Fic: Higher Learning (3/3)
Title: Higher Learning, part III
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Scotty/Polina
Summary: Scotty and Polina get home and go at it like bunnies.
Warnings: Het, mentions of bondage, Polina's drunken ramblings
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes:This is the last part of Higher Learning, but there will be a companion fluff piece up soon, and I'm in no way leaving the AU alone. They still have a wedding to throw, remember?
They’d sobered up slightly since leaving the ball, catching a cab back to their 123rd street apartment instead of taking the bus (mostly because Polina was refusing to give up her flask and no one needed to get arrested for public intoxication the night they got engaged). Somehow, they made it up several flights of stairs without major incident, and Scotty both found the key in his pocket and got it in the lock on only the second try.
Polina had one arm slung around his neck, the other firmly clutching her now-empty flask. As soon as the door closed behind them she was on him like a limpet, twitching free of her coat and finally letting the flask go in favor of groping at Scotty’s crotch.
“I want you to fuck me, Mon…Mongom… your name is complicated. I will call you Misha.”
“Steady there, ‘Lina-girl. Call me whatever strikes your fancy but let’s get into the bedroom before you start in with all that,” Scotty responded, doing his best to get out of his own coat before scooping Polina up in his arms.
“I am perfectly able to walk! I learned how to walk just for tonight, you are not allowed to carry me, Misha!” she complained, squirming in his arms.
“Aye, and walk around you did, but now I’m takin’ you to bed, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me,” he teased, nudging the door open with his foot.
“I do not want to stop you from taking me to bed! I…” she let out an undignified shriek as she was tossed on the bed, bouncing slightly and scrambling to a reclining position, propped up on her elbows with her legs stretched out in front of her, one knee slightly bent. It’s clearly a practiced pinup pose, although the effect is tempered somewhat by the rabbit ears perched askew on her head.
“’Lina-girl, you don’t know what you do to me…” he murmured, taking in the sight of her and feeling his dick twitch in appreciation. Suddenly, his costume consisted of far too much clothing with far too many buttons, so he sat on the bed with one foot propped on the opposite thigh and angled himself to watch Polina as he unlaced his boots.
She pouted slightly, but her beyond-genius brain was already working through the haze of alcohol, and so she toed off her own shoes, kicking them to the floor, before arching her back to get at the hook-and-eyes holding her outfit together. By the time Scotty was on his second boot, she was sliding the corset off of her body, followed by her stockings while he yanked off his socks.
And then she was naked except for the collar, cuffs, and ears, and he was still working on his belt and waistcoat, so what else was she supposed to do as encouragement to hurry up but touch herself?
It was teasing at first-her slender fingers sliding between her legs just to feel the skin-on-skin; parting her folds to feel slickness and sliding back up to rub against her clit.
Scotty had managed to get his pants and waistcoat off, and next tugged off the goggles and cap perched on his head. Then it was just a few buttons on his shirt, and he figured he was naked enough.
“After struttin’ around all night like that, you really think I’m gonna let you take care of that yourself?” he asked, caressing her leg with one hand.
Polina grinned-that devastating, not-so-innocent grin she only wore whenever one of her plans had come to fruition. “What are you going to do about it?” she purred-honest to god actually purred-and that was it.
“I’ll bloody well show ya,” he growled, pushing her legs apart and gripping her thighs tightly. “Been wanting to do this since the second I saw you in that.”
He dipped down between her legs, nipping at her sensitive thighs and eliciting tiny squeals as he went. As he moved up her leg, she canted her hips upward, but he merely tightened his grip and continued kissing and nipping around her hips and abdomen.
“You want to kill me?” she whined, trying to push his head down to where she wanted it. Scotty pulled back, catching both of her wrists in one of his hands.
“So help me, I will get out the cuffs and chain you to the bed so you haven’t got the chance of untying every knot known to man with one hand, and then I will get the spreader bar and very possibly a gag as well if you do not behave,” he threatened, then released her hands.
She immediately reached up to hold onto the wrought iron headboard, not daring to make a sound-as tempting as the scene he had painted sounded, she was too aroused to wait.
One side of Scotty’s mouth curled up in a predatory grin. “That’s a good lass.”
He bent down again, flicking his tongue over her clit and relishing the ensuing gasp. He repeated the motion, then licked a broad, slow stripe down to her entrance and back up. He began licking and sucking at her clit in earnest, pulling her thighs over his shoulders and digging his fingernails into the thin skin.
