El Tiempo: ADULT CONTENT

                                        

                                              
A/N: I'm still resisting making this 온라인카지노게임 rated R because I want to enter it in the 2012 Watty's. This chapter is SOLELY about Malcolm and Maya sleeping together. It is not necessary for the plot, so feel free to skip it if you are too young/ don't like sexual detail. If this is your kind of thing: ENJOY :D spunkyromeo, that goes double for you! And you are all welcome for the pic to the side!
                              
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Six beers in and Maya had finally stopped flinching everytime Reaper moved. It might not be a huge thing to anyone else, but to Reaper it meant a lot. She wasn't drunk, but she wasn't sober and paniced anymore either. Considering that she'd been beaten and nearly raped tonight, Reaper was willing to ply her with alcohol and let her sleep in peace, knowing that she wouldn't be able to relax without the booze.
                              
His eyes scanned over the bruises on the girls face, glad that some of the swelling had gone down as he kept reminding her to press the cold beer against the worst of her face. Despite the busted lip, bloodied nose and eye nearly swollen shut, Malcolm knew she was a stunning looking woman. It bothered him that he was now remembering how she'd looked naked when he rescued her, and then he remembered that she had in fact peed on him in fear. And he was still wearing the same clothes. With that thought, Reaper had gotten up and taken off his shirt.
                              
"I'm taking a shower, stay and relax." he grunted at Maya and hopped in, dropping the rest of his clothes once he had a door between them. Looking down at his body, Reaper sighed as the evidence of his thoughts was standing proudly. He had been remembering a sexy ass female naked, but it bothered him that his body didn't care that she had been hurt and victimized already tonight, he wanted her.
                              
The hot water scalded his skin and felt remarkably great as it worked loose some of the knots in his muscles. He would only hurt worst tomorrow and even more the next day, but saving her life had been worth it. Malcolm knew he was walking a fine line between vengeance seeker and outright monster, and saving Maya might be enough to keep him on the side of the good guys, even if it wasn't by much. He stepped out of the shower and was surprised to find that his clothes had been picked up, a towel left in it's place and a clean pair of underwear.
                              
Even Reaper had to admit that that was impressive. Somehow Maya was able to move so quietly even he hadn't heard her come in, mess around and leave. With a practical shrug, he dried off and pulled on the boxers he usually slept in. Wrapping the towel around his waist over the boxer briefs, Reaper stepped back out to see Maya walking back to her seat with a shy smile on her face.
                              
"I can't believe I peed on you. After you saved me and everything. I'm sorry about that." Maya apologized sheepishly.
                              
Reaper grinned at her and shrugged. "It washed off, nothing to worry about."
                              
Maya peeled the label off the beer bottle, something in her fidgeting warning Reaper that she was nervous and about to ask something she wasn't sure she had a right to ask. "Why were you kidnapping a policia?" she asked softly, big doe eyes looking up at him in curiosity. There was no judgement in her gaze, and yet it still made Reaper feel discomforted. He finished off another beer and grabbed at the next, surprised to find that they were almost done the twelve pack.
                              
"The cop is nothing. He is simply a man failing to do his job. Like pieces on a chessboard, I have to move at an angle to achieve the ultimate victory." he shrugged, not wanting to get into it.
                              
Maya blinked and laughed at him, the sound of her laughter was slightly mocking and made him frown. "You couldn't have been more vague if you had said that he was the guy who did the thing that time." she teased softly.
                              
"Shut up and drink your beer." Malcolm muttered, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch up. Maya mockingly saluted him and did as he said. They were on the last beers when he finally felt like telling her. He sighed and it drew Maya's attention to him again. "A mobster and his putas took my sister. Drugged her, used her and discarded her dead body by a dumpster." His two sentences sucked the relaxed air out of the room. "The cop was supposed to investigate. Instead...." he trailed off, not really needing to get into it for her to understand. She'd experienced first hand how corrupted the cop was.
                              
