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To Belong	By : BringtheHawt Category: +A through F > Bioshock Views: 20677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: First, thanks for the reviews and votes! It feels great knowing people enjoy your work.
A few people requested a full story so I decided to incorporate some plot. If you're just looking for the sexing, skip to the last scene. :D
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Elizabeth didn't know the future of this tear. She could not fathom why, either. Her powers could pierce through multiple dimensions, allowing her to peek and venture wherever she wished. And yet, this tear she had chosen for herself had kept its secrets of the future from her.
The infant's cries had stirred Elizabeth from the depths of slumber. She had silently left Booker's bed, careful not to wake him, to check on the troubled infant. The dark-haired beauty put on a button-down shirt she found hanging in DeWitt's closest, for lack of anything else to wear, before venturing to Anna's ridiculously tiny nursery room.
Sad little room. Possessed nothing more than a crib.
She stepped to the crib and gazed down to Anna. The sight of the younger version of herself filled her with both anxiety and affection.
What if I stay ... ? She wondered, gripping the side of the crib. I could ... help Booker raise her ... He certainly needs me, she'll need me. I can stay... I can help them, and have a normal life. Just as I always wanted.
The truth was motherhood had been something she constantly dreamed when she was imprisoned in Colombia. A child to teach, to hold, to laugh with, to love. A child that belonged to her.
Elizabeth reached into the crib to lift Anna and held her gently.
Yes, Anna had a true mother... Booker's lost wife. She had been a client of Booker's: a widow. They both had been so desperate and lonely that they had turned to each other for comfort. Their lustful mistake soon swelled within the widow's body. Booker married her as a result. Yes, they had feelings for each other, feelings that, in some parallels, would blossom into love ... but ultimately the marriage was agreed upon due to their mutual sense of duty to the unborn child. To Anna.
Her true mother's name had been Alice, in this particular reality. Elizabeth had to peek through hundreds of doors to see a glimpse of what her life would have been like if Alice had survived the childbirth. Yet, even in many of those doors, Alice would often die before Anna's third birthday. Elizabeth couldn't understand why her mother possessed so many sorrowful destinies, and eventually found herself unable to investigate the woman further. Its as though fate had chosen to force Booker to endure the difficulties of fatherhood and aging alone, and Alice was simply an unfortunate victim of the ex-soldier's predetermined misery.
Despite her gentle touch and soft whispers, Anna's crying persisted. Perhaps she should feed her ...
The sound of the nursery door opening behind her. For a brief second she wondered if Booker would be angry at all that she touched his child without his permission or supervision ...
"I apologize for touching her. I-"
She turned to face the room's newest occupant, expecting Booker, but the view of a man, a man that very much wasn't Booker, forced a startled pause from her.
"Oh, that's quite all right," the intruder responded with a bit of a smirk, accepting the apology he fully knew wasn't meant for him.
The man, regardless of personal intent, was a rather intimidating image. The stranger was tall. Well over six foot. Certainly taller than Booker. Possibly one of the tallest men she had ever seen. She may have considered him handsome if his deeds and odd demeanor weren't so incredibly bold and off-putting. Light blonde hair, broad-shouldered, oxford glasses, a tasteful suit with a matching homburg hat.
Some kind of debt-collector ... she realized. Due to his sheer size alone, she pegged the mysterious man as a brute, even if the evidence of a muscular form was well-hidden underneath layers of fabric. She quickly recognized why this man was specifically chosen to collect from Booker: They sent a beast to handle a beast...
"Forgive me," he requested, feigning manners by removing his hat, "didn't expect to find such a lovely flower in this dark little hole."
"And what were you expecting to find, in another man's apartment?" Elizabeth quipped sharply, finding his attempt to charm her particularly distasteful.
The large man emitted a mirthful huff, before a single step allowed him to close the gap of the tiny room. The observant girl noticed the shift of his gray eyes toward the infant squirming in her arms. Elizabeth instinctively twisted her upper body to protectively hold Anna away from the odd man's piercing gaze. The act brought another smirk to the intruder's face.
"While I am aware of Mr. DeWitt's savage reputation," eyeing the bruising on her face, "I didn't imagine he'd resort to abusing such a delicate young woman."
