fateandfortune | Just two vampires, traveling the galaxy... [For Todd the Wraith]

Relying on the advice of old female friends in her head (an odd experience), she managed to drink up every drop he produced, the slightly salty taste strange but not unpleasant. She continued to stroke him until his body calmed, just as he had with her, and when he'd relaxed she finally pulled back, running a finger along the corner of her mouth to be sure there were no lingering traces of him there.

Moving up the bed, she settled on her side beside him, slipping her arm across his stomach and wrapping one of her legs around his. She may have looked like the cat that ate the canary as she gave him a satisfied smile and set a kiss on his shoulder.

Todd moved to lay on his side, facing Rogue, leaning in to kiss her, caressing his knuckles along her stomach, the welts on his own long gone by now.

He broke the kiss to kiss her neck, the attention slow, lazy, still coming down from his climax high.

"How'd you manage with Remy?" he asked, curious, fingers teasing along her waist now.

This sort of slow, easy moment was just as wonderful as the ones they'd just shared. In a way, she felt personally closer to Todd like this than before.

"Gloves, and silk, mostly," she answered, her own fingers tracing along his jaw before disappearing up into his hair. "It's a thin material that feels wonderful against the skin. And for what we just did, condoms were extremely helpful."

He vaguely knew of a material akin to what she was talking about. Those who used it were either very wealthy or had gotten hold of enough of the material to make clothes to entice other for sex.

Todd closed his eyes as she slid a hand back into his hair. She'd have to decide on a new hair decoration for him later on.

His eyes opened again at that last bit she mentioned, brow creasing in confusion. "What is a condom?"

She should have seen that one coming.

"It's a device used to prevent pregnancy and the spread of disease," she explained, trying to find the right terms that he would understand. "It's usually made of latex, like the gloves doctors use, and there are all sorts of different textures and even flavors available to increase pleasure for both parties. The chocolate flavored ones were a staple for us," she admitted with a grin and a hint of a blush creeping up her neck.

He blinked at her as she explained and was quiet a long while trying to absorb this...new information.

"Earth must be rather boring if you had so much time to come with an edible...doesn't that defeat the purpose of preventing diseases?" he asked "Wouldn't ingesting it just infect you anyway?"

Fortunately the only transferable disease between human and wraith had been the Hoffan drug. Any sexually related diseases if transferred to the wraith would not take to the new host thanks to their healing abilities. And while Wraith shared some DNA with humans, they couldn't reproduce together. Of course over the years some females tried to pull that they'd gotten pregnant thanks to a wraith, but in the end, it'd always been them fooling around with the male worshipers.

She was so much better at explaining how to properly use a condom to teenagers than she was about how one worked to a wraith. If she'd had one to demonstrate with, it would have been easy, but without a shared context it was proving rather difficult.

"They're not edible, at least not usually unless they're designed to be," she corrected. "Sorry, I'm not explaining it very well. It's sort of like wearing a glove, and everything is collected inside it and then thrown away."

She paused for a moment, thinking over his comment and then smirking. "Humans on Earth have spent a lot of time coming up with creatives things for sex, though," she admitted. "Edible underwear, oils that warm or cool when used, all sorts of toys and types of clothing. They're usually advertised as ways of keeping things from getting boring in a relationship."

He didn't see how a relationship could become boring within a wraith's life time let alone a human's very short one. But perhaps, thanks to not having to deal with any species outside their own, humans had come to lead a very simple life on earth. So simple apparently that they could use their time to create edible undergarments...and everything else Rogue just mentioned.

"Strange world you come from" he chuckled, caressing her skin again

Rogue laughed quietly and shook her head, grinning as she told him, "You have no idea."

Her fingers combed through what she could easily reach of his wild hair, working around the braids and knots as she found them. She was actually quite looking forward to placing her mark on him in that way, with something tangible that she would be able to see and appreciate. It was sort of thrilling to think about, especially since the entire crew would end up knowing it was she who had put the new decorations there.

