I've decided to split the story up into many fanfics and to trun it into a series!
This is the last chapter for this story.
The next one shud be up tomrow - or if not then on saturday hopfully.
When night fell they were all more than ready for sleep. Lexa and Jesse had taken the guestroom with the two single beds. Shalimar had the spacious bed in her father's room, at her father's insistence, while he moved to the couch in the den. Brennan was across the hall from her, stretched out on the couch in her father's office. She didn't think that he would stay there.
Shalimar lay awake, listening to the ticking of the clock on the nightstand. With every tick she expected Brennan to knock at the door. She fell asleep still waiting for him.
The sound of a low-flying helicopter brought her awake with a start, making her sit bolt upright in bed. Heart pounding, she realized that it was circling directly above the house. That was when the bedroom door was kicked open, torn from its hinges, molding splintering.
Men in night-black assault gear, faces masked and goggled, carrying automatic weapons, flooded into the room. Before she even had a chance to react they got the restraint, a claw like device on the end of a long pole, around her neck. The claw squeezed, constricting her airway. She couldn't breathe.
Only men who knew what they were hunting, a feral mutant, would have those devices. The Dominion. How did they find them so quickly? The Dominion headquarters had been destroyed when the Helix went up, but it seemed that hadn't slowed them down in the slightest.
She gagged, choking soundlessly, the restraint only getting tighter. She clawed at the restraint, but it was useless. They had her and her strength was failing. Darkness was closing in at the edges of her vision.
She heard it dimly, the sound of hard footfalls, someone running down the hallway toward her room.
"Hey!" came a shout from the doorway just seconds later. "Leave her alone!"
The restraint around her neck slackened for the briefest of moments, just long enough for her to suck in a breath. Her vision cleared, in time for her to see Brennan come charging into the room.
He threw a bolt of electricity at the nearest commando. She tried to shout, tried to tell him to leave her and run... All she could manage was to choke out his name brokenly before the restraint clamped her windpipe shut once more. His electricity had no effect. The commandos were wearing elemental-proof armor.
The commando that Brennan had just tried to zap turned, leveling his weapon at his mutant attacker, and fired. She saw Brennan fall, blood oozing out from under his hand where he clutched his chest, his mouth an 'o' of shock and pain.
Whatever came over her the next instant, it was as though the restraint holding her never existed. A wordless roar of primal, instinctual rage tore from her, and she leapt for the man who had pulled the trigger. She tackled him with all of her strength, knocking him to the floor in a tangle of limbs and struggling bodies. With her superior strength and agility, she had the edge.
"Shalimar, what are you doing?"
The voice, a pained, surprised shout, made her freeze. She blinked. The commandos were gone. The bedroom door was still in one piece. She listened for the helicopter. No sign of it, not even in the distance, nothing but the sound of her harsh breathing. There was only Brennan, who lay pinned beneath her with his arm wrenched painfully behind his back. Realizing it was him, she released him immediately.
Brennan sat up, holding his arm. "Why did you attack me?"
"I thought..." she started and trailed off. "You're not dead."
"Should I be?" he asked, incredulous.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. "I was dreaming..."
"Must have been one hell of a dream."
Concern washed over her when she saw the way he was cradling his arm. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," he said testing his arm carefully. "Just scared the crap out of me."
"You shouldn't sneak up on me."
Caught in the throes of a nightmare that had seemed so real, her instincts had been on overload. When he'd tried to wake her, she had simply reacted. Reflexive feral instinct – it could be dangerous if uncontrolled. Usually for her, controlling it wasn't a problem. With the stress they were all under now, she didn't have much control of anything. She could have really hurt him...
"Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," he said, hauling himself onto his feet. He helped her up as well. "Why did you have to go after my bad arm?"
"Feral instinct," she said. "I knew your weakness."
His hand touched her face, his touch turning quickly into a caress. His eyes looked steadily into hers, searching.
"Are your instincts telling you what my weakness is now?"
She closed her eyes, leaning into his hand. "I thought you weren't coming."
"I was waiting, to make sure everyone was in bed, and I fell asleep. I didn't mean to..."
His arms encircled her waist and pulled her gently to him, into his warmth, holding her lightly. Her heart beat faster, feeling the heat of his body against hers, the hard muscles of his thighs and his stomach. She knew what he felt like, but not completely. There hadn't been time before, to know all of him. They could have each other now, with no barriers between them. There was time. He was here, if she wanted him.
She had wanted him before, badly enough to seek him out after only a promise offered in one conversation, and the almost-kiss that had followed. She felt that same desire now. Still, standing there trembling in his arms, she hesitated.
"Where is this going, Brennan? With us?"
He smiled. His eyes were molten pools. "I told you, Shal," he said softly, "we can go anywhere you want..."
