[fic] racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [2/3]
Title: racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [2/3]
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kara Danvers/Mick Rory
Warnings: Crossover fic, PWP
Spoilers: Everything through Supergirl 2x08 and DC's Legends of Tomorrow 2x07, with speculation beyond that.
Word count: ~2200
Summary: Kara and Mick run into each other in a bar...and it goes exactly like you'd expect after that.
Author's Notes: Title and quotes lifted from (and some slightly tweaked) "Holding Out For a Hero" as covered by Ella Mae Bowen. This is for leobrat because of conversations...and I haven't written fic in over a year, so go easy on me. So...this always happens to me, it gets longer than I plan. So this will be a three parter.
Chapter Two: oh, his approach is like a fire in my blood
i''ll meet a hero
And then we'll dance 'til the morning light
dreaming, he'll lead me
held tight,
tonight's the night
Kara Danvers has never done this.
(Had a one night stand.)
Mick Rory used to do this all the time.
(Take a girl home with no intention of ever seeing her again.)
Kara fingers weave through Mick's when he slips his hand down to hers. She gets the impression he's never held hands with anyone ever, because despite his other smooth moves, this feels a bit awkward. She clenches her hand tight against his and he makes a humming sound in his throat, tossing her a little smile. Her heart catches at that, despite the gracelessness of his hand.
Mick leads her to the fancy hotel he's been staying in two blocks up from the bar. He's grateful his tastes have grown a little swanky in the last year, because he could never take this girl to some of the hovels he's lived in. She's too pristine for all that, and he feels like the luckiest bastard alive. Her body moves closer to his as they walk, and he's counting the seconds until he has her alone.
(Kara Danvers thinks of Mon-El, the one who can't say what he wants to her James Olsen. She doesn't miss the parallel. Maybe this is just the thing she needs to be brave enough to go home and say what she wants.)
(Mick Rory is going to fuck Supergirl's brains out. This could be the biggest time aberration they've ever faced.)
They step into the elevator in a hotel that is nicer than anything Kara's seen back in National City, and she opens her mouth to comment on how beautiful it is. But the elevator doors slide shut, and they are alone, so Mick turns towards her, backs her up to the wall, and kisses her instead.
It's in that moment that she understands what he meant when he said you need a man. Nobody's ever kissed her like this.
Then it's over and he lifts his head as the elevator dings and the doors open again. She still can't speak, though, because even though his tongue isn't in her mouth anymore, she's breathless and speechless. He looks into her eyes, the same gleeful smile he'd thrown her way as they walked here painting his lips. "This is going to be so hot," he announces, grabbing her hand again and tugging her after him down the hall to his room.
He slips the card key into the slot and the door opens up. Inside the room, a king-sized bed sits. The view of the city is broad, as the whole west wall is floor to ceiling windows, and all the lights are coming on as the sun has set. Kara has a flash of herself against those windows, looking out as Mick takes her from behind, and she's sure her already flushed cheeks must flame even brighter.
(She has never had thoughts like that ever, about anyone. Then again, she's never known anyone like Mick.)
She stands in the middle of the room, suddenly unsure, but burning up at the same time. She's not going to be able to blame this on alcohol, or claim she doesn't remember it once she's done it.
"Hey, Skirt," he says, and his voice throbs through her, keeping time with the beats of her heart and the pulsing between her legs. "Don't renege here, okay? Do me a solid."
She turns to look at him. He's slipped his jacket off, but he's just standing there, looking more vulnerable than she's ever seen him, even when he was being threatened by aliens. She bites her bottom lip and shrugs her shoulders slightly. He moves closer to her and cups her face in one large hand. "You're a fucking wet dream, you know that, right?" His thumb tugs at the divot of her chin, pulling her lip from between her teeth. He just stares at her mouth and her heart starts thumping even faster.
She doesn't think she's supposed to answer his question, but the answer is no. She knows she's pretty, but she's always thought that was actually the sun's fault, nothing particularly special about her.
He cocks his head as he watches her. "Think of it as saving the world, one more time. Some good sex is gonna mellow me out, keep me off the streets and outta trouble."
Kara finds herself smiling, finds herself thinking he's his own kind of beautiful, finds herself throwing her arms around his neck and plastering her lips to his. Mick's hands slide down her back and cup her ass, pulling her feet from the ground. Her only option is to wrap her legs around his hips, but she thinks that's what he was going for anyway.
He walks them to the bed and spins around so that as they land, he's under her. "They call you the Girl of Steel, right?" he asks, tucking her hair behind her ears. Kara nods. "Does that include your lady bits?"
