Once Bitten (CLOSED)

[Malvolio]

Mark pulled out of the parking lot at breakneck speed. Eager to get home and continue what they'd started, he drove as fast as he could, taking sharp turns at high speeds and accelerating on straightaways. All and all, it was very insensitive of him, considering Mackenzie's recent trauma, but he wasn't thinking clearly. All he could think of was teasing her... taking her... fucking her...

When he pulled into his driveway, he got out, came around and helped her out of the car. She seemed a bit out of it and it worried him for a moment.

"Geez, she's going to be sick. I was an idiot for driving like that,," he thought to himself.

Mark tenderly embraced her, holding her up, helping her rebalance and reorient herself. When she seemed to have suddenly regained her composure, he drew her close and passionately kissed her lips. It felt like her lips were on fire, both figuratively and literally. The passion, emotions and desire he felt then made him unable to think clearly. All he could focus on was her. He wanted to have her, pleasure her, possess her...

As the kiss ended, she seemed to zone out once again. Her eyes drooped and slowly closed.

Mark sighed to himself as she slumped over in his arms. Well, he could take her inside and put her in bed and make her comfortable. He reached down, hoisted up her legs and carried her lithe body up into his house and then up the stairs to his bedroom. She moaned softly and he held her tightly, whispering soothing words into her ear as her chin rested against his shoulder.

In his bedroom, he gently placed her down upon the bed and carefully removed her heels. He pulled the sheets back and up over her body. Once she appeared tucked in, he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

As he brushed, Mark wondered what had gotten into both of them. Had it been something in the wine? She'd seemed so... out of control. And it had only driven him in the same manner. He'd loved the smoldering look in her eyes, the passion with which they'd kissed, but the feelings of wanting to be with her and possess her? He'd never felt that way so quickly...

 

[intriguess]

Her mind was spinning as she woke, her skin felt strange like it was half a size too small, stretched to accomodate muscle mass. She also knew she wasn't in her own bed, and after another moment she realized exactly where she was and how she must of gotten there. Oddly enough while a part of her was still eager, another part was hungry.

She noticed him, and after a lusty look, slipped out of bed and excused herself to the bathroom. Mackenzie wasn't sure how she knew her way around his place, and after relieving herself. She thought she might throw up, but her stomach had finally calmed, and she could swear her legs were even more muscular, as well as other parts of her body. She slipped off her dress fascinated with the changes and wanting to see how far they extended. Her breasts seemed firmer, but still large, the nipples darker than usual, more of a cherry red than wine stained. They were still hard engorged buds, she'd never seem them so large.

She could still smell her arousal, and she was amazed at the six pack abs, something she'd never in her life had. She swore she felt taller too, not only leaner and more muscular, but more of everything.

Mackenzie left the bathroom, leaving her dress behind, her body undulating with sexual need. She felt bold and powerful, and she gazed at Mark like he was just another piece of meat. "I didn't mean to pass out," she wasn't sure why she apologized. Her smile predatory as he looked at her with equal need and desire.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark had just climbed into bed when Mackenzie had stirred and gone into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged nude, walking brazenly to the foot of his bed, a hungry, predatory look in her eye. He felt the sudden stirring and revival of the lust he'd felt early. It had all but gone away when she'd passed out. Now he could feel it washing over him again like the tides of the ocean as she drew closer. Seeing her fully nude now, he couldn't help but be awed by her incredible figure. So toned and firm... and although the room was dark, he could have sworn he couldn't see any scars or marks from her injuries!

Mark sat up, pushing his sheets back. He patted the bed beside him, beckoning her to join him. Slowly she advanced, climbing onto the bed and crawling across it like a huntress stalking her prey. A lustful expression crossed his face and he licked his lips in anticipation.

He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. Before he could remove his boxers, which were staining outward from his hardened member, she was beside him and their lips locked in the most passionate kiss they'd shared to date. The palms of his hands cupped her abundant breasts, kneeding them, and he pressed close to her body.

As his tongue darted in and out of her mouth, he noticed how sharp her incisors were. Maybe I'm dating a vampire, he playfully thought.

 

[intriguess]

Her hunger for sex, sex with him only grew as she crawled onto the bed. She went to his side, allowed him to remove his shirt as her eyes ate him up. She was moving fast or he was moving slow as her mouth claimed his before he could take off his boxers. She was aggressive in her kiss, her tongue seeking his, fucking his mouth hard rough and eager. She'd never wanted someone as much as she wanted him, and as his hands massaged her firm breasts, she growled deep within her throat.

