Vivienne

Brian’s eyes widened and she shifted in the bed to get comfortable, crossing his legs. “You…kissed her?”  He asked, with a renewed vigor, sounding excited.

Leaning up as Brian shuffled against the headboard, Casey watched with her rich brown eyes as her boyfriend tried to hide his excitement.  Perking one thin eyebrow, Casey didn’t need her enhanced senses to know what just occurred, welcoming the change of pace with the conversation they were having.  Turning slow enough that the egg white tee she was wearing tightened against her overdeveloped chest, the ward walked her fingers across Brian’s tummy, to lightly scratch at his navel. “I did.”  She let out a sensuously charged rumble, “Twice.”  Sliding her hands over his tight muscular frame, she once more took the time to enjoy the curves of his chest, “..the first time…I used my tongue.”

“Very wild, Casey…very, very wild.”  His voice carried a charged stentorian tone to it, as he tried to adjust himself once again.

“Mmm, you like that I kissed a girl, do you?”  Casey playfully teased as she lightly pinched one of his tiny nipples.  “I am shocked, Mister Ashburn.  You have been…so vanilla.”

Deep and gruff, Brian let out a hungry groan the moment he’d been pinched.  His green eyes seemed to pulse with growing anticipation as he admired his girlfriend’s form stuck to her shirt. “I wish I’d seen it.” Pulling on the tight garment, He pulled Casey close enough to kiss her. “Vanilla? You’d be surprised.”  He pulled a little harder on her top, making the seams crackle as they broke in his iron grip. “Two girls is…a dream.”

Air rushed down the opening of Casey’s blouse and tickled her tips, stiffening them against the white barrier of her tee -Oh!! Yes!..just like before…- Thankful for the respite and now able to throw herself into her boyfriend once more, the ward played a bit more. “I would?  What exactly are you hiding from me?” Casey purred and smiled as her fingers traced the stiff outline within the man's strained gray briefs. “Oh, what do we have here?”

“A growing problem.”  Brian quipped and tore Casey’s flimsy top open.

-God!  I love it when he does that.- She thought quickly as her heart started to pound in her chest, sending wild and flushing pulses throughout her body. “I…I won’t have any clothes le…” She started to comment, when his lips collapsed over one of her nipples sucking hard. -Yes, Oh god…make them melt into you-  Casey arched her back and urged Brian by running her fingers through his hair.  Close to losing herself in the swimmy moment, she took a blissful breath and purred as she spoke. “Mmmm, what on…earth thinks I am …oh, god…in the mood…”

Letting the large globe free of his mouth, Brian pulled Casey into his lap. “Forgetting your words so soon?”  Brian teased and pointed to Casey’s lightly stained panties. “That.” Pulling the tattered remains of her blouse from her arms, the big man took liberty with Casey’s heavy chest. “Flushed, hot to the touch…”  He leaned up and nibbled on her ear a moment before whispering, “...I can smell it.”

Embarrassed to the point where she turned bright red in her cheeks, Casey’s decadent eyes flew open. -The dream!  I remember…- Her hand absentmindedly reached to her carnally scented underwear, grazing herself lightly, sending a few energetic shocks through her body. “I can talk.  No, I haven’t forgotten anything, I think you have.”  Her voice lightly squeaked as her boyfriend kept manipulating her breasts expertly.  More and more the frightening red eyes pushed away from Casey’s mind, caving into the loving tension that was rising in the air and within her.  Backing up her few broken words, Casey wanted to draw her big man into the folds of passion.  Slowly moving her hips in circles over his stiffness, she made sure to grind the wet lace into his tight cotton. “Hot was it?  Explain why you are hot to the touch as well, not to mention this..”  She pushed herself down harder on his crotch making sure to smear her sexual scent as much as she could.

Caught off guard, Brian bucked his hips once and grabbed Casey’s hips as she slid himself flat. “That is…ama..great.”  He stammered out as the hot and viscous lust from Casey penetrated his briefs, as if a spicy and cinnamon candy had melted over his erection, making him shiver lightly.

