A Delicate Fire 2/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 5 2011, 19:44:46 UTC
Then Erik kneels, and her breath catches as she glances over her shoulder, having to toss her head to swing her hair out of the way. "What are --!" Erik's hands cradle her calf, his touch warm and reverent as he bends, sliding the stocking down and kissing her ankle just above her shoe, and Charlotte trembles and has to shift her stance wider to keep her balance.
As she does, the other stocking slides down too, and Charlotte can't help laughing even as she points out, "This is a public stairwell, our rooms aren't that far away..."
Erik doesn't answer in words, but in his warm hands sliding up her leg, his heated mouth following with soft kisses, his amused conviction that she can keep them hidden, his thoughts beneath flickering with with don't care and can't wait and life is short, you make it sweet. His hands reach her hips, his mouth behind her knee, and Charlotte only realizes she's gasping when Erik stills, leaning his forehead behind her thigh, and murmurs, "Charlotte?"
Charlotte quivers, and her first try at talking results in a whimper. She feels like fire's running under her skin, she can feel Erik aching with desire, she barely catches some agent at the door above and turns him towards taking the hallway with windows and the other stairwell instead. "Yes," she whispers as Erik's breath curls warmly around her thigh, "Erik, yes."
She can feel Erik smile, a pulse of gladness sharp enough to cut, and he slides his hands up over her bottom, slowly enough to make her keenly aware of every rounded inch. His poetic thoughts of opulent and lush and exquisite make her blush and wobble, and she plants her hands on the wall, the blossom-shaped clip pressing into her palm. Erik caresses inwards, his hands on Charlotte's inner thighs gently widening her stance a little more, and then upwards, crumpling her skirt and slip up around her waist, baring her bottom to the cool air and his eager eyes.
Charlotte blushes harder, cheeks achingly hot and ears burning as Erik's hands push under her garter belt to close on her hips; she knows what he's going to do, intent pours off him in waves, but his tender mouth between her legs makes her gasp so loudly it echoes up and down the stairs, his tongue boldly parting her pushes a groan up from her belly and makes her head fall forwards. "Oh, God," Charlotte moans, and downstairs poor little Hank hears a muffled echo behind the stairwell door he just passed. Shivering under the wet thrust of Erik's tongue and the press of his long fingers into her skin, Charlotte desperately pulls up Hank's thoughts of Raven golden and pink -- so near the surface, so easy to do -- and gives him the idea to take a break to the nearby restroom.
This is a public stairwell, Charlotte reminds herself, reminds Erik, but he just laughs in her mind and tugs her back onto his face, licking her with deliberate lasciviousness, savoring every mouthful of her. He presses closer, her leg bending over his broad shoulder, and Charlotte lets loose a little shriek, her voice tumbling through a ridiculous giggle at her wobbling self and into a rising moan as Erik teases her with the flickering tip of his tongue. She claws at the smooth blank wall, beating her fists on it, her skin prickling inside her clothes and everything within her melting towards the heat of Erik's mouth, and when he rolls her on his tongue she has to bite her lip sharply against a scream.
As if Erik would be denied. Feel me, he thinks at her, knowing she'll hear him. Feel what you're doing to me, how you intoxicate me. She can, she does, she can taste a ghost of her warm musk on his tongue, feel the tender slick contours of her flesh against his lips, the turgid ache of his arousal and the giddy whirl in his head. Charlotte gasps into a sob into that scream Erik's wanted to hear as he sucks at her, drawing glories out of her inch by streaming inch.
A Delicate Fire 3/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 5 2011, 19:46:19 UTC
Forehead pressed to the wall, shuddering with pleasure, Charlotte desperately gropes for every mind in earshot, thinking, don't hear us, don't hear this, don't come down these stairs. To Erik she thinks, you magnificent wonderful bastard, and he chuckles richly into her, sending vibrations up through her, gulps a warm breath and keeps going. Charlotte's knees quiver, her nipples tingling inside her bra, and she bites her own fist as Erik's fingers bite warmly into her hips, as his mouth caresses her demandingly, his tongue flexing into her again and again until she pulses into another orgasm, crying out, "Erik, Erik."
Charlotte, he thinks, mental voice rich and echoing, Charlotte, I need -- and she sees in his mind his simultaneous desires, how he wants to hold her up and lick her until he comes from the sheer delight of bringing her pleasure -- I want -- how he aches to hilt himself inside her and clutch her to him -- I'm sorry --
Yes, Charlotte thinks as she gasps, "No," I want that, "It's all right, it's better--" I want you-- "Fuck me." He shudders all over, and she sees him picturing her lips shaping the vulgarity, feels his pulse of shocked lust as he pulls back from her, gasping wetly. Charlotte's knees buckle and Erik guides her down, unfastening his pants with his power; she slumps heaving against the wall, trying to summon the will to turn to him and help him, but before she's taken three breaths he's tugged himself free and clamped his hands around her waist again, lifting her up just enough, maneuvering them together.
