Fic: Pole Position (13 of ?)

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Title: Pole Position (Part 13 of ?)
Author: obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend, namarie120, for begging me offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorous namarie120
Author's note: Definite Het in this part. And it's Het!Craig (eek!) Please…don't squick…don't yell…and by all means, don't give up reading till the bitter end! If you just *can't* read het, then don't read this part. I wrote it so it *could* be skipped over. Try it, you just might like it!



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Alexandra paced the darkness in her living room, waiting on the phone or the doorbell ringing or…something…anything to indicate the ordeal was over. The quiet rapping of the knocker against the door was unexpected, and caused her to jump. She had to take a few deep breaths before regaining control of her legs.

Opening the door, she gasped when she saw Craig in full geisha regalia. "I couldn't wait to come to you," he said, his voice low and sensual. "I need you to rid me of this memory."

Her gaze moved over the man standing there…sweat causing white face paint and black embellishments to run down over a gorgeous silk caftan. His feet were bare, his right hand swollen with use. The veins on his neck stood out proudly, even through the thick makeup.

She reached out her hand, oblivious to their short tenure, and pulled him inside. Wordlessly, they made their way upstairs…him padding along silently behind her into the large master bathroom (her one luxury). He stood there, still as she ran the bath. As she turned to retrieve him, she found him almost lost in the cloud of steam.

When he didn't immediately move, Alex got closer to him and realized he was crying. "Oh my goodness," she sighed. "Tell me."

"You don't want to know," he replied solemnly, his head hung in an attempt to hide the tears.

"Trust me. I've lost a husband. I know pain. You can tell me."

Her words were convincing…compelling. "I…killed…him."

She felt his body slouch a bit, as if he meant to crumple to the floor. "Come Dav…Craig. Into the bath with you." Alex winced at the almost-mention of her dead-husband's name. Yet she felt strangely drawn to this man, who was close to the perfect effigy of her long-lost-love.

Craig moved slowly, mindlessly following the woman into the thickness of condensation. He felt her hands disrobing him…reverently removing the heavy silk from his otherwise-naked body. Stifling a groan, an unconscious response to her touch, he stepped into the deep warmth of the bath. The haze around him almost blinded him…so he closed his eyes, enhancing his sense of hearing. A quiet splash indicated to him that Alex had entered the bath with him. "It'll make it easier for me to bathe you," she offered, in response to his unspoken question.

She dipped the washcloth down into the swirling water, and then spritzed her facial cleanser onto the wet fabric. Her thought was that the specialized cleanser would remove the makeup while causing the least amount of irritation to Craig's skin. Gently, she worked the cloth in tiny circles against his face, smiling as each inch of flesh was revealed. After face and neck were rid of all traces of makeup, Alex took a large pitcher at the bath's side and used it to pour water down over Craig's head. Ensuring that his hair was fully saturated, she massaged a handful of coconut-scented shampoo into the mass of brunette atop his head. The man seemed to be in a trance. However, Alex was soon to find this furthest from the truth.

Craig reveled in the feel of Alexandra's fingers against him, even if there was a barrier of terrycloth between them. Her temperate contact left him wanting more. With his soul bared after the beating and killing, Craig's hands moved almost involuntarily forward, coming in contact with Alex's bare stomach. "Tell me to stop," he pleaded.

The touch of his hands against her flesh was almost too much to bear. It had been so long since she'd had contact with another in such a physical manner. "I…can't," she responded, the mere feeling of his hands overwhelming.

He moved spontaneously upwards, rough skin combusting the sensitivity of her nipples. Alex's head fell back as a moan escaped her mouth. Suddenly, his hands jerked backwards, flying swiftly to his face. "Fuck!"

Alex was mortified at his hasty withdrawal. 'Was I not enough for him?' she asked herself in pity. 'Would he really rather the touch of a man instead?'

"Alexandra," he groaned, his voice pleading.

"What is it?" she asked, hesitant to discover the answer.

"Soap…in my eyes…"

'Shit', she moaned to herself, then quickly grabbed the pitcher, filling it and pouring a steady stream upon his head. Finally, his hands came up to grasp hers. "Enough, woman."

Alex smiled, quietly, to herself. 'So it wasn't me'. She tried to stand, intent on retrieving a towel with which to dry Craig, but he stopped her, grabbing her hand.

"Leaving me so quickly?"

"Of course not," she said, smiling. "I'm getting a towel for you."

"For us," he urged, lifting her wet palm to his lips, licking the moisture from her anxious flesh.

She moved again to stand, feeling his reluctance in releasing her hand. Her entire body trembled as she returned with the largest towel she owned.

The water off and steam clearing, she re-approached the bath…more able to see him now than before. His eyes, albeit still clear and blue, took on a dark teal tone…full of longing and lust. Craig stood in the draining water, taking the towel from her. "How long has it been, my beautiful Alexandra?"

