Insatiable (2/5)
Title: Insatiable
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor
Rating: R
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1949
Spoilers: None
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple task. A simple 'grab and go'. No one said anything about a libido amplifying bug bite, a shower under the falls and most certainly, no one mentioned how incredibly sexy the Commander could be when he was pent up with sexual frustration.
Author's Note: Well what'dya know? A gift fic for Zoe xD. Yay! I loves you all :)
Alicia knew she should push and shove, she should fight him to come to his senses and concentrate on the task at hand. She should but she didn't want to. She wanted him to kiss her, to make nice of the promise behind his eyes, his voice. However, what she wanted and what her pride would allow were two very different things. "No." she said firmly. And wished in that moment she hadn't shifted. Her breasts grazed his chest, creating sharp erotic jolts through the fabric of her thin tank. She kept her eyes on his face, gauging his reactions to her words and movements.
Nathaniel's eyes sharpened on her and he leaned down to her ear once more, her damp hair tickling his cheeks. "You sure there, Wash?" he pressed his chest up against hers, ground his pelvis into her. There was nowhere for her to escape. The arousal built and built to a pressure that threatened to overcome her, drive her absolutely insane. It didn't take long for her to grab his biceps and move with him, seeking the friction needed to offer release.
"Yes." It was a lie, they both knew. She didn't sound sincere, barely convinced herself of her answer. In a harsh movement, he thrust his hips against her, pinning her completely to the Rhino to allow himself the ability to rub himself over her how he pleased. He was in total control of their movements, if he wanted to go faster, he could. If he wanted her higher on the vehicle, she would be without protest. There was no option for refusal. Taking the hem of her shirt in his hands, he lifted, completely divesting her of the fabric and completely delighting in her braless state. Tossing the shirt aside, he took in her flushed cheeks, her lack of protest to his actions and hummed low in his throat.
"You're lying to me, lieutenant." His hands skimmed up her waist until they reached her breasts. He cupped them firmly, squeezed and kneaded until her breath came out in a whoosh, her head tipped back and a groan crawled it's way out of her mouth. Her mouth… his eyes raked up from her breasts to her lips and without hesitation, his kiss came crashing down on hers, forcing her lips apart to plunge his tongue into her mouth. For a brief moment she considered shoving him for his audacity, his aggressive manhandling of her but it died just as quickly as it came in favour of kissing him back just as hard, just as aggressively. Her hands left his biceps to snake around his neck and pull him tighter into her body.
"No…" her answer came out breathy around his mouth, not at all confident like it was minutes previous. His lips trailed down her neck, frenzied, rushed. She hummed when his beard grazed her nipple before his mouth consumed it, flicking and teasing. Sucking gently before licking her relentlessly.
"Yes." he growled, bit down gently, dragged up her peak before latching onto it once more. Wash's back arched, wanting him closer still. When he switched breasts, her head thudded against the Rhino. If she were being honest, she didn't remember what they were arguing about, only that he was driving her insane with his lips… teeth… tongue. A shudder ran down her spine. Ooh, yes, that felt good.
Alicia's eyes drifted closed, the pleasure all consuming. It was when she felt her pants and panties slide down her legs that her eyes snapped open and she looked down. Nathaniel pulled away from her enough to view her more closely. "Step out of them." he commanded. She did as he instructed and squared her stance, refusing to feel shy under his stare. "Turn around." with narrowed eyes she did as he said. "Place your hands on the vehicle." she did. And her breath hitched when she heard the rustle of movement behind her (the dropping of his clothes) felt his heat envelop her body as he placed his hands by hers, his chest coming flush against her back. His heat enveloping her body, pressing insistently at her backside.
Nathaniel's hands trailed over her arms, around her shoulders. One hand cupped a breast, the other trailed lower to her core. A firm finger slid over her clit to run through her folds and test her entrance. He grunted. She was so wet. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder as she spread her legs wider for him, offering herself to his will. "Tell me you want this." he said, breathing hot breath down the column of her neck to nuzzle her at the spot he found to be most sensitive.
There was room for only one answer, she knew this. Knew that there was no turning back now. "Yes." her voice wasn't her own. It was husky, far too feminine and lust driven to be her voice.
"Yes?" he prompted, hinting at what he wanted to hear from her. She nearly rolled her eyes at his audacity.
"Yes, I want this, sir." she emphasised his title and rolled her hips back, pressing into his erection with just the right amount of pressure to drive him further toward insanity. He had to have her. He needed to be inside her. It was an unexplainable urge that overtook him, made him spread her legs wider, made him align himself with her entrance and slide slowly inside her to the hilt. They groaned in unison, Taylor clutching her body, Wash grasping desperately at the vehicle.
