Spoilers: None. Sequel to The Road to Hell.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: In Dante's Inferno, the second circle of Hell is reserved for those who have committed the sin of lust.
WARNING: Discussion of a D/s (that's Dominant/submissive) relationship in this story. Don't read if that sort of thing squicks you.
Bored. He was absolutely, completely bored out of his mind.
AJ Chegwidden set his book on the table. There was no point in trying to read--he couldn't concentrate that evening. Which made his boredom even worse.
He stood and headed to the kitchen to refill his glass. A knock on the front door caused him to sigh and change direction halfway.
He opened the door--and blinked in confusion. "Colonel? Is there a problem?"
Sarah MacKenzie stood on the porch, gripping the strap of her purse like it was about to get up and run away.
She smiled a bit. "No, no problem. May I come in?"
"Of course." AJ stepped aside. "May I take your coat?"
"Thank you." Mac removed her wool coat, and AJ hung it in the closet. He watched her closely as she sat on the couch. She obviously wasn't here for work advice--she would have used the telephone for that. Which meant it had to be... personal.
"Can I get you something to drink?" AJ asked, trying to get through the formalities quickly in order to get to the problem--or non-problem, whatever it was.
"Uh, water, please." Dammit nudged her nose under Mac's hand, and she patted the dog absently. When AJ returned with the water, she thanked him.
"So..." AJ began. "Why are you here, Mac?"
She set her glass on the table and took a deep breath. "I wanted to talk about Valentine's Day."
AJ's brow furrowed. Valentine's...? Comprehension dawned. "Ah."
"Yeah." Mac fidgeted a bit.
"What about Valentine's Day?" AJ asked calmly, as if his stomach hadn't lurched when he realized what she meant.
"Well... I..." she stammered. She took another sip of water. "I haven't been able to forget about it. Which is odd, since it wasn't even a one-night stand."
"Should I feel complimented or insulted?" AJ said archly.
Mac shook her head. "Complimented, definitely." She blushed furiously when she realized what she had said.
AJ chuckled. "It's all right, Mac. I was joking."
"So what are you here about?" he asked.
"Well... I was wondering if you... that is..." She stumbled over her words. He'd never seen her this flustered before. He had a suspicion of what she wanted.
"Mac, are you propositioning me?"
Her nervousness seemed to melt away as he voiced what she had been trying to say. "Yes," she replied. "I suppose I am."
Well, he'd be damned. He studied her for a moment. "What about Rabb?"
Mac snorted indelicately. "Can you really see Harm as a Dominant?"
Something a bit lower than his stomach lurched as AJ realized exactly what Mac wanted. He forced himself to speak. "Not really. But then, I'd never suspect that you were a submissive."
Mac smiled. It wasn't a smile he'd ever seen before, but one that he hoped to see again--directed only toward him. "I've... experimented. Besides, not many men can handle me." She said it so matter-of-factly that AJ laughed.
"No, I suppose not!" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Why me?"
She answered immediately. "I don't give up control easily. But it was easy with you. And I trust you."
He thought about it. She sat back and waited patiently. This was something serious, and she didn't want him to feel rushed.
"If we do this, do you want it to be permanent?"
She bit her lip. "I... I'd like it to exclusive--for us both to be monogamous--while we're together. I'd also like to get to know you better; to see if an emotional relationship would work out as well as a physical one."
"Then that's a yes?"
She nodded. "Yes. As long as we both agree."
"All right." He paused. "But there's something I need to say before we set down rules."
She swallowed at 'rules'. "Okay."
He looked at her intently. "I'd like to apologize for Valentine's Day." She frowned, and he held up a hand to halt her response. "Let me finish. One, I was your commanding officer at the time, and I never should have taken advantage of you like that. Two... I never should have touched you in anger. That was wrong of me, and I'm sorry."
"I didn't say no, AJ," Mac pointed out.
"No, but I still coerced you. A Dom/sub relationship should be entered into with the full consent of both parties--like we're talking about right now. And I lost control that night. This is as much about my control over myself as it is over you."
Mac nodded slowly. "All right. That's understandable. Apology accepted."
"Good. Good." AJ took the glass out of Mac's hands and set it down on the table. "Rule one. I will never touch you in anger. If I'm about to, I want you to stop me."
"If you ever--and I mean, ever--hurt me... without my consent, that is... you'll have to stop me from retaliating," Mac replied.
AJ nodded, suddenly reminded that this was a Marine colonel. "Then we're understood." She nodded mutely as his hand moved to her cheek. "Kiss me, Mac."
She shivered at the quiet command and moved closer to him. She placed a hand on his chest, and another on the back of the couch. Her lips brushed his gently, and she shivered again.
A second, deeper kiss caused her eyes to flutter closed. The hand on her cheek moved to her hair. AJ broke the kiss to ask, "What did you do to your hair?"
"Hmm?" Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks flushed.
"Your hair. It couldn't have grown this much in a few months."
"Oh. Hair extensions," she said self-consciously. "I wanted long hair, but I didn't want the awkward intermediate stage. It's easier to keep off my collar if I can put it in a bun."
"It suits you." She blushed and looked down. He lifted her chin. "If I want to give you compliments, I will. You're a beautiful woman, Mac." He kissed her forehead.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Get used to it," he replied. He arched an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Did I tell you to stop kissing me?"
She didn't know whether to smile or to take him seriously. "You're the one who stopped me!"
"I did, didn't I? What was I thinking?" He kissed her firmly before she could reply, lowering her to the cushions.
Mac rarely lost track of time. She did, there, on the couch, kissing AJ Chegwidden.
