Fic: lost inside this forest (1/1, R for sex)sugar_feyAugust 5 2012, 23:14:23 UTC
A/N: This is an epilogue of sorts to bob5fic and workerbee73 's 'Small Acts of Kindness' series, which is amazing and everyone should read it.
lost inside this forest
“There’s a story about a princess who chained a king in her basement.”
Clint grins as his hand strokes her hip, the other under his head. Their clothes are scattered around her apartment from when he turned up at her door in the middle of the night. Natasha had not seen him in three months, and the reunion was… exhilarating.
Now he’s sprawled across her bed, damp skin gleaming as she moves to straddle him. Her hair, grown so long now, spills over her shoulder in a red waterfall. “Is there?” Clint prompts her.
Natasha leans down to brush her lips across his but pulls back before he can reach up to hold her there. He wants this sometimes, after the bloodshed, and she would not deny him. “There’s a story,” she continues, sitting up and cupping his face. “In Russia.”
Clint hums in acknowledgement, leaning into her touch and turning his head to kiss the red lines on her wrist. “Tell me,” he murmurs.
“Her name is Marya Morevna. A demon king wanted her for his bride.”
“And he takes what he wants?”
Natasha smiles, tracing over the spray of shrapnel scars across his abdomen and watching him shiver. “Yes. But she’s not what he expects.”
“Apparently.” His fingers travel along her side, lingering on her ribcage, and Natasha’s breath catches as Clint’s grin widens, all swagger and sex.
His eyes close as she tells him of snow and towers and kings who cannot die, and his breathing evens out to the point where he might be sleeping. She pauses, touching his chest, and he opens his eyes. “Go on, Tasha.”
“A prince comes to the kingdom. He’s the youngest son so the throne is not for him. He meets Marya and falls instantly in love. He decides he wants to save her.”
“Hmm.” Clint props himself up on one elbow, the other arm coming up so he can palm her right breast. “I like this prince.”
Natasha frowns at him. “She is not for him either.”
He falters, the line of his jaw becoming more pronounced. “And?”
She covers his hand with hers and presses down as she slowly arches her back. “Marya had things under control. The prince is an idiot.”
Clint chuckles, but she feels the tension in his shoulders. He reaches between her legs and waits for her answering gasp. His voice is rough. “And the monster king in the basement?”
Her face is serene even as she begins to rock her hips against his roaming hands. “He takes what he wants.”
“And does the prince run off with Marya in the end?” He’s sitting up now, guiding her body against his in a slow burn.
“Not always,” she says, and bites his lip. “But the king escapes his chains.”
Clint’s hands come up to grip her upper arms. “One day you’ll have to tell me how that story ends.”
Without warning he flips her over onto her back, crushing her into the pillows as she moans.
“Kinky Russians,” he growls into her ear.
She lets him kiss her as she lifts her wrists above her head.
Re: Fic: lost inside this forest (1/1, R for sex)chimeriquesAugust 5 2012, 23:34:33 UTC
AHHH!! You! You filled my prompt!! You filled my deathless prompt!! WITH SOMETHING FROM THE SMALL ACTS OF KINDNESS 'VERSE?! Dear god this is fantastic. I honestly am all flail right now, but I seriously feel like Natasha and Clint can be molded to fit the Deathless story so wonderfully, or, even better, Deathless can be molded to fit them. I loved this sooo much.
Re: Fic: lost inside this forest (1/1, R for sex)chimeriquesAugust 6 2012, 03:41:43 UTC
Okay I'm back to say I am in love with your use of denial, or specifically, the phrase "he/she will not be denied" especially with the influence on red, and then obviously Natasha's hair...after all red compels. :)
Oh my god, and I don't know if you meant to do this, but when Clint asked Natasha to finish the story someday...just the implications of that, since their story is so similar, and its end is so sad...at least in this verse I'm just...IDK FEELS.
Watch out--I'm about to meta all over you.workerbee73August 5 2012, 23:35:47 UTC
I am all smiles right now. All smiles. You did this world so much justice.