She couldn't answer…merely turning her face away from his gaze.

He stepped out of the bath, moving forward to wrap the towel around her nakedness. "Don't answer that. I'm sorry for reminding you of your pain. Just don't tell me," he urged, in her own words from earlier that day, "that you no longer had an interest in *me*."

"You remind me too much of what was," she started, almost completely mindless with wanting. "And what could be."

Craig allowed his lips to move down, sliding along the curve of Alex's long neck, licking and nipping and getting to know every curve of it. She squirmed against him, caught in the containment of his arms holding the towel around her. His tongue moved up and down, exploring every tendon and sinew in its path…glorifying in the response it drew from her. He made love to her neck, the impressive length of it, and loved the way it caused her tormented body to stroke longingly against his.

"My love," Craig moaned, his lips still ensconced against her neck, teeth barely grazing the tender flesh. "Oh, my God, love," he continued, unable to form a coherent thought.

"It's been so long," she responded, comprehending his need, feeling the bulge of his naked flesh pushing against her thigh through the barrier of the towel.

"Fuck," he swore, biting a bit harshly into the tender flesh of her neck. "Is it too soon?"

Alex struggled a minute, trying to discern exactly what he was asking. Adding everything together, she finally responded, "not at all…I need you…I want you, only you "

Instantaneously, Craig swept her up, towel and all, and immediately hastened to the bedroom…laying her down onto the pristine bed. He perched over her, strong arms holding him aloft over her prone frame beneath him. "It's been a long time since I've been so drawn to a woman," he admitted, unashamed.

In turn, she felt brazen to respond, "It's been a long time since I've been attracted to a man…to anyone." As she spoke, Alex grabbed the sides of the towel and parted it…revealing her body to Craig.

He watched her wanton display of her body with appreciation. After only seconds, though, he couldn't refrain from contact any longer. His mouth swooped down on hers, claiming his territory…all the while remembering the 'permission' he'd received from Ian. Craig's tongue swabbed the inside of Alexandra's mouth, dueling with her own slick muscle. As he lowered himself down onto her, Craig skillfully flipped them so she now lay on top of him.

Her hand moved down over the crisp expanse of hair across his chest, shivering with the movement of bristling curls against her palm. She put her hands on his shoulders, and moving forward, lifting herself up, dragged her breasts along his chest, the hairs tickling and stimulating her nipples along the way. When she neared his face, he reached his hands up, grabbed her breasts, and lifted them to his mouth, licking the tips. After a while, Craig withdrew his tongue, but continued the stimulation by rubbing his stubble-covered chin across her nipples. A gasp came through her lips; she could already tell he was a skilled lover, and couldn't wait to see what else was in store.

Alex didn't want to break the contact of his beard on her skin, so she put her hand behind his head, winding her fingers into his thick hair, and said playfully, "You know, I'll bet that beard would feel absolutely yummy just about anywhere on me." Craig looked up at her, his blue eyes now dark with longing; then, since he had her breasts clasped so tightly together, he reached down and captured both nipples simultaneously in his teeth. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes closing, her head falling backwards. "Goodness, that's wonderful."

He let the nipples slip from his vise, and spoke darkly to her, "My dear, I've only started with you. And be forewarned; I'm not always a *nice* guy." Ah, so he meant to play rough with her. It only furthered her excitement. Leaning closer to her, Craig nuzzled his way past her hair, and whispered in her ear, "It's my game, dear. Are you up for the challenge? You've got my word I won't really hurt you. Just enough to make you beg for more."

She backed away from him enough to look into his eyes. The sapphire orbs shone with a wicked fire flickering behind them. "I'm very good at games. I just hope you're as good at your character as I intend to be with mine," she replied.

He laughed again. That soft, resonating laugh that sent shivers through to her core. Craig flipped her again, pushing her back, slightly roughly, so that she landed back onto the bed under his controlling grasp. Moving forward, his hands slid up her legs, pushing them apart, spreading her for his full inspection. Alex watched in mesmerized anticipation as Craig moved his head close to her womanhood. At first, he moved his lips gently against the outer folds, his whiskers grazing against the sensitive flesh, causing sparks of pleasure to well up inside her. As he continued tickling her, his hands moved upwards, still holding her open, but reaching up to pull apart the folds of flesh. Her bud was already swollen with expectation. As he moved down to take it between his teeth, she was almost overwhelmed with the feeling of him against her. He brushed it up and down only a couple of times, though, then bit down, taking the nub captive between his teeth. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh," a moan burst from her. Then, as quickly as he had swooped down on her, he released her.

Craig leaned back beside her on the bed, watching Alex squirming in front of him, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she writhed on the brink of release. Her arousal was obvious, as the wetness oozed generously from her. Without him there continuing his foreplay, she eventually settled a bit, and her eyes popped open. "Oooh," she almost seethed; "You do play mean." He laughed, moving towards her again, careful not to touch her, even when her hips moved instinctively in search of him.

