PTL FIC :: "Cunning" [Alex/Rachel, NC17]
Title: Cunning
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Alex/Rachel
Date Written: 5-17 March 2009
Word Count: 1218
Written for: licenseartistic
Prompt: February 2009, Percy Bysshe Shelley quote, " Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
Summary: Spirituality and sexuality aren't mutually exclusive…
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Archive: This is a ShatterStorm Productions exclusive piece. Contact the webmistress for archive options.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions' Doggie Duo's Fanfic
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Author's Notes: This is actually going to end up part of a much larger story. And I really can't wait to write it all down…
Dedication: Alex and Rachel, for always being game for something different…
Beta: shatterpath
"Cunning"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Soft sighs fill my ears, occasionally punctuated by a sharp gasp or mewling plea. She can say whatever she wishes to say, but no amount of begging, pleading, or demanding will deter me from my goal. Slowly, deliberately, I run the tip of my tongue along her lips, tracing the contours I know like the back of my own hand. My fingers glide along sweat-slick skin, teasing and tormenting, until she growls out my name, fingers tangling in my hair in an attempt to guide me where she most wants me. I don't let it bother me, chuckling instead against the delectably soft skin surrounding her lips.
Unbidden, the purr bubbles up past my own lips, reverberating against her skin to send a shudder through both of our bodies. Just knowing that she can still cause such an unconscious, spontaneous, visceral reaction in me after all these years we've been together shoots a jolt of pure lust straight to my clit and I clamp my teeth around the lip I've been teasing.
The undignified squeal of reaction is all it takes for me to spring into further action. I shift to murmur in her ear, "Relax, love, or you might sprain something."
"You are a dirty tease, Alexandra Moreau. When I get my hands on you…"
Chuckling, I reach up to untangle her clutching fingers from my hair. "You already have."
Her eyes narrow, yet she says nothing for a long moment. I willingly bear the brunt of her scrutiny, but I'm not idle. Not by a long shot. My fingers move of their own volition, mapping out the terrain of my beloved partner's body, keeping her in the mood. The determined gleam in her eyes only goads me to further torment.
"Damn it, Alex!" she growls, arching into my touch.
"Yes, love?" I tease lightly, dropping a trail of kisses down her body. Like so many times in the past, I shift to crouch between her legs again, lips nibbling along the juncture at the top of her right thigh. Fingers ghost along the soft skin of her inner thighs, now slick with her arousal, and the most delicious moan escapes her lips. Oh yes, I love it when my stoic Rachel is reduced to a panting, whining slut for my attentions.
I want nothing more than to continue teasing her until she's completely incomprehensible, but I'm wholly distracted by the heady scent of her arousal. My lips continue their path down toward the slick heat of her pussy until the tip of my nose bumps against her clit. Her squeal of surprise only causes me to repeat the movement. Leaning back, I gaze up at her from under my lashes, taking in the flush of color suffusing her entire body, and blow lightly across her lips. Her shudder hasn't even travelled the length of her body before my tongue strokes boldly up along one lip, bypassing her clit, and down other lip.
"Fucking tease!"
Taking up the challenge in her desperate tone, I shift my arms around her thighs to spread her open to my feasting eyes and mouth. I repeat the circuit in reverse before my tongue delves deeper to coax her orgasm along. Lips, teeth, tongue, all working in tandem to bring Rachel to walk the razor's edge of need. Her cries and undulating hips urge me on, and yet I still fight the direction her hands try to pull me toward. I know exactly what she wants, but I'm not ready to end this just yet. She's not quite…
There! There she goes. The heady sensation as the last of her rigidly held self-restraint falls away is all I need. Minutely shifting again, one hand holds her open so the other can stroke her body, her pert clit peeking out in invitation. Who am I to turn down such a lovely invitation? Once again, I trace the contours of her lips, beginning just below her clit, down to flick lightly against her anus to get that delighted squawk of surprise I adore, and back up; this time, my tongue completes the circuit to daintily outline her clit.
Rachel can't even get out more than "Al--" before her voice hitches as I press the flat of my tongue against her clit. Slowly I drag my tongue up until just the tip is still touching the sensitized nerve cluster. With an ease borne of years of practice, I begin to trace the letters of her name against her clit, each subtle stroke driving her closer and closer to the unhinged edge of ecstasy.