Polina had never been particularly verbal in bed, defaulting to moans and whimpers of varying pitch, volume, and duration instead. She was currently moaning in a crescendo that, combined with the bucking of her hips, Scotty recognized to mean that she was nearing orgasm. He eased up a bit as she started shaking and her moans turned to a keening whine, but didn’t break contact until she pulled her hips away-she was always hypersensitive after coming the first time.
He stroked her thighs gently and watched her face as she came down. “You’ve still got the ears on,” he murmured.
She grinned lazily and pulled the headband off, then reached down to pull him up for a sloppy kiss. “Make love to me now, she whispered.
Scotty snorted. “I told you I can’t take that phrase seriously.”
“But there’s nothing between that and ‘fuck me,’ which isn’t what I mean right now,” she whined, arching her hips up into him and feeling his erection through the thin fabric of the boxers he still wore. “You know what I meant…”
He didn’t respond verbally, just ground into the hollow of her hip and craned his neck down to press a kiss just below her earlobe. Polina wrapped her arms around his body and squeezed once, before sliding her hands down his back to push his boxers off and grip his ass tightly. He wriggled out of the offending garment and kicked it onto the floor with a muttered curse.
Scotty kissed Polina soundly one more time before stretching to open the bedside cabinet and grab a condom. Quickly ripping open the packet and rolling it onto himself, he moved back on top of her and positioned himself between her legs; the tip of his erection nudging her entrance. He paused for a moment before slowly pressing into her, not stopping until he was completely sheathed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and flexed her hips. He hissed in pleasure and began to thrust, knowing that despite the alcohol he wasn’t likely to last long tonight, what with how Polina looked right now-face flushed and mouth open, letting out a sharp gasp with every movement he made. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and picked up the pace, pressing openmouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders.
His rhythm soon became irregular; he stilled for a moment before coming with a ragged groan and collapsing onto Polina. She grinned and kissed him softly, rubbing gently at his back until he had regained enough mental capacity to roll off of her and dispose of the condom.
“I think that we should get engaged more often,” she murmured sleepily.
“Aye, as often as you’d like,” Scotty replied with a chuckle. He picked up the discarded boxers and pulled them on, then rummaged through one of Polina’s drawers and tossed her a pair of panties and a T-shirt.
She struggled into the clothes while he pulled back the covers, then snuggled up to him. They fell asleep curled around each other, forgotten costume pieces strewn around the room.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Scotty/Polina
Summary: Scotty and Polina get home and go at it like bunnies.
Warnings: Het, mentions of bondage, Polina's drunken ramblings
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes:This is the last part of Higher Learning, but there will be a companion fluff piece up soon, and I'm in no way leaving the AU alone. They still have a wedding to throw, remember?
They’d sobered up slightly since leaving the ball, catching a cab back to their 123rd street apartment instead of taking the bus (mostly because Polina was refusing to give up her flask and no one needed to get arrested for public intoxication the night they got engaged). Somehow, they made it up several flights of stairs without major incident, and Scotty both found the key in his pocket and got it in the lock on only the second try.
Polina had one arm slung around his neck, the other firmly clutching her now-empty flask. As soon as the door closed behind them she was on him like a limpet, twitching free of her coat and finally letting the flask go in favor of groping at Scotty’s crotch.
“I want you to fuck me, Mon…Mongom… your name is complicated. I will call you Misha.”
“Steady there, ‘Lina-girl. Call me whatever strikes your fancy but let’s get into the bedroom before you start in with all that,” Scotty responded, doing his best to get out of his own coat before scooping Polina up in his arms.
“I am perfectly able to walk! I learned how to walk just for tonight, you are not allowed to carry me, Misha!” she complained, squirming in his arms.
“Aye, and walk around you did, but now I’m takin’ you to bed, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me,” he teased, nudging the door open with his foot.
“I do not want to stop you from taking me to bed! I…” she let out an undignified shriek as she was tossed on the bed, bouncing slightly and scrambling to a reclining position, propped up on her elbows with her legs stretched out in front of her, one knee slightly bent. It’s clearly a practiced pinup pose, although the effect is tempered somewhat by the rabbit ears perched askew on her head.
“’Lina-girl, you don’t know what you do to me…” he murmured, taking in the sight of her and feeling his dick twitch in appreciation. Suddenly, his costume consisted of far too much clothing with far too many buttons, so he sat on the bed with one foot propped on the opposite thigh and angled himself to watch Polina as he unlaced his boots.
She pouted slightly, but her beyond-genius brain was already working through the haze of alcohol, and so she toed off her own shoes, kicking them to the floor, before arching her back to get at the hook-and-eyes holding her outfit together. By the time Scotty was on his second boot, she was sliding the corset off of her body, followed by her stockings while he yanked off his socks.
