Rolling in the Deep (1/?)
Rolling in the Deep
Title: Rolling in the DeepSeries: Still Waters (Run Deep) (Part III of IV)
Author: melody_in_time
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through S1 only
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, but they aren't. Nor am I creative enough to have written the song that gave this instalment its title. That belongs to Adele, and whomever else had IP rights along side her.
Author's Notes: To those of you joining us for the first time, go back to Part I, because I promise Part III will NOT make any sense without reading the whole thing. For those who have been with me throughout the posting process, welcome to Part III of IV, Rolling in the Deep. Yes, as in the Adele song. Yes, that can be considered spoiler-y. In fact, you can blame the song for most of the angst you've already suffered through as it inspired an idea for a chapter, and I wrote 300,000 words to get there. Sorry about that. Just be glad I haven't got around to writing anything inspired by Kimbra's Good Intent into the story!
Like last time I'm going to put the warnings up front. All will be relevant at some point in the story, and I'll try and remember to highlight the major ones at the beginnings of the relevant chapters, but just like last time I'm not going to tell you whether they're a major or peripheral events, or whether they happen to our main characters or are relevant to a case/OC. If you have ANY concerns, please feel free to PM me on livejournal and I'm happy to provide one on one spoilers so people can decide in advance whether they want to read, or if they need to skip a particular chapter, etc. I'm going to put the link to my livejournal in the bottom comments. Right, warnings:
Non-con, Dub-con, BDSM, not particularly good practices for BDSM, unplanned pregnancy, abortion, kidnapping, torture, infidelity, biology, child abuse (past), emotional abuse, fertility/conception problems
That's all I can think of at the minute. If something comes up during a chapter that you think needs to be added, just let me know in the comments and I'll add it to the list.
Those of you who have read before will know that I try to put up photos and visual references. I like to work from real life as much as possible, so Mycroft has a real title (though not it's actual holder's history!), and I regularly spend time stalking various actors on the internet to find pictures of them in outfits etc. that I think will be useful. There will also be pictures of rooms, backdrop scenes, etc. When I can, I'll try and link back to the original source of the image, but sometimes it's really old stuff I find on my hard drive and have long lost the link. Upfront disclaimer: NONE OF THE IMAGES ARE MINE. I am not artsy. Further, any images of people used are of random people google spat out when I typed in "Red hair, mid thirties" or the like. I do not know who they are, and even if I did I wouldn't put actual names etc on the pictures for privacy reasons.
I'm going to aim for weekly updates on Sundays, but we'll have to see how we go with work etc as this one is not fully written like the last. I'm a little under half way through writing it, and so far am sticking quite well to my chapter schedule, so we should be looking at about 32 odd chapters.
Heavy beginning there... if at any point during the story you feel like you all need a little fluff or a break from the angst, just let me know and I'll throw in some PWP and/or scenes with baby Ben. Certainly willing to alter things as people need.
And yes, I am aware that the Notes are longer than the introductory chapter.
Warnings: Sexy times
If you've wondered here by mistake, you may wish to start at Part I of the series, Rarest of the Rare: Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Introduction - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10
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The dark was an old friend in this - the most reliable sort of co-conspirator. London was never quiet, never quite black, but locked away with the curtains pulled tight on their urgent little world; it was as close to isolation and stillness as the city came.
No light was required; he’d filled his eyes with the feast laid out before him as he’d taken the lithe form over and over with whip and cock earlier that day. The night belonged to other senses than sight: the slick feel of sweat coated skin; the salty bitter taste of the same mixed with the evidence of previous activities; and above it all, the pungent heady call of Estrus
The Sub beneath him was struggling: struggling to fight the fatigue beginning to encroach after days of lust filled sex to sate his body One Last Time; struggling to keep his fingers, lovely long fingers, wrapped around the pillow rather than yank on the cuffs binding him there; struggling not to let more than a whimper escape that plush mouth.
“You are so beautiful like this.”
Nails dragged along skin leaving a light stinging trail that wouldn’t even turn red before it disappeared.
“Did you really think you could hide this? That you were beginning your cycle?”
Lips traced over bite marks he knew were littered across the delicate skin. His favourite spot at the juncture of the neck received a fresh anointment, and light though it was, the slight tang of blood let him know he’d reopened the earlier wound.
Some part of his mind was taking note for later, ensuring the taste would be remembered for treatment, but at that time he was far more bestially preoccupied with the taste of skin and sweat and pheromones, glorious pheromones, none of which were sufficiently polluted by the coppery tang to stop his enjoyment.
