Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 5/?)
anonymous
September 12 2011, 04:39:58 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 5/?)
***OP I’m so glad you’re enjoying this so far! I hope this second part is enjoyable too. Again, I promise I’ll get to the porn here one of these days but every time I sit down to write, it’s been growing. I’m sure there are mistakes in here cause I’m awful at proofreading my own work so please forgive.***
Raven clearly remembered the first years of her life. Nine years of acute hunger and digging through dumpsters were not easily forgotten, even under Charles’s generous care. The smell of garbage still made her queasy and Charles often teased her about the frequency of her bathing habits, but unlike him, she knew that being clean was a luxury not afforded to everyone.
She’d spent years sleeping on the hard ground, curled under trees or hidden in bushes, with only the clothing she wore when she transformed as protection from rain and snow. When she’d first begun crawling into bed with Charles after she woke up cold or frightened after a dream, he’d been perplexed and offered her extra blankets. He couldn’t understand how much more comforting body heat could be to someone to whom warmth was so foreign.
She’d watched many families in those early years, observing them in their backyards from a perch in a tree high above or through their windows as they ate their dinners and gathered around the television together. She’d watched them kiss and hug and care for each other, and she remembered her own family. She was outside, cold and hungry because of a family who hadn’t wanted her; they hadn’t needed her and so she wouldn’t need them.
Charles had saved her; for Raven, no other description was accurate. He was her savior and, when he blushed and protested fiercely the first time she’d told him so, she looked for a new word, trying and discarding many before finally settling on friend. So it had perturbed her when he had begun to casually introduce her as his sister. Sisters were family and families were obligations, things that you got stuck with that could be discarded at will when they didn’t look enough like you. But friends, friends were the ones you chose to have in your life, the things that you wanted to have with you always.
She didn’t want a family; she didn’t want a father or a mother or even a brother. But Charles she wanted, now more than ever.
Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 6/?)
anonymous
September 12 2011, 04:41:14 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 6/?)
Raven was an excellent watcher. She’d had lots of practice of course, but really she wouldn’t be any good at transforming into people if she couldn’t imitate their behavior. Years of watching had taught her that Charles flushed when he got excited, smirked when he got condescending, and rubbed the bridge of his nose when he got frustrated. She’d known this forever.
Now Raven noticed more. Now she noticed that when Charles talked to a beautiful woman, his blue eyes always slid down to her breasts for a second and nine times out of ten, she never noticed. If the woman liked him and was sitting, she would cross her legs towards him, leaning in to him to whisper into his ear. If she was standing, she’d usually brush his arm or reach up to brush the hair from his eyes. He’d touch her in turn, his hand reaching for her hair or shoulder or elbow. And so it would go. Raven watched pupils dilate, breathing shallow, and skin flush. And then she’d watch them walk away together.
On those nights, when Raven lay alone in bed knowing Charles was just on the other side of the wall and entirely not alone, she closed her eyes and tried not to watch. She pushed the palms of her hands into her face and tried not to see the images that flooded her brain at the sound of quiet moans and squeaking bed springs. Those were the nights she wished she didn’t watch so closely, wished it wasn’t so easy to picture his hands on smooth skin, his lips and tongue on a breast, or the way his face would twist in pleasure.
Raven found the combination of lust and jealousy unsettling and she stuffed her pillow over her head, determined to ignore the wetness gathering between her thighs and to do something about this SOON, before she went crazy
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, dub-con(?) 7a/?)
anonymous
September 12 2011, 04:44:17 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, dub-con(?) Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, dub-con(?) 7a/?)
***I’m really not sure if this would qualify for dubious consent but better safe than sorry, right?***
Raven tried to broach the subject with Charles. When they were out together, she’d put her arm in his and lay her head on his shoulder, batting her eyes up at him and smiling dreamily. He’d laugh happily and call her “Darling” all night long but it was still just their game. Then, she started kissing him goodnight every evening. She began by pecking him on the cheek and he seemed to revel in the increased affection and he didn’t protest when she transitioned to a light kiss on the lips. One night though, when he was particularly distracted by his writer’s block and a thick genetics textbook, she leaned down with her lips parted and kissed him for real.
“Raven!” he squawked. He pushed her away nervously and frowned. “I think that’s taking the game a little too far, don’t you?”
She’d blinked at him dumbly for a moment before turning on her heel and locking herself in her room. The next morning she had been ready to try again. As he walked her to work, she stepped closer, putting her arm through his and her head on her shoulders. He tensed immediately and jerked away, stopping to look in a shop window and point out a book he wanted. The set of his shoulders made the message obvious. The game was over.
