A/N:  Keep in mind that this is in the rough draft stage. Would love some feedback!! Enjoy!

06: Touch Power

"Are you ready?" Sunshine asked.

He inhaled through his nose and held his breath, letting his shoulders expand to try and ease the tension before he exhaled. Killian's back was to her... his bareback. He shivered with that knowledge. His fingers ached to reach for his wife-beater he'd discarded not a mere five seconds ago. Killian got to his knees on his bed and stretched out lying on his churning stomach. He let out a deep breath again and nodded his head.

He felt the dip in the bed as she kneeled down beside him. Her kneecaps grazed his side, causing him to shiver at the contact.

"It's okay," she breathed next to his ear. "I'll go slow and if at any time you can't handle it, just tell me and I'll back away."

Killian nodded and clamped his eyes shut, his shoulders tense and waiting.

"God, you're so beautiful," Sunshine whispered. "Should I tell you what I want to do to you before I touch you?"

The tension eased in him and he bit his lip at the chance of delaying the inevitable. "Yes."

"I'll use the tip of my finger first to trace all the details of this tattoo on your back and then I'll use my tongue," she paused as if waiting for him to stop her.

He shivered at the heavy feeling in his groin, already responding to her voice and her words. His hips gave a tiny, jerking swivel against the bed and he let out a helpless groan.

"And then I want you to turn over, so I can do the same to that gun tat on your chest. Killian, I have to tell you, I've been fantasizing about you every night since I met you. Your tattoos, the smell of the oil and gas on your hands when you're working on those cars..." she let out a deep moan, "the way your muscles ripple when you're bent over the engine."

Killian turned his face, resting his cheek against his pillow as he stared at her. "Not many people like the smell of oil and gasoline. Is that why you didn't want me to shower?" 

Her cheeks were flushed with an untamed passion and she nodded her head vigorously. "I don't know what it is, but that smell really turns me on. And I love watching you work... maybe-um, when you're used to me touching you, and if you decide you want to continue I could—" she paused and gestured to his ass.

Killian raised an eyebrow and curiously pushed at the edges of her mind to catch her thought process and was floored by the few choice words he caught.

Oh fuck. Killian could've punched himself for keeping their minds linked as she imagined herself riding his dick while he was under the car. The scene in her mind switched from that to her kneeling in front of him, in between him and the car, giving him a blowjob.

"You wanna suck me off while I'm working?" he growled the words out and failed to stop the tremor assaulting his body. His balls tightened and he ached all over. That small orgasm earlier hadn't made a difference. In the years he spent keeping away from his own kind and the human race, his stamina had decreased.

She bit her lip and cast her eyes down before she nodded. "I-I-I mean yes. When you're working on the engine, or maybe when you're on that sliding thing you get on... maybe both. How did you know? I didn't say it out loud, did I?"

"I want to let you do whatever you want to me." His voice was dark and passion-filled. Killian could even hear a hint of the sweeping lilt from his native language... something he hadn't let out or even heard, for years in order to integrate with humankind. The only language on Earth that came close to sounding like his native tongue was dead.

"I want that too," Sunshine said, smiling like a mischievous Cheshire cat.

He cleared his throat. "I need to get used to the feel of human touching again," he said, feeling ten times more regretful than he sounded.

It dampened the mood, but it was still a very real obstacle for both of them. But damn did he want all that she was thinking and more. He wanted this human woman to rock his world and, once his stamina improved, he planned on putting her into another dimension with pleasure.

She nodded in understanding. "I think this is a big step. What you're doing now, I mean. It's very admirable. It can't be easy dealing with such a phobia. Maybe one day you can tell me what started it?"

His erection deflated. Her fuck-me eyes and suck-my-cock lips couldn't keep him fully hard with this conversation switch. "Maybe, but that's not talk for the bedroom."

She nodded, biting her bottom lip and tucking her hair behind her ears. "Okay. One step at a time then," Sunshine paused and tilted her head to the side, "I'm gonna touch you now."

It was a quick warning because not a second later her arm darted out and her index finger traced down his shoulder blade. He stiffened and inhaled sharply, holding his breath in, waiting for the sick feeling to fill the pit of his stomach. When it didn't come he settled down into his bed, resting his forehead against his forearm and watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"God," she whispered. "You are really beautiful."

She was always complimenting him, had from day one now that he thought about it, but for some reason this time, instead of making him snort or roll his eyes, it relaxed him. It was constant with her. Sunshine always had something nice to say, whether it be a compliment or a stupid childlike glass-half-full concept. He didn't have to worry about hate-filled words or crude, humiliating demands from her.

Killian turned away, hiding the smile forming on his lips. He couldn't stop the shiver that wracked his body, but he could cover his goofy 'I-just-hit-the-jackpot' grin from her. His eyes fluttered at the feather-light caresses of her finger as she continued to trace every intricate line of the tattoos on his back.

"Are you having fun?" His voice was a trembling, unsure whisper instead of the playful tone he'd wanted.

When she didn't answer him he turned his head again to stare up at her face. "Sunshine?"

He frowned at how serene she looked. She was so in the moment of touching him it was like he hadn't spoken at all. It reminded him of an artist concentrating on a drawing, lost in their world of abstracts and creativities. Killian took a deep breath and exhaled before closing his eyes. He didn't feel sick at the skin-on-skin contact and the gentle tickle of her fingers against him was smooth enough to lull him to sleep.