Nor was the implied pain stopping the Omega from enjoying it, head falling to the side, threat working in a low silent moan.
“You love this.” He dragged his nose over the skin, burying his face in the damp hair behind the Sub’s ear and breathing deeply. “You love my touch. You’d be yelling for it if you could.”
The ball gag didn’t stop all sound and there was a rumble that escaped its confines in agreement. Despite being restrained, the body did an excellent job of writing sexually under him, making its wishes clear.
“Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Words he would never say outside of Estrus, outside this room, dropped easily from his tongue now. “So desperate for my knot. You’re gagging for it. Even with your pretty mouth full and stretched as it is, you can’t stay silent.
“What would you be saying if you could? Begging for it? Screaming? Whimpering as I split you open with it again?”
Even in the dark there was no doubting the way his words were greeted.
“Is this what you want?”
He lowered his body until the top of his cock, just teased against the loose fluttering opening. The body under him rolled, trying to lift itself and capture it, drawing him in. When the move failed, an angry whimper was forced around the gag and the Sub’s body moved forcefully again.
“So demanding.” He chuckled lightly, in the mood to be amused by the wilfulness.
Estrus had released its grip enough to return a small measure of teasing control after days of mindless rut and fuck, though not enough for the memory of this session, this glorious session to be retained.
Pity.
“Is this what you want?” He let his body sway forward, tip just piercing the loose rim, way smoothed by all manner of fluids at this stage of the cycle.
The attempt to pull him deeper was a clear yes.
“Uh uh.” He scolded lightly, denying the move. “Not so easily. If you want this so much,” he ground against the Sub’s rim, “what will you give me for it?”
A plaintive whimper escaped the long throat and the glorious body thrashed in desperation beneath him.
“Behave.”
Beautiful obedience, given through free will, was such a precious gift and he was tempted, so tempted, to take him again just for the gift of that.
He resisted. Barely.
“Good.” He nipped lightly at the vast expanse of skin. “What will you give me for my knot? Your relief?”
The Omega held still and quiet, behaving as requested.
“What will you give me?” He repeated. “A child? I fuck you, knot you, flood you and you’ll carry me a child? How does that sound to you? Fair?”
His Sub held still, taut with the effort.
“Deal accepted.” He purred.
And thrust.
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Next Chapter
Title: Rolling in the DeepSeries: Still Waters (Run Deep) (Part III of IV)
Author: melody_in_time
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through S1 only
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, but they aren't. Nor am I creative enough to have written the song that gave this instalment its title. That belongs to Adele, and whomever else had IP rights along side her.
Author's Notes: To those of you joining us for the first time, go back to Part I, because I promise Part III will NOT make any sense without reading the whole thing. For those who have been with me throughout the posting process, welcome to Part III of IV, Rolling in the Deep. Yes, as in the Adele song. Yes, that can be considered spoiler-y. In fact, you can blame the song for most of the angst you've already suffered through as it inspired an idea for a chapter, and I wrote 300,000 words to get there. Sorry about that. Just be glad I haven't got around to writing anything inspired by Kimbra's Good Intent into the story!
Like last time I'm going to put the warnings up front. All will be relevant at some point in the story, and I'll try and remember to highlight the major ones at the beginnings of the relevant chapters, but just like last time I'm not going to tell you whether they're a major or peripheral events, or whether they happen to our main characters or are relevant to a case/OC. If you have ANY concerns, please feel free to PM me on livejournal and I'm happy to provide one on one spoilers so people can decide in advance whether they want to read, or if they need to skip a particular chapter, etc. I'm going to put the link to my livejournal in the bottom comments. Right, warnings:
Non-con, Dub-con, BDSM, not particularly good practices for BDSM, unplanned pregnancy, abortion, kidnapping, torture, infidelity, biology, child abuse (past), emotional abuse, fertility/conception problems
That's all I can think of at the minute. If something comes up during a chapter that you think needs to be added, just let me know in the comments and I'll add it to the list.
Those of you who have read before will know that I try to put up photos and visual references. I like to work from real life as much as possible, so Mycroft has a real title (though not it's actual holder's history!), and I regularly spend time stalking various actors on the internet to find pictures of them in outfits etc. that I think will be useful. There will also be pictures of rooms, backdrop scenes, etc. When I can, I'll try and link back to the original source of the image, but sometimes it's really old stuff I find on my hard drive and have long lost the link. Upfront disclaimer: NONE OF THE IMAGES ARE MINE. I am not artsy. Further, any images of people used are of random people google spat out when I typed in "Red hair, mid thirties" or the like. I do not know who they are, and even if I did I wouldn't put actual names etc on the pictures for privacy reasons.