Charlotte has a flicker of comparative memory -- so far Erik's been gentle, almost tremulous, he's been holding back -- but now he tilts her hips to his and buries himself in her in one thick searing slide, and she presses her cheek to the wall and cries out, hands flattening to brace herself. He quivers on a heartbeat of worried doubt, she flings her mind open, showing him how glorious he feels within her, and he buries one hand in her hair and crushes their lips together in a savory kiss, clutches her hip with the other and fucks her like a force of nature. Too rough, he chides himself, unable to ease off, and Charlotte laughs into his mouth, into his mind, soaring with him on the wild tide rushing between them, through them both.
This time when she comes she flutters tight around him within her, and he growls and wraps both arms just as tightly around her, pulling her back hard as her orgasm touches off his. Charlotte can't hold her head up, she drops it back against Erik's shoulder, whimpering against his woven collar as he shudders into her, holding her so tightly her ribs creak, his mind echoing her name as his breath hisses harshly between his clenched teeth. When she can make her arms work she lifts a hand to Erik's cheek, holding her blossom-hairpin with two fingers as she strokes his face with the others, brushing her thumb across his wet chin. When the whirl in Erik's mind dies down somewhat he tilts his face enough to kiss her fingers, and pries his arms from around her.
A Delicate Fire 4/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 5 2011, 19:47:28 UTC
I don't mind, she thinks, and he chuckles, sounding winded, and backs away just enough to disengage them before slumping against the wall, his arm draped around her waist. Charlotte tugs her crumpled skirt down her thighs and slumps back against Erik, her hair spilling everywhere. They're still completely dressed, tingling damply inside their clothes, and they are both utterly disheveled.
The door above them creaks; Charlotte presses fingers to temple as she reaches out to the agent behind it, reminding him to make sure he took all his papers with him and suggesting he take the other stairs; when he's gone she lifts her arm to curl it backwards over Erik's shoulder, he lifts his hand to rest it on her ribs just beneath her breast, and after a few more breaths she lets herself laugh in glee.
At least until Erik's happiness sharpens away from merriment towards wistfulness, and she turns to look up into his face. He smiles at her, fondly, bravely, as if he's forgotten she can see behind his sea-green eyes, that she can see his conviction that nothing good lasts so he might as well enjoy this while he can, that she's sworn that one day he'll stop expecting her to vanish from his life. Aloud he says, "I may owe you something more of an apology."
"Nothing of the sort," Charlotte answers, as tartly as she can despite the broad smile on her face, and Erik smirks at her. She sits up a little straighter, still leaning on his shoulder, and when he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair she kisses the heel of his hand.
Erik smiles for real at that, wide and open, and Charlotte tilts her face up for another kiss. He gathers her hair as their lips slide softly together, and when he lifts it back she presses fingers to temple again, calling out to Moira, letting Erik hear her.
Moira's still in the meeting, listening to one of the security detail drone on; startles a little, as usual, but keeps her face admirably composed. I don't think I'm going to return, Charlotte tells her, please let them know I'm indisposed? So Moira knows she's not sick, she lets a little satisfied warmth thread through her mental voice.
Moira laughs in her mind as Erik laughs in her ear, gently tugging the blossom pin from her hand to affix it in her hair. And it's complete coincidence that Erik went to check on you, I suppose, Moira replies. Don't think you're getting out of the next meeting so easily, either of you. Charlotte can still hear her smile, and she can watch Erik's, turned almost shy as he puts himself to rights and stands up, as he gives her his hands and helps her to her feet as well. They tug her panties and stockings up, unvoiced laughter vibrating between them, and Erik gives Charlotte his elbow, which she folds her arm through as they start up the stairs together.
Re: A Delicate Fire 4/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 6 2011, 17:34:05 UTC
This is incredibly HOT, I love what you did with the prompt. I'll start now doing some sketches and I hope one of them gets into something bigger, though I don't have the confidence to say that they'll be worth this fantastic piece
Re: A Delicate Fire 4/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 8 2011, 02:51:10 UTC
Umm... yes please! God, this is exactly what I want from a gender-bend fic. LADY PLEASURE INVOLVING CLITS. I love the way you describe Erik's hands dancing over her thighs and butt. Charlotte's body heat shooting up. Brought back some vivid memories.