Elizabeth was torn between barking out a denial or calling out for Booker. She knew her unique powers could easily remove the man from DeWitt's apartment should this bastard attempt to touch either herself or Anna, but she considered it a last resort. She couldn't imagine being able to claim the normal life she had been fantasizing over if she made blatant use of her powers ... hopefully, this encounter wouldn't warrant such a desperate retaliation.
She finally chose to simply glare at the over-sized intruder, but this only encouraged the strange man to explore the subject further.
"Perhaps you're the sort of woman who enjoys such aggressions," he accused mockingly, taking the time to enjoy the sight of her body: petite but curvy. The intruder couldn't help but wonder if their disproportionate sizes could lead to some intensely erotic exchanges between the pair of them ...
With the bold man's close proximity, Elizabeth suddenly became very conscious of how under-dressed she was. The only piece of fabric on her entire body was Booker's dress-shirt, which barely extended to her mid-thigh. She disregarded her own discomfort before the situation could make her blush.
"Leave. Now," she insisted firmly, "I do not appreciate it when strangers act familiar with me."
"Perhaps introductions are in order then. My name is Noah Reed-"
"-You're a debt-collector," she interrupted.
"I prefer the term negotiator," Noah corrected casually, "my services extend beyond debt collection, though I do admit that happens to be my purpose here today. Tell me, my dear, have you any idea how much debt Mr. DeWitt has incurred with that nasty gambling addiction of his?"
"Enough to hire a well-dressed thug to break into his home to claim it?"
The Negotiator chuckled. Noah Reed certainly found himself intrigued. Most women would have screamed or attempted escape in this sort of situation ... but here this dainty little morsel was, matching his eyes with glares and returning his words with insults, all while cradling an infant. Such an impressive spirit. Reed observed the woman's pretty blue eyes for a quiet moment.
"Mind clarifying something for me?" Reed requested smoothly, and proceeded before another insult could pass through the spunky woman's lips, "to my knowledge, Booker DeWitt's wife is dead. Yet in his home I find a mysterious young woman who bares a striking resemblance to his only known child. Are you somehow related to Mr. DeWitt or his late wife?"
Elizabeth hissed her response: "I fail to see how such information would help you collect your debt-"
"-DeWitt's debt, not mine," the unnerving man corrected, "I handle my own finances responsibly."
"You'll receive no information from me, Mr. Reed," she promised, "and you've overstayed your welcome."
"Mm," he sighed, taking a moment to examine her resolute expression, "I'm occasionally sympathetic to the debtors I've been hired to collect from ... excessive medical bills, unforeseen disasters, unexpected unemployment. I can't say Mr. DeWitt and his self-imposed destitution ranks on the list. From what I've heard, the man would sell his own mother to enjoy a night of high-stakes gambling ... "
Elizabeth grimaced. The infuriating man's words pierced her more deeply than he could have imagined.
Noah considered her obvious discomfort an opportunity. The Negotiator moved even closer to her, and the frustrated brunette found herself backing up against the wall to prevent their bodies from touching. Their position was practically ... intimate, made particularly deplorable by the fact that she was half-naked with no appropriate undergarments. Then there was the fact that the man's abdomen was nearly touching the crying infant in her arms ... It was suddenly a struggle for Elizabeth not to forcefully remove this man from DeWitt's apartment using her tears.
"That miserable sot doesn't deserve such a treasure," as the man brazenly leaned forward, resting his forearm along the wall beside Elizabeth's head, "why choose a man who cannot properly provide for a woman? A violent, hollow, penniless drunk ... "
"I suppose you want to recommend yourself as a more worthy suitor," she retorted, furious blue eyes boring into Noah's confident expression. The man had been studying her lips and jawline as she spoke ... "You're a despicable man, Mr. Reed."
"Forgive my boldness," he murmured as that half-smirk returned to his face, blatantly ignoring her threat, "but you're rather beautiful. I've come today to discuss a potential installment plan for Mr. DeWitt's debts ... I'd be more than willing to accept your company as the first of his payments."
The dark-haired beauty looked visibly repulsed by the suggestion, causing Noah to laugh softly.
"Something about all these haughty little glares and insults of yours," as a gloved hand reached toward her cheek, "makes me want to tame you."
Elizabeth considered those words, along with his unwanted proximity, along with the hand about to touch her cheek, enough reasons to justify using her powers. As she mused over exactly how much bodily harm she'd inflict on this so-called negotiator, she opened her palm to begin to summon a tear ...
