Fic: [Somebody call me up The New York Times] This fever's gonna make the headlines.
Title: [Somebody call me up The New York Times] This fever's gonna make the headlines
Author: artemis_malvoti
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dianna's "Fever" is capable of making headlines.
A/N: First ever achele fic and NC-17 fic.
Beta-ed by the ever so lovely overkill_max and inspired by the Family Force 5 song "Fever" as re-mixed by The Toxic Avenger.
[Here's the link just in case anyone is curious: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YniocQ553ok ]
Multi colored beams of light and blinding white flashes illuminate the sweaty, thrashing bodies on the dance floor. The thumping of the dance music is pounding in your skull and making your muscles involuntarily quiver to the beat.
She’s dancing alone in a sea of people. Her body is moving sensually as her arms run up and down her own body like an invisible lover. Your vision is wavering, your head feels light and you feel a fever begin to wash over you. Your legs lead you into the sea and you thank every shooting star that you’re filled to the brim with liquid courage. You end up standing right behind her, watching her move while your own body throbs with need. She’s wearing a black muscle shirt, her hair is pulled up high into a messy pony tail; her black jeans, hugging her in all the right places, are so tight they look painted on and her heels make her the perfect height. Her hair bounces around the nape of her neck and it takes all your remaining will power to stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping it around your fingers. She throws her arms up in the air as the music plays faster and the room begins to spin. You want nothing more than to snap out of your trance and run the other way before you ruin everything.
You think that there may be more alcohol than blood in your body at this point. You see a random guy make his way towards her and press himself against her. He’s nearly a foot taller than you but you still push him out of the way before pulling her deeper into the crowd and closer to the music. She keeps dancing with her back to you as if nothing happened and you can’t help yourself. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close until you’re flush against each other. She presses back against you and her arms reach back to bury her hands into your hair. Your head falls forward and your lips brush the nape of her neck. She turns her head to look at you and you freeze. She looks into your eyes and suddenly she’s smiling, she starts grinding into you with a renewed sense of purpose and you feel like you’ve died. Her hands leave your hair and slide down to lie atop yours around her waist and she pulls your arms tighter around her. Your lips begin to move, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses from the back of her neck, up the right side of her neck, and finally behind her ear. You can feel her pulse beating to the thumping of the non-descript electronic music blaring from the speakers and all you can do is wonder if her neck is the only place her blood is rushing to. You whisper your indecent proposal into her ear and you feel her breath hitch. She turns her head and your lips meet. It’s slow and radiates more heat than you’ve ever thought possible. She opens her lips, giving you permission to taste what you’ve dreamed of for weeks, and the taste of minty alcohol intoxicates you. She turns to face you, deepening the kiss in the process. She pulls back and looks at you with a serious look reading your face; it’s one of the most sobering moments you have ever experienced in your life. She reaches out to push back the blonde locks that have matted due to the heat and humidity originating from every single half naked body on the dance floor and her brow knots. The song fades into another with the same non-descript beat and thundering bass. She leans toward you and whispers into your ear just how long she’s wanted to kiss and hold you, how long she’s wanted to feel your body moving against hers.
Your voice seems to have died in your throat so you respond the only way you can, you kiss her. It’s a desperate kiss filled with too much tongue, too much teeth, too much want, too much everything. Her hands snake back into your hair and pull you closer. Your hands move to her lower back and you paw at the sliver of skin peeking from between her shirt and jeans. You decide it’s not enough so you make your way past her pants and though you’re slightly surprised at the fact that she’s not wearing underwear your hands palm the curve of her ass and squeeze gently because you’re not some creepy groping dude who thinks girl’s asses are stress balls. She moans into your mouth and you decide this isn’t enough, you want more, you want to be as close to her as possible, you want to be inside her and feel her. While you move both of your bodies toward the restrooms, you begin to slow your kisses, trying to make them mean something more than frenzied animal urges.