Her heart was pounding so hard now that she thought it might burst. She had made her choice. She didn't need to understand it. All she knew was him, and he was the only thing that she wanted.
His hands glided slowly up from her waist, brushing over her bare shoulders, before gently framing her face. He saw the answer in her eyes. Slowly, he lowered his mouth, and his lips brushed hers once, just the slightest touch, then again. She inhaled his scent, turning her face up, letting her breath out in a soft, trembling sigh.
It was when his lips pressed fully against hers, warm and so sweet, that the thrill went through her, arcing to some secret place deep within. She let her mouth open to him, felt his tongue slide between her lips, hot and slick, and let her own dip into the heat of his mouth. She made a soft sound of pleasure against his lips. He tasted so good...
His hands found their way back to her waist, pulling her hard against his body. The evidence of his desire pressed against the softness of her belly, sending a new rush of heat through her. She nipped at his upper lip none-too-gently then, and felt him smile against her lips. Pounding heart roaring in her ears, her impulses screamed for her to capture him, to take all of him in a tumult of desire. It was the most primal instinct of all, powerful and insistent, and it took considerable effort for her to turn it aside. She wasn't going to give in to it like the last time, and ruin these perfect moments laid out for them.
She got a hold of the hem of his t-shirt, tugging on it, pushing it up to expose his muscular chest and abdomen. She kissed him, a spot just below his collarbone, making a wet patch where she tasted him. He shuddered hard, a groan escaping him. Pulling his shirt up over his head, she cast it aside.
His hands slid up under her camisole, his touch burning into her skin. Softly her stroked her back, and then he was touching her, caressing... He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat as her head fell back, her body bowing in his arms. Her nails raked down his back. He found the fastener at the back of her top and popped it open. Pushing the straps from her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor. He moved to the snap on her jeans and pulled the zipper. The backs of his fingers brushed her hipbones, her belly, and she nearly sobbed.
Brennan pulled her close, just holding her, and she rested her head on his chest. She heard his heart pounding in time with her own. His bare skin felt so good pressed against hers, burning with heat. It was so good, being with him like this...
His hand slid along her jaw, turning her face up, and she looked into his eyes, completely melted with his want of her. He kissed her mouth softly, letting his lips linger on hers, sending a shudder through her. She leaned into the kiss. She couldn't help it, not with her heart so open. She was drowning in him and completely helpless to stop it. She didn't want to stop.
Both of them naked now from the waist up, they knelt on the bed. They took their time with each other, touching, kissing, and exploring with a wonder there hadn't been time for in their last –and only – encounter.
Brennan's hands slid over her skin, and she wept at his touch, that had such tenderness in it, tasting her own tears as she kissed him. She had never, ever surrendered like this, not with anyone. There had never been anyone that she trusted enough, to leave all that she was exposed and vulnerable.
The rest of their clothing came away, and he laid her down gently on the bed, as though she were some fragile object that would shatter without the greatest of care, all the while looking into her eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Shal..." he whispered.
She touched her fingers to his lips. This wasn't the time for words.
He came into her slowly, his body sliding up the length of hers, sinking deeply until his belly pressed flat against hers. She cried out with the pleasure of it, her nails digging into the flesh of his back.
His lips brushed her closed eyelids. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly against her ear. He was thinking of how rough their last time had been.
"No," she breathed. Her tongue caressed his ear. "Brennan...please..."
He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, where her pulse throbbed just beneath the skin, racing with need. Moving in slow, languorous strokes, he brought his mouth to hers. Their kiss was slow and deep, and unhurried, his tongue sliding sweetly against hers, thrusting in rhythm with his body.
She gave herself over completely, letting pleasure mount in slow-building waves, while she rocked against him, dimly aware of the patter rain outside the bedroom window. It seemed to come from a great distance when it broke, moving in a great surge, a climax so vast, and so slow, and so good that she wept anew, burying her face against his shoulder. She closed her eyes, feeling it spiral outward, wave after wave breaking powerfully over her.
When she became aware again, she felt him, still moving inside her. Her eyes opened, looking deeply into his. She had to see...
It was his eyes that closed then, long lashes feathering over his cheeks. His body tensed, going rigid against hers as he spent himself, a sweet, hot throbbing deep inside of her that brought the waves crashing down on her all over again.
Afterward she slept, wrapped in the safety of his arms.
Later, when she woke, she let him make love to her again, in the first light of dawn. She didn't know when they would get another chance. Slow and sweet, it was everything it was meant to be between them.
It was love that she felt for Brennan, what she had always felt. She had been loving him all this time, completely unaware of it until these beautiful, tender moments here with him.
Now, they may not have any time left. If they couldn't find Adam, if they couldn't find the Creator and stop him, there was no future. It was that which kept her from telling Brennan what was in her heart, even though she ached to say it, just three simple words. I love you...