Fun Times
Title: Fun Times
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 7/4. When it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.
Character/Pairing: Pixie/Speed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 278
Summary: Not much to summarize, really. A bit of Pixie/Speed.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tommy hissed as Megan’s nails raked down his back, raising thin welts that disappeared almost as soon as they formed, and he pressed her roughly into the mattress, making her squeak in surprise and pain. She retaliated by biting his lower lip, and Tommy laughed deep in his throat. He cupped her ass with both hands and rolled them so that she was on top, or at least tried to. Instead, they both ended up rolling right off of the bed and landing on the floor. Megan’s weight combined with the unexpected fall knocked the air out of Tommy, and Megan giggled as she stripped off her shirt, arching her back as she did so.
Tommy sat up, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. “God, you-”
Megan grabbed Tommy’s hands and pushed them away before unhooking her bra herself. “For someone so fast, you sure are slow with a bra,” she said. Tommy retaliated by raising a row of hickies on her neck in the space of a few seconds. “No fair!” she squeaked, reaching up to touch the hickies.
Tommy swiped his tongue over Megan’s collar bone, and she retaliated by pinning him to the floor with a move she’d learned during training with Wolverine. “I don’t think you take me seriously,” she pouted.
“I always take you seriously,” Tommy assured her. “Let me up and I’ll show you.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Table/Prompt: Table 7/4. When it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.
Character/Pairing: Pixie/Speed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 278
Summary: Not much to summarize, really. A bit of Pixie/Speed.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tommy hissed as Megan’s nails raked down his back, raising thin welts that disappeared almost as soon as they formed, and he pressed her roughly into the mattress, making her squeak in surprise and pain. She retaliated by biting his lower lip, and Tommy laughed deep in his throat. He cupped her ass with both hands and rolled them so that she was on top, or at least tried to. Instead, they both ended up rolling right off of the bed and landing on the floor. Megan’s weight combined with the unexpected fall knocked the air out of Tommy, and Megan giggled as she stripped off her shirt, arching her back as she did so.
Tommy sat up, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. “God, you-”
Megan grabbed Tommy’s hands and pushed them away before unhooking her bra herself. “For someone so fast, you sure are slow with a bra,” she said. Tommy retaliated by raising a row of hickies on her neck in the space of a few seconds. “No fair!” she squeaked, reaching up to touch the hickies.
Tommy swiped his tongue over Megan’s collar bone, and she retaliated by pinning him to the floor with a move she’d learned during training with Wolverine. “I don’t think you take me seriously,” she pouted.
“I always take you seriously,” Tommy assured her. “Let me up and I’ll show you.”