Marialla

	Mari and T'rell left the med center and headed back to her apartment.  He
would stay there for the night.  He couldn't leave her alone again, even if
Heron would allow it.

	He went into the bedroom to grab a blanket and pillow to make up a bed for
himself on the couch.

	"T'rell," Mari interupted his actions.  "You don't have to do that.  Stay
with me tonight."

	"Are you sure?" he said and then repeated himself. "Are you sure."

	"T'rell, I love you and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me.  But I
need your arms around me tonight and I hope you're willing to be there."
she stated.

	The lights were dimmed as they entered her bedroom.  He took
her face in his hands and gently kissed her. She closed her eyes and
returned the kiss.  He kissed her for a long time. His hands moved to
the back of her neck, fingers tunneling through her hair too short now to 
lift it from the nape of her neck and drape it over her shoulders. Then he
kissed her again, this time his tongue easing between her lips to explore
her mouth.  He half expected her to pull away, but instead she eased into
his arms and seemed to melt very comfortably there.

	She wanted him...every inch of her body wanted him.  She needed to feel
him hold her and needed to feel his strength against her body. This was
nothing like what Alexis had done to her, at this moment, it seeme she had
waited her entire life for this.

	His hands caressed her body and moved over her breasts and down 
the curves of her body.

	T'rell became impatient, still not wanting to rush Marialla.  "Lets get
this off of you." he muttered as he slipped the gown from her shoulders.

	He led her to the bed and gently lowered her to it's surface. 
T'rell's head bent, and he covered her nipple with his lips, drawing it 
into his mouth with heated pressure.  A spear of heat flashed through 
her, coiling in her belly and making her restless.  She moaned, and 
wanted more.  He moved his head to her other breast, his tongue 
circling damply around the taut, beaded nipple.  The fire was hot
and a pulse throbbed between her thights with urgent insistence.

	He stared down at her in the dim light, his face shadowed, 
and he silently lifted her hand to his mouth to press a gentle kiss 
in the cup of her palm.  Kissing each finger, working his way up
past her wrist and up her arm to her shoulder, with more of a gentle
nibble than a kiss.  He pressed his face against her neck, moving to
her ear, where he teased her with his tongue.  He kissed her temple,
her forehead, to her cheeks and then he paused to linger on her lips
and mouth.  Then he worked his way down to her neck and again to her 
breast, and Mari moaned with desire.

	"Mari, you are so beautiful."

	His hands moved to touch her between her thighs. With the 
touch, Ellia sharply inhaled. He withdrew his hand wondering what emotion
he had stirred in her, but she guided his hand back where it had been.  

	As he explored the hidden valleys of her body with his fingers, she began
to burn beneath his touch. The searing strokes brought her ever closer.
When the explosion came she shuddered with artless ecstasy against his hand
as her thighs 
clamped over his hand and a soft sob tore from her and she whispered,
"T'rell...."

	He bent over her and slowly kissed her, bringing his lips down
her body to her nipples, bringing the hot firey tensions back after it
was so briefly released.  Her hands began to explore his body under his
shirt.  She removed it and slid her hands down his body
to remove his pants.

	She felt his muscles contracted against her palm as it slowly
moved down into the curling fibers of hair, he dragged her hand lower.
Hard and hot, yet soft like heated velvet beneath her palm.  She 
explored him, slowly moving her hand up and down.

	With a sudden movement he pushed her onto his back and moved 
over her, his knees shoving her thighs apart.  His weight pinned her
to the bed, and she felt the hard, impatient nudge of him between her 
spread thighs.

	Poised his heated length slid inside her.  A moan escaped her.
He bent to stifle her moan with his mouth on hers. 

	Now he kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth and 
his body moved in and out of her with erotic friction. Her hips arched
to meet his driving thrusts, and she put her arms around his neck and 
synchronized her movement until they moved together in perfect rhythm.

	Instinctively as T'rell's movements increased, she moved with him,
until she thought of nothing but how he felt.  He moaned and stiffened 
and then he relaxed atop her, lowering his weight on her briefly 
before he rolled to one side, still holding her in his embrace.

	They lay together in each other arms until T'rell, caressed the 
back of her neck with her finger.  Which caused Marialla to shudder.  She
soon fell asleep in his arms.  She slept deeply and more peacefully than
she had since the rape had occurred.  She was home.....


Marialla


Mari's on the road to a full recovery. :)

I actually wrote this for another group and knew I couldn't send it,
because it's definately not pg rating.  So I rewrote it to fit here,
because I thought it was too good to waste.

Dianne