You make it to the restroom without your lips separating, you stop kissing before you walk inside and look at her. Asking if she’s sure about this, she nods and says she’s never been as sure of anything else in her life. Thankfully the restroom is empty so you lock the main door from the inside, because there’s no such thing as too many precautions, and pull her towards the largest stall locking its door right behind her. You both stand there, nervously realizing how deafeningly quiet it is compared to outside. It’s so awkward, that for a second, you almost feel like scrapping this moment and deeming it a mistake. Before you can say anything, she reaches out to you with a nervous smile; you can’t help yourself, so you take her hand and smile back at her. She pulls you against her, you wrap your arms around her waist and feel her arms go around your shoulders, she reaches up to place her lips onto yours and you do nothing but stand there and let her be as chaste as she wants.
She makes all the moves. Pinning you to the door of the stall as she begins to run her hands all over your body stopping to cup you between your legs, your hips reach for her hand but she pushes them back against the door. Suddenly your shirt is no longer on and her hand is inside your pants, her fingers part your lips to rub circles around your clit and you can’t help but bite her lower lip and wrap your arms around her shoulders. Her fingers move away from your frazzled bundle of nerves and you can’t help but let out a frustrated groan before two fingers begin to move into you ever so slowly, memorizing every piece of you. Once her fingers are fully inside of you they start moving into you. It’s slow at first but then the wet sounds you make together get louder and faster. Normally they would embarrass you but you can’t really bring yourself to care as long as she keeps twisting her fingers inside of you. You can feel this overwhelming desire building deep inside of you, pulling you to fall in and never come back. Her fingers are moving faster and faster because she can feel what’s coming and you both want it with the same intensity. She moves her hand a bit so that the heel of her palm can hit just the right spot and before she can even get used to this new position you’re coming onto her hand and trying desperately to catch your breath before you pass out. She pulls her hand out of your pants, looking straight at your eyes and starts to lick her hand clean so seductively that you feel like you’re gonna come all over again.
You don’t even bother to fix your clothes before you’re pinning her against one of the walls of the stall. You kiss her frenziedly and your hands move to take her shirt and bra off. You throw them on top of the door, careful not to get them dirty because you both need to walk out of here with clothes on. Your mouth moves down her neck until you reach her chest and your lips close around one of her nipples. The hands on your neck bring you closer to her chest, urging you to consume her. Your hands unbutton her jeans while your mouth kisses a path down to her center. You’re on your knees; giving her lips a kiss before you part them and lick her clit. She moans and buries her hands in your hair. You don’t care how hard she’s starting to pull because all you can think about is how amazing she tastes and how good she feels against your mouth. You put one of her legs over your shoulder and you feel her begin to rock her hips against your mouth, you know she’s close but you don’t want her to come just yet, you don’t want her to leave you so soon. You stand up and make your way back to her mouth and she moans into your mouth as you both taste the remains of each other in your mouths. You keep the kiss going for as long as you can as your hand snakes down and you enter her wet folds with two fingers before she can react. You reach for her leg with your other hand and wrap it around your hip in order to get more leverage. You keep pushing into her with two fingers as you move the heel of your hand so that it’s rubbing her with just the right tempo thanks to your thrusting hips helping you keep your rhythm. You feel her walls closing around your fingers and her head falls back to hit the wall. She’s panting, trying to get back to earth and you bring her down gently by carefully kissing her neck, making sure not to leave any marks regardless of how badly you want everyone to know she’s yours. She kisses you and tells you she loves you, you just nod and say “I know”. Once you’re both dressed you walk out of the club together and get a taxi to her place because even though you both got here in your car, you’re in no shape to drive anymore. The driver asks you for the streets and you tell him before her lips capture yours the whole way there. Her hand tries to ease back into your pants but you have to keep it clean, at least until you get her home. When the driver stop and tells you you’re here, you pull out some cash from your bag and tell him to keep the change, you don’t want him staring at her anymore than he already has.
She opens her front door and asks you come in, so you do.
She guides you into the living room by tugging your hand and she gives you one of those deep kisses that hurt your soul. You shed each other’s clothing as you make your way to her bed; you don’t do anything other than kiss and hold each other for as long as you can. She falls asleep with her head on your chest but not before whispering “I love you so much, Dianna.” and you don’t have the heart to move her so you stay awake trying to memorize every detail of her skin along with this whole night.
It’s 4:00am and you need to be at work in a couple of hours. You call a taxi to take you back to the club so you can pick up your car. Once you’re back in your apartment you crawl into the shower and try desperately not to cry.
