Lost Fanfiction: Rain in Heaven
Title: Rain in Heaven
Rating: hard R/MA/NC-17 (for heavy sexuality)
Pairing: Alex/Richard
Words: 842
Summary: Alex and Richard decide to stop for the night.
Prompt: 50ficlets #11 thunder & lightning
Notes: PWP, pure smut, etc. At least this time Alex isn't defined as a minor. Explore with caution.
Alex never knew there would be rain in heaven, and yet, that seems to be the case.
"We should head back," Richard suggests when the storm reaches fever pitch, but Alex can't, won't.
She slips into the stream, daring him to follow her to the secret places only a few know about. The cool water is a shock to her system, but it is refreshing too, washing away the grime of a fourteen kilometre trek, soothing her tired muscles. She catches a deep breath and dives beneath the surface, where raindrops dance, water encountering water. Richard moves beside her with perfect grace, his dark hair tousled by the soft ripples and currents.
Lightning crackles over head, a double dare. Alex rises up for a last inhalation, then goes down, down, through the tunnels and the twists, until she comes to the place carved into stone long before even Richard's time. There used to be a bomb waiting, though she doesn't know it. The bomb is in her heart, lust-fuelled, pushing her forward, teaching her how to operate on instinct.
"Can you hear that?" she asks as Richard ascends the steps. Above them, rain drips down in a staccato beat. There is thunder in the distance, a quiet, soothing hum. Alex leans back against Richard, feeling the heat of his body through his wet clothes. "Guess we're stuck here a while, huh?"
Richard nods. "Unless you feel like following the path in the middle of an electric storm." Of course, he knows she won't. He doesn't dare light a torch down here, not knowing how long they will remain. They'll need the oxygen, to fuel their exertions. Instead, he holds her, using the dark as an opportunity to explore her body with his hands.
The clothes come off quicker with Alex's help. She raises her legs, kicks off the jeans and then pulls the damp shirt from her body, casting it aside. The stone floor is hard and cold against her bare buttocks and shoulder blades, but she doesn't care. This is the reason she brought Richard here, because it is the one place in the whole jungle none of Ben's men know about, a place where they will not be discovered.
"Alex," Richard murmurs. He cups his hands around her breasts, kisses her collarbone and the base of her throat. He's already hard, despite the chill water, but Alex's hands add to the sensation. He shivers, feeling the build of pleasure as she strokes him teasingly, more exploration than seduction, but very efficient.
"Come on," she tells him, shifting onto the discarded clothes. "We don't have a lot of time." A strange thrill creeps through her body as Richard slides her legs farther apart, positioning himself. He's a heavy weight atop her, and Alex doesn't protest when Richard guides her up on top. She settles down, the skin of her inner thighs brushing against his hips. She bends, kisses him and pets his hair as he enters her. A thin cry escapes her throat, but she can't help it, and for once, she doesn't have to be quiet.
Within minutes, Richard has her moaning. The sounds of her pleasure elevates his own experience. He closes his eyes, feeling her hands desperate across him. He slides his own palms down her sides, hips, cupping her behind and guiding her into a quicker rhythm. He can feel the wet tightness of her body, the warmth of being inside her. It scares him, still, to think that she is so young, that he was her first. Instead of dwelling on the thoughts, he thrusts in harder and pulls her down for a kiss.
It's over too fast. Alex pants, her bliss rising to a crescendo. Somehow, she's back on the ground, Richard moving above her, his hands forcing her legs to spread another centimetre, his mouth open and his skin glistening with sweat. She listens to the sounds of his breathing, shudders as he flicks his tongue across her nipples, patterns kisses down her neck. She arches up and the heat explodes, sending her breathless and reeling over the edge.
"Again," Alex tells Richard, as soon as she can breathe, and despite the darkness, she can see Richard's smile. She shifts, balls her t-shirt up to make a pillow, splays her limbs because she's too weak to move anymore. Richard's breath is hot and damp against her belly, then her thighs, and finally his tongue finds her and she whimpers and sighs, promising him anything, the sun and the moon and the stars, if only he will not stop. She can feel the vibrations of his soft chuckle, and shivers, one leg over his shoulder. She says his name because it pleases her. "Richard." She reminds herself he's doing this, he's the one and he's chosen her.