As her hips begin to twitch uncontrollably, I know I can't forestall the inevitable any longer, and decide to take pity on my beloved. My tongue moves faster for a few seconds before I trap her clit between my teeth and lash it mercilessly with my tongue. As her orgasm washes over her, body spasming as if electrified, I press down on her hips in an attempt to keep from being thrown back. I don't let up on my sweet torment of her clit, reaching for the hand grasping ineffectually at my arm. The wordless howl of release travels straight down my spine to explode in my own clit, and I join my Rachel in bliss.
It takes several seconds -- minutes? -- for me to ride the silvery strand connecting soul to body back into this world. I rest my cheek on Rachel's thigh for a moment to catch my breath, inhaling the mingled scents of sex, love, and the desert. That's when I smell it, feel it. Rain. A gentle spring rain and I'm suddenly transported back to walks on the grounds of the castle in San Francisco, the park near Rachel's house. The rumble of distant thunder reminds me that stronger rain is coming, and I know I need to get my love into the RV before it hits. But for the moment, I'm content to lay here and bask in the afterglow, no matter how cheesy that may sound.
The soft, husky murmuring of my name, combined with a squeezing of our intertwined hands, is what finally gets me to move again, and I stretch out along the length of Rachel's body to pull her in close for a languid kiss. Even that simple act, performed countless times before, nearly brings me to the edge of climax again; judging by Rachel's lusty moan, the same is happening to her, too.
"You're going to be the death of me," she rumbles, voice cracking only once, and strokes my cheek. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
I nod slowly, still loathe to move just yet, and sigh happily. "Thank you, love," I finally murmur.
"For what? I should be the one thanking you," she replies, voice thick with emotion, then lets out an undignified squeals as rain dances against her heated skin. "How about we continue this inside? As much fun as this has been, I don't think either of us wants to get pneumonia from being caught out in the rain."
"Even if you caused it?" I tease, lightly dragging a fingertip across her clit just to see her shudder again.
"I'll get you for that, missy, and that's a promise."
"I can't wait for you to collect."
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Alex/Rachel
Date Written: 5-17 March 2009
Word Count: 1218
Written for: licenseartistic
Prompt: February 2009, Percy Bysshe Shelley quote, " Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
Summary: Spirituality and sexuality aren't mutually exclusive…
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Archive: This is a ShatterStorm Productions exclusive piece. Contact the webmistress for archive options.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions' Doggie Duo's Fanfic
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Author's Notes: This is actually going to end up part of a much larger story. And I really can't wait to write it all down…
Dedication: Alex and Rachel, for always being game for something different…
Beta: shatterpath
"Cunning"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Soft sighs fill my ears, occasionally punctuated by a sharp gasp or mewling plea. She can say whatever she wishes to say, but no amount of begging, pleading, or demanding will deter me from my goal. Slowly, deliberately, I run the tip of my tongue along her lips, tracing the contours I know like the back of my own hand. My fingers glide along sweat-slick skin, teasing and tormenting, until she growls out my name, fingers tangling in my hair in an attempt to guide me where she most wants me. I don't let it bother me, chuckling instead against the delectably soft skin surrounding her lips.
Unbidden, the purr bubbles up past my own lips, reverberating against her skin to send a shudder through both of our bodies. Just knowing that she can still cause such an unconscious, spontaneous, visceral reaction in me after all these years we've been together shoots a jolt of pure lust straight to my clit and I clamp my teeth around the lip I've been teasing.
The undignified squeal of reaction is all it takes for me to spring into further action. I shift to murmur in her ear, "Relax, love, or you might sprain something."
"You are a dirty tease, Alexandra Moreau. When I get my hands on you…"
Chuckling, I reach up to untangle her clutching fingers from my hair. "You already have."
Her eyes narrow, yet she says nothing for a long moment. I willingly bear the brunt of her scrutiny, but I'm not idle. Not by a long shot. My fingers move of their own volition, mapping out the terrain of my beloved partner's body, keeping her in the mood. The determined gleam in her eyes only goads me to further torment.
"Damn it, Alex!" she growls, arching into my touch.
