Fanfiction: National Treasure (NC-17)
Title: Gravity Can't Stop Love
Pairing/Characters: Patrick Henry Gates, Emily Appleton; Patrick/Emily
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: National Treasure
Word Count: 1,398
Spoilers: Second film
Summary: Ageing is part of life, but that doesn't mean we like it.
Notes/Warnings:. Please note the rating and the pairing! If you don't like reading about mature people having sex, this fic is not for you! Written for smallfandomflsh for the prompt 'gravity'. Beta by unicorn_catcher.
Gravity Can't Stop Love
She saw herself naked in the mirror every time she took a shower. She didn't know why this time was different, why she paused to really look at herself. A quick glance to ensure the door was securely shut was reminder enough. After what had happened while they were looking for Cibola, she wouldn't be living alone anymore. Emily turned back to the mirror and examined herself closely. Her bosom had always been rather impressive, which had sometimes worked against her when she'd been attempting to be taken seriously by the male historians in her field. She noted with a little disappointment that her bosom was sagging; not very much, but enough to be noticeable, at least to her. Turning to the side, she studied her silhouette. Her stomach curved out a bit more than she remembered and her bottom seemed, to her eyes, to be larger, too. Will he like me this way? Should I work out more?
"Em?" Patrick's voice accompanied knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you all right in there?"
She quickly snatched up the hotel bathrobe and slipped it on. "Yes, Pat, I'm perfectly fine."
"Are you sure?" He sounded concerned and her heart melted at the tone. "It was awfully quiet in there after you turned off the shower."
Emily smiled as she tied the belt securely around her. "Quite sure." She opened the door, finding her ex-husband on the other side, concern written all over his face. "See?"
"Oh, I see all right." The concern vanished, quickly replaced by admiration as he took in her terrycloth-clad form.
She smiled shyly, very aware of the changes in her body the thick cloth hid. "Flatterer."
"Mmm, no." Patrick swept her into his arms, kissing her warmly, and one hand slid down her back to press her body firmly against his.
Caught by surprise, Emily melted into the kiss with a moan, winding her arms around his neck. When he finally pulled back, she was gasping for breath. "Must you try to steal my breath away every time?"
"Yes, it's the only way to keep you from arguing." He grinned, blue eyes twinkling merrily behind his glasses.
Laughing, she drew his head down to hers for another kiss. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and all but crushed her to him, his free hand sliding down to tug her belt loose. She caught his hand in hers, remembering too clearly what she'd seen in the mirror. What if he doesn't like what he sees once the robe is gone?
"Em?" Patrick lifted his head, staring down at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
She bit her lip and looked away, not sure how to explain her insecurity about her body and the way it had changed. Quietly, she whispered, "It's not you, Pat."
"It certainly seems like it is," he retorted gently, resting his hands on her shoulders.
Emily shook her head, still not looking at him. "I-- It's--" She stopped and closed her eyes, trying to find the words.
He smiled, taking her hands in his, and squeezed them gently. "You know I won't laugh, right? Whatever is wrong, we'll work it out together."
"It's really silly," she admitted, slowly turning her head back to meet his eyes. "You will laugh when I tell you."
Patrick stifled a small laugh at that. "So tell me and we'll see if I do or not."
"I warned you," she answered archly, the banter helping her to feel more comfortable and able to talk about her irrational fears. "I'm afraid you won't want me once you see me naked."
He raised his eyebrows at her, amusement lurking in his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"
"That is such a male thing to say," she scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air.
Catching one of her hands, Patrick brought it to his lips to kiss the palm. "Not necessarily. Em, we're neither of us young anymore. Our bodies are bound to change. If either of us should be worried about whether we're still desirable, it should be me."
"You?" Emily stared at him, caught by surprise.
He nodded, utterly serious. "Yes. You've obviously kept yourself in shape." He poked at his stomach with his free hand. "I didn't, I'm afraid."
"Oh." She bit her lip again, feeling distinctly sheepish. "I hadn't really noticed, to be honest."
Patrick stared at her, obviously surprised. "Seriously?"
"Yes." Smiling shyly, she peered up at him through her lashes. "I kept noticing how much I'd missed you and how much I still wanted you."
Grinning, he pulled her into another kiss, deep and hungry. This time, when he slid his hand down to tug her belt free, she didn't resist. She even helped him remove the robe completely. Once it was gone, he gently eased her back so he could look at her fully. When his eyes met hers once more, they were dark with desire and his voice was husky. "I don't know why you thought I wouldn't want you, Em. You're even more beautiful than I remember."
Smiling, she kissed him once more, beginning to tug at his robe as well. He caught her hands in his, stopping her. Pulling back, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Pat?"
"Close your eyes, Em?" he requested quietly.
