Title: All That Matters
Author: Shana Nolan
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: will send you a txt copy ASAP, Darry.
Disclaimers: Song lyrics by GooGoo Dolls. And even tho we KNOW who it is, I never mention his name, so... he's mine! Hahah! I win! (but still don't sue)
Comments:
--This is pure PWP. Mary Sue w/o the characterisations-- or maybe this is the complete embodiment of hormones on paper. No humour, no angst, no drama, no plot. I was thinking about that one-liner thing, and then song lyrics, and then the comment I think Emmy once made about how quickly one could get the General nekkid in a fic. Then I flatlined myself with it.
--This is for Caeryn and Diebin. {{{hugs}}} They've put up with a lot of my recent whining. They deserve a reward.

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"...And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life..."

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 And that's all you can you can ask of him. His touches, feverish embraces, alight over your skin as his mouth devours your tears, your sweat, your everything, as you try to keep focused on this moment. He's here, he's holding you and he wants you. It's all that matters. With a furtive growl he says your name, making you shudder, his fingers tugging anxiously at the buttons of your shirt, trying to free you from your cloth prison. You can't help but stand there, letting him do it, his hips pressed into yours as you sway back and forth to your heartbeat, strong and demanding in your chest as your blood turns to crimson heat. You sigh, murmuring his name in response, trying to feel the rippling of sound in your throat, but it's only him. Only now.

It's all that matters.

A thumb finds the button that looms over your bra and rips it, peeling away the layer of cloth, his hands falling over your breasts, finding the already hardened nipples begging for attention, running his fingers over them, drawing circles across the howling nerves. Dropping away from your neck, his mouth falls to one of them, his moist lips curling around and melding their heat around it. You cry out, rocking forward, feeling yourself caught in the hold of one of his hands at your hip, his fingers curled into your waist as he suckles the nipple to an aching agony. The hand not at your hip rubs along your back, catching on the partially disrobed shirt, pushing at the waistband of your pants, trying to expose more of your flesh to the air.

You shudder again as his mouth leaves one nipple for the other, his tongue drawing across the puckered skin with a slick tip, his breath sharp and hot from his nostrils as he exhales. Letting one of your hands tangle in his hair, he pauses to raise his head up, regarding you with sharp teal eyes, irises darkened with need.

You try to make a sound, try to say something, to beg him for more, wishing desperately to answer his need, to answer your own, but it only sounds like a moan, and before you can stop it, his face is level to yours again, his hands up from your lower torso to slide your shoulders free of your shirt, dropping the straps of your bra down your arms. He watches you for a moment, your eyes locked on his form, his bare chest and the trails of water from his dripping hair all you can seem to focus on.

With a quick sweep of movement he takes your view away, his lips falling on yours, parting them, the silken hardness of his tongue slipping into your mouth and sliding along your own tongue, devouring your taste, his hand rising up to cup behind your head and tilt your head back, capturing your lower lip for a moment and nipping it, running the edges of his teeth along the soft inside, your moan driving him back into your mouth after a quick gasp of air, his smell infiltrating your nose, the wet velvet of his tongue taking your mouth, feeling the edges, pressing hard against your own as your eyes close reflexively. His entire body leans into you and there is suddenly no more air left between the two of you as he slips his hand from your hair to death wrap around your waist, pulling you close enough to him to feel the pounding of his heart, the curve of pf his pelvis a stark contrast to the searing bulge of fabric that presses urgently into your mound, begging for attention, begging for need.

You feel yourself suddenly dropped to the ground, your knees crashing to the floor as his own knees meet it, the bounce rubbing you hard against his front, causing him to groan into your mouth as the friction becomes unbearable in his groin, the burning growing to a raging fire fit to light the skies themselves. Unwrapping from your waist, the hands fall to your pants, pushing you away to free the button and zipper, pulling them open, his fingers slipping in under the fabric to slide urgently between your legs, the sharp press of his fingerpads electrifying against you sex, the thin layer of panties wet with your juices as he strokes back and forth, making you writhe hard, whimpering as he frees your mouth finally, sliding his flushed lips down your front.

Wedging a knee partially between your own, he shifts you backwards a little, his free hand bracing you as you arch your back, your hips involuntarily moving to the rhythm of his fingers, the tight coil in your loins begging for the building release. You feel his hair slide across your bare skin, giving over to the shiver, panting now, feeling his middle finger curving up just a bit to work at your opening. You bite your lip, your head falling back into air, gasping when he removes his hand, pulls you up taller on your knees and wraps his fingers around the edges of pants and panties, sliding them down quickly, the sharp movement shaking you as you try to take a deep breath. You can't; there's no steady breathing here. Your heart is a drum pounding inside your ribcage.

Rocking you off your knees and yanking your legs bare of cloth, he slides up behind you, a hand slipping down your spine to fall at your buttocks, massaging the curves with a hard caress, his fingers grazing over flushed skin, working between your thighs to touch the now exposed flesh with his fingers again, loving a caress of his hand against your folds before pressing tight circles into your clit, causing you to rear back right into his grip, his other hand sliding up over your front, alighting over your breasts before hooking at your chin, tilting your head back to expose your throat, his head sliding next to yours.

You can feel his breath on the underside of your chin now, short and harsh like your own as his lips fall to the flesh just above your jugular, suckling at the skin as the encased blood pulses hard against his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing at the reddening surface, your audible gasp strangled as his finger penetrates you, the digit rasping against your inner walls, milking the shuddering energy free from your form.