She paused to breath, her mouth moving down his neck, the pulse point fascinating her in a way she could not begin to understand. Her slightly more prominent canines grazed his neck, just enough to make him feel it, but not hard enough to break the skin. She licked and kissed along his shoulder, giving him a look that seemed to ask the question. 'What are you waiting for?' Birth control was the last thing on her mind as she moved over him, straddling him, taking the dominant position.

In the back of her mind the whole thing seemed surreal, as if someone else were controlling her body, she didn't typically enjoy being on top, finding it difficult to achieve an angle that would get her off, and her breasts tended to bounce around too much. But here and now, she had a new found lease on life and her breasts, while jiggly was not a painful way as she leaned over him. Kissing him again, her tongue indicating just how she planned to fuck him.

 

[Malvolio]

"Somebody wants to be on top, eh?" he smirked as she climbed atop him and he slipped off his boxers. "Well, come to papa, baby!"

As their lips locked in another display of their boiling passion, he guided his manhood to her eager sex. The tip of his shaft probed and parted her pussy lips, pausing for a moment and then aggressively plunging deeply into her. He moaned into her kiss, savoring that first warm, rousing sensation.

He knew she didn't want to fool around and take it slow. Her eyes, her body, her actions all told him she wanted a raw, carnal mindfucking. That she wanted to GIVE a raw, carnal mindfucking. That she would give and take this regardless of what he did!

His body, mind, and senses were all going crazy with desire! He had never felt this crazy in bed, wanted a woman this badly!

His hips bucked, slamming his throbbing member deeply into her, quickly slid back and then aggressively plowed her again. With one hand, he seized one of her asscheeks and bucked her up and down in rhythm with his own movements. His other hand continued squeezing, rubbing and kneeding her breasts and nipples. He broke off from her kiss and began teasing her hardened nipples with his nimble tongue, circling, flicking and then lightly biting at them.

Sensing her hip movements accelerating, he struggled to keep up. Eventually, he concluded it was easier to stop and allowed her to continue the movements on her own as she fucked him with wild abandon.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he moaned. "C'mon, baby! Yeah, you like to fuck like that don't you? Don't you?!"

His hand on her breast snaked around and seized the back of her hair and gave a sharp tug and his hand upon her ass gave it a sudden and sharp SLAP!

 

[intriguess]

If you had told her she would be having wild unprotected raw sex with a doctor, that she initiated, and that she rode him hard, a week ago, she would have laughed. Now, nothing seemed more natural than riding him hard, fast, deep. She didn't even care if she got off on the sex, as she crashed against him, her body wanting his, and not caring how or why she got him.

Somewhere inside her body was imprinting on him, marking him as her mate.

Little did she know what she was turning into, or that werewolves, like their animal counterparts mated for life. That as the first person she saw he'd become the focus of her sexual needs the instant she opened her eyes. That just as her life was changing, his own was going to be turned upside down. Their joining did more than just provide pleasure, it joined them in a primal fashion.

She simply enjoyed the raw feeling of his body against her, soaking in the feel of his cock buried inside her, sliding in and out, in a union that was natural even as it was unnatural. Her own body changing, in ways she didn't even know. That her sexual drive had been amped up, that nothing would ever be the same.

Her eyes were golden, the green replaced with amber, her eyes changing along with her body, and her sexual needs. Her new strong muscles serving her well to rock and ride him at an inhuman pace. She was so focused on fucking him that the slap barely registered.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark was in heaven. His whole body felt like it was on fire now. Mackenzie was radiating an incredible amount of heat and her hot skin felt tight against her muscles and bones. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have stopped her and examined her for fear that the unnatural heat might be a sign of some critical medical condition. However, Mark wasn't thinking clearly... or at all for that matter. Only slaking their shared lust mattered now.

He buried his face in her breasts, licking, sucking, biting. Never had he felt so wonderfully... primal. Her sex had tightened around his rod, squeezing, driving him closer to what he knew would be the most explosive orgasm of his life.

He moaned, sweat pouring off his body, and pulled her hair again, harder this time. He worked his way up her body, kissing her exposed neck, resisting an urge to bite down hard. For an instant, he came to his senses and wondered where that impulse had come from, but then was back in the heat of the moment.

"AHHHH! AAHHHH! OH YEAAAAAAHHHH!" he roared, his cock ready to explode inside her.

 

[intriguess]

It was strange how she could feel he was on the brink, as if for a split moment she could feel his cock from his point of view. Her temperature soared, her body flushed, adrenaline pumping, the excitement coursing through her body with every beat of her heart. She had never gotten off on top, at least not without a lot of effort, and had never experienced such rough powerful animal like fucking. She felt amazing, and instinctively knew she wasn't going to cum, or so she thought.

