→ [Fic] Black Ice 25.0
Note: This chapter's ideas and construction were a collaboration between Nivi and me. Please also note this chapter is NSFW.
Black Ice
-25-
Yeah. Ashelin liked it rough. Almost everyone knew that about her. If they didn’t know it, it was almost obvious from just looking at her. Ashelin didn’t give off the impression that she was the sweet and nice type. In fact, the more it hurt, the better it was. When she’d told Phoenix before, she’d said that she didn’t have to hold back. She could really be herself. That was assuming the raw Ashelin was really the one with the frigid composure.
She eyed Phoenix skeptically, “I told you that before, not that you’d remember.” Then she tried to give his offer good thought, “A challenge. Tell me more and I might accept.”
As his hand clenched her, her breath hitched. That was a little unfair. She was the one with the claws and teeth. She was the one who left marks in others and made them hers. Why was he pulling this? Why was he trying? It was like some kind of torment that Ashelin wasn’t sure she wanted to give into.
“Do you think you can hold still as I remove your clothes?” Phoenix murmured. His head inclined and he pulled his lips across her jaw.
Phoenix had always been the tempting sort. He was the one who flirted with all of the women. He was the charmer, the man who laid the traps and instead of waiting for her to fall into them, he simply pulled her in. Before him, she thought she’d been completely unstoppable. Then he had to come along with his tender fucking and appeal to the side of Ashelin that was constantly ignored.
It made it very difficult to turn him down, especially when he decided to play on her particular likes.
She adjusted ever so slightly, just to leave inches between them, “Go on. I’m listening. Do I have any other incentive besides a handsome man undressing me?”
The glint within his eyes returned as he withdrew enough to look at her. He left one hand upon her and the other pulled the fabric of his vest between thumb and forefinger, “What if I were to offer you the same in return?” His eyebrows lifted, “…However you desire?”
That was the winning mark. So many times she’d wanted to rip into him, just to tear everything from his body. She always stopped herself, mindful of the first time they’d chosen to meet under sheets.
“The vest has to come off first.”
“You old-fashioned fool.”
Still, she’d liked every moment of it. Giving her permission to do what she constantly prevented herself from doing was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.
“I think,” she began dryly, “that I can handle that.”
“Then by all means, let the challenge begin.”
He grabbed, he pulled, and he marred her with something that would be temporary. Half of her hated that he knew exactly what to do to test her discipline and self-control. Phoenix had already laid the rules down for her. She could make any sound she wanted, would need to cooperate if he was to undress her, but she was not to pull away from him, and she was not to push forward.
“Can I touch you?” she’d asked.
“No,” Phoenix had replied, but not without a devilish grin in his voice. “Save it up for when it’s your turn.”
And it was then that she hated the game they were playing because she wasn’t positive she’d win. Ashelin never liked playing anything unless she was the one who came out on top. Each time with Phoenix, save perhaps a couple, he’d managed to get her under him, which constantly infuriated her. He had taught her something however. That having sex, making love, screwing, fucking, whatever you’d call it, wasn’t all about dominance. There was a form of give and take and Ashelin wasn’t good at that. She was always more interested in what she could draw out of him.
Giving in, letting him win, it was all the same as letting him too close. It was the same for each attempt to lovingly touch her ears and to stroke her coils of red. That was what Ashelin defined as intimacy. She could push herself onto any man and it didn’t have to mean anything. If nothing ever lasted and each moment could be the only one of its kind, people tended to forgo feelings of the heart and just listened to the fire in the loins.
Phoenix enjoyed pushing her, likely knowing exactly how foreign it was to her.
Not so many words passed between them. Most of it was silent pleas for more as Phoenix reacquainted himself with her body. She fidgeted, a hand upon herself to not give into his ministrations. A challenge indeed. As usual, she didn’t give him enough credit. Even younger, he would constantly find ways to torture her. He was no average man, no matter how much she wanted to think he was. Phoenix was something special.
But then he did something amazing. He willingly gave Ashelin a loophole.
“It doesn’t count,” he murmured, lips brushing over an erect nipple, “if it’s my hand doing the touching.”
He offered her his hand and placed his wrist within her grasp. She could stop fiddling with the blue strap of her thong, no matter how enticing it’d been to watch. Ashelin was attentive, however, and a keen observer. She knew he wanted to be the one familiar with how her form was shaped and the way her clothes hung upon her. To simply hand it over… That was too easy.
