Claire slept facing away from Jack, burrowed deep in McCoy's fluffy down comforter and featherbed.  The peaceful, content look on Claire's face pleased Jack immensely and brought a smile to his face.

      Moving closer, not wanting to wake Claire, Jack ran his hand very lightly, teasingly down her leg, half-exposed through the tangle of covers and pillows.  Claire smiled in her sleep and shifted, half on her side, half on her back.

      Jack smiled again and continued running his hand along Claire's smooth leg.  In her sleep, Claire smiled again and a soft sigh escaped her.  She was dreaming of Jack, and their last night's bout of exhausting lovemaking.

      "Mmm.. Jack, oh," Claire mumbled in her sleep.  Jack, surprised, stopped the motion of his hand.  At that, Claire rolled over to face Jack, still asleep.  She lazily stretched a leg over Jack.

      Oh, let's see if I can get into her dreams, Jack thought, and ran his hand up Claire's leg and lightly along her side.  Claire shivered and, to Jack's surprise, moved her hips in small staccato motions toward him.  Bemused and intrigued, Jack ran his hand lightly over Claire's exposed nipple, fingertips grazing over the hardening tips.  Jack felt a familiar heat stir in his groin as he made Claire squirm in pleasure.

      Unwilling to wake her and disturb her dreaming pleasure, Jack reached down between them, one hand still teasing Claire's nipple and wandering up to her neck.  Beneath the blankets, Jack took hold of his half-erect member and slowly began to stroke as he sent shivers of pleasure through Claire.

      Claire was responding more to Jack's tender handling; moving closer to him, Claire moaned, her hips bucking of their own volition.  Jack felt a rush of love and passion and a small gasp whispered through his teeth.  He teased himself, massaging his heavy testicles before returning to the shaft.  His hand on Claire slipped behind her and he gently stroked her rear, searching downward.  Moving his hand over her leg, Jack very gently ran a finger along her warm folds, eliciting gasps from Claire and feeling her push against the finger tantalizing her.

      "Oh god, Jack-- oh yes..." Claire moaned, her head back.  The words drove Jack, one hand pumping steadily on his own organ, the other pushing at Claire, fingers searching the dark warmth inside.  Jack felt an incredible rush of heat in him and knew he was going to come.  Asleep or not, he wanted Claire to come with him.  Slipping two fingers into her, Jack increased his speed with both hands.   He watched through lust-dimmed eyes as Claire bucked against him.

      Vaguely aware of being in bed, Jack released himself long enough to throw the covers off both of them, then resumed stroking, his breath coming in gasps.

      "Jesus Christ," he hissed, seconds away from coming.  Knowing he was about to bring them both off excited him as few things had.  He felt the tremor he knew signaled Claire's orgasm beginning and with a soft cry he jerked once more at his engorged member and exploded, trying to cover himself and prevent the warm thickness spattering on Claire.  At that moment Claire let out a cry and her eyes flew open, trained on Jack as she came, hot liquid seeping onto Jack's still moving hand.

      Seeing Claire awake, Jack moved forward and kissed her neck hungrily, both hands still occupied.  He felt the small convulsions which tightened around his fingers slow and lessen as Claire wrapped her arms around Jack and pulled him close, trapping his thrusting fingers inside her.

      "Oh god, oh," Claire moaned softly into Jack's chest as she felt the final

spasms of her orgasm flash through her. She had woken from an incredible dream

to find it was reality-- Jack really WAS here in bed, fingers inside her,

taking her into orbit with his skilled touch.

      Jack held Claire tightly, fingers still moving slowly, teasing, exploring. His

own excitement was growing again, but his pleasure at Claire's passion made

him want to work harder for her, not himself... to that end, he began rubbing

Claire's hardened clit with his thumb, and was rewarded by Claire bringing her

legs around his waist.

      "Jesus, Jack..." Claire sobbed in pleasure, unable to string together a

complete sentence, her heart racing, breath hissing out of her in gasps. Jack

felt his member leap as the electric thrill of pleasuring Claire ran through

him.

      "Claire-- god, Claire-- come on, you can-- Jesus, Claire. Come with me again,"

Jack heard himself say, amazed. He couldn't be that excited again-- could he?

