Fanfic: The Picture

His tan skin laid like gold upon the white sheets. Long, solid legs ran from the foot of the bed half way up until they melted in with those round, muscular hips. Tight, perfectly shaped buttocks shown like a matching pair of golden orbs, cheek to cheek. Then came the slim, taunt waist and long, flawless back, slim and sleek, yet tight with muscle and power. His strong, square shoulders could make the most skeptic believe in the infallible. One long, powerful arm was flung out across the bed, while the other curled under and around his pillow, bunching it up under his head. And the head of this perfect image: a square chin with the slightest of dimples right in the middle; a soft, slightly wide set of lips, corners tilted up in a gentle smile, even in his deepest slumber; gently sloping jaw line that framed soft cheeks with a touch of baby plump to them; beautiful, almond shaped, breath taking green eyes, hidden away under lightly closed, golden eye lids, framed with long, fine, black lashes; small, perfectly shaped ears; black eye brows, exspressionable, balanced, and perfectly mated; a smooth, sun gold temple, a little high; then, crowning it all, waves and curls of black, black curls that fell back down over his neck, just barely reaching his shoulders.

Peggy Banzai let her eyes drift over the form laid out before her, the pencil in her hand momentarily forgotten as she drank in the view. Unconsciously, the muscles in her lower abdomen tightened. She pulled her knees a little closer to her chest, her ankles crossed. her bare back pressed against the cold copper of the foot board of the bed. Her breath caught in her throat. Her tongue slowly traced the edge of her moist lips.

But then a scrape sound brought her back to the pencil clenched tightly in her fist and the sketch she had spent the most of the last forever working on, luminated only by the early morning light that glowed through the translucent, pale blue curtains. The light pencil strokes faded and darkened, showing shadow and tint. The sharp point outlined and detailed.

It was her personal, secret indulgence. Her alone time, where she could just look and admire the view... and sketch, a habit she had never told anyone about, not even her best friend and most beloved.

She knew she was no artist, but, a stick figure based on this man would of been a masterpiece.

Of course, as much as she loved to draw, a sketch was just a sketch. But the man, the real, warm, solid, flesh and bone men....

Once again her breath caught, her heart skipped a beat, her fingers tingled with the need to touch.

Peggy dropped pad and pencil silently to the floor beside the bed. Careful to move the bed as little as possible so as not to warn him of her coming, she rolled forward onto her knees. Slowly she straddled his feet and stretched out. Keeping her entire body up just enough so as not to make actual skin to skin contact, she bent down and, ever so softly, brushed her lips to the sensitive skin of the back of his knee.

For all his self control, for all his years of study of every self discipline he could find, Buckaroo Banzai flinched. His eyes almost opened, but her managed to control that reflex. He licked his lips and waited to find out `exactly' what his lover had in mind.

With a feather light touch, her fingers brushed his ankle bone. Knowing quite well that she now had his absolute and complete attention, she seductively tickled her way up his leg, all the while blowing soft kisses in that ever so very sensitive spot behind the knee. Her fingers glided up, passed the knees, tickling their way over the hard thigh muscles, then, with fingers tips resting on the small of his back, thumbs began a hypnotizing, circular massage on his buttocks.

It took only a moment before Buckaroo was stretching out, muscles tensing, eyes twitching under their lids, soft moans escaping his lips.

Grinning, Peggy slid forward, letting her bare breasts lightly drag up his legs. She paused to lay a soft kiss on his left buttock.

He exhaled a breath that shook his entire body.

Mischief twinkled in Peggy's eyes. With a snap of her teeth, she nipped that beautiful, golden globe.

A soft yipe escaped her lover's lips. With a chuckle, he twisted around until he was laying on his back. "You vixen!" he accused, reaching down for her.

But Peggy wasn't ready to relinquish control.

With a quick, strong move, her small hands snapped out, grabbed him by the wrists, and pinned them down to the bed.

Buckaroo's eyes finally opened, realizing that his love was in an aggressive mood. `This was going to prove interesting.'

When he turned over, he had put himself in a rather vulnerable, not to mention nice, position.

Leaning down again, Peggy nuzzled into the slight curve just above his handsomely hung cock. She breathed in his deep, musky smell. With a grin, her tongue flicked out.

The body beneath her stiffened.

Still holding his hands pinned down, she moved down just enough until her lips just barely touched the end of his already stiff cock. She rolled her tongue around the tip, gently at first, then harder, before slipping her lips over the end and, gently sucking him.

