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.
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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