Katy (leviathanmirror) wrote in forsakengardens, @ 2009-05-11 00:04:00 |
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Fiction Post #2
Entries from porn_battle, as such, they're all porn.
Title: Not Just Anyone
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing: Ivy/Viktor
Series: Lackadaisy
Ivy always lets the boys she toys with down gently with an honest, “it’s not you, it’s me.” While the boys are fun to dance with and to talk with, they are never meant to be long term partners. She isn’t ready for long term just yet.
Tonight one of the boys calls her on it. Calls her a vamp and a quiff and a shameful woman, she lets it hurt her in spite of herself. She does her best to pretend it doesn’t anyway but with no dance partner she doesn’t see much reason to stay and says her goodnights to Miss M and the others.
She runs into Viktor in the Little Daisy proper and for a full minute he just looks down at her. Then he tells her in his stilted English that the boy is wrong.
Absently, she wonders how he overheard and what he did to the boy. It’s the half-panicked look on his face that makes her realize she’s crying and somewhere between hurt and amused she asks if he hurt the boy for her.
He tells her, incredulous but serious, that he broke both of his arms and both of his legs. And she reaches up, pressing one of her too small hands to his cheek and her mouth to his because not just anyone will break all of someone’s limbs because they hurt her.
She’s not surprised when he kisses back. It does not occur to her, as her hands explore arms and chest and hips, that this would prove the boy right. It’s Viktor and Viktor is special. He’s not one of her boys, she doesn’t toy with Viktor. The meaning of this train of thought is lost on her as one large hand cups her bottom, pushing her against him and pulling her up into his kiss.
She doesn’t think to be ashamed when he strips her of her dress and undergarments in the middle of the Little Daisy. He’s marking her neck with his teeth and tongue, his free hand branding her back with his sharp-nailed grip and she doesn’t care where they are.
It’s the rough material of his shirt against her sensitive skin and the press of his erection through even rougher pants that drives her from the content of his hold to fumble with his suspenders. She yanks at them until the little clips come undone, first the back then the front. She leaves them on the floor with her dress and moves for his shirt, slender fingers pulling at it until it comes loose and she can slide her hands underneath.
She searches out scars she knows he has, hands rough as she follows memory of seeing him wounded, mouth and tongue just as rough when she lifts his shirt to taste. She bites at a raw puckered looking one on his side and delights in his half-growled, “dievka” in response. Mouth still learning his scars, she presses one hand against his erection, biting again when he leans into her touch.
He’s saying, “Enough, dievka” as he lifts her and she wraps her legs around him to support herself. He frees one hand, presses it between her legs; her fingers curl reflexively, digging sharp nails into the scarred skin of his back at his touch.
He takes her against a wall with surprising gentleness. She holds him to her with arms and legs and hopes in a lightheaded sort of way that this doesn’t hurt his knees because she’d really like to do this again.
Title: Wasted Afternoon
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing: Aerith/Yuffie/Tifa
Series: Final Fantasy VII
She kisses softly in a circle around Yuffie’s bruised side, flicks her tongue across tanned skinned. Her mouth accompanies the gentle touch of healing magic, soothing even as the scrape of teeth on flesh excites. Her fingers trail slowly around the teenager’s clit, deliberately not touching; Tifa’s hand is beneath her own, fingers following the same pattern of avoidance. The younger woman’s mouth covers Yuffie’s, quieting already soft cries.
The grass beneath them tickles skin, the air is cool, promising rain. They waste the afternoon together and let Cloud believe they’re late because it takes girls longer to fight monsters.
Title: Sweet Tea
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing: Yuffie/Vincent
Series: Final Fantasy VII
“I’ve never liked sugar in my tea,” she tells him, leaning forward to investigate this anomaly. Her lips press against his without force, he parts his for her, lets her taste the sweetness from his mouth. She takes his allowance of the kiss and makes in into an invitation. Her hands grip his hair, titling his head back as she goes from leaning into him to straddling his lap; from below him to above him. Aroused, he curls his hands around the backs of her thighs, long pale fingers and sharp metallic digits digging into the inside of her thighs.
She forces his head back further, escalating the kiss from insistent to crushing. The guttural sound he makes in response is rewarded with a bruising bite to his lower lip and a sweet smile, mouth just touching his as she breaks away. “I like sugar in your tea,” she tells him, her smile turning wicked as she slides from his grip to press her slight body against his. He immediately misses having her above him.
“Spread your legs more,” she orders him, sounding almost distracted as she adjusts her grip on his shoulders and pushes her hips down.
He doesn’t need the command, his body already reacting to the desire for contact, but it arouses him further; nearly as much as her grinding against him. And she does grind against him, her body sliding up and down, rough and rhythmic. He cups her ass with both hands, holding her harder against him; she makes a sound that’s half gasp and half sigh when he presses her into him.
They never get around to taking their clothes off.
“It’s just as well,” she says afterwards, still breathless, “you can finish your sweet tea this way.”