With an achingly slow pace, she pulled his hand over her ribcage and then allowed him to do as he pleased when she guided his fingers to her hip. He pressed into her skin, gentle at first and then harder. She stared, mesmerized by the way he touched her, the way even when he was rough he still managed to take great care. He constantly treated her as though she was something special, some kind of precious treasure.
It was probably that way with every woman.
That thought and others like it vanished when his teeth suddenly clamped down onto her flesh. He nipped and bit, making a trail of red and pink over her chest, across her stomach, and to the hip opposite of the one he played with. The free hand unclasped the buckle beneath the stone of red and a painful contrast to his casual pacing, he pulled harshly on her pants, revealing slender and well-toned thighs.
“I admire your self-control.”
They were remarkably soft words. Ashelin wasn’t even sure what he meant by it all. Her head was swimming and she knew well enough that whatever self-contrl she’d had was long gone. In the moment, she was clinging to the last of that stubborn pride. That’s all it was.
What she’d give to reach her hands into his hair and just yank…
“Is… that so?” she murmured.
And he smiled a very knowing smile, “Yes. You have met my challenge and are surpassing it with an aplomb that I can only hope to emulate as well.”
As he rested his lips to the inner of her thigh, she bit back a shudder, held it, embraced it, and did all she could to keep it to herself. That was endearingly dangerous. Ashelin didn’t let men come that close to her. Not unless it was under her terms. She was the one beneath his hands. She had let him have control, knowing fully well that anything could have come up. It wasn’t half as surprising as the occasional Metal Head ambush, she guessed.
Even Ashelin Praxis had her limits, though, and Phoenix was very close to seeing the end of that rope.
“Playing with me is one thing. Taking advantage of me is another. Remember that you’re the one under my jurisdiction. Not the other way around,” she softly growled.
He idly traced designs against her hip. Each touch made the pride she coveted waver. “If you have a command to issue, Captain, give it and I will obey. I won’t take advantage of you… unless you specifically want it.”
Ashelin eyed him closely, so closely that she paid special attention to each line of his face. If she had to gauge his sincerity, she had to admit that he wasn’t holding anything back. He understood her position well enough.
“I am curious to see the rest of your plan, of your ploy, of your ruse. Share it with me and I will share something with you.”
Outrageously amused by her response, his eyes glimmered, “Pirates are just as much explorers as anything else. Seeking out riches in places the eye does not normally see. Having found such a place, I would not be a pirate if I did not explore its depths.” His hand tugged down the strip of fabric that hid her away from him, “The only thing that will stop me is the command of my captain.”
He looked up at her in silent admiration, the sort of look that so easily reflected in his stare, “Or does she encourage the pursuit of my goal?”
As he waited, she cycled through the various ideas and responses she could have given. The very normal Ashelin, the one who she had been before the Elegante, would have roughly pulled him in and told him to finish the damn job. She had begun to soften over time, however, and suddenly that kind of reaction wasn’t such a priority.
“You’ve got my permission,” she found herself replying. To reassure him, she slipped her hand into his dark hair, and drew fingertips along his hairline.
It was all the encouragement he would need and she knew it very well. It was entirely the reason she’d done it. He closed in and as his lips tentatively pressed to her, he gave her a much-deserved squeeze. She still had his hand. Then he spoke against her skin.
“Do you want to continue to stand like this? …Or would you prefer to lie down?”
Cold chills climbed their way up her spine and while her response seemed nonchalant, it was far from, “…Hm. Anything. Everything. Either, or. Don’t think I’m concerned about the nature of my room.”
“Then lay down,” he purred at her affectionately, pulling his teeth across her. “And I promise you, it will be worth it.”
Of course it would be. Everything with Phoenix became worth it. She’d never said such, didn’t have plans to ever do such a thing, but it was still true. The fact remained that she enjoyed every moment with the man. Even looking back to their fights, she’d loved those too, mostly because quarrels had brought them closer together.
“Why don’t you help me,” except it wasn’t a question. Ashelin was trying to be tongue-in-cheek about ordering him around. She lowered her hand, drew it over his shoulder and used him as support. “Help me and I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He obliged with an expression that said he was only too pleased. It wasn’t easy to determine how genuine he was being. Sometimes the uncertainty crept over her and she humored it for a few moments. As his fingers danced their way down her legs to remove her boots and pants, she forgot all about them. Peeling the last article from her, his lips met her first, and then his tongue.
And that tongue…
Like an allicat with a precious saucer of cream, Phoenix lapped away, savored every moment, and reminded her that although it could be fleeting, the minutes, the hours, and the days were theirs and theirs alone.
