In Dark Corners, Pt 1, NC17word_vomityNovember 30 2011, 18:10:39 UTC
(forgive me, I haven't written any smut in awhile)
It's not the first time they've kissed. It's not the first time that too many shots and too little willpower has led to roaming hands over heated skin. He knows what her mouth tastes like and the way his hand fits into the curve of her waist. But this is the first time that Zak isn't around to pull them back from the edge, to remind them of what cannot be. He's on maneuvers and won't be back tonight. He should have told me, Lee thinks angrily as he shoves Kara roughly against the brick of the alley, demanding and rough. If Lee had known that Zak was gone, he wouldn't have showed up at their door unannounced, hoping to surprise Zak and if he could admit it, to see her again. Maybe even more of that second motive than the first. He told himself it was OK though. The wanting to see her because he'd promised himself that he'd never act on it again.
She'd faltered just for a moment when she opened the door. Thrown, like the first time, they both stumbled out pieces of words, fumbling over them in their haste for explanations. She recovered first. Laughing. It reminded him of a shock of blue and gold and his fist clenching a bouquet. The memory settled him. He'd smiled back. She'd reached out to pull him into the room before he could resist, recruiting him immediately for her entertainment for the evening. It was all very light and easy. Teasing flirtation. That felt alright, he thought. He's grateful that she seems just as unwilling the mention that first night as he is.
But now she's dragged him to a shitty dive bar on the edge of the city. It's dark and seedy, but he notices other pilots and Kara seems at home, high fiving the doorman as she walks right in, calling the bartender by name. He tries to keep things simple. Friendly questions and shallow answers, just a guy getting to know his brothers girl, but he knows they're failing this test. And so does she. Light and easy fall away quickly and every passing moment seems to get weightier, until they eventually both just drop the charade entirely. They sit in silence at the bar, side by side, tossing back drinks, waiting for the inevitable. The silence lays thick upon them, prodding them to say what must eventually be said.
She breaks first. Maybe she thinks he won't, she's wrong. Rising languidly from her stool and turning her body into the warmth of his, her breasts press tight against his shoulder, her hips kiss his thigh. He turns to meet her gaze questioningly. It's raw, filled with lust and guilt. He wants one but not the other. He can feel himself harden even as his gut twists in shame. Her voice is like broken glass in his ear, shattering his world with one word.
"Please." The word an mere breath in his ear.
He breaks. One word is all it takes. All his promises, all his vows, his duty to Zak, now just crumbled remnants lying sharp and forgotten upon the floor. He pulls her from the bar, tugging her through the back door. He doesn't know where. Anywhere, he thinks desperately as her hand tightens in his, just away. He has her pressed against the rough brick in the alley in moments unable to wait for the privacy of the car, her wrists held captive to his unyielding hands, shoved unmercifully against the brick like the rest of her. It penetrates his addled brain that he's being too rough, but he isn't sure if he can do this another way. He can feel the haze of the alcohol making this choice so much easier, can see the fuzzy unfocused look in her eyes as well. That should stop me, he thinks. It doesn't.
"Say it again." He begs, leaning down to swipe his tongue along her throat before latching on it, sucking deeply. He isn't sure if it will mark her. He isn't sure if he wants to, but then she makes a needy sound that undoes what little sanity remained within him and he knows that he wants to and sucks harder. Releasing the skin with an audible pop, he prods with his voice and hips, "Say it, Kara."
Re: In Dark Corners, Pt 2, NC17word_vomityNovember 30 2011, 18:11:12 UTC
She's pushing back against him, her hips bucking wildly, rutting against him like she can't stand not to. She catches his eyes, tries to pull her hands free. He resists, slams them back. He hears the slight moan she releases with the impact as leans in to capture it with his own mouth. He swallows her need and opens her wider for more. No finesse. Just tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. Eventually he's forced to release her wrists in his desperation to touch the rest of her, but she's having none of it. Her hands shoot out to his belt, tugging wildly, ripping at the closures with trembling fingers, too turned on for dexterity, settling instead on sheer force.
"Lee," She begs him, her voice breaking. His dick jumps at the sound of his name on her lips. "Please."
Right, he thinks switching tactics as his hands push hastily at her pants. But she's got a hand wrapped around him already, squeezing tight. He groans, losing focus for a moment, reveling in the feel of her skin against him, but she doesn't. Her other hand finishes his task for him, shoving her pants low enough that she can pull one leg free. She tugs him forward. He goes willingly, hoisting her leg up around his flank and thrusting sloppily against her underwear. As he reaches down to guide himself, she reaches to pull them aside and her other hand grasping out blindly her purchase on his waist, she pulls him in. He's too far gone to wait and in a single motion, he's buried to the hilt within her. Her yell rips through the still alley as she releases instantly around him, the sudden breach too much. He lasts only long enough to work for through her crisis before spilling into her with deep bruising thrusts. Their gasps eventually calm and the alley is still again. Slowly, he realizes that he's still gripping her tight. Releases his grip, he notices bright red skin beneath his fingers. She'll bruise. He pulls away in shame and for just a moment, she resists it. He suddenly feels much more sober. After a breath, she let's him go, but he catches the way she bites at her lip when he slips out of her.
