Fic: "Learning Curves," GH, Ethan/Kristina, R.
The Battle ends tomorrow. I've written four stories. That's almost... *excessive*. LOL.
Title: "Learning Curves" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: GH
Rating/Classification: R, Ethan/Kristina, futurefic, first time, sexual situations, mentions of past physical/sexual abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and am making no profit from their use.
Summary: 450 words. Written for Porn Battle XII, for the prompts "darkness" and "wrong."
Making love to Kristina is all about her unlearning. Showing her that she doesn't have to flinch. Whispering to her that she doesn't have to put her mouth on him anywhere she's not comfortable. It's about proving to her that tugging on her hair can be a tease and not a demand. Letting her know that it's not a race to the finish… that it's totally okay, even encouraged, for her to finish first.
And he makes sure she does, holding her hips fast, keeping her anchored in the tangle of sheets, licking deep. Until she's frantic. Mindless. Thrashing and begging before going damn near silent with wonder. "Oh," she gasps, before following it with a chant of "Oh my God, Ethan, oh my God." She arches up against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair and not the *least* bit gently. But he doesn't care. He'd gladly let her pull every last hair from his head if it means she finally knows what it's like to come.
With the lights off he can taste, not see, the sheen of sweat bathing her body. Then, she's pushing up off the mattress, reaching for him… trembling, terrified that she's done something wrong by getting off. "Ethan, I… was that okay…? Should I…?"
She sounds nothing like the confident brat who chased him all over Port Charles just to get him to this moment. There's no room for another person in this bed, but Ethan can't help but wish he could bring Kiefer Bauer back from the dead just to kill him twice over. He's glad for the lack of light. Glad Kristina can't see the rage that momentarily consumes him.
Then he lets what's important devour him instead. Krissy. This night. This hour. He presses his mouth to her inner thigh. To her hip and her soft, flat belly, murmuring, "Shh," and "It's okay," all the while. "You don't have to do anything," he assures her. "Just be you." Yes, he's hard-- unbelievably, painfully, fucking hard. Yes, he wants to be inside her-- he would *die* to be inside her this very instant. But he can wait. He will wait as long as it takes. Because it has to be right.
When his leisurely exploration finds its end at her lips, she kisses him with teary enthusiasm and tells him she loves him. In that impulsive, grateful, way of a 19-year-old who's only been with one colossal shit of a man. Eventually, Ethan will have to teach her that love and sex aren't the same thing.
If he could just wrap his brain around the lesson himself...
Making love to Kristina is all about her unlearning… and all about his undoing.
--end--
August 6, 2011
Title: "Learning Curves" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: GH
Rating/Classification: R, Ethan/Kristina, futurefic, first time, sexual situations, mentions of past physical/sexual abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and am making no profit from their use.
Summary: 450 words. Written for Porn Battle XII, for the prompts "darkness" and "wrong."
Making love to Kristina is all about her unlearning. Showing her that she doesn't have to flinch. Whispering to her that she doesn't have to put her mouth on him anywhere she's not comfortable. It's about proving to her that tugging on her hair can be a tease and not a demand. Letting her know that it's not a race to the finish… that it's totally okay, even encouraged, for her to finish first.
And he makes sure she does, holding her hips fast, keeping her anchored in the tangle of sheets, licking deep. Until she's frantic. Mindless. Thrashing and begging before going damn near silent with wonder. "Oh," she gasps, before following it with a chant of "Oh my God, Ethan, oh my God." She arches up against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair and not the *least* bit gently. But he doesn't care. He'd gladly let her pull every last hair from his head if it means she finally knows what it's like to come.
With the lights off he can taste, not see, the sheen of sweat bathing her body. Then, she's pushing up off the mattress, reaching for him… trembling, terrified that she's done something wrong by getting off. "Ethan, I… was that okay…? Should I…?"
She sounds nothing like the confident brat who chased him all over Port Charles just to get him to this moment. There's no room for another person in this bed, but Ethan can't help but wish he could bring Kiefer Bauer back from the dead just to kill him twice over. He's glad for the lack of light. Glad Kristina can't see the rage that momentarily consumes him.
Then he lets what's important devour him instead. Krissy. This night. This hour. He presses his mouth to her inner thigh. To her hip and her soft, flat belly, murmuring, "Shh," and "It's okay," all the while. "You don't have to do anything," he assures her. "Just be you." Yes, he's hard-- unbelievably, painfully, fucking hard. Yes, he wants to be inside her-- he would *die* to be inside her this very instant. But he can wait. He will wait as long as it takes. Because it has to be right.
When his leisurely exploration finds its end at her lips, she kisses him with teary enthusiasm and tells him she loves him. In that impulsive, grateful, way of a 19-year-old who's only been with one colossal shit of a man. Eventually, Ethan will have to teach her that love and sex aren't the same thing.
If he could just wrap his brain around the lesson himself...
Making love to Kristina is all about her unlearning… and all about his undoing.
--end--
August 6, 2011