by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/F
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file
"You okay?" Melanie stole a look at Jake as he squirmed in the passenger's seat for the fifth time since they'd left the restaurant, once again wondering if what she'd done had actually been such a good idea. He wasn't reacting the way he should be, she'd just meant to loosen him up, not freak him out.
"Not really," Jake seemed to startle at the admission. "Two beers, there is no way I can be this drunk."
"You usually get honest when you're drunk?" She smiled and filed that bit of information away for later.
He blinked and shook his head sharply, "just *very* relaxed. I guess I do."
"Well, that's a good thing," she watched him out of the corner of her eye, and tried not to smile when he adjusted himself, at least that part seemed to be working. "You could stand to relax every once and a while."
"Not really," Jake finally risked a look at his companion, and immediately regretted it when he felt himself start to move. "Oh, kats ..." came out a whispered curse as he tried draw a breath through a clenched throat, and felt his right hand slip up her leg. "Not good," got out before he buried his nose in her silky hair and felt himself start to purr deep in his chest, setting up a nearly painful resonance between his hands, throat and groin.
Melanie barely got the car to the side of a wet, deserted road and parked mostly under a dimming streetlight before his fingers discovered his lack of panties and slid inside her, not a heartbeat before the first sharp nip at her neck. She parted her legs slightly on reflex and gave herself a long moment to enjoy the attention before unlocking her door.
"More ... outside." She did her best to urge his fingers from their slippery new home and get out the door into the light drizzle, while he still looked at least marginally amicable to the move. She knew she'd never get more than one shot at this and consoled her aching mons with the thought that it would be worth it. How many kats got to have their fantasies happen?
Jake trembled slightly as she got out of reach, trying to control the chaos in his veins now that he had another chance, even knowing it was basically hopeless. "Damn it," was a harsh whisper when he saw her slid up the hood of her car, then look directly at him while she slid the short skirt up. "At least she's willing, but why rain?" was the last coherent thought he had for a while as his body's needs took over.
Melanie only saw a flash of dark color when he moved from kneeling across her seat to his hands and knees above her, shielding her from the majority of the water around them. His knees settled between her spread legs on the almost too hot metal, the sent and hiss of steaming concrete and vehicle swirled around them, lending credence to the feeling that they were alone in the world.
For once she didn't ask what he wanted, she just reached for the buttons on his jeans, and was rewarded by a fierce kiss and several thrusts against her palm as she pulled fabric out of the way, but the only sound was the patter of misty rain and the creek of sheet metal when one of them moved.
Then her hands were pulled away and over her head, crossed at the wrists and held in what little space there was in one hand, as the other spread her swollen labia and guided Jake inside her in a single, hard thrust. He held still for a short while, absorbing the heat of the engine under him, her need and his own, and the cool mist against his back.
She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in a side of her mate she rarely got to see, and the too rare feeling of him hungry and buried inside her. She brought her knees up, crossed her ankles above the small of his back, and whispered encouragements to move; to please himself and not worry about her.
A low growl told her she'd won something on that list when he grabbed the hood with a free hand to steady them and arched his back up to push deeper, ignoring the now heavy droplets that splattered on his soaked shirt and swam through his fur to pool around them.
Melanie breathed in the smell of his arousal, her own and the cleansing dustiness of the wet city before concentrating on matching his strokes, closing around him as he withdrew and relaxing when he thrust in. The first fiery tremor that rumbled through her from wombs to clit was a shock she couldn't stop herself from arching into, and against him. The rough, enticing friction of his jeans against her naked thighs came sharply into focus a heartbeat later, and he shifted he thrusting to a short, forceful pounding. She couldn't tell which one of them was trembling more as she closed her crossed legs, forcing them together and denying him more than briefest rocking, leaving a constant, slick pressure on her engorged clit that was magnified by her open position and her pined wrists.
She closed her eyes to focus on his ragged breathing and curled hard into unyielding muscle as the first true spasming wave hit, and she was no longer able to worry about him or anything else for a few brief moments as her body released weeks of tension and frustration.
"Mela?" Jake's out of breath voice reached her before she was willing to open her eyes, or reassess her situation.
"You want me to drive home?" She felt herself lifted off the still warm hood by shaky arms. "We have got to talk."
NC-17 for M/F
Het Level is High Het Smut Level is PWP Slash Level is Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
4 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written March 18, 1999 by Rauhnee Ranshanka
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Het (M/F).
Pairings: Jake Clawson/Melanie
Notes: Melanie belongs to herself, and has been used with (rather enthusiastic) permission. The rest of this insanity is mine.
A little desperate for topics on the SWATKats Adult lists, Melanie threw out 'what's your fetish and with whom' and promptly said hers. "Mine is with Jake (or Razor it really doesn't matter! ; D) and we're on the top of the hood of a car that's engine has just been cut off, under a streetlight (at night of course) while it is raining (slightly)." This is the result when that image hit my mailbox, PWP, no way around it.
Yes, I'm torturing Jake again. <G> He's just too much fun to mess with.
Blurb: A frustrated female, a less than interested male and the result of mixing katnip extract, alcohol and an allergy to said extract.
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