And then she was naked except for the collar, cuffs, and ears, and he was still working on his belt and waistcoat, so what else was she supposed to do as encouragement to hurry up but touch herself?
It was teasing at first-her slender fingers sliding between her legs just to feel the skin-on-skin; parting her folds to feel slickness and sliding back up to rub against her clit.
Scotty had managed to get his pants and waistcoat off, and next tugged off the goggles and cap perched on his head. Then it was just a few buttons on his shirt, and he figured he was naked enough.
“After struttin’ around all night like that, you really think I’m gonna let you take care of that yourself?” he asked, caressing her leg with one hand.
Polina grinned-that devastating, not-so-innocent grin she only wore whenever one of her plans had come to fruition. “What are you going to do about it?” she purred-honest to god actually purred-and that was it.
“I’ll bloody well show ya,” he growled, pushing her legs apart and gripping her thighs tightly. “Been wanting to do this since the second I saw you in that.”
He dipped down between her legs, nipping at her sensitive thighs and eliciting tiny squeals as he went. As he moved up her leg, she canted her hips upward, but he merely tightened his grip and continued kissing and nipping around her hips and abdomen.
“You want to kill me?” she whined, trying to push his head down to where she wanted it. Scotty pulled back, catching both of her wrists in one of his hands.
“So help me, I will get out the cuffs and chain you to the bed so you haven’t got the chance of untying every knot known to man with one hand, and then I will get the spreader bar and very possibly a gag as well if you do not behave,” he threatened, then released her hands.
She immediately reached up to hold onto the wrought iron headboard, not daring to make a sound-as tempting as the scene he had painted sounded, she was too aroused to wait.
One side of Scotty’s mouth curled up in a predatory grin. “That’s a good lass.”
He bent down again, flicking his tongue over her clit and relishing the ensuing gasp. He repeated the motion, then licked a broad, slow stripe down to her entrance and back up. He began licking and sucking at her clit in earnest, pulling her thighs over his shoulders and digging his fingernails into the thin skin.
Polina had never been particularly verbal in bed, defaulting to moans and whimpers of varying pitch, volume, and duration instead. She was currently moaning in a crescendo that, combined with the bucking of her hips, Scotty recognized to mean that she was nearing orgasm. He eased up a bit as she started shaking and her moans turned to a keening whine, but didn’t break contact until she pulled her hips away-she was always hypersensitive after coming the first time.
He stroked her thighs gently and watched her face as she came down. “You’ve still got the ears on,” he murmured.
She grinned lazily and pulled the headband off, then reached down to pull him up for a sloppy kiss. “Make love to me now, she whispered.
Scotty snorted. “I told you I can’t take that phrase seriously.”
“But there’s nothing between that and ‘fuck me,’ which isn’t what I mean right now,” she whined, arching her hips up into him and feeling his erection through the thin fabric of the boxers he still wore. “You know what I meant…”
He didn’t respond verbally, just ground into the hollow of her hip and craned his neck down to press a kiss just below her earlobe. Polina wrapped her arms around his body and squeezed once, before sliding her hands down his back to push his boxers off and grip his ass tightly. He wriggled out of the offending garment and kicked it onto the floor with a muttered curse.
Scotty kissed Polina soundly one more time before stretching to open the bedside cabinet and grab a condom. Quickly ripping open the packet and rolling it onto himself, he moved back on top of her and positioned himself between her legs; the tip of his erection nudging her entrance. He paused for a moment before slowly pressing into her, not stopping until he was completely sheathed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and flexed her hips. He hissed in pleasure and began to thrust, knowing that despite the alcohol he wasn’t likely to last long tonight, what with how Polina looked right now-face flushed and mouth open, letting out a sharp gasp with every movement he made. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and picked up the pace, pressing openmouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders.
His rhythm soon became irregular; he stilled for a moment before coming with a ragged groan and collapsing onto Polina. She grinned and kissed him softly, rubbing gently at his back until he had regained enough mental capacity to roll off of her and dispose of the condom.
“I think that we should get engaged more often,” she murmured sleepily.
“Aye, as often as you’d like,” Scotty replied with a chuckle. He picked up the discarded boxers and pulled them on, then rummaged through one of Polina’s drawers and tossed her a pair of panties and a T-shirt.
She struggled into the clothes while he pulled back the covers, then snuggled up to him. They fell asleep curled around each other, forgotten costume pieces strewn around the room.