Breathing heavily, Nathaniel buried his face in her hair a moment, taking the time to roll his hips, moving her with the motion. Alicia's breath came out in a shudder as he rotated, their bodies still flush together. When she thought she'd go crazy from his stillness, he moved. First a few inches out, and eased himself back in. More and more he'd take until the head of him kissed her entrance from within her.
Over and over he thrust, over and over she moaned, cried out. So lost was she in the moment, the pleasure, she hadn't realized her hands strayed from the vehicle to the back of his head. She offered him everything, the control of her body, the control of her pleasure. In these moments where he stroked her innermost desires, fuelled her raging flame, Alicia couldn't help the carnal need to drive back to meet him or be vocal.
He thrust in and shifted, stroking various angles, gauging how she reacted to each one. He chose to stick with the angle that had her arching into him, her mouth open in a gasp and nothing more. The pleasure was too great from his relentless stroking over the spot. Wash's nailed dug into his scalp as she neared completion. Her sounds increased in volume with every hard, deliberate stroke he made inside her.
It was a chase for her release, a race to utter completion. He was determined to let her cross first. A suspicion made into fact when the hand on her hip snaked down and two fingers covered her swollen clit and made timed circular motions to match the drives inside her. The hand on her breast trailed up into her hair, fisted and tugged to the side, both turning her lips to his to be taken and sending jolts of surprising pleasure through her scalp.
As she drew nearer, dangled just on the edge, Wash moved back into him with a force that matched his own. It felt wonderful, exquisite to be taken so roughly and return the favour. Of everything he was doing to her, making her feel, it was his voice that pushed her over the edge. Rough, raw with sexual gratification, "Alicia…!" that one word around her mouth- her name- brought her over and wrapped her in a blanket of bliss. Her eyes lolled shut, a cry of pleasure left her lips.
Her inner walls clenched around him with an intensity he hadn't felt in years. She pulsed around him, coaxing and succeeding in bringing forth his orgasm. With a final, long, deep thrust into her, he roared his deliverance; both his hold on her breast and fingers on her clit firming impossibly. She gulped down as much air as she could in those moments but it never seemed enough. Not until he stopped moving, slackened his hold on her and released her from his possessive, wanton hold over her form.
Without saying a word they gathered their clothes and slipped into the vehicle. Immediately, rather uncharacteristically, Nathaniel laid down on the makeshift bed they'd made for when one was keeping watch outside, and his eyes drifted closed. A small frown marred Alicia's features at this. Not only was this very unlike the Commander, but she never pegged him as one to fall asleep right after a good fuck. Relaxed, maybe. Out cold? No. Something wasn't right and whether or not it was the jungle that made him this way, he had to be restrained.
Carefully, Wash gathered a long piece of rope from their standard practical kit under the passenger seat, and tied his wrists together. Her touch should have woken him, the feeling of rough rope should have at least stirred him in his sleep. It did nothing. When she finished tying the knots, she sat back and examined him for any signs of…well, anything, that could have made him act so rash. It was when she found the bite on his leg and skimmed it with her fingers that he moved. Groggily, he opened his eyes and looked at her with a mixed confusion.
"Wash?" he tried moving his hands and frowned further when he found them tied. He looked from his hands, to her and did a double take at her state of undress. Like out of a movie, she could see on his face that everything was coming back to him. "Wash… I-"
"Don't say it." she said quickly, raising a hand. The last thing she wanted to hear him say was he was sorry. Out of his mind or not, it wasn't something a woman liked to hear. Knowing she should cover up, but came to the conclusion it wouldn't really matter at this point, she levelled him with a hard look. He'd seen everything… felt everything in the span of two hours.
"I…" he trailed off, his eyes raking over her form, lingering on her breasts, the marks on her neck from his lips, her sex. He shifted and his sex drive kicked back in with an intensity as profound as the last. "Release me." his command came out as a rasp of desire, blatant and obvious as he twitched back to life. Her eyes widened a moment, before raking them back up his form.
"No." she replied, head raising, defiant. She needed questions answered and as far as she was concerned, he could very well stay tied, hot and bothered until he answered her.
"It's an order." he growled, getting himself into a sitting position. Something within her snapped. Perhaps it was seeing him tied and hard, rage building behind his eyes with no way of releasing it without her. Perhaps it was the fact she really, really, wanted to have him inside her again despite his random aggression in handling her. Coming to a quick decision and having had enough of his orders for the day, Wash pounced. She pushed him by both shoulders until he landed flat on his back with her over the hard length of his body.