Watching as chills erupted from Brian’s hulking form, Casey purred lightly.  She took note of the sparkle within his green eyes, “Look who’s lost their words.”  She leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue speak for her.  She felt his arms slide up her form and pull her closer, sending a rush of joy and heat through her swimmers frame.  The last vestiges of the nightmare swept away from Casey’s mind as they continued their embrace.  Heat pulsing harder with every twist of their bound tongues, Casey found herself reluctant to pull their lips apart until she could no longer hold her breath.  Pulling their lips apart slow enough that they stuck for a moment, Casey breathed deeply and contently once they had finally parted. -Even kissing him is..don’t think it Rivers, say it!-  “Oh, Brian…”  she panted, still trying to get her breath, “...Kissing you drives me cra…”  

Brian licked his lips, wanting more of the twisted action that he and Casey just had and pulled his girlfriend back into another embrace, cutting her off from the little heated speech she was trying to make. Their second kiss completed, he let out a pleasing grunt, “...crazy.”  Brian finished the sentence for his girlfriend.  Unable to control the twitching in his drenched briefs, the big man sighed heavily and began shaking in earnest under the gyrations, “Pl..” Brian sputtered and lost himself to the pleasure, his hands racing up to pull Casey’s hair and enjoy her squirm under the pressure. 

Pulling her hair drove something heated and primal into the young swimmer's chest, making Casey let out a sinful gasp. “Crazy.”  She reaffirmed and kissed her way down the strong and taut muscles she enjoyed so much.  Casey knew she loved every inch of the man she was straddled over, and meant to prove it with more than just a pair of wet underwear.  Kissing both of his hips quickly, Casey looked at Brian with a hot and playful look after his heady plea. “Just a little more, mmmhmm, vanilla.”  She winked and pulled his briefs down.

Brian felt himself freed from the titillating grip of his underwear and frantically wiggled them down his legs until he could kick them across the room. “Wh…do..”  He stammered to say between contractions where Casey kissed her way down, driving him further into a frenzy.  

Casey covered her mouth to stifle a laugh as her boyfriend made the dance to remove the last of his clothes.  Not wanting to show the same erratic activity, she sat back and pulled her thin lace panties off and dangled them in front of Brian before setting them on his nose. “Smell that.”  She mewled.

Brian heard the light giggle coming from his girlfriend just before his senses were overwhelmed in her sexual scent.  Taking the suggestion from Casey, he pressed the sodden garment to his face hard and took a deep breath in.  “Mm, Yes…baby…”  He pulled the scented cloth from his face and started stroking himself with it in his hand. “Crawl up here…I want you so bad.”  Brian gruffly begged.

Purring lightly as she watched her man pump himself with her black lace sent another heated pulse down her spine.  Casey cried out with pleasure as she felt her core become slick and oily, spreading slowly the inside of her thighs. -Just sink down over him!- 

Fighting the urges building within her to cover Brian in her sex, Casey gently pulled his hand free of his throbbing and nearly purple prick, discarding her panties as she did so.  Already on her knees, she merely leaned over and enveloped him within her plump breasts and started pumping slowly, “Oh, yes.  Here I am, show me what you got.”  She teased.  

Brian jumped off the bed and began bucking wildly when the warmth of his girlfriend’s tits surrounded him.  Flexing his hips as if he were nestled within Casey, he fucked her chest in a heated fever, trying to race for his orgasm.  Feeling her tongue and mouth start swirling over his purple and achy head the burly man gave a heavy bassed groan, “Fuck, yes…just like that…don’t stop…” He begged further, his body buzzing with the new sensations.

What started out as an experiment to the swimmer, soon became a desperate attempt to stop the pain that grew with each pump into her bare chest.  Casey initially enjoyed the idea of using her boobs to bring her lover joy and even relished the contorted look that crossed his lips signaling how close his orgasm was every time his dick crested into the open air.  

