Live Like You're Dying - Final Destination 2 - Kim/Clear
Title: Live Like You’re Dying
Fandom: Final Destination 2
Pairing: Kim/Clear
Rating: NC-17 (you expect anything less?)
Warning: Random, pointless smut
A/N: It’s Halloween! As if I need another reason to write this! Srsly, I haven’t written in this fandom before and it’s been about 2-3 weeks since I saw the movie last. I could have some bad continuity issues going on, but it’s smut so…who cares?
A/N2: I’m surprised these two haven’t been paired before. Maybe it’s just me being my pervy self, but that scene in the padded cell crackled with sexual tension.
Kim flipped her middle finger up at the not-so-discreet camera in the corner, giving Clear one more piece of her mind, before turning and stomping off. How dare she not give a damn! She’s been through this. She knows what awaits the survivors of that pile up, including herself, but she’s too chicken shit to come out of her precious padded cell! Kim punched the keypad to be let out a little too hard.
A voice crackled over the intercom, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Open the door.”
A long arm reached past Kim to stop the door from opening, “Cancel that, Charlie.” Kim spun around to find Clear Rivers staring down at her, a smirk curving her lips.
“Why don’t you put that finger to better use?” Without warning, Clear grabbed Kim by her shirt and pushed her up against the door, pinning her firmly with her body, before latching on to the redhead’s mouth.
Kim kissed her back, momentarily caught off guard, before she started pushing back, “What the fuck, Rivers!”
The blonde kept her body close to Kim, instinctively drawn to her. Whether it was her self-imposed imprisonment or something actually about the girl, she didn’t know, but she knew she wanted to kiss her again.
“Think about it, Kimberly. You can walk out this door and in five seconds be roadkill for the buzzards, or you can stay here in relative safety and live a little before you die.”
Kim leaned away from her, appalled at the brashness, “Safe? Here…with you…after that little display? I think not.”
Clear smiled at her, effectively disarming Kim, her breath catching at how stunning this obviously crazy woman can be. Clear ran a fingernail down Kim’s cheek, sending chills down the redhead’s spine, “Would you rather I take it slow?”
The brush of Clear’s breasts against her own made her quiver. The inevitable question of mortality popped into her head. What if? What if she walked out that door and she did die? There were so many things she hadn’t done in her short life. So many experiences left unknown.
“Oh fuck it!” Kim wrapped her hand in Clear’s blonde hair and pulled her closer. She let the sensation take her over. She felt Clear’s hands on her hips, grip at her jeans in frustration, reminding her of Clear’s initial question. She certainly did have a better use for their fingers.
Silently, she nudged Clear back towards the padded room, until she got the idea and started walking backwards, pulling Kim with her, their lips never parting.
Kim kicked the door closed as they passed the threshold and then realized her folly when she remembered the camera in the corner. She mentally shrugged. Who cares if she ends up naked all over the Internet with a beautiful blonde woman if she walks out of there and dies? All of the issues she had once concerned herself with didn’t seem to matter anymore. Neither did subtlety.
She tore her mouth away from Clear’s and looked into the darkened blue eyes, “Strip.”
Clear raised a dark eyebrow and smirked, “So, is this what little Kimberly’s like when she had nothing left to lose?”
Kim began unbuttoning her own shirt and simply smiled at the blonde, “Are you going to do it or am I going to have to rip them off of you?”
“That could be fun.”
Kim unsnapped the button of her jeans, “Yes, it could, but I’d rather you willingly give your body to me.”
Clear was actually speechless. Her mind went deep into the gutter imagining the dirty talk coming from those pouty pink lips. Kim quirked an eyebrow when Clear silently but quickly started stripping.
Both stood naked in the middle of the room. The only sound the adjusting of the lens on the camera in the corner. Dirty minded fuckers, Kim thought. She walked up to Clear until their breasts barely touched. She reached down and scraped her nails up the blonde’s thigh, marveling at the goosebumps that broke out all over her arms and chest, and a beautiful blush spreading across her face.
She was amazed at the satiny feel of a nipple on the palm of her hand and even more amazed at the quickness with which the nipple hardened. Clear closed her eyes and let out a moan. She let her hands wander over strong shoulders and toned arms. Her hands came back up to tangle into Clear’s long hair, giving it a gentle tug at the roots to get the woman’s attention. With dazed eyes, Clear looked at her with such desperation and longing that it broke her heart. Fear made Clear lock herself away and forever give up on the idea of having a normal life or even love. If only for a moment, both of them could forget about the fear and the trouble outside these doors, about the inevitability of their deaths. If only for a moment in each other’s arms, they could remember what it was like to live.
Clear leaned down and kissed Kim long and deep, savoring the taste of the other woman, taking in every sensation, every movement, every touch. Clear leaned up against the cushioned wall behind her as Kim began to kiss her way down her body, moving torturously slow, her soft hands wandering and caressing everywhere.
Clear jerked to attention when Kim got to her bellybutton and swirled her tongue around the outside, a prelude of things to come. It didn’t occur to Kim to consider what happens next or how it would affect her, but when she caught a whiff of Clear’s unique scent, she felt the tightness in her belly coil with need.
She looked up when she felt Clear’s hand on her head. The sultry blue eyes answered her. Clear was feeling the same need, same desire.
Never losing eye contact, Kim lifted one of Clear’s legs to her shoulder, wrapping her arm around a shapely thigh. With her other hand, she let two fingers slip effortlessly inside Clear.
The blonde broke eye contact when she flung her head back against the padded wall. Kim slid deeper into the warmth, feeling herself pulled in by the tightness. As she moved her fingers in and out, she watched Clear become undone, her hands desperately gripping at the walls, her mouth open as deep guttural groans erupted from her with each thrust of Kim’s fingers. It made Kim push harder and deeper. Anything to keep those erotic sounds going.
Eventually, Kim gave in to her own need and leaned in to taste Clear. The sensation of Kim’s warm, gentle tongue combined with the hard thrusts of her fingers startled Clear momentarily. She looked down to see Kim with her eye’s closed, a soft moan vibrated against her, as Kim became lost in her own bliss. As Kim’s tongue began to work harder against her, she laid her head back, letting her body give into the moment.
Clear gripped Kim’s hair, pulling her in closer, her hips grinding against the other woman, “Oh God!!! Oh, Kim, don’t stop.” The words caused Kim to grunt with the exertion, the muscles in her arm straining with aching need. Suddenly, Clear’s body, inside and outside, went rigid, until the tightness around Kim’s fingers gave way to a steady pulsing. Kim watched as Clear’s face broke into a smile, genuine and warm, making it impossible not to smile back.
For a brief moment, they did more than live. They were alive.