I'm going to aim for weekly updates on Sundays, but we'll have to see how we go with work etc as this one is not fully written like the last. I'm a little under half way through writing it, and so far am sticking quite well to my chapter schedule, so we should be looking at about 32 odd chapters.
Heavy beginning there... if at any point during the story you feel like you all need a little fluff or a break from the angst, just let me know and I'll throw in some PWP and/or scenes with baby Ben. Certainly willing to alter things as people need.
And yes, I am aware that the Notes are longer than the introductory chapter.
Warnings: Sexy times
If you've wondered here by mistake, you may wish to start at Part I of the series, Rarest of the Rare: Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Introduction - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10
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The dark was an old friend in this - the most reliable sort of co-conspirator. London was never quiet, never quite black, but locked away with the curtains pulled tight on their urgent little world; it was as close to isolation and stillness as the city came.
No light was required; he’d filled his eyes with the feast laid out before him as he’d taken the lithe form over and over with whip and cock earlier that day. The night belonged to other senses than sight: the slick feel of sweat coated skin; the salty bitter taste of the same mixed with the evidence of previous activities; and above it all, the pungent heady call of Estrus
The Sub beneath him was struggling: struggling to fight the fatigue beginning to encroach after days of lust filled sex to sate his body One Last Time; struggling to keep his fingers, lovely long fingers, wrapped around the pillow rather than yank on the cuffs binding him there; struggling not to let more than a whimper escape that plush mouth.
“You are so beautiful like this.”
Nails dragged along skin leaving a light stinging trail that wouldn’t even turn red before it disappeared.
“Did you really think you could hide this? That you were beginning your cycle?”
Lips traced over bite marks he knew were littered across the delicate skin. His favourite spot at the juncture of the neck received a fresh anointment, and light though it was, the slight tang of blood let him know he’d reopened the earlier wound.
Some part of his mind was taking note for later, ensuring the taste would be remembered for treatment, but at that time he was far more bestially preoccupied with the taste of skin and sweat and pheromones, glorious pheromones, none of which were sufficiently polluted by the coppery tang to stop his enjoyment.
Nor was the implied pain stopping the Omega from enjoying it, head falling to the side, threat working in a low silent moan.
“You love this.” He dragged his nose over the skin, burying his face in the damp hair behind the Sub’s ear and breathing deeply. “You love my touch. You’d be yelling for it if you could.”
The ball gag didn’t stop all sound and there was a rumble that escaped its confines in agreement. Despite being restrained, the body did an excellent job of writing sexually under him, making its wishes clear.
“Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Words he would never say outside of Estrus, outside this room, dropped easily from his tongue now. “So desperate for my knot. You’re gagging for it. Even with your pretty mouth full and stretched as it is, you can’t stay silent.
“What would you be saying if you could? Begging for it? Screaming? Whimpering as I split you open with it again?”
Even in the dark there was no doubting the way his words were greeted.
“Is this what you want?”
He lowered his body until the top of his cock, just teased against the loose fluttering opening. The body under him rolled, trying to lift itself and capture it, drawing him in. When the move failed, an angry whimper was forced around the gag and the Sub’s body moved forcefully again.
“So demanding.” He chuckled lightly, in the mood to be amused by the wilfulness.
Estrus had released its grip enough to return a small measure of teasing control after days of mindless rut and fuck, though not enough for the memory of this session, this glorious session to be retained.
Pity.
“Is this what you want?” He let his body sway forward, tip just piercing the loose rim, way smoothed by all manner of fluids at this stage of the cycle.
The attempt to pull him deeper was a clear yes.
“Uh uh.” He scolded lightly, denying the move. “Not so easily. If you want this so much,” he ground against the Sub’s rim, “what will you give me for it?”
A plaintive whimper escaped the long throat and the glorious body thrashed in desperation beneath him.
“Behave.”
Beautiful obedience, given through free will, was such a precious gift and he was tempted, so tempted, to take him again just for the gift of that.
He resisted. Barely.
“Good.” He nipped lightly at the vast expanse of skin. “What will you give me for my knot? Your relief?”
The Omega held still and quiet, behaving as requested.
“What will you give me?” He repeated. “A child? I fuck you, knot you, flood you and you’ll carry me a child? How does that sound to you? Fair?”
His Sub held still, taut with the effort.
“Deal accepted.” He purred.
And thrust.
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