I needed to blast myself out of writer's block -- and Smut will usually do it for me. I had a friend request this fic. She did me a huge favour and when I asked what I could do in return, she asked for smut. How could I say no to that? So this is for Zoessister/Uwenny ******** In Your Absence It was a dark, cloudless night at Mark's airfield home. A night so calm that not even a cricket could find the inspiration to chirp. There was nary a breeze across the immaculately manicured field that encased the small tarmac runway. It was so still, in fact, that Princess could swear each breath she exhaled merely lingered in the space before her. In a moment of sheer boredom she found herself flicking through the medical journal in her mind to assess at what point she should be concerned about the carbon dioxide concentration in front of her face. It was tempting to roll across to the other side of Mark's King Size bed to begin polluting a new space of air with the cast-off breaths of deoxygenated air, but that would have required a sliver of energy that she was currently ill inclined to expel. Instead she just squirmed deeper into the mattress and blew out a long breath as if to ghost away any nasties. She rolled onto her side and slid her hand under her cheek as her legs curled slightly and stared at the empty space beside her. She pouted out her lower lip as she circled her fingertip on the mattress where Mark's chest would normally be. She didn't really spare a thought that he might, in some way, be somewhat squicked out to know she was sleeping in his bed while he was away. But he had been gone so long, and she just needed to snuggle into something ... anything ... that reminded her of him right now. His bed was the perfect thing. It still smelled of his deodorant, the pillow of his shampoo. It was as close as she could get to being in his arms right now. Over a month ago he'd been sent on a mission of good faith to Riga. There had been recent tension between the heads of the Federation and the sister planet to Earth over a flubbed mission near one of their major cities. She wasn't completely aware of all the circumstances surrounding the failure, but Mark had been shipped off with very little warning to the team. Jason had been appointed acting Commander in his absence. This had certainly made training sessions a little less intense ... and some times more fun ... but that didn't totally make up for their true commander's absence. They all missed him. Especially her. They were deep inside the throes of early relationship bliss. Only four months as an official couple, and practically living together with endless sleepovers and bedroom antics, two hours seemed a long separation. For him to have been gone for over a month, with no definite date of return, this separation was definitely an eternity. Added to the frustration was a definite time difference between the two planets and she could rarely reach him via her transponder bad for a quick bedtime story moment, or for words of affection. She hadn't spoken with him in two weeks, and even when she did it was the equivalent of a 3am call in Riga, and he was half asleep as he spoke. She squirmed at the memory of their slurred conversation, and of his absolute distraction. She had told him she'd loved him and he'd responded with "I'm so tired, Prin." She still didn't know if the response was his way of dodging the subject of her feelings for him, or is it was true tiredness. She rolled onto her back and stretched out her body. She wriggled her bare toes against the duvet and let out a long and needy sigh. "Mark. I miss you," she breathed to herself. "Come home." There was a gentle buzz at her wrist and she gasped as it flashed a deep blue. She immediately sat up and looked hopefully at her communicator as Mark's voice softly filtered through. "G1 on private frequency to G3. Princess are you awake?" She held back a squeal as she let her eyes flash on the clock on the side table. It was 12am. She didn't bother to hide the excitement in her tone as she hovered her mouth close enough to the bracelet that she almost kissed it. "Mark! Oh my. How wonderful to hear your voice." He chuckled. "And yours, Princess. How are you?" She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them with one arm. "I'm good; I mean great. What are you doing? How are you? When are you coming home? I miss you so much." "Woah," he chuckled softly. "Slow down. I'm great, Princess. I'm just taking a relaxing flight. Finally no maneuvers, no training, just a long and relaxing solo flight." She smiled. "And so you thought you'd give me a call at midnight for a little chat." "Something like that." She heard him take a breath. "I really miss you guys." Her lips pursed and her brow creased in disappointment that he didn't specify that his longing was for her. "We all miss you too ... especially me, Mark." Her voice softened. "When are you coming home?" She couldn't see his smile, but she could tell he was when he answered. "Soon, Sweetheart." "How soon?" she whined. "I really need you to come home." "You really miss me that much, Princess?" She sighed high. "Yes, Mark. Every part of me misses you." "Every part?" His voice seemed to break somewhat, which forced him to clear his throat. He licked at his lip when he heard her hum an affirmative to his question. The higher pitch of the hum told him she'd read the question correctly. "So Princess. Um. Where are you?" "Right now?" "Yes." Her voice was quiet when she answered. "Promise you won't get mad?" "Why would I be mad; unless you're at another man's house?" She let a smile ghost across her lips. "I'm in your bed. Naked." She heard him suddenly gasp, and then let out a slight grunt. "Mark, are you okay?" "Yeah," he answered somewhat sheepishly. "I wasn't expecting that response." "What happened?" He gave a slight chuckle. "I lost control of the plane for a moment." She inhaled hard. "Oh don't go destroying one of the Colonel's jet, Commander. I'll never get you back." "When you tell me you're lying in my bed naked, Princess, I can honestly tell you that I really don't think he'll have the strength to hold me back. I'd just steal a warp jumper and head on home." Her brow creased and she bit her lip as she contemplated what would happen if he did steal a ship and come home. "And what will you do when you get here?" He chuckled through his nose. "It would be crass of me to outline it to you, Princess." She inhaled, held her breath, and then let it out slowly. "Be crass, Mark. I want to hear it." He detected something different in her voice. "Princess. Are you okay?" "No." "What's wrong?" She sniffed. "You're not here. I'm lonely. I need you. I want you. She moaned slightly. Do I continue?" It was a long few seconds before he responded. When he did his voice was deep, soft, and honest. "When I get home ... and I promise that's soon, Sweetheart ... the first thing I am going to do is pull you into my arms, tell you how much I love you, and then take you to my bed and make love to you for a month." "Only a month?" He laughed. "I'm out of shape. I don't know how much stamina I'll have." She sniffed and stroked her fingers along her belly. "How about if I tell you to just lie there and take it like a man?" For the second time in the conversation, she heard him gasp and then grunt. "Didn't expect that comment, either, huh?" "I can't say that I did, Princess." He cleared his throat. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that before." She huffed lightly. "Well you never been so close yet so far away before." "Before we were dating?" She flattened her palm against her belly and groaned. "That was before I got to experience you. Mark, you are like a Lays chip: Can't just have one ... or in this case, once." She closed her eyes and smiled at the memory of their last encounter on the bluffs over looking the ocean. "The last time we were together was so ..." "Amazing," he finished for her. "I thought the world was just going to open up and swallow us whole." She giggled. "Is that your way of saying we moved the Earth?" "Hey, I was trying to be poetic. Give me a break." She stretched out in his bed and let her hand sweep over her belly, and then up across her breasts. She let out a sharp sigh at the sensation of the crevices between each finger bumping over her nipples. "Oh Mark. I need you so much right now." His voice quieted a little. "How much?" She bit on her lip in contemplation as she squeezed a nipple between her fingers. She wondered if he would be open to her being completely honest with him right now. She felt a hot ping of heat flash into her groin and opted to through her inhibitions out into the night. "Do you really want to know?" He cleared his throat so hard that his voice came out as little more than a harsh whisper. "Yes. I do." "Are you sure?" she confirmed as her fingers tickled down her chest toward her tiny pair of black lace panties. "Tell me."

