Chapter Text
Jake
Jake pushed away from his desk, standing on stiff legs and glancing at the time on the monitor, 2 am. And Manon wasn't in bed yet. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and saw the rain lashing down in sheets.
The sky splintered, veins of lightning raced across the black void seconds before thunder tumbled through the clouds like a landslide. Or the fist of an angry God pounding on the veiled sky. The house felt asleep. Nothing but the rain pattering off the windows and the furious wind battering off the cabin walls made it to his ears.
He set out to find her, expecting her to be sleeping on the couch or dancing around the kitchen to one of those songs that made her eyes light up and her body glow. He didn't find her there. Running a hand through his hair, he listened intently for any sign of her as he padded through the kitchen.
The patio doors were wide open, rain had soaked the floor, the gauzy curtains fought fruitlessly against the storm trying to creep inside the house as he walked toward them. Something heavy and acidic settled inside his lungs at the sight.
In the doorway, it was as if he were looking into a black hole, a darkness so complete it smothered. He waited, watching the rain splatter off the gravel when his eyes adjusted and kept listening for any sign of her.
The world lit up for a second, lightning striking too close for comfort and then he saw her. She stood with her back to him at the bottom of the steps, unmoving and completely at home in the storm whipping her hair into tangled tendrils.
The moment felt private, so he didn't go to her yet. He wanted to see what held her so enthralled. Cringing at the next clash of thunder, it was almost on top of them now and out here with nothing else around, it felt apocalyptic. He didn't have to wait long for the next strike.
His pulse flickered in his throat, eyes unblinking as he stared at the woman who'd chosen him long before he'd known he could ever be someone's choice and dragged him out of exile.
Manon, face tilted to the sky, rain cascading down her skin in rivers, and she wore naught but his t-shirt. It hung to her knees, the wet fabric clung to her body but she didn't seem to notice. Her feet were bare, toes curled into the dirt, and the smile when she turned in a slow circle almost brought him to his knees.
To him, she looked like a Goddess, recharging after battle and blood, her smile of victory tainted with the bitter taste of losing something important to gain it. He worried she'd catch her death, even he felt the chill in the air, and his feet took him to her without his input, a familiar need making itself known now he knew she was safe.
His steps were silent, desperately trying not to spook her, but he shouldn't have worried. She'd known all along he was there. She turned to him, a smile so soft he feared it would break him if she ever stopped looking at him like that. The peace in those usually violent eyes was so at odds with the sky screaming its wrath above them.
"There you are. I've been wondering when you'd come out." She said, rain slipped down her cheeks as she stared up at him. He reached out, swiping wet hair like silver webbing off her face and ran the back of his hand over her forehead. She felt fine, not warm but not freezing, so he relaxed a bit and dropped his hand.
"I was enjoying the show." He whispered, and she grinned, eyes going back to the sky.
"It's beautiful, don't you think?"
He stared her as she gazed longingly at the sky. She looked like something not of this world, and he had the strangest feeling that maybe she wasn't. She was something else entirely, at least to him. Stunning, striking, and stubborn. She was all of that, and no storm could ever compare to the one she carried in her heart and shared with him.
"I was thinking the same about you." He admitted, breath clouding between them as she looked at him.
"Well, aren't you a charmer?" She pressed in closer. He was soaked now and didn't care, not if she kept looking at him like that.
"Only for you." He returned, clearing his throat and ignoring the bloom of warmth across his cheeks. She smirked at that, a hand coming to rest on his chest and the other sliding around his waist.
He wrapped his arms around her small form, one at her neck to pull her in and the other splayed against her lower back. She was humming something, he realized, her face pressed against his soaked chest, and the vibration of it filtered through his skin.
It sounded sweet and joyful, not what he'd have expected, given their current setting. He smiled and tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging her head back and noting the triumph flashing in her vivid eyes, her mood shifting like the weather around them. Her mouth parted, the hand at his chest curling into a fist as he lowered his head to hers.
She melted into him, her body's heat seeping through his wet clothes and branding him, he still wasn't used to having someone so close. He licked at the seam of her lips, wanting inside to taste her and groaning when she let him in.
She tasted like ether, and something fiery, utterly uncontrollable and completely irresistible. She kissed like she talked, full of fire and fight, taking what he gave her but throwing it right back. He knew she'd be wet if he touched her now. He was already so hard it was almost painful. He gripped the back of her neck harder, turning the kiss into something more dangerous, the hunger inside him so deep he was certain it would never be satisfied, not with her making those sounds.
She grabbed at his ass, drawing him into her, and smiling against his lips as she felt how much he wanted her. Desire fizzed down his spine and spread over his stomach, fanning the flames between them. He nipped at her lip, and she whimpered as he slid a thigh between hers, encouraging her to grind down on it.
He broke away from her sweet lips and bit and sucked his way down her neck, open mouth hovering over the rapid pulse flickering under the delicate skin of her neck. He mouthed at it, grazing his teeth over the thrum of blood, smirking when she jerked violently, her breath catching when thunder rocked the world once more.