Her lips grazed his, her teeth nipped his bottom lip. "What was your order, sir?"
http://terranovafanfic.livejournal.com/157249.html
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor
Rating: R
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1949
Spoilers: None
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple task. A simple 'grab and go'. No one said anything about a libido amplifying bug bite, a shower under the falls and most certainly, no one mentioned how incredibly sexy the Commander could be when he was pent up with sexual frustration.
Author's Note: Well what'dya know? A gift fic for Zoe xD. Yay! I loves you all :)
Alicia knew she should push and shove, she should fight him to come to his senses and concentrate on the task at hand. She should but she didn't want to. She wanted him to kiss her, to make nice of the promise behind his eyes, his voice. However, what she wanted and what her pride would allow were two very different things. "No." she said firmly. And wished in that moment she hadn't shifted. Her breasts grazed his chest, creating sharp erotic jolts through the fabric of her thin tank. She kept her eyes on his face, gauging his reactions to her words and movements.
Nathaniel's eyes sharpened on her and he leaned down to her ear once more, her damp hair tickling his cheeks. "You sure there, Wash?" he pressed his chest up against hers, ground his pelvis into her. There was nowhere for her to escape. The arousal built and built to a pressure that threatened to overcome her, drive her absolutely insane. It didn't take long for her to grab his biceps and move with him, seeking the friction needed to offer release.
"Yes." It was a lie, they both knew. She didn't sound sincere, barely convinced herself of her answer. In a harsh movement, he thrust his hips against her, pinning her completely to the Rhino to allow himself the ability to rub himself over her how he pleased. He was in total control of their movements, if he wanted to go faster, he could. If he wanted her higher on the vehicle, she would be without protest. There was no option for refusal. Taking the hem of her shirt in his hands, he lifted, completely divesting her of the fabric and completely delighting in her braless state. Tossing the shirt aside, he took in her flushed cheeks, her lack of protest to his actions and hummed low in his throat.
"You're lying to me, lieutenant." His hands skimmed up her waist until they reached her breasts. He cupped them firmly, squeezed and kneaded until her breath came out in a whoosh, her head tipped back and a groan crawled it's way out of her mouth. Her mouth… his eyes raked up from her breasts to her lips and without hesitation, his kiss came crashing down on hers, forcing her lips apart to plunge his tongue into her mouth. For a brief moment she considered shoving him for his audacity, his aggressive manhandling of her but it died just as quickly as it came in favour of kissing him back just as hard, just as aggressively. Her hands left his biceps to snake around his neck and pull him tighter into her body.
"No…" her answer came out breathy around his mouth, not at all confident like it was minutes previous. His lips trailed down her neck, frenzied, rushed. She hummed when his beard grazed her nipple before his mouth consumed it, flicking and teasing. Sucking gently before licking her relentlessly.
"Yes." he growled, bit down gently, dragged up her peak before latching onto it once more. Wash's back arched, wanting him closer still. When he switched breasts, her head thudded against the Rhino. If she were being honest, she didn't remember what they were arguing about, only that he was driving her insane with his lips… teeth… tongue. A shudder ran down her spine. Ooh, yes, that felt good.
Alicia's eyes drifted closed, the pleasure all consuming. It was when she felt her pants and panties slide down her legs that her eyes snapped open and she looked down. Nathaniel pulled away from her enough to view her more closely. "Step out of them." he commanded. She did as he instructed and squared her stance, refusing to feel shy under his stare. "Turn around." with narrowed eyes she did as he said. "Place your hands on the vehicle." she did. And her breath hitched when she heard the rustle of movement behind her (the dropping of his clothes) felt his heat envelop her body as he placed his hands by hers, his chest coming flush against her back. His heat enveloping her body, pressing insistently at her backside.
Nathaniel's hands trailed over her arms, around her shoulders. One hand cupped a breast, the other trailed lower to her core. A firm finger slid over her clit to run through her folds and test her entrance. He grunted. She was so wet. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder as she spread her legs wider for him, offering herself to his will. "Tell me you want this." he said, breathing hot breath down the column of her neck to nuzzle her at the spot he found to be most sensitive.
There was room for only one answer, she knew this. Knew that there was no turning back now. "Yes." her voice wasn't her own. It was husky, far too feminine and lust driven to be her voice.
"Yes?" he prompted, hinting at what he wanted to hear from her. She nearly rolled her eyes at his audacity.
"Yes, I want this, sir." she emphasised his title and rolled her hips back, pressing into his erection with just the right amount of pressure to drive him further toward insanity. He had to have her. He needed to be inside her. It was an unexplainable urge that overtook him, made him spread her legs wider, made him align himself with her entrance and slide slowly inside her to the hilt. They groaned in unison, Taylor clutching her body, Wash grasping desperately at the vehicle.