It’s the same story every time.
Tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing and you’ll pretend it never happened.
Author: artemis_malvoti
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dianna's "Fever" is capable of making headlines.
A/N: First ever achele fic and NC-17 fic.
Beta-ed by the ever so lovely overkill_max and inspired by the Family Force 5 song "Fever" as re-mixed by The Toxic Avenger.
[Here's the link just in case anyone is curious: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YniocQ553ok ]
Multi colored beams of light and blinding white flashes illuminate the sweaty, thrashing bodies on the dance floor. The thumping of the dance music is pounding in your skull and making your muscles involuntarily quiver to the beat.
She’s dancing alone in a sea of people. Her body is moving sensually as her arms run up and down her own body like an invisible lover. Your vision is wavering, your head feels light and you feel a fever begin to wash over you. Your legs lead you into the sea and you thank every shooting star that you’re filled to the brim with liquid courage. You end up standing right behind her, watching her move while your own body throbs with need. She’s wearing a black muscle shirt, her hair is pulled up high into a messy pony tail; her black jeans, hugging her in all the right places, are so tight they look painted on and her heels make her the perfect height. Her hair bounces around the nape of her neck and it takes all your remaining will power to stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping it around your fingers. She throws her arms up in the air as the music plays faster and the room begins to spin. You want nothing more than to snap out of your trance and run the other way before you ruin everything.
You think that there may be more alcohol than blood in your body at this point. You see a random guy make his way towards her and press himself against her. He’s nearly a foot taller than you but you still push him out of the way before pulling her deeper into the crowd and closer to the music. She keeps dancing with her back to you as if nothing happened and you can’t help yourself. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close until you’re flush against each other. She presses back against you and her arms reach back to bury her hands into your hair. Your head falls forward and your lips brush the nape of her neck. She turns her head to look at you and you freeze. She looks into your eyes and suddenly she’s smiling, she starts grinding into you with a renewed sense of purpose and you feel like you’ve died. Her hands leave your hair and slide down to lie atop yours around her waist and she pulls your arms tighter around her. Your lips begin to move, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses from the back of her neck, up the right side of her neck, and finally behind her ear. You can feel her pulse beating to the thumping of the non-descript electronic music blaring from the speakers and all you can do is wonder if her neck is the only place her blood is rushing to. You whisper your indecent proposal into her ear and you feel her breath hitch. She turns her head and your lips meet. It’s slow and radiates more heat than you’ve ever thought possible. She opens her lips, giving you permission to taste what you’ve dreamed of for weeks, and the taste of minty alcohol intoxicates you. She turns to face you, deepening the kiss in the process. She pulls back and looks at you with a serious look reading your face; it’s one of the most sobering moments you have ever experienced in your life. She reaches out to push back the blonde locks that have matted due to the heat and humidity originating from every single half naked body on the dance floor and her brow knots. The song fades into another with the same non-descript beat and thundering bass. She leans toward you and whispers into your ear just how long she’s wanted to kiss and hold you, how long she’s wanted to feel your body moving against hers.
Your voice seems to have died in your throat so you respond the only way you can, you kiss her. It’s a desperate kiss filled with too much tongue, too much teeth, too much want, too much everything. Her hands snake back into your hair and pull you closer. Your hands move to her lower back and you paw at the sliver of skin peeking from between her shirt and jeans. You decide it’s not enough so you make your way past her pants and though you’re slightly surprised at the fact that she’s not wearing underwear your hands palm the curve of her ass and squeeze gently because you’re not some creepy groping dude who thinks girl’s asses are stress balls. She moans into your mouth and you decide this isn’t enough, you want more, you want to be as close to her as possible, you want to be inside her and feel her. While you move both of your bodies toward the restrooms, you begin to slow your kisses, trying to make them mean something more than frenzied animal urges.
You make it to the restroom without your lips separating, you stop kissing before you walk inside and look at her. Asking if she’s sure about this, she nods and says she’s never been as sure of anything else in her life. Thankfully the restroom is empty so you lock the main door from the inside, because there’s no such thing as too many precautions, and pull her towards the largest stall locking its door right behind her. You both stand there, nervously realizing how deafeningly quiet it is compared to outside. It’s so awkward, that for a second, you almost feel like scrapping this moment and deeming it a mistake. Before you can say anything, she reaches out to you with a nervous smile; you can’t help yourself, so you take her hand and smile back at her. She pulls you against her, you wrap your arms around her waist and feel her arms go around your shoulders, she reaches up to place her lips onto yours and you do nothing but stand there and let her be as chaste as she wants.