Mindy growled a rough sound of pleasure as her body exploded in a way she'd never felt before, she closed her eyes taking in the heated swollen flushed feeling overtaking her senses. Her thighs gripping him as tightly as her pussy gripped his cock, tomorrow there would surely be bruising. Typically she'd want to slow down, leisurely kiss touch and such, but it seemed to only fuel her to fuck him harder, her body moving at a pace no mere woman could match. She felt intoxicated, despite having only a few drinks of alcohol, her golden eyes glowing slightly in the now dark room.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark couldn't contain it any longer. His cock twitched and then his entire body shook with a powerful orgasm, his seed pumping forth, filling her.

As he came, he grabbed her sweat soaked body, pulling her close to steady himself. She wasn't stopped, her bucking and thrusting continuing. In that instant, with her so close, the growling she'd been doing suddenly sounded... inhuman. He weakly looked up and for an instant thought her eyes were glowing. GLOWING!

As she continued her aggressive humping, he caught his breath and gasped "You wanna keep going, huh? Well, my turn on top, baby." He twisted his body, trying to roll her off and then get on top of her. Amazingly, his rod hadn't softened.

One of his hands reached down and stroked the top of her juice filled slit. As he probed for her clit, he was surprised to find it protruding forward somewhat.

 

[intriguess]

Her strong thighs continued to grip him, as he pumped away. She grinned her perfect teeth showing as her legs stretched out straight and like a miraculous contortionist, she shifted them in front of his arms, her knees bending over his shoulder. Before the accident, this position, at this point during sex was guaranteed to get her off, now it was like fireworks, every stroke triggering a minigasm of pleasure racing from her core out to her toes, up to her tits, and even to her ears. She could hear every sound of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex overriding the sweat.

Her pussy was gripping his cock in almost constant milking motion as the tremors of her minigasms began to blur together as his pace picked up. She was so overwhelmed with lust that she had no idea that her typical grain of sand clit, was now more like a small frozen pea.

 

[Malvolio]

As Mark continued plowing away at her pussy, he finally got a good look at Mackenzie, despite the darkness. What he saw shocked him. Her eyes seemed to glow yellow and her pearly white teeth looked sharp and dangerous. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and wondered, for an instant, whether she might have slipped him something. But that moment of concern passed as another growl issued forth from deep within her. Her growls were arousing him as much as her periodic moans and gasps.

Her pussy was so tight on his cock, fitting it like a glove. He wanted to keep it inside her forever! He looked down, watching his cock slide in and out, rubbing against her swollen, protruding clit as it did.

She'd wrapped her legs up over his shoulders, giving him full access to her nether regions. As his body slapped against hers repeatedly, he could feel another orgasm rapidly approaching.

"AHHH! OH GOD, MACKENZIE! OH YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

His cock exploded again and his cum poured forth, filling her to capacity. He collapsed into a heap atop her, his body spent, panting, as his seed leaked out of her pussy as his cock rapidly shrank.

 

[intriguess]

Her toes curled as she let forth one blood curdeling scream of pleasure. Her nails dragged along his forearms, amazed that she didn't draw blood. It was a miracle she was still breathing, but coherent thought was long gone. She shifted her legs to accomodate his weight as he collapsed on top of her. Her eyes were barely open and she teasingly kissed and licked along his exposed neck.

Feeling his cock gradually fall out of her as the blood had left the well used organ. She could feel cum oozing out of her despite her pussy quickly tightening to hold his load inside her. Mackenzie was unlikely to concieve, her period having occured less than a week ago.

Her neck felt strange, as if it was reliving the moment it had been punctured. She felt as if the bite marks had just occured rather than having healed before she made it to the ER. Her eyes opened to look at his neck, struggling with the intense desire to bite him.

Once more during the night she aroused his interest, the coupling was far gentler, as both were half asleep while fucking. Mackenzie laid on her side, one strong leg wrapped around him as they fucked.

She woke up with her body pressed against his, his arm thrown casually over her. The wet spot on the sheet from fucking felt cold against her skin. At first her recollection of the night before was fuzzy, then it came into focus as she slipped off to the bathroom and found her dress. By the time she splashed water on her face it was all too clear. She could barely believe how she'd acted, glancing at her body, the lean muscular form that was as strange to her as the firmness of her breasts.

She contemplated slipping on her dress and escaping, but quickly decided that there was no denying what she'd done the night before. Mackenzie was surprised her face looked so fresh and alert, no signs that she'd slept very little the night before. She washed her hands the red nails looking foreign to her. She went back to the bedroom, feeling a little embarassed about her actions and her nakedness under the light of day.