After a moment, she obliged him, closing her eyes. "They're closed."
"Keep them closed," Patrick replied, accompanied by the sound of terry-cloth rustling. He then took her hands in his once more and placed them on his chest. "See with your hands."
Frowning a little, she did as he asked, slowly exploring his body with her hands. His chest and shoulders were still firm and muscular, but she found a layer of fat had covered the muscles of his stomach. She smoothed her hands over his hips and smirked when he gasped softly. She lightly raked his nails up his sides to cup his face so she could kiss him, pressing her naked body against his. He moaned as he responded to the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. Softly, she murmured against his lips. "Still as handsome as the day we met."
"Flatterer." He chuckled and gently guided her back towards the bed.
Either Patrick miscalculated the distance or he meant to fall back on it with Emily on top of him. They laughed together until she kissed him, sliding one slender hand down to stroke his half-hard arousal into full hardness. This elicited a familiar moan that she eagerly swallowed in her kiss. Pushing herself upright, it took only a little shifting on her part to take him inside her. One thing she'd always appreciated about her ex-husband was that he was large all over. She tossed her head, moaning lustily as he filled her. "Oooh, Pat."
"Em..." He breathed her name as he slid his hands up to cup her generous bust and tease her nipples into two tight buds with his thumbs.
She moaned and slowly began to move up and down, backward and forward, smoothing her hands over his chest as she did. His hands slid down to her hips to encourage her in response. Emily lightly raked her nails over his nipples and Patrick moaned with pleasure. Grinning wickedly, she gasped out, "Turnabout's fair play, Sweetheart."
"All's fair in love and war, Beloved." He sat up and reversed their positions, settling her back on the bed while he stood at the foot and began to really pound into her.
Gasping and moaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips and encouraged him to move faster and harder, stroking and caressing her breasts. The pleasure coiled higher and tighter inside her, especially when Patrick released one of her hips to circle the small bundle of nerves just above her opening. Just moments afterwards, the coiled pleasure exploded in a white-hot orgasm. "Oh, Pat! Yes!"
"Em!" he cried out as she distantly felt his seed spurt into her, hot and welcome.
Emily smiled softly as he leaned forward to rest his head on her breasts, trembling a little. "I don't think either of us needs to worry about still being desirable. Do you?"
"You're quite right." He smiled and reluctantly withdrew from inside her.
Still catching their breath, they crawled under the covers and curled up together, falling asleep quickly in each other's arms.
End
Pairing/Characters: Patrick Henry Gates, Emily Appleton; Patrick/Emily
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: National Treasure
Word Count: 1,398
Spoilers: Second film
Summary: Ageing is part of life, but that doesn't mean we like it.
Notes/Warnings:. Please note the rating and the pairing! If you don't like reading about mature people having sex, this fic is not for you! Written for smallfandomflsh for the prompt 'gravity'. Beta by unicorn_catcher.
Gravity Can't Stop Love
She saw herself naked in the mirror every time she took a shower. She didn't know why this time was different, why she paused to really look at herself. A quick glance to ensure the door was securely shut was reminder enough. After what had happened while they were looking for Cibola, she wouldn't be living alone anymore. Emily turned back to the mirror and examined herself closely. Her bosom had always been rather impressive, which had sometimes worked against her when she'd been attempting to be taken seriously by the male historians in her field. She noted with a little disappointment that her bosom was sagging; not very much, but enough to be noticeable, at least to her. Turning to the side, she studied her silhouette. Her stomach curved out a bit more than she remembered and her bottom seemed, to her eyes, to be larger, too. Will he like me this way? Should I work out more?
"Em?" Patrick's voice accompanied knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you all right in there?"
She quickly snatched up the hotel bathrobe and slipped it on. "Yes, Pat, I'm perfectly fine."
"Are you sure?" He sounded concerned and her heart melted at the tone. "It was awfully quiet in there after you turned off the shower."
Emily smiled as she tied the belt securely around her. "Quite sure." She opened the door, finding her ex-husband on the other side, concern written all over his face. "See?"
"Oh, I see all right." The concern vanished, quickly replaced by admiration as he took in her terrycloth-clad form.
She smiled shyly, very aware of the changes in her body the thick cloth hid. "Flatterer."
"Mmm, no." Patrick swept her into his arms, kissing her warmly, and one hand slid down her back to press her body firmly against his.
Caught by surprise, Emily melted into the kiss with a moan, winding her arms around his neck. When he finally pulled back, she was gasping for breath. "Must you try to steal my breath away every time?"
"Yes, it's the only way to keep you from arguing." He grinned, blue eyes twinkling merrily behind his glasses.
Laughing, she drew his head down to hers for another kiss. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and all but crushed her to him, his free hand sliding down to tug her belt loose. She caught his hand in hers, remembering too clearly what she'd seen in the mirror. What if he doesn't like what he sees once the robe is gone?