Up until white washed absolutely everything away.
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Black Ice
-25-
Yeah. Ashelin liked it rough. Almost everyone knew that about her. If they didn’t know it, it was almost obvious from just looking at her. Ashelin didn’t give off the impression that she was the sweet and nice type. In fact, the more it hurt, the better it was. When she’d told Phoenix before, she’d said that she didn’t have to hold back. She could really be herself. That was assuming the raw Ashelin was really the one with the frigid composure.
She eyed Phoenix skeptically, “I told you that before, not that you’d remember.” Then she tried to give his offer good thought, “A challenge. Tell me more and I might accept.”
As his hand clenched her, her breath hitched. That was a little unfair. She was the one with the claws and teeth. She was the one who left marks in others and made them hers. Why was he pulling this? Why was he trying? It was like some kind of torment that Ashelin wasn’t sure she wanted to give into.
“Do you think you can hold still as I remove your clothes?” Phoenix murmured. His head inclined and he pulled his lips across her jaw.
Phoenix had always been the tempting sort. He was the one who flirted with all of the women. He was the charmer, the man who laid the traps and instead of waiting for her to fall into them, he simply pulled her in. Before him, she thought she’d been completely unstoppable. Then he had to come along with his tender fucking and appeal to the side of Ashelin that was constantly ignored.
It made it very difficult to turn him down, especially when he decided to play on her particular likes.
She adjusted ever so slightly, just to leave inches between them, “Go on. I’m listening. Do I have any other incentive besides a handsome man undressing me?”
The glint within his eyes returned as he withdrew enough to look at her. He left one hand upon her and the other pulled the fabric of his vest between thumb and forefinger, “What if I were to offer you the same in return?” His eyebrows lifted, “…However you desire?”
That was the winning mark. So many times she’d wanted to rip into him, just to tear everything from his body. She always stopped herself, mindful of the first time they’d chosen to meet under sheets.
“The vest has to come off first.”
“You old-fashioned fool.”
Still, she’d liked every moment of it. Giving her permission to do what she constantly prevented herself from doing was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.
“I think,” she began dryly, “that I can handle that.”
“Then by all means, let the challenge begin.”
He grabbed, he pulled, and he marred her with something that would be temporary. Half of her hated that he knew exactly what to do to test her discipline and self-control. Phoenix had already laid the rules down for her. She could make any sound she wanted, would need to cooperate if he was to undress her, but she was not to pull away from him, and she was not to push forward.
“Can I touch you?” she’d asked.
“No,” Phoenix had replied, but not without a devilish grin in his voice. “Save it up for when it’s your turn.”
And it was then that she hated the game they were playing because she wasn’t positive she’d win. Ashelin never liked playing anything unless she was the one who came out on top. Each time with Phoenix, save perhaps a couple, he’d managed to get her under him, which constantly infuriated her. He had taught her something however. That having sex, making love, screwing, fucking, whatever you’d call it, wasn’t all about dominance. There was a form of give and take and Ashelin wasn’t good at that. She was always more interested in what she could draw out of him.
Giving in, letting him win, it was all the same as letting him too close. It was the same for each attempt to lovingly touch her ears and to stroke her coils of red. That was what Ashelin defined as intimacy. She could push herself onto any man and it didn’t have to mean anything. If nothing ever lasted and each moment could be the only one of its kind, people tended to forgo feelings of the heart and just listened to the fire in the loins.
Phoenix enjoyed pushing her, likely knowing exactly how foreign it was to her.
Not so many words passed between them. Most of it was silent pleas for more as Phoenix reacquainted himself with her body. She fidgeted, a hand upon herself to not give into his ministrations. A challenge indeed. As usual, she didn’t give him enough credit. Even younger, he would constantly find ways to torture her. He was no average man, no matter how much she wanted to think he was. Phoenix was something special.
But then he did something amazing. He willingly gave Ashelin a loophole.
“It doesn’t count,” he murmured, lips brushing over an erect nipple, “if it’s my hand doing the touching.”
He offered her his hand and placed his wrist within her grasp. She could stop fiddling with the blue strap of her thong, no matter how enticing it’d been to watch. Ashelin was attentive, however, and a keen observer. She knew he wanted to be the one familiar with how her form was shaped and the way her clothes hung upon her. To simply hand it over… That was too easy.
