racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [3/3]
Title: racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [3/3]
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kara Danvers/Mick Rory
Warnings: Crossover fic, PWP
Spoilers: Everything through Supergirl 2x08 and DC's Legends of Tomorrow 2x07, with speculation beyond that.
Word count: ~1700
Summary: Kara and Mick run into each other in a bar...and it goes exactly like you'd expect after that.
Author's Notes: Title and quotes lifted from (and some slightly tweaked) "Holding Out For a Hero" as covered by Ella Mae Bowen. This is for leobrat because of conversations...and I haven't written fic in over a year, so go easy on me.
Additional Author's Notes: I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE! I have no idea if people still come to this journal as I hardly post at all, but I know at least one person was reading this fic. I finished it ages ago and completely forgot to post here. Please forgive me!
Chapter 3: oh, his approach is like a fire in my blood
i need a hero…
she's gotta be sure, she's gotta be soon
and she's gotta be larger than life
So, Supergirl likes to snuggle. He would find it annoying if it weren't so goddamn cute.
He wakes before she does, and honestly, he needs to get up to take a piss, but moving away from her seems…wrong. And that thought seems nuts, so he only manages to carefully remove her and slide out from beneath her by an iron self-control when what he wants to do is dump her and run.
Mick Rory doesn't do relationships even with girls who live on his planet. He sure is hell isn't entertaining the idea of one with a literal alien from another planet twice removed.
But still. She looks fucking gorgeous while she's sleeping, so he gently lays her back on her pillow. Then he pads his way into the bathroom and relieves himself. While washing his hands, he splashes some water across his face and then looks at himself in the mirror.
He looks younger. Fresher. Like he just got laid. Like Supergirl just, you know, rocked his world. A half smirk creeps across his face. What the hell is her name?
He moves quietly back into the bedroom and looks for her bag. He finds it and then checks to make sure she's still sleeping. Swiftly moving to dig through it, he finds her wallet and flips it open to look at her driver's license.
Kara Danvers.
It hits him then, because it's not what it looks like. It's kind of a hoity-toity pronunciation, like the word car with an a on the end. He remembers his disdain when she introduced herself the first time. All blonde hair and straight white teeth and enthusiasm of the let's save the day! variety.
He finds himself grinning now, because fuck him if those aren't all the things he likes best about her. Well, that, and her blow job prowess, because let's be real, who would have guessed that?
"Are you stealing from me? I don't think there's much money in there, and I'm not sure it's even good on this planet."
His head jerks up to see her propped up on her elbow, watching him from the bed. She doesn't look like she really thinks he's robbing her, due to the small smile turning the corners of her lips upward.
"Um, uh…" He can't come up with something and he feels unbelievably stupid, which isn't the feeling he wants to have while naked in a room with Supergirl. Out of nowhere, he finds himself saying, "Just wondered how old you were. How much of a cradle robber I am." He gives a fake, half-hearted laugh, trying to be self-deprecating.
Kara narrows her eyes at him and adjusts the sheet she has pulled artfully over her luscious breasts. "You could have just asked. How old are you?"
He tosses her wallet back into her bag and slides across the floor so he's kneeling next to the bed. "I'm 46."
Her eyes widened slightly as if she didn't think he was that old.
"Yup, old enough to be your daddy without even being a teen dad." It shouldn't be, considering the conversation, but his dick is once again perking up just looking at her.
She reaches a hand out and caresses his cheek, then runs her fingertips down his jaw, across his chin, and up to his bottom lip, which she delicately traces with one fine nail. "You don't look that old, and that's probably because you really take care of yourself."
He huffs out a slight scoff at that, because he knows how much alcohol he consumes, but he does eat fairly well (when on the WaveRider), and he does work out regularly. He doesn't say anything though, because he's a bit mesmerized by her hand on his face.
"Your lips are really cute," she murmurs, almost to herself, staring as she runs her fingers over both of them.
Perhaps the mesmerizing goes both ways.
Mick slides his hand across the edge of the bed and draws the sheet away from her body. "You have really cute everything," he rumbles, leaning down to take a swipe at one of her nipples. She moves her hand, and he flicks the pink, pebbled flesh with his tongue. She gasps and her hand moves around to the back of his neck to hold him securely to her.