Kara snorts. "You scared?" she asks, charmed to her soul by his flirting.
He shakes his head, and lifts up under her, in case she had missed the erection in his pants. "Hopeful," he replies, his deep voice even lower.
She rubs herself over him, grinding down as he's thrusting up. Mick whimpers a little, hissing "Ah, fuck," as he closes his eyes in obvious enjoyment.
"Let's find out," she whispers.
Mick gets the vibe that Supergirl hasn't done a lot of kissing. She's not completely clueless, but there is definitely some hesitancy. Her tongue is shy to meet his, but with a little coaxing, they are doing some nice trading back and forth. She rubs herself against him like a cat in heat, though; that part is 100% instinctual, and she's good at following her instincts.
She reaches down between them and cups him through his jeans, giving him a little squeeze that makes a groan rush up his throat and fall out of his mouth as he pulls away for some oxygen. He falls back on the bed, lying flat and she stays upright, moving sensually over her as her hand undoes the button and zipper.
He reaches down to still her hand and her eyes come up to his, wide with surprise. He wonders if she thinks he's dumb enough to call a halt to what they're doing here. Which, no, he is not. "It's just me under there," he murmurs. "Not an underwear kinda guy."
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and continues to unzip him. She eases her hand down inside the front of his pants and makes this keening sound as she wraps her hand around him. He's sort of mesmerized by her, and thinks he ought to be the one making pathetic noises, especially when her thumb drags around the underside of his cock, but he's holding his breath, caught by the rapture on her face, unable to make any sounds of his own.
Her lips part, her tongue darts out, and he surges in her hand. "You're, um, kinda…large," she whispers and she opens her eyes to peer down at what's in her hand. "Good Lord," she whispers.
Mick laughs, because his breath has returned enough for him to get something out. "I'm sure you can handle me," he says, and then he puts both hands on her legs and pushes her skirt up. It's a flowy, gauzy thing and moves easily. She is wearing underwear, but when his thumb finds the crease of her thigh, he can feel the heat he craves. He runs it up and down the crotch of her panties and she jumps and moans, her hand tightening around his cock in a matching stroke.
"You're a fucking goddess," he says, watching her eyes fall shut again as he rubs her. He slides his thumb under the edge of her panties and dips it into what he can't help but think of as the Pussy of Steel. Then she moans his name in the sexiest fucking way he's ever heard it.
She rocks forward and says, "Please," in a high-pitched voice that nearly ends it all for him.
"These have got to go," he mutters, reaching up and yanking the lace at her hip until he hears a tell-tale ripping sound. Once he's got the underwear out of his way, he pulls her forward and there is absolutely no easy going about it; it's just her holding him in her hand and him positioning her and then she's sinking down and he's inside her and he starts making a whole lot of noise, from grunts and groans to every curse word he's ever known.
Fucking a superhero is just as spectacular as he guessed it would be.
Kara has never had sex where they didn't get their clothes off because they were in too big a hurry. She'd been with guys who were self-conscious, and didn't want to get naked in the light. Okay, one guy, this super nerdy guy who had been in her college journalism class, who she dated for a few months. Usually guys were like Mick, completely confident, even if she couldn't see why.
Mick deserved to be confident. She could feel how hard and toned his body was beneath his clothes, and it wasn't that she hadn't wanted to see it. They had just, well, gotten all the way there really fast.
In fact, Kara is still sitting on top of him, trying to catch her breath after an electrifying, if quick, orgasm. His giant hands are resting on her upper thighs and his eyes are closed as he too breathes heavily.
That's when she notices that the shirt he's wearing his a button-down.
So, she unbuttons it.
He cracks open one eye at her. "Little late for that, doncha think?"
Kara pushes her hands from his stomach up over his pectoral muscles. He's very, very fit, and she likes it very, very much. "You only good for one round?" she shoots back, but she blushes as she says it, which probably ruins it completely.
He chuckles again and his eye closes. She takes a deep breath, thankful he's not looking at her. "You ever been with a guy over 40?" he asks. "It takes a little bit." Suddenly both Mick's eyes pop open. "Uh, this is little late, but should I have used a condom?"
Now Kara giggles. "No worries, I use birth control. And it works," she adds unnecessarily. "My biological system is very similar to a human's, and--"
"Don't care, Skirt," he interrupts. "As long as you're not gonna come calling in a few weeks looking for a daddy."
"Oh, god! No! No, of course not."
