Ficlet: Seven Stages (Ace/Hex, NC-17, ~800 words)
Title: Seven Stages
Author: livii
Pairing: Ace/Hex
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Notes: Written for sizeofthatthing, prompt was "trapped/hiding in a tight enclosed space." What you see is what you get. ~800 words.
"Quick," he whispers in her ear, and suddenly there's an arm around her waist and she's being lifted off the ground.
The cupboard door shuts just as the Sontaran turns the corner. Hex doesn't take his arm away.
*
"I'm so sorry," he whispers; she thinks she can hear him blushing. He's still got her in his arms, her back pressed up tight against him. She doesn't dare move. There's three of them out there now, discussing.
"Shut up," she whispers back, twisting her head a fraction to be able to speak right into his ear. She only succeeds in brushing her lips against his neck.
*
"They're gone," she says, quietly. "Let's go."
Hex leans his shoulder hard against the door. "Oh. Shit."
She sighs. "At least put me down, will you? This is...oh." She's shifted a little, and Hex is definitely blushing now.
"We're really stuck," he says, voice cracking. "I mean, really. I wasn't just trying to cop a feel. There's no room to turn around, let alone put you anywhere. God, I'm so sorry."
She shifts again, as much as she can. Hex takes a sharp breath. "Ace. Don't. Please."
It's dark - there's just a sliver of light - and suddenly she feels very, very bold.
"Don't and please are a bit contradictory, my boy," she says, and turns her head a fraction again, sticks out her tongue and trails it along his jaw.
*
"Fuck," he whispers, "fuck, fuck."
"Knew you weren't the most articulate in the bunch. Oh god, this is rubbish." She gives up trying to work her way out of her tights, rips them open instead. Hex's moan is worth it.
"Just lift me up a little," she says, as she pushes her underwear aside, and she admires his upper body strength as he manages to lever her up just enough for her to slide back down over his cock.
"Ace," he says, all long and shaky. He doesn't move. She wiggles her hips a little, and feels him tense up further behind her, his whole body taut and quite a bit scared.
"Help me out here," she says, "come on."
He doesn't need any more prompting than that, and starts moving inside her as best as he can.
"Ace," he says again, "oh my god, Ace." She laughs softly, shifts her hips to help out. His grip on her hips tightens, and he kisses his way along her neck.
"This is good," she says. "Really good. Wish I could see you." She puts one of her hands under her shirt, pinches her nipple. "Bet you wish you could do that."
"Oh my god," Hex says, his breathing getting ragged. "Fuck, Ace, I've wanted, god, I've wanted - "
"Shh," she says gently. "Shh. Just keep - like that, yes." He's got his lips on her neck again. She pinches her other nipple as well, feels his hips buck against her. He's close. She moves one hand to her clit, shudders as she flicks her fingers against it.
He groans, loudly. "Ace, it's too - oh god, that's too good, fuck. Are you going - are you going to -"
"Harder," she says, tracing her clit with her fingernails, and he groans again, tries his best. She's suddenly inspired, and leans forward a fraction, pressing her forearms against the wall she's been trapped against. He cries out, holds her tighter - she can feel his arm muscles straining, his legs shaking as he supports almost her whole weight - and she pushes back against him and comes, biting her lip so hard she tastes blood. He comes inside her a moment later, hot and wet, his whole body shaking.
*
He lifts her off his cock a few minutes later; in doing so, his elbow twitches and the next thing they know, the door is wide open.
"Um," he says. "Trick latch, I guess?"
*
That night, after the inevitable victory, he corners her in the kitchen; can't quite look her in the eye.
"Hex," she says carefully, "listen. That was a crazy situation. It's not like it meant anything, you know."
"Yeah, okay," he says, looking at his shoes, and she feels terrible. He turns to leave, but she puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. Thanks, you know. For saving us by pulling us in there. And...well." She leans up, kisses his cheek. "You're pretty special. Don't tell anyone I said that."
His smile lights up the room. "I won't," he says, and leans in and kisses her squarely on the lips. He pulls away first, and leaves, still grinning.
