Porn Battle Ficlet: Pulse
Title: Pulse
Fandom: Terminator Salvation
Character/Pairing: Blair Williams; Blair Williams/Marcus Wright
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 407
Summary: "What do I taste like?" he asks.
Note: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle 8; prompt: warmth)
Pulse
It's Marcus' eyes and voice that convinces Blair he's more than a machine. When he looks out at the landscape, a faraway expression comes to his face. He sees both past and present, what once was overlapping what is. Sometimes, when he speaks, there's more than one meaning-secrets-in the things he says.
Double talk and rememory are nothing new to Blair. Except for the children, everyone was someone else before Judgment Day. Comrades and fuck-buddies will talk about life as it is now, as they want it to be. Friends and lovers talk about the past, about who they were and might have been.
Blair thought she would have time to be a friend to Marcus, maybe a lover.
The worst thing about Skynet is that they steal the desired possibilities.
As Kate preps for surgery, Blair takes Marcus' exposed metal hand-warm against her own-and leads him away from the makeshift camp. They walk until they can no longer be seen, hidden by a dilapidated building.
Later, when she thinks of Marcus, Blair will think of three walls, a half-caved in roof and an anarchy symbol spray-painted on the wall.
They fuck against said wall, their moans echoing throughout the building, floating into the desert.
Marcus' cock hits all the right place, makes Blair breathless and causes her to dig her nails into his skin.
It's not long until she starts to feel her orgasm building. The intensity of it surprises her. It's been a long time since Blair's felt this way, as if something beautiful and dangerous is building at the center of her, threatening to completely overtake her.
It's the sense of oncoming loss that makes it so good.
When Blair comes back to herself, Marcus is holding her up, kissing her mouth. She can feel his heart beating, strong and fast, against her chest.
She says nothing about the fact that he hasn't come. It never occurred to her that he couldn't.
Before they leave, they stand outside the building for a few moments, kissing.
Reluctantly, Marcus pulls away. "What do I taste like?" he asks.
Blair wonders about the woman the question refers to.
The sun has changed position, dipped a little lower in the horizon, but the heat remains. Blair remembers the pulse of Marcus' heart.
"Like life," she replies.
Marcus smiles, content.
End.
Terminator Salvation, Blair Williams/Marcus Wright, warmth
Fandom: Terminator Salvation
Character/Pairing: Blair Williams; Blair Williams/Marcus Wright
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 407
Summary: "What do I taste like?" he asks.
Note: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle 8; prompt: warmth)
Pulse
It's Marcus' eyes and voice that convinces Blair he's more than a machine. When he looks out at the landscape, a faraway expression comes to his face. He sees both past and present, what once was overlapping what is. Sometimes, when he speaks, there's more than one meaning-secrets-in the things he says.
Double talk and rememory are nothing new to Blair. Except for the children, everyone was someone else before Judgment Day. Comrades and fuck-buddies will talk about life as it is now, as they want it to be. Friends and lovers talk about the past, about who they were and might have been.
Blair thought she would have time to be a friend to Marcus, maybe a lover.
The worst thing about Skynet is that they steal the desired possibilities.
As Kate preps for surgery, Blair takes Marcus' exposed metal hand-warm against her own-and leads him away from the makeshift camp. They walk until they can no longer be seen, hidden by a dilapidated building.
Later, when she thinks of Marcus, Blair will think of three walls, a half-caved in roof and an anarchy symbol spray-painted on the wall.
They fuck against said wall, their moans echoing throughout the building, floating into the desert.
Marcus' cock hits all the right place, makes Blair breathless and causes her to dig her nails into his skin.
It's not long until she starts to feel her orgasm building. The intensity of it surprises her. It's been a long time since Blair's felt this way, as if something beautiful and dangerous is building at the center of her, threatening to completely overtake her.
It's the sense of oncoming loss that makes it so good.
When Blair comes back to herself, Marcus is holding her up, kissing her mouth. She can feel his heart beating, strong and fast, against her chest.
She says nothing about the fact that he hasn't come. It never occurred to her that he couldn't.
Before they leave, they stand outside the building for a few moments, kissing.
Reluctantly, Marcus pulls away. "What do I taste like?" he asks.
Blair wonders about the woman the question refers to.
The sun has changed position, dipped a little lower in the horizon, but the heat remains. Blair remembers the pulse of Marcus' heart.
"Like life," she replies.
Marcus smiles, content.
End.
Terminator Salvation, Blair Williams/Marcus Wright, warmth