There was the sound of a gun clicking. Noah and Elizabeth turned to the doorway to spy Booker DeWitt standing in the doorway, a Colt model pistol aimed at the intruder's head. He had managed to get dressed into his suspenders and trousers before realizing there had been some sort of invasion into his home.
The young beauty couldn't help but smile. The sight of DeWitt wielding a gun brought back some bizarrely fond memories.
"Step away from them," Booker instructed gravely.
The blonde man released an amused sigh, turning back to Elizabeth to flash her a quick wink, before stepping toward DeWitt. The strange man purposely positioned himself in front of the two females, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Elizabeth briefly mused over the odd act. She would have sooner expected the Negotiator to attempt to use herself and Anna as shields ... rather than boldly blocking them from Booker's line of sight. Was it the man's extreme arrogance?
"Greetings, Mr. DeWitt. My name is Noah Reed. I do find humor in the fact that our initial meeting involves you aiming a semi-automatic pistol at me ... You certainly live up to your reputation."
"Give me a reason not to shoot you."
"I can list several: I am unarmed, this is a new suit, violence in front of a lady is socially reprehensible,-"
"-Not impressed with your list so far-"
"- it'd be extremely difficult to hide such a large corpse, Governor John Dix's preferred punishment for those guilty of manslaughter is electrocution, and it's a rather sordid achievement to murder a man in front of your daughter before her first birthday, wouldn't you agree?"
"Wipe that smug look off your face," DeWitt snarled as his lips twisted into a frown, still aiming the pistol at the trespasser's face.
Noah made no effort to change his mockingly calm smile, hands still raised.
With a frustrated snort, DeWitt lowered his weapon before uttering: "Get out. I'll meet you streetside."
"As you wish," as the negotiator dropped his hands. The blonde man twisted to glance at the half-naked beauty standing behind him before asking: "May I have your name, miss?"
"You may not," Elizabeth responded humorlessly, cradling the still-crying Anna.
Reed smiled as he replaced his hat onto his own head: "Such a plucky damsel."
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Noah left the apartment per DeWitt's insistence, leaving behind a flustered Booker and a dispirited Elizabeth.
"That was a debt-collector. A dangerous one. Why'd you let him in my apartment?" DeWitt growled, moving to claim his infant from the emotionally-wounded female.
"I didn't! I ... wouldn't have answered the door like this," referring to the single garment that adorned her body.
The ex-Pinkerton glared at her: "He had you both trapped in there. Why didn't you call out for help?"
"I ... was scared," Elizabeth lied, holding herself regrettfully. The truth certainly wasn't an option: I have dimension-twisting powers and I wanted to be able to use them on that ridiculous bastard without you knowing.
The lie did stifle some of Booker's anger. He sighed, replacing Anna into the crib and ushering the conflicted woman out of the nursery.
"Listen, Elizabeth. I had a gun aimed at that man's head and he didn't even flinch. He's the despicable type. My type. And he expressed an interest in you ... -"
"- I'm not afraid of him, Mr. DeWitt -"
"- Okay, that's fine. You're not afraid of him, but I am. You're not safe here, Elizabeth. Not when a man like that knows you're here," Booker pressed on even as her pretty face adopted a betrayed look, "you can't stay. I don't need a dead girl on my conscience right now. "
Elizabeth looked away, jaw muscles clenched tight as she struggled to hold back tears. The sight of her nearly made DeWitt recant everything.
Nearly.
"We'll finish this conversation when I'm done speaking with him," the ex-soldier promised. Booker returned to his room to finish getting dressed. On his way out of the apartment, without even sparing the heart-broken female a glance, he muttered coldly: "And don't touch Anna."
But on his way outside to meet with Noah, he silently lectured himself: Are you really going to do this to the poor girl, Booker? Lie beside her one night, drive her from your apartment the next?
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Stepping outside, Booker noticed Noah leaning against the wall of the apartment building, smoking a cigarette.
"Let's get two things straight, mister," DeWitt snarled, approaching the debt-collector, "one, if I catch you in my home again, I'll shoot you."
"I understand. - Care for a smoke?" It was a purposely patronizing offer. Noah wasn't particularly intimidated by the ex-Pinkerton's threat.
"Two, that girl is a client. Nothing more."
"Nothing more, you say?" The tall man murmured, watching the ex-soldier's expression skeptically as he exhaled smoke.