First off, the hotness. Because WOW YES PLS. I love that you only hint at the visual of their reunion by referencing the clothes strewn about and Natasha's wonderful use of understatement. You just know that they barely made it inside the door, let alone to her bedroom (and yes, I'm still tempted to write a 5+1 of their reunions in this verse b/c of that image alone.)
Second, the dynamic is so effortlessly woven in. I'm sqeeing all kind of squees at the reference to her longer hair, at how she gives him pretty much unfettered acess to her body (and you know he's the only one on earth who has ever had that privilege and don't think for a second that he doesn't know that too), the way she tells him the story because it's something he needs-- because it anchors him, because it smoothes out the edges and quiets the voices and makes the red fade just a bit. They never sy the words (like not ever, not in my head, they just don't do that) but their confessions of love are always around--they crop up in every one of their little rituals: the storytelling, a kiss on her the wrist, tracing his scars, worshipping her body, give and take, push and pull.
Also the duality. THE METAPHORS. I do love me a good metaphor, and this tale is perfect. It's dark and complex and wonderfully ambiguous (remind you of anyone?), and there is a prince who wants to SAVE HER and a demon king who TAKES WHAT HE WANTS and in the end she CHOOSES BOTH OF THEM.
Re: Watch out--I'm about to meta all over you.sugar_feyAugust 6 2012, 02:16:50 UTC
*wipes meta stains off shirt*
I'm glad you think this is hot! You know it's the most explicit thing I've written? :P
And they barely made it through the door. The neighbours were lucky they didn't get a free show in the hall (or would that be unlucky?).
(and yes, I'm still tempted to write a 5+1 of their reunions in this verse b/c of that image alone.)
*says nothing* *sends enabling vibes*
They never sy the words (like not ever, not in my head, they just don't do that) but their confessions of love are always around--they crop up in every one of their little rituals: the storytelling, a kiss on her the wrist, tracing his scars, worshipping her body, give and take, push and pull.
This! They declare their love through actions but never words, and they get the message anyway because they've never needed words to communicate.
I see this as something she does for him fairly regularly, to bring him back down to earth after facing the darkness. I imagine he has a ritual for her as well, but I can't think what that is right now. Thoughts?
Also the duality. THE METAPHORS. I do love me a good metaphor, and this tale is perfect. It's dark and complex and wonderfully ambiguous (remind you of anyone?), and there is a prince who wants to SAVE HER and a demon king who TAKES WHAT HE WANTS and in the end she CHOOSES BOTH OF THEM.
Dude, you need to read Deathless. You will die of squee.
I'm so glad you liked it, and thanks for letting me play in your universe! It's a highly addictive sandpit.
I SEE YOUR META AND RAISE YOU MOAR META.workerbee73August 6 2012, 03:23:23 UTC
Is it really the most explicit? Moreso than last one?
And yes, definitely hot. And I will take hot by implication every damn day of the week. Don't tell me everything; don't even come close. Just imply enough to plant a couple of lovely ideas in my head and we're good. Srsly. That's the secret. (at least to me)
I imagine he has a ritual for her as well, but I can't think what that is right now. Thoughts?
**ponders**
Hmmm.... with him it wouldn't be about words.
I think it's all about water. He literally washes the dirt and dust and blood of the mission off of her. Sometimes it gets all hot 'n heavy, sometimes it's more worshipful or platonic, but he literally washes the past away. Brings her back to herself. The water is scalding hot, there's maybe one candle in the room (sometimes it's almost completely dark), and he knows, he just knows when they're done by the way her breathing changes-- the way she starts to come back to herself. The spell is lifted and the princess wakes back up. (plus I have all these images of him washing her long red hair b/c clearly i need to add hair!issues to my long list of cronenburg!issues.)
I dunno, that was me shooting from the hip. Thoughts?