"Em?" Patrick lifted his head, staring down at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
She bit her lip and looked away, not sure how to explain her insecurity about her body and the way it had changed. Quietly, she whispered, "It's not you, Pat."
"It certainly seems like it is," he retorted gently, resting his hands on her shoulders.
Emily shook her head, still not looking at him. "I-- It's--" She stopped and closed her eyes, trying to find the words.
He smiled, taking her hands in his, and squeezed them gently. "You know I won't laugh, right? Whatever is wrong, we'll work it out together."
"It's really silly," she admitted, slowly turning her head back to meet his eyes. "You will laugh when I tell you."
Patrick stifled a small laugh at that. "So tell me and we'll see if I do or not."
"I warned you," she answered archly, the banter helping her to feel more comfortable and able to talk about her irrational fears. "I'm afraid you won't want me once you see me naked."
He raised his eyebrows at her, amusement lurking in his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"
"That is such a male thing to say," she scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air.
Catching one of her hands, Patrick brought it to his lips to kiss the palm. "Not necessarily. Em, we're neither of us young anymore. Our bodies are bound to change. If either of us should be worried about whether we're still desirable, it should be me."
"You?" Emily stared at him, caught by surprise.
He nodded, utterly serious. "Yes. You've obviously kept yourself in shape." He poked at his stomach with his free hand. "I didn't, I'm afraid."
"Oh." She bit her lip again, feeling distinctly sheepish. "I hadn't really noticed, to be honest."
Patrick stared at her, obviously surprised. "Seriously?"
"Yes." Smiling shyly, she peered up at him through her lashes. "I kept noticing how much I'd missed you and how much I still wanted you."
Grinning, he pulled her into another kiss, deep and hungry. This time, when he slid his hand down to tug her belt free, she didn't resist. She even helped him remove the robe completely. Once it was gone, he gently eased her back so he could look at her fully. When his eyes met hers once more, they were dark with desire and his voice was husky. "I don't know why you thought I wouldn't want you, Em. You're even more beautiful than I remember."
Smiling, she kissed him once more, beginning to tug at his robe as well. He caught her hands in his, stopping her. Pulling back, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Pat?"
"Close your eyes, Em?" he requested quietly.
After a moment, she obliged him, closing her eyes. "They're closed."
"Keep them closed," Patrick replied, accompanied by the sound of terry-cloth rustling. He then took her hands in his once more and placed them on his chest. "See with your hands."
Frowning a little, she did as he asked, slowly exploring his body with her hands. His chest and shoulders were still firm and muscular, but she found a layer of fat had covered the muscles of his stomach. She smoothed her hands over his hips and smirked when he gasped softly. She lightly raked his nails up his sides to cup his face so she could kiss him, pressing her naked body against his. He moaned as he responded to the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. Softly, she murmured against his lips. "Still as handsome as the day we met."
"Flatterer." He chuckled and gently guided her back towards the bed.
Either Patrick miscalculated the distance or he meant to fall back on it with Emily on top of him. They laughed together until she kissed him, sliding one slender hand down to stroke his half-hard arousal into full hardness. This elicited a familiar moan that she eagerly swallowed in her kiss. Pushing herself upright, it took only a little shifting on her part to take him inside her. One thing she'd always appreciated about her ex-husband was that he was large all over. She tossed her head, moaning lustily as he filled her. "Oooh, Pat."
"Em..." He breathed her name as he slid his hands up to cup her generous bust and tease her nipples into two tight buds with his thumbs.
She moaned and slowly began to move up and down, backward and forward, smoothing her hands over his chest as she did. His hands slid down to her hips to encourage her in response. Emily lightly raked her nails over his nipples and Patrick moaned with pleasure. Grinning wickedly, she gasped out, "Turnabout's fair play, Sweetheart."
"All's fair in love and war, Beloved." He sat up and reversed their positions, settling her back on the bed while he stood at the foot and began to really pound into her.
Gasping and moaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips and encouraged him to move faster and harder, stroking and caressing her breasts. The pleasure coiled higher and tighter inside her, especially when Patrick released one of her hips to circle the small bundle of nerves just above her opening. Just moments afterwards, the coiled pleasure exploded in a white-hot orgasm. "Oh, Pat! Yes!"
"Em!" he cried out as she distantly felt his seed spurt into her, hot and welcome.
Emily smiled softly as he leaned forward to rest his head on her breasts, trembling a little. "I don't think either of us needs to worry about still being desirable. Do you?"
"You're quite right." He smiled and reluctantly withdrew from inside her.
Still catching their breath, they crawled under the covers and curled up together, falling asleep quickly in each other's arms.
End