As if in answer, his manhood grew fully hard again, almost painfully so. He felt it reaching toward his fingers imbedded in Claire and in a flash, had rolled Claire over on her back and entered her. "Oh Jack, you feel so good-- oh, please, faster," Claire moaned, almost unable to control her voice. The sound pushed Jack right over the edge and he drew Claire's legs up toward her

shoulders and began to drive in and out of her frantically, the sound of his testicles slapping against Claire's rear lost in their mutual groans.

      "God!" Jack half-screamed, pushing forward once more, hard, into Claire. He felt the fantastic, body-numbing wave of pleasure sweep over him and he came with a cry, pulling Claire around on top of him to delve even deeper into her. Claire came at the same time, the rock hardness of Jack pulsating within her, tearing her own orgasm out of her as her lover gasped his pleasure out beneath her.

      In time, the pulsating madness left both of them, exhausted and happy in bed. Claire rested her full length over Jack, who still remained imbedded within her. She felt a blissful, supremely content love for Jack as she breathed shallowly, recovering. In a minute, Jack rested his hands on her back, massaging gently. She propped her head on her hands and looked at him with a

smile.

      "Good morning, lover."

      Jack's own smile was huge. "Back at you. Have a good dream?"

      Claire's laugh, as usual, delighted him. "Shut up. God, Jack. That's the first time anyone's ever woken me like that. Oh man... it felt-- Jack, it felt SO good. What came over you today?"

      Jack smiled again, brushing her hair back. "I was watching you sleep. You just

looked so beautiful, so peaceful. I was just stroking your leg, and-- well, you began moving in your sleep and moaning."

      Claire seemed intrigued. "Really-- and what, exactly, made you so hot, Jack? You were more excited than I'd seen in a long time. What did you-- Jack. You did it yourself? Why didn't you tell me all this time I could've been saving my arm strength for other things!" Claire was teasing, but she was also interested-- what exactly HAD Jack done to become so excited?

      Jack seemed sheepish. "Well-- I didn't want to wake you. I wanted to get in

your dreams without waking you up, so I-- I used an old habit to good purpose. I guess it's like riding a bike. You never forget," he said with a shy smile.

      Claire found the admission of masturbation enormously exciting, and Jack's funny discomfort endearing. She reached up and traced his lips with her finger. "So it's not just ME you're good with your hands on," she said with a wicked grin.

      "Shut up," he said with great humor, nipping at her caressing finger.

      "Mmm hmm.  Jack.  What do you-- what do you think about, babe, when I'm not here?  When you-- well, when you masturbate?"

      Jack lifted his eyebrows.  "I haven't had to do that in a long time, Claire.  Why should I need to?  I--"

      "You did right now," Claire said, smiling and gently rubbing circles with one finger on Jack's sweat-covered chest.

      "Touche.  All right-- but look, can't we get cleaned up first?  I'm all sweaty."

      "You are?"  Claire asked with amusement, rising and leading Jack into his shower.  The water blasted both of them clean, Jack enjoying his usual job of washing Claire's hair as she soaped his body.

      "Hmmm.  Drop the soap, babe," McCoy said with a smirk.  Claire slapped his chest.

      "Hush."

      For a few moments they were silent as Claire turned her back to Jack for him to wash.  She hummed contentedly under his fingers, running conditioner through her hair.

      "Jack?"

      "Yeah?"

      "So what do you think about?"

      Jack stood and sighed.  "Come on, Claire.  Give me a break."

      "No, lover.  I want to know.  I want to know if-- if it's me you think about when you're doing it," she said, turning to face him, water streaming down her back as she wrapped her arms around him and looked up.  Jack leaned forward enough to rinse the conditioner out of Claire's dark hair, running his hands down her back to rest on her lower spine.

      He kissed her nose.  "Of course it's you, baby.  Who else?"  Claire smiled up at him and turned to wash her face.

      "Good," she said.  There were several more moments of silence, and then Jack felt a hand stroking his thigh as he washed his own hair,  his eyes closed against the shampoo suds.

      "Claire..." Jack said throatily.

      "Jack, I want to see you do it," Claire said softly, gently.  Jack shook his head, rinsing the shampoo away, not sure he'd heard her.