Re: Deathless, I'd already decided that I need this in my life. Shall rectify tomorrow. :)
Re: I SEE YOUR META AND RAISE YOU MOAR META.cybermathwitchAugust 6 2012, 03:33:43 UTC
I think it's all about water. He literally washes the dirt and dust and blood of the mission off of her. Sometimes it gets all hot 'n heavy, sometimes it's more worshipful or platonic, but he literally washes the past away. Brings her back to herself. The water is scalding hot, there's maybe one candle in the room (sometimes it's almost completely dark), and he knows, he just knows when they're done by the way her breathing changes-- the way she starts to come back to herself. The spell is lifted and the princess wakes back up. (plus I have all these images of him washing her long red hair b/c clearly i need to add hair!issues to my long list of cronenburg!issues.)
Re: I SEE YOUR META AND RAISE YOU MOAR META.sugar_feyAugust 6 2012, 03:33:45 UTC
The other one was probably more explicit, now that I come to think of it. I guess by explicit I actually meant 'sexiest.'
OMG, yes to everything. I can see that so clearly. Especially him washing the blood out of her hair. (I thought hair!issues was already a thing in this fandom? :P)
Re: I SEE YOUR META AND RAISE YOU MOAR META.chimeriquesAugust 6 2012, 03:45:39 UTC
Goddddddd. That washing the blood/dust off of her.......HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THESE THINGS?!? They are made of gold and sparkles and everything perfect. Idek what I'm saying. But I'm starved for a fic about this.
lost inside this forest
“There’s a story about a princess who chained a king in her basement.”
Clint grins as his hand strokes her hip, the other under his head. Their clothes are scattered around her apartment from when he turned up at her door in the middle of the night. Natasha had not seen him in three months, and the reunion was… exhilarating.
Now he’s sprawled across her bed, damp skin gleaming as she moves to straddle him. Her hair, grown so long now, spills over her shoulder in a red waterfall. “Is there?” Clint prompts her.
Natasha leans down to brush her lips across his but pulls back before he can reach up to hold her there. He wants this sometimes, after the bloodshed, and she would not deny him. “There’s a story,” she continues, sitting up and cupping his face. “In Russia.”
Clint hums in acknowledgement, leaning into her touch and turning his head to kiss the red lines on her wrist. “Tell me,” he murmurs.
“Her name is Marya Morevna. A demon king wanted her for his bride.”
“And he takes what he wants?”
Natasha smiles, tracing over the spray of shrapnel scars across his abdomen and watching him shiver. “Yes. But she’s not what he expects.”
“Apparently.” His fingers travel along her side, lingering on her ribcage, and Natasha’s breath catches as Clint’s grin widens, all swagger and sex.
His eyes close as she tells him of snow and towers and kings who cannot die, and his breathing evens out to the point where he might be sleeping. She pauses, touching his chest, and he opens his eyes. “Go on, Tasha.”
“A prince comes to the kingdom. He’s the youngest son so the throne is not for him. He meets Marya and falls instantly in love. He decides he wants to save her.”
“Hmm.” Clint props himself up on one elbow, the other arm coming up so he can palm her right breast. “I like this prince.”
Natasha frowns at him. “She is not for him either.”
He falters, the line of his jaw becoming more pronounced. “And?”
She covers his hand with hers and presses down as she slowly arches her back.
“Marya had things under control. The prince is an idiot.”
Clint chuckles, but she feels the tension in his shoulders. He reaches between her legs and waits for her answering gasp. His voice is rough. “And the monster king in the basement?”
Her face is serene even as she begins to rock her hips against his roaming hands. “He takes what he wants.”
“And does the prince run off with Marya in the end?” He’s sitting up now, guiding her body against his in a slow burn.
“Not always,” she says, and bites his lip. “But the king escapes his chains.”
Clint’s hands come up to grip her upper arms. “One day you’ll have to tell me how that story ends.”
Without warning he flips her over onto her back, crushing her into the pillows as she moans.
“Kinky Russians,” he growls into her ear.
She lets him kiss her as she lifts her wrists above her head.
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This prompt was too good to pass up. Deathless does fit them so well!
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Oh my god, and I don't know if you meant to do this, but when Clint asked Natasha to finish the story someday...just the implications of that, since their story is so similar, and its end is so sad...at least in this verse I'm just...IDK FEELS.