Her hot hands clutched at his shoulders as he took mouthfuls of skin, biting hard enough to make her cry out, soothing each small hurt with a sweep of his tongue, quick breaths, and sighs in his ear when he made it back to her jaw. Her hand landed in his hair, digging in and dragging him back to her demanding mouth.
He would never get enough of her, his hunger for her grew richer and more insistent with every moment they spent together. Sliding her tongue against his, meeting him stroke for stroke and driving him insane, his cock twitched impatiently as she wriggled against him.
Painfully hard and valiantly ignoring the selfish part of him that wanted to take, rip and tear without checking she was ready for him, he let go of her ass and worked a hand between them. Fingers trailing up her thigh under her wet shirt, he grunted when he discovered she was nude underneath it while she silently urged him on.
He no longer noticed the rain, his world shrunk and the woman in his arms was all that mattered. He craved her and she was willing to let him have her. She was molten under his touch, he drew a finger down the seam of her folds and growled at what he found waiting for him.
Soaked and trembling, her nails cutting into his skin, Manon spread her legs wider and he desperately wanted to taste her, drive her mad with lust, but now wasn't the time. He pushed two fingers inside her, groaning at the slick, taut heat of her cunt and the whine she made only fed into his need to taunt and play with her.
"No, no playing. No teasing."
Her voice was breathless and it echoed everything he was feeling. He nodded and withdrew his hand. She watched him through hooded eyes as he brought that hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, another whimper when he groaned at the taste. He wanted to die with that taste on his tongue, salt, and sweet, musk and something unique to her.
"Follow me." He said firmly.
He took her hand and led her back to the porch, there was an outdoor sofa there that would protect them from the worst of the rain. He knew she'd like it. Jake turned to her and cupped her face in both hands, wasting no more time before taking possession of her mouth.
Each lightning strike counted them down as she tore at his clothes and he blindly pulled at her sodden shirt. Once there were no more barriers between them, he let his gaze roam over her slowly, thoroughly, lingering on her full breasts as she panted. He covered them with his hands, fondling and squeezing, pulling and plucking her nipples until she was a trembling wreck in his arms.
He'd promised to fuck her, but everything in him was designed to push her to the edge of insanity before he eventually relented and gave her what she wanted. He could work her over for hours, get lost in the feel of her soft skin and turn her into a creature of pure want and desire, but she wrapped her hand around his cock, each stroke of her hand like a shock to his nerves.
He closed his eyes, hands stilling their mauling of her chest as she teased him and made him feel lightheaded and weak kneed. He opened his eyes and found her watching him closely, a slight smirk on her lips that knocked him stupid.
"You're beautiful, I don't think I tell you enough, but you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He rasped, almost overcome. She didn't blush or brush away the compliment, another reason he loved her, she twisted her wrist as she got to the head of his cock, making him groan her name.
"Do it now, Jake." She whispered, and he snapped.
He gripped the back of her thighs and picked her up, her legs locked around his waist and she clung to his neck as he clumsily lined himself up, and buried himself inside her. Both moaned in relief as he bottomed out, and he paused to let her acclimate.
She was scorching him, so wet and tight, and impatient. He grit his jaw and dug his fingers into her hips as he lifted her up, watching as her eyes closed before slamming her back down on his cock. Nails dug into his skin, he smirked as her eyes bugged and her inner walls clamped down on him. They were slippery with rain, heated skin prickling with goosebumps, as he did it again.
"I need more." She demanded.
"I've got you." He slowly walked them to the couch, sinking down until he was seated and could guide her into place to straddle him. He was already breathing hard despite barely moving. She arched her back when he kissed her, lifting up on her knees and circling her hips as she came back down, effortlessly taking every hard inch of him.
She found a rhythm, bouncing over him and grinding down. Everywhere he looked, she was there. In the back of his mouth, his mind and in his hands, she was there and he grinned, knowing she felt the same.
She was burning him alive, and he had handed her the matches. She gave a cry of distress, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek as her inner walls fluttered, fighting his desire so he wouldn't embarrass himself.
"You're close. Let it go." He begged, needing a reprieve to get himself under control.
Her movements were erratic, chasing the release he could feel building inside her, every tiny pulse of it spinning him higher. She nodded, and he roughly kneaded her ass to help her along as he felt her body begin to tense and spasm.
She pulled at his hair and tugged his head up and claimed his mouth. The kiss was messy, frantic, each slam of her hips fraying the leash he held on himself. She was almost there, sobbing as she chased it, and he couldn't look away from her.
"Jake. Touch me, please." She breathed.
He touched her between her split thighs, finding that small bundle of nerves quickly, and swiping his fingers over it. She cried out, mouth wide open and he could only stare. He groaned with her. The warning flutters were waves now as she undulated against him.
He circled her clit deliberately and watched, awestruck, as she flew off that edge. She was breathtaking, head thrown back, hair soaked, and rain sliding down her skin, cunt clamping down on him like a vice as she shuddered violently. He could watch her come for hours and had made it his mission to make it happen every day.