Living in the moment, she didn’t account for bare friction.  Skin on skin without any sort of lubrication, caused Casey to feel searing red pain flare from skin being fucked raw. -Use Spit!- Her mind pleaded in an effort to salvage the playful shared and intimate moment.  Annoyed with her inability to spit, Casey bent closer to flick her tongue out and capture Brian’s head in her mouth. -Another first, Rivers.-  She told herself.  Swishing as much saliva as possible, Casey kept her lips firmly in place and sucked hard with each thrust. -Yet another feeling that isn’t all that enjoyable.  Being face fucked..how do others do…-  Casey was internally asking when Brian’s dick pulsed once sending a thick salty stream down her throat, almost making her gag.  Not wanting to disturb the pleasure that her big man enjoyed, she held firm until he’d released everything built up.  

Grimacing at the salt-slimy taste she took all of his cum into her stomach where she had trouble keeping it down.  Seconds after the moment passed she reared back on her knees. “Ow, Fuck…”  Casey looked between her breasts and touched the rash that she knew had formed. “That…sucked.”

Brian snapped out of his orgasmic frenzy and leaned up on his elbows, “What?” He muttered, confused.

Casey pointed to her raw sternum. “That’s what.  If I ever do that again, we need something to stop a rash.”

“Why didn’t you stop me then?” The large man asked and sat up, before reaching out to Casey’s chest lightly.

Casey winced when Brian touched her rash. “I was in the moment, you were in the moment.”  She shrugged. “I wanted to be a little playful and give a little more .. ahem…vanilla flavoring.”  

Brian shook his head and let out a light chuckle-snort. “You were playful!  I have never seen you tease me with your…”  He stopped talking and wrinkled his eyebrows as Casey’s rash disappeared before his eyes. “What just happened?”

No longer feeling the pain, Casey looked down and rolled her eyes. “Fuck.”

Brian winked and snapped his fingers, “I bet that is something you can’t discuss, either.”

Casey hopped off the bed and dug out a long tee, “Not really.”  She scratched the middle of her chest nervously before crawling back on the bed. “I can’t explain what you saw either.  Just know that it happened.”

Brian quietly excused himself and after returning from the bathroom, dug out a clean set of his own underwear from the drawer that Casey had given him a year before. “I get the feeling that this has to do with the girl in your dreams too.”  He confessed and settled back on the bed, looking at his girlfriend.

“I can’t talk about it, Brian.”  Casey whispered. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

“You healed right before my eyes, Casey.  That is impossible.”  Brian then pointed to Casey’s knee. “Was that the same way?”

“Yes.”  She answered quickly, noting that Vivienne’s command didn’t hinder her. -So much for the illusion of being hurt.- Casey quickly recalled and shook off. “Being hurt is a moot point.  You have seen the regeneration.”

“Regeneration? .” Brian grabbed his girlfriend's hands, “Is anything stopping me from guessing at what is going on?”

“Not at all.”  Casey smiled and kissed both of his thick hands once. “I just can’t outright tell you anything.”

“Can we focus on the little girl for a moment?” He asked quickly.

“Focus on whatever, I still can’t tell you anything.” Casey reiterated.

Brian started rubbing his temples lightly. “Okay. I know the girl is important, as she showed up in your dreams and you refuse to discuss it deeply.”

“I don’t refuse, I can’t.  I physically can’t talk about it.”  Casey smiled coyly.

“So you want to tell me the answers?”  He looked up.

“More than you know.  I want to tell you everything about me, even if I can’t tell you about Vivienne.”  Casey volunteered.

“I will get to Vivienne, but right now I’m most concerned about this girl.”  Brian lifts Casey’s chin and pulls her into a simple loving kiss, “Can I ask about the girl in general?  Like is the girl real?”

Casey licked her lips and sighed when her man’s hand slipped away from her chin. “Yes and Yes.”

Brian clapped once and smiled. “Progress.” His stomach rumbled and he instinctively clutched his stomach. “That was a hint.  Want to get dressed and get something for breakfast?”

Casey hopped off her bed and walked into the kitchenette and looked around. “You never put away dinner last night?”  She asked while looking at the cold leftover spaghetti.