He gives her a half smirk. "As long as we agree," he says, and he sits up so that their faces are close together. "The baby makin' process is a lot of fun, but we aren't makin' babies." He holds her gaze as he starts unbuttoning her shirt. "Just returning the favor," he murmurs, his knuckles brushing against her breasts as he does so.
Kara's breath, which had returned to normal, suddenly speeds up again. He pulls her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and pushes it off her shoulders. Then he reaches around and unhooks her bra. He drops the bra to the floor behind her and never looks down, even when his thumbs brush her already stiff nipples. Kara's sharp indrawn gasp is involuntarily as is the way her neck weakens and her head falls back on her shoulders.
"Supergirl has super tits," he rumbles, his hands cupping and squeezing her gently. "Big surprise," he adds on a whisper just before he slides one arm under her ass to lift her up to his mouth.
Kara cries out as his tongue laps delicately at her. There is a strange dichotomy between how big and rough and tough Mick is and what a sweet, tender lover he is.
Suddenly Kara finds herself on her back, looking up at him as he looms over her. "Here's what we're gonna do," he rasps out. "I'm gonna kiss you all over, and make you scream a little, and by the time I'm done with that, I'll be ready for round two. How's that sound?"
She blinks, anticipation racing through her. "That sounds amazing," she says breathlessly.
Mick's second orgasm care of Supergirl does not happen via her Pussy of Steel. Instead, it's her lips sliding down his cock and her hair spread out over his stomach. He's never come so hard in his life.
Kara revels in power like none other she's ever known. Leaping buildings in a single bound, blasting through concrete barriers with her heat vision, not even flying so fast that she overcame gravity and slipped out of Earth's atmosphere from time to time could prepare her for how insanely satisfying it is to have Mick's cock in her mouth while he shouts out some litany of swear words that would make anyone blush.
If anyone ever asked him, he would not say that the best part of fucking Supergirl is watching her lay with her eyes closed on the pillow next to him. (Her hair is fucking beautiful.) He would never, ever, EVER say that. Doesn't mean it's not the truth.
Kara snuggles down into the bed, one arm and one leg thrown over Mick. She can hold him here if she wants; she can make him stay. Turns out, she doesn't have to. She falls asleep to the gentle snores issuing from the tired man next to her.
Author: badboy_fangirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kara Danvers/Mick Rory
Warnings: Crossover fic, PWP
Spoilers: Everything through Supergirl 2x08 and DC's Legends of Tomorrow 2x07, with speculation beyond that.
Word count: ~2200
Summary: Kara and Mick run into each other in a bar...and it goes exactly like you'd expect after that.
Author's Notes: Title and quotes lifted from (and some slightly tweaked) "Holding Out For a Hero" as covered by Ella Mae Bowen. This is for leobrat because of conversations...and I haven't written fic in over a year, so go easy on me. So...this always happens to me, it gets longer than I plan. So this will be a three parter.
Chapter Two: oh, his approach is like a fire in my blood
i''ll meet a hero
And then we'll dance 'til the morning light
dreaming, he'll lead me
held tight,
tonight's the night
Kara Danvers has never done this.
(Had a one night stand.)
Mick Rory used to do this all the time.
(Take a girl home with no intention of ever seeing her again.)
Kara fingers weave through Mick's when he slips his hand down to hers. She gets the impression he's never held hands with anyone ever, because despite his other smooth moves, this feels a bit awkward. She clenches her hand tight against his and he makes a humming sound in his throat, tossing her a little smile. Her heart catches at that, despite the gracelessness of his hand.
Mick leads her to the fancy hotel he's been staying in two blocks up from the bar. He's grateful his tastes have grown a little swanky in the last year, because he could never take this girl to some of the hovels he's lived in. She's too pristine for all that, and he feels like the luckiest bastard alive. Her body moves closer to his as they walk, and he's counting the seconds until he has her alone.
(Kara Danvers thinks of Mon-El, the one who can't say what he wants to her James Olsen. She doesn't miss the parallel. Maybe this is just the thing she needs to be brave enough to go home and say what she wants.)
(Mick Rory is going to fuck Supergirl's brains out. This could be the biggest time aberration they've ever faced.)
They step into the elevator in a hotel that is nicer than anything Kara's seen back in National City, and she opens her mouth to comment on how beautiful it is. But the elevator doors slide shut, and they are alone, so Mick turns towards her, backs her up to the wall, and kisses her instead.
It's in that moment that she understands what he meant when he said you need a man. Nobody's ever kissed her like this.
