New Blood

Kerri had tried to go home a little while after Rude had left.  She knew there was no way that she could have sex with Reno tonight, she was still too sore.  If she tried, she would just end up in further pain.  However, Reno wouldn't hear of her leaving, and after he'd pinned her against the wall and kissed her until she couldn't breathe, she agreed to stay.  



So, she was in his bed again, the two of them laying together back to front.  Reno's hand was cupping her breast, and she could feel his erection against her ass, but he made no deliberate attempt to arouse her.  He seemed quite content just to talk to her.



“Was your father ever around when you were a kid?” he asked.



“He came and went.  He'd be gone for a month or so, then stay home for a few days before leaving again.  I used to ask my mother why he was gone so much, but all she would ever say was that he was working.”  Kerri paused, remembering.  “My mother didn't seem to care one way or another.  They never seemed like a married couple.  I mean, when he was home, they slept together, but other than that, there was no connection.”  



“And after your mom died,” Reno asked, “he just left you alone?”



“Yes.  He stayed for a few days after the funeral, just long enough to make arrangements for the neighbor to watch out for me.  She was a former instructor at the Shin-Ra Military Academy.  Her name was Glenna.  She taught me how to fight, how to take care of myself.  It was her suggestion that I join the Academy.”  Kerri laughed humorlessly.  “What did he expect would happen when he made Glenna my caregiver?”



“You know, babe, you're gonna have to face him.  Can you be cold-blooded enough to turn your own father over to Shin-Ra?  At the very least he'll be imprisoned for the rest of his life.” Reno said.



“I already feel cold-blooded when it comes to him, Reno.  I feel nothing for him.  Maybe I should, simply because he is my father, and he never abused me, never laid a hand on me.  But he's a stranger.  Now that I know what he's responsible for, the only emotion I have for him is disgust.”  



“There's nothing wrong with the way you feel, Kerri,” Reno assured her.  “You can't love someone who's never there, yo.”  He sighed.  “I guess I'm just feeling all protective.  I know the boss is going to use you as bait.”



“Of course he will.  It makes perfect sense.  Either I help take him out, or I'm revealed as a traitor to Shin-Ra,” she answered.



Reno tightened his arm around her, crushing her to him.  “Or you get killed.”



“Haven't the rest of you been living with that possibility since you joined the Turks?  Hell, even before that?” she asked.  Reno didn't answer, only pressed his lips to her neck for a moment.



Suddenly he released her and turned to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before finding a small box.  “Say, I meant to give this to you this morning, but you were gone when I woke up.”  He opened the box and pulled out the mate to the small silver hoop he wore in his ear.  “You wanna wear it, yo?”  His tone was casual, but there was a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.



“Why?” Kerri blurted out without thinking.



Reno looked away and shrugged.  “Guess I'm just marking you as mine.”  He was grinning when he looked back at her.  “So do you want it?”



Kerri sat up, taking out one of the silver studs she wore in her left ear and placing it on the nightstand on her side of the bed.  Reno leaned over and inserted the hoop into the vacant hole, then leaned back to look at it.  “It looks cute on you,” he said.



Kerri reached up to touch the hoop, silently telling herself not to read too much into his gesture.  She knew that Reno was a creature of impulse, and that's all this was.  A momentary impulse.  Still she couldn't help but be touched.  “Thank you, Reno,” she whispered.



“No problem,” he responded, and leaned forward to kiss her, bearing her to the mattress beneath him.  He sucked on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, wrapping it around hers, exploring her mouth until she was writhing against him.  He drew back from her then, smirking, and lay down to pull her back into her former position spooned against him.  “No cock for you tonight, baby,” he teased.  “I know you're still in pain.”  



“I think I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth, and he chuckled.  



“Don't lie, Kerri.  I'll only have to prove you wrong, yo.”  He lazily stroked her breasts, making her shiver.  “So,” he went on, “I know you were a virgin.  I've still got the bloodstained sheet to prove it...”



“You didn't keep that!” she exclaimed.



“Yeah, I did.  It's in a case in my closet,” he told her, highly amused at her indignation.



“Reno!”



“What?  It's just cherry juice, yo.”  He laughed as she groaned and buried her face in the pillow, muttering incoherently.  “But never mind that.  What I want to ask you is...had you ever had an orgasm before?”  She was silent, her face still buried.  “Kerri?  Kerri?”



“Shut up, Reno!”



“Why won't you tell me?” he asked plaintively.  “Had you?”  She mumbled something he couldn't hear, and he reached up to grasp her chin, turning her face away from the pillow.  “I didn't catch that,” he said.



