Spring Awakening

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. The countryside was gorgeous. Sitting on a blanket by the timberline, they could see past the edge of the cliff into the valley as the wind breezed across the tall grass and danced with the stirring leaves through the air high above. She could hear the buzz of busy insects coming out at the beginning of the new season. The smell of his cologne mixed enticingly with the fresh grass after an age of frost. She felt the blanket tighter around her idly.

She tilted her head and nuzzled his cheek gently and grinned at the purring response. He lifted his head and smiled before nuzzling her neck softly. She closed her eyes and curled up to him, sighing.

“This is beautiful, Max.”

Max. Few people called him that, those few only being his family and other relatives. But she was an exception. She liked the name. To her, it was a strong, gentle name. Especially since she was here, with him in person, it was more personal.

They had taken a small hike and climbed the rocks leading to this place, a from-now-on special location for both of them. She felt like Rose on the Titanic, standing at the edge of the cliff and breathing in the fresh air. He came up behind her, taking her arm and spinning her around into him, holding her gently. She gave a soft laugh and smiled to him then gazed out over the grassland far below.

He tugged on her hand gently and she retreated with him to the blanket resort on the grass where they would watch the sun set on the horizon to one side, and watch the moon rise on the other. It was full tonight, bringing full light through the trees and casting dancing shadows on the ground. As the air got chilly, he pulled the blanket around her and they sat watching the events of the universe.

She gave a soft yawn, stifled by the blanket and he snickered.

“Tired?”

“Not really.” She mumbled into his chest, listening contently to the wind in one ear and his heartbeat in the other, the synchronized harmony slowly putting her thoughts, worries, or fears far from reality.

“Look…” He whispered. She looked up and caught a breath-taking view of the night sky, gorgeously lit up with hundreds of thousands of cosmic wonders. In the back of her mind, she traced each pattern and named each constellation.

She turned to look at him and grinned, nuzzling his neck lightly and gave a soft purr. He closed his eyes and smiled, wrapping arm around her and laying down on the blanket, gazing up at the star-filled nightlife.

They lost count after an hour, never daring to think of time – they had no need for it. They never would. Eventually, after a long time star-gazing and a short nap, the air got too cold and she requested going back, regretfully.

Back at the house, she was curled up to him snickering into his pillow at something said over the Teamspeak server between Evans and Dawg. Not knowing where she was, they and Max carried on a normal conversation until someone asked.

“Is that you, Lerris?”

“What?” Came the calm, slightly clueless response.

“Laughing.”

“Nope.” He grinned when she spoke up, perking up her head and smirking. The channel was silent for a split second before Dawg came in.

“What the hell, dude?!”

They both laughed, Evans was smirking on his end of the microphone and when it had calmed down, he asked-

“So how’s Never Land, Wendy?”

The End

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ALTERNATE ENDING

Their star-gazing became a simple guessing game, from there escalating into hide-and-seek and she poked him and then hid her hand in the folds of the blanket. She’d snicker and blinked when he caught both of them. He gave a smug smirk and nuzzled her neck. Involuntarily, she turned her head and drew in a sharp hiss of breath when he nipped at her ear.

“That’s not fair….”

“Perfectly.” He muttered, making her shudder from the breath on her ear. He didn’t catch the glint in her eye, but felt the nudge on his cheek.

“No. It’s not.” She breathed and he tensed slightly. She playfully bit her lip and tensed herself out of surprise when he nipped at the base of her neck. “Max….”

He simply smirked against her skin, un-answering. She arched her back slightly as his arms slid around her, tugging her close to him. She squirmed slightly and found herself stuck.

“This can’t be good.” She joked, snickering. He nuzzled her neck.

“Only if you make it good.” She had half-expected that out of him, but still tried to suppress a grin.

Five seconds with no struggling and he had her gently pinned, one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other massaging the skin showing at her midriff. She tensed as his hand touched bare skin.

“Your hands are cold….”

“Are they?” He teased and pushed his hand up.

“Ye-“ She was cut off by the sharp mix of pain and pleasure as his chilly fingers brushed a sensitive peak. She hissed and bit her lip. He smirked and bent his head, settling a light kiss on her stomach.

The chill was gone, replaced by is hand slowly warming from the friction as it rubbed against the small mound, squeezing and pinching. Her chest rose into his hand before she could think and her back arched into him, reluctantly drawing her knees up in a chain reaction.

He caught her ear and muttered with a serious tone.

“You can say stop.”

“No…. I trust you.” She whispered.

“You’re sure?”

She smirked with a curious shine in her eyes before tilting her head and catching his lips in a passionate kiss. He let her hands go and they instantly snaked around him, slipping under his shirt and up to his shoulders. He leaned back and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside and leaning forward to hover over her.

Resting his lips close to hers, their eyes locked silently. The expression should have been forbidden, silently conveying secret messages of want, and need.

He shifted slightly between her knees and she felt a bulge pressing against her jeans. Her hands trailed down to his belt, fumbling slightly before releasing the clasp and giving a tug and pulling it free from the loops. The button undone, he caught her hand at the sound of a zipper and threaded his fingers through hers.

His free hand tugged free the clasp and buttons on her jeans and pushed them down, pausing only slightly to dip his head and kiss her stomach, her hips rising slightly.

He knew she was sensitive, and he now knew where. He played on those areas, rendering her helpless - a suck on her suck or a nip on her earlobe. Exploring with a hand, he found what he was looking for and watched her squirm slightly, legs clenching around his waist. She managed to stifle a groan, gripping his hand tightly. The pressure wasn’t enough and she merely squirmed under him. He stopped playing and pulled his hand back. She gave a sigh and relaxed slightly.

“No turning back from here…”

“I wouldn’t let you, if I was going to turn back.” She breathed, as she tried to relax on the ground, not a second too soon before he shifted his weight, pressing against her as a warning, but she locked onto his eyes with a distinct appeal.

Her groan was audible but she tried to bite her lip to soften it, tossing her head back and causing him to push harder, the sound igniting a need inside. As the length of him plunged further between her legs, she wrapped her legs around his, muscles tightening. Her fingers gripped whatever they could – his hand and a patch of the blanket, full body tension.

He pulled back, only slightly, giving her a few seconds of recuperation before thrusting forward again, forcing her back to dome and chest to rise. He felt an evil impulse, and went with it, dropping his head to her chest and playing his tongue across a sensitive nipple. She shuddered, clinging to him with the last bit of strength she had not already given to keeping a tight grip around him.

“Oh…god….”