Foreplay
part 1
Tom ran his fingers impatiently through his hair, it needed cutting, as a Chameleon he would never have let it get out of hand like this, not he thought that it was really out of hand, in fact by human standards his hair was relatively tidy and short.
Still it was just one more change in his personality; his very being which had occurred since he had joined forces with the humans, and more importantly, since he joined forces with Sloan.
As Tom entered Sloan's building he found himself irritated at the thought that although his bond with Sloan was undoubtedly strong, he was still just "visiting" her at her apartment, it no longer seemed right, it did not he reflected, make the relationship appear as worthwhile as it was.
He knew that other men at the Lab did not see him as a real partner to Sloan, mainly because he was a dominant, but perhaps also this was due to his treatment of her. Although as yet he had never witnessed another man make a pass at Sloan he knew that it happened albeit out of his reach.
And that hurt Tom, that the humans felt that they should fear him physically so dared not approach Sloan in his presence but feared nothing of his emotional hold on her and regularly pressed her to go on dates.
He felt angry, angry that both dominants and humans alike attached such little meaning to his relationship with Sloan. It was time, he decided to take action, his cautious approach to their relationship was over, it was time to make his claims, it was time he thought to silence the unbearable throbbing in his loins which had been there since he had first seen her.
Tom stood still and counted to ten, willing his heartbeat to slow down, remembering the advice the doctor had just given him.
Unaware of Tom's presence in the building let alone his black mood Ed and Sloan sat on her couch watching an old episode of Star-Trek. As Ed reached forward to grab another handful of popcorn Sloan dissolved into peels of laughter at the sight of a plump looking William Shatner seducing a disturbingly green skinned woman.
As her doorbell went Sloan reluctantly got to her feet and padded over to answer it.
"Don't you worry Ed; I'll get the door!"
"Ok, Sloan, it's probably the pizzas, make sure they sent the right ones this time, there is No way I'm eating mushrooms again!"
Sloan shot Ed an exasperated yet loving look and opened the door. Sloan's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of the man standing in her doorway. He was wearing a charcoal black suit with a white shirt and looked every inch the FBI agent he had once pretended to be.
Before Sloan had chance to say anything at all Ed's voice and laughter came peeling across the room.
"Hey hurry up Sloan I'm starving here, get a move on and tip the guy."
Then louder laughing came from the now moving couch as Ed dissolved into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hey Sloan, have you ever noticed how much Tom is like Mr. Spock, it's like totally him its………"
Ed sentence was lost in a sea of laughter.
Tom stood completely still and stared deeply into Sloan's eyes. She could see that he found no humour in Ed's remarks.
"Err, hi Tom, I er, come in, come in."
Sloan was trying hard not to laugh at the look in Tom's eyes but couldn't resist a smirk. Her humour quickly changed to regret though as she saw hurt in the blue eyes that were watching her with such intensity.
Ed's laughing had stopped as soon as he realised that it was Tom and not the pizza guy.
"Hey Tom that was just a joke y'know, I didn't mean anything by it……"
Ed looked helplessly at Sloan, but as usual when Tom was in the room she had eyes only for him and hadn't noticed the desperate plea for help in her friend's eyes.
Tom was seriously pissed off now, he was more than just angry, he felt hurt. Ed's joke had unintentionally hit a nerve with Tom, and it was only the gentle pressure of Sloan's hand on his arm and look of concern in her eyes that prevented him from crossing the room and taking his rage out on Ed.
Tom sighed inside although he had kept his emotions in check inside he was considerably shaken. What was the matter with him, he was a mess all he could think about was……………………
"Come in and take your jacket off Tom, Ed was just leaving, weren't you Ed."
Now it was Ed's turn to feel hurt as he winced at the dismissive tone in Sloan's voice, but he understood, the look on Toms face had been murderous, perhaps now was a good time to leave.
Fifteen minuets later Sloan and Tom sat in different chairs both visibly uncomfortable at the silence between them.
Sloan was the first to break the silence.
"So, where've you been you're looking kinda smart……."
Tom made a small smile. "I've been to see a doctor."
"Oh, are you all right, you're not ill are you."
"No Sloan, not ill, just…frustrated."
Sloan was confused, what did he mean, frustrated.
"What, what do you mean?"
"I've been feeling more and more aggressive lately Sloan, I didn't want to worry you but I had to get it checked out…………. Now I know what the problem is."
"So, what did he say?"
Tom moved uncomfortably in his chair, and for the first time in the eight months Sloan had known him he looked embarrassed.
"Sloan I, I haven't been with a woman since I met you, that's not, well normal for a dominant, I'm used to being rewarded with sex after missions, and well this has been the longest period of celibacy I've had since I was fourteen."
Sloan's jaws dropped at Tom's frankness and she just stared at him.
"Oh."
They both sat there in silence, Tom couldn't tell what Sloan was thinking, he could feel only confusion and apprehension.
"Sloan, I won't force you into anything you aren't ready for or do anything you don't want to do, but I would like to take are relationship to the next level."
"Oh."
Just then there was a banging at the door and Sloan jumped nervously. Tom was already on his feet, and after digging a handful of dollar bills from his pocket returned with a couple of pizza boxes which he laid down on the counter.
Tom looked at Sloan questioningly, he could tell she wasn't hungry, but he asked her anyway.
"You want pizza?"
Sloan shook her head slightly.
Tom returned to the couch and patted the space next to him.
"Come here Sloan, come and sit next to me."
Sloan slowly got up and walked hesitantly towards Tom neither of them breaking eye contact.
As she reached the chair she stopped just in front of Tom, her eyes wide and questioning, Tom's face was dark; his eyes heavy and hooded as he held his hand out to Sloan. As she placed her much smaller hand in his he tugged her firmly down onto his lap, allowing her to fall heavily against his chest.
