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Title: Of Battles And Wars
Rating: R??
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Wilhelmina, Alexis/Wilhelmina
Disclaimer: So totally and utterly not even close to being mine.
He wants to have sex with Wilhelmina Slater.
It takes him 4 doubles before he’ll admit it to himself but God, Daniel doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone so much in his life.
He likes to think he’s a level-headed kind of guy so he pushes the feeling down and down until he can barely feel it anymore, instead thinks of blondes, redheads, ivory skin, flat shoes and anything that isn’t even close to her. It works, during the days at least, when she’s crossing one perfectly long leg over the other in the seat next to him or brushing against him in the hallway he can take a deep breath and open up that special anti-Wilhelmina place inside his mind.
Alexis catches him one day in the middle of his count-to-five inhale, count-to-six exhale and Daniel decides she must have developed some sort of transsexual sorcery, because before he can even reach his six she knows.
“You wanna do her!” She nudges him with her hip and his world almost crumbles.
For a second he can’t quite manage words and just shakes his head not entirely convincingly.
“That’s crazy. You’re crazy... crazy person.” He splutters out eventually and for the first time in not long enough it feels like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, this is like his Mom finding his stash of dirty magazines, that at 14 he was convinced would be impossible to find under his mattress. Amateur.
She knows he’s lying, and he knows she knows he’s lying.
Alexis grins at him and for a second it feels like he’s looking at Alex again. Back when his sister was still a man and he was the ever striving never reaching little brother.
Alexis grins like this has just become one of their games. She grins like all of this is suddenly a competition.
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Jesus Christ he should have know better. He does know better, but still this is a shock to the system.
Alex always won. So, apparently does Alexis.
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His sister is a bitch.
The worst thing is he doesn’t know whether to be turned on or sickened. It doesn’t take long for him to feel he can be both. He can’t drag his eyes away from them and he feels like some dirty peeping Tom, partially hidden behind one of the walls with his tented pants, his hand in his pocket and thanking God for those glass walls.
He really had no idea Wilhelmina was into that, but then if Katy Perry can kiss a girl and like it then it stands to reason that she can too.
He watches her - bent over the desk, skirt hastily and haphazardly pushed up and out of the way. She’s facing his way with her cheek pressed against the glass, eyes clamped tightly shut and those wet-dream inducing lips parting for moans and sighs he can’t hear through the divide no matter how hard he tries to; he’s so close he can see her perfectly manicured fingernails scratching at the surface, clawing for something to hold onto as she’s pushing and bucking against desk.
Alexis is three fingers deep and he’s going out of his mind - Watching his sister finger fuck the woman he jerks off to.
It’s hard to believe the way she’s squirming under Alexis, letting herself be pushed harder and harder into the desk - this is the woman who doesn’t even let him top in his dreams.
He tries not to look at Alexis, because while he’s crossed some boundaries tonight - that’s one he’s not going near. When he does risk a glance he’s pleased to see she looks a little dishevelled - it makes this all seem a little more real that he can tell Wilhelmina got in some boob action before she got bent over.
He turns away before they finish and thinks that if Alexis wants a competition she can have one, he may not have always won out when they were growing up but he damn well tried, and in this game that’ll be enough fun to make losing worthwhile.
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Title: Of Battles And Wars
Rating: R??
Characters/Pairing: Daniel/Wilhelmina, Alexis/Wilhelmina
Disclaimer: So totally and utterly not even close to being mine.
He wants to have sex with Wilhelmina Slater.
It takes him 4 doubles before he’ll admit it to himself but God, Daniel doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone so much in his life.
He likes to think he’s a level-headed kind of guy so he pushes the feeling down and down until he can barely feel it anymore, instead thinks of blondes, redheads, ivory skin, flat shoes and anything that isn’t even close to her. It works, during the days at least, when she’s crossing one perfectly long leg over the other in the seat next to him or brushing against him in the hallway he can take a deep breath and open up that special anti-Wilhelmina place inside his mind.
Alexis catches him one day in the middle of his count-to-five inhale, count-to-six exhale and Daniel decides she must have developed some sort of transsexual sorcery, because before he can even reach his six she knows.
“You wanna do her!” She nudges him with her hip and his world almost crumbles.
For a second he can’t quite manage words and just shakes his head not entirely convincingly.
“That’s crazy. You’re crazy... crazy person.” He splutters out eventually and for the first time in not long enough it feels like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, this is like his Mom finding his stash of dirty magazines, that at 14 he was convinced would be impossible to find under his mattress. Amateur.
She knows he’s lying, and he knows she knows he’s lying.
Alexis grins at him and for a second it feels like he’s looking at Alex again. Back when his sister was still a man and he was the ever striving never reaching little brother.
Alexis grins like this has just become one of their games. She grins like all of this is suddenly a competition.
---
Jesus Christ he should have know better. He does know better, but still this is a shock to the system.
Alex always won. So, apparently does Alexis.
---
His sister is a bitch.
The worst thing is he doesn’t know whether to be turned on or sickened. It doesn’t take long for him to feel he can be both. He can’t drag his eyes away from them and he feels like some dirty peeping Tom, partially hidden behind one of the walls with his tented pants, his hand in his pocket and thanking God for those glass walls.
He really had no idea Wilhelmina was into that, but then if Katy Perry can kiss a girl and like it then it stands to reason that she can too.
He watches her - bent over the desk, skirt hastily and haphazardly pushed up and out of the way. She’s facing his way with her cheek pressed against the glass, eyes clamped tightly shut and those wet-dream inducing lips parting for moans and sighs he can’t hear through the divide no matter how hard he tries to; he’s so close he can see her perfectly manicured fingernails scratching at the surface, clawing for something to hold onto as she’s pushing and bucking against desk.
Alexis is three fingers deep and he’s going out of his mind - Watching his sister finger fuck the woman he jerks off to.
It’s hard to believe the way she’s squirming under Alexis, letting herself be pushed harder and harder into the desk - this is the woman who doesn’t even let him top in his dreams.
He tries not to look at Alexis, because while he’s crossed some boundaries tonight - that’s one he’s not going near. When he does risk a glance he’s pleased to see she looks a little dishevelled - it makes this all seem a little more real that he can tell Wilhelmina got in some boob action before she got bent over.
He turns away before they finish and thinks that if Alexis wants a competition she can have one, he may not have always won out when they were growing up but he damn well tried, and in this game that’ll be enough fun to make losing worthwhile.
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