Re: Wreck It Ralph (Spoilers) - "Continue?" [4/?]
anonymous
November 10 2012, 23:30:20 UTC
(sorry for the deleted above, accidental non-anon post!)
“Uh… Tamora?”
“Mm?” she replied absently.
“How are we- I mean, how is- …this might not be as easy as we thought.”
She backed away from him, a strange look on her face.
“Lie down, I’ll show you.”
Tamora did as he commanded, though she never dropped her suspicious expression. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Felix straddled her stomach carefully, then pulled him into another kiss.
“And… see, this is nice and all, but…”
Felix reached behind him, holding on to Tamora’s shoulder to keep himself from toppling over. His outstretched hand barely touched the crux of her thighs.
“I can’t reach both ends of you at once,” said Felix finally, turning beet red.
Understanding dawned on Tamora’s face. “What about the other way? Maybe I can… I don’t know, curl forward, or something.”
Felix slipped off of her, settling on his knees between her thighs instead. Tamora attempted her solution, but even with her best curl, she could only reach the top of Felix’s head to kiss it uncertainly. She let out a held breath as she relaxed, looking rather frustrated.
“I hadn’t even… I mean, this was never a problem before, so I-” Felix cut himself off, covering his mouth. Bringing up any past relationships was always a faux pas. “But hold on, maybe I can-”
Tamora pulled him forward, setting him front-to-front on top of her. Her arms, warm and strong, wrapped around him comfortingly. Felix shut his eyes, happy to simply be there, even if it was a bit embarrassing using the sergeant’s rather… ample bosom as a pillow. She shifted underneath him, rubbing against his arousal in the worst and best possible ways. It was pinned between them, throbbing gently, and he wanted her to touch him again so badly-
“I think I’ve got it,” said Tamora suddenly.
“You do?”
“Yeah. Sit up straight.”
They both did, and Tamora undid the clasp of her bra, tossing it carelessly to the side. Felix might’ve preferred her hips, but the creamy skin of her chest was nothing to scoff at. Some scars from her line of work were scattered around, the most noticeable sitting on her collar bone. Even those were gorgeously detailed. Whoever programmed Tamora’s model must have had a field day.
“All right, lose the shorts.”
In his haste, Felix nearly tripped over himself, and he heard a small giggle from Tamora. He shot her a weak frown, then took his spot back on top of her, waiting for the next command. His insides twisted and the throbbing intensified when he saw her place her hands on her breasts and push them together.
“Okay. Try this.”
It was like someone had pushed the needle off of a spinning record.
“My- in your- but that’s…” Felix sputtered. “Really?”
“You wanna find a fix for this or not?”
Felix hesitated, but only for a moment. Grabbing the base of his shaft, he guided the tip between her breasts and pushed forward with his hips.
“Oh,” he gasped.
“See?” Tamora said, a cocky tone lacing her voice. “Now keep those hips moving.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His height allowed him to bend forward and place a smiling kiss on Tamora’s forehead, and he heard her chuckle appreciatively. Her hands wandered his body as he moved, stroking him, touching, pressing and even pinching (gently, of course), and Felix drew a shaky breath. Already he was feeling dizzy, his muscles tightening with pleasure. It’d been such a long time since anyone touched him like this, and now that it was sergeant Tamora Calhoun, he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
“We’ll figure out other ways later, Fix-It. You’re smart, I know you can find something that works.”
Re: Wreck It Ralph (Spoilers) - "Continue?" [5/5]
anonymous
November 10 2012, 23:32:07 UTC
She cupped the side of his face in her soft palm, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Felix pressed his face into her hand, kissing the center of it. The throbbing was a strong ache now, and every touch from the sergeant, every thrust against her breasts, felt twice as intense. His breath came out as ragged panting, and with a looming sense of dread he knew that this was going to end a lot sooner than either of them wanted.
“Tamora, I- I don’t think I can-” he said, pausing to bite back a moan. “I can’t- I’m going to-”
The coil in his belly snapped, and he came.