Breathing heavily, Nathaniel buried his face in her hair a moment, taking the time to roll his hips, moving her with the motion. Alicia's breath came out in a shudder as he rotated, their bodies still flush together. When she thought she'd go crazy from his stillness, he moved. First a few inches out, and eased himself back in. More and more he'd take until the head of him kissed her entrance from within her.
Over and over he thrust, over and over she moaned, cried out. So lost was she in the moment, the pleasure, she hadn't realized her hands strayed from the vehicle to the back of his head. She offered him everything, the control of her body, the control of her pleasure. In these moments where he stroked her innermost desires, fuelled her raging flame, Alicia couldn't help the carnal need to drive back to meet him or be vocal.
He thrust in and shifted, stroking various angles, gauging how she reacted to each one. He chose to stick with the angle that had her arching into him, her mouth open in a gasp and nothing more. The pleasure was too great from his relentless stroking over the spot. Wash's nailed dug into his scalp as she neared completion. Her sounds increased in volume with every hard, deliberate stroke he made inside her.
It was a chase for her release, a race to utter completion. He was determined to let her cross first. A suspicion made into fact when the hand on her hip snaked down and two fingers covered her swollen clit and made timed circular motions to match the drives inside her. The hand on her breast trailed up into her hair, fisted and tugged to the side, both turning her lips to his to be taken and sending jolts of surprising pleasure through her scalp.
As she drew nearer, dangled just on the edge, Wash moved back into him with a force that matched his own. It felt wonderful, exquisite to be taken so roughly and return the favour. Of everything he was doing to her, making her feel, it was his voice that pushed her over the edge. Rough, raw with sexual gratification, "Alicia…!" that one word around her mouth- her name- brought her over and wrapped her in a blanket of bliss. Her eyes lolled shut, a cry of pleasure left her lips.
Her inner walls clenched around him with an intensity he hadn't felt in years. She pulsed around him, coaxing and succeeding in bringing forth his orgasm. With a final, long, deep thrust into her, he roared his deliverance; both his hold on her breast and fingers on her clit firming impossibly. She gulped down as much air as she could in those moments but it never seemed enough. Not until he stopped moving, slackened his hold on her and released her from his possessive, wanton hold over her form.
Without saying a word they gathered their clothes and slipped into the vehicle. Immediately, rather uncharacteristically, Nathaniel laid down on the makeshift bed they'd made for when one was keeping watch outside, and his eyes drifted closed. A small frown marred Alicia's features at this. Not only was this very unlike the Commander, but she never pegged him as one to fall asleep right after a good fuck. Relaxed, maybe. Out cold? No. Something wasn't right and whether or not it was the jungle that made him this way, he had to be restrained.
Carefully, Wash gathered a long piece of rope from their standard practical kit under the passenger seat, and tied his wrists together. Her touch should have woken him, the feeling of rough rope should have at least stirred him in his sleep. It did nothing. When she finished tying the knots, she sat back and examined him for any signs of…well, anything, that could have made him act so rash. It was when she found the bite on his leg and skimmed it with her fingers that he moved. Groggily, he opened his eyes and looked at her with a mixed confusion.
"Wash?" he tried moving his hands and frowned further when he found them tied. He looked from his hands, to her and did a double take at her state of undress. Like out of a movie, she could see on his face that everything was coming back to him. "Wash… I-"
"Don't say it." she said quickly, raising a hand. The last thing she wanted to hear him say was he was sorry. Out of his mind or not, it wasn't something a woman liked to hear. Knowing she should cover up, but came to the conclusion it wouldn't really matter at this point, she levelled him with a hard look. He'd seen everything… felt everything in the span of two hours.
"I…" he trailed off, his eyes raking over her form, lingering on her breasts, the marks on her neck from his lips, her sex. He shifted and his sex drive kicked back in with an intensity as profound as the last. "Release me." his command came out as a rasp of desire, blatant and obvious as he twitched back to life. Her eyes widened a moment, before raking them back up his form.
"No." she replied, head raising, defiant. She needed questions answered and as far as she was concerned, he could very well stay tied, hot and bothered until he answered her.
"It's an order." he growled, getting himself into a sitting position. Something within her snapped. Perhaps it was seeing him tied and hard, rage building behind his eyes with no way of releasing it without her. Perhaps it was the fact she really, really, wanted to have him inside her again despite his random aggression in handling her. Coming to a quick decision and having had enough of his orders for the day, Wash pounced. She pushed him by both shoulders until he landed flat on his back with her over the hard length of his body.
Her lips grazed his, her teeth nipped his bottom lip. "What was your order, sir?"
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