"Nothing more," Booker repeated.
"Mm," Reed sighed with a taunting smirk, deciding to test the other man's claim: "then you wouldn't mind if I fucked her, I take it?"
"... Do as you wish," the ex-soldier responded. Though as the words left his mouth he suddenly realized he very much hate the thought of anyone else touching Elizabeth. Still, he knew the debt-collector was simply attempting to provoke him.
"I see," the gray-eyed man responded evenly, deciding DeWitt was a terrible liar. He took a long drag of his cigarette, allowing Booker's apprehension to deepen, before asking: "What is your lovely client's name?"
"I'm not sharing my client's personal information with you."
Reed revealed his amusement: "We haven't even begun to discuss business and you're already lying to me ... "
The words caused Booker's frustrations to escalate.
"Listen to me! I barely know her. Hurting her isn't going to-"
"- Why would I ever hurt her, Mr. DeWitt?" Noah interrupted gravely. Suddenly the man who had been alternating between mocking smirks and insincere smiles adopted a look of icy severity.
The implication of Booker's words saturated the air between them: they both fully understood DeWitt would be unable to pay back his debt.
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Ernest Jacoby stroked his mustache. He was watching Booker DeWitt converse with his boss, Noah Reed, from across the street. Jacoby decided the two of them were an Interesting sight. If all the rumors and research he and Noah had exhaustively collected on their latest target were true, then he was currently looking at the two most dangerous men he knew: "The White Injun" and "The Negotiator."
There were both similarities and differences, of course. Both men were accomplished murderers, and both had a reputation for incredible violence and bloodlust. But DeWitt was a soldier, a man who belonged on the battlefield, an accomplished marksman who could survive incredible odds due to his extreme ruthlessness and combat skill.
Noah, conversely, was a sub-par shot and had never served in the military. At a young age, It was that large, muscular body of Reed's that drew the attention of local mafia members. Sure, it was easy enough to learn how to look and act tough in a city such as this, but being over six-and-a-half feet tall gave Noah a unique advantage. The mafia had thorough instructors and Reed was an apt student: the boy became a fearless man, an unrivaled brawler and a sadistic murderer in their hands. The entirety of New York City's criminal underworld knew the name Noah Reed.
Ernest continued to watch them. The Negotiator looked calm as ever, casually smoking his cigarette as they spoke. DeWitt, alternately, conveyed multiple emotions: apprehension, regret, anger. Booker tossed an infuriated shout at Noah, who responded with laughter ... deepening the ex-Pinkerton's frustrations. Ernest briefly wondered if things were about to get violent.
Don't do it, DeWitt. You can outdraw him but you can't outfight him.
Ernest suddenly found himself imagining what a fight between the two brutes would be like. Yes, at a distance and with a ranged weapon, DeWitt would secure an easy victory. But up close? As close as they were now? The advantage belonged to the very powerful Noah.
Ernest figured one of these days ... someone, from a safe location, was going to unload a complete chamber of bullets into Reed's back.
Perhaps DeWitt would be that man.
Either way, Ernest wouldn't feel particularly sad that day. In fact, he wouldn't feel sad at all.
After the conversation, Booker disappeared back into the apartment building. Noah finished his cigarette before crossing the street to approach Ernest.
"It's been an interesting morning," the negotiator admitted.
"What terms did you offer him?"
"Payments of 10% biweekly until the debt is fully paid."
"Is he going to be able to pay?" Ernest questioned.
Noah almost laughed.
"No. I saw it in his eyes; Mr. DeWitt has already given up. He's a drunk, extremely depressed, lacks motivation, earns a meager and inconsistent income, is burdened with a motherless infant, has no family willing to assist him nor a single asset in his name ... the list goes on."
"We're going to have to make an example of him, then?" Ernest honestly preferred the happier endings ... the ones that involved successful pay-offs and no torture or murder.
"Undoubtedly," Noah commented impassively, "It's a pity ... He has skills. Valuable skills. I'd consider putting him to work if he weren't a rampant alcoholic."
"He may straighten out if we explain to him his options are indentured servitude or death ... " Ernest offered.
"You're such an optimist, Mr. Jacoby," the tall man teased with that odd smile of his, "are you really so eager to work alongside a man with such a violent reputation?"
"I work with you and Vincenzo ... " with a bit of a shrug, "one more sociopath would really complete the picture."
