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Title: Hourglass, part 2 (complete)
Characters: Billy/Penny
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,000
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He stares at her with such guilt but she can't figure out why.
Note: This is my first Dr Horrible fic. Italics are flash backs. For Ann! Hope it's alright :x
Parts: 1, 2
Flowerpots tip over in their haste, his footprints embossed into the soil. He runs his hands up her arms, bringing them over her head, kissing her furiously as he pulls her top off.
So eager and needy, overwhelmed the touch and taste of her finally. Billy kisses her neck as she holds him close, her nervous laugh in his ear.
“This is really happening?”
He pulls back from her, concerned. “You don’t want -”
She stops him, fingers to his mouth. She doesn’t say anything, just smiles and nods. She brings him to her, mouth clinched to his as her fingertips trail down his chest to the button of his fly.
He intakes deeply and pushes her down below him. He wants to be gentle, wanted to take his time but time -
~
- comes and goes, gentle ticks float around him, coming from the numerous time pieces decorating her person.
“Hourglass?”
“Hello, nice to meet you at last Dr Horrible. Or is it Billy now?”
He stiffens at the sound of his name on her tongue. “You saw my blog?” She smiles slowly, nodding.
“I did. Saw it coming for a long time…” She takes a seat across from him, her figure even smaller, “now everyone is wondering why? Why drop your alto ego and contact the police? Why,” she looks at the frozen policeman who Billy had been talking to, “confess to something you didn’t do?”
Billy hardens, hardly seeming to breathe. “What do you care?”
She laughs shrilly, “I don’t, just curious.”
“Why are you here?”
She fiddles with a pocket watch hanging against her breast, running her fingers lovingly over it before looking up “To make a deal of course.”
~
His hands map her body, sliding over her skin and his fingers tremble when they settle between her bare breasts and his eyes stare transfixed. White, unblemished and dry but he can‘t help imagine the phantom stickiness sliding over his fingers.
“Billy? Are you ok?” she whispers and he pulls his hand back, trying to smile.
“Fine, more then fine…” He dips his head down to her, hand cupping her breast and she digs her head back into her pillow, moaning.
~
“Tit for tat, you give me what I want and I’ll do the same.”
“Did you know this would happen? Did you know about Penny?” His voice shakes with the effort to keep calm.
Cattish eyes loose their humour and she looks away. Billy breathes deep, again and again -
~
Her breath plays over his shoulder, growing ragged as he settles between the valley of her thighs, spreading them wider. Her hands flatten against his back, pushing him closer as he enters and her fingernails dig into his skin and they both groan.
He wants to look at her doing this, marvelling in the sensation but all he can think - feel - is murderer, murderer, murderer -
~
“I’m sorry for your loss. Time -”
“What are you offering me? And it better be good…” Can’t take it anymore, just wants her gone.
A small hand uncurls around a child’s plastic watch. Billy looks at it with a frown.
“Nostalgic little thing isn‘t it? This will you take you back.”
The inklings of what she is offering brings the first real glimpse of hope into his dead eyes and he reaches out and grasps -
~
Her back arches off the mattress with his thrusts and throaty yells are forced from both, his movements uncontrolled and his need terrible. Her knees draw up around his hips and he strokes deeper, making her breath pant shallowly.
He feels his end approaching as she struggles to draw breath under him, flushing and sweaty which makes him groan and he closes his eyes. But he can’t block out the noise or the mental image of her slumped like a rag doll, chest heaving faster and faster.
“Billy? Billy?” she pants frantically, lips brushing against his cheek and he stares at her desperately and then kisses her, stopping the sound. But it’s all washed away when she starts to convulses tightly, thrashing under him and screaming and he lets go and follows, gripping her tight as he comes. Lovelovelovelove -
~
“With her, that’s it, just with her.”
“You love her a lot…cool, so that’s a deal then. Don’t worry, I want go all Doc Brown on you. You don’t have to worry about that.” She winks at him and rises and he stands, looking at the watch in his fist.
“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if this is a set up…”
“Oh I know.” Bad Horse, now Thoroughbred of Super Glue…
Billy closes his fist around the watch and simply nods. “Do it, it‘s a deal.”
The little girl looks up at him and smiles, “you might feel a little sickish…”
~
Penny lies facing him, worry creasing her forehead and he can’t tell her anything. He kisses her tenderly, whispering apologies.
“It will be better next time, when I’m not so…” he trails off, twirling his fingers at his head. Penny lets a smile grow, her thumb brushing his cheek.
“It’s ok Billy Buddy, there’s always tomorrow.” She plants a kiss on his mouth and then settles down into her pillow, her eyes closing. Billy inhales, watching her sleep and he suddenly brings a hand up to his mouth, trapping the giddy laughter that suddenly bubbles up in him.
“Always -”
~
The sand starts to siphon through the funnel and the first few fragments hit the bottom and soon begin to form a pile.
Turn two.
- tomorrow…” Billy blinks in confusion, mind reeling as he watches Penny through the glass. She brings her night dress up to her face and inhales deeply, eyes closing with pleasure. After a shocked silence, he laughs loudly and she looks at him sharply before a beautiful smile greets him and he walks towards her.
~Fin~
Idea shamelessly nicked from Groundhog’s Day.
