Past the Point of No Return, by greyannabel, rated R
Title: Past the Point of No Return
Author: greyannabel
Fandom and Pairing: 24, Tony & Michelle
Rating: R
Prompt: # 031 First time (world)
Warnings: light smut
Notes: This is probably pretty plotless. Post season 2.
Summary: Are you ever ready for your life to change? Tony and Michelle’s friendship becomes something else when they end up in bed together.
Past the Point of No Return
When their relationship changes, and they somehow end up in bed together, it surprises even her. She doesn’t really know when it was exactly that their lips touched for the first time, but she knows that suddenly the room is heavy with a different kind of tension and he is kissing a shoulder blade, tugging at her clothes to have her naked as soon as possible.
She thinks that this wasn’t supposed to happen like this; they had made an agreement to start with friendship and move on from there. They have been dating for the past few weeks, of course, but it has merely been innocent dates, and there’s nothing innocent about this. She tries to keep up with the pace he is setting while he kisses her with ferocity, and she moves awkwardly to stay in constant contact with his lips, even as she fumbles to discard her top.
It’s a friendship. It’s also lust, but she has fought to be oblivious towards that. They made the agreement on their first, miserable date; the agreement that once they managed to be friends, they could try their hands at a relationship. It has worked so far. Of course she has wanted to tear of his clothes and tie him to the bed so she could have her way with him, but she has also gotten to know him in a way she wouldn’t have if they had fallen straight into bed.
“We’re doing this whole thing backwards, you know,” she told him on their second date, which was rather a non-date, because they had decided that dating doesn’t fit them. It still doesn’t. But apparently sex fits them perfectly. And yes, they have been doing it all backwards; starting with the passionate kiss before the first date, then going from one date and right back to an awkward friendship, and finally from friendship to bed.
But now they are here, and she doesn’t really want to change that fact. She just wants him to keep touching her, keep kissing her, and never stay away from her again. This change, she knows, is permanent; when they cross this line they will be way, way past the point of no return. When he breaks the kiss to help her remove her top, she looks at him to make sure that he wants this as badly as she does; that this is just as necessary for him. And his eyes prove what she needs to know: that to him this is more important than oxygen right now.
Perhaps life-altering isn’t that bad. And his hands pulling at her jeans certainly don’t seem worse than his hands fighting to not touch her, which is exactly what he has been doing for weeks. This, really, seems to be the better option. It’s nice to feel that she has someone to share her life with; someone she can let into her own little world. Maybe they can even make this their little world.
“Tony,” she whispers, and he looks at her at the sound of his name, and something about how she looks must throw him off course first, because his brows furrow before his face clears up again and he smirks at her. She tries to smirk back, or to make some coolheaded comment, but her knees are weak and her thoughts are dazed.
Then her clothes are almost gone, only her panties are still there, and he lays her down, carefully, before wrapping his arms around her. His arms fit perfectly around her, and when she wraps a leg around him, just to pull him closer, she realizes that her body fits his perfectly too. She has had partners before and knows that it’s not always this perfect; she knows that sometimes bones are too angular and sometimes there’s too much or too little flesh. But with Tony it's almost as if they were the same person, sharing the same ecstatic bliss.
He tries to kiss her, but she playfully turns her head away and laughs. Her laughter ends abruptly, though, when his hand moves her panties aside and seeks out her wetness. She has been aroused all evening (she is almost always aroused when around him), but she hasn’t realized exactly how aroused before now. He slips a finger into her wetness, and she stares at his beautiful, masculine hand as it continues to bring her pleasure. It’s too much and not enough, and she rubs her legs together in desperation to appease her growing need to feel him inside her.
She wanted their first time to include nice, lengthy foreplay, but she doesn’t really care anymore. Instead she pulls and tucks at his clothes, until he is naked and she can feel his skin on her skin everywhere. She stares intently into his eyes while he removes first his finger from her pussy (she stifles a cry at the sudden emptiness) and then her panties.
He distracts her with wet kisses, slants his lips over hers clumsily while his tongue seeks out hers and he spreads her legs wide, positioning himself at her entrance. He should be asking her if she is sure, but he just asks her with his eyes instead, and she confirms that she is sure (she has been sure of this for so long, and maybe this isn’t the perfect moment, but everything else is certainly perfect). Then he thrusts and is inside her, and she closes her eyes so that she can just feel and be completely alive. They lie still for a few moments, wrapped in each other, and then he begins to move, slowly at first. He fills her up and she moans, begs for more, and he picks up his pace, thrusting frantically into her now.
She wants this to last, but she knows it is over soon; she knows that he is concentrating and doing his best to not just explode right there and end this. His hand moves between their bodies, sleek with sweat by now, and caresses her softly, and the touch is enough to bring her over the edge she has been so close to all the while he has been inside her, and she screams and clenches around him, bringing him with her over the edge.
Afterwards, sated, she knows that they are now past the point of no return, and that, really, it isn’t such a bad thing at all.
