Breathe

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Summary: It’s been a week of bliss, now he just needs to breathe.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: The Chase Series
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: General/Romance/Angst
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #53 (#28 for me) - Ayer’s Rock (Uluru); 10_per_genre - #2 Relief
COMPLETED: July 28, 2007
WORD COUNT: 1,843
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes once again I’ve got a song as inspiration. This time it’s My Last Breath by Evanescence and you can click the here if you want to see the lyrics.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: This takes place Sunday night after the seventh race of The Chase 2005 when Kevin Harvick, Dale Earnhardt Jr and Jeff Gordon all missed The Chase.
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Post Chase Race #7 - Moorseville: October 30th, 2005

Fire.  Dear God he fills me with a fire like I’ve never known.  Pant for breath, feeling my desire rising again as he slides slowly inside me again and again.  Body aches, burns, muscles scream for rest but he won’t stop and Jesus, I don’t want him to.  Beautiful green eyes stare down at me and I can see the love in them that he still hasn’t been able to bring himself to say.  But he doesn’t have to.  He’s told me a million times over with each and every kiss and caress.

Sharp, deep thrust as he picks up speed again and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips as I hold tight to his trembling biceps.  “Kev, fuck yes Kev.  Pleeeeease don’t stop,” I cry out to him even though I know he won’t.  He’s been this way since we rushed back from Atlanta, he for once wanting to get home more than me.  He was on me before we even got through my front door and I’m sure as hell glad I don’t have any neighbors to see what he did to me on the porch swing.

“Kevin, holy hell,” I scream as he finds that spot so deep inside me and starts to stroke my cock again.  God how many times has he done this to me tonight?  He’s already brought me off twice since we reached the bedroom and I don’t know how much more I can take.  Stare up into his emerald eyes that seem to sparkle with flecks of gold and more emotion than I’ve ever seen from him.  Feel his thrusts slow and deepen and swear he’s gonna kill me tonight.

Reach up to caress the side of his face with a trembling hand and he immediately turns his head to kiss my palm.  “Daaaale,” he practically purrs my name and I think that turns me on even more than the things he’s doing to my body.  He shifts, dropping down over my body so his chest rubs against mine and I slide my arms around him to run over his back.  No one has ever taken me like this, so slow, so fucking sweet, and I can hardly catch my breath.  His sweat soaked body slides over mine, rubbing against my cock, hard once again between us, and I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of him.

“Dale….” His breath, right against my ear and I feel those same shivers down my spine again.  God, I swear I couldn’t love him more.  Rocking, slow, his body into mine, and I wish I could keep this feeling forever.  Feel him tremble in my arms and I know he’s got to be close to losing it again.  Sharper, deeper thrust and I gasp as my eyes go wide, locking with his again as he pulls back just a fraction.

“I love you, Dale.”

Shattering, snapping, my world is spinning in so many directions at once as his lips claim mine and I can feel his body shuddering right along with me.  His tongue, so tender and demanding all at once as it duels and caresses mine.  Slide my hands though his damp hair and over his slick back, trying--needing--to have him closer.  Kiss deepens and my lungs burn for air but I don’t want him to stop, even when I taste the salt on my tongue.  I just want this to go on and on and on.  I swear if he wanted it I’d truly give him my last breath.

He loves me.  I know he loves me.  I’ve known it from the beginning when we couldn’t stay away from each other, when it was my shoulder he leaned on as our seasons took a nose dive we couldn’t recover from.  I’ve known it from every word, every look and eventually every touch.  And I now, I know it in the taste of his tears.

Tender kisses along my jaw to my neck and I can feel his chest heaving for breath as I practically hold my own.  Stroke his wet hair and urge him to relax as he curls around me.  “I love you too, Kev.” I murmur softly and I want to tell him so much more.  I want to tell him I’m not afraid.  I want to tell him that I’ll be here forever.  I want to tell him that he can stay with me, like this, ‘til the end of time.  But I can already feel him starting to fall asleep.  “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into his hair and I wonder if he can hear me, if he can still feel me in his arms.

Slowly slide my hand up and down his back as our bodies start to cool and relax into a state of post coital bliss…I just wish my mind would do the same.  Kiss his forehead softly as his head rests on my chest and I can feel his warm breath against my neck.  God I’m already so addicted to him.  We haven’t been apart since he came to me at the track in Martinsville last week and I pray with my whole being that it stays this way.  