I also liked that you seemed to place subtle changes in how Erik treats this version of Charles (perhaps not though, I don't know how you see them in general)--that fear of being too rough, the audacity in pushing her early in the fic. And Charlotte's half-weary acceptance of both his interference and hesitancy. All of that spoke of the different gender dynamic.
Re: A Delicate Fire 4/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 9 2011, 16:36:26 UTC
Oh, your wonderful, meaty, perceptive comment made me do a happy dance. I really love writing and other verbs-ing oral sex; it can just be so lavishly, specifically, detailedly appreciative.
I also liked that you seemed to place subtle changes in how Erik treats this version of Charles
Hooray! They came through! Thank you especially for telling me so!
In general, I love genderswap; I love exploring the ramifications of one change, and that particular change fascinates me. Specifically, when I saw this prompt the first thing I did was go reread "Charlotte Francine Xavier", as that story has an awesome take on who a female Charles would be and how Erik would see her and treat her. I wrote this to delight in the porn but I tried hard to consider how Charles and Erik's relationship would change in places if Charles were Charlotte.
Re: A Delicate Fire 4/4 (Erik/female!Charles, NC-17, warnings : public sex)rubynyeSeptember 9 2011, 16:39:07 UTC
*blushes delightedly* Eee, thank you. :) I just... try to write what I think the moment's like for my viewpoint character, and through them for everyone involved. Every moment's different.
As she does, the other stocking slides down too, and Charlotte can't help laughing even as she points out, "This is a public stairwell, our rooms aren't that far away..."
Erik doesn't answer in words, but in his warm hands sliding up her leg, his heated mouth following with soft kisses, his amused conviction that she can keep them hidden, his thoughts beneath flickering with with don't care and can't wait and life is short, you make it sweet. His hands reach her hips, his mouth behind her knee, and Charlotte only realizes she's gasping when Erik stills, leaning his forehead behind her thigh, and murmurs, "Charlotte?"
Charlotte quivers, and her first try at talking results in a whimper. She feels like fire's running under her skin, she can feel Erik aching with desire, she barely catches some agent at the door above and turns him towards taking the hallway with windows and the other stairwell instead. "Yes," she whispers as Erik's breath curls warmly around her thigh, "Erik, yes."
She can feel Erik smile, a pulse of gladness sharp enough to cut, and he slides his hands up over her bottom, slowly enough to make her keenly aware of every rounded inch. His poetic thoughts of opulent and lush and exquisite make her blush and wobble, and she plants her hands on the wall, the blossom-shaped clip pressing into her palm. Erik caresses inwards, his hands on Charlotte's inner thighs gently widening her stance a little more, and then upwards, crumpling her skirt and slip up around her waist, baring her bottom to the cool air and his eager eyes.
Charlotte blushes harder, cheeks achingly hot and ears burning as Erik's hands push under her garter belt to close on her hips; she knows what he's going to do, intent pours off him in waves, but his tender mouth between her legs makes her gasp so loudly it echoes up and down the stairs, his tongue boldly parting her pushes a groan up from her belly and makes her head fall forwards. "Oh, God," Charlotte moans, and downstairs poor little Hank hears a muffled echo behind the stairwell door he just passed. Shivering under the wet thrust of Erik's tongue and the press of his long fingers into her skin, Charlotte desperately pulls up Hank's thoughts of Raven golden and pink -- so near the surface, so easy to do -- and gives him the idea to take a break to the nearby restroom.
This is a public stairwell, Charlotte reminds herself, reminds Erik, but he just laughs in her mind and tugs her back onto his face, licking her with deliberate lasciviousness, savoring every mouthful of her. He presses closer, her leg bending over his broad shoulder, and Charlotte lets loose a little shriek, her voice tumbling through a ridiculous giggle at her wobbling self and into a rising moan as Erik teases her with the flickering tip of his tongue. She claws at the smooth blank wall, beating her fists on it, her skin prickling inside her clothes and everything within her melting towards the heat of Erik's mouth, and when he rolls her on his tongue she has to bite her lip sharply against a scream.
As if Erik would be denied. Feel me, he thinks at her, knowing she'll hear him. Feel what you're doing to me, how you intoxicate me. She can, she does, she can taste a ghost of her warm musk on his tongue, feel the tender slick contours of her flesh against his lips, the turgid ache of his arousal and the giddy whirl in his head. Charlotte gasps into a sob into that scream Erik's wanted to hear as he sucks at her, drawing glories out of her inch by streaming inch.