"We have all night to play, love," he cooed against her ear, then running his tongue from the bottom of her earlobe, tracing an imaginary path down the side of her neck. She reacted to him immediately, the sensation bringing all the lust back to the forefront again. "Please," she pleaded with him, whispering against his head. "I need to feel you…" She trailed off.

He did not lift his head, but spoke between licks, the deep timber of his voice sending shivers as it reverberated against her neck. "Tell me, dear. Tell me how much you need me." His request was matter of fact almost, but slightly urgent in a way. Something in her was glad she could sense a little of his need for her as well. She broke through her reverie momentarily, looking up at him. He smiled at her, as if to encourage her, and his hands squeezed her arms a bit, reassuringly.

She lifted her head up, and moved her lips against Craig's ear. "I've wanted you since I first met you, in the office. It was difficult to concentrate on conversation, something in me wanted you to push me onto my desk and take me there in front of everyone…like I want you to take me now." Craig's tongue moved down from her neck onto her chest, up one mound, circling the nipple, moving down the valley between her breasts, then up to the other nipple. She writhed furiously now, her legs rubbing against each other, trying desperately for release.

"Open your legs, my dear," he commanded in a hushed, evil tone, "or I will be forced to stop touching you altogether." She shuddered and then complied, her legs spreading achingly apart, the wetness now dripping from her. Craig then continued speaking to her, his tongue still moving from breast to breast, lapping circles around her hard nipples. "Very good," he resumed. "It would do you well to remember who is in control here. For you will not achieve release until I allow you to. It is my intention," he said, darkly, "to permit your discharge when it is most convenient for me." With that, he took her left nipple between his teeth, and bit down hard. She squealed with a delicious combination of delight and pain. As his teeth ground against her flesh, she felt his hand slide up the inside her thigh, moving back and forth against her skin. Her hips moved up towards him – he immediately withdrew his hand. "I'm sorry," she muttered remembering his warning, and lowered herself back down.

He let the nipple slip reluctantly from between his teeth with a pop, looking down at her forebodingly. "I'll let it go this one time, darling. But you must remember to obey me." She nodded, unable to tear herself away from his gaze. He noticed the longing in her eyes, and could barely force himself to resist taking her then and there. He certainly enjoyed a willing participant to this particular fantasy he had; however, she was so desirable that it was almost too much for him. He was overwhelmed at her sensuality, and knew he would give in soon. But this first time between them would be exquisite. "Soon," he whispered against her lips, and then kissed her deeply. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the expertise of his kiss -- the feel of his warm lips against hers, the tickle of his stubble against her cheek, the slick wetness of his tongue exploring her mouth. He kissed her long and deep, moving his body between her legs as the kiss went on. Her hands moved up on their own accord, caressing his chest, moving across his tiny erect nipples, feeling his shudder with delight as she did so.

Suddenly, he moved off her, kneeling up. His erection was full and thick, reaching out towards her through a thatch of dusky blonde hair. He heard her moaning, and noticed she was looking at the tip of his penis out of which oozed a good amount of pre-cum. "You'd like that, wouldn't you darling," he asked her, teasingly. Her gaze never left it, but she nodded her assent. He took a deep breath, knowing he had the willpower to hold out only a little longer, and moved the tip in front of her mouth. She looked up at him, awaiting his "permission"; even in her longing, she did play the game well. "Take it, my dear," he conceded, "but mind that you please me, or I will take it away from you just as quickly." He hadn't even finished speaking before he felt her lips sliding along his length, the warmth of her mouth surrounding him, licking the fluid from its tip, the muscles of her mouth expertly massaging the length of him. This went on for a few minutes, as she devoured him hungrily; finally, he reluctantly pushed her gently off him and back down on to the bed.

Craig looked down at Alex, bracing his hands on either side of her, lowering his pelvis between her legs. "God, yes, please Craig," she whispered hoarsely, as the tip of his cock moved almost on its own to her entrance. She saw the fire in his eyes as he entered her in one quick thrust. Immediately, she responded to him, her muscles twitching wildly against him, answering each of his plunges with a passion that surprised even her. They bucked furiously against each other – grunting, animalistic noises coming from the fervor between them. As she felt the release swelling within him, he bent down to groan against her ear, "Now, my dear. Let me feel your liberation against my obliging cock." And with that, she did…sweet, fulfilling release. She was overwhelmed with the sensation, feeling his passion spewing deep inside her.

After a long while, they slowed and finally stopped, his head and arm draped across her. Everything was silent for a while. Finally, Alex felt Craig's fingers tracing errant circles along her tummy. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly. "And just think, darling," he continued, "this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

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[obselizabeth.livejournal.com]

hmmmm, craig's back story....never thought of that...all i've really put, as far as that goes, was that he was mentored by ian...and apparently one of ian's favorites...

thanks, though, for reading het!craig, and for the feedback!