With an achingly slow pace, she pulled his hand over her ribcage and then allowed him to do as he pleased when she guided his fingers to her hip. He pressed into her skin, gentle at first and then harder. She stared, mesmerized by the way he touched her, the way even when he was rough he still managed to take great care. He constantly treated her as though she was something special, some kind of precious treasure.
It was probably that way with every woman.
That thought and others like it vanished when his teeth suddenly clamped down onto her flesh. He nipped and bit, making a trail of red and pink over her chest, across her stomach, and to the hip opposite of the one he played with. The free hand unclasped the buckle beneath the stone of red and a painful contrast to his casual pacing, he pulled harshly on her pants, revealing slender and well-toned thighs.
“I admire your self-control.”
They were remarkably soft words. Ashelin wasn’t even sure what he meant by it all. Her head was swimming and she knew well enough that whatever self-contrl she’d had was long gone. In the moment, she was clinging to the last of that stubborn pride. That’s all it was.
What she’d give to reach her hands into his hair and just yank…
“Is… that so?” she murmured.
And he smiled a very knowing smile, “Yes. You have met my challenge and are surpassing it with an aplomb that I can only hope to emulate as well.”
As he rested his lips to the inner of her thigh, she bit back a shudder, held it, embraced it, and did all she could to keep it to herself. That was endearingly dangerous. Ashelin didn’t let men come that close to her. Not unless it was under her terms. She was the one beneath his hands. She had let him have control, knowing fully well that anything could have come up. It wasn’t half as surprising as the occasional Metal Head ambush, she guessed.
Even Ashelin Praxis had her limits, though, and Phoenix was very close to seeing the end of that rope.
“Playing with me is one thing. Taking advantage of me is another. Remember that you’re the one under my jurisdiction. Not the other way around,” she softly growled.
He idly traced designs against her hip. Each touch made the pride she coveted waver. “If you have a command to issue, Captain, give it and I will obey. I won’t take advantage of you… unless you specifically want it.”
Ashelin eyed him closely, so closely that she paid special attention to each line of his face. If she had to gauge his sincerity, she had to admit that he wasn’t holding anything back. He understood her position well enough.
“I am curious to see the rest of your plan, of your ploy, of your ruse. Share it with me and I will share something with you.”
Outrageously amused by her response, his eyes glimmered, “Pirates are just as much explorers as anything else. Seeking out riches in places the eye does not normally see. Having found such a place, I would not be a pirate if I did not explore its depths.” His hand tugged down the strip of fabric that hid her away from him, “The only thing that will stop me is the command of my captain.”
He looked up at her in silent admiration, the sort of look that so easily reflected in his stare, “Or does she encourage the pursuit of my goal?”
As he waited, she cycled through the various ideas and responses she could have given. The very normal Ashelin, the one who she had been before the Elegante, would have roughly pulled him in and told him to finish the damn job. She had begun to soften over time, however, and suddenly that kind of reaction wasn’t such a priority.
“You’ve got my permission,” she found herself replying. To reassure him, she slipped her hand into his dark hair, and drew fingertips along his hairline.
It was all the encouragement he would need and she knew it very well. It was entirely the reason she’d done it. He closed in and as his lips tentatively pressed to her, he gave her a much-deserved squeeze. She still had his hand. Then he spoke against her skin.
“Do you want to continue to stand like this? …Or would you prefer to lie down?”
Cold chills climbed their way up her spine and while her response seemed nonchalant, it was far from, “…Hm. Anything. Everything. Either, or. Don’t think I’m concerned about the nature of my room.”
“Then lay down,” he purred at her affectionately, pulling his teeth across her. “And I promise you, it will be worth it.”
Of course it would be. Everything with Phoenix became worth it. She’d never said such, didn’t have plans to ever do such a thing, but it was still true. The fact remained that she enjoyed every moment with the man. Even looking back to their fights, she’d loved those too, mostly because quarrels had brought them closer together.
“Why don’t you help me,” except it wasn’t a question. Ashelin was trying to be tongue-in-cheek about ordering him around. She lowered her hand, drew it over his shoulder and used him as support. “Help me and I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He obliged with an expression that said he was only too pleased. It wasn’t easy to determine how genuine he was being. Sometimes the uncertainty crept over her and she humored it for a few moments. As his fingers danced their way down her legs to remove her boots and pants, she forgot all about them. Peeling the last article from her, his lips met her first, and then his tongue.
And that tongue…
Like an allicat with a precious saucer of cream, Phoenix lapped away, savored every moment, and reminded her that although it could be fleeting, the minutes, the hours, and the days were theirs and theirs alone.
Up until white washed absolutely everything away.
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