"Well, now I have a little idea" he chuckled

The wraith let her play as she liked, figuring she was thinking about what sort of decorative braid or knot to mark him with. Earth humans, as they'd just established, were quite bizarre and had a lot of time on their hands. No doubt hair was among the things they'd come to stylize as unique as their...edible underwear.

As she seemed indecisive on the matter for the moment, he leaned in to kiss her again, nipping her throat and pressing close.

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She leaned into that touch, arching against him slightly and making a sound almost akin to the human version of a purr. These were the moments she lived for, the little gestures and simple touches that she wouldn't trade for anything in this galaxy. It was a wonderful thing to feel close to someone, and she was so grateful that he'd given that to her.

"I wish I could show you my world," she told him in a soft, almost breathy voice. "The way it used to be. It was full of so many amazing things before the war." Before the world had begun to die because of so much hated and death. Her grip on him tightened just a little at the thought, as she pressed that much closer to him - as if he could chase away the awful memories.

"Sheppard allowed me pre-recordings called 'films' during my time dealing with the gene therapy. Like books, they range from the fictional to the historic, to the practical and documentation of the world they left behind, if temporarily."

They took a very short time to go through compared to a book or even the hologram room, which was not used other than when he took a tour of the city as it used up a lot of power and there was little on it that was not already in the Lantean database. Todd enjoyed the films, everything from animal life, to the wars that consumed the entire world, twice. Quite fascinating and gave him an insight to a planet he'd likely never get to set foot on without being under guard.

Rogue smiled at his words, her hand leaving his hair to smooth across his shoulder and down his arm. It gave her an almost heady feeling to be able to touch him like this, to touch anyone really, but Todd especially. With his strength and cunning, his kindness and the care he held for his crew, he truly was amazing. And here she was, lounging in his bed. How funny the universe could be.

"I used to love watching movies. I'd curl up on the couch with Remy and we'd have ice cream or popcorn and watch... all sorts of things. Spy thrillers, monster flicks, crazy sci-fi adventures..." She chuckled quietly. "My life feels a bit like one of those films now, far too strange to possibly be reality."

"Perhaps upon our next visit to Atlantis we can watch a few films" he suggested. "But for now..." his fingers teased along her ribs and then up to her chest, caressing just under a breast. "I think we both have other ideas in mind" he purred, leaning in to brush his lips along her own, teasingly pulling away when she tried to meet them.

Todd wasn't the least bit worn by their fun together and wanted more of Rogue. Her moans, her gasps and groans, all of it. They'd barely scratched the surface of what fun they could enjoy.

Rogue made a quiet sound of protest when he pulled away, narrowing her eyes playfully at him for just a moment. Such a tease, and she absolutely loved it.

"I do like the way you think," she murmured, the words little more than a breath before she darted forward to press her lips to his in a hungry kiss. She wanted more of him as well, and her hand slipped around his back to caress that sensitive cartilage over his spine.

Todd grinned against her mouth as she eagerly wanted more. He was curious as to how she'd want him. Wraith enjoyed a variety of positions just like humans, but the female was the one who picked. If it was two males, the higher ranking one chose. Over the years he'd found no preference to one position or another. All depended on his partner and the overall fun.

He thrummed in pleasure as she caressed his spines and in return, he broke the kiss to nip her throat and the nape of her neck, pressing closer to her.

She arched her neck to give him better access, moaning quietly at the gentle pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers continued down his spine, tracing each ridge as if she was tasked with memorizing them, her touch soft because she didn't want to hurt what she'd gathered was quite a sensitive area.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she told him in a low voice, her other hand wrapping around the back of his neck to scratch lightly at the skin there. "I trust you." To not hurt her, to stop if she asked him, to understand if something was too much.

The extra attention to his spine had the old wraith letting more than a few low groans escape, and for a moment he allowed himself to enjoy her actions. He wasn't with a queen, no need to devote as much time as possible to her. She apparently liked hearing his noises as much as he did hers and they were in no rush to be elsewhere. Dinner was several hours off, didn't need to be there for awhile yet.

