Eye of the Beholder

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took so long. Real life, coupled with a couple of bad reviews has left my muse in a snit. Thank you to IndyKitty, Capt_Davy_Jones_Lover and Michael for your reviews. This chapter has smuty goodness in it. Enjoy!

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“So, what did Mom do to distract Dad from coming and checking up on you?” she inquires after several moments of silence while they slowly make their way through the dark

“Ah, well, how to put this,” he responds hesitantly. “She, um, reminded him of when he courted her and how crazy he drove her father.”

“So she just talked to him and that kept him from coming and checking on you?” she questions, a bit confused.

“Um, no,” he answers and he can feel the blood rushing to his own face. “She, uh, enticed him to come back to bed.”

“Enticed him?” she asks, now completely perplexed. “What? Did she have double chocolate brownies in bed with her or something?”

“No, um,” he replies so very glad that the darkness hides his embarrassment. “The, ah, treat was, uh, sexual in nature.”

She stops dead in her tracks and he has to stop with her or let go of her hand.

“Are you telling me that you listened to my parents having sex?” she demands and he can barely see the look of horror on her face, though he can definitely hear it in her voice.

“No, I did manage to get out before they actually started to have intercourse,” he quickly answers. “But no thanks to Siegfried, it was a very close thing.”

“Oh sweet Jesus!” she says, her voice full of revulsion and her whole body shakes. “UHG!”

“What’s the matter?” he asks, slightly amused by her reaction. “They’re perfectly healthy couple, why shouldn’t they enjoy each other’s company in the privacy of their own bedroom?”

“Imagine I just told you that I overheard your parents getting hot and heavy,” she retorts and he goes perfectly still.

“Oh my stars and garters,” he moans several moments later. “Your point is very well taken. Perhaps it’s best we forget we ever had this little conversation.”

“Right, we’ll just strike it from the record,” she grumbles. “URG! That mental image is burned into my brain! I’ll probably be having nightmares about it for weeks.”

“It’s not like you really saw anything,” he points out, slightly amused now.

“No, but I have a vivid imagination,” she reminds him as she steps closer to him. “Need I remind you about Logan and the skort?”

“No, you don’t,” he grumbles while he pulls her into his arms. “Perhaps we should just change the subject.”

“What should we talk about then?” she asks as she snuggles into his embrace, burying her nose into the fur on his neck until she reaches skin.

“Us?” he suggests, his own nose finding its way into her dark tresses and he inhales deeply.

“How are we going to survive being here?” she nearly whimpers as she presses herself against him. “It’s driving me insane with you always there and we can’t touch. We can’t hold each other. We can’t kiss each other. We can’t make love.”

“I’m here now and we’re touching,” he whispers near her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. “We’re holding each other. We’re kissing.”

He puts a hand under her chin to guide her face towards his and then he gives her a slow, languid kiss that leaves her nearly panting and very aroused. He softly kisses her along her jaw line until he reaches her ear which he gently nuzzles with his nose; the smell of her is making his own body respond. She groans with want when he kisses her neck just below her ear and her body more than willing responds to him, his hand now behind her head to keep it where he wants it.

“We could be making love,” he quietly suggests as he pushes his hips forward.

She whimpers when she feels the hardness in his pants as he rubs himself against her and she’s fairly sure her knees are about to give out.

“But the condom,” she pants, barely coherent enough to string the words together.

He releases her head, moving it to his back pocket and she digs her fingers into his sweater, fearing that he’s about to pull away. His lips capture hers again and a small part of her brain is wondering how he’s able to find her mouth in the dark while her body is telling it to shut the Hell up. When he finally lets her up for air, she finds he’s pressed something into her hand and it takes her several moments to realize what it is.

“You had another condom?” she asks, still dazed as he starts nibbling on her neck.

“Mmhmm,” he hums while his lips continue to torment her sanity.

“Why?” she moans.

“In case the first one broke,” he purrs just before he starts working on her ear.

“What happens if this one breaks?” she pants as her head lolls to the side and she leans more of her weight against him, sure that her legs are going to give out at any second.

“Let’s think positive,” he murmurs as his hands start caressing her body, finding all of the right places to make her gasp and moan.

“Should we…,” she tries to say, but she’s having a really hard time forming words.

“Less talk, more action,” he nearly growls as he grabs her hands and pulls them down to his waist band.

She gets the hint and quickly finds the fastening for his pants while his nimble digits start gathering her skirt into his hands and his lips continue their exploration of her neck. Her trembling fingers don’t seem to want to work, but by some miracle, she finally gets his pants open and he groans with relief. By the time she’s pushed his clothes out of the way, gotten the condom out of its wrapper and managed to actually get it on him, her skirt is up around her hips and his warm hands are caressing the skin of her hips and thighs.