She makes all the moves. Pinning you to the door of the stall as she begins to run her hands all over your body stopping to cup you between your legs, your hips reach for her hand but she pushes them back against the door. Suddenly your shirt is no longer on and her hand is inside your pants, her fingers part your lips to rub circles around your clit and you can’t help but bite her lower lip and wrap your arms around her shoulders. Her fingers move away from your frazzled bundle of nerves and you can’t help but let out a frustrated groan before two fingers begin to move into you ever so slowly, memorizing every piece of you. Once her fingers are fully inside of you they start moving into you. It’s slow at first but then the wet sounds you make together get louder and faster. Normally they would embarrass you but you can’t really bring yourself to care as long as she keeps twisting her fingers inside of you. You can feel this overwhelming desire building deep inside of you, pulling you to fall in and never come back. Her fingers are moving faster and faster because she can feel what’s coming and you both want it with the same intensity. She moves her hand a bit so that the heel of her palm can hit just the right spot and before she can even get used to this new position you’re coming onto her hand and trying desperately to catch your breath before you pass out. She pulls her hand out of your pants, looking straight at your eyes and starts to lick her hand clean so seductively that you feel like you’re gonna come all over again.
You don’t even bother to fix your clothes before you’re pinning her against one of the walls of the stall. You kiss her frenziedly and your hands move to take her shirt and bra off. You throw them on top of the door, careful not to get them dirty because you both need to walk out of here with clothes on. Your mouth moves down her neck until you reach her chest and your lips close around one of her nipples. The hands on your neck bring you closer to her chest, urging you to consume her. Your hands unbutton her jeans while your mouth kisses a path down to her center. You’re on your knees; giving her lips a kiss before you part them and lick her clit. She moans and buries her hands in your hair. You don’t care how hard she’s starting to pull because all you can think about is how amazing she tastes and how good she feels against your mouth. You put one of her legs over your shoulder and you feel her begin to rock her hips against your mouth, you know she’s close but you don’t want her to come just yet, you don’t want her to leave you so soon. You stand up and make your way back to her mouth and she moans into your mouth as you both taste the remains of each other in your mouths. You keep the kiss going for as long as you can as your hand snakes down and you enter her wet folds with two fingers before she can react. You reach for her leg with your other hand and wrap it around your hip in order to get more leverage. You keep pushing into her with two fingers as you move the heel of your hand so that it’s rubbing her with just the right tempo thanks to your thrusting hips helping you keep your rhythm. You feel her walls closing around your fingers and her head falls back to hit the wall. She’s panting, trying to get back to earth and you bring her down gently by carefully kissing her neck, making sure not to leave any marks regardless of how badly you want everyone to know she’s yours. She kisses you and tells you she loves you, you just nod and say “I know”. Once you’re both dressed you walk out of the club together and get a taxi to her place because even though you both got here in your car, you’re in no shape to drive anymore. The driver asks you for the streets and you tell him before her lips capture yours the whole way there. Her hand tries to ease back into your pants but you have to keep it clean, at least until you get her home. When the driver stop and tells you you’re here, you pull out some cash from your bag and tell him to keep the change, you don’t want him staring at her anymore than he already has.
She opens her front door and asks you come in, so you do.
She guides you into the living room by tugging your hand and she gives you one of those deep kisses that hurt your soul. You shed each other’s clothing as you make your way to her bed; you don’t do anything other than kiss and hold each other for as long as you can. She falls asleep with her head on your chest but not before whispering “I love you so much, Dianna.” and you don’t have the heart to move her so you stay awake trying to memorize every detail of her skin along with this whole night.
It’s 4:00am and you need to be at work in a couple of hours. You call a taxi to take you back to the club so you can pick up your car. Once you’re back in your apartment you crawl into the shower and try desperately not to cry.
It’s the same story every time.
Tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing and you’ll pretend it never happened.