Todd listened to her and chuffed in reply, and was only too pleased to comply. He rolled her onto her back again, settling between her legs and delivering a crushing kiss. The fingers of his left hand wrapped around her right wrist and pinned it against the pillow, his other giving her waist a squeeze, claws pinching skin, but not breaking it, moving up to give her breast some attention again.

He pressed his tongue against her lips in the kiss, sliding in when she opened her mouth enough for him to do so and running over her own.

It was exactly what she wanted. That forceful pressure, the barest hints of pain from his claws that were translated into pleasure that sparked across her skin, the delicious taste of him in her mouth. She was desperate for more.

Her legs lifted to press against his hips and thighs, trying to get him closer as her back arched to push her breast more fully into his grasp. Scratches across his back from her left hand followed as she clutched at him, and a series of almost pleading moans and sighs drifted through the room. She wasn't holding back her enthusiasm or that desperation one bit. She wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.

He withdrew from the kiss, giving her throat another nip before sitting up.

She ached for more, as did he, so, reluctantly, he got off the bed to retrieve some oil from the bathroom. Finding the jar, he returned and settling between her legs again, caressing and squeezing a thigh as he looked down at her.

"Ready for more?" he asked, teasing the inside of her thigh with his clawed fingers.

It was only because she knew he wouldn't be gone long that she was able to hold back her protest at his sudden departure. It was still a relief when he was back on the bed with her, and she smiled fondly at his words.

"Is that really a question you have to ask?" she retorted playfully, her breath quickening slightly at the prospect. She eyed the jar curiously, but didn't ask - she'd be finding out soon enough anyway.

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He chuffed and shrugged. "Humans tend to like a lot of foreplay. Didn't want to rush things for you" he grinned. He settled between her legs again and opened the jar. Dribbling a little of the scentless stuff over his hand he stroked his cock a couple times with it.

He poured a bit more out and dipped his hand down between her own legs to lube her up as well. He liked it rough, but her own heat was not enough. He slowly slid a finger up inside her to ensure he'd spread the oil generously.

"I've always thought that foreplay can be highly overrated," she said with a smirk, meaning to reassure him that this was definitely what she wanted. Though she did appreciate his consideration. She wasn't used to the idea of the woman being thought of with such care, human society not being much at all like that of the Wraith.

She gasped quietly when his finger entered her, the sound turning into a sigh as she had just a taste of what she really wanted. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside her, and she squirmed slightly before playfully ordering, "Hurry it up down there."

Another chuff, enjoying the feel of her around his finger, but she wanted more, and who was he to deny her?

He removed his hand from her, settled closer and pressed his hardened cock against Rogue's folds. He didn't ask if she was ready again, she'd already made it clear that she was. Todd spread her folds and slid into her at long last.

Her tight heat was wonderful and he only stopped a moment before pushing deep inside. Half a moment to let her adjust to the new feeling and to rest his hands on her hips to keep her from scooting around on the bed before starting to roll his hips, slowly.

"You feel incredible..." he purred, rocking into her at a steady pace, listening to all the noises she was making while also being free about his own sounds of pleasure.

She might have growled at him if he'd asked again if she was ready. A real, honest to goodness growl. She was quite capable of making such a sound, but thankfully on this occasion it didn't prove necessary.

He slipped inside her and it was nothing short of amazing. He filled her so completely, she almost wondered how she'd survived without him inside her, he fit like he'd been made to be inside her. And then he started moving and it was so much better.

"Oh lord, I've never..." The words are only half there in her mind, her voice breathy and distracted between gasps and little moans at the back of her throat. One hand clenches around a pillow again while the other presses to his hand on her hip, satisfying the need for her to hold on to him in some fashion. Her legs wrap around him as best she can, trying to pull him closer still. "It's so..."

She couldn't manage to finish a damn sentence, and she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was that he keep moving inside her and making those sounds that were stoking the fire growing inside her.

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