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Charlotte, he thinks, mental voice rich and echoing, Charlotte, I need -- and she sees in his mind his simultaneous desires, how he wants to hold her up and lick her until he comes from the sheer delight of bringing her pleasure -- I want -- how he aches to hilt himself inside her and clutch her to him -- I'm sorry --
Yes, Charlotte thinks as she gasps, "No," I want that, "It's all right, it's better--" I want you-- "Fuck me." He shudders all over, and she sees him picturing her lips shaping the vulgarity, feels his pulse of shocked lust as he pulls back from her, gasping wetly. Charlotte's knees buckle and Erik guides her down, unfastening his pants with his power; she slumps heaving against the wall, trying to summon the will to turn to him and help him, but before she's taken three breaths he's tugged himself free and clamped his hands around her waist again, lifting her up just enough, maneuvering them together.
Charlotte has a flicker of comparative memory -- so far Erik's been gentle, almost tremulous, he's been holding back -- but now he tilts her hips to his and buries himself in her in one thick searing slide, and she presses her cheek to the wall and cries out, hands flattening to brace herself. He quivers on a heartbeat of worried doubt, she flings her mind open, showing him how glorious he feels within her, and he buries one hand in her hair and crushes their lips together in a savory kiss, clutches her hip with the other and fucks her like a force of nature. Too rough, he chides himself, unable to ease off, and Charlotte laughs into his mouth, into his mind, soaring with him on the wild tide rushing between them, through them both.
This time when she comes she flutters tight around him within her, and he growls and wraps both arms just as tightly around her, pulling her back hard as her orgasm touches off his. Charlotte can't hold her head up, she drops it back against Erik's shoulder, whimpering against his woven collar as he shudders into her, holding her so tightly her ribs creak, his mind echoing her name as his breath hisses harshly between his clenched teeth. When she can make her arms work she lifts a hand to Erik's cheek, holding her blossom-hairpin with two fingers as she strokes his face with the others, brushing her thumb across his wet chin. When the whirl in Erik's mind dies down somewhat he tilts his face enough to kiss her fingers, and pries his arms from around her.
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The door above them creaks; Charlotte presses fingers to temple as she reaches out to the agent behind it, reminding him to make sure he took all his papers with him and suggesting he take the other stairs; when he's gone she lifts her arm to curl it backwards over Erik's shoulder, he lifts his hand to rest it on her ribs just beneath her breast, and after a few more breaths she lets herself laugh in glee.
At least until Erik's happiness sharpens away from merriment towards wistfulness, and she turns to look up into his face. He smiles at her, fondly, bravely, as if he's forgotten she can see behind his sea-green eyes, that she can see his conviction that nothing good lasts so he might as well enjoy this while he can, that she's sworn that one day he'll stop expecting her to vanish from his life. Aloud he says, "I may owe you something more of an apology."
"Nothing of the sort," Charlotte answers, as tartly as she can despite the broad smile on her face, and Erik smirks at her. She sits up a little straighter, still leaning on his shoulder, and when he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair she kisses the heel of his hand.
Erik smiles for real at that, wide and open, and Charlotte tilts her face up for another kiss. He gathers her hair as their lips slide softly together, and when he lifts it back she presses fingers to temple again, calling out to Moira, letting Erik hear her.
Moira's still in the meeting, listening to one of the security detail drone on; startles a little, as usual, but keeps her face admirably composed. I don't think I'm going to return, Charlotte tells her, please let them know I'm indisposed? So Moira knows she's not sick, she lets a little satisfied warmth thread through her mental voice.
Moira laughs in her mind as Erik laughs in her ear, gently tugging the blossom pin from her hand to affix it in her hair. And it's complete coincidence that Erik went to check on you, I suppose, Moira replies. Don't think you're getting out of the next meeting so easily, either of you. Charlotte can still hear her smile, and she can watch Erik's, turned almost shy as he puts himself to rights and stands up, as he gives her his hands and helps her to her feet as well. They tug her panties and stockings up, unvoiced laughter vibrating between them, and Erik gives Charlotte his elbow, which she folds her arm through as they start up the stairs together.
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I also liked that you seemed to place subtle changes in how Erik treats this version of Charles (perhaps not though, I don't know how you see them in general)--that fear of being too rough, the audacity in pushing her early in the fic. And Charlotte's half-weary acceptance of both his interference and hesitancy. All of that spoke of the different gender dynamic.
Anyway, well done. Enjoyed this a great deal.
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I also liked that you seemed to place subtle changes in how Erik treats this version of Charles
Hooray! They came through! Thank you especially for telling me so!
In general, I love genderswap; I love exploring the ramifications of one change, and that particular change fascinates me. Specifically, when I saw this prompt the first thing I did was go reread "Charlotte Francine Xavier", as that story has an awesome take on who a female Charles would be and how Erik would see her and treat her. I wrote this to delight in the porn but I tried hard to consider how Charles and Erik's relationship would change in places if Charles were Charlotte.
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