      "What, babe?" he asked, her fingers tickling along his inner thigh now, tortuously slow.

      "Make yourself get off.  Please, Jack.  It's a fantasy of mine," Claire confessed, feeling herself grow immensely excited just by saying the words, even if she really did fantasize about it.

      Jack looked down at her, a small measure of surprise in her eyes.  "Really?  I-- Claire, I don't know if I could-- if you were watching me, I don't think--"

      "Baby, please.  I-- make you a deal, Jack.  Tell me your fantasy.  We can trade."

      Jack felt his throat tighten.  How was he to know some of their fantasies were the same? He felt his rod jump as he confessed, "I'd like to see you make yourself come.  I don't know, Claire-- maybe it's a sign we should be together.  We want the same thing."

      "All right."

      "What?"  Jack felt himself freeze.

      "I'll do it.  But you have to.  And you have to do it first,"  Claire said, fingering Jack's growing member.  McCoy felt his throat constrict even more as his lover handled him with finesse, teasing the opening gently.  Her eyes spoke fire, and Jack felt the heat rising from Claire's body.  He reached past her and turned off the water.  Droplets pattered on the tub in the silence before Jack nodded.

      "I'll do it," he said, voice strangled.  Claire smiled beatifically at him.

      "I love you, baby," she said, Kissing his chest and hugging him.  Jack returned the hug, then led Claire from the tub and wrapped her in his robe, choosing a towel to wrap around his waist.

      "Where...?" Jack asked as they walked back into the bedroom.  Claire shrugged. 

      "Perhaps somewhere easier to clean up?" she said with a smile that gave Jack shivers.  He gestured to the living room.

      "I'll pull the blanket off the sofa.  I don't care about a mess," he said, taking her hand and guiding her into the living room.  He set Claire squarely on the floor facing the fireplace.  She snuggled into his thick robe in anticipation, and watched Jack stand by the fireplace.  The early morning sun made his skin shine, the water on it breaking into small prisms of light as he dropped the towel from around his waist and faced Claire, slightly uncomfortable.

      "I-- well, I don't know how I should start," Jack confessed sheepishly.  Claire smiled at his discomfiture, finding it enormously appealing.

      She had felt a thrill rush through her when Jack dropped the towel, and his shy, little-boy discomfort excited her as well.  Licking her lips slightly, she allowed Jack's robe to hang even more loosely on her as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

      "Oh, I don't know, Jack.  Where do you usually start?" she asked with a smile.

      Oh my god, am I blushing?  I'm not blushing, Jack thought.  One look at Claire's face told him.  Jesus, McCoy.  You are blushing.  Stop it! he told himself.  Naturally, it only made him blush more.

      "Um, I-- Claire, I told you, I don't do this much anymore--" he began, stalling for time.  To his surprise, however, far back in his brain his synapses were beginning to spark with pleasure.  He was, very hesitantly, beginning to enjoy himself.

      "Babe, you did it just this morning."

      "Well, you were there to help.  In a way."

      "Fine.  Why don't I tell you how hot I'm getting seeing you naked in front of me?  God-- I love your body, Jack McCoy."

      Jack immediately felt his organ leap and instinctively took hold of it with his right hand.  He felt extremely self-conscious, but was dealing with a primal drive that reacted to Claire in extreme, sensual ways.  Jack could feel the blood begin to pulse in his gradually lengthening member.  Momentarily weakened by the lust he felt, Jack leaned back against the mantelpiece and sighed.

      "Claire-- ah, yes," he managed.

      "See?  It's not so hard," Claire smiled.  Jack laughed weakly.

      "Yes it is," he said, and Claire's happy squeal of laughter rang musically in his ears.  Jack had to close his eyes briefly as he felt his heart begin to thud faster in his chest.  "Oh, Claire," he whispered breathlessly.

      "Jack-- tell me what you're thinking about right now.  What you want," Claire said softly, taken by Jack's vulnerability.

      McCoy opened his eyes, looking directly into Claire's.  Unconsciously, he began to move his hand slowly, fraction by fraction, on his manhood.

