shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-18 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: fantastic four, march 17, p: silver surfer/sue storm |
F4: Silver Surfer, Sue Storm/Silver Surfer
Title: Starcross
Author: shiegra
Fandom: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Pairing: Sue Storm/Silver Surfer
Rating: R
A/N: I almost said something about coming in peace for the title but beat it down with my 'attempt at good taste' brainstick. This is a bit late, which I hope is allowed, and I feel like I didn't give the prompt justice, but eeeeeh.
Prompt: March 17: - Fantastic Four (Movie), Sue/Silver Surfer: first contact/alien sex - “upside down”
His skin has regained the liquidly metallic shimmer of before; Sue should know, her cheek is pressed against it, hand flattened against what would be pectoral muscle on anything human. Her body is still twitching with electric aftereffects; the hit was brief, but shocking, and she had been too stunned by the sudden betrayal to lash back or protect herself.
He must have left incredible havoc behind him. She shivers against him, cradled in the security of his grip, and breathes.
They slow over the foothills of a mountain and he slides her down his body, but does not allow her feet to touch the board. "You are..."
Sue swallows. "I'm alright." She keeps her voice gentle, lets him support her weight, and touches her toes to the tops of his feet, which lets her feel like she's supporting a little of her own weight. "Are you?"
"Yes." He says, and leaves it at that.
She licks her lips. "I'm glad."
He's studying her, those strange and intense silver eyes, and after a moment he shakes his head. "You are careless." He tells her. One hand lifts to touch her face; his skin is curious, like supple old leather, and he smells like....ozone, maybe, or some deep dark scent that triggers her backbrain into thoughts of endless midnight space when there was no comprehension and only infinity.
"I didn't..." She flounders for words, shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I never intended for you to be hurt." She touches his chest again, flattening her hand against his strange silky skin. "I didn't mean..."
He lowers his head to hers and she freezes. His eyes still seem darker than they were, shadowed with pain. He seems so human--his face, his motions, his low pained voice. He is very close.
"You are..." He does not finish, but presses his face to hers, his cheek alongside her cheek. Her breath is shallowly and completely controlled, but her heart goes like a jackhammer in her chest.
"I remember touch." He says, deep and sad, voice vibrating against her in a curiously human sensation. "Very distantly."
When he kisses her, his lips are cool and smooth. Sue parts her own, mindless, and her hands tighten, nails digging into his chest.
He makes a sound, low and soft, and pulls her closer. The air hums around them, building pressure, and he holds her like he would like to be gentle but cannot, convulsive and inhuman strength.
When he touches her, fingers between her thighs, a touch of strange normality in the awkward way his arm fits between them, she cries out. She is the air, the gathering storm; wind whips her hair around her face. Her control is slipping, but he holds her easily, lets them be tossed and guided like a leaf in the rising slipstreams of her pleasure.
When he slides inside of her, she thinks they may be upside down; she moves against him, caught firmly, and her fingers clutch at the silver curve of shoulder, the smooth slope from head to the muscled planes of his back. Her body arched and they are moving together.
He feels like condensed power against her, singing and utterly unhuman, inside her, and she can only gasp for breath and ride the force out to the end.