Page 2 of Unruly Kris

“So, are you going to force yourself to go back early?” Cath’s brow furrowed in worry. “If so, I’d like to go on record as saying I think it’s a really shitty idea.”

“You know,” he leaned his head against her stomach and closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. “In the past I might have, but this time I don’t think so. I told them I wanted to wait, see what the doctor says in a few weeks and go from there before I make any decisions.”

“And how did Eric take that?” She kissed the top of his head and rested her chin on it lightly. She had yet to meet Kris’s agent, she missed him by a hair both times he had shown up to see Kris at the hospital. It was probably a good thing in all honesty, she’d never met a man she wanted to punch in the face so badly on sight with the little knowledge she had been given about him, and that included Kris when she had first met him at the tournament.

“Stevens,” he corrected her, and she could hear the disappointment and frustration in his voice. As if by taking the time to rest and heal, he was letting his people down, not to mention himself. “He basically accused me of hiding out here and playing house instead of capitalizing on the publicity. He thinks I should be in LA, walking around, garnering sympathy and the like. The holiday season is a great time for publicity.”

“Kris, listen to me carefully.” Cath leaned back, so she was looking him in the eyes and spoke in a savage tone. There was no way in hell she was going to let Hollywood sleazeballs stress him out when he was supposed to be recovering. “Fuck. Him.”

She watched a grin creep across his face and he cuddled against her, chuckling softly against the fabric of her tank top.

“What’s so funny?” She looked down at him, perplexed.

“You,” he said then at her raised eyebrow he continued to explain. “I was just thinking how nice it is to have someone in my corner for once, and I mean in my corner for real not just when the money is good or the pictures look stellar, but, for when the battles get tough.”

“You do just fine on your own, you don’t need anyone to fight your battles for you,” she reminded him.

“No,” he agreed, looking up at her, blue eyes tender with affection as he stroked her back gently. “But everyone needs back up in the ring sometimes, and I’m really happy you’re mine.”

“I’ll be your corner girl any day.” She leaned down and kissed him, letting her tongue sweep across his mouth as she poured all her emotions trying to make him feel better. She felt fiercely protective of him, such a change from a few months before that it was almost startling. She could have chalked it up to the accident and his injuries, but the truth was it was much more. Even if she wasn’t quite ready to say it readily to him yet, she was falling deeply in love with him. It was a new world to her, and she was largely winging it much to her dismay, not that she would ever fucking admit it, so hearing him say he was happy made her feel like she was treading in the right direction.

“I have an idea for tonight,” she said when they finally broke apart. “Why don’t we take a shower, then I was thinking we could throw some steaks on the grill for dinner, and after we could go for a slow drive, take a look at some Christmas lights, maybe pick up a Christmas tree and come home to decorate…”

“Counteroffer,” he suggested, tapping her on the end of the nose and then replicating that gesture with a kiss. “Instead of cooking, why don’t we go out somewhere nice for dinner, like that sushi place you love, and then we’ll go look at the lights and get a tree to decorate.”

“Feel like getting out of the house huh?” She couldn’t blame him; the few times he had been out on base regularly had been for any necessary medical appointments. There had been a handful of times he hired a driver to go into LA for meetings at the production studio while she was at work. They had gone to Thanksgiving at Danny’s the weekend before last and he stayed stationary on the couch for the bulk of the afternoon. He only really recovered enough to do more than resting or light activities in the past week or so. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if he was getting cabin fever from being stuck inside.

“I feel like taking you out.” He rose stiffly and started looking around for where he had tossed his phone when he started his workout. “And since you don’t have to work tomorrow, it’s the perfect night.”

“I’ll start the shower; you see if we need reservations.” She was already heading for the door, stopping for an instant to pull off her tank top and sports bra at his feet. She stretched for a moment, naked from the waist up, aware she was teasing him, and then glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t take too long, the water will get cold.”

By the time Cath reached the shower, she could hear Kris chatting on the phone to the restaurant. Given that it was Friday and the restaurant was in LA, she had a funny feeling he was going to have use some A-List charm to get them a good table. The fact that didn’t bother her quite as much as it used to was a tad disconcerting. Between that and actually enjoying driving the Lamborghini, she could see herself slipping uncomfortably into more luxuries than she would ever normally afford herself. It was much easier to accept it in her mind if she framed it as doing it for Kris’s sake and not because she got any enjoyment out of it. At the very least then, her soldier’s mind could rationalize the expense and utter frivolity of his lifestyle as a necessary evil to keep him happy because she cared about him.

She stripped off quickly, tossing the rest of her work clothes in the hamper, and turned on the shower, adjusting the spray quickly and stepping under it. For a moment, she did nothing but let the hot water hit her fatigued muscles. She’d run two drill courses that day, her own and one that she was covering for a coworker out ill, then she had done her own normal workout routine before her meetings for the day began. Her eyes felt gritty, and she was grateful that the water was borderline scalding, the pins and needles on her shoulders helped them unlock and she could feel relaxation creeping down her spine.