      "You.  Of how very beautiful you are, how much I love you," he said hoarsely.  "How much I want you," Jack finished.  Claire smiled broadly.

      "I want you, lover.  You look so good, so sweet.  I love you, Jack," Claire said, her smile gifting him with a rush of passion.

      "I love you."

      "Tell me what you want to do for me.  What you want to do to me, Jack.  What do you fantasize about?"

      The question made Jack close his eyes, images swirling in his head as he thought of all the things he had done with Claire-- and the few things he had yet to do, and was not sure she'd ever agree to.

      "Jack?"

      He kept his eyes closed.  "I--  oh god, Claire, this is-- I want to take you now.  It almost hurts, I want you so bad."

      "Can't have me, Jack.  Tell me.  Talk to me, lover.  I can see you getting hard."

      Claire's gentle voice teasing his ears with talk of his hardness sent a fresh rush of blood into his member, and Jack increased his speed, occasionally rolling his fingers over his scrotum.

"Oh-- Jesus.  Claire, I don't know if-- god, this is killing me," Jack gasped, opening his eyes and feeling the burning of his desire for Claire leap through the air in his gaze toward her. 

      Claire felt it as well.  She had become incredibly excited by watching Jack, but refused to give him any quarter.  "You can.  You will, baby.  Talk to me-- what do you want to do?"

      Several scenarios whirled through Jack's mind as he pulled slowly at himself.  "Oh--  Claire.  Jesus-- oh, god, I want to take you here, now, in front of the fire--"

      "That's your fantasy?" 

      "Claire!"  Jack closed his eyes again.  He felt he could better admit his feelings that way, in case Claire's eyes should accuse him.  "Oh, baby.  I-- I want to take you from behind, hard... you're so sweet, so very sweet, I love it when you let me do that, Claire, it feels so good..."

      Claire felt her own body begin to sway, reacting viscerally to Jack's hissed confessions.  A throb began in her stomach and spread downward.  "I love it too, baby.  You're so good... keep telling me, Jack."

      "If-- tie you. Tie you to the bed, fuck you all night, oh god, Claire, please, don't think I--"

      "Jack!  Don't think about it, just tell me, lover, tell me how you want me," she hissed, moving one hand under the robe and beginning to stroke her nipples.

      Jack began to tremble and flattened his free hand against the wall next to the mantelpiece, bracing himself as his stroking increased speed.  "Ohh... when you kiss me, my chest, god, when you bite my nipples-- god, Claire, what you can do to me!  I want to-- baby, I love you.  I want to see you make yourself come, use a dildo, your fingers... baby, I love you so much, I--" 

      Jack cut himself off, close to exploding.  Claire saw his body tense, knowing the sign of his imminent orgasm, and rose, going to him.  She knelt in front of him and let her hands play over his legs, hoping to distract him as he told his fantasies.

      "Jack, shh... tell me more.  What do you want to do most?  With me?  Someone else?"

      Jack eyes flew open and his stroke faltered.  He looked down at her.  "What?"

      "Jack, I know you love me, and I know you're faithful to death.  That doesn't mean you haven't dreamed a little dream," Claire said, gently stroking Jack's thigh and side. 

      Jack almost came right then, but held back with a supreme effort.  He was surprised, gratified, that Claire was letting him say things he hadn't dreamed he would.  He felt lucky to be with someone who knew his love was unfailing.  Letting himself go, falling into a role he never expected to play, Jack resumed stroking his stiff organ.

      "Yes.  I want you, and someone else-- another woman.  I don't care who. You tie me to the bed.  Don't let me up-- you almost rape me.  You use things, toys I've never even seen... keep me in constant excitement-- Jesus, I'm so close, Claire!"  Jack whispered, his knees ready to buckle.  Claire felt herself becoming wet, but insisted to herself that Jack was the one on the stage for now.

      "Tell me more, lover, more," she urged.

      "I-- I've thought about surprising you, taking you before you knew it was me, oh god, I'm so close, so close, please, don't think I'm ever going to do these things, I never would, but god, Claire, they make me so hard!"  Jack felt one knee buckle, and dropped the other one to the ground, one hand still pumping hard on his shaft, the other on Claire's shoulder for support.