*
Their future, it turns out, has a lot of cupboards in it.
Author: livii
Pairing: Ace/Hex
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Notes: Written for sizeofthatthing, prompt was "trapped/hiding in a tight enclosed space." What you see is what you get. ~800 words.
"Quick," he whispers in her ear, and suddenly there's an arm around her waist and she's being lifted off the ground.
The cupboard door shuts just as the Sontaran turns the corner. Hex doesn't take his arm away.
*
"I'm so sorry," he whispers; she thinks she can hear him blushing. He's still got her in his arms, her back pressed up tight against him. She doesn't dare move. There's three of them out there now, discussing.
"Shut up," she whispers back, twisting her head a fraction to be able to speak right into his ear. She only succeeds in brushing her lips against his neck.
*
"They're gone," she says, quietly. "Let's go."
Hex leans his shoulder hard against the door. "Oh. Shit."
She sighs. "At least put me down, will you? This is...oh." She's shifted a little, and Hex is definitely blushing now.
"We're really stuck," he says, voice cracking. "I mean, really. I wasn't just trying to cop a feel. There's no room to turn around, let alone put you anywhere. God, I'm so sorry."
She shifts again, as much as she can. Hex takes a sharp breath. "Ace. Don't. Please."
It's dark - there's just a sliver of light - and suddenly she feels very, very bold.
"Don't and please are a bit contradictory, my boy," she says, and turns her head a fraction again, sticks out her tongue and trails it along his jaw.
*
"Fuck," he whispers, "fuck, fuck."
"Knew you weren't the most articulate in the bunch. Oh god, this is rubbish." She gives up trying to work her way out of her tights, rips them open instead. Hex's moan is worth it.
"Just lift me up a little," she says, as she pushes her underwear aside, and she admires his upper body strength as he manages to lever her up just enough for her to slide back down over his cock.
"Ace," he says, all long and shaky. He doesn't move. She wiggles her hips a little, and feels him tense up further behind her, his whole body taut and quite a bit scared.
"Help me out here," she says, "come on."
He doesn't need any more prompting than that, and starts moving inside her as best as he can.
"Ace," he says again, "oh my god, Ace." She laughs softly, shifts her hips to help out. His grip on her hips tightens, and he kisses his way along her neck.
"This is good," she says. "Really good. Wish I could see you." She puts one of her hands under her shirt, pinches her nipple. "Bet you wish you could do that."
"Oh my god," Hex says, his breathing getting ragged. "Fuck, Ace, I've wanted, god, I've wanted - "
"Shh," she says gently. "Shh. Just keep - like that, yes." He's got his lips on her neck again. She pinches her other nipple as well, feels his hips buck against her. He's close. She moves one hand to her clit, shudders as she flicks her fingers against it.
He groans, loudly. "Ace, it's too - oh god, that's too good, fuck. Are you going - are you going to -"
"Harder," she says, tracing her clit with her fingernails, and he groans again, tries his best. She's suddenly inspired, and leans forward a fraction, pressing her forearms against the wall she's been trapped against. He cries out, holds her tighter - she can feel his arm muscles straining, his legs shaking as he supports almost her whole weight - and she pushes back against him and comes, biting her lip so hard she tastes blood. He comes inside her a moment later, hot and wet, his whole body shaking.
*
He lifts her off his cock a few minutes later; in doing so, his elbow twitches and the next thing they know, the door is wide open.
"Um," he says. "Trick latch, I guess?"
*
That night, after the inevitable victory, he corners her in the kitchen; can't quite look her in the eye.
"Hex," she says carefully, "listen. That was a crazy situation. It's not like it meant anything, you know."
"Yeah, okay," he says, looking at his shoes, and she feels terrible. He turns to leave, but she puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. Thanks, you know. For saving us by pulling us in there. And...well." She leans up, kisses his cheek. "You're pretty special. Don't tell anyone I said that."
His smile lights up the room. "I won't," he says, and leans in and kisses her squarely on the lips. He pulls away first, and leaves, still grinning.
*
Their future, it turns out, has a lot of cupboards in it.