Outside, the rain pours down, the storm growing ever louder.
Rating: hard R/MA/NC-17 (for heavy sexuality)
Pairing: Alex/Richard
Words: 842
Summary: Alex and Richard decide to stop for the night.
Prompt: 50ficlets #11 thunder & lightning
Notes: PWP, pure smut, etc. At least this time Alex isn't defined as a minor. Explore with caution.
Alex never knew there would be rain in heaven, and yet, that seems to be the case.
"We should head back," Richard suggests when the storm reaches fever pitch, but Alex can't, won't.
She slips into the stream, daring him to follow her to the secret places only a few know about. The cool water is a shock to her system, but it is refreshing too, washing away the grime of a fourteen kilometre trek, soothing her tired muscles. She catches a deep breath and dives beneath the surface, where raindrops dance, water encountering water. Richard moves beside her with perfect grace, his dark hair tousled by the soft ripples and currents.
Lightning crackles over head, a double dare. Alex rises up for a last inhalation, then goes down, down, through the tunnels and the twists, until she comes to the place carved into stone long before even Richard's time. There used to be a bomb waiting, though she doesn't know it. The bomb is in her heart, lust-fuelled, pushing her forward, teaching her how to operate on instinct.
"Can you hear that?" she asks as Richard ascends the steps. Above them, rain drips down in a staccato beat. There is thunder in the distance, a quiet, soothing hum. Alex leans back against Richard, feeling the heat of his body through his wet clothes. "Guess we're stuck here a while, huh?"
Richard nods. "Unless you feel like following the path in the middle of an electric storm." Of course, he knows she won't. He doesn't dare light a torch down here, not knowing how long they will remain. They'll need the oxygen, to fuel their exertions. Instead, he holds her, using the dark as an opportunity to explore her body with his hands.
The clothes come off quicker with Alex's help. She raises her legs, kicks off the jeans and then pulls the damp shirt from her body, casting it aside. The stone floor is hard and cold against her bare buttocks and shoulder blades, but she doesn't care. This is the reason she brought Richard here, because it is the one place in the whole jungle none of Ben's men know about, a place where they will not be discovered.
"Alex," Richard murmurs. He cups his hands around her breasts, kisses her collarbone and the base of her throat. He's already hard, despite the chill water, but Alex's hands add to the sensation. He shivers, feeling the build of pleasure as she strokes him teasingly, more exploration than seduction, but very efficient.
"Come on," she tells him, shifting onto the discarded clothes. "We don't have a lot of time." A strange thrill creeps through her body as Richard slides her legs farther apart, positioning himself. He's a heavy weight atop her, and Alex doesn't protest when Richard guides her up on top. She settles down, the skin of her inner thighs brushing against his hips. She bends, kisses him and pets his hair as he enters her. A thin cry escapes her throat, but she can't help it, and for once, she doesn't have to be quiet.
Within minutes, Richard has her moaning. The sounds of her pleasure elevates his own experience. He closes his eyes, feeling her hands desperate across him. He slides his own palms down her sides, hips, cupping her behind and guiding her into a quicker rhythm. He can feel the wet tightness of her body, the warmth of being inside her. It scares him, still, to think that she is so young, that he was her first. Instead of dwelling on the thoughts, he thrusts in harder and pulls her down for a kiss.
It's over too fast. Alex pants, her bliss rising to a crescendo. Somehow, she's back on the ground, Richard moving above her, his hands forcing her legs to spread another centimetre, his mouth open and his skin glistening with sweat. She listens to the sounds of his breathing, shudders as he flicks his tongue across her nipples, patterns kisses down her neck. She arches up and the heat explodes, sending her breathless and reeling over the edge.
"Again," Alex tells Richard, as soon as she can breathe, and despite the darkness, she can see Richard's smile. She shifts, balls her t-shirt up to make a pillow, splays her limbs because she's too weak to move anymore. Richard's breath is hot and damp against her belly, then her thighs, and finally his tongue finds her and she whimpers and sighs, promising him anything, the sun and the moon and the stars, if only he will not stop. She can feel the vibrations of his soft chuckle, and shivers, one leg over his shoulder. She says his name because it pleases her. "Richard." She reminds herself he's doing this, he's the one and he's chosen her.
Outside, the rain pours down, the storm growing ever louder.