Author: greyannabel
Fandom and Pairing: 24, Tony & Michelle
Rating: R
Prompt: # 031 First time (world)
Warnings: light smut
Notes: This is probably pretty plotless. Post season 2.
Summary: Are you ever ready for your life to change? Tony and Michelle’s friendship becomes something else when they end up in bed together.
Past the Point of No Return
When their relationship changes, and they somehow end up in bed together, it surprises even her. She doesn’t really know when it was exactly that their lips touched for the first time, but she knows that suddenly the room is heavy with a different kind of tension and he is kissing a shoulder blade, tugging at her clothes to have her naked as soon as possible.
She thinks that this wasn’t supposed to happen like this; they had made an agreement to start with friendship and move on from there. They have been dating for the past few weeks, of course, but it has merely been innocent dates, and there’s nothing innocent about this. She tries to keep up with the pace he is setting while he kisses her with ferocity, and she moves awkwardly to stay in constant contact with his lips, even as she fumbles to discard her top.
It’s a friendship. It’s also lust, but she has fought to be oblivious towards that. They made the agreement on their first, miserable date; the agreement that once they managed to be friends, they could try their hands at a relationship. It has worked so far. Of course she has wanted to tear of his clothes and tie him to the bed so she could have her way with him, but she has also gotten to know him in a way she wouldn’t have if they had fallen straight into bed.
“We’re doing this whole thing backwards, you know,” she told him on their second date, which was rather a non-date, because they had decided that dating doesn’t fit them. It still doesn’t. But apparently sex fits them perfectly. And yes, they have been doing it all backwards; starting with the passionate kiss before the first date, then going from one date and right back to an awkward friendship, and finally from friendship to bed.
But now they are here, and she doesn’t really want to change that fact. She just wants him to keep touching her, keep kissing her, and never stay away from her again. This change, she knows, is permanent; when they cross this line they will be way, way past the point of no return. When he breaks the kiss to help her remove her top, she looks at him to make sure that he wants this as badly as she does; that this is just as necessary for him. And his eyes prove what she needs to know: that to him this is more important than oxygen right now.
Perhaps life-altering isn’t that bad. And his hands pulling at her jeans certainly don’t seem worse than his hands fighting to not touch her, which is exactly what he has been doing for weeks. This, really, seems to be the better option. It’s nice to feel that she has someone to share her life with; someone she can let into her own little world. Maybe they can even make this their little world.
“Tony,” she whispers, and he looks at her at the sound of his name, and something about how she looks must throw him off course first, because his brows furrow before his face clears up again and he smirks at her. She tries to smirk back, or to make some coolheaded comment, but her knees are weak and her thoughts are dazed.
Then her clothes are almost gone, only her panties are still there, and he lays her down, carefully, before wrapping his arms around her. His arms fit perfectly around her, and when she wraps a leg around him, just to pull him closer, she realizes that her body fits his perfectly too. She has had partners before and knows that it’s not always this perfect; she knows that sometimes bones are too angular and sometimes there’s too much or too little flesh. But with Tony it's almost as if they were the same person, sharing the same ecstatic bliss.
He tries to kiss her, but she playfully turns her head away and laughs. Her laughter ends abruptly, though, when his hand moves her panties aside and seeks out her wetness. She has been aroused all evening (she is almost always aroused when around him), but she hasn’t realized exactly how aroused before now. He slips a finger into her wetness, and she stares at his beautiful, masculine hand as it continues to bring her pleasure. It’s too much and not enough, and she rubs her legs together in desperation to appease her growing need to feel him inside her.
She wanted their first time to include nice, lengthy foreplay, but she doesn’t really care anymore. Instead she pulls and tucks at his clothes, until he is naked and she can feel his skin on her skin everywhere. She stares intently into his eyes while he removes first his finger from her pussy (she stifles a cry at the sudden emptiness) and then her panties.
He distracts her with wet kisses, slants his lips over hers clumsily while his tongue seeks out hers and he spreads her legs wide, positioning himself at her entrance. He should be asking her if she is sure, but he just asks her with his eyes instead, and she confirms that she is sure (she has been sure of this for so long, and maybe this isn’t the perfect moment, but everything else is certainly perfect). Then he thrusts and is inside her, and she closes her eyes so that she can just feel and be completely alive. They lie still for a few moments, wrapped in each other, and then he begins to move, slowly at first. He fills her up and she moans, begs for more, and he picks up his pace, thrusting frantically into her now.
She wants this to last, but she knows it is over soon; she knows that he is concentrating and doing his best to not just explode right there and end this. His hand moves between their bodies, sleek with sweat by now, and caresses her softly, and the touch is enough to bring her over the edge she has been so close to all the while he has been inside her, and she screams and clenches around him, bringing him with her over the edge.
Afterwards, sated, she knows that they are now past the point of no return, and that, really, it isn’t such a bad thing at all.