“I said yes, I had!” she snapped.



“Ah.  So was it with someone else or did you do it yourself?”  She tried to turn her face into the pillow again, but Reno still had a firm grip on her chin.  “Who made you come, Kerri?” he persisted.  He had a feeling that he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.  “Well?”



“I did, all right?” she finally admitted.  “You're impossible, you know that?”



“Ah ha.”  His voice dropped into the seductive tone she knew so well.  “More than once?”



“Yes,” she hissed at him, seething.



“How do you do it, babe?  Do you slide a finger inside,” he paused to nibble at her earlobe, “or do you rub your clit until you come?  Or is it both?”



“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” she whispered.  



Reno ignored this.  “Tell me how you get yourself off.  I want to know what my woman likes.”



Kerri was so embarrassed that the phrase he'd used, my woman, didn't even register.  Not then.  “Stop, Reno, please,” she begged.  



He slid his hand down her throat, stroking her breasts before placing his palm flat on her stomach, pulling her against his hardness.  “Show me, then,” he whispered, and slid his hand lower, brushing her sensitive little bud on the way to her cleft.  “You're so wet, baby.  You want to come, don't you?  Play with yourself for me.”



“I can't, Reno.  Please...” she trailed off, moaning as he flicked his long fingers across her clit.



“You can,” he insisted, catching her hand and tugging it downward between her legs.  “It's dark, I'm behind you so I can't even see what you're doing.  Play with it, Kerri.  C'mon,” he coaxed.  “I'll do it if you will.  You want me to get myself off for you, baby?”  Kerri cried out at his words, and Reno grinned triumphantly as he felt her hand begin to move beneath his.  “Good girl,” he purred.  “Don't stop.”  He sat up and turned her onto her back before sitting between her legs.  He lifted them, sliding his own beneath them on either side of her, and scooted up until his cock was inches away from her opening.  He wrapped his hand around his erection, squeezing firmly and began to stroke it as he watched her.  She had her middle finger on her clit, moving her hand in small circles, and barely thrusting her hips against her hand.  “Oh, that's pretty, babe.  You're so beautiful.  Are you close?”



“Yes,” she replied in a whimper, and opened her eyes so she could see him sliding his hand up and down his shaft.  “Oh, God,” she moaned, wishing that he was inside her.  



“You've got such a pretty pussy, Kerri.  Did you know that?  So pretty, and it's all mine, isn't it?” he said.  



“Yes, Reno,” she half-sobbed.  Her hand began to move faster, and her moans turned to short, soft cries of pleasure.  “Oh my God, I'm...I'm...”



“You're almost there,” he finished for her.  “C'mon, give it to me.  Come for me, pretty girl.”



“Yes!  Oh, Reno, yes!” she nearly screamed as her orgasm hit her, arching her back in response to the waves of pleasure rushing through her.  “Fuck, Reno, I'm coming!  Yes!”



The sight of her utterly lost to ecstasy drove Reno over the edge as well, and he moaned her name as he came, the white liquid spurting out of his cock and landing on her stomach and in the small triangle of curls between her legs, gleaming like pearls, leaving him weak and gasping.  He leaned forward, propping himself on his right arm until he caught his breath.



Once he felt like he could do it without falling off the bed, he reached down on the floor for the towel he'd placed there earlier and used it to clean both of them up before laying down next to her, taking her in his arms.  He dropped it over the side and looked back at her.  Kerri was still trembling, but she was looking at him accusingly all the same.  “You planned this, didn't you?” she asked.



“Who, me?  I just believe in being prepared, yo.”



*****



Reno lay propped on his arm, watching Kerri as she slept.  He thought she looked beautiful with the sunlight from the windows streaming over her nude body, painting it gold.  He traced the earring he'd given her with a fingertip, smiling.  He liked seeing it on her, he really did.  Never analytical, he had been laying there trying to figure out why his feelings for Kerri were so different than what he had felt, or not felt, for other women.  Was it just that he'd had to make such an effort to get into her pants?  It couldn't be that she'd taken care of him while he was injured.  Elena had done that quite often, and he'd had no real urge to fuck her because of it.  But then, he'd put Elena in his “off limits” list when he realized her feelings for Tseng.    