She tried to be quiet as she moved towards his closet, hoping to find something with which to cover up before he woke up.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark stirred in his sleep. His dreams were filled with images of her. Of what they'd done. Of what they would DO. And in the dreams, her eyes were always that glowing yellow and her teeth sharpened and deadly.

As he woke, Mark noticed Mackenzie trying to creep quietly into the room. He watched groggily and somewhat amusedly as she went through his closet, looking for something to wear. When she finally slipped on an oversized sweatshirt of his and turned, he smiled to himself and felt a hint of arousal at the sight of her enormous breasts protruding forth under his alma mater's logo.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmered.

Mark made her a big breakfast that morning, which they both vigorously wolfed down. As they sat outside on his back deck in the Saturday morning spring sunlight, their bare feet up on one another's chairs, Mark absentmindedly rubbed her feet and asked her what her plans were for the day.

"I'd like to spend more time with you. I... just feel like I need to." He didn't understand it himself and his ego hated how it sounded, but he felt compelled. He knew it wasn't just last night's wild sex talking either. He felt a genuine passion for this woman.

 

[intriguess]

It was strange how easily they bantered and despite the intensity she recalled from last night, this morning was subdued. Then again anything could be considered subdued after last night. The smell of cooking reminded her of just how long it had been since she'd eaten and she wolfed down as much as he did. This time the food wasn't providing a filler for silence, though it was a little awkward to know so little about someone who had played with her clit, found her g-spot, and gotten her off explosively the night before.

It wasn't like her to be intimate on the first date, or the fifth for that matter. Mackenzie wasn't quite sure what to say in the light of day after her wild sexual behavior. The way he was rubbing her feet was like they'd been together forever, the alarmingly sharp red nails looking almost harmless in the morning's light.

She'd never been in this situation before, and had no idea how to handle it. He looked just as scrumptuous now and he had before, her eyes lingering along the pulse points of his neck, wrist, and groin. She rubbed her neck absently, some moments she swore she'd been bitten by something unnatural, but the rational part of her mind said it was her mind processing the trauma.

"In bed? your water bill is going to sky rocket with the mess we made of your sheets." She blushed faintly at the memory. It was strange how just the suggestion of his bed got her horny again. Her tits quickly hardened and she wished her desire wasn't so obvious. Would she ever be able to control herself around him? She just wanted to rip off his clothes and have her way with him. Her blush deepened, did she just want him for his cock? how manish was that? It was strange and she wished it would go away even as she didn't want to trade this feeling for anything.

"Actually I bought quite a few new things yesterday, so I have some laundry to do." Did she really just say that? boy did that make her life look dull. Laundry on a weekend, pathetic. "I haven't had much down time since I left the hospital." Last night was no exception, it was a miracle she hand't pulled something and messed up her recovery.

 

[Malvolio]

"No problem," he smiled, a bit disappointed, but realizing she might be feeling a little strange after last night's wild behavior and be in need of some space. "And don't worry about the sheets."

After she'd showered, Mark lent her a pair of shorts to go with the sweatshirt, a gym bag for her dress and other clothing from the night before and drove her back to her car. As they drove, the conversation flowed easily, the sense of familiarity between them coming almost naturally. Mark was surprised at how well they'd gelled. Beyond the strange physical and emotion attraction they felt, there was a genuine sense of comfort and understanding between the two. Even before their carnal desires had gotten the better of them, they'd made a connection at the restaurant with similar interests and sense of humor.

When they reached her car, they hugged and shared another passionate kiss. "I want to see you again. Soon. I'll call you," he whispered. He already knew it wouldn't be long. He NEEDED to see her again. He went around and opened her door.

A few days passed and Mark and Mackenzie spoke several times. The chemistry between them persisted, but Mark's schedule kept him working long hours at the hospital. Time and distance faded the driving, possessive instinct in his mind, although he did find himself thinking and daydreaming about her often. Mark even went on another date with a woman he'd met over lunch one day. Midway through the date, Mark found himself thinking of Mackenzie non-stop and abruptly end the date. As he walked to his car, he dialed Mackenzie.

"I need to see you..." he began, a sense of urgency in his voice as she answered the phone.

 

[intriguess]

She thought some physical space would help her sort out the jumble of emotions and memories. The words I'll call you, well it made her feel sick as he dropped her off at the car, the words ringing in her head as she went about routine stuff, doing laundry and such. So much of her closet was too big now, and eventually she called her mom and asked if she wanted to go shopping. She needed something to fill the time, after all the library had insisted she take a week to rest and recover.