"Ah..." Buckaroo gasped. His back arched, hips coming up to meet her, but those strong hands of her grabbed him and held him down. "Peggy..." he started to protest, wanting... needing her so badly his body screamed for her.

Peggy sucked him in until she could feel him in the back of her throat. For a moment, she held him in her mouth, savoring his manly flavor. Slowly, seductivly she pulled away. Then, with an almost viciousness, took him in in a sudden move.

"Ah!" was all the his shortness of breath would allow to escape Buckaroo. His hips bucked, but Peggy held him down. So, instead, he reached down and tangled his fingers in her blond hair, holding on as tightly as he could.

Again she pulled away, only to violently come back down on him. And again, and again...

She could feel him grow harder and harder. Feel him pant and gasp and knew he would not be able to hold back for much longer.

Once again, grinning, Peggy pulled away. Hands still firmly holding him down, she slid her body up his, being sure that his hard and over sensitive organ came in contact with every inch of her hot and ready flesh. Her knees took a position on either side of his hips and she held her self just out of reach.

With all the mischief she could muster, she sat up, stretched her arms high over her head, and yawned. "Shall we go see what's for breakfast?"

"Like hell." Buckaroo snarled, shooting up, wrapping his arms around her middle and throwing her back down on the bed, and rolling over on top of her.

Giggling, Peggy allowed him to pin her arms over her head. "Why, Dr Banzai, I never..." she teased.

"Vixen!" he huffed at her and proceeded to devour her neck. Holding her small hands in one of his, his free hand crawled down her flat belly, down, down, to her own most sensitive spot. Gently coaxing her legs apart with a knee (`which' he noted `didn't need a hell of a lot of coaxing'), his fingers brushed through those tight, protective, moist curls. He wiggled a finger between the lips and sought out her sweet spot.

With a gasp and an arching of her back, he knew he found it.

Smiling, he breathed against her neck while thrusting his finger deep within her "Are you ready?"

Biting her lip and grinding her hips against his hand, she nodded frantically.

Removing his hand, he reached up to cup her breast. He moved until his hard cock was at her entrance. Then, slowly, agonizingly slow, he pushed in.

Peggy's hips jerked up at meet him, but, this time, he held her in place. he wanted her to experience the same torture she had, only gasps before, put him through. With expertise, his hips moved in circular motions, slowly drilling down inside her.

"Oh, Buckaroo!" Peggy pleaded.

Just before he touched her deepest, he pulled back, leaving her to whimper in startled disappointment. He held himself with just his very tip within. Then, unable to resist any longer, he thrust down.

If it wasn't for his suddenly very hungry lips devouring her own, Peggy would have screamed. Some last ounce of civilized thought remained just long enough to wonder what she would of done when, upon hearing her scream, half a dozen, well armed Cavaliers and BBs busted into the room and found them... like...

Peggy gasped against his mouth as he pulled back and thrust again.

Still holding her in place, Buckaroo began a heated rocking motion, faster and faster, harder and harder.

Then it happened. He felt her body contract around his, tighten and release, tighten and release, her entire body shivering. He no longer had the strength to hold her down as she thrust violently up against him.

It was all the encouragement his own aching body needed for release. And he poured all his passion and heat in one more thrust.

For a breath, the entire world exploded.

Gasping, Buckaroo collapsed over top of his lover and wife, heat and sweat glistening over his bare form. He rested his head on her heaving breasts and closed his eyes, letting his arms hang off the sides of the bed.

Exhausted, Peggy managed to reach down to comb her fingers through his thick, black hair. "Oh, god, Buckaroo." she whispered after a long, quiet time of just holding one another.

"mmm..." Buckaroo was about to say something of like when his fingers brushed over something that didn't belong. frowning slightly, he picked it up and braced it at the top of Peggy's head so he could get a good look at it. "What's this?" he mumbled.

Peggy's eyes flickered up to see what it was: her sketch pad. Smiling slightly, she snuggled back into the bed. "The picture of love." she breathed.

Buckaroo smiled, his eyes taking in every line of the detailed pencil sketch of two, faceless forms melding together in the act of making love. "You are an artist." he observed.

"You are good inspiration.." she mumbled, sounding sleepy.

This time it was Buckaroo's eyes that twinkled with that spark of mischief. "Well, maybe I should inspire The Picture of Love II."

Peggy giggled as her husband grabbed her and rolled them right off of the bed, pulling the sheets and everything else down on top of them.