"Kara..." He starts, not knowing what to do.
"Don’t." She responds quietly, awkwardly pulling her clothes back on. Smoothing her hair. "It...THIS never happened."
This is a different Kara than he's known before. Quiet. Reserved. Sad. He can't think of a good response. He's lost and she's too far away from him now so he just nods.
They drive back to her apartment in silence, eyes forward, bodies tense. He chances a glance at her once and his eyes fall to an obvious bruise on her throat. He curses himself and then Kara and then Zak and finally the fates.
His hand reaches out to push her hair away to better see his work. She starts at the unexpected contact, but when she sees his eyes glued to the area, the confusion slowly lifts and a terrified recognition takes its place. One hand shoots to the abused skin while the other tugs the rear-view mirror in her direction. He sees the moment she deflates. Her eyes close in frustration. Her head falls back against the seat in defeat.
"Frak, Kara." He sighs. "I'm so sorry."
He is. He knows that part at least is true.
"I didn't mean to."
She doesn't look at him. Doesn't open her eyes. For a minute he thinks she's just going to ignore him. He waits as her panicked breathing evens out.
"Yes you did." She says simply. He doesn't argue the point.
When he pulls into her lot, it's nearly dawn. Zak's car is back. She gestures at it silently as Lee pulls into the spot besides it. They both stink of booze and sex.
His mind and heart race as he struggles to figure it all out. An explanation. A story. Anything. He can't. So he turns to her.
"What should we do?"
She looks resolved as she opens her door.
"C'mon." She says simply, with a quirk of her head. "Let's go tell him."
And with that, all the lies and cover-ups and fear fly out of his head.
"Yeah," he agrees with a certainty he hasn't felt in months, "let's go tell him."
Re: In Dark Corners, Pt 2, NC17word_vomityNovember 30 2011, 21:05:22 UTC
(Although I must admit I really want to see that confrontation)
Hmmm. I gotta admit, I do have a pretty good idea of what it looks like in my head. Perhaps tomorrow I'll give it a try. If my brain cooperates. I'm on a med that honestly makes me feel stupidly slow right now. It is QUITE aggravating for writing purposes!
Re: In Dark Corners, Pt 2, NC17onlyarianaDecember 1 2011, 00:49:40 UTC
Ohhh, He really is sorry but he totally meant to do it. And I'm glad he did. If he hadn't would Kara decide to tell Zak? You totally should write that. It'll be awesome. I like how it is Kara who can't hold back in this. Really great story in so so many ways.
It's not the first time they've kissed. It's not the first time that too many shots and too little willpower has led to roaming hands over heated skin. He knows what her mouth tastes like and the way his hand fits into the curve of her waist. But this is the first time that Zak isn't around to pull them back from the edge, to remind them of what cannot be. He's on maneuvers and won't be back tonight. He should have told me, Lee thinks angrily as he shoves Kara roughly against the brick of the alley, demanding and rough. If Lee had known that Zak was gone, he wouldn't have showed up at their door unannounced, hoping to surprise Zak and if he could admit it, to see her again. Maybe even more of that second motive than the first. He told himself it was OK though. The wanting to see her because he'd promised himself that he'd never act on it again.
She'd faltered just for a moment when she opened the door. Thrown, like the first time, they both stumbled out pieces of words, fumbling over them in their haste for explanations. She recovered first. Laughing. It reminded him of a shock of blue and gold and his fist clenching a bouquet. The memory settled him. He'd smiled back. She'd reached out to pull him into the room before he could resist, recruiting him immediately for her entertainment for the evening. It was all very light and easy. Teasing flirtation. That felt alright, he thought. He's grateful that she seems just as unwilling the mention that first night as he is.
But now she's dragged him to a shitty dive bar on the edge of the city. It's dark and seedy, but he notices other pilots and Kara seems at home, high fiving the doorman as she walks right in, calling the bartender by name. He tries to keep things simple. Friendly questions and shallow answers, just a guy getting to know his brothers girl, but he knows they're failing this test. And so does she. Light and easy fall away quickly and every passing moment seems to get weightier, until they eventually both just drop the charade entirely. They sit in silence at the bar, side by side, tossing back drinks, waiting for the inevitable. The silence lays thick upon them, prodding them to say what must eventually be said.