“Lube?” she gasps as his suckles on her earlobe.

“I’ll take care of it,” he purrs into her ear. “Hold up your skirt.”

“Can’t, might fall down,” she whimpers.

He pushes her back a couple of steps until she is firmly against one of the support beams of the barn. He transfers her hands to her skirt while he quickly finishes preparing himself. Before her lust fogged brain can register how cold it is in the barn now that he’s not touching her, he’s lifting her up by her hips and pressing her more firmly against that post.

She reaches for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He carefully moves her into position her over his hard length and once he has her where he wants her, he pushes her down onto him. She lets out a strangled groan as her arms and legs convulsively hold him tighter and she buries her face in his neck.

“Oh God, Hank,” she softly moans as her fingers sink into his mane and her ankles cross behind his back.

He takes a step back so he can hold her in his arms more securely with one arm under her bottom and the other behind her back and then he leans against the post again just before he starts to move inside her. His world shrinks down to the feeling of her tight heat, holding him, caressing him, completing him. He groans when her mouth finds his ear, reigning havoc on his senses while she nibbles on it and he can’t stop himself as he starts to pound even harder into her.

She moans into his ear as he fills her to near the breaking point and he makes her feel like every nerve in her body is tingling. The feeling of him filling her, caressing her most private parts, completing her and it nearly brings her to tears of happiness. Instead of crying, she moves with him the best she can, trying her best not to scream with the pleasure he’s giving her. She soon realizes that she can’t keep up with the pace he’s set and simply tries to hold herself in a position to get the most pleasure.

“Hank,” she softly whimpers as her head comes to rest on his shoulder.

“Right here, my love,” he whispers.

He pounds on even harder, her panted moans driving him on and he never wants to stop. He doubts even if her father came charging in with guns blazing that he would even pause his frantic movements, much less stop. He’s so lost in the feel of her, the sound of her, the smell of her, that it’s not until one of her legs slips off of his hip does he realize that something’s wrong.

“Amanda?” he softly calls as he manages to still his hips wild thrusts for fear of coming out of her.

“Hank,” she whimpers while her other leg starts to slide down. “I can’t…not strong enough.”

“Do you want to stop?” he quietly asks as the arm that was under her bottom moves to keep the leg from getting away.

“No, but I can’t keep holding onto you,” she answers, sounding almost desperate and ideas start running through his mind. “I’m just not strong enough, maybe if I could just lie down or something.”

“I have a better idea,” he purrs nears her ear as he holds her closer. “Try to lift your leg up again.”

She’s too tired to question his request so she simply tries to comply and she can feel the arm that was behind her back move downwards while he more firmly pins her to the post. A shiver runs down her spine that has nothing to do with the cold as his warm hands caress her thighs. Soon his forearms are under her thighs and she wonders how this is going to help since she can feel his cock on the verge of slipping out of her.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers near her ear and she can feel her nipples get harder as his breath caresses her ear.

“Yes,” she gasps immediately.

“Hold onto my arms,” he instructs while he gets a firmer hold of her hips.

She doesn’t ask, but simply loosens her hold on his neck and slides her hands down his arms. Before she can even blink, he steps away from the post and turns so that his back is against the post and the upper half of her body is hanging in mid-air. She just manages to choke back a startled cry as her fingers dig through his sweater and into his arms and he gets a better hold of her hips.

Before she can object to the unorthodox position he has her in, he starts to move inside of her again. Her eyes roll back and her fingers dig in deeper into his arms as she lets out a strangled moan of pleasure. Her eyes close and her head drops back as she allows this new angle to take her to new heights.

She’s so tight and hot that it’s all he can do to keep from using his full strength to pound into her. The new angle isn’t helping his sanity either and he’s just glad that she’s still mostly dressed or all hope would be gone of him being able to control himself. As it is, her nails are digging into his arms and the groans she’s trying to suppress mixed with everything else is quickly driving him towards the edge.

He closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling of their joined bodies as the smell of her and the sounds she’s making fill the other senses, driving out anything that might be considered rational thought. He pistons in and out of her like a well oiled machine, determined to satisfy her needs before his body gives into its own. He can feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine as it quickly travels towards his sack and he starts to lose himself to the sensation just as her vaginal walls grab his swelling cock.

Both of their bodies go stiff as blinding pleasure pulses through their bodies and he can’t stop the growl that escapes his throat any more than she can prevent the cry of ecstasy that comes from her mouth. Slowly they come down from their highs and he carefully sinks down to his knees, gathering her limp body up into his arms as best he can. His quickly softening member slips out of her as he repositions her and her whimper is the only clue he has that she’s still conscious.

“Are you alright?” he quietly asks once he has her safely in his arms and she makes a small noise that he can’t decipher. “Was that a yes or a no?”