A heavy silence fell over them. Felix put his hands over his mouth, his mind desperately trying to piece together a proper apology. His face burned hot with shame, and he couldn’t bring himself to look Tamora in the eyes. It was bad enough seeing the sticky white splatters all over her neck.
“Pearls on the first night, Fix-It? You shouldn’t have,” she teased.
Felix choked back a humiliated noise and squeezed his eyes shut.
“…Felix?”
“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I didn’t… I tried to warn- I mean- it… I never-”
Tamora tilted his chin up to force him to look at her. Felix tried to look at something - anything - else, but she kept his eyes focused.
“At ease, soldier,” she said. “You think you’re the first man who’s gotten a little too excited?”
“No,” Felix mumbled. “But I wanted this to be special. You wanted TLC, and I-”
He glanced at her neck.
“I blew it.”
“Blew your load, maybe,” said Tamora, startling Felix with her vulgarity. “But not the whole night.”
A quick step into the penthouse’s bathroom cleared away the mess, though few words were exchanged. Tamora took hold of the bedspread’s corner and pulled the blankets down, sliding in between the sheets. Once Felix emerged from the doorway, still looking disheartened, she held her arms out for him. He embraced her, and she leaned them back against the pillows. They shared another kiss, slow and tender, and Tamora ran her free hand through Felix’s hair.
“Let’s slow it down a little, huh? Maybe I came on too strong.”
“That wasn’t a problem,” Felix admitted. “I liked it, if I’m gonna be honest. I just think I’m a little… out of practice. It’s been a long time since I had a ladyfriend around here.”
“Then that means we’ll have to get you conditioned, won’t we?”
Felix set his head down on her chest once more, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. “Conditioned?”
“Only way to keep this from repeating itself is to make you relax. So, we’ll practice,” Tamora explained. She scratched affectionately at Felix’s head, as if he were a lap cat. “When you feel like you’re ready to try again, we will. I still need that TLC, soldier.”
“Practice,” Felix repeated. A smile crept back onto his face. “Practice sounds good.”
He’d never been happier for a day off at the arcade.
Re: Wreck It Ralph (Spoilers) - "Continue?" [5/5]
anonymous
November 11 2012, 00:07:51 UTC
OP here.
Thank you for the fill!
And especially for the mammary intercourse. I totally had not expected that, but considering it led to this gem of a line: “Pearls on the first night, Fix-It? You shouldn’t have.” it was great.
This was lovely and a great read. Thank you again! <3
“Uh… Tamora?”
“Mm?” she replied absently.
“How are we- I mean, how is- …this might not be as easy as we thought.”
She backed away from him, a strange look on her face.
“Lie down, I’ll show you.”
Tamora did as he commanded, though she never dropped her suspicious expression. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Felix straddled her stomach carefully, then pulled him into another kiss.
“And… see, this is nice and all, but…”
Felix reached behind him, holding on to Tamora’s shoulder to keep himself from toppling over. His outstretched hand barely touched the crux of her thighs.
“I can’t reach both ends of you at once,” said Felix finally, turning beet red.
Understanding dawned on Tamora’s face. “What about the other way? Maybe I can… I don’t know, curl forward, or something.”
Felix slipped off of her, settling on his knees between her thighs instead. Tamora attempted her solution, but even with her best curl, she could only reach the top of Felix’s head to kiss it uncertainly. She let out a held breath as she relaxed, looking rather frustrated.
“I hadn’t even… I mean, this was never a problem before, so I-” Felix cut himself off, covering his mouth. Bringing up any past relationships was always a faux pas. “But hold on, maybe I can-”
Tamora pulled him forward, setting him front-to-front on top of her. Her arms, warm and strong, wrapped around him comfortingly. Felix shut his eyes, happy to simply be there, even if it was a bit embarrassing using the sergeant’s rather… ample bosom as a pillow. She shifted underneath him, rubbing against his arousal in the worst and best possible ways. It was pinned between them, throbbing gently, and he wanted her to touch him again so badly-
“I think I’ve got it,” said Tamora suddenly.
“You do?”
