shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-15 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: lost in space, november 14, p: penny/west |
not alone, Lost in Space (Major West/Penny)
Title: not alone
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: Lost in Space (movieverse) - Major West/Penny - touch starved - She'll take whatever she can get.
Word count: 627
Things came to a head because they had to. Because Penny was tired of distant looks and no-touching and the cold of being alone in space, no matter how polite your companions were. And because she was so skin-hungry it ached under her skin, deeply cold, and she didn't like it, never would, and just wanted it to *end*.
She found him in his bunk when everyone else was asleep, and he woke up when she straddled him.
"Haven't you got better things to do than sleep?" She asked briskly, blinking up at him. The split second it had taken him to ascertain she was harmless still left her pinned under him, a not-entirely-unpleasant experience. Penny was feeling pretty cheerful about it, actually.
West blinked down at her for a long, bemused moment. "Don't you have better things to do than be harassing me in my sleep?" He asked. But he didn't roll off of her.
Penny might have been young when she left Earth and all available hormone-outlets, but she wasn't *stupid*. She knew what to do, and she really *liked* the way wriggling against him made his pupils dilate. "Come on, Major," she said--and she kept her voice bright, but she saw his eyes narrow. "While away the time."
"Goddamnit Penny--" He rolled off her then, and she promptly rolled on top of him again.
"You're alone," she observed, somewhat unnecessarily. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, not anymore. But basically? You're alone, I'm alone, why not make the best of it? And don't even *say* anything about the age difference." She rolled her eyes, deftly throwing on the mask of a very young scorn.
"Penny," he growled, and that was a definite rasp because she'd been rocking against him all this time.
"That's an order," she said, dryly, and his hands locked over her hips.
"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing," he said, softer but no less harsh.
"I'm trying to get you to touch me," she explained calmly, her own voice dropping. It didn't shake, it *didn't*, she had more control than that, but he saw something in her face anyway, she could read it plain as day in her eyes. And he stared at her like he could read the secrets of the universe on the back of her skull, and she squirmed closer, and he--he--
He *kissed* her, finally, so soon she thought maybe he'd been having the same hurt, and his hand was sure on her back of her head, callouses rubbing against her skin and oh *boy* older guys were definitely the way to go.
Under all the bravado, something cracked deep inside. Crying would totally throw him off this forever, so she swallowed it down and opened her mouth instead, kissing him deep and hard, her hands at the fastenings on his suit, investigating. You felt them over first, because otherwise you fumbled and looked like a dumbass, whereas investigation could be passed off as stroking.
And then she peeled him open and he made a noise, deep in his throat, and rolled them over. And *finally*, she didn't have to do everything. Somebody--well, took charge was a bad word. Who wanted to be taken charge of. But had *initiative*, that was a great neutral sounding word, clinical, dad would blow his top if he--
His fingers slid between her thighs and she thrashed, hearing raw throaty sounds she never thought would come from herself, and he cursed thickly and said, "jesus, Penny," and it was really okay if it got him to use that tone of voice.
"You're such a--" She managed, but she was stammering, and she dug her heels into the back of his legs, and she thought maybe this was okay. (maybe it was great) Maybe this would keep her alive--and sane--just a little bit longer.