Another thing, why did he like having her sleep with him so much?  Even before Rufus had had the new Shin-Ra building constructed and given his Turks their own apartments here, he had rarely brought women back to his place.  He'd usually went home with them, or if that wasn't possible, a back seat or a dark alleyway would do.  It was easier and kinder than asking them to leave his home after they'd had sex.  If a woman had spent the night at his old place, he usually got up and went to sleep on the couch, leaving the bed for his “guest.”  But with Kerri beside him in his bed, he felt peaceful.



Reno sighed in frustration.  He wasn't used to questioning his motives or feelings.  But the emotions Kerri roused in him were so unfamiliar that he couldn't help but think about it.  He remembered Elena telling him once that someday he would fall hard for someone.  He'd scoffed at her then, but now he wasn't sure but that she had been right.  Was that what this was?  It might explain why she made him feel so happy and so scared at the same time.  He'd never wanted to fall in love, and still wasn't sure  that was what he felt.  If it was, should he fight it?  Was it fair to Kerri to hold on to her like this?  She acted as if she cared for him, but she had been a virgin.  He had been with enough virgins to know that they quite often thought they were in love with the man who breached them.  So maybe he should back off, let Kerri go out and get a little more experience.  Unbidden, the image of another man fucking her rose in his mind, and sent a bolt of jealous pain through him.  Hell no, he thought.  Well, that answered that question.  Pussy is pussy he'd told Elena, but apparently Kerri's was different.  Maybe because she wasn't just pussy.  He'd gotten to know her during his pursuit, and he found that he liked her.  She was funny, kind, and definitely patient since she put up with him.  Her shyness about sex was adorable, but she was so passionate once he broke down her reserves.   Then beneath all that there was the cold streak of steel that was necessary for their job.   He admired that.  He just hoped it was enough to see her through the assignment concerning her father.  He might not be too clear on exactly what he felt, but he was perfectly sure that he didn't want to lose her this soon.



A beam of sunlight reached Kerri's face, falling across her eyes, and she started to stir, turning her head away.  Reno was touched to see her reach out blindly for him.  She touched his chest and opened her eyes, blinking in surprise to find him watching her.  “Good morning, Reno,” she said through a yawn.



“Hey, baby,” he said softly.  “You looked so peaceful and happy that I didn't want to wake you up.  Good dreams?”  She nodded, and he saw a faint blush stain her cheeks.  “Any about me?” he asked.



“A couple,” she told him.



He grinned, laying his hand on her lower belly.  “So how are you feeling this morning?”  He pointedly looked at the apex of her thighs, leaving no doubt as to exactly what he was referring to.  “Is it better?”



“I think so,” she said, blushing harder.  



Reno slid his hand down to her thighs, gently parting her legs.  The bruises were still visible, but had faded to ghosts.  He would be glad to see them go; he'd felt very guilty about hurting her, unintentional and unavoidable as it had been.  He looked up to see that she had her eyes closed,  a blissful expression on her face.  He softly stroked her folds, closely watching her face for any sign of pain.  Seeing none, he slipped one finger inside her, thrusting in and out of her.  Kerri gasped, and lifted her hips to meet his hand.  When he withdrew his hand, she let out a small cry of disappointment which turned into a moan when he rolled on top of her and began kissing her deeply.  “I think you're all better,” he whispered against her lips.  “You wanna make up for lost time?”



Her answer was in the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her fingers in his hair to pull his lips more firmly against hers.  His lean body moved against her as he lay his palm on one firm breast, moving his hand in circles on the hard nipple.  He trailed kisses down her throat and across her collarbone before  squeezing her breast tightly and licking the nipple.  Kerri squirmed.  “Please, Reno, I want...”



He paused for a moment.  “What do you want?  Tell me.”  She tossed her head back and forth, unwilling to say the words.  “C'mon, Kerri.  Tell me what you want me to do.”



“Reno, you know.”



“Yes, but I want to hear you ask me,” he said.  “Go ahead, baby.  Ask.”



She whimpered, then on a soft breath whispered, “Suck it, please.”



“Suck what?”



“My nipple,” she forced herself to say, and cried out as he did.  She dropped her legs back onto the bed, using her heels for leverage to push against him.  “You're going to make me beg again, aren't you?” she asked.



He lifted his head for a moment.  “Most likely.  But not now.  I've missed your tight little pussy too much,” he answered, and thrust inside her without warning.  He hissed in surprise as she arched her body in reaction, actually lifting his weight off the bed for a few seconds.   “Looks like you've missed having my cock inside you, haven't you?” he asked.



“Oh, yes,” she said, digging her nails into his back when he began smoothly thrusting into her, giving her every inch of him.  She had a feeling they wouldn't be getting out of bed any time soon.