You fall into the dizzying sensation, his finger joined by another as he begins to thrust them in and out, matching the gyrations of your hips as you thrust against him, only your head restrained by his vampiric grip on your neck. Your eyes roll back in you head and you drop your head on his shoulder, one of your hands hooking into his curved neck, the nails digging in as his teeth press harder against your throat, the other hand grasping tightly at air, the arm muscles tensed with agonising need. Withdrawing his fingers once, sliding them through your labia to run torturous designs into the aching nerves, you bite your lip, a tear welled in the corner of an eye as the orgasm builds to the point of pain inside you, your desperate moves against his hands fueled by screaming instinct.

Pressing his fingers as hard as he can into you, he cups you with his hand, listening to your rising gasps of staccato breath, the intensity of climax tightening your throat and abdomen at once. When you cry out, falling violently against him, a gentle bite on his part is placed at your throat just as you hit the breaking point, and you shudder through the shaking release, the sweat no longer restrained on your body as the waves hit you, blurring your sight and reducing your muscles to spasms.

Abandoning your neck and sex, he steps away a bit to let you curl up in the floor, hooking your knees up in a relaxed manner as you let your back touch the floor, your hair pooling around your head. Through the din in your ears you can hear the shift of clothing, and the pants that had been put on after he had stepped out of the shower are back off again, his bare flesh exposed to air.

You can hear his gasp of relief as his hand falls to his no longer restrained member, running the fingers he used on you over his own flesh, the organ quivering in his hand as he strokes his hand to the tip, the weeping bits of moisture mixing with yours on his fingers. Lingering by himself for only a few moments, the curl of your hips no longer resistible, he crawls over on his knees to push one of your legs to the floor, straddling your hips, dropping down to press you into the floor, the rise of his pelvis meeting yours, the hard tip of his erection pressing gamely against your clit. Pushing the hair off your forehead he parts your lips once more, exploring your mouth, your attempts at deep breaths pressing your breasts into his bare chest, the ends of his hair falling on your cheek.

Pulling him down into you, you tangle a hand into his hair, your other hand finding his back and feeling the small of his back as it curves into the hard formed muscle of his buttocks, turning your nails to his flesh and grazing them over a cheek, making him jerk, the movement sliding him nearer your opening. Curling your calves around his legs, clamping him down, you arch your hips into his, trying to find that right angle for him to fill you, a growl manifesting in his throat as he rears back his head to lock a gaze with you. You blink, licking your lips and digging your nails into his back again, the wash of pleasurable pain sweeping across the irises.

Rearing back, bracing himself with one hand he wedges a hand between your two bodies and grasping his length, nestles it right at your opening, the tip pressing into you with its heat. Arching your hips, he hisses through his teeth and rocks forward suddenly, yanking free his hand to brace himself and arch his back up and loom partially over you, filling you with the rolling forward of his hips. You cry out again, the friction of flesh against flesh finding yet unused nerves, watching him watching you with intense eyes as he begins to thrust in and out, drawing his hips back into yours with crushing passion.

You pull at his waist with your hands, drawing him down to press his body into yours, desperate to feel the curve of his ribcage, the wind of his breathing against your neck. Withdrawing completely and then plunging back in, your wail of a breath spurring him on, he drops down into your embrace, waiting until his hands are hooked under your shoulders to roll, setting his back on the floor, your body above him, your hips set upon his as the re-positioning shifts him inside you, the quick brush of his curls against your mound sending a rivulet of energy through you as he arches his hips up, an open mouthed smile parting his lips as you shudder. Dropping your head to his shoulder, feeling a hand tangle into your hair as he snaps back to lay his back flat against the floor, the tightness of his own building need making it impossible to walk away, you sigh vocally.

Swaying your hips, riding him, you gasp as he once more moves, parting his legs and arching off the ground, dropping you back to the floor as he balances in a half sitting position, one of his hands sliding over your chest and underneath the disheveled fabric of your bra to knead your breast as he presses his aching member inside you again, your perpendicular angle driving him deeper.

Clawing at the ground, you give over to the little cries of building pleasure, your legs laid over his, your back arched off the ground. His hand slips free from your breast to slide down your stomach, drifting gently over the rise of your abdomen, reaching the patch of dark curls, his thumb working a trail through them to fall at your clit, pressing into the nerves, sliding through the wetness to play at your folds, groaning as your muscles clench at the orgasm building anew within you.

With an abandon he begins to thrust harder, delving deeply against your inner walls, his tip rubbing over sensitive spots, the tightening in his own organ making him close his eyes, his fingers working counter to his hips as you writhe along with the carnal rhythm, restrained only by the hand at your waist.

Biting your lip you feel it again, cresting over you in white heat as his fingers rasp circles over your clit, the nerve snapping with release again, his moan of pleasure over the muscles clamping on his length barely audible over the roaring ocean inside your ears. Thrusting with utter abandon, working himself hard to the breaking point through your all over shudders, his hands lock at the hook of your hips.

Panting hard, waves still striking you, you hear his half-growled moan as his back arches sharply, his movements freezing for an integral moment just before his body shakes, his lips quivering as he closes his eyes. The rush of liquid heat makes you shiver, your hips arching up a final time just before he topples onto you, dropping his head to your own, his breath short and thready, his hands wrapping around your head as he takes a feathery kiss from your lips.

Withdrawing from you, pulling you up from the floor and curling your back up against his in a loving embrace, he curls up on the floor, tucking you into the curve of his hip, nuzzling his face in your hair. You drowsily purr, tightening his arms around you, the whisper of sated sleep teasing you, tempting you to join him as he settles into rest.

And in that moment just before you join him, you understand. He's not just a General, he's your General.

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"...You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now..."

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