      "Touch yourself, Jack, for me," Claire urged, knowing it was one of her fantasies.  Jack opened his eyes wide, uncomprehending, so Claire took his hand from her shoulder and placed it over one of Jack's nipples, squeezing it and grazing it with her fingers guiding Jack's hand.  Jack let out a shuddering moan, comprehending, and began to rub and pinch his own nipples.

      The sensation it gave him was too much.  He was very sensitive there anyway, and knowing he was doing this in front of Claire made him tremble with excitement.  The tremble turned into a full body shudder as Jack began to come, milking the silky liquid from his jerking member as he caressed his own chest, head back, soft cries of ecstasy issuing forth.  Claire watched Jack come, fascinated by the intensity of it, by Jack's complete surrender. 

      Jack came copiously, shuddering out his last drop with a sigh, slowing his hand motions as the aftershock hit him, the exhaustion.  He let go and fell forward, catching himself on his hands, panting.  He was trying to catch his breath as Claire took off the robe and draped it over him.  Jack fell to his side, propped on one arm, as Claire pulled it around him, the robe soaking off some of the sweat glowing on Jack's body.  With a final sigh, he lay on his back, one hand reaching out to Claire, the other covering his eyes.  Claire took the offered hand and scooted next to Jack, watching her lover catch his breath.

      "Baby?" she asked.

      "Shhh," Jack said softly, breathing deeply, his body shivering slightly with the afterglow as well as the coolness of the sweat on his body.  Jesus, I can't-- that was-- that was--

      "That was wonderful, lover," Claire said, drawing Jack's hand up and kissing it, lying next to him.  She turned to cuddle next to him, her body warmth pleasing and comforting to Jack as he finally began to catch his breath.  "I love you," she said quietly, happy and pleased that Jack would be so giving for her.  Claire slid one arm under Jack and the other over his chest and held him like that for several minutes.  Jack kept his hand over his closed eyes until he was sure he was in control of all of his faculties.

      Jack wasn't completely sure what to think about what he had just done for Claire-- be real Jack, he thought, you did it for yourself too.  Though he had been completely into it and excited while doing it, thinking about it made him vaguely uncomfortable.  He had his hand over his eyes primarily because he didn't want to look at Claire and see distaste in her eyes.  Trust her, Jack.  You know you can.

      With a sigh, McCoy finally opened his eyes and moved that hand down to rest on Claire's arm across his chest.  She looked up at him and Jack forced himself to look down.  The open, happy gaze which met his made some of his embarrassment go away.

      "Hey there," he said languidly.  She smiled up at him.

      "Hey."

      "So-- I uh, I don't know what..."

      Claire cut him off.  "Don't.  Don't doubt yourself.  It was the most magnificent thing, Jack, you letting go like that, allowing yourself to really feel something new-- and god, it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, lover.  You were wonderful," Claire said, hugging Jack tighter.

      "Really?"

      "Ego boost, Jack needs an ego boost... of course you were!  Oh Jack-- I love you, thank you so much for doing that for me."

      Jack felt himself flush with happiness, and turned so he and Claire were facing each other, his head propped on one hand.  With the other he traced her face lightly and smiled.

      "So-- a bit of quid pro quo?" he said, his smile growing.  Claire opened Jack's robe and moved her naked body against his warm one, her hot sex pressed against the top of his groin.  Jack could feel the heat of her as Claire stretched her whole body out along his long frame, wrapping one leg around Jack's thigh.

      "I think so.  Are you gonna tell me what you want, baby?  Or do I have to guess?"

      Jack blushed.  "I thought I told you enough, Claire."

      "So-- you wanna fuck?"  Claire said with a huge smile.  Jack gawked, then laughed.

      "Always.  But not yet, baby... why don't you go get that toy box we have in the closet?  I think you might find something useful in there."

      Claire's smile became wicked.  "Oh, yeah.  Wait here, baby.  Oh no-- Jack, why don't you open that wine we have in the fridge.  You deserve a drink, and I know I'll be needing one later.  Okay?" she said as she rose and went to the bedroom.  Jack smiled at her departure and retrieved the wine and two glasses from the kitchen, opening the bottle with a faint *pop* on the floor in the living room, pouring glasses for both of them.  He was just sipping his wine when Claire came back in with the box and sat in front of him, the box on her lap.  The naughty, half-indecent smile on her face brought a similar smile to Jack's face and he opened the toy box.