She bit on her lip again and slipped her fingers under the elastic of her panties. As she found herself, she let out a high-pitched sigh. "Mark. I'm touching myself." She stroked softly in exploration. After a silent second, she continued. "I'm feeling your touch..." She gasped as she painfully realized he wasn't responding. Rather than sharply seek confirmation their line hadn't dropped, her voice simply quietly begged him to talk her through this. "Mark. Please, talk to me." "I'm here," he said softly, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Are you really," he cleared his throat, "feeling my touch?" "God yes," she whimpered as her fingers gently worked into her own warmth. "You've touched me here before. I remember. It feels so good." "I want to taste you," he admitted inside a gulp as he decided to play along with her. "To run my tongue all over you." She moaned as her mind recalled and jolted her centre with the memories of his mouth against her. She licked at her lip and let her other hand cup her breast. "Mark. It feels so good." "I want to reach inside you. I want to feel every little crevice with my fingers and my tongue." She panted at his words. "Mark. I want you to touch yourself, to feel me stroke you." She whined and moaned at her own ministrations upon herself. "I want to hear you call out to me. Please." "I can't, Sweetheart," he rued. "I'm in my plane, I can't." "Please?" There was a brief silence on his end. "Mark?" "Let me land, Princess." She moaned again as she continued to search herself. "Want me to wait for you?" "God no," he half begged. "'I'm still touching you, Princess. I'm still tasting you. Don't stop." She continued to stroke and pinch at herself. "Mark. Tell me. Are you hard?" He grunted before he answered. "Yes, Princess. Very." "Tell me what you want to do with it." His voice was strained as he spoke. It was obvious this particular encounter she'd incited was painful to him. "I want to slide it into you. I want to move within you, stroke you from the inside." She allowed her fingers to move within her in a play of his words. She sighed and moaned with each slide. "God, Mark. You feel so wonderful, so right." "I'll take it slow at first, Princess. I'll be slow to tease and torture you." He coughed a little as though tackling a rough makeshift runway. "Call to me, Princess. Tell me how good it feels." She obliged with a breath so sharp and high, that his name was indecipherable. She moved her hands against herself and arched her body into itself as she tried to seek more depth of penetration. "God, Mark. I need you..." Her face contorted in pained pleasure at her ministrations, at the sound of his voice urging her to keep going. She stretched her body out as she felt her body initiate total submission to the game. It was a hot tingle in her shoulders, a contraction of muscles that seemed to want to implode inside themselves in search of the final goal. "Mark. I want you..." She begged as tears filled her eyes. There was a hot and hard slam of the bedroom door as the hissed vacuum of an opening front door drew it to the frame, but she ignored it. She was too close to the edge to stop and investigate now. She cried out desperately to her lover with a yell of his name so loud it echoed off the walls. "Mark. I need you so much..." The bedroom door flung open and crashed against the sidewall. Princess immediately ceased her ministrations and sat up against the pillows more in embarrassment at being caught that the potential threat of an intruder. What was more a threat than that of an intruder, however, was the absolute predatory glare of the G-Force Eagle as he stood hunched in the doorway. His hand was still splayed, raised, and angled toward the door that was in a teetering state on its hinges against the door. His hunched shoulders heaved with deep breaths as he glared through his brows at her on his bed. Princess bit at her lip as she timidly analyzed him before her. His shirt was ruffled and untucked from his jeans to fall in a scrunch to one side of his belt buckle. He'd obviously attempted to relieve some of the straining pressure of his arousal at some point during their discussion. His belt was undone and hanging dangerously close to falling from the pull of a heavy buckle. The button and fly of the jeans were open, forced wide, by his raging erection that had long ago forced itself through the void left by the opened fastenings. Even through black cotton lycra of his boxers she could see each and every contour of his member as it angrily attempted freedom. She allowed her eyes to rise to his and found herself practically shrinking under his glare. Mark's usually crystal blue eyes were set in a heavy, almost black, stare that practically burned through his lashes