Then it's over and he lifts his head as the elevator dings and the doors open again. She still can't speak, though, because even though his tongue isn't in her mouth anymore, she's breathless and speechless. He looks into her eyes, the same gleeful smile he'd thrown her way as they walked here painting his lips. "This is going to be so hot," he announces, grabbing her hand again and tugging her after him down the hall to his room.
He slips the card key into the slot and the door opens up. Inside the room, a king-sized bed sits. The view of the city is broad, as the whole west wall is floor to ceiling windows, and all the lights are coming on as the sun has set. Kara has a flash of herself against those windows, looking out as Mick takes her from behind, and she's sure her already flushed cheeks must flame even brighter.
(She has never had thoughts like that ever, about anyone. Then again, she's never known anyone like Mick.)
She stands in the middle of the room, suddenly unsure, but burning up at the same time. She's not going to be able to blame this on alcohol, or claim she doesn't remember it once she's done it.
"Hey, Skirt," he says, and his voice throbs through her, keeping time with the beats of her heart and the pulsing between her legs. "Don't renege here, okay? Do me a solid."
She turns to look at him. He's slipped his jacket off, but he's just standing there, looking more vulnerable than she's ever seen him, even when he was being threatened by aliens. She bites her bottom lip and shrugs her shoulders slightly. He moves closer to her and cups her face in one large hand. "You're a fucking wet dream, you know that, right?" His thumb tugs at the divot of her chin, pulling her lip from between her teeth. He just stares at her mouth and her heart starts thumping even faster.
She doesn't think she's supposed to answer his question, but the answer is no. She knows she's pretty, but she's always thought that was actually the sun's fault, nothing particularly special about her.
He cocks his head as he watches her. "Think of it as saving the world, one more time. Some good sex is gonna mellow me out, keep me off the streets and outta trouble."
Kara finds herself smiling, finds herself thinking he's his own kind of beautiful, finds herself throwing her arms around his neck and plastering her lips to his. Mick's hands slide down her back and cup her ass, pulling her feet from the ground. Her only option is to wrap her legs around his hips, but she thinks that's what he was going for anyway.
He walks them to the bed and spins around so that as they land, he's under her. "They call you the Girl of Steel, right?" he asks, tucking her hair behind her ears. Kara nods. "Does that include your lady bits?"
Kara snorts. "You scared?" she asks, charmed to her soul by his flirting.
He shakes his head, and lifts up under her, in case she had missed the erection in his pants. "Hopeful," he replies, his deep voice even lower.
She rubs herself over him, grinding down as he's thrusting up. Mick whimpers a little, hissing "Ah, fuck," as he closes his eyes in obvious enjoyment.
"Let's find out," she whispers.
Mick gets the vibe that Supergirl hasn't done a lot of kissing. She's not completely clueless, but there is definitely some hesitancy. Her tongue is shy to meet his, but with a little coaxing, they are doing some nice trading back and forth. She rubs herself against him like a cat in heat, though; that part is 100% instinctual, and she's good at following her instincts.
She reaches down between them and cups him through his jeans, giving him a little squeeze that makes a groan rush up his throat and fall out of his mouth as he pulls away for some oxygen. He falls back on the bed, lying flat and she stays upright, moving sensually over her as her hand undoes the button and zipper.
He reaches down to still her hand and her eyes come up to his, wide with surprise. He wonders if she thinks he's dumb enough to call a halt to what they're doing here. Which, no, he is not. "It's just me under there," he murmurs. "Not an underwear kinda guy."
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and continues to unzip him. She eases her hand down inside the front of his pants and makes this keening sound as she wraps her hand around him. He's sort of mesmerized by her, and thinks he ought to be the one making pathetic noises, especially when her thumb drags around the underside of his cock, but he's holding his breath, caught by the rapture on her face, unable to make any sounds of his own.
Her lips part, her tongue darts out, and he surges in her hand. "You're, um, kinda…large," she whispers and she opens her eyes to peer down at what's in her hand. "Good Lord," she whispers.
Mick laughs, because his breath has returned enough for him to get something out. "I'm sure you can handle me," he says, and then he puts both hands on her legs and pushes her skirt up. It's a flowy, gauzy thing and moves easily. She is wearing underwear, but when his thumb finds the crease of her thigh, he can feel the heat he craves. He runs it up and down the crotch of her panties and she jumps and moans, her hand tightening around his cock in a matching stroke.
