Page 29 of Technically Abducted (Nereidan Compatibility Program #4)
Finn
I wake up slowly, consciousness filtering in through layers of warmth and comfort I've never experienced before.
Tev'ra's arm is wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and the steady rhythm of his breathing tells me he's still asleep.
Above us, the moons of his homeworld cast their gentle light, and for a moment I let myself pretend this is normal. That I wake up like this every day.
Then reality crashes back. Today is day three. Seventy-two hours, that's what the assessment period was supposed to be. Which means today—
I feel Tev'ra stir behind me, his body shifting as he begins to wake. And that's when I become aware of something pressing against my lower back, hard and warm through the thin fabric of his sleep clothes.
"Finn," Tev'ra says softly, his voice rough with sleep. "I apologize, I should—"
"No," I interrupt, pressing back against him before he can pull away. "Don't apologize."
I can feel his confusion through our empathic connection, the way his arousal wars with his concern about propriety. "Finn, you do not need to—"
"I want this," I say, turning in his arms so I can see his face. "Last chance, right?"
The words hang between us, carrying all the weight of what we both know but haven't said out loud. His golden eyes search mine, and I can see the exact moment he understands what I'm asking for.
"You want to—" he starts, then stops, his bioluminescence brightening with desire.
"Just go slow," I tell him, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Can you do that for me?"
"Slow?" Tev'ra's brow furrows with immediate concern. "Have I hurt you? Do you require medical attention? The empathic connection can sometimes—"
I chuckle. "No, Blue. You haven't hurt me. It's just..." I feel heat creep up my neck. "I come too fast with you. The empathic thing, feeling everything you feel on top of what I feel... it's intense. Go slow and I might last a bit."
Understanding dawns in his expression, followed by something that looks almost smug. "You find our connection... overwhelming?"
"In the best possible way," I assure him, then shift so I'm lying on my stomach, pillowing my head on my arms. "Like this? If you want to."
I feel Tev'ra go very still behind me, and through our empathic connection I can sense his surprise, his desire, and underneath it all, a hesitation I don't understand.
"Finn," he says carefully, "this position... you would not be able to see my face. To maintain eye contact during—"
"I know," I say quietly, understanding his confusion.
Our previous encounters have been face to face, intense and connected.
This feels different. More vulnerable somehow, but also.
.. I need this. If I'm going to cry—and I might, knowing this is the last time—I don't want him to see.
Don't want him to feel guilty about something that isn't his fault.
"I want to feel you," I continue, pressing my face into the pillow for a moment before turning to look at him over my shoulder. "All of you. And I want you to just... focus on what feels good. Don't worry about me. Just take what you need."
Tev'ra's hand settles on my lower back, warm and gentle. "I am always concerned about you," he says softly. "But if this is what you want..."
"It is," I assure him, settling more comfortably into the position. "I trust you completely."
The words seem to break through his remaining hesitation. I feel the bed shift as he moves, positioning himself behind me, his hands skimming over my skin with reverent touches.
"You are certain?" he asks one more time.
"Yes," I breathe. "Just... remember. Slow."
What follows is the most tender experience of my life.
Tev'ra takes his time preparing me, his touches gentle and thorough, occasionally leaning down to press soft kisses to my shoulders, my neck, anywhere he can reach.
Through our empathic connection, I can feel his care, his desire, his determination to make this perfect for both of us.
When he finally positions himself at my entrance, I'm already shaking with need despite his deliberate pace.
"Ready?" he whispers against my ear.
"Please," I manage.
He enters me slowly, so slowly I can feel every inch, every moment of stretch and pressure. The position lets him go deeper than before, and I have to bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out at the intensity.
"Good?" Tev'ra asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"So good," I gasp. "Just... give me a second."
He stills completely, one hand stroking soothingly down my spine while I adjust to the fullness. Through our bond, I can feel his restraint, how much he wants to move but won't until I'm ready.
"Okay," I finally say. "You can move."
Tev'ra begins to rock into me with shallow, careful thrusts, building a rhythm that's maddeningly slow but absolutely perfect.
Each movement sends sparks through our empathic connection, and I can feel his pleasure mixing with mine, creating that intoxicating feedback loop that makes everything more intense.
"Is this slow enough?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Perfect," I breathe, and it is. This pace lets me feel everything—every slide of skin against skin, every pulse of pleasure through our bond, every soft sound Tev'ra makes as he loses himself in the sensation.
Time seems to stretch and compress. Sometimes Tev'ra leans down to kiss my shoulders, to whisper how good I feel, how perfect this is.
Sometimes he sits back and I can feel his gaze on me, can sense his wonder through our connection.
The slow pace means we're making love rather than fucking, and the intimacy of it is almost overwhelming.
"Finn," Tev'ra breathes, his rhythm starting to falter slightly. "You feel incredible. So perfect around me."
I can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. The combination of physical pleasure and empathic feedback has me floating in a haze of arousal, but true to his word, the slow pace is letting me last much longer than before.
"Touch yourself," Tev'ra encourages, one hand sliding down to rest on my hip. "I want to feel what it's like for you."
I reach beneath myself, wrapping my hand around my cock, and immediately both of us groan at the doubled sensation. Through our bond, Tev'ra experiences my touch as if it were his own, while I feel his pleasure at watching me, at knowing he's the one making me feel this good.
"Not going to last much longer," I warn, my hand moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Then come for me," Tev'ra murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of my neck.
When my orgasm hits, it's different from our previous times; deeper, more sustained, rolling through me in waves that seem to go on forever.
The slow build means the release is more intense, and through our empathic connection, I feel Tev'ra's response to my pleasure, how watching me come apart beneath him pushes him over the edge.
He comes with a soft cry, his body shuddering against mine as he fills me, and I feel his climax as if it were my own—the overwhelming relief, the satisfaction, the profound contentment of being connected to someone who matters.
Afterward, we collapse together, both breathing hard. Tev'ra carefully withdraws and immediately pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
"Are you all right?" he asks softly, pressing kisses to my hair.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. Because I'm not all right, not really. That was perfect, and it's over, and in a few hours I'll be back on Earth pretending this never happened.
"Finn?" There's concern in Tev'ra's voice, and I realize he can probably sense my pain.
"I'm okay," I manage, keeping my face turned away from him. "Just... processing."
I feel a tear slip down my cheek, then another. Not from sadness exactly, but from the overwhelming knowledge that I'll never feel this connected to another being again. That in a few hours, this perfect intimacy will be nothing but a memory.
Tev'ra's arms tighten around me, and through our connection I can feel his understanding, his own grief at what we're losing.
"I know," he whispers against my hair. "I know."
We lie there in silence under the light of three moons, holding each other as tightly as we can, both of us trying not to think about how little time we have left.