shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-23 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: double arts |
Spar, Double Arts (Sui/Farran)
Title: Spar
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: Double Arts - Farran/Sui - fighting as foreplay - She should be over it by now, but she isn't--she can't be
Word count: 705
Sometime between when they finally once and for all found the cure for Troi and when she keeled over dead - Sui had never had to be told she'd die hard, she'd been determined from birth to go out in battle - she found him and challenged him to another fight.
He gave her one of those long, expressionless looks he had and then said yes, sighing quietly and setting down his cup. She'd hoped he would, or hoped he wouldn't so she could provoke a fight by popping him one in the jaw, but exhilaration filled her anyway.
See the thing was - Sui wanted to beat him. Sui needed to beat him. How else was she going to get over him? He was the first crushing defeat of her childhood, and a girl doesn't just recover from that.
But maybe need wasn't the right word. She liked sparring with him, she discovered. She loved it in the pit of her stomach and everywhere else adrenaline went. She liked the parry and lunge, loved the way his mouth moved, faint and sharp, when she finally got a blow through. She didn't even mind when his blows connected. The sharp impact and fading bruises made her impatient for days.
She didn't spit on him anymore, and she didn't sulk. She just fought him until he took her to the ground and then she got up, dusted herself off, and found someone else to learn from and pit herself against until she thought it was about time to come back, stick her face in his and grin, all animal cheer. There weren't an awful lot of people who would call her grown up, but Sui had learned more than speed and form.
And every time he would sigh and lever himself to his feet and pad after her, silent and self composed like a big lazy cat.
The first time she really won ground on him - got him to the ground, slammed his shoulders in the dirt; she gave a yell of bright, triumphant laughter and then, because instinct told her that was what you did, fire in your belly and thighs and joy in your throat, she bent and kissed him, sharp and artless and challenging.
His fingers bit into her sides and she dug in her heels even as he lifted his hips, twisted his heels and threw them over. The liquid darkness of his coat fell around them on the ground and she grinned up at them.
He stared at her out of stark black eyes. "You don't even know what it is you're doing," he said flatly, voice cold and full of death'n doom, and Sui smirked at him.
"Sure I do," she said, "I'm winning."
Then she tried to punch him, but when he flowed out of the way she kissed him instead, because it was almost as good, and this time he got involved, which was certainly interesting.
When Elraine talked about this--the actual experience that is, Sui had the practical knowledge and only what you could pry out of the close-mouthed sister--you could practically hear the birds singing and the flowers nodding and the sunlight sparkling off every diamond precious honey-sweet facet of the experience, so Sui had figured that it wasn't for her and contented herself with beating the shit out of people.
But she liked this pretty well. He kissed her almost violently, mouth moving against hers like a fight, teeth sinking in her lip, and his hands hovered over her body at first like he was afraid to touch, alarmed by the prospect, but when he did it wasn't gentle, because she wouldn't let him.
Her hair got pulled at first, and then he sat her up--startling her, because at that point she was half-naked and writhing commanding under him--to pull it out of the way over their shoulders, and then she straddled his thighs and pulled his hair and took him like that, his fingers bruising her thighs.
She didn't know if she could like it better than fighting, but it was just similar enough and just different enough to ride that line to perfection.
When it was over, and he was almost-trembling beneath her like an animal, dark eyes wide and velvet, trying to talk, her name rasping--
Sui wasn't a big fan of extraneous talking. She knocked him over, slid off of him, and threw an arm and a leg over his body. They were on grass, in the shadow of a tree. It would be fine.
She yawned, tongue curling and back arching, and settled into his animal warmth. If something bad happened, she'd kill it. Until then, she was talking a nap.