She wasn't certain where her sweater or bra had gotten to, nor did she particularly care, as long as those incredible fingers didn't stop what they were doing. His hands were on her breasts, tracing and kneading, and she gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth.
His lips trailed down her neck, and she leaned her head back, allowing him unfettered access. He flicked his tongue against her skin, tasting her, and she whimpered. He suckled on the tender skin behind her ear, and she cried out, arching her back. AJ watched in fascination as the flush of orgasm spread across her bared upper body. He rolled his hips against her denim-clad mound, and was rewarded with a hitch of breath and another shudder.
"Oh, God," Mac whispered as the tremors stopped.
AJ chuckled. "Nah. Just me." She rolled her eyes and laughed weakly. "Come on," he said, sitting up.
He laughed and tugged at her hand. "Let's go, Mac. I want you in my bed."
Mac rose slowly on still-wobbly legs. AJ guided her into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. The light was off, but the moonlight flooded the room with silver.
AJ approached Mac slowly. He reminded her of a cat stalking its prey. But this was no domesticated animal--oh, no. This was a sleek, well-fed, wild panther.
She was more than willing to let him eat her.
He kissed her, soft and gentle at first, then deeper, probing her mouth with his tongue. She reciprocated, pressing her breasts into the scratchy wool of his sweater.
"Take off my shirt, Sarah."
She tensed, but did as he said, removing both his sweater and t-shirt underneath. He caught her hands as she dropped the garments. "Why don't you like to be called by your name?"
She looked away. He moved his head so he could look into her eyes, and said, "When I ask a question, I expect to be answered promptly."
She swallowed. Her voice was soft when she replied, "Everyone who's ever called me that is gone."
"Oh, darlin'," AJ sighed. He gathered her into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her response was muffled. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"I don't... Sarah." She understood what he was doing. The use of a name no one else called her was one more way of asserting control... but he also wished to help her reclaim her true name.
She nuzzled his neck, allowing the rare feeling of peace and safety to settle over her. Her brow furrowed as she thought of something. "What should I call you?"
His hands rubbed her back slowly. "AJ. 'Sir' is too reminiscent of being your CO, and Master..."
"...Just sounds silly," Mac finished, smiling. He felt her shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
"Besides," he whispered into her ear, "why say it when we already know it's true?" He grinned smugly when he felt the laughter transform into a quiver of arousal.
They stood beside AJ's bed, kissing softly, finishing the removal of each other's clothing. AJ pulled the blanket down, and Mac lay down on the bed.
AJ's breath caught. The moonlight cast a glow on her skin, making it look like she was lit from within. Her dark hair spilled across her shoulders, and her eyes beckoned him. She was a silent siren, tempting him to crash upon her shores. Her beauty caused an ache in his chest.
"Sarah," he whispered, stretching out beside her. She reached out a hand to run it across his chest. "No." He caught her hand and kissed it. He took both her hands and placed them on the sheet.
"AJ?" she breathed as he moved down her body, gazing at her exposed flesh.
A sudden surge of possessiveness overcame him. She was his. By the end of that night, he would claim every inch of her skin. His eyes met hers, and she shivered at the intensity there. "Mine."
Mac swallowed, but did not reply as he settled between her thighs. His breath tickled her mound. She bit her lip in anticipation, but she waited.
His fingers bit into her upper thighs as he held her open for his perusal. She could feel the wetness seep out of her under his hot, challenging gaze. He smiled a dangerous, familiar smile. "Don't come, Sarah."
Her eyes widened at the command. She had no further preparation, as he delved into her folds, licking, sucking, and scraping her teeth against her. He was thorough and demanding, making her gasp for air between moans and pleas for him to stop, to keep going, to let her come, to fuck her until she couldn't think anymore.
He resisted the siren's voice for as long as possible. Her cries tempted him to lose control. He paused, trying to get his desire under control.
"AJ, please," Mac whispered. The sheet was clenched in her fingers, and her eyes were unfocused and needy. "Please, oh, please..."
He kissed his way back up her body, bracing himself against her frenzied entreaties to fuck her now, now, now, gritting his teeth against the way her smooth skin slid against his.
He stilled when he reached her lips, poised to plunge into her. "Sarah... do I need to use anything?" he rasped.
She shook her head, her eyes screwed shut against the flood of sensation. "I'm on the Pill, and I'm clean." Her hips thrust upward, and he nearly lost his balance. "Please, AJ..."
"Patience, darlin'," he murmured. She choked on her reply as he finally slid into her.
He paused for a moment, resisting the urge to fuck her into the mattress. At this point, she didn't seem like she would mind, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.
Then he started to move. His thrusts were slow, even, and calculated to drive her insane. Mac clutched at his shoulders, thrusting upward in counterpoint. Her eyes were still closed.
"Sarah. Open your eyes."
Her eyes were dark and filled with lust. He grunted as she attacked his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He felt the whimpers and moans reverberate through her chest.
Her muscles started to clench around him, but she fought to obey his command. He broke the heated kiss and growled, "Come for me, Sarah."
The spasms wracked her body as she climaxed. Her fingernails dug into his back, and he knew he'd have marks the next day. This mental observation was soon forgotten as his own orgasm overtook him, however.
AJ subsided in exhaustion, making sure he didn't crush Mac with his weight. The sound of labored breathing filled the room. Once he was sure he could move again, AJ rolled onto his side and gazed at Mac.
She was worn-out, sweaty, sleepy, and had never looked more beautiful to him. She looked at him and smiled, then yawned.
"Tired?" AJ asked in amusement. That was, until he yawned, as well.
"I'm not the only one," Mac shot back.
"True," AJ agreed. "Get some sleep."
"You get the wet spot."
AJ laughed softly as he pulled the blanket up to cover them.