Tom looked at the leggy red head that was sprawled across his seated body and with a slight smile he eased her gently across him. He positioned her so that he could hold her firmly in place with one arm, letting her back rest against the soft chair arm, her legs over the other arm and her behind cushioned against his crotch.
Sloan wriggled slightly against Tom's hard body, he'd never held her like this before, it was, overwhelming all her senses, he was too much, she was trembling from the closeness she couldn't think anymore.
He moved slightly underneath her, bringing her body into closer contact with his hard chest, his other hand coming to rest on her thigh.
"Tom?"
"Mmmm"
"What you doing?"
Sloan felt the rumble of his soft laugh as his body shook slightly against her.
"Why? Don't you like being this close to me?"
"Well I, yes, but…"
Tom's eyebrow raised slightly as he leaned forward till his lips were only a breath away from Sloan's, his eyes looking searchingly into hers. He tightened his hold around her waist as his other hand began caressing her thigh through the soft material of her thin trousers.
Sloan let out a sharp breath as his hand slowly travelled up past her thighs and under her T-shirt. His hand lingered over her soft, slim stomach as he increased the pressure of his touch, his fingers moving tantalisingly over her quivering flesh. As his hand moved north towards her breasts Sloan breached the space between their lips and landed a feather light kiss on Toms mouth.
As his fingers found her nipple's through their lacy confinement they moved in circles over each breast in turn, whilst he pressed his mouth against Sloan's, but denied her the deep kiss she craved instead pulling back slightly.
Sloan strained forward against him her arms wrapping around his neck and head. As he intensified the pressure and speed of his fingers, firmly nipping and stroking her reddened nipples, his tongue flicked over her lips leaving them glistening as they parted under the attention of his inquisitive tongue.
But he wasn't ready to accept their invitation of entry, instead he gently nipped at her lower lip with his teeth and sucked it roughly into his mouth as her hands moved desperately to his chest eager to feel his body against hers.
As she groaned with pleasure he took pity on her and released her lip from is mouth. She was molten heat in his arms and he too wanted to taste her lips allowing her kisses and tongue to enter his mouth.
He allowed her to explore his lips and tongue as he had explored hers, before taking control and pulling her head hard against his lips, plundering and assaulting her soft mouth, moving his tongue in and out of her till her body shook like a leaf above him.
By now Tom's pants were stretched to their limit, his heated shaft straining against his zipper painfully, if he didn't realise it soon he thought his pants might rip.
Sitting up quickly Sloan slumped helplessly against him as he moved forward on the chair spinning her round to completely face him and wrapping her legs around his waist.
She made a noise of protest as his lips and mouth left her, sliding his hands down the front of his pants he moved his swollen member into a more comfortable position releasing it from the confinement of his boxers to lie flat against his stomach. He then pulled Sloan hard against him, his hands urging her legs closer and tighter around his waist. She gasped as she felt his erection hard and large through her pants.
Tom made a grunt of satisfaction as he recognised her discovery and pleasure at the feel of his body, claiming her lips roughly in a fierce and passionate kiss full of possession and promise of what was to come.
He only raised his head when both of them were breathless and panting. Tom looked at her with satisfaction; her lips were now red and swollen from where his mouth and teeth had been. Her hair was wild and unkempt splaying over both of them, he could feel the heat from her crotch against his straining cock, she was ready for him now he could tell.
Sloan was overcome with the desire to touch Tom's body, her fingers working feverishly to unbutton his shirt, her trembling hands making it impossible. Tom tried to help her with the task but his hands too were unable to obey the simple request. With a grunt of impatience he ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying as he granted Sloan access to his taught muscular body, her hands immediately reaching for the hot flesh beneath the torn shirt. She lowered her head to one flat male nipple and her lips closed over its sensitive head, her teeth gently nipping and tweaking each nipple in turn till Tom shuddered and groaned in pleasure.
Tom slid his hands down to Sloan's butt grinding her hard against him in rough circular motions, Sloan gasped against his chest sending a shaky breath of hot air over one of his nipples. This drove Tom over the edge as he pushed her away from his chest his hands returning to her breasts roughly squeezing and assessing them through her T-shirt, before easily ripping her T-shirt from her body and throwing it carelessly over the side of the chair.
He then dropped two wet kisses through the black lace of her bra one for each nipple before firmly removing his body from hers and depositing her on the chair.
Sloan lay back in the chair relying on its support to stop her from sliding to the floor in a molten heap at Tom's feet.
Tom discarded his torn shirt and moved back towards Sloan tacking in her supine position, with a predatory smile, he was enjoying playing with Sloan, very much.
He moved forwards leaning over her and dropped a kiss on her lips his tongue darting inside her mouth, not full committing to her, driving her crazy with need as her hands desperately pulled at his head urging him to kiss her properly.
He responded by hooking his fingers inside the waistband of her soft creamy trousers. Lifting her up off the chair by the flimsy material.
As she stood before him, he removed his hands from inside her waistband to open her single button and zipper slowly and deliberately, whilst making no other body contact with her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Then taking the sides of her open pants in his hands he gently pulled her swaying body towards him, letting her lean against him. Then he firmly captured her hands which hand gravitated towards in chest and guided them down over his erection and down to his zipper leaving them there for her to decide how much farther they would go.
Sloan hesitantly stroked his erection through his pants, her thumb circling its head, which was slightly visible above the waist of his pants. Tom shudder with pleasure, she'd made her decision he couldn't wait any longer, his hands returning to his zipper he let his pants fall to a heap at his feet, enjoying the freedom he felt in his groin.
After kicking of his pants he dropped to his knees and pulled Sloan's trousers down and over her bare feet, leaving her clothed only in a small black lacy bra and panty set.