at her. He didn't bother to push his auburn bangs from his eyes as he stalked toward her and impatiently tugged his shirt over his head. "I told you not to stop," he growled darkly. "You disobeyed a direct order." She hiccupped and drew herself to her knees to crawl across the mattress toward him. With panic gone, she felt the ache of a held off orgasm burn inside her. "Then punish me, Commander." A single brow flicked upward on his forehead, but he smiled. "Your first official reprimand, Lieutenant?" She winked and slid off the bed toward him. "Does it have to be official? Or do you think we can keep it between the two of us?" Her movements were slow and swayed as she sashayed across the worn carpeting. She licked at her lips as her hands moved up to touch fingertips to his chest. She whimpered as his chest heaved under her touch. "I forgot what you felt like." He took her hands and slid them down his chest to guide them to the waistband of his pants. "Then let me remind you," he breathed as he dropped his mouth to her neck and urged her hands to tug down his jeans and boxers. He had to stoop as she pushed them down his thighs in order to keep his mouth against her throat, but quickly drew them to a stand as his jeans dropped to his knees. He walked them both back toward the bed and kicked the jeans off his ankles in two steps. Princess's breath hitched hard and high when he pulled her against him. The tip of his arousal pressed against her as his body closed in on hers and shifted to slide the length of his shaft up and along the pulsing little epicenter of her own arousal. It made her shudder out a long sigh and tilt her hips to him as though to pull him back. He chuckled as she frowned in impatience and slid her hand in between them with the intent to guide him into her. She was like a young girl desperate to climb onto the playground, but too impatient to wait. "Wow, Princess. I've never seen you like this." She raised her eyes to him and offered an expression of desperation. "You've never been gone so long before." Her brow creased as he pushed her lightly away from him, and then spun her to pull her back against his chest. He pressed his hips against her backside in an unhidden humping action. "I'm home now, baby," he growled against her neck as he slid one hand around her shoulder to cup her chin and angle it away from him to allow greater access to her throat. He slid his other hand down along her belly and stroked a single finger through her swollen lips to reach inside her. She groaned on an inhale and rocked her head back against his shoulder as he pushed and pulled in a couple of firm slaps. The sensation of his finger inside her, and of the slap of his hand against her mound was like a double-pronged attack at her senses. She whimpered and found herself opening up further to him, even as her voice protested it. "Mark. I'm already there you don't need foreplay. Please. Just. I want you inside me." She panted. "Now." He rocked a couple more times against the valley of her ass and gave her one last stab of his finger inside her. He pulled hard against his hand as though to bury it as deep inside her as he could. He waited until he heard her beg out his name to release her from it. "Tell me you need me," he demanded along a croaked voice deep with insecurity. "I need to hear you tell me you need me." "Only you," she panted as he rubbed the whole of his palm against her. "God, Mark. I need to feel you inside me." He felt the light tremble of an impending orgasm shock throughout her body. He felt her body's internal hiccup clench and release at his finger; a rippling motion that warned him defeat was imminent. His own selfishness demanded that she not be brought to climax unless he was inside her, so as the initiation of her apex sparked, he drew his hand from her. For the second time that evening, Princess' ride to climax was harshly desisted. She whined close to tears and pressed her rump hard against him. "Mark, please?" His response was immediate. He pushed her body lightly forward and raised his hand to her mouth. He threaded his wetted finger into her mouth in time with the slide of his erection inside her, and let out a long, husky, and wanton moan that was little more than an extension of the letter O. He focused on her lips sliding along his finger more than of the sensation of him sliding into her. The flick of her tongue against his finger, drawing and lapping up her own musky taste, brought his arousal to an absolute peak. She had explicitly fondled herself for him, opened herself to him, and now tasted herself, all because she knew it was what he wanted. Only he got to see this side of her, the sensuality and complete and utter abandonment of her inhibitions. It drove him out of his mind.