      "Wow, I was hoping one day we'd see this stuff again," Claire said as Jack brought out several items that shone and clinked and fascinated.

      "I have to admit, I've thought about them occasionally," Jack said as he held up a pair of handcuffs. "Oooo..."

      Claire laughed.  "My turn.  What do you want to see, Jack?  This?"

      In her hands was a medium-sized gel vibrator, translucent pink, with a clitoral stimulator.  Jack felt his mouth dry just contemplating it, while his groin began to heat up again.  He leaned forward and pulled Claire in for a deep kiss.

      "God, yes," he said breathlessly when they broke the kiss. 

      With a smile, Claire spread her legs apart, so that Jack was essentially sitting between them, near her feet.  He could see her wetness glistening as he let his gaze travel down the sculpted body of his lover.  Jack's breath caught and his breathing became shallow, rapid.  He felt Claire touch his hand and draw it forward, Jack leaning slightly as she pulled his hand in toward her center.  With a feather-light touch, Claire used Jack's own index finger to play along the folds and depths of her heated sex, her own excitement growing by leaps as she used her other hand to  play with her nipples.

      "Is this what you like?" Claire asked Jack softly.

      She saw her lover swallow hard, staring intently at Claire's hand moving his own.  Jack nodded slightly, his free hand rubbing hard on his thigh muscle, nervously.  Claire closed her eyes then and shifted closer to Jack, bending her knees slightly.  The motion made her open more to him and Jack sighed deeply as Claire guided two of his fingers into her, moving them slowly but deeply.  He could feel his heart pounding again with excitement and moved his free hand from his thigh over to Claire's, moving it in gentle strokes up her calf and down her thigh. 

      Jack looked up to see his lover's eyes shut, her head tilted back slightly, neck exposed.  Uncrossing his legs, he knelt close to Claire then and kissed her neck, eliciting a sigh.  His own hardness began to stir again and Claire could feel it when Jack moved even closer, bringing one hand around Claire to pull her in for a deep kiss, the other still moving rhythmically inside her.  Claire gasped and opened her eyes, pushing Jack back with both hands.  Jack looked at her in confusion.

      "Claire?  What is it?" Jack asked breathlessly.

      "I-- I thought maybe we should take this a little slower-- you know, I mean, you wouldn't be getting your half of the deal, would you?" Claire asked mischievously.  Jack smiled broadly.

      "I love you.  All right.  What would you like me to do?"

      Claire reached for the vibrator, switching it on and smiling at its hum, then turning it back off.  "The question is, lover, what do you want *me* to do?"

      Jack sat back again, leaning back on his hands, trying desperately not to let his immense passion get the better of him.  He looked thoughtful for a moment.

      "Tell me what you like best," he finally said, watching Claire closely.  God, the way she plays with that--! Jack thought, watching Claire finger the translucent vibrator.

      The tip of Claire's tongue played along her teeth slightly as she thought, smiling at Jack.  Her smile broadening, she stretched out on her back and beckoned Jack closer.  He moved up until he was sitting next to her, leaning on one arm as he gazed down at her, resisting the urge to kiss her passionately.

      "Yes, love?" he asked quietly, almost whispering.  His heart began to gallop again as Claire licked the fingertips of one hand and began to touch her breasts and nipples.

      "I love how your hands feel on me, lover... not hard, but not soft.  You know exactly what to do, you're so good at it-- your fingers aren't rough, but their feel.... I don't know, Jack.  It just feels wonderful," she finished, still caressing herself.  Jack's throat felt constricted and dry and he forced a swallow as he stared transfixed at Claire's hand in motion.

      Sighing deeply, Claire manipulated the switch of the vibrator in her other hand and the object hummed into life.  Jack felt a small leap inside himself, concentrated in his groin, as he heard the hum begin.  He was working hard to control himself, but it was getting very, very difficult-- and Jesus, how I want her! he thought.

