waiting for wild_callie

[mute_clay]

Clay had cleaned. He was quite proud of himself. And he had cooked. And it hadn't burned. Much.

He'd had the day off work and the time suddenly seemed so very very long.

Darth Maul was asleep on the couch and he had just finished making coffee.

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Michael had driven her, quietly. She has made sure to kiss him and hug him tightly before getting out of the Chevelle with her small bag, remembering him that she had left food for several days in the frezeer and that she would call him every day.

Waiting a few minutes to get her breath back after the stairs, she knocked at Clay's door.

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Clay makes his way to the door. It's Callie. She looks small and tired and he pulls her tight and hugs her, rubbing his mouth and nose against her hair. Then he pulls her inside and makes her sit on the couch next to Darth Maul while he gets her warm coffee and a blanket from his bed.

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Clay doesn't let her talk and shows her a commanding finger, ordering her to sit down and be good and wait. Darth Maul sniffs her for a little while and finally recognises her scent form her previous visit, allowing her to scrath his belly and behind his ears.

The blanket smells of fresh soap and the coffee is strong, black and sweet just like she likes, and Callie has eyes only for Clay as he finally sits close to her on the sofa.

"Can I stay for a few days?"

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Of course. You know you can always stay here.

He leans over to kiss her cheek. He doesn't ask why. Or how long a few days are. Instead he pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear and tells her to admire how clean the apartment is.

He doesn't want to hear about - Them.

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Callie dutifully looks around, and indeed, for a man, and for Clay, the apartment is quite quite clean.

"I'm impressed," she says with a smile, nodding. "Of course, I could check under the sofa and the bed to see if you've remembered to swipe under them as well..."

A small sip of coffee covers her mouth, eyes only showing, with a teasing light in them. He hasn't chamge from last time, there's still that hard wall, that way of taking his eyes away and changing the topic, or not asnwering a question, that says he doesn't want to talk about..the rest.

And Callie will respect. After all, it's only fair. And if it's dark enough, he won't see the bruises and won't worry or be angry.

"Darth Maul has grown a lot." Mmm..the coffee is good. It always tastes better when you make it ...

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Clay sniffs. Why sweep under the couch? I'm not going in there. And Darth Maul likes the dust bunnies.

He smiles at her. I'm glad you like it. Are you hungry? I could make you something.

Things have changed. And she is a guest here. Now. It's strange.

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Callie shake sher head before she can think about it. Not hungry, no.

"Later," she adds, hoping that it's true. "Don't you know the story of the dust bunny that was so big that they had to send him on the moon, because he would keep trying to sneak under the beds and nobody could sleep anymore?"

Darth Maul jumped up and tried to attack Clay's knee, making Callie laugh loud. "Oh I see, it;s not a kitten, it's a lion's cub!"

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It's a nuisance, is what it is.

Clay may be grumbling but when he lifts Darth Maul down on the floor his hands are gentle. And when she immediately tries to kill his toes he looks almost proud.

I think you've told me that one already.

He smiles at her. But I can't remember it so you'll have to tell it again. When we go to bed.

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"You never really listened to me, didn't you?" it's a mock question and an equally mocking finger being sternly shaken in front of Clay's nose.

"We'll have to keep the window open, then. I have to show you the moon...you eat, I'll stay here and talk of war and weapons with your lion's cub," Callie offers a finger as a distraction to Clay's toes, and promptly a ball of fur and sharp claws is attached to it by its tiny teeth.

Chuckling and twitching her nose, Callie shakes her finger a little. "She has a good technique."

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Oh no. Clay pulls a face. Now you'll gang up on me and I can't even handle just one of you.

He grins and shakes his head and goes to make sandwiches. He returns a little while later, placing them between them. She should eat. She looks tired and thin and pale.

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Darth Maul is busy trying to burrow under Callie's dress, and Callie is laughing softly, teasing the kitten with a finger, tapping on the small head through the light cotton.

I think you already taught her quite a lot, but you should have specified that only male kittens looks under skirts..

Clay has made sandwiches and he obviously expects her to eat some of them. It's in his eyes. Callie tries, a small morsel, then another, and it's too much already. Her stomach really doesn't take the food well.

"I see you're taking good care of the plants. Tell me about your job? And how's David?"

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Of course I do. They're from you.

He chews for a bit.

The job is okay. City people don't know anything about wood. It's not really craftsmanship or anything but it's a job.

He pauses. I am not sure how David is. I haven't seen him in a while.

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"Yes, they are different here, aren't they? They always run everywhere. I still think..."Callie looks around, at the small wooden carvings of animals placed around the apartment. "Your carvings are really beautiful. Maybe I could sell them in my shop, with the flowers? If you want...I think they should be in a gallery. Al- I have the dragon and the cat back, in my room. I think the dragon winked at me the other day."

Callie really can't eat, so she moves the sandwiches on the other side of Clay and lies down with her head in his lap, looking up at him. Darth Maul looks up at Clay too.

"If you're not too tired when you come back from work, we can go to the flower shop and we can take measurements for the shelves?"

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Sure.

He smiles down at her and lets his fingers move through her hair, ignoring her slip.

And you're welcome to try. To sell the carvings.

He strokes her face gently. Then he pets Darth Maul a little, so she won't feel left out.

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Callie sighs quietly, just looking up at him, but it's not a sad sigh, more like a contentment little sound, settling her head and shoulders more comfortably against him.

"I'm sure I'll them all in a tick. We;ll take a few to the shop, yes?" Her eyes are growing heavy. "Can I nap a little?" She presses her nose into Clay's belly, she doesn't want to move but she will if he has stuff to do.

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He doesn't answer. He just keeps petting her till she falls asleep, settling himself a little better.