Maya's mouth was a thin, sad line. She nodded, understanding his actions a little better now. "And of course you can't go at them directly because they're expecting it." she made the logical jump. Malcolm nodded dejectedly when Maya smiled brightly. "Well then I can pay you back. You saved my life and I owe you. So... I'll go spy on those mobsters for you. No one would suspect someone who looks like me to be anything but a gangbanger." she admitted without rancor.
                              
Reaper was shaking his head negative though. "No way Maya. They'll use you. They'll hurt you, I didn't rescue you simply to put you back into that situation." he denied and finished the last beer.
                              
Maya stood up and walked over so that she was standing right in front of him, her knees knocking into his as if in emphasis. "You do not for one moment get to tell me what to do. You rescued me, it's my turn to do something for you. I am going to be your spy. Now shut up and kiss me." she put her knees on either side of his legs and straddled his lap. He was just startled enough to do what she said.
                              
The kiss tasted heavily of beer, lightly flavoured by a taint of copper from the healing cuts in Maya's mouth. Malcolm kissed her gently, carefully so that it wasn't a painful experience for her. Some of his gentleness was hesitation because he hadn't been lying when he told her he was still a virgin. At fifteen that wasn't unusual, but after a year with the Barrio Boys it was. Reaper had just been too busy thus far to be distracted by any female. As Maya pulled off the bulky sweater she'd worn, Reaper shamelessly ran his hands over the brusies and sore spots, kissing each and everyone as if his lips could heal them. While his lips played healer, his hands stroked her body playing at being a blind man. Her body really was amazing under the bruises and the ridiculously big sweatpants.
                              
Reaper carried Maya to his bed, careful to not drop her, hit anything or trip. Tossing the sweatpants she wore aside, he got to see that he'd been right, the socks she wore did come up to her knee. He unrolled the socks off of her, kissing her tiny feet and making her laugh. He spied the condom that had been in his pants pocket, casually sitting on the table top and realized that Maya had found it and planned all this. When she pulled his face to hers to kiss him, he realized that he didn't mind at all. She was naked underneath him while her tiny hands expertly pulled hte band of his boxers down so she could teasingly scratch her nails up his ass, then follow the muscle in his back. He lifted himself away from her, giving them enough room for him to lose the underwear entirely while she passed him the condom. Putting one on is awkward, even with experience, but he managed.
                              
Not wanting to just jump into action, and not entirely sure how long he would last on his first try, Reaper dropped his fingers between her legs and deliberately tormented her. He played on her body as if she were a piano for him to create a concerto on. Her soft, breathy moans filled his room like music and it wasn't until she had crested for the first time that Reaper even considered continuing. He'd stayed hard while she climaxed, and when she kissed him, he slowly slid into her. Maya moaned into his mouth and he worried that he'd hurt her. But she clung to him, legs around his waist to hold him in tightly, so it couldn't have been painful.
                              
Reaper had really expected his body to know what to do at this point, but it seemed as clueless as he did. It felt great, he could definitely understand why so many men were obsessed with this feeling, but he didn't know how to make her feel the same. And even though he had grown cold and callous over the last year, he was still enough of the Malcolm he'd once been to really want her to enjoy this too. So he asked her what she wanted, listened to her as her moans, breathing and body told him what she liked and how she wanted it. Her nails scratched down his back as he slowly pushed himself into her and pulled out, making her whimper as he realized she wanted it hard and fast. He'd already figured out by now that she liked it when he bit her neck and shoulder, or anywhere really, and there were little lovebites all over her collarbone.
                              
He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and lightly bit down, suddenly changing his pace and slamming his full length into her while she moaned and screamed, nails digging in. He felt her body pulse in ecstacy and groaned as it pushed his body into a shuddering completion as well. Reaper held Maya while she calmed down, cleaning them both up a little before he curled around her while she fell asleep. He had thoroughly enjoyed that, but there was something still bothering him. He knew he didn't love this woman, not even a little bit, though he had a great deal of respect for her. He wondered if there would be a difference between having sex and making love, and if he would ever be able to feel love to know that difference.