She breaks first. Maybe she thinks he won't, she's wrong. Rising languidly from her stool and turning her body into the warmth of his, her breasts press tight against his shoulder, her hips kiss his thigh. He turns to meet her gaze questioningly. It's raw, filled with lust and guilt. He wants one but not the other. He can feel himself harden even as his gut twists in shame. Her voice is like broken glass in his ear, shattering his world with one word.
"Please." The word an mere breath in his ear.
He breaks. One word is all it takes. All his promises, all his vows, his duty to Zak, now just crumbled remnants lying sharp and forgotten upon the floor. He pulls her from the bar, tugging her through the back door. He doesn't know where. Anywhere, he thinks desperately as her hand tightens in his, just away. He has her pressed against the rough brick in the alley in moments unable to wait for the privacy of the car, her wrists held captive to his unyielding hands, shoved unmercifully against the brick like the rest of her. It penetrates his addled brain that he's being too rough, but he isn't sure if he can do this another way. He can feel the haze of the alcohol making this choice so much easier, can see the fuzzy unfocused look in her eyes as well. That should stop me, he thinks. It doesn't.
"Say it again." He begs, leaning down to swipe his tongue along her throat before latching on it, sucking deeply. He isn't sure if it will mark her. He isn't sure if he wants to, but then she makes a needy sound that undoes what little sanity remained within him and he knows that he wants to and sucks harder. Releasing the skin with an audible pop, he prods with his voice and hips, "Say it, Kara."
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"Lee," She begs him, her voice breaking. His dick jumps at the sound of his name on her lips. "Please."
Right, he thinks switching tactics as his hands push hastily at her pants. But she's got a hand wrapped around him already, squeezing tight. He groans, losing focus for a moment, reveling in the feel of her skin against him, but she doesn't. Her other hand finishes his task for him, shoving her pants low enough that she can pull one leg free. She tugs him forward. He goes willingly, hoisting her leg up around his flank and thrusting sloppily against her underwear. As he reaches down to guide himself, she reaches to pull them aside and her other hand grasping out blindly her purchase on his waist, she pulls him in. He's too far gone to wait and in a single motion, he's buried to the hilt within her. Her yell rips through the still alley as she releases instantly around him, the sudden breach too much. He lasts only long enough to work for through her crisis before spilling into her with deep bruising thrusts. Their gasps eventually calm and the alley is still again. Slowly, he realizes that he's still gripping her tight. Releases his grip, he notices bright red skin beneath his fingers. She'll bruise. He pulls away in shame and for just a moment, she resists it. He suddenly feels much more sober. After a breath, she let's him go, but he catches the way she bites at her lip when he slips out of her.
"Kara..." He starts, not knowing what to do.
"Don’t." She responds quietly, awkwardly pulling her clothes back on. Smoothing her hair. "It...THIS never happened."
This is a different Kara than he's known before. Quiet. Reserved. Sad. He can't think of a good response. He's lost and she's too far away from him now so he just nods.
They drive back to her apartment in silence, eyes forward, bodies tense. He chances a glance at her once and his eyes fall to an obvious bruise on her throat. He curses himself and then Kara and then Zak and finally the fates.
His hand reaches out to push her hair away to better see his work. She starts at the unexpected contact, but when she sees his eyes glued to the area, the confusion slowly lifts and a terrified recognition takes its place. One hand shoots to the abused skin while the other tugs the rear-view mirror in her direction. He sees the moment she deflates. Her eyes close in frustration. Her head falls back against the seat in defeat.
"Frak, Kara." He sighs. "I'm so sorry."
He is. He knows that part at least is true.
"I didn't mean to."
She doesn't look at him. Doesn't open her eyes. For a minute he thinks she's just going to ignore him. He waits as her panicked breathing evens out.
"Yes you did." She says simply. He doesn't argue the point.
When he pulls into her lot, it's nearly dawn. Zak's car is back. She gestures at it silently as Lee pulls into the spot besides it. They both stink of booze and sex.
His mind and heart race as he struggles to figure it all out. An explanation. A story. Anything. He can't. So he turns to her.
"What should we do?"
She looks resolved as she opens her door.
"C'mon." She says simply, with a quirk of her head. "Let's go tell him."
And with that, all the lies and cover-ups and fear fly out of his head.
"Yeah," he agrees with a certainty he hasn't felt in months, "let's go tell him."
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Self...when the muse won't cooperate...PORN!
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Hmmm. I gotta admit, I do have a pretty good idea of what it looks like in my head. Perhaps tomorrow I'll give it a try. If my brain cooperates. I'm on a med that honestly makes me feel stupidly slow right now. It is QUITE aggravating for writing purposes!
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BTW, this was great
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As for writing the confrontation...not sure yet.
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Very sexy! Everybody likes a little alpha!Lee leaving his mark. ;)
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