"You're a fucking goddess," he says, watching her eyes fall shut again as he rubs her. He slides his thumb under the edge of her panties and dips it into what he can't help but think of as the Pussy of Steel. Then she moans his name in the sexiest fucking way he's ever heard it.
She rocks forward and says, "Please," in a high-pitched voice that nearly ends it all for him.
"These have got to go," he mutters, reaching up and yanking the lace at her hip until he hears a tell-tale ripping sound. Once he's got the underwear out of his way, he pulls her forward and there is absolutely no easy going about it; it's just her holding him in her hand and him positioning her and then she's sinking down and he's inside her and he starts making a whole lot of noise, from grunts and groans to every curse word he's ever known.
Fucking a superhero is just as spectacular as he guessed it would be.
Kara has never had sex where they didn't get their clothes off because they were in too big a hurry. She'd been with guys who were self-conscious, and didn't want to get naked in the light. Okay, one guy, this super nerdy guy who had been in her college journalism class, who she dated for a few months. Usually guys were like Mick, completely confident, even if she couldn't see why.
Mick deserved to be confident. She could feel how hard and toned his body was beneath his clothes, and it wasn't that she hadn't wanted to see it. They had just, well, gotten all the way there really fast.
In fact, Kara is still sitting on top of him, trying to catch her breath after an electrifying, if quick, orgasm. His giant hands are resting on her upper thighs and his eyes are closed as he too breathes heavily.
That's when she notices that the shirt he's wearing his a button-down.
So, she unbuttons it.
He cracks open one eye at her. "Little late for that, doncha think?"
Kara pushes her hands from his stomach up over his pectoral muscles. He's very, very fit, and she likes it very, very much. "You only good for one round?" she shoots back, but she blushes as she says it, which probably ruins it completely.
He chuckles again and his eye closes. She takes a deep breath, thankful he's not looking at her. "You ever been with a guy over 40?" he asks. "It takes a little bit." Suddenly both Mick's eyes pop open. "Uh, this is little late, but should I have used a condom?"
Now Kara giggles. "No worries, I use birth control. And it works," she adds unnecessarily. "My biological system is very similar to a human's, and--"
"Don't care, Skirt," he interrupts. "As long as you're not gonna come calling in a few weeks looking for a daddy."
"Oh, god! No! No, of course not."
He gives her a half smirk. "As long as we agree," he says, and he sits up so that their faces are close together. "The baby makin' process is a lot of fun, but we aren't makin' babies." He holds her gaze as he starts unbuttoning her shirt. "Just returning the favor," he murmurs, his knuckles brushing against her breasts as he does so.
Kara's breath, which had returned to normal, suddenly speeds up again. He pulls her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and pushes it off her shoulders. Then he reaches around and unhooks her bra. He drops the bra to the floor behind her and never looks down, even when his thumbs brush her already stiff nipples. Kara's sharp indrawn gasp is involuntarily as is the way her neck weakens and her head falls back on her shoulders.
"Supergirl has super tits," he rumbles, his hands cupping and squeezing her gently. "Big surprise," he adds on a whisper just before he slides one arm under her ass to lift her up to his mouth.
Kara cries out as his tongue laps delicately at her. There is a strange dichotomy between how big and rough and tough Mick is and what a sweet, tender lover he is.
Suddenly Kara finds herself on her back, looking up at him as he looms over her. "Here's what we're gonna do," he rasps out. "I'm gonna kiss you all over, and make you scream a little, and by the time I'm done with that, I'll be ready for round two. How's that sound?"
She blinks, anticipation racing through her. "That sounds amazing," she says breathlessly.
Mick's second orgasm care of Supergirl does not happen via her Pussy of Steel. Instead, it's her lips sliding down his cock and her hair spread out over his stomach. He's never come so hard in his life.
Kara revels in power like none other she's ever known. Leaping buildings in a single bound, blasting through concrete barriers with her heat vision, not even flying so fast that she overcame gravity and slipped out of Earth's atmosphere from time to time could prepare her for how insanely satisfying it is to have Mick's cock in her mouth while he shouts out some litany of swear words that would make anyone blush.
If anyone ever asked him, he would not say that the best part of fucking Supergirl is watching her lay with her eyes closed on the pillow next to him. (Her hair is fucking beautiful.) He would never, ever, EVER say that. Doesn't mean it's not the truth.
Kara snuggles down into the bed, one arm and one leg thrown over Mick. She can hold him here if she wants; she can make him stay. Turns out, she doesn't have to. She falls asleep to the gentle snores issuing from the tired man next to her.