He rocked his hips hard against her backside, the passion intensified by the smell of her heat all around him and the wet slap of each inward thrust. Her pinched cry at every single thrust drew his own voice from deep inside his belly. He grunted in time with her cries and panted his inhales as though it were impossible to breathe. A wash of darkness shaded his vision and as he felt her finality grip, pulse, and choke him further, he found himself blindly clawing at her backside. He harshly pulled his hand from her face and gripped hard at the round globes of her ass as he struggled to continue to pull and push to her. He didn't hear her scream out to her deity, nor call his name over the top of his own belched bellow of her name. He stroked out his orgasm in its entirety, not slowing, not softening, each rise of his hips against hers even when the last of him had spilled into her. He couldn't cease rocking against her, even when post-climax flaccidness forbid him to remain inside her, he continued to rock against her. He didn't even realize he had tears in his eyes until Princess finally turned and threaded her hands into his hair to pull it from his face. She kissed a salty tear from each cheek and hummed a comforting sound as she tilted her head and smiled at him. "I guess you missed me too, huh, Mark?" He blinked the wash from his eyes and stared gently into her face for a long moment. Inside a breath he nodded and then crushed his mouth against hers in a deep, probing kiss that would have been more appropriate for the beginning of their encounter rather than at its close. He held her naked body against his with one arm across her shoulders, the other across the small of her back. He leaned his body forward enough to lightly arch her backward as he gulped each of her breaths. She pulled her mouth from his as his arms flexed to lift her from the ground and inhaled a long desperate gasp of oxygen. With her body still panting she looked down at him and smiled. "Wow." His expression was one of total seriousness as he searched her face and let his eyes finally settle on hers. "Yes, Princess. I have missed you ... more than I even thought I had." Still a foot off the floor, and held tight in his arms, she smoothed his hair from his face and cupped his cheeks gently in her hands. "How long have you been back on Earth?" He walked them to the bed and lay her down gently on the mattress. "Half an hour before I contacted you." He slid onto the mattress beside her, lay on his side and propped his head on his fist. "I dodged a briefing with the Chief with the excuse that I just needed a shower." "But you were coming to see me?" Mark read the hopefulness of her tone and smiled warmly as he lifted his hand to twirl one of her curls around his finger. "That's why I asked you where you were. I wanted to surprise you." Her eyes widened and she gave a nod. "Well mission accomplished, Commander. You certainly surprised me." "As you did me," he admitted softly. "'ve never seen this side of you before." She blushed and shrank a little from him. "Did you like it?" He gave a loud and honest laugh. "You couldn't tell? God, Prin. I've never been so turned on in my life." He caught her smile and watched as she relaxed into the pillow and looked seductively back up at him. He winked and he waggled a finger in front of her face. "But if you ever do that to me again while I'm in the air," he breathed sternly, but softly. "I don't think either the plane or I will survive it." She licked her lip as she traced her fingertip around the contours on his chest. "Then don't leave me again." She raised her eyes to his and gave him a cheeky look. "Or call me while your flying." His brow flicked and he looked down at where she traced lazy circles with her fingertip. "I promise you that I'm not going anywhere anytime soon that takes me any further than an arm's length from you." "That's still too far," she teased as she suddenly grabbed at his arm and pulled him on top of her. She wriggled to settle him between her legs and bit for a short second at her lip as she felt the familiar pleasure of a hardening arousal press against her. "Now. About your plan to take me into your arms, tell me you love me, and then make love to me for a month ..." He dropped his mouth to hers and pressed a short kiss against her lip. "I love you, Princess." She hummed with a smile. "I love you more ..." He chuckled against her cheek. "Do you...?" He ended the sentence with a soft groan and she wriggled her hips against him. The slide of her heat against his returning erection darkened his gaze once more and he graced her with a dare-filled stare as he lightly rolled his hips to heighten her already obvious arousal. "What about your plan of insisting I lie back and take it like a man?" Her face lengthened as though challenged. Her eyes widened and lips pursed in a manner both cheeky and accepting of the challenge. She gave a short grunt and forced them onto a roll that left her in a seat straddled over his hips. She leaned down over him to let the hang of her breasts flick against his nose as she let him find entrance without guidance. They simultaneously let out long moans as she slid herself over his length and took him deep enough to make her shudder. He watched her with awe and fascination as she stretched her body upward and fondled herself as she rose and fell on him. More than the hot sensation of sexual stimulation, to see her like this, wet, hot, messy, disheveled and uninhibited, brought him immediately to the brink of a new cliff of climax. He closed his eyes and let his hips fall and rise in opposition to her own rise and fall. He rose in perfect timing with her fall and drew himself out of her as she pulled from him. Princess focused hard on the sounds of her lover below her. The emptiness of the night, the silence and heavy air were foregone and abandoned. Somewhere in the fog of darkness out of the runway ... A cricket chirped.