"Yes, love?" I tease lightly, dropping a trail of kisses down her body. Like so many times in the past, I shift to crouch between her legs again, lips nibbling along the juncture at the top of her right thigh. Fingers ghost along the soft skin of her inner thighs, now slick with her arousal, and the most delicious moan escapes her lips. Oh yes, I love it when my stoic Rachel is reduced to a panting, whining slut for my attentions.
I want nothing more than to continue teasing her until she's completely incomprehensible, but I'm wholly distracted by the heady scent of her arousal. My lips continue their path down toward the slick heat of her pussy until the tip of my nose bumps against her clit. Her squeal of surprise only causes me to repeat the movement. Leaning back, I gaze up at her from under my lashes, taking in the flush of color suffusing her entire body, and blow lightly across her lips. Her shudder hasn't even travelled the length of her body before my tongue strokes boldly up along one lip, bypassing her clit, and down other lip.
"Fucking tease!"
Taking up the challenge in her desperate tone, I shift my arms around her thighs to spread her open to my feasting eyes and mouth. I repeat the circuit in reverse before my tongue delves deeper to coax her orgasm along. Lips, teeth, tongue, all working in tandem to bring Rachel to walk the razor's edge of need. Her cries and undulating hips urge me on, and yet I still fight the direction her hands try to pull me toward. I know exactly what she wants, but I'm not ready to end this just yet. She's not quite…
There! There she goes. The heady sensation as the last of her rigidly held self-restraint falls away is all I need. Minutely shifting again, one hand holds her open so the other can stroke her body, her pert clit peeking out in invitation. Who am I to turn down such a lovely invitation? Once again, I trace the contours of her lips, beginning just below her clit, down to flick lightly against her anus to get that delighted squawk of surprise I adore, and back up; this time, my tongue completes the circuit to daintily outline her clit.
Rachel can't even get out more than "Al--" before her voice hitches as I press the flat of my tongue against her clit. Slowly I drag my tongue up until just the tip is still touching the sensitized nerve cluster. With an ease borne of years of practice, I begin to trace the letters of her name against her clit, each subtle stroke driving her closer and closer to the unhinged edge of ecstasy.
As her hips begin to twitch uncontrollably, I know I can't forestall the inevitable any longer, and decide to take pity on my beloved. My tongue moves faster for a few seconds before I trap her clit between my teeth and lash it mercilessly with my tongue. As her orgasm washes over her, body spasming as if electrified, I press down on her hips in an attempt to keep from being thrown back. I don't let up on my sweet torment of her clit, reaching for the hand grasping ineffectually at my arm. The wordless howl of release travels straight down my spine to explode in my own clit, and I join my Rachel in bliss.
It takes several seconds -- minutes? -- for me to ride the silvery strand connecting soul to body back into this world. I rest my cheek on Rachel's thigh for a moment to catch my breath, inhaling the mingled scents of sex, love, and the desert. That's when I smell it, feel it. Rain. A gentle spring rain and I'm suddenly transported back to walks on the grounds of the castle in San Francisco, the park near Rachel's house. The rumble of distant thunder reminds me that stronger rain is coming, and I know I need to get my love into the RV before it hits. But for the moment, I'm content to lay here and bask in the afterglow, no matter how cheesy that may sound.
The soft, husky murmuring of my name, combined with a squeezing of our intertwined hands, is what finally gets me to move again, and I stretch out along the length of Rachel's body to pull her in close for a languid kiss. Even that simple act, performed countless times before, nearly brings me to the edge of climax again; judging by Rachel's lusty moan, the same is happening to her, too.
"You're going to be the death of me," she rumbles, voice cracking only once, and strokes my cheek. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
I nod slowly, still loathe to move just yet, and sigh happily. "Thank you, love," I finally murmur.
"For what? I should be the one thanking you," she replies, voice thick with emotion, then lets out an undignified squeals as rain dances against her heated skin. "How about we continue this inside? As much fun as this has been, I don't think either of us wants to get pneumonia from being caught out in the rain."
"Even if you caused it?" I tease, lightly dragging a fingertip across her clit just to see her shudder again.
"I'll get you for that, missy, and that's a promise."
"I can't wait for you to collect."