She thought the lust would leave after that, but it didn’t. It became like an itch she couldn’t scratch, her curiosity continuing to grow. This, Charles, it felt right to her.
Which was how she found herself standing in front of a mirror staring at the reflection of a petite, thin faced girl with auburn hair and green eyes. She’d begged off sick when Charles had knocked at her bedroom door that evening to accompany him to the bar. Reluctantly he’d left without her and Raven had quickly changed into the borrowed little black dress that now hugged the tiny waist and gentle swell of breasts that she currently possessed.
This was a stupid, reckless idea. Raven knew it, knew that Charles occasionally probed his dates minds to impress them sufficiently. She knew she could be caught and that if he did, he might not forgive her. Right now, she just didn’t care.
Charles was nothing if not predictable. She sat alone at the bar for no more than five minutes before he approached her. She had to fight to smile (and not roll her eyes) as he explained genetic mutation to her and she snatched his hand away from his temple and squeezed it flirtatiously as she ordered the rum and coke for herself.
Half an hour later, he was leading her out of the bar.
“So Lydia, which way do you live?” Charles asked, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead as he raised a hand to hail a cab.
She hadn’t anticipated this. Raven thought fast. “I, um, I’m not allowed to have boys over. Let’s go to your place.”
Charles chuckled and began to lay kisses down her neck. “That sounds very mysterious. My place is currently full of a sick sister. Your place is best.”
Raven’s jaw clenched as he said “sister” but she pushed him away just enough to look into his eyes. “I know how to be quiet. She’ll never know I’m there.”
Charles looked reluctant but finally nodded, and they climbed into a cab. When they arrived at home and Charles led her to the door, she began to automatically fish around in her purse for her keys. Charles laughed. “Don’t worry Love. I have protection inside.”
Raven blushed as a hot flash of lust surged through her. They were really going to do this.
Charles led her through the quiet apartment to his bedroom. He glanced worriedly at the door to Raven’s room and her heart skipped a beat. If he saw she was missing, this whole thing was for naught. Pulse pounding wildly in her throat, she grabbed Charles roughly by his shirtfront and kissed him.
Charles immediately responded, pulling her into his bedroom and closing and locking the door behind him. He pulled away from the kiss briefly to pull his shirt over his head. Unsure what to do, Raven imitated him, pulling her dress up and over her head with Charles’s assistance.
Now clad in only a lacy black bra and panties, Raven allowed Charles to steer her towards the bed. She lay back against the pillows gratefully. She was so dizzy and the butterflies in her stomach were worsening by the second. She really wasn’t sure she could do this.
Then Charles kissed her. She responded hotly, moaning into his mouth. He pulled away with a small chuckle.
“Quiet. You promised.”
She nodded and pulled him back to her, their tongues tangling into the kiss. He pulled away and began to mouth his way down her body, raining kisses over her cheeks before he nipped at her neck. He looked up at her, eyes dancing as he moved between her breasts and down to her stomach, laying a kiss at the waistband of her underwear. It tickled and Raven giggled, looking down at him. It was so right but so wrong.
It was Charles with his dancing eyes and his swollen lips and the hands she’d been dreaming about. But the body he was on top of was too thin. The ribs were showing beneath her bra and the hips he was holding on to were small and narrow, not full. The breasts didn’t fill as much when she breathed heavily. The picture was all wrong and she tangled her fingers in his hair to distract herself, pulling him up for another kiss.
He settled over her, kissing her deeply as he spread her legs with his hands and settled his hips between them. She started, feeling the heat of his erection through their underwear. He was hard. She’d done that. He was hard for her.
“Oh Lydia!” he groaned, low in his throat. “You’re beautiful.”
It was like someone had just drenched her with a bucket of ice water. No, not like this. She pulled away immediately, pushing a confused Charles off of her and standing on shaky legs. “I need to go.” She rasped.
“What?” he asked in confusion, his hand automatically rising to touch his temple.
She grabbed it quickly and pulled him up. “Please, just find my shoes. I just remembered something I have to do. I can’t explain, just hurry.”
Charles nodded and dropped to his knees, fishing her shoes out from under his mattress as she pulled her dress back over her head. She didn’t even bother to zip it all the way, just snatched her shoes out of his hand and took off. She could feel her disguise slipping and she was thankful he didn’t follow her.
She collapsed onto the front step, yellow eyed and blue skinned. Her heart was beating wildly. How could this have gone so wrong?
Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, dub-con(?) 7b/?)afrodyeteeSeptember 13 2011, 02:21:07 UTC
I don't even ship Charles/Raven but this is really good! I do love Raven though and it's always nice to see her get a little character development. Authoranon, give yourself some credit! This is a great fill so far.
***OP I’m so glad you’re enjoying this so far! I hope this second part is enjoyable too. Again, I promise I’ll get to the porn here one of these days but every time I sit down to write, it’s been growing. I’m sure there are mistakes in here cause I’m awful at proofreading my own work so please forgive.***
Raven clearly remembered the first years of her life. Nine years of acute hunger and digging through dumpsters were not easily forgotten, even under Charles’s generous care. The smell of garbage still made her queasy and Charles often teased her about the frequency of her bathing habits, but unlike him, she knew that being clean was a luxury not afforded to everyone.
She’d spent years sleeping on the hard ground, curled under trees or hidden in bushes, with only the clothing she wore when she transformed as protection from rain and snow. When she’d first begun crawling into bed with Charles after she woke up cold or frightened after a dream, he’d been perplexed and offered her extra blankets. He couldn’t understand how much more comforting body heat could be to someone to whom warmth was so foreign.
She’d watched many families in those early years, observing them in their backyards from a perch in a tree high above or through their windows as they ate their dinners and gathered around the television together. She’d watched them kiss and hug and care for each other, and she remembered her own family. She was outside, cold and hungry because of a family who hadn’t wanted her; they hadn’t needed her and so she wouldn’t need them.
Charles had saved her; for Raven, no other description was accurate. He was her savior and, when he blushed and protested fiercely the first time she’d told him so, she looked for a new word, trying and discarding many before finally settling on friend. So it had perturbed her when he had begun to casually introduce her as his sister. Sisters were family and families were obligations, things that you got stuck with that could be discarded at will when they didn’t look enough like you. But friends, friends were the ones you chose to have in your life, the things that you wanted to have with you always.
She didn’t want a family; she didn’t want a father or a mother or even a brother. But Charles she wanted, now more than ever.
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Raven was an excellent watcher. She’d had lots of practice of course, but really she wouldn’t be any good at transforming into people if she couldn’t imitate their behavior. Years of watching had taught her that Charles flushed when he got excited, smirked when he got condescending, and rubbed the bridge of his nose when he got frustrated. She’d known this forever.
Now Raven noticed more. Now she noticed that when Charles talked to a beautiful woman, his blue eyes always slid down to her breasts for a second and nine times out of ten, she never noticed. If the woman liked him and was sitting, she would cross her legs towards him, leaning in to him to whisper into his ear. If she was standing, she’d usually brush his arm or reach up to brush the hair from his eyes. He’d touch her in turn, his hand reaching for her hair or shoulder or elbow. And so it would go. Raven watched pupils dilate, breathing shallow, and skin flush. And then she’d watch them walk away together.
On those nights, when Raven lay alone in bed knowing Charles was just on the other side of the wall and entirely not alone, she closed her eyes and tried not to watch. She pushed the palms of her hands into her face and tried not to see the images that flooded her brain at the sound of quiet moans and squeaking bed springs. Those were the nights she wished she didn’t watch so closely, wished it wasn’t so easy to picture his hands on smooth skin, his lips and tongue on a breast, or the way his face would twist in pleasure.
Raven found the combination of lust and jealousy unsettling and she stuffed her pillow over her head, determined to ignore the wetness gathering between her thighs and to do something about this SOON, before she went crazy
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***I’m really not sure if this would qualify for dubious consent but better safe than sorry, right?***
Raven tried to broach the subject with Charles. When they were out together, she’d put her arm in his and lay her head on his shoulder, batting her eyes up at him and smiling dreamily. He’d laugh happily and call her “Darling” all night long but it was still just their game. Then, she started kissing him goodnight every evening. She began by pecking him on the cheek and he seemed to revel in the increased affection and he didn’t protest when she transitioned to a light kiss on the lips. One night though, when he was particularly distracted by his writer’s block and a thick genetics textbook, she leaned down with her lips parted and kissed him for real.
“Raven!” he squawked. He pushed her away nervously and frowned. “I think that’s taking the game a little too far, don’t you?”
She’d blinked at him dumbly for a moment before turning on her heel and locking herself in her room. The next morning she had been ready to try again. As he walked her to work, she stepped closer, putting her arm through his and her head on her shoulders. He tensed immediately and jerked away, stopping to look in a shop window and point out a book he wanted. The set of his shoulders made the message obvious. The game was over.