“Yeah. Sit up straight.”
They both did, and Tamora undid the clasp of her bra, tossing it carelessly to the side. Felix might’ve preferred her hips, but the creamy skin of her chest was nothing to scoff at. Some scars from her line of work were scattered around, the most noticeable sitting on her collar bone. Even those were gorgeously detailed. Whoever programmed Tamora’s model must have had a field day.
“All right, lose the shorts.”
In his haste, Felix nearly tripped over himself, and he heard a small giggle from Tamora. He shot her a weak frown, then took his spot back on top of her, waiting for the next command. His insides twisted and the throbbing intensified when he saw her place her hands on her breasts and push them together.
“Okay. Try this.”
It was like someone had pushed the needle off of a spinning record.
“My- in your- but that’s…” Felix sputtered. “Really?”
“You wanna find a fix for this or not?”
Felix hesitated, but only for a moment. Grabbing the base of his shaft, he guided the tip between her breasts and pushed forward with his hips.
“Oh,” he gasped.
“See?” Tamora said, a cocky tone lacing her voice. “Now keep those hips moving.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His height allowed him to bend forward and place a smiling kiss on Tamora’s forehead, and he heard her chuckle appreciatively. Her hands wandered his body as he moved, stroking him, touching, pressing and even pinching (gently, of course), and Felix drew a shaky breath. Already he was feeling dizzy, his muscles tightening with pleasure. It’d been such a long time since anyone touched him like this, and now that it was sergeant Tamora Calhoun, he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
“We’ll figure out other ways later, Fix-It. You’re smart, I know you can find something that works.”
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“Tamora, I- I don’t think I can-” he said, pausing to bite back a moan. “I can’t- I’m going to-”
The coil in his belly snapped, and he came.
A heavy silence fell over them. Felix put his hands over his mouth, his mind desperately trying to piece together a proper apology. His face burned hot with shame, and he couldn’t bring himself to look Tamora in the eyes. It was bad enough seeing the sticky white splatters all over her neck.
“Pearls on the first night, Fix-It? You shouldn’t have,” she teased.
Felix choked back a humiliated noise and squeezed his eyes shut.
“…Felix?”
“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I didn’t… I tried to warn- I mean- it… I never-”
Tamora tilted his chin up to force him to look at her. Felix tried to look at something - anything - else, but she kept his eyes focused.
“At ease, soldier,” she said. “You think you’re the first man who’s gotten a little too excited?”
“No,” Felix mumbled. “But I wanted this to be special. You wanted TLC, and I-”
He glanced at her neck.
“I blew it.”
“Blew your load, maybe,” said Tamora, startling Felix with her vulgarity. “But not the whole night.”
A quick step into the penthouse’s bathroom cleared away the mess, though few words were exchanged. Tamora took hold of the bedspread’s corner and pulled the blankets down, sliding in between the sheets. Once Felix emerged from the doorway, still looking disheartened, she held her arms out for him. He embraced her, and she leaned them back against the pillows. They shared another kiss, slow and tender, and Tamora ran her free hand through Felix’s hair.
“Let’s slow it down a little, huh? Maybe I came on too strong.”
“That wasn’t a problem,” Felix admitted. “I liked it, if I’m gonna be honest. I just think I’m a little… out of practice. It’s been a long time since I had a ladyfriend around here.”
“Then that means we’ll have to get you conditioned, won’t we?”
Felix set his head down on her chest once more, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. “Conditioned?”
“Only way to keep this from repeating itself is to make you relax. So, we’ll practice,” Tamora explained. She scratched affectionately at Felix’s head, as if he were a lap cat. “When you feel like you’re ready to try again, we will. I still need that TLC, soldier.”
“Practice,” Felix repeated. A smile crept back onto his face. “Practice sounds good.”
He’d never been happier for a day off at the arcade.
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Thank you for the fill!
And especially for the mammary intercourse. I totally had not expected that, but considering it led to this gem of a line: “Pearls on the first night, Fix-It? You shouldn’t have.” it was great.
This was lovely and a great read. Thank you again! <3
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