Reed snorted in amusement. Ernest certainly made a valid point.
"Truth be told I just feel bad for DeWitt's kid," Jacoby sighed. After a moment, he noticed a pensive look on his boss' face, "is something wrong, sir?"
Noah had been thinking about fierce blue eyes.
"There was a lady there. A lady we didn't know about," a pause as he fondly reminisced over her inappropriate choice of clothing earlier, "a lady undoubtedly sharing DeWitt's bed at night."
"Is that surprising? A few of the people we questioned described him as a philanderer."
"She looked remarkably similar to the infant: Anna. I suspect they're related somehow."
"It can't be his wife, obviously ... Did you get this woman's name?"
"No."
"That's uncharacteristically sloppy of you," Ernest pointed out.
"I tried," Noah sighed with a bitter smirk, "but she was quite ... willful."
"Any plans to use her?"
"Not yet. She was certainly a beautiful young lady, though," the Negotiator stated, imagining her. Noah couldn't help but think if she parted her thighs for the correct men, she could probably pay off DeWitt's entire debt within a few weeks, "she was also incredibly strange."
"Strange, sir?"
"She did not fear me. Not even slightly."
"Uh ... was she blind? or simple, maybe?" Ernest questioned, thinking any normal lady would possess a very healthy fear of such a physically-imposing, dangerous man ... especially if he was trespassing into your home.
"Neither," Noah answered with a darkly amused smirk, "She was a petite lass. I had her alone, pinned against the wall ... but she neither screamed nor begged. Instead, threats and insults passed her lips. I wonder ... what sort of woman can glare into the world of men, completely unafraid?"
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When Booker reentered the apartment, he made it his first priority to care for Anna's needs. He cleaned and fed the child, sparing the occasional glance toward a rather despondent Elizabeth seated at the small kitchen table in the corner.
DeWitt played with Anna affectionately ... it always softened his heart when the baby's hands grasped his fingers and tugged at him. An hour later, when the infant finally began to settle, he returned her to her crib and hesitantly approached Elizabeth.
She appeared sad and tired, a look that didn't suit her.
"I'd never do anything to hurt Anna," she muttered, still extremely insulted by his instruction not to touch the infant earlier.
Booker grabbed a chair, moving it so he can sit directly next to the dainty female.
"You realize I've only known you for twelve hours," DeWitt reminded gently.
Elizabeth sighed miserably, refusing to look at the ex-Pinkerton.
" ... I had a dream yesterday. I dreamt men came ... and they took Anna from me," Booker revealed quietly, "I woke up yesterday morning thinking she was gone. Forever."
The blue-eyed beauty cast a sympathetic look toward her father. She wondered if the dream was coincidental or, if somehow, the man who had once been capable of becoming the prophet Comstock saw a reality he shouldn't have.
DeWitt decided it was time to explain his situation to her. Maybe then she'd realize she's not safe with him ...
"That man, that was here. I owe money, and he was hired to collect. He'll murder to get what he wants. Regardless if it's man, woman or child," a pause, "Elizabeth, do you understand why he broke in here?"
"He said something about a payment plan."
"He was scoping the place out, trying to see if I had anything valuable. You know what he found?"
She shook her head.
"He found you, Elizabeth."
Booker watched her quiet, guarded expression. He hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder.
"You, and Anna. I don't know you particularly well, but it'd destroy me if something happened to you on my account," DeWitt murmured earnestly.
Elizabeth's pained look didn't escape his notice. Her vulnerability was further emphasized by the fact that she was wearing nothing more than his shirt. He very much wanted to pull her into his arms, kiss her and apologize ...
"Can you pay back the debt?" She asked quietly.
Booker's grimace answered her question. He had enough money to make the first two payments to Noah ... and if business picked up, maybe he could last a third or fourth payment ... but eventually he'd fall short. Sooner or later, men would show up looking for money, and DeWitt would be unable to pay.
"I'll help you; I will," she whispered, reaching up to gently cup his cheek with her palm, "But I can only do that if you allow me to stay."
Booker eyed her grimly, reaching up to gently grab her hand and remove it from his face. He did, however, find comfort by touching her ... and found himself maintaining his hold on her hand.
They shared a quiet moment.
"You said I could stay, last night. You said I could stay as long as I needed, Mr. DeWitt ... " she reminded him desperately.