She was surprised at how the few times he did call perked up her day, and midweek she got her hair cut, her long dark hair while healthy seemed to be so thick as to pull on her head. The much shorted bob changed how she looked drastically. She went from a Julia Ormond long flowing mane of dark hair, to the sleek bob Catherine Zeta Jones had in Chicago. It helped balance the thinness her face had taken on, and seemed to make her look friendly one moment and predatory the next.

She was walking past a restaurant and was thinking about stopping for lunch when she noticed his car. Mackenzie smiled at thought of accidentally bumping into him, but the pleasure drained from her face and horror filled her as she recognized him from behind, and he was with an attractive woman. A woman she knew was not a relative, her hands balled into fists and when the hostess asked to seat her, she shook her head violently and said she was feeling ill.

She managed to get back into her car and opened her hands, seeing puncture wounds from her nails. She was stunned she hadn't felt the pain, and was more stunned when the wounds closed almost miraculously, only a blood trail revealing that she'd ever been injured. She was so wrapped up in the mystery that she almost didn't hear her phone ring.

Mackenzie answered it, "Hello?" he voice held a certain amount of shock, even more so as his voice filled her, that lovely warm feeling filling her stomach.

"I need to see you...Now."

She wondered if it was some sick joke the universe was playing on her as she started her car and pulled out, doubting he would recognize her car if he was magically somehow not just excusing himself to go to bathroom to sneak off and call her. The warmth in her stomach twisted around in knots.

"I'm not at home," she tried to think of what to say? That she was going crazy? that she'd dug her nails into her palms and moments later there was no trace? She didn't pay attention to where she was driving, letting some other part of her brain direct her turns.

The rest of the conversation was a blur, and at some point her phone dropped the call. She found herself at the crash site. The stretch of road looked normal enough, the woods seemed normal enough. The light of day made everything look perfectly normal.

She got out of her car and left her phone behind. Mackenzie could hear the phone ringing, and she looked up seeing the pale moon, the bloated shape waning. She'd never been interested in astronomy before, but somehow she knew the moon was getting smaller and not bigger.

She dug her nails into her palms again, a simple test, and watched them heal. She sat down and did this over and over again, until the blood on her palms was crusty.

 

[Malvolio]

She sounded confused, disoriented. She was driving somewhere and then the phone went dead. Knowing that trauma patients sometimes undergo flashbacks and may even revisit the scene of their accident, he began driving to the crash site. As he went, he kept calling her and was surprised she didn't pick up. The call seemed to be going through. Was she hurt? Having some sort of episode?

As he drew closer, somehow he knew she was there. Something... inside him... could sense her. She was confused, afraid... and angry at him. Did she know about his date somehow?

The old feelings came flooding back to him as he spotted her car and pulled up to the crash site on the side of the road near the forest. He needed her... to see her, to be with her... to possess and protect her. As he turned off the engine, he shook his head in confusion. These impulses were so strong, almost like a siren's call, beckoning him, pulling him whether he wanted it to or not. As he rubbed his eyes, he dismissed any feelings of hesitation from his mind. He did want her. The few days without her had left him feeling like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

He got out of the car, leaving his jacket and tie behind. He moved toward the forest, sensing she was there. He didn't call out to her. It wasn't necessary. His heart was racing with anticipation, with need, with DESIRE for her. He could sense that she knew he was there too. Words were not necessary. Instinct told him what to do.

He approached her from behind, making no attempt to mask his approach. She knew he was there. His head tilted forward, his eyes narrowed, breathing quickened, pulse raced. She looked different. Her hair, clothes, everything. Even... her scent... was different. Musky. He inhaled deeply as he drew up behind her, his face lightly touching her hair. His hot breath touched the back of her exposed neck. Desire and primal need filled him.

He exhaled heavily, his mind and body focused completely upon her.

 

[intriguess]

She sensed his approach, and brushed the dried and fresh blood off on her dark gray skirt, concealing the evidence of her discovery. The closer he got the more she felt the need for him, she held herself very still, not trusting herself to look at him. She feared pouncing on him, ripping his clothes off and sexually assaulting him.

The feel of his breath upon her neck was her undoing, she turned towards him the light of day concealing the glow of her eyes, as she managed to not pounce, instead pulling him against her and the nearest tree. The trunk sturdy enough to withstand the force of her need.

She didn't need to tell him to shut up, as her mouth attacked his. It was strange how his presence ramped up her libido to overdrive. She was managing to tug at his clothes, restraining the impulse to tear them off. Somehow, her skirt was pulled up, her panties removed, and he was inside her.

They didn't speak at all as their lust overtook them driving their bodies to merge in the only way their primitive minds could understand. She tempered the desire to bite his neck, instead kissing hard, raising blood to the surface, the coppery taste driving her mad as her body caved to pleasure. The rough raw fucking fulfilling a deep seated need.

