Title: The Full Moon Does Strange Things
Author: Rogue
Rating: NC-17, Mature, Steam of course ;) whatcha expect from me heehee
Disclaimer: Blah, they're not mine. I'll return them. No suing.
Summary: I'm not gonna tell you. :-P I'm not gonna tell you. :-P Heehee Don't want to spoil the story. ;) Well, this isn't my best work, my mind was preoccupied with other more important matters, as you all understand but nonetheless it is steam. Heehee
Author's comments: I just want to say to all the people out there that has lost someone in the attack on the 11th of September, that I am sooooo sorry for your loss. I will say a prayer for all involved in the horrible horrible events. For those who live near the places attacked stay strong. Everything will be all right eventually. You are in my heart and in my prayers. Blessed be to everyone.
The Full Moon Does Strange Things
The purple fingers of the setting sun reached heavenward in one final death grasp, as the brilliant stars materialized slowly over the horizon.
Sinbad leaned against an old weathered tree that hid the beach from the camp that they had finally finished setting up. He told Doubar and the others that he was going to explore and would return in a while. When Doubar had insisted on accompanying him, Sinbad asked his brother to remain in camp. That he wished to be a lone for a while that he wouldn't be long, a couple of hours at the most. Doubar had finally relented and Sinbad sighed in relief, though he loved his older brother he did needed time by himself once in a while. So there he stood leaning against the old tree transfixed by the beauty of the setting sun. He watched spellbound as the multicolor clouds danced among the heavens with the emerging stars, only to be brought out of his trance by the fiery beauty of the resident sorcerer's apprentice.
She walked alone for once without her faithful companion, Dermott, at the water's edge. She, herself, seemed lost in her thoughts. Her bare feet sank beneath the sand as she turned to stare longingly at the sea before her. Looking over her shoulder as though she could feel his eyes upon her, she scanned the line of trees that now hid Sinbad in their shadowed depts.
Feeling secure in the knowledge that she was alone. She began to strip her clothing slowly from her battle-wary body. She first began by peeling away the brown leather vest, leaving her standing in just the white tunic. Her figure outlined through the white gauzy material left nothing to Sinbad's imagination. Then to his surprise or rather his delight, she removed that garment as well. Sinbad knew that he should respect her privacy and return to camp, knowing full well that she wished to bathe her tired body within the cool refreshing waters but he found himself unable to remove his gaze from the exquisite portrait that stood before him. Maeve in all her glory, stood naked in the pre-sunset light of early evening. She just stood at the shore line momentarily as if awaiting a signal, as her eyes scanned the horizon. She turned her head toward the rising moon on the horizon, she bowed her head for a moment then slowly waded herself out to her waist. As Sinbad watched enchanted from the shadows he couldn't prevent the arousal that arose within his body. That pulsed through his veins. That captured his brain and held it captive. He couldn't tear his eyes from the splendor that is Maeve. His desire kept his eyes focused upon her glistening body. He watched entranced as she dove beneath the crashing waves only to reemerge shimmering in the waning light. Sinbad shifted his weight and tugged at the front of his breeches which were now too snug for his comfort. Slowly, he unlaced the laces that held the front of the soft material together and released his painfully confined member from its prison.
He watched in fascination as she swam in the water, her long muscled legs cutting through the water propelling her through its cool depts. He grasped the tree that he was hiding by for support because his knees became weak as his desire raged through his body. His other hand traveled down to his engorged manhood and he began to stroke its length slowly while his gaze followed her sleek athletic body as she slip through the waters.
He watched her, transfixed, mesmerized by her loveliness as she ended her swim in thigh high water. She stood with her back to him. Straight and tall--regal--arms stretched above her head, hands clasped together while the moon, which had risen fully into the sky above, bathed her with its magickal light silently worshipping her for the Goddess that Sinbad perceived her to be.
He couldn't help himself, his gentle slow strokes grew more vigorous as his eyes traveled the expanse of her body, memorizing every muscle that rippled through her back and buttocks as she stretched her wary muscles. He knew that this was wrong, to watch her in her private moments but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He was possessed by lust and he needed to exorcise his demon. His vigorous stroking lessened while he debated with himself, that was, until she turned around toward the shore, toward Sinbad, in all her stunning glory. The full moon granted him the light and the pleasure of seeing her fully for it shone as brightly as a noon day sun. There she stood, hands still clasped above her head, eyes closed...glorious. So beautiful that his breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled (much to the disappointment of his engorged manhood). She was the most stunning, exotic woman that he had ever laid eyes upon.