Characters: Billy/Penny
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,000
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He stares at her with such guilt but she can't figure out why.
Note: This is my first Dr Horrible fic. Italics are flash backs. For Ann! Hope it's alright :x
Parts: 1, 2
Flowerpots tip over in their haste, his footprints embossed into the soil. He runs his hands up her arms, bringing them over her head, kissing her furiously as he pulls her top off.
So eager and needy, overwhelmed the touch and taste of her finally. Billy kisses her neck as she holds him close, her nervous laugh in his ear.
“This is really happening?”
He pulls back from her, concerned. “You don’t want -”
She stops him, fingers to his mouth. She doesn’t say anything, just smiles and nods. She brings him to her, mouth clinched to his as her fingertips trail down his chest to the button of his fly.
He intakes deeply and pushes her down below him. He wants to be gentle, wanted to take his time but time -
~
- comes and goes, gentle ticks float around him, coming from the numerous time pieces decorating her person.
“Hourglass?”
“Hello, nice to meet you at last Dr Horrible. Or is it Billy now?”
He stiffens at the sound of his name on her tongue. “You saw my blog?” She smiles slowly, nodding.
“I did. Saw it coming for a long time…” She takes a seat across from him, her figure even smaller, “now everyone is wondering why? Why drop your alto ego and contact the police? Why,” she looks at the frozen policeman who Billy had been talking to, “confess to something you didn’t do?”
Billy hardens, hardly seeming to breathe. “What do you care?”
She laughs shrilly, “I don’t, just curious.”
“Why are you here?”
She fiddles with a pocket watch hanging against her breast, running her fingers lovingly over it before looking up “To make a deal of course.”
~
His hands map her body, sliding over her skin and his fingers tremble when they settle between her bare breasts and his eyes stare transfixed. White, unblemished and dry but he can‘t help imagine the phantom stickiness sliding over his fingers.
“Billy? Are you ok?” she whispers and he pulls his hand back, trying to smile.
“Fine, more then fine…” He dips his head down to her, hand cupping her breast and she digs her head back into her pillow, moaning.
~
“Tit for tat, you give me what I want and I’ll do the same.”
“Did you know this would happen? Did you know about Penny?” His voice shakes with the effort to keep calm.
Cattish eyes loose their humour and she looks away. Billy breathes deep, again and again -
~
Her breath plays over his shoulder, growing ragged as he settles between the valley of her thighs, spreading them wider. Her hands flatten against his back, pushing him closer as he enters and her fingernails dig into his skin and they both groan.
He wants to look at her doing this, marvelling in the sensation but all he can think - feel - is murderer, murderer, murderer -
~
“I’m sorry for your loss. Time -”
“What are you offering me? And it better be good…” Can’t take it anymore, just wants her gone.
A small hand uncurls around a child’s plastic watch. Billy looks at it with a frown.
“Nostalgic little thing isn‘t it? This will you take you back.”
The inklings of what she is offering brings the first real glimpse of hope into his dead eyes and he reaches out and grasps -
~
Her back arches off the mattress with his thrusts and throaty yells are forced from both, his movements uncontrolled and his need terrible. Her knees draw up around his hips and he strokes deeper, making her breath pant shallowly.
He feels his end approaching as she struggles to draw breath under him, flushing and sweaty which makes him groan and he closes his eyes. But he can’t block out the noise or the mental image of her slumped like a rag doll, chest heaving faster and faster.
“Billy? Billy?” she pants frantically, lips brushing against his cheek and he stares at her desperately and then kisses her, stopping the sound. But it’s all washed away when she starts to convulses tightly, thrashing under him and screaming and he lets go and follows, gripping her tight as he comes. Lovelovelovelove -
~
“With her, that’s it, just with her.”
“You love her a lot…cool, so that’s a deal then. Don’t worry, I want go all Doc Brown on you. You don’t have to worry about that.” She winks at him and rises and he stands, looking at the watch in his fist.
“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if this is a set up…”
“Oh I know.” Bad Horse, now Thoroughbred of Super Glue…
Billy closes his fist around the watch and simply nods. “Do it, it‘s a deal.”
The little girl looks up at him and smiles, “you might feel a little sickish…”
~
Penny lies facing him, worry creasing her forehead and he can’t tell her anything. He kisses her tenderly, whispering apologies.
“It will be better next time, when I’m not so…” he trails off, twirling his fingers at his head. Penny lets a smile grow, her thumb brushing his cheek.
“It’s ok Billy Buddy, there’s always tomorrow.” She plants a kiss on his mouth and then settles down into her pillow, her eyes closing. Billy inhales, watching her sleep and he suddenly brings a hand up to his mouth, trapping the giddy laughter that suddenly bubbles up in him.
“Always -”
~
The sand starts to siphon through the funnel and the first few fragments hit the bottom and soon begin to form a pile.
Turn two.
- tomorrow…” Billy blinks in confusion, mind reeling as he watches Penny through the glass. She brings her night dress up to her face and inhales deeply, eyes closing with pleasure. After a shocked silence, he laughs loudly and she looks at him sharply before a beautiful smile greets him and he walks towards her.
~Fin~
Idea shamelessly nicked from Groundhog’s Day.