A part of her wondered if she'd ever have slow teasing romantic sex again, not that she was complaining, but it was hard to imagine keeping this sort of primal need at this intensity for very long. She felt his body give up his seed inside her, her body tightening to hold him and it in, despite the fact that she was far from ovulating.

The moon in the sky shone it's blessing on their daytime union. She didn't ask about lunch, she didn't need or want to know. "You're Mine Doctor Mark Cox." The husky phrase spoken like a statement of pure fact.

 

[Malvolio]

When she turned and pulled him against her, all rational thought ended. Primal instincts and savage urges took over and they fucked like wild animals. As she grunted and growled, Mark did the same, at first mirroring her, then finding it natural and instinctual.

Mark licked, kissed and sucked at her flesh, the same heat radiating off her and raising his own body temperature to unnatural levels. However, his mind didn't... couldn't... dwell on this. Only taking her mattered. Only filling her with his seed mattered now as he reached his explosive orgasm.

As his cock went limp and shrank, his mind cleared and he realized how easily they could have been seen by a passing car. He didn't dwell on it long though as this back road was deserted and rarely used.

"You're Mine Doctor Mark Cox."

When she whispered in his ear, a chill ran up his spine, a feeling of elation and dread filling his heart. Part of him somehow had longed to hear those words... Mine. This part had wanted her more than anything he'd ever wanted in his entire life. This need to... possess her. To be with her.

The other part of him felt a sinking sense of dread. These feelings, the heat from her body... it was all... unnatural. She'd healed so quickly, her eyes had seemed to glow when they had been together before... what was she and what was she doing to him?

Despite his fear, her growled softly at her words, smiled and whispered back "And you are Mine, Mackenzie Reardon."

As they reassembled their clothing and walked out of the treeline together, he drew her close.

"Come back to my place. Now. I want you to be with me always. I can't stand the idea of being away from you."

Mark hadn't said it, but the meaning was there and he couldn't believe it himself. He wanted her to begin staying at his place so they could be together more.

 

[intriguess]

Now that the words had been said, well words of possession anyhow. No tender I love you, but for now it seemed to work. To admit their need for one another, it reassured her somehow. It made things more and less urgent all at the same time. She took a deep breath, as she rearranged her clothing. She did have the rest of the week off, and Monday seemed so far away. The idea of days with him alone in his home, was appealing, but at the same time there was something off about his place. It was as if she knew he had been with other women there. Their date had been a fluke of need, she wasn't sure she would feel completely comfortable in his bed now. Of course there were other places in his place they could make love, but the charming doctor had probably fucked his share of lovelies all over his place.

Why it was bothering her more now, then the other night, well there was a lot about the other night she didn't understand. Also they really needed to stop fucking like this, just because she was unlikely to get pregnant today didn't mean that she would be so lucky forever.

It was strange how fucking him cleared her head, and she was quiet as they walked back to their cars. "I'm not sure that is such a great idea." There was so much she wanted to ask, say, do, and they all crowded in on her. "Would you consider coming to my place?" she suggested feeling intrepid, as if every word was a risk, it seemed as if any word might be the wrong one, the one that could push him away.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark was a little surprised at her request, but agreed without hesitation, thinking it was what made her most comfortable. They exchanged another passionate kiss and then he followed her to her home.

Her apartment was in a nice, upscale part of town, not far from a large park and the surrounding countryside. As he followed her inside, they exchanged knowing glances, smiling and even giggling a little.

After a relaxing, cleansing shower together (which, to both of their surprises, didn't turn into another wild fuck session), they ordered some chinese food and sat on the floor chatting over their big dish of beef chow mein.

Her apartment was nice. Spacious and more than big enough to accomodate them both. When they spoke about their lives, Mark sensed that before meeting him Mackenzie was a "good girl", rarely having sex with a man who wasn't her boyfriend. Mark also sensed her disapproval of his own less than monogamous ways.

That night, their more sexually aggressive appetites somewhat sated from the earlier episode in the woods and the large dinner they'd consumed, they climbed into bed together and began a bit of very gentle, passionate foreplay. As Mackenzie laid vulnerably on her back, Mark gently kissed her lips, cheek and neck. He nippled slightly on the tips of her ears, blowing softly on them while his hands slid the spaghetti straps of her nightgown down her shoulder blades and exposing her abundant breasts. He hands massaged them, alternating between soft rubbing and gentle squeezing.

As his cock slipped inside her moist sex, he took his time, gradually working his way inside her, assuming a slower, easier rhythm. Together, they moaned and gasped, working their way up and finally climaxing nearly simultaneously.