She thought the lust would leave after that, but it didn’t. It became like an itch she couldn’t scratch, her curiosity continuing to grow. This, Charles, it felt right to her.
Which was how she found herself standing in front of a mirror staring at the reflection of a petite, thin faced girl with auburn hair and green eyes. She’d begged off sick when Charles had knocked at her bedroom door that evening to accompany him to the bar. Reluctantly he’d left without her and Raven had quickly changed into the borrowed little black dress that now hugged the tiny waist and gentle swell of breasts that she currently possessed.
This was a stupid, reckless idea. Raven knew it, knew that Charles occasionally probed his dates minds to impress them sufficiently. She knew she could be caught and that if he did, he might not forgive her. Right now, she just didn’t care.
Charles was nothing if not predictable. She sat alone at the bar for no more than five minutes before he approached her. She had to fight to smile (and not roll her eyes) as he explained genetic mutation to her and she snatched his hand away from his temple and squeezed it flirtatiously as she ordered the rum and coke for herself.
It was easy from there.
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Half an hour later, he was leading her out of the bar.
“So Lydia, which way do you live?” Charles asked, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead as he raised a hand to hail a cab.
She hadn’t anticipated this. Raven thought fast. “I, um, I’m not allowed to have boys over. Let’s go to your place.”
Charles chuckled and began to lay kisses down her neck. “That sounds very mysterious. My place is currently full of a sick sister. Your place is best.”
Raven’s jaw clenched as he said “sister” but she pushed him away just enough to look into his eyes. “I know how to be quiet. She’ll never know I’m there.”
Charles looked reluctant but finally nodded, and they climbed into a cab. When they arrived at home and Charles led her to the door, she began to automatically fish around in her purse for her keys. Charles laughed. “Don’t worry Love. I have protection inside.”
Raven blushed as a hot flash of lust surged through her. They were really going to do this.
Charles led her through the quiet apartment to his bedroom. He glanced worriedly at the door to Raven’s room and her heart skipped a beat. If he saw she was missing, this whole thing was for naught. Pulse pounding wildly in her throat, she grabbed Charles roughly by his shirtfront and kissed him.
Charles immediately responded, pulling her into his bedroom and closing and locking the door behind him. He pulled away from the kiss briefly to pull his shirt over his head. Unsure what to do, Raven imitated him, pulling her dress up and over her head with Charles’s assistance.
Now clad in only a lacy black bra and panties, Raven allowed Charles to steer her towards the bed. She lay back against the pillows gratefully. She was so dizzy and the butterflies in her stomach were worsening by the second. She really wasn’t sure she could do this.
Then Charles kissed her. She responded hotly, moaning into his mouth. He pulled away with a small chuckle.
“Quiet. You promised.”
She nodded and pulled him back to her, their tongues tangling into the kiss. He pulled away and began to mouth his way down her body, raining kisses over her cheeks before he nipped at her neck. He looked up at her, eyes dancing as he moved between her breasts and down to her stomach, laying a kiss at the waistband of her underwear. It tickled and Raven giggled, looking down at him. It was so right but so wrong.
It was Charles with his dancing eyes and his swollen lips and the hands she’d been dreaming about. But the body he was on top of was too thin. The ribs were showing beneath her bra and the hips he was holding on to were small and narrow, not full. The breasts didn’t fill as much when she breathed heavily. The picture was all wrong and she tangled her fingers in his hair to distract herself, pulling him up for another kiss.
He settled over her, kissing her deeply as he spread her legs with his hands and settled his hips between them. She started, feeling the heat of his erection through their underwear. He was hard. She’d done that. He was hard for her.
“Oh Lydia!” he groaned, low in his throat. “You’re beautiful.”
It was like someone had just drenched her with a bucket of ice water. No, not like this. She pulled away immediately, pushing a confused Charles off of her and standing on shaky legs. “I need to go.” She rasped.
“What?” he asked in confusion, his hand automatically rising to touch his temple.
She grabbed it quickly and pulled him up. “Please, just find my shoes. I just remembered something I have to do. I can’t explain, just hurry.”
Charles nodded and dropped to his knees, fishing her shoes out from under his mattress as she pulled her dress back over her head. She didn’t even bother to zip it all the way, just snatched her shoes out of his hand and took off. She could feel her disguise slipping and she was thankful he didn’t follow her.
She collapsed onto the front step, yellow eyed and blue skinned. Her heart was beating wildly. How could this have gone so wrong?
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