Page 40 of Sidhe
Nathan stayed kicked back, watching fondly as Sasha came into his line of sight and scooped Wally up into his arms, to which she began purring loud as ever. Sasha smiled down at Nathan, looking rumpled and tired like he had tried to sleep without Nathan but couldn’t. He was dressed for bed, modestly for him in sleep pants and a T-shirt.
Slowly, he came around the side of the couch, and Nathan pulled his legs in so the incubus could sit on the end, Wally still in his arms, rubbing contentedly into his chest.
“So, you…come up with anything?” Sasha asked. He looked like he would completely deflate if Nathan mentioned wanting to be alone some more.
“Not really,” Nathan said, sitting up with a stretch. “Probably better if I sleep on it, wait and see what happens with this Sol guy.”
Sasha shuddered when Nathan called the man by that nickname. “Creeps me out, like some not so funny cosmic jokethe universe is having at my expense.Sol. Same as my mother’s nickname. Shi told me once that Dad was the first one to ever call Mom that.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure this guy doesn’t have any connection to your mom,” Nathan said.
Looking like he was thinking far too hard for so late at night, Sasha nodded absently, petting Wally in a hypnotic rhythm that had the ball of fluff dozing happily. “Yeah... I still can’t believe we have Puck watching our backs on this though. Sort of.” He chuckled. “Definitely not the guardian angel I’d wish for.”
That made Nathan chuckle too.
With his head cocked Nathan’s direction, Sasha’s smile quirked up into a smirk. He hoisted Wally up to the back of the couch and settled her there. She protested, grumbling at being moved from her cozy bed, but curled right up and continued dozing.
As soon as Sasha started scooting closer, Nathan let his legs fall open to invite the incubus in. He let Sasha crowd him into the corner of the couch.
“You don’t mind a little company right now, do you?” Sasha asked, as he pulled back enough so that he could run his hands up underneath Nathan’s layered shirts.
Nathan shivered pleasantly. “Damn, baby…if that’s my final choice thenfuckthe world. I’m already damned.” He smiled wide up at Sasha even though the incubus scowled a little. “Come on now, you know you’re my savior. No doubt in my mind.”
Sasha sunk down into Nathan, his lips fitting over Nathan’s with the most familiar and wonderful press, a connection that went even deeper with tongues sliding smooth and wet within each other’s mouths. Nathan couldn’t resist tugging Sasha down even more flush against him, hooking his ankles around Sasha’s lower back so that their hips finally aligned just right. Nathanwas still in jeans but Sasha was all softness on top of him—soft flannel pants, soft flesh beneath. And then a telling, harder heat that made Nathan wish they weren’t wearing anything.
“Nathan…” Sasha said as he pulled from their kiss. “That night in the car…when I said I understood why you needed to leave, I meant it. You needed time. You needed to not be so suffocated by all of us pretending we were giving you time when we really weren’t. I’m so sorry for that.”
He took Nathan’s face in his hands, large hands with fingers that fanned over every bit of skin and stubble.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know how to give you what you needed. I just wanted you to be…better. I wanted you to look at me the way you can again now. Though I guess I had my work cut out for me since it took the Lord Almighty to knock some sense into you.” He laughed unevenly, his eyes that iridescent blue that glowed and pulled Nathan right into their depths.
It didn’t upset Nathan to be called out on how truly wrecked he had been. He knew and accepted that nothing short of divine intervention could have saved him that night. Well, maybe he’d had a little something to do with it all on his own initially, denying Malak and all, but then there had been Walter to keep Malak from breaking the rules, knocking him back down to size. And after that there had been Dave.
Dave Almighty, if that’s truly who he was. Nathan almost laughed again. But instead he settled in more comfortably in the cushions of the couch, tugged Sasha against him with the butt of his heels on the small of Sasha’s back, and enjoyed that as impossible as it all was, this felt right again. Here, Nathan was safe. Here was somewhere Nathan would always be safe.
Nathan’s hips shifted up against Sasha’s, and the way the thin cotton barely made it seem like Sasha was wearing anything had Nathan suddenly very desperate to be out of his jeans.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said. “The only thing I’m sorry for is lost time. So let’s get back to making up for that, why don’t we?” He arched his neck, intent on stealing another kiss, but Sasha smirked and lifted up enough that he couldn’t reach him.
“What do you want, Nate?” Sasha asked teasingly, letting a little more of his heavier weight sink down into Nathan.
Sasha’s hands had fallen to Nathan’s shoulders and neck. Nathan used this position to his advantage and began peeling Sasha’s T-shirt up past his ribs. “What do I want?” he said, shifting his hips again. “I want to be buried hilt-deep in you 24-7, baby. How’s that sound?”
Sasha’s laughter bubbled up beautifully—Nathan’s favorite melody, even more so than the best of Metallica, and that was saying something. “I think that might make hunting dark fae a little difficult,” the redhead said, that same laughter in his voice, “and it would probably be awkward for Jim.”
“Eh,” Nathan shrugged—well, as best as he could shrug with a 200 pound incubus on top of him, “he’d get over it.”
The shared laughter that erupted lasted only moments before being swallowed up by each other’s mouths, seeking a kiss in perfect tandem. This was all Nathan wanted, just this, now, and every day after. If he could take off his mantle as savior/destroyer of the world, he would in a heartbeat, but not if it meant the destroyer part would win. So he would keep it on, for now, as long as he got to keep Sasha on him too.
Nathan rocked Sasha against him again, easily with his ankles still tight around Sasha’s waist. It continually amazed him that having a much larger andmalelover on top of him was never threatening. It just made him want to bring Sasha that much closer.
He continued to peel away Sasha’s T-shirt and clawed at his pale chest, raking his nails back down to Sasha’s belly.
Hands gripped Nathan’s wrists and very firmly moved them to the side so that Sasha could better lie down on Nathan properly. Nathan feathered kisses down Sasha’s jawline, lapping at the skin with swipes of his tongue. Even the skin on Sasha’s jaw was soft.
All Nathan wanted was to get them down to nothing, but neither of them were actually doing anything to take each other’s clothes off. It was a little too hot, and Nathan wanted to pull the incubus as far into him as possible, all the way in so that nothing could ever separate them again.
Of course this resulted in the most agonizing session of grinding Nathan had ever experienced. He just couldn’t stop rocking Sasha’s hips down against his. He gasped Sasha’s name when the incubus grazed his ear with sudden fangs.