He watched her as she slowly lowered her arms to her side and placed her palms on her taunt stomach, caressing the muscles momentarily before her hands moved slowly up to cup her breasts. She squeezed her breasts out of her hands until all that remained were her nipples which she pinched and twisted into hard nubs between her fingers.
Oh how Sinbad wished that her hands were his. How he longed to caress her. How he ached to pleasure her as one of her hands left her breast and slowly, painfully so for Sinbad, traveled its way down her body to dance within the dark curls that hid her intimate entrance. Sinbad's mouth opened in shock. He could not believe that he was standing there, with his hand around his shaft, watching Maeve pleasure herself. That thought just refueled his lust and his shaft twitched impatiently, it was all he needed as a reminder. His hand once again resumed motion. He felt his juice leak out of the tip of his shaft and he used it as lubricant as he worked his hand in rhythm with Maeve's fingers that were now moving rapidly in and out of her moist core. His breathing became ragged as he felt his climax growing, burning to get out. His eyes fixed themselves upon Maeve's face. As he watched her expression change he knew that she, too, was near her climax and he wanted to come the same moment as she did. He pumped his hand as feverishly as she worked her fingers. In and out. Up and Down. Harder. Faster. Breathing, then not. Gasping air into their lungs together as they exploded simultaneously. Each calling out the other's name as they came. Only in that moment, in that one breath of time did he close his eyes to her. Sinbad collapsed against the tree as Maeve's legs gave way and she fell to her knees in the water. Each exhausted. Each gasping for air. Each wishing that they had actually been together.
Sinbad rested the back of his head against the tree and shut his eyes tightly. Had he kept them open, he would have seen Maeve stand, walk out of the water, and head for where he was. It wasn't until he felt water seep into his shirt that he realized what it was or rather who it was that was dripping. When he opened his eyes, there she stood, Maeve, still gloriously nude before him.
"Ahh...Maeve, I... ahhh...I couldn't help myself. Allah forgive, Maeve, I couldn't stop myself."
"I know." She smiled down at him.
"Ahh..." he began, "you knew? But how? I was hidden here in the shadows, you could not have seen me from the shore. How could you have even known that I was here?"
"Ahhh, but I did see you, Sailor. I have eyes in the trees that watch out for my welfare." She pointed up to the branches of the tree that Sinbad had been leaning against. There with his piercing hawk eyes was Dermott, who had his eyes firmly fixed on Sinbad. Maeve squatted down so that she was eye level with Sinbad and whispered, "I saw it all, Sinbad. I watched you as you watched me. Through Dermott." She tilted her head up in Dermott's direction. Blue eyes locked on brown as her revelation sank in.
"You did?"
"Aye, I did. I instructed Dermott to keep his eyes upon you and only you the whole time. It wouldn't have been quiet so enjoyable had I not, would it? Well, at least for me it wouldn't have been." She smiled at Sinbad who returned her smile.
"Does this mean what I think it means, Maeve?"
"Aye, Sinbad, it does. Though the experience was enjoyable. I am still not quiet satisfied yet. I was hoping that you could help me with that?"
Sinbad didn't respond with words. He lunged forward and tackled her to the ground so that his body lay ontop of hers while his lips captured hers for a soul searing kiss. It was a moment later while gasping for air did she realize that Dermott remained perched in the tree watching them... *both* of them. She turned her head slightly and locked eyes with the hawk. A moment passed before Dermott squawked and flew off. Maeve chuckled softly.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?"
"Well, I told him to go away. That it was all right to watch you because you are both male but to watch us, together...well, it's a private thing between us. And besides, I don't really feel like being watched by anyone who is not you. So now that we're alone, how about we finished what we've started." She captured his lips with her own and they proceeded to fulfill their destines, under a tree, on a shore before the sea, bathed in the glow of the full moon.
Ok, people, just a few things I wanna say: 1) We all know that Dermott is Maeve's brother, whether older or younger I'm not too sure about it, but I want to say, for the record, that Dermott did not and I repeat not watch Maeve pleasure herself, ok. This is not incestuous. That is just...well...ewww, ok. He keeps his eyes totally and completely on Sinbad the whole time, ok. heehee :)
2) EP, hey chica, here's my part of the challenge fulfilled Not my best work but here it is. I'm waiting for yours. Heehee ;)
3) And for all of you who are wondering about the challenge that I'm talking about keep reading and I'll tell you. Challenge from Rogue: Write a fic where Sinbad gets caught pleasuring himself by Maeve and Steam insues or vice versa. Whichever you prefer. Heehee so long as Steam gets written. Heehee ;)
Well, that's all for now.
~~~ Rogue ~~~ )O(
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