      Claire could feel her own excitement, already built to fever pitch by Jack's display, threatening to explode before she was done giving Jack a show.  A small groan escaped her lips as she began to trace a slow line from her breasts to her hips and back with the vibrator, one hand still playing over her nipples.  When a moan escaped her lips, she saw Jack's body tense, saw the effort it was taking him to remain still.  The sight thrilled her.

      "What would you like to do right now, Jack?" she asked breathlessly, spiraling the vibrator down, lower, until it rested atop her navel, seeking the heat further below.

      Jack released a breath, unaware until then that he'd been holding his breath.  With the breath went a fraction of his control, and he became aware of a wet sensation at the tip of his penis.  He cleared his throat, moving one finger along Claire's arm lightly, holding himself back from more.

      "If we were in bed... when we just fall into it, together, we're kissing... our clothes are still on... I love that moment when we're at the edge of the bed and I just slam into you.  It's so-- I get so deep, it feels like we're a part of each other.  God, I love you.  I want you so much, Claire," Jack said softly, regulating his words carefully. 

      Claire nodded and smiled up at him, locking on his eyes as she pushed the vibrator farther down, resting the tip of it on her painfully engorged clit.  The sensation brought a gasp to her lips and her head moved back even as she watched Jack.  He stiffened, bringing his hand down to his near-bursting shaft and pressing lightly on the base, trying to keep from coming.

      "Claire-- please-- oh, Claire," Jack said softly, his eyes enraptured by the look of sheer pleasure on Claire's face as she began to probe with the vibrator, her hips bucking off the floor with intense pleasure.

      Claire focused her gaze more intently on Jack as she pushed the vibrator into her, the sensation incredibly erotic.  Finding her voice, she spoke in short breaths.

      "Jack-- Jack, tell me more... Tell me-- Jesus!  Jack, tell me what you like, lover," Claire said, her body threatening to betray her mind's desire for control.

      "I know what I want," Jack said, voice low.  He moved down, eyes never leaving Claire's as he moved his body between her legs.  Claire felt his hand on hers, felt him take the vibrator from her.  Jack's eyes were as lust-filled and sexily intense as she'd ever seen them, and it excited her even more-- something she hadn't thought possible.

      "Touch yourself.  But I get to use this," he said, holding the humming vibrator up.  Pushing himself up enough to kiss her nipple lightly, Jack smiled and moved back down, teasing Claire with the vibrator as Claire touched and squeezed her breasts.

      Gently caressing her clit, Jack guided the vibrator in and turned it up, the hum increasing.  Claire let out a short cry, calling Jack's name.  He smiled but felt himself strangled by his control, wanting to bury himself in Claire but turned on by fulfilling a fantasy.

      "You asked me what I fantasize about," he said breathlessly as he moved the vibrator inside her.  "This.  I wanted to do this for so long... was afraid you'd be turned off.  Jesus.  How does it feel?  Tell me," he said, using his hands as skillfully as he could.

      He was rewarded by a long groan from the woman he was touching so gently.  "Jack-- oh, Jack, please, I can barely-- I can't talk, it feels-- it's so good-- oh!" Claire cried.  Jack quickly slowed his hands, not wanting Claire to come yet.  His heart was pounding and he knew he was only minutes away from uncontrolled frenzy.

      "Tell me, Claire!"

      "You've never-- god, Jack, you've never even ASKED to do this... oh-- lover, please, I want you--"

      Jack renewed his attack, faster, more penetrating.  "How?"

      "Like that... harder-- Jack, oh-- and-- and--"

      "What?" Jack nearly screamed.  He stopped his hand on her clit and replaced the vibrator with his fingers, as he began to test another fantasy.  Gently, very slowly, he teased Claire's anus with the tip of the vibrator, sensitive to the pain he could cause.

      Claire felt her body tighten, explosion imminent, felt the pleasing pressure down below from Jack's fingers and the vibrator.  She let her head fall back, reaching both hands down to twine in Jack's hair.

      "Claire-- tell me!" Jack demanded hoarsely.  He pushed the vibrator tip into Claire only slightly, waiting to feel the resistance give.  "Lover-- tell me what you want me to do-- god, I love you, Claire."