"I could really get used to this," she sighs as he gives her nipple a little tug with his teeth. She arches into him and his cock goes rock hard painfully fast. He pushes her back, mostly so he can get up on the bed, too, and her legs scissor kick the sheet the rest of the way off her body.
"Hmmm," he replies, his lips closed securely around her breast. She gives a keening cry as he moves his hand between her legs to find her open and dewy for him. He lifts his head and says, "Too bad we don't live on the same planet."
He doesn't mean to say it. He knows it's loaded with all kinds of meaning that he doesn't really intend to back up, but in the moment it feels like the only true thing he knows. If he lived anywhere near Supergirl, he would be fucking her brains out every chance he got.
Their eyes meet and she smiles. "Guess we better make the best of what we've got," she says, and she wraps her hand around his cock with deliberateness. She pumps him twice and then her thighs fall open in invitation. "Fuck me, Mick," she breaths and he knows, due to the brightness of her eyes, and the red color that floods her cheeks and chest, she has never said that to another human being ever.
He does as the lady requests. Call him old fashioned.
Heatwave seems like the perfect superhero name for Mick, Kara thinks dreamily as she lies underneath his hard body and attempts to catch her breath. He burns her up from the inside out.
If she were five years young, this little dalliance would convince her that she 100% in love with him.
But she knows, she's not. She's 100% in lust with him. And who knows, in another life, it might have been something greater.
(Maybe if she can't figure out the boy problems on her Earth, she'll move here and have man problems instead.)
Mick presses his lips against her shoulder and then gracefully rolls off her. He is sweaty and sated and he throws a hand up over his eyes as he lies next to her. "You give good love, Kara Danvers," he says on a breathless undertone, and it suddenly occurs to her that he had never said her name the entire 12 hours they've been together.
"Were you looking at my age on my driver's license, or my name?" she demands, suspicious.
He lifts his arm to shift one eye towards her. "What? Of course, I knew your name! I was wondering about--"
"No, no, no! You called me 'Skirt' or 'Supergirl' this whole time."
He chuckles and drops his arm back in place. "Well, I'd rather call you Pussy of Steel. Is that kosher?"
She just stares at him, dumbfounded. When she remains quiet a couple beats longer, he lifts his arm again, this time turning his head so he's looking at her full on. "What?" he asks when he sees her face.
She bites her bottom lip. "That should offend me, I think."
"But?" he asks, frowning.
"I kind of like it," she says, feeling strange. She sits up and looks down at him. "Like, if anyone else said it, I'd punch them through a wall, but when you say it…"
"It's a compliment. Believe me. You've given me a new lease on life. If the other Legends are ready to head back to space tomorrow, I'm good. I'm ready. I can fight ninjas or Nazis, or whatever I gotta fight. I've been in the Pussy of Steel. Multiple times. And it was hella good."
Kara can feel herself turning red, again. She needs to get out more, obviously.
"What about me, you gonna go back and tell your boyfriends you fucked Heatwave?"
"Uh…probably not. It's none of their business."
"Well, it oughta be. There oughta be some poor schmuck back on your Earth that would move mountains to be with you and kick the ass of a thug like me who's got no business being in the Pussy of Steel."
Kara takes Mick's hand, lacing her fingers through his. "That's not true. I invited you into the… I invited you. I wanted you to, you know, you had business being there."
"Say it," he says, and a grin spreads over his mouth, lighting up his whole face.
Kara shakes her head, and her red cheeks must be maroon by now.
"I wanna hear you say it. Come on. Say it once, we'll take a shower, get the sex off us, and then I'll walk you back to your portal or whatever it is." His fingers squeeze hers. "Come on, just once. For me."
Kara clears her throat.
"You invited me into the…" he prompts.
"I invited y-you into the…P-p-pussy of Steel."
He laughs loudly and pulls their joined hands up to his mouth. Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, he whispers, "It wasn't that hard to say, was it?"
Kara starts laughing then, too. When she gets a hold of herself, she says, "I've literally had the best time ever with you."
"Good," he says firmly. "Next time I'm in town, I'll send you a message. If you're still single…" He shrugs like it doesn't matter one way or another, but his eyes tell another story.
An hour later, as Kara walks back through the portal, she kinda hopes she's available when that call comes in.