He was so desperate last week, still hurting and raw from her betrayal and I did everything I could to ease his pain.  I swear I still can’t believe he gave himself over to me so willingly and I’ve never known such perfection.  And neither one of us could get enough.  Honestly I don’t think there’s a room or surface in my house that’s been untouched.  But tonight…tonight was so different.

Thread my fingers through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck as I remember how quiet he was in Atlanta and I’m still not sure I want to know why.  I know he got his first win there, winning in Daddy’s car in only his third race…but it was more than that and I know it.  I know DeLana’s dad has been sick and that it’s really bothering him, even if he won’t talk about it.  He and John Paul were always close and maybe, being in Atlanta and away from the sanctuary of my home, he finally started to think about it.  I don’t know.  All I know is that after the race we couldn’t get back to Mooresville fast enough.

Not that I mind in the least.

But tonight…he’s never been this way with me before.  Oh, he’s been frantic and needy before.  Hot and horny and insatiable could easily describe both of us this last week.  But tonight, tonight he was tender.  Sweet and loving and passionate.  Tonight I finally know how it feels to really be made love to.  To be cherished and worshiped until I swear he’s touching my very soul.

So why do I feel like I’m still holding my breath?

Feel him curl against me, shifting in his sleep as he intertwines our legs together and nuzzles against my neck.  Dear God I don’t think I’d ever be able to live without him.  Hold him tighter to my chest and try to breathe.  I never thought I had a chance.  I never thought this would go beyond friendship.  He was just an unattainable dream that I only let myself indulge in within the safety of my own dreams.  But now he’s here, with me…could he really be mine?

I think about all the plans we made before this ever got so far, all the dreams we had, things we wanted to do.  Will we still do them?  This winter, during the off season, I wanted to finally go to Australia.  Will we finally do that?  I remember sharing beers with him and naming off all the places we’d see: the Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge, the Tree Top Walk and dolphins at Monkey Mia.  Hell he even wanted to trek out in the middle of nowhere just to see Uluru and find out if the legends about the sacred rock were true.  Will we still go now that things have changed?  Or will we stay holed up here in my own private paradise, snuggling by a fire once the snow finally falls.  I have to admit…both sound like heaven.

So why does it all still feel like a fantasy?

Look down at him as he brushes his cheek against my chest and trace his profile with my fingertips.  Watch him breathe slowly in slumber and I can’t help but wonder…where is he?  I know for so long he’s tried to lose himself in me, to block out all his hurt and pain.  I know before he’s woken from nightmares he wouldn’t discuss.  Slide my fingers slowly along his jaw and pray silently that this time he’s with me.  Study the planes of his face, the way his dark lashes lightly caress his cheeks and I wish more than anything he could bring me with him into his dreams just by calling my name because there’s nowhere else I want to be.

Brush my hand down the side of his face again, unable to keep from touching him, but this time his eyes lids start to flutter.  Stop my caress as his eyes slowly blink open and I realize once again I’m holding my breath.  Green eyes lock with mine and I swear it almost seems like they are dancing with flecks of gold…could that all be because of me?  Watch as a slow smile curls his lips and I feel myself melt inside. 

His smile broadens as he shifts closer, moving up my body until his lips are brushing against mine tenderly, stealing the breath I was holding.  His tongue slides over my lower lip and I open myself up eagerly to his kiss.  Feel his body press firm against mine and I know I’ll never be kissed like this again.  I swear he is my everything.

Feel him shift again, curling his body beside and around me as he tangles his legs with mine again.  I never dreamed he’d be so open with me.  Deepen the kiss as I thread my fingers through his hair and before I know it I’m breathless again.  He pulls back, just barely breaking the kiss and I blink my eyes open to immediately be met by his gaze and I’m paralyzed and completely hypnotized by him as if he were some kind of exotic drug.  And then with four little words the takes my breath away again.

“I love you, Dale.”

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.  All I’ve ever dreamed is right here in my arms.  He loves me and I love him and that is something I know I will hold onto until the day I die.  I’ll lock this moment, these feelings, this perfection deep inside me to cherish for all time, safe inside myself where no one can ever take it away. 

“I love you too, Kev…more than anything in this world.”

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