They laid holding one another in post-coital bliss, his hands periodically wandering and stroking her abdomen and his lips and tongue finding their way to her still hardened nipples.

 

[intriguess]

Her mind was staying clear, despite a continued proximity to her doctor, such that once they got to her place it wasn't an immediate fuck fest. They showered, and surprisingly managed to be around each other naked without going at it. She put on a silky nightgown, figuring they would not be going out again, so she figured she didn't need to get dressed. She had skipped lunch and the rumbling of her stomach revealed her new hunger.

They laughed about it, ordered food and talked about their lives, both social and sexual. Mark relunctantly admitted he had been somewhat of a hound, while Mackenzie had very few lovers in the past. She didn't consider herself inexperienced, after all she'd been with each of her lovers for 6 months to a year, while Mark had a menage of women. It seemed a rather mote point, and Doctor Mark acknowledged he was regularly tested and had never had a positive result.

She struggled with the fact that she loved a man who had so carelessly shared his body with so many others. It was hard to feel special as one in a long line of women who had shared his bed. She didn't bring up birth control, she hadn't been on the pill in years, and the patch had given her a rash, and the ring well she had been severely depressed using the ring. A condom just seemed wrong, and considering how she healed, well she doubted any hormonal birth control would be effective.

The talked more, as if trying to catch up socially to where they were sexually. The overtly avoiding the subject of living together. She was dissapointed that he had a conference coming up in a few weeks that he had to attend. She considered travelling with him, but getting a plane ticket at this late date would be expensive or impossible.

On that note, they went to her bedroom, she used the bathroom, checking her reflection, running her fingers through her now short hair. So much had changed, and she wondered if anything would ever be the same again. She wasn't really tired and she pulled back the sheets, feeling his eyes open her. She had a large bed, it suited the large bedroom. He initiated this time, touching her so gently as to be feather light.

She gave in, laying on her back allowing herself to just receive as his fingers slipped her nightgown down. His mouth teasing her flesh, her nipples just as quick to respond to him as when they'd been rushed. She reached her hands upward, gripping the headboard, afraid of clawing him, her knees bent wrapping her legs around him. She only wore panties to bed when she had to, so when his cock began to poke out from his boxers it had no other barriers. There were times she swore he had more hands, as his boxers vanished and his fingers stroked her softly, all the while his mouth and other hand tended to her breasts.

When he finally moved inside her, it was that same electric feeling, but at a low buzz instead of the pulse shattering lightning storm. Her body moved against him, her swollen clit easily getting rubbed with each stroke. She closed her eyes and in that dark moment her body exploded, this time rather than the TNT big boom, it was more like taking down a tower or bridge with cascading explosions. Mark's orgasm blended into hers in a strange match of timing.

She was quiet afterwards, unsure of what to do or say at this point, she wanted to turn away, to have a private moment, but his cock rested inside her, and she slumbered facing him. feeling his hands wander along her body, teasing her breasts.

She woke up still feeling conflicted, her hazy memory seeming to recall waking a few times feeling empty and had stoked him up and slide him back in place. So when she finally was fully awake, his morning wood was already inside her.

"Morning," she whispered still feeling a bit shy about being so sexually active with someone she so recently met. It didn't matter that he was hers, her mind was struggling with so many moral and personal dilemnas, that it was amazing she could focus on any one of them.

 

[Malvolio]

As morning arose, Mark groggily came to his senses. He happily kissed Mackenzie gently, but sensed she seemed distracted and still disturbed. He knew she hadn't approved of his past and he brought the subject up over breakfast. He didn't have long to talk as he needed to get to work, but he explained that it was what it was, he knew it didn't make things any easier for her, but his feelings for her were strong and genuine and he would no longer date other women. He also offered to move some of his things in with her and begin living together to see how things went. Mark explained that he was naturally cautious and wanted to take things one step at a time, but he felt this was the beginning of a very serious and deep, perhaps even permanent, relationship.

What he didn't tell her was that he knew, deep inside, that she was indeed The One. He would never let her go, but fearing telling her so soon might freak her out if her feelings were not the same. He hinted strongly at this, mentioning that he'd like to meet her brothers and mother.

As he left for work, he said he'd stop by his house on the way home, pick up some clothes and other things and then be right over.

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The day at work seemed to drag on. Mark couldn't stop thinking about Mackenzie and even called her three times throughout the day just to hear her voice. The third time, late in the afternoon, she answered the phone and he just gave a low grrrrrrrrrooooowl into the receiver and then whispered "I'm coming for you. Soon."

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Mark was preparing to leave for the day and was filing some final papers at the nurses station when Sharon sauntered up to him.