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kara Danvers/Mick Rory
Warnings: Crossover fic, PWP
Spoilers: Everything through Supergirl 2x08 and DC's Legends of Tomorrow 2x07, with speculation beyond that.
Word count: ~1700
Summary: Kara and Mick run into each other in a bar...and it goes exactly like you'd expect after that.
Author's Notes: Title and quotes lifted from (and some slightly tweaked) "Holding Out For a Hero" as covered by Ella Mae Bowen. This is for leobrat because of conversations...and I haven't written fic in over a year, so go easy on me.
Additional Author's Notes: I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE! I have no idea if people still come to this journal as I hardly post at all, but I know at least one person was reading this fic. I finished it ages ago and completely forgot to post here. Please forgive me!
Chapter 3: oh, his approach is like a fire in my blood
i need a hero…
she's gotta be sure, she's gotta be soon
and she's gotta be larger than life
So, Supergirl likes to snuggle. He would find it annoying if it weren't so goddamn cute.
He wakes before she does, and honestly, he needs to get up to take a piss, but moving away from her seems…wrong. And that thought seems nuts, so he only manages to carefully remove her and slide out from beneath her by an iron self-control when what he wants to do is dump her and run.
Mick Rory doesn't do relationships even with girls who live on his planet. He sure is hell isn't entertaining the idea of one with a literal alien from another planet twice removed.
But still. She looks fucking gorgeous while she's sleeping, so he gently lays her back on her pillow. Then he pads his way into the bathroom and relieves himself. While washing his hands, he splashes some water across his face and then looks at himself in the mirror.
He looks younger. Fresher. Like he just got laid. Like Supergirl just, you know, rocked his world. A half smirk creeps across his face. What the hell is her name?
He moves quietly back into the bedroom and looks for her bag. He finds it and then checks to make sure she's still sleeping. Swiftly moving to dig through it, he finds her wallet and flips it open to look at her driver's license.
Kara Danvers.
It hits him then, because it's not what it looks like. It's kind of a hoity-toity pronunciation, like the word car with an a on the end. He remembers his disdain when she introduced herself the first time. All blonde hair and straight white teeth and enthusiasm of the let's save the day! variety.
He finds himself grinning now, because fuck him if those aren't all the things he likes best about her. Well, that, and her blow job prowess, because let's be real, who would have guessed that?
"Are you stealing from me? I don't think there's much money in there, and I'm not sure it's even good on this planet."
His head jerks up to see her propped up on her elbow, watching him from the bed. She doesn't look like she really thinks he's robbing her, due to the small smile turning the corners of her lips upward.
"Um, uh…" He can't come up with something and he feels unbelievably stupid, which isn't the feeling he wants to have while naked in a room with Supergirl. Out of nowhere, he finds himself saying, "Just wondered how old you were. How much of a cradle robber I am." He gives a fake, half-hearted laugh, trying to be self-deprecating.
Kara narrows her eyes at him and adjusts the sheet she has pulled artfully over her luscious breasts. "You could have just asked. How old are you?"
He tosses her wallet back into her bag and slides across the floor so he's kneeling next to the bed. "I'm 46."
Her eyes widened slightly as if she didn't think he was that old.
"Yup, old enough to be your daddy without even being a teen dad." It shouldn't be, considering the conversation, but his dick is once again perking up just looking at her.
She reaches a hand out and caresses his cheek, then runs her fingertips down his jaw, across his chin, and up to his bottom lip, which she delicately traces with one fine nail. "You don't look that old, and that's probably because you really take care of yourself."
He huffs out a slight scoff at that, because he knows how much alcohol he consumes, but he does eat fairly well (when on the WaveRider), and he does work out regularly. He doesn't say anything though, because he's a bit mesmerized by her hand on his face.
"Your lips are really cute," she murmurs, almost to herself, staring as she runs her fingers over both of them.
Perhaps the mesmerizing goes both ways.
Mick slides his hand across the edge of the bed and draws the sheet away from her body. "You have really cute everything," he rumbles, leaning down to take a swipe at one of her nipples. She moves her hand, and he flicks the pink, pebbled flesh with his tongue. She gasps and her hand moves around to the back of his neck to hold him securely to her.
