Electric
So, still_grrr is going through the seven deadly sins, and this week’s prompt was lust.
I'm a gen writer. Lust isn’t really my specialty.
But I decided to see if I could write a sex scene without writing the sex scene, by turning it into a metaphor inside the mind of Gwen Raiden.
So, here's a brief, metaphory, Gwen/Gunn ficlet...
Electric
She’s new at this, and for a moment she freaks, but then, mid-kiss, she suddenly realises something:
Sex is like electricity. She knows about electricity.
She’s been grounded and harmless for so long - sitting dormant.
But then they touch.
And only one touch is needed, one connection, and suddenly they’re conducting better than metal, and they both turn live.
Live is electric. Live is dangerous. Live is… new.
Electrons start flowing, one after another - because there’s this space between them, and space is bad. Distance is bad. The electrons rush to cross the gap and pull the two of them together, not an inch of space left between.
But every electron is followed by another one, it’s inevitable, and soon they’re all racing through her, charging every part of her to an enormously high voltage, and then even higher.
She shudders under the strain, and reaches for ground state, but the ground is so far away, and she’s never going to reach it again. She’s turned electric.
The air is electric.
And it really must be true that opposites attract - positive and negative - cause he’s so close now, so very close, and still she wants - needs - him even closer.
She’s never felt more magnetic.
The current spills through them, exciting every particle, and pushing up the heat - although heat comes from resistance, and she’s got almost no resistance left.
Electrons are slamming across them, the voltage is through the roof - and apparently their wiring is faulty, because something snaps and something EXPLODES and there’s current current current and the sparks are flying everywhere…
Gwen risked her life tonight. Risked everything - to turn the electricity off.
And now she’s suddenly realised:
Electricity? Isn’t nearly as bad as she thought.
I'm a gen writer. Lust isn’t really my specialty.
But I decided to see if I could write a sex scene without writing the sex scene, by turning it into a metaphor inside the mind of Gwen Raiden.
So, here's a brief, metaphory, Gwen/Gunn ficlet...
Electric
She’s new at this, and for a moment she freaks, but then, mid-kiss, she suddenly realises something:
Sex is like electricity. She knows about electricity.
She’s been grounded and harmless for so long - sitting dormant.
But then they touch.
And only one touch is needed, one connection, and suddenly they’re conducting better than metal, and they both turn live.
Live is electric. Live is dangerous. Live is… new.
Electrons start flowing, one after another - because there’s this space between them, and space is bad. Distance is bad. The electrons rush to cross the gap and pull the two of them together, not an inch of space left between.
But every electron is followed by another one, it’s inevitable, and soon they’re all racing through her, charging every part of her to an enormously high voltage, and then even higher.
She shudders under the strain, and reaches for ground state, but the ground is so far away, and she’s never going to reach it again. She’s turned electric.
The air is electric.
And it really must be true that opposites attract - positive and negative - cause he’s so close now, so very close, and still she wants - needs - him even closer.
She’s never felt more magnetic.
The current spills through them, exciting every particle, and pushing up the heat - although heat comes from resistance, and she’s got almost no resistance left.
Electrons are slamming across them, the voltage is through the roof - and apparently their wiring is faulty, because something snaps and something EXPLODES and there’s current current current and the sparks are flying everywhere…
Gwen risked her life tonight. Risked everything - to turn the electricity off.
And now she’s suddenly realised:
Electricity? Isn’t nearly as bad as she thought.