"Call me Booker," as he squeezed her palm lightly, "and you can stay until I run out of money. But when that day comes, you gotta go."
"That day won't come," the sweet-hearted girl promised.
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Elizabeth's naturally perky disposition soon returned and DeWitt found her optimism infectious. She even managed to summon a few smiles from him as he warmed up some canned soup for her. Booker's anxieties never truly left his mind but they were certainly dulled by her cheerful nature.
She's a wide-eyed dreamer, that's for sure ... DeWitt decided as he listened to her prattle about plans to visit Paris. Then London. Then Hong Kong. She spoke as though she could visit these places on a whim ... which humored him.
It felt... natural, he realized, as he set down a bowl of Campbell's soup onto the table in front of her. They hadn't had time to sit and converse on simple, light-hearted subjects until now, and Booker decided doing so felt very natural.
Once she started eating, DeWitt found himself suddenly becoming very distracted. If this debt went away ... if by some miracle he paid it off or all the debt-collectors of New York City vanished ... could he live a happy life with this girl?
Booker instantly felt guilt over the silent fantasy. She was young, sweet and happy ... three things he certainly wasn't. He'd just drag her into his dark little world ... filled with thugs and nightmares. Hell, he already was. DeWitt suddenly thought of the way Noah had her cornered in the nursery earlier that morning, close enough that she probably felt his breath on her cheek. What would have happened to her, had he not showed up with a gun?
He felt Elizabeth's bare foot tap him underneath the table.
"What are you thinking about, with such a frown?"
"You, actually," Booker admitted.
After a momentarily discouraged expression, she flashed him a pretty, resolved smile.
"I was unreasonably upset with you, at first, Booker ... when I realized you don't remember me, but ... " Ellizabeth stood up from her chair and, with a bit of a flush on her face, sat down sideways in DeWitt's lap. She crossed her legs, acting very ladylike about the whole thing. She lifted her pinky and tapped its thimble on his lips before whispering: "I now think about it as a second chance. A chance we can ... look at each other without thinking about certain sins."
DeWitt shifted uncomfortably within the chair, struggling not to get aroused by her flirty position. It was an impossible task, especially considering how incredibly sexy she looked in nothing more than his dress-shirt. He briefly wondered how the girl managed to have the sweetness of a maiden and the playfulness of a vixen simultaneously.
"When you think about me," she spoke softly, reaching up to begin to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, "I'd prefer to see a smile."
From Booker's vantage point, the unbuttoning of her shirt slowly revealed her left breast: pert and pale. The tantalizing image encouraged the ex-soldier to build up some resistance. He reached out to stop her hand from unfastening any more buttons.
"Is this going to be a pattern between us? I tell you to leave, you throw yourself at me ... "
"Let's break the cycle, then, Booker," looking into his conflicted green eyes, "stop asking me to leave."
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I don't understand her ...
One of us is confused. I originally believed it was her, but now I'm beginning to think it's me.
I want to tell her no, but I'm just a man. A man in the arms of a beautiful woman.
They were still on the chair, but Booker's trousers and Elizabeth's shirt had been removed. The dark-haired siren was straddling his thighs, kissing his shoulder. Her arms were roped about his neck; his hands were on her back to keep that stunning body pressed into his chest.
"Inside me ... " she whispered impatiently.
She lifted her hips as he took hold of his cock. After a few moments of shifting, he began to slowly push through her tight pussylips. She moaned as her hole clenched Booker's thick pole ... Once again her womanhood was thoroughly resisting the intrusion. The gorgeous girl attempted to spread her legs further, briefly wondering if her stubborn pussy was going to respond like this to every initial penetration.
Booker was squeezing and massaging her thighs and ass, giving the frozen girl a moment to adjust. She was too tight, not as wet as she should be ... her level of inexperience was denying the struggling girl the wild sex she wanted to share with DeWitt. The wild sex she had witnessed in other parallels. She twisted her hips, trying to take more of that shaft up inside of her ... not wanting to disappoint her lover.
The more experienced partner understood what was happening. Elizabeth had only recently lost her virginity and they had skipped the foreplay that would have stimulated her pussy into loosening and lubricating for him ...
"Let me feel you for a moment, Elizabeth," Booker murmured, one arm tightening around her body. Her sensual grip was already causing his cock to strain, even if only about half of it was lodged inside her. He treasured this moment: this beautiful woman was so incredibly eager to please him.