She grabbed her soap and began to lather up, tipping her head back so the hot water could hit her scalp and closed her eyes in enjoyment. Standing under the showerhead, she could almost forget the stress of her day, and relax for a moment. She suddenly wished she left the files she brought home sitting on her desk in the office, she didn’t want the inevitable temptation of work to distract her. It seemed like she’d barely seen Kris all week, and the thought of a nice dinner out and spending time with him was a balm she needed after far too many meetings with iron-headed generals who shot first and asked questions later.

Hearing Kris finishing up on the phone, knowing he would be in shortly to join her, she smiled as an idea began to form in her mind. At present his injuries made full sex out of the question for at least another week according to the doctor. That didn’t mean however, they couldn’t be creative to a certain degree if they were careful. She instinctively knew that they both needed each other badly after a long and stressful day. Cath closed her eyes, the mental image of him shirtless drifting through her thoughts. She could feel the desire from before returning, that steady ache between her legs that reminded her of how much she wanted him. Setting the loofah she’d been holding aside, she glided her hands over her breasts, playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she swallowed back a sigh of pleasure. Keeping one hand where it was, she let the other fall, running it over her stomach and downward. She trailed her fingers over the patch of curls between her thighs for a moment then eased a hand between her legs, stroking herself slowly as she imagined them in bed. The fantasy began to take hold in earnest as she teased her clit, running the pad of her thumb over it again and again. She let her head fall back, arching her hips against her fingers as she thought of his cock and how it would feel.

“Looks like I’m not the only one caught red handed.” Kris’s voice was mellow but thick with desire and need. She quickly became so focused on the impending orgasm beginning to coil tightly through her body that she hadn’t heard him come in until he was already a very willing spectator.

Cath opened her eyes, with a smile quivering in her mouth. He was leaning against the wall of the shower, watching her as she toyed with herself and obviously enjoying every moment of it. She shifted her position, leaning back against the shower stall so he could see everything she was doing, and let a soft moan escape her lips. Knowing Kris was watching her as she touched herself only heighted the sensations she was feeling. When he finally stepped closer, so close she could smell the faint traces of his aftershave before the shower claimed them, she couldn’t halt the soft whine that escaped her lips. She beckoned him closer still until he was standing directly in front of her, leaning up to kiss him as he pressed her gently back against the wall. She could feel his cock hard against her hip and ground herself against him as he rested his head against her shoulder.

“Caught.” She murmured against his mouth. Reaching out, fingers slick with her own juices, she curled her hand around him and began to stroke along the length of his cock. “You say that as if I didn’t know you were going to come in and see what I was doing.”

“You’re such a tease,” he groaned with a chuckle and kissed her again as the water cascaded over both of them.

“You love it.” She shifted her position subtly, not wanting him to have to strain his injured muscles to reach her, letting out a soft sigh as he stroked his hands over her breasts, bending his head low and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing the sensitive skin as he nipped at it gently. His hands continued the path along her body as he traced his fingers over her hipbone and then lower, parting her easily, stroking his fingers against her slick heat. He traced circles over her clit in a leisurely rhythm as she ground against his fingers, hungry for his touch after weeks of its absence, feeling pleasure spark up and down her spine as she murmured his name, repeatedly.

Abruptly he pulled back, surprising her as he sunk down low, trailing kisses over the flat plain of her abdomen until he reached the valley between her legs. He nuzzled his way into her folds, dragging his tongue over her, nearly causing her legs to collapse as straight hot pleasure spread through her in waves. She used the shower wall for support as he stroked her from front to back, pausing to suck gently on her clit. She dragged her fingers through his hair as she leaned her head back and arched into his mouth, feeling her orgasm building as she rubbed herself against his face in need. As if sensing she was on the edge of a knife, he slipped two fingers inside her, working them in tandem with his tongue until he found the rhythm she needed to explode against his mouth. She cried out as she came, her orgasm racing through her as wave after wave of pleasure crested and her vision went static and white.

Cath closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for her vision to return to normal as she came back down, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him close as she caught her breath. After a moment, seeing him trying to hide a wince of pain, she helped him rise, pulling him close and reaching out to run her hand down the length of his cock. Knowing he needed the release as much as she had, she pulled him close, rubbing his cock off her clit, letting the last electric sparks of her orgasm guide her as she stroked him against herself. Kris, pressed fevered kisses to her neck, biting her shoulder as he braced his good hand high above her head on the wall, fighting to control the hitch in his breath. She changed her tempo, playing with his cock, alternating between stroking him with her hand and rubbing him against her clit.

All too soon he was stringing together an incoherent stream of noises as he bowed his head to her shoulder. He groaned her name. His hips bucking as his orgasm came over him in a rush of intense desire. Wanting it to last as long as she could draw it out for him, she continued to stroke and twist her hand, cupping his balls and playing with them gently to add to the pleasure he was feeling. Finally, when he was still and quiet, she gave him a moment to catch his breath, then tipped his chin up, kissing him deeply.

“You… are utterly amazing,” he said in a slightly ragged voice, cupping the side of her face and leaning his forehead against hers.

“I... am utterly starving,” she said, raising an eyebrow as he started to laugh. “And the water has gone cold.”

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