Many (show_of_hands) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-30 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, faye valentine, merle dixon |
Who: Merle Dixon & Faye Valentine
What: Comfort and sex
When: July 1, let's say.
Where: Faye's place.
Rating: NC-17, sexings, trigger warning for amputation, violence
Status: Complete
Merle Dixon considered himself to be a strong man. He was a soldier, he’d beaten addiction and just the previous day Merle had torn a bunch of aliens to pieces. Walking up to Faye’s door, though, he felt like less than a man. His left hand had been bitten off entirely by a thin, 7-foot medusa, and he still felt the stump itch.
The stump. Jesus Christ.
He hesitated outside her door. The creatures had dispersed mostly, and the doctors had wanted to keep him in. Merle had told them no, he didn’t need any help, he’d take a prescrip o’ painkillers and be on his way. People had worse injuries, and the screaming was too much. So he was here, hoping she wouldn’t recoil entirely. “Faye,” he spoke, knocking on her door. It was odd to use her name, he usually went with pet names. “Faye, it’s Merle.”
It was odd to hear her name from him too and to hear it in his voice but without the confident arrogance that usually came with it. That was something that needed rectifying. Opening the door she ushered him inside and closed the door before wrapping her arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry” she told him before pulling back to kiss him. Sweeter than they’d ever kissed before. They may not be in a relationship but she cared about him and was upset that he had been hurt.
Normally he’d have pushed her through the door by now and taken her, but instead he remained perfectly still. He let her hang off him by the neck. “Least it was my left. And I killed the one who took my hand,” said Merle, beginning to move into the apartment. He decided to try and make light of things. “Well, it had a good run. In these last couple months, absolutely.”
“Damn right you killed it” she told him, “Hardest man I know, always will be” She followed him into the apartment, “Do you need anything? Does it hurt?” she asked, concerned.
“Nah, it’s pretty numb now. Gets itchy sometimes,” said Merle, sitting down at the kitchen table. “C’mere.” He patted his knee, asking her to sit. “You been staying safe?”
Faye sat willingly, one arm around his neck while the other traced patterns on his arms and chest. "Of course, missed my bodyguard last couple of nights though. A girl gets awful scared on her own" she knew that he knew very little scared Faye but she had gotten used to him being around. And this way she could say it without saying it.
“Well, you got me around now,” said Merle. His remaining hand travelled up her back. “Probably gonna have to postpone my chef career, though.”
“I do have you now” Faye smiled her hand sliding into his hair, “I can think of much better careers for you” she added before kissing him.
“Yeah?” he asked, resting his stump on the edge of the table. “Can’t imagine a lot of people are lookin’ to hire Captain Hook. ‘Cept maybe for piracy.”
"Hey" Faye frowned, "You're still you" she told him, bringing her own hand to rest gently on the stump, "This doesn't change that, you'll learn and you'll adapt because you're still an incredible guy"
Merle nodded. “I am pretty awesome,” he said, allowing his usual mask to slip into place. He grinned and pulled her more into his lap.
Faye could tell he was masking his true feelings and she didn't like it. They were friends, good friends, and she wanted him to feel free to talk to her. But they were Merle and Faye so they didn't do much emotional talking, except in the throes of passion anyway. "Very much so" she agreed happy to be pulled closer, "I am here for you, whenever you need or want me" she told him kissing his neck.
Pleased that she didn’t prod him, he lifted his arms around her. He pressed his stump to the small of her back and his remaining hand to paw at her breasts. “Guess my leftover hand needs to do the job for two,” smirked Merle.
"Oh I'm sure it can do a grand job, its already doing pretty well" she told him, her nipples already hardening as she bit his shoulder before running her tongue over his skin.
“Could always use some help, though,” he said. Merle swept his hand down to her waist, lifting her just a little so he could bury his face in her plentiful cleavage.
Faye laughed and wrapping her arms around his neck kept herself up for him. His rough skin felt nice against her breasts and she knew her low cut tops were her favourite for a reason. "Well I'm not going to complain about that"
Merle smiled, feeling better. It could’ve been worse; he could’ve had his dick bitten off. As the rising in his trousers proved, that wasn’t the case. He began to kiss down the firmness of her breasts in a way that was more tender than he ever had before. Merle’s hand wove through her dark, soft hair appreciatively.
The tenderness was different, not better or worse just different to his usual style. She wasn’t complaining though, it was nice and as long as it was taking his mind off things it was all for the good. She sighed as he kissed her and leaned her head into his hand.
Merle bit down on the rim of her top, pulling the fabric away from her breasts, trying to find out where she was wearing some kind of bra under there.
Faye grinned as she brought her hands to the front fastening of her bra undoing it for him before placing her arms back round him, fingers once more returning to his nape.
“You have fantastic fuckin’ tits,” he said dumbly, like a struck teenager, lowering his head