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First off, the hotness. Because WOW YES PLS. I love that you only hint at the visual of their reunion by referencing the clothes strewn about and Natasha's wonderful use of understatement. You just know that they barely made it inside the door, let alone to her bedroom (and yes, I'm still tempted to write a 5+1 of their reunions in this verse b/c of that image alone.)
Second, the dynamic is so effortlessly woven in. I'm sqeeing all kind of squees at the reference to her longer hair, at how she gives him pretty much unfettered acess to her body (and you know he's the only one on earth who has ever had that privilege and don't think for a second that he doesn't know that too), the way she tells him the story because it's something he needs-- because it anchors him, because it smoothes out the edges and quiets the voices and makes the red fade just a bit. They never sy the words (like not ever, not in my head, they just don't do that) but their confessions of love are always around--they crop up in every one of their little rituals: the storytelling, a kiss on her the wrist, tracing his scars, worshipping her body, give and take, push and pull.
Also the duality. THE METAPHORS. I do love me a good metaphor, and this tale is perfect. It's dark and complex and wonderfully ambiguous (remind you of anyone?), and there is a prince who wants to SAVE HER and a demon king who TAKES WHAT HE WANTS and in the end she CHOOSES BOTH OF THEM.
Sorry. I need to go drown in my feels right now.
Such an amazing job, my friend.
**brbdying**
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I'm glad you think this is hot! You know it's the most explicit thing I've written? :P
And they barely made it through the door. The neighbours were lucky they didn't get a free show in the hall (or would that be unlucky?).
(and yes, I'm still tempted to write a 5+1 of their reunions in this verse b/c of that image alone.)
*says nothing* *sends enabling vibes*
They never sy the words (like not ever, not in my head, they just don't do that) but their confessions of love are always around--they crop up in every one of their little rituals: the storytelling, a kiss on her the wrist, tracing his scars, worshipping her body, give and take, push and pull.
This! They declare their love through actions but never words, and they get the message anyway because they've never needed words to communicate.
I see this as something she does for him fairly regularly, to bring him back down to earth after facing the darkness. I imagine he has a ritual for her as well, but I can't think what that is right now. Thoughts?
Also the duality. THE METAPHORS. I do love me a good metaphor, and this tale is perfect. It's dark and complex and wonderfully ambiguous (remind you of anyone?), and there is a prince who wants to SAVE HER and a demon king who TAKES WHAT HE WANTS and in the end she CHOOSES BOTH OF THEM.
Dude, you need to read Deathless. You will die of squee.
I'm so glad you liked it, and thanks for letting me play in your universe! It's a highly addictive sandpit.
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And yes, definitely hot. And I will take hot by implication every damn day of the week. Don't tell me everything; don't even come close. Just imply enough to plant a couple of lovely ideas in my head and we're good. Srsly. That's the secret. (at least to me)
I imagine he has a ritual for her as well, but I can't think what that is right now. Thoughts?
**ponders**
Hmmm.... with him it wouldn't be about words.
I think it's all about water. He literally washes the dirt and dust and blood of the mission off of her. Sometimes it gets all hot 'n heavy, sometimes it's more worshipful or platonic, but he literally washes the past away. Brings her back to herself. The water is scalding hot, there's maybe one candle in the room (sometimes it's almost completely dark), and he knows, he just knows when they're done by the way her breathing changes-- the way she starts to come back to herself. The spell is lifted and the princess wakes back up. (plus I have all these images of him washing her long red hair b/c clearly i need to add hair!issues to my long list of cronenburg!issues.)
I dunno, that was me shooting from the hip. Thoughts?
Re: Deathless, I'd already decided that I need this in my life. Shall rectify tomorrow. :)
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... ... ...
::falls over::
*___*
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It's amazing what can come from a sleep-deprived brain. IDEK. **shakes head**
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OMG, yes to everything. I can see that so clearly. Especially him washing the blood out of her hair. (I thought hair!issues was already a thing in this fandom? :P)
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And thank you. :)
My brain. Sometimes I don't even know. O_o
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