"I could really get used to this," she sighs as he gives her nipple a little tug with his teeth. She arches into him and his cock goes rock hard painfully fast. He pushes her back, mostly so he can get up on the bed, too, and her legs scissor kick the sheet the rest of the way off her body.
"Hmmm," he replies, his lips closed securely around her breast. She gives a keening cry as he moves his hand between her legs to find her open and dewy for him. He lifts his head and says, "Too bad we don't live on the same planet."
He doesn't mean to say it. He knows it's loaded with all kinds of meaning that he doesn't really intend to back up, but in the moment it feels like the only true thing he knows. If he lived anywhere near Supergirl, he would be fucking her brains out every chance he got.
Their eyes meet and she smiles. "Guess we better make the best of what we've got," she says, and she wraps her hand around his cock with deliberateness. She pumps him twice and then her thighs fall open in invitation. "Fuck me, Mick," she breaths and he knows, due to the brightness of her eyes, and the red color that floods her cheeks and chest, she has never said that to another human being ever.
He does as the lady requests. Call him old fashioned.
Heatwave seems like the perfect superhero name for Mick, Kara thinks dreamily as she lies underneath his hard body and attempts to catch her breath. He burns her up from the inside out.
If she were five years young, this little dalliance would convince her that she 100% in love with him.
But she knows, she's not. She's 100% in lust with him. And who knows, in another life, it might have been something greater.
(Maybe if she can't figure out the boy problems on her Earth, she'll move here and have man problems instead.)
Mick presses his lips against her shoulder and then gracefully rolls off her. He is sweaty and sated and he throws a hand up over his eyes as he lies next to her. "You give good love, Kara Danvers," he says on a breathless undertone, and it suddenly occurs to her that he had never said her name the entire 12 hours they've been together.
"Were you looking at my age on my driver's license, or my name?" she demands, suspicious.
He lifts his arm to shift one eye towards her. "What? Of course, I knew your name! I was wondering about--"
"No, no, no! You called me 'Skirt' or 'Supergirl' this whole time."
He chuckles and drops his arm back in place. "Well, I'd rather call you Pussy of Steel. Is that kosher?"
She just stares at him, dumbfounded. When she remains quiet a couple beats longer, he lifts his arm again, this time turning his head so he's looking at her full on. "What?" he asks when he sees her face.
She bites her bottom lip. "That should offend me, I think."
"But?" he asks, frowning.
"I kind of like it," she says, feeling strange. She sits up and looks down at him. "Like, if anyone else said it, I'd punch them through a wall, but when you say it…"
"It's a compliment. Believe me. You've given me a new lease on life. If the other Legends are ready to head back to space tomorrow, I'm good. I'm ready. I can fight ninjas or Nazis, or whatever I gotta fight. I've been in the Pussy of Steel. Multiple times. And it was hella good."
Kara can feel herself turning red, again. She needs to get out more, obviously.
"What about me, you gonna go back and tell your boyfriends you fucked Heatwave?"
"Uh…probably not. It's none of their business."
"Well, it oughta be. There oughta be some poor schmuck back on your Earth that would move mountains to be with you and kick the ass of a thug like me who's got no business being in the Pussy of Steel."
Kara takes Mick's hand, lacing her fingers through his. "That's not true. I invited you into the… I invited you. I wanted you to, you know, you had business being there."
"Say it," he says, and a grin spreads over his mouth, lighting up his whole face.
Kara shakes her head, and her red cheeks must be maroon by now.
"I wanna hear you say it. Come on. Say it once, we'll take a shower, get the sex off us, and then I'll walk you back to your portal or whatever it is." His fingers squeeze hers. "Come on, just once. For me."
Kara clears her throat.
"You invited me into the…" he prompts.
"I invited y-you into the…P-p-pussy of Steel."
He laughs loudly and pulls their joined hands up to his mouth. Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, he whispers, "It wasn't that hard to say, was it?"
Kara starts laughing then, too. When she gets a hold of herself, she says, "I've literally had the best time ever with you."
"Good," he says firmly. "Next time I'm in town, I'll send you a message. If you're still single…" He shrugs like it doesn't matter one way or another, but his eyes tell another story.
An hour later, as Kara walks back through the portal, she kinda hopes she's available when that call comes in.