“It is only a few hours old.”  Brian retorted and heard Casey turn on the stovetop. “That answers the question about breakfast.”

“It would be a shame to waste what you made.”  Casey grinned wide and her heart pitter-pattered looking at the dinner setup from the evening prior. -I was making out with a drummer, he made me dinner.- She took a deep breath and sighed heavily as she let it out. “I never thanked you for dinner last night.  You are too sweet, and no, I don’t want to get dressed.”

Brian got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a black tee that hugged his rippled form. “Okay.”  He joined Casey in the kitchen and hugged her from behind as she stirred the leftovers. “Mmmm, Thank you.”  He pulled back some of her blonde-auburn hair to kiss her neck and noticed four tiny holes almost radiating a soft green highlight. “What in the he…”  He scrubbed his eyes and looked again, the holes having disappeared. 

The ward looked over her shoulder quickly, “Humm?  What were you saying?”

“Forget it.  It isn’t important, I might just be overly hungry.  I am seeing things.”  Kissing the spot where the big man saw the scars, Brian sat down. “The red eyes.  Was that just the dream or did this kid have red eyes?”

Casey opened her mouth to answer and she heard Vivienne's gentle voice and command whispering. “I can’t answer that. You already know about the dream.”

Scratching his goatee and thinking to himself for a few seconds, he came up with another question. “Did you interact with this girl at all?”

“Yes.”  She curtly answered and quickly and washed the plates from the evening before.

“Was it this interaction that caused you to have the nightmare?”  He followed up and helped Casey by drying the plates and placing them to the side.

“Yes.”  She leaned over the pot and took a light whiff, “You make the best spaghetti.”

A dark chill skittered down Brian’s spine and he glanced at Casey and once more noticed the four holes highlighted on her neck. “Is the girl still alive?”

“No.”  Casey looked away from the pot and placed her finger over Brian’s lips. “Whatever you think, keep it to yourself.  Just know that I have to tell Vivienne everything.”  She paused, “I mean, yes, I have to tell her everything, it is also important to know what I want to tell her.”  Casey pulled her finger away and resumed stirring the noodles.

Brian watched as Casey’s form started softly glowing like the holes in her neck as she spoke about her job and Vivienne. “I have never seen your eyes gloss over like they just did.  You mentioned Dr. Moreau and it was like a switch turned on, you really like her.”

“I love her, Brian.”  Casey felt the warmth of the words touching her heart, and mindlessly touched the four outlined scars on her neck.

Brian slowly mulled over the answers that his girlfriend had given him, and he walked to her dirty clothes. “Did you have anything to do with the girl's death?”  He asked while running his hands over an obvious blood stain on Casey’s filthy jeans.

Casey now saw Vivienne’s multifaceted blue eyes clouding her mind.  She sighed with delight and responded with a lost tone, “I can’t answer that.”  She waited a moment and continued, “What I saw shook me up, Brian.  I just don’t know how to deal with it.”

He tossed the foul smelling pants back over in the corner where they were and once more gripped Casey by her waist, “I want to be a psychologist, but I am not one yet.”  He chuckled, “Something you can’t discuss is tied to this girl’s death.  I guess that also would explain your condition last night.  Soot on your face means a fire of some kind.”  He let go of his girlfriend’s waist when she plated the reheated spaghetti and sat down. “It was gruesome enough that it gave you the nightmare, you even asked me who would do that to someone so young.”

Casey set the plates on the small table and waited for Brian to sit down before she joined him.  Twirling a bite of pasta on her fork she finally affirmed what he’d been saying. “Right.  All of it.  I just can’t keep what I saw…”  She dropped the fork and put her face back in her hands, crying softly.

Brian dropped to his knees beside Casey and pulled her into a tight hug, “That’s it.  Let it out.  I’m here.”  He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t see where it was anything you did, it’s just the memory of it all.”  Petting Casey’s long locks he whispered, “You live in the moment, it’s what I love about you.  This was just one horrible moment.  Do whatever you need to let the moment pass, I am here with you.”