He sits like that for a long time, as the room grows dark. Smiling.

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A short nap turns into a much longer and deeper sleeping time, that Callie needed badly. Still, it doesn't last as long as her body really needs and she wakes up with a startling motion, and a little yelp.

It's dark now. Clay? Your Ma wanted you to help her with the trash...

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He puts his arms around her and holds her tight. You were dreaming Callie. We're the only ones here.

He kisses her gently.

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His arms are good. He smells nice. Smells of Clay. Clean soap and a little man sweat.

But she said...oh. Where's everyone gone?

Her arms go around his waist and she lifts her face to his. Kiss.. she asks, all sleepy and confused.

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He holds her closer and kisses her. Deeply.

I'm here. You're safe. I love you.

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"Mmm..." You taste of pickles..I like pickles..

Her lips part for Clay, willingly. Love you. Missed you. He's warm, and his arms are perfect around her. She snuggles closer, as close as she can.

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He licks at her lips, sucks gently at her tongue, one hand moving down to push up her dress and caress her thigh.

Love you. Always.

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It's nice. Lovely. Being held and kissed and petted. It shows in her eyes when she looks up at Clay, searching his mouth for more kisses.

Clay... it sounds like a caress should sound, sweet and soft and tender.

she spreads her legs a little, inviting his hand to explore further.

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He smiles at her and moves his hand further up under her dress, caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs and gently stroking her mound.

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Callie sighs happily, like a cat purring its pleasure, curling up in Clay's lap, her hand covering Clay's between her legs.

Love you. Always loved you. You won't go away, will you?

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No. I won't. Not ever again.

He lets her hand guide his as she slowly gets herself off, kissing her face.

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Warmth. Comfort. Clay's scent. His arms around her. His hand on her. His lips. Kisses. More kisses. Tongues dancing. Safe. Safe. Loved. Wet.

I felt so ugly without you..

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No. Never. You could never be ugly. So beautiful. Everywhere. Inside. Outside. More than anybody else.

He kisses her. Deeply.

I love you so much.

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Somehow she's lying down now, stretched on the narrow sofa, pulling Clay closer, on top of her, between her legs, her dress pulled up, her hands pulling his jeans down.

Make beautiful. Please Clay. Make me beautiful..

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Clay gets out of his jeans and then moves down between her legs, kissing her. Licking her. Her lips lets his tongue in and he tries to taste every part of her warm softness.

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Yes...yes, yes, yes..

Callie's hands caress and pet Clay's head between her legs, words leaving the way to pretty moans and needy whispers, sounds for Clay as his tongue makes love to her and she cries out softly, juices running freely on his chin.

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He goes on and on. Till his jaw hurts and his eyes water. Caressing her hips and her belly. Sucking, licking, tickling. Stabbing. Using his fingers to make sure that everything is the way she likes it.

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Something has changed in Callie since she took the serum in the island..she's hungrier, needier, and the pleasure more intense, every time.

And Clay knows her so well, every motion, every touch, where to lick, where and when to suck, fingers and tongue playing her like an instrument, making her arch and cry out, once and then again and then once more.

And she stops him then, pulling a little on his hair to make him lift his head, so that she can kiss him, tasting herself in his mouth, and the more kisses are pressed on his neck, and little bites, and she pushes him backward gently, sothat he can rest against the opposite armrest of the sofa.

Her lips nibble on his chest, small teeth seeking his nipples, biting them until they almost hurt, to make him shiver, to make him harder, and then she goes lower, blonde hair hiding her when she licks his cock from root to head, rhythmycally, as if she would never stop, making Clay's cock shiny with her tongue, making it tremble until little pearly drops crown its very tip.

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It's not that it is wrong. Far from it. It feels very very right. But - something has changed. If he could think - and he can't, not with Callie's hot mouth so close - it'd bother him. Worry him. Frighten him. Callie shouldn't change.

He moans silently at the feel of her tongue on him.

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Clay can't talk, but he has ways of communicating his pleasure.

Callie takes the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking not so gently, her eyes closed to better cherish the taste she remembers so well.

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Clay's toes are curling and his thighs starts trembling, ever so slightly.

The fingers of one hand tangle in her hair, gently at first and then harder. He doesn't control her movement but she can pretend he does if she wants to.

His hips are moving, just a little, as he tries not to thrust up, into her hot wet mouth.

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Callie has missed doing this for Clay, and for herself too, there is a lot of pleasure in it for her as well..each little gasp, every single mute sound..it all makes her spine tingle.

Clay's little thrusts make her love him more, and she breaths through her nose as much as possible, swallowing around him, trying to take as much as she can of him in.

I love you, my perfect, golden love, my star..,/i>

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One hand has moved to her shoulder and his fingers tighten as he feels his excitement build. He doesn't want to come yes. He wants it to go on and on and on. But if it didn't he couldn't touch her, not properly, and he wants that too. He wants to hold her tight and fall asleep with her scent in his nose.

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One of Callie's hands slides down between her legs, to rub and stroke gently as her moans transmit vibrations to Clay's cock. Her eyes closed, when Clay tenses and his fingers contract on her shoulder, in her hair, she helps with one hand, swallowing easily, licking the few drops spilled and like a kitten crawls on her fours over Clay, to rub herself against him, to flop down half on top of him, burrowing against him.

"I love you," she sighs. "So, so much."
I need you...

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He kisses her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.

Love you too. More than anything.

He puts his arms around her, already dropping off to sleep.

Stay here. Don't move.

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'No' Callie shakes her head, not moving.

Her eyes close and she rsts her head on Clay's shoulder, asleep in seconds, but her arms are around Clay's waist and one of her thrown over his, as if she's afraid he is the one that is going to move, to disappear as she sleeps.