“Give me a minute,” she whispers as she leans against him like a giant rag doll. “Beast just about broke me in two with that last position.”

“Actually, that wasn’t Beast’s doing,” he softly admits, feeling his cheeks heat up. “It was mine.”

“Oh?” she asks, amusement evident in her voice.

“Yes, it seems Beast didn’t feel like interfering this time,” he tells her, incredibly glad that she can’t see him blushing.

“Well, it’s good to know that you two are finally learning to share,” she snickers as she snuggles up more comfortably against him.

He’s fairly sure his face is radiating enough warmth to heat up the barn and he gladly buries his nose into her hair while he holds her close, doing his best to ignore the cold air that circulating around his privates. He simply tunes out the discomfort in his knees as he enjoys holding her close, breathing in her scent so that it’s the only thing he can smell. He’s willing to stay like that for a very long time until she starts shivering and with great reluctance, he loosens his hold on her.

“Come, my love, it’s time to go back,” he murmurs and she growls at him causing him to chuckle.

“Don’t wanna,” she grumbles as she pulls her arms in so that they’re between their bodies in an effort to get warmer.

“As much as I would love to sit here and hold you all night, I’m afraid certain parts of my anatomy are turning bluer,” he tells her.

“What parts?” she asks, still sounding grumpy.

“Parts that I’m sure you would like to remain fully functional,” he softly chuckles.

“Huh?” she questions, barely coherent.

He takes one of her hands, gently guiding it downwards into his lap and a second later she grasps.

“Oh, Hank, I’m sorry,” she says as she tries to climb off of his lap.

He grabs her by the waist before she can fall and hurt herself and simply picks her up, gently putting her down next to him. He pushes himself to his feet and then fishes a sandwich sized plastic baggie out of his pocket. He carefully opens it and then hands it to her.

“What’s this?” she asks as she tries to feel the contents through the sides.

“A garbage bag,” he answers while he carefully slides the condom off.

“Ok, I know I’m tired, but I’m pretty sure garbage bags are a bit bigger than this,” she states, still befuddled.

“Normally, yes, they are,” he assures her as he carefully drops the used prophylactic in the baggie she’s holding. “But seeing as I needed something much smaller, I acquired a bag that is more suited to my needs.”

“Ok, once more, but in tired girlfriend talk,” she grumbles and he chuckles while he pulls his pants back up.

“I got a sandwich bag from the kitchen while you and your parents napped to put the used condoms and wrappers in,” he replies as he looks around for the dropped wrapper. “Since I get the distinct impression your parents wouldn’t have approved of what we’ve just done, I have taken steps to try and dispose of any evidence.”

“I’m glad you’re the one with the brains because I never even thought about it,” she softly chuckles while he takes the little bag away from her. “However, I didn’t feel my panties in there. What did you do with them?”

“They’re prisoners of war,” he chuckles in that sexy purr of his as pulls her to her feet.

“So, you’ve not only ruined my undies, but you’ve stolen them as well?” she asks, leaning heavily against him and he gladly wraps his arms around her. “That’s a bit disturbing you know.”

“At least it’s only your panties that I’m interested in,” he points out as he lifts her up.

“Pervert,” she mumbles while she drapes an arm around his neck.

“Yes, but I’m your pervert,” he snickers as he gets her more securely held in his arms. “Come, it’s time to go back.”

“I’m not sure I can hold onto you this time,” she warns while he heads for the door.

“Put your arms around my neck and do the best you can,” he instructs as he opens the door and a blast of cold air and snow hits them.

She quickly wraps her other arm around his neck and then buries her face into that soft fur as he quietly shuts the door behind them. Once the door is securely closed, he holds her closer as she starts to shiver. He silently thanks his lucky stars that the falling snow will soon cover his tracks as he dashes across the yard towards the elm tree outside her window.

He ignores the bitter sting of the cold snow beneath his bare feet as he takes great leaps towards the house. He doesn’t break stride as he approaches the tree he needs, but instead takes a mighty leap towards it, simply catching a lower branch to haul the two of them up with. He quickly and easily climbs up the tree towards her window despite only having the use of one arm as the other one is being used to support her.

With one arm wrapped around her, the other hand holding onto a branch above them and one of his feet firmly holding onto the branch below them, he reaches out with the only limb available and carefully cracks her window open with his foot. He leans forward and lets the warm air rush over him as he inhales deeply, checking to see if anyone is in her room. Once he determines the coast is clear, he opens the window the rest of the way and carefully climbs into her room.

He gives a brief sigh of relief when his bare foot touches the warm carpet under the window as he carefully maneuvers the two of them through the open portal. He tries to hear if anyone else is in the room over the chattering of her teeth as he quietly closes the window. When no other sounds are forthcoming, he gently pushes the curtains open and looks around the room, stopping dead when he sees the human sized lump under the covers.