Play List Challenge -- "Catch Me If You Can" (Ferngully, Crysta x Pips)
Title: The Prize
Song Prompt: “Catch Me If You Can” - Angela Via
Fandom: Ferngully
Pairing: Crysta x Pips
Rating: NC-17
Pips was in love with the chase. Flying through the forest at the fastest speed he could achieve, all sights a blur of color, all sounds a distant buzz. He could feel his heart pound in an erratic fashion as blood pumped through his body. He was neck and neck with her and every so often her eyes would meet his, and she would frown, knowing that if he really wanted to, he could reach out and grab her. He knew this too, of course, but he never liked the chase to end too quickly. The deeper into the forest they flew, the closer his heart felt to bursting, the more he lusted after her, the more satisfying it was when he finally veered off course-always, always catching her by surprise, the silly thing-only to intercept her later, his big hands taking her by the waist.
The sudden stop of their momentum would send them hurtling into a knothole or a bush, and for several moments, they just pressed and rolled together, unable to stop moving. She grunted, softly and reluctantly, as he gave an urgent thrust against her hip. He placed open-mouth kisses along her neck, sometimes biting and receiving admonishment in return.
“Pips, that hurt, you oaf!”
“It isn’t fair when you call me names, Crysta.”
“Aw, don’t pretend to be a gentleman for my sake!”
And a gentleman he was not. Not when he stripped them of their clothing as fast as he could and his fingers tweaked and twisted her hardening nipples mercilessly. She arched into the rough touch, a keening wail escaping, a delicious noise that went straight to Pips’ groin. He nudged his knee between her thighs, spreading her legs apart, revealing her most intimate area to him. His chest swelled with the pride of knowing that he was the only one who got to see her in such a compromising way. He licked his lips and reached down to ready himself, to prepare for the part he’d been waiting for-
“Pips!”
“What?”
She looked up at him, silently imploring, as she always did, always unable to let him continue with the simple token of affection she longed for. He rolled his eyes, as if disgusted or annoyed, but the corners of his mouth quirked upwards anyway; and he leaned down to press his lips to hers in a firm, yet undemanding kiss.
And then he pressed inside.
Hands gripping her waist in a way that would most likely bruise some non-magical being, he wasted no time in pounding into her tight, wet heat. He growled when her hands reached up to grab at his fiery red hair and tugged, voicing her encouragement in whines and whimpers. He moved fast, always, because he liked it fast, and because he doubted he could go slow even if he really wanted to. Her body pulled him in, constricting around him until he shook all over and released with a battle-like cry.
“Mm, Crysta,” he groaned as he rolled off, and they panted in unison. “Crysta.” He wiped some sweat off his brow and turned his head to look at her. “You’re my girl, huh?”
The smile she gave him was sated, but clever and sly. She replied with a teasing wink and a quick dress and she was gone, too fast. As always.
“Eh.” He shrugged, folding his arms behind his head and figuring he might take a short nap before the boys came looking for him. He’d need to be well rested for the next chase, after all. And maybe next time, he’d win her heart, too.
Song Prompt: “Catch Me If You Can” - Angela Via
Fandom: Ferngully
Pairing: Crysta x Pips
Rating: NC-17
Pips was in love with the chase. Flying through the forest at the fastest speed he could achieve, all sights a blur of color, all sounds a distant buzz. He could feel his heart pound in an erratic fashion as blood pumped through his body. He was neck and neck with her and every so often her eyes would meet his, and she would frown, knowing that if he really wanted to, he could reach out and grab her. He knew this too, of course, but he never liked the chase to end too quickly. The deeper into the forest they flew, the closer his heart felt to bursting, the more he lusted after her, the more satisfying it was when he finally veered off course-always, always catching her by surprise, the silly thing-only to intercept her later, his big hands taking her by the waist.
The sudden stop of their momentum would send them hurtling into a knothole or a bush, and for several moments, they just pressed and rolled together, unable to stop moving. She grunted, softly and reluctantly, as he gave an urgent thrust against her hip. He placed open-mouth kisses along her neck, sometimes biting and receiving admonishment in return.
“Pips, that hurt, you oaf!”
“It isn’t fair when you call me names, Crysta.”
“Aw, don’t pretend to be a gentleman for my sake!”
And a gentleman he was not. Not when he stripped them of their clothing as fast as he could and his fingers tweaked and twisted her hardening nipples mercilessly. She arched into the rough touch, a keening wail escaping, a delicious noise that went straight to Pips’ groin. He nudged his knee between her thighs, spreading her legs apart, revealing her most intimate area to him. His chest swelled with the pride of knowing that he was the only one who got to see her in such a compromising way. He licked his lips and reached down to ready himself, to prepare for the part he’d been waiting for-
“Pips!”
“What?”
She looked up at him, silently imploring, as she always did, always unable to let him continue with the simple token of affection she longed for. He rolled his eyes, as if disgusted or annoyed, but the corners of his mouth quirked upwards anyway; and he leaned down to press his lips to hers in a firm, yet undemanding kiss.
And then he pressed inside.
Hands gripping her waist in a way that would most likely bruise some non-magical being, he wasted no time in pounding into her tight, wet heat. He growled when her hands reached up to grab at his fiery red hair and tugged, voicing her encouragement in whines and whimpers. He moved fast, always, because he liked it fast, and because he doubted he could go slow even if he really wanted to. Her body pulled him in, constricting around him until he shook all over and released with a battle-like cry.
“Mm, Crysta,” he groaned as he rolled off, and they panted in unison. “Crysta.” He wiped some sweat off his brow and turned his head to look at her. “You’re my girl, huh?”
The smile she gave him was sated, but clever and sly. She replied with a teasing wink and a quick dress and she was gone, too fast. As always.
“Eh.” He shrugged, folding his arms behind his head and figuring he might take a short nap before the boys came looking for him. He’d need to be well rested for the next chase, after all. And maybe next time, he’d win her heart, too.