      "Jack-- oh Jack, harder-- I want you in me-- and it in me.  Lover, I'm so close, I want you to come inside me, I want to be full--"

      "Jesus," Jack breathed.  He had fantasized, dreamed of taking Claire while she was filled from behind, a vibrator rocking her world in one spot while Jack rocked the other... he never thought she'd have the same fantasy.  Hearing it drove him just over the brink, and he steadily pushed the vibrator in, teasing Claire's clit with his finger and tongue, the ecstacy causing Claire's body to relax fully and the vibrator slid almost completely in, Claire yelping.

      "Baby?  Does it hurt?" Jack asked, ready to withdraw his attentions.

      "No!  God, Jack-- hurry.  Hurry, lover, please..."

      Kissing a line hungrily from her clit to her neck, Jack moved up enough to place the head of his penis at her entrance.  He held himself up on trembling arms and looked down at Claire.

      "Claire-- Claire, look at me.  I love you, Claire." Jack said, the effort to remain up excruciating.  Claire opened her eyes and smiled.

      "I love you.  Jack-- fuck me," she said simply.  With a ragged sigh, Jack drove down into her.  The intense sensation of being completely filled, vibrator humming, was a plane of pleasure neither Claire nor Jack had been to-- Jack felt the vibrations through the thin wall of tissue and his penis leapt inside Claire.  He rose up again and again, driving into her with a force that was almost brutal.  Claire wrapped her legs around Jack and forced him to pump forward, not down, the sensation of his penis gliding over the vibrator below it unbelievable.

      Only vaguely aware of it, Jack reached below him as he pumped into Claire, pushing the vibrator in even more, until it was completely in.  The vibrations were coursing into his penis, and he felt as if his own hardness was vibrating.

      Claire reached her hands around Jack's sides, her nails pressing into his back.  Jack drove into her until he felt her cervix, wanted to drive upward more.  Finally feeling Claire's body begin to tremble in release, Jack continued pushing into her but watched her closely-- as soon as he saw her orgasm beginning, he reached below him and pulled the vibrator out, immediately pushing into Claire and remaining still, holding her.

      Claire screamed in pleasure, the sensation of Jack removing the vibrator just as she began to come a feeling that pushed the orgasm higher and harder than any she'd had.  Her breath gasped out and she grasped Jack's body, desperately wanting him deeper as the waves of pleasure washed over her, sapping her energy... and then she felt him move again in her, felt him drive fast and hard until his own hardness exploded and he called her name, both of them clutching each other convulsively.

      As Jack continued to shudder above her, Claire gently caressed his back, fingers sliding downward until she was gently pushing against his anus.  Jack reared up, still caught in the orgasm, eyes wide.

      "This is what I want," Claire said softly, and Jack collapsed on top of her as she gently probed the hole, only one finger carefully slipping in, as Jack cried out incoherently in pleasured agony as his orgasm prolonged.

      Claire moved her hands back to Jack's sides, feeling him breath heavily, his skin hot and wet.  It was a minute or two before she felt his weight move, felt him shift on top of her even as he remained in her.

      Exhausted, Jack turned tired eyes to Claire-- and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

      "Jack?  Okay, lover?"

      He nodded, unable to speak, merely stroked Claire's face and gently kissed her repeatedly.  "I-- I--" he began, then shook his head.

      "Jack."

      Jack drew in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  He felt his heart was going to stop if it didn't slow down soon... *breathe, McCoy, breathe,* he thought.

      "Claire-- I-- I love you so much.  So much, I can't even describe it," Jack finally managed.  Claire kissed him deeply, her own eyes threatening to well up in tears.

      "Shh.  Baby, I love you. Beyond this, beyond everything we did tonight, I love you more than I have anyone.  Thank you for trusting me. And for being so open."

      Jack felt her gently wipe the tears from his eyes and smiled.  "Thank you.  I've never done that-- never felt I could with anyone.  That trust-- that level of trust.  We-- that we trust each other, my god, that much-- I couldn't ever do that with anyone else.  I wish I could tell you how much I love you and care about you," he whispered, emotions whirling.

      "You did.  You showed me.  I know you love me, and I love you.  And Jack," Claire said, as she rolled over, pinning a smiling Jack beneath her--

      "Yeah, lover?"

      "This is only the beginning."