The broken call of his name fired up the possessive side of his desire that he tried to keep hidden. But as he watched her come back down, green eyes almost black, she was so turned on the leash snapped, and he couldn't hold back anymore.
She clung to him as he slid free of her, laying her on her back, grabbing her legs at the ankles, so he could settle her across his lap. Trapping her legs with his arm as he rested them against his shoulder, she settled down once she understood where he was going with this. Her ass was on his thighs, and he could look right at her as he fucked her. She watched him with hungry eyes, seeing how far gone he was and silently cheering him on as he entered her wet heat.
The beast inside him howled proudly when her eyes widened, and a breathy "Fuck" fell from her parted lips.
The angle was so deep he couldn't think past it, her vocal reactions told him it was just as intense for her. Thunder rumbled overhead, almost in time with the snap of his hips, each thrust harder than the last. She was already thrashing, the base of his spine tingling as he watched her play with her nipples, mouth open and eyes closed as he fucked her.
He bent her back further, twisting her body to take each brutal plunge, and she absorbed him beautifully. He felt like she would eat him alive, the feel of her silken walls wrapped so tightly around his cock an addiction he'd never sate. She wanted all of him, and he wanted to give it to her.
She threw her head back as he hit that spot deep inside her, lightning lighting up her body as she took each hit. Her legs twitched, and he tightened his arm around them, locking them down so she couldn't escape. Wild eyes met his and he knew what she'd say before the words reached his ears.
"Harder, Jake. You won't break me."
He groaned, gods he loved how unashamed she was about what she wanted. He complied, and looked on as her eyes rolled back. He chuckled, black delight coursing through his veins at how easy it was for him to drive her mad.
He picked up the pace, each slam of his hips drowned out by thunder and rain, and her moaning his name went straight to his cock. She trembled, shook, and sobbed, tensing around him as he thought of all the things he'd imagined doing to her before they'd met. Nothing he'd come up with came close to reality.
A flood of her hot essence against his cock made him smirk, knowing he was hitting that spot that made her cunt weep for him. Her mouth was open as she fought against the orgasm he could sense and feel building. He was close himself now and needed her to fall first.
He decided to play with her, knowing that though she pretended to hate it, she came harder. He wanted her unable to speak or walk.
He pulled out of her, laughing at her annoyed yell even though he felt like he'd explode if he kept this up.
"Be patient. Hands and knees, Manon." His voice was so rough and low that she shivered but did as he asked.
He watched, hand fisting his cock as she bared herself to him, stroking himself to ease the pressure building inside him. She looked back and caught him, whimpering his name and closing her eyes. He ran a hand over the curve of her ass, dipping his fingers into the desire dripping down her inner thighs and teasing her.
"Jake... stop fucking playing." She urged, teeth bared, and he chuckled darkly.
He abruptly slid into her, her loud cry cracked through the night as the rain picked up speed and the wind howled its ghostly song, thunder, and lightning clashing above them. Claws dug into his back, a wild, unhinged from Manon pushed him to that edge too fast.
But she was overwhelmed by him too. He could feel it under his hands and from inside, inner walls clenching him as he bottomed out and brought his hand down hard on her ass, groaning as she moved into the harsh touch, cunt fluttering around his length.
"Again." She snarled, arching her back deeper to offer her ass to him, his handprint already marked there in rose red.
She moaned when he did it repeatedly, sobbing when he relented to reach under her and clumsily circle his fingers around her clit. Her cunt clamped down, the warning pulse of her release kickstarting that shimmering sensation down his spine, pooling in his lower back as she let go and came for him. Muttering nonsense, telling her how beautiful she was and how good she felt, his words falling on deaf ears as she shook and trembled violently.
Unable to hold off any longer, he buried himself inside her and called her name as the dam broke and the tension in his stomach finally snapped. Slumping over her, trying not to squash her as they reeled themselves back in, he couldn't form a coherent thought as pleasure sparked inside his head and dimmed the brain cells he possessed.
The rain had begun to thin and slow, the storm moving swiftly away and leaving a star-strewn sky behind. Their heavy breathing and pounding hearts filled the silence, both soaked with rain and sweat. He felt utterly boneless, drained of energy.
Still, somehow, he managed to right himself. He made a face at the sensation of wet, cold clothing against overheated skin. Jake scooped Manon up and kissed her, carrying her back inside the cabin and up the stairs to their room. Once safely inside, they dried off, both giggling and playfully helping each other strip out of their sodden clothes.
He hadn't had anything like this before, hadn't dared to want it, but he had it now, and that was all that mattered. Life hadn't been kind to him or her. They'd have to be that for one another even when it felt impossible. Smiling, they fell into bed in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises, both praying they'd get to keep them.
Talking in the dark until their responses fizzled out, and sleep claimed them. Only with her had he been able to relax enough to sleep through the night. And that might just be the greatest gift she'd given him.