"So... Dr Cox... how's your little patient doing?" she smirked.

"Hello Sharon. Fine, thank you. I'm in a bit of a hurry. Do you need something?"

"Ohhh, I don't know. Thought you might like to know a thing or two about her though. I found out her ex-boyfriend is bad news. Apparently he's in jail for identity theft. Did you know that? They think he might have had an accomplice too. Makes you kinda wonder about somebody who'd date a person like that..."

"Sharon, the only thing it makes me wonder is why you would be snooping on a former patient. For somebody who's already met with the hospital administrator about one ethical lapse, this is precisely the sort of thing that gets a nurse with a formerly clean record dismissed.

"And regarding her ex, yes, I knew it, she had nothing to do with the jerk and it's none of your damn business."

Mark angrily turned on his heel and marched away. In truth, he hadn't known about Mackenzie's ex being in jail. He doubted Mackenzie did too, but it made him a little nervous. What if she was an accomplice of his? Mark would have to ask her about it over dinner tonight.

On the way home, as he'd said he would, Mark stopped at his place and packed up two large suitcases worth of clothes, some personal items and his laptop, which he password protected just in case. Since it was spring, neither the heat nor the A/C was running, so he didn't need to worry about this. For security's sake, Mark put a pair of timers on lamps in the front of the house and put the deadbolt on the front door. Once the house was secure, he re-routed most of his mail to the hospital, thinking it would be easier to take care of things there. He paid most of his bills online, so there really wasn't much to worry about and his medical journal subscriptions already went to the hospital. Once a week, he could stop by the house, check on it and get any mail that came.

When he arrived at Mackenzie's apartment that evening, he greeted her by dropping his bags, sweeping her up off her feet, holding her tightly and giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today, lover..."

A low growl eminated from deep within him and he nipped playfully on the tip of her ear.

 

[intriguess]

The day seemed to drag on, she scrubbed the bathroom and the kitchen. It had been over a year since she'd been involved with a man. He'd been so secretive, glossing over his job and why his family didn't speak to him. Eventually the secrets had gotten to her and the blow up had made her own family that much more protective. If she only knew what her brothers had done with all the information they had dug up on her ex, she'd be horrified and thankful.

Mackenzie had never shared living space at least not for more than a night here and there, so was feeling a little anxious about how things would work out. She longed for Mark in a way she'd never felt before and feared pushing him away as much as she feared him getting too close. Her stomach was in nervous knots all day, debating what kind of response her family would have to Mark.

She knew they would think he was taking advantage of her, getting so closely involved so quickly after her accident. They might even consider him a gold digger due to his rather extravagent life style. One of her brothers was a mortgage broker, another worked in private security, then there was the auto mechanic, the computer nerd, and of course her youngest brother who was in construction of some sort. Her mother was an accountant, and her father, well she didn't understand her father's job, he told people what to do and made a lot of money at it, or something like that.

She also packed up a lot of clothing that didn't fit at all anymore, and made plans to drop it off to a local charity on Wednesday. The rest of her time was spent fielding calls from various relatives who were concerned about her and the cost of her medical bills. She tried not to sound peeved as she reminded them that she had a full time job with health benefits. Some of them seemed to think she was still a child.

 

[Malvolio]

Over dinner that night, Mark again discussed family. He was the older of two children, his father was deceased and his mother remarried and living on the other side of the country. His sister, younger by two years, lived about an hour away and worked as social worker. He'd always been independent and a little emotionally detached from his parents, but his relationship with his mother and stepfather was amicable and they spoke from time to time. He was closer to his sister and spoke with her often. Mark spoke lovingly of her, how he'd kept an eye out for her when they were children and teenagers and how proud he was of her and what a kind heart she had.

Mark asked Mackenzie about her family and again suggested he'd like to meet them. He hinted that he and his sister met for dinner from time to time and he'd like to introduce them, perhaps either right before or after his medical conference. The conference began at the end of next week and was in Phoenix. It would last for a couple of days and Mark had made plans to visit his old college roommate and his wife while he was out there.

Mark listened intently as Mackenzie spoke about her family, asking friendly, non-threatening questions when appropriate and showing genuine interest. He felt strange, catching up with her like this and felt they needed something more social to put them better at ease.

Out of the blue, Mark suggested he call in sick tomorrow and take Mackenzie for a picnic in the country. The forecast called for nice weather and it seemed like a good thing to do while she was still out from work.

Mark hadn't brought up the subject of Mackenzie's ex yet. He didn't think Mac was a thief and he didn't want her to think he'd been digging into her past. For now, he'd wait and listen and learn. He'd let his gut tell him if and when to raise the subject.