whoa. I'm just gonna step a way from the computer for a sec here . . .

Nice! If this is how you get past writer's block, then I rather hope you get afflicted often.

Whoa!! What a wake up call this morning! Amazing smut, SJ!

I love it. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!! SJ. I hope everybody else enjoys this. I did ask for her to write a sequel,I'm really hoping she does. Again Thank You!!

Why ladies ... I am glad you all enjoyed it. I was a little unsure about this one as it was a bit more hard-core than I usually write ... Dede3 ... You're Wendy?? Groovy!! A sequel? Leave it with me and I'll see what happens. I have to finish up another fic before I head back to smuttsville. SJ

SJ, I have to agree with the girls here. If this is how you deal with writers block please get it some more.

Yep, DeDe3 is me. Formally know as Zoessister. I can't wait for the sequel. Yeah!!

woah, just......hmmm nice. Thank god you got through the block, I was getting fic withdrawal. Is checking if 'Rebellion' has been updated 4 times a day obsessive?

Originally posted by veritas woah, just......hmmm nice. Thank god you got through the block, I was getting fic withdrawal. Is checking if 'Rebellion' has been updated 4 times a day obsessive?

:grins: Oh Rebellion. Yes, I am halfway through the next chapter but was struggling with writing Princess actually attacking Mark... I think I have crossed my hump now, so something should be up sometime today... Sorry ... SJ

nothing to apologise for, I'm just impatient..... and it helps me get through the working day.

Wow!!! Way to go SJ.

Fantastic writing as usual, SJ. Like Veritas, I am still eagerly waiting for the updates on "Rebellion" and in fact, still hoping for updates on "In The Beginning". Please don't tell me that "In The Beginning" is actually finished. I am dying to know Mark's answer to Princess' question, I will patiently wait, though. Your fics are always worth the wait.

OOps, double posting, I guess I am seeing double now after reading the above fantastic fic,