She clung to him, pressing her face into his neck and waited.
After a moment, DeWitt moved a hand to her breast, fingers drawing circles across her nipple before pinching it. Her reaction, a soft moan and a small twist, made him realize her nipples were quite sensitive.
Booker briefly remembered his silent promise the previous night. He decided not to let their collective impatience get in the way of delivering on it.
"Boys think they turn a girl into a woman when they take her virginity," as he tugged her hardening pink bud before suddenly removing himself from her quim. He stood upward, lifting her body and swiftly placing her on the kitchen table, "men realize they only complete a woman after they've fully pleasured her."
Elizabeth found herself both surprised and aroused by the lustful act. She moaned softly when he leaned over her to start kissing and licking her left nipple as he used his hand to twist and tug at her right nipple. She had wonderful breasts, and stimulating them kept him hard.
The wanton female had closed her eyes, focusing on Booker's delicious ministrations. She felt his hands grab hers, and guided them to her own womanly curves. She took the hint, starting to squeeze and pull at her own boobs.
DeWitt, satisfied with Elizabeth's eager compliance, planted kisses and licks down the length of her abdomen before moving between her thighs. He bit her right thigh almost roughly, causing her to gasp. He kissed that same spot, before moving his mouth to her clit.
Her skilled lover's actions made the blue-eyed beauty groan wildly. She felt his chapped lips, his moist tongue, even his smooth teeth touch her slit. She attempted to relax but found herself unable to contain the pleasure, twisting and trembling from the sensual assault on her body.
"Booker ... my body feels amazing," she called out when she felt him shift toward her now dripping pussy. That incredible tongue of his circled her entrance before slipping into her. He lapped at her juices, wiggled his slick tongue within her. It felt so good. That delicious throbbing sensation emerged within her womanhood, "my ... body ... "
Booker stood upward, considering her lusty words his cue. The loss of his touch made her sigh. He carefully lifted her again, shifting her body until she her slender stomach pressed into the table. Wasting no time, he shoved his erection into her slickened pussy.
She groaned. Loudly. DeWitt didn't really care if the neighbors heard them, though. He found himself intensely aroused by the mere sight of her ... that slender back, her curvy rump. He adjusted his position so he could enjoy the sight of his prick disappearing into her gorgeous body.
Elizabeth, later on, would realize the incredible change ... The transformation of her womanhood from being ridiculously uncooperative to this desperate eagerness. Booker began to eagerly shove into her over and over. His thrusts were powerful, unrelenting... and all she could do was clutch the sides of the table, moan, and receive his swollen shaft.
The pace of DeWitt's motions quickened. His hands were on Elizabeth's hips, tugging her body as he speared forward into her moist, warm passage. Her taste was in his mouth, her hole was massaging him. She was everything. Nothing else existed but her.
Elizabeth's body felt incredibly hot and she now understood her lover was about to give her a complete experience. Those repeated plunges deep within her produce a level of pleasure she had never felt before. There were amazing pulsing sensations in the tips of her breast and in her pinkened cunt, and she realized her passions were about to explode.
"Booker!"
The man groaned when he felt her body spasm around his pistoning dick. DeWitt continued his grunting and thrusting, thinking he never wanted to be with any other woman. The swelling of his prick and testicles made his movements nearly frantic. When he reached his own climax he pulled out, squirting cum on her rump and thighs.
They took a moment to recover ... trying to calm their own breathing and heartbeats. Afterwards, they shifted. Soon he was back in the chair, with the soiled female in his lap. They were gently kissing, arms wrapped around each other.
"You're so beautiful, Elizabeth," he murmured appreciatively.
"That ... was incredible," she whispered with a content sigh.
The man couldn't agree more.
In fact, he couldn't think of a single experience with any other woman that had felt as fulfilling as this.
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Author's Note: This chapter took longer than expected because it was about twice the length of the first chapter and I also had to do some fact checking. For example I wasn't sure if words like 'manually' or 'fuck' were being used back in the early 1900s, or if they had fridges yet, or what guns were commonly used, fashion/undergarments, etc.
Anyway! Let me know if you guys like the direction it's going in and/or want more. I introduced some conflict and a villain if you guys want me to make an actual story here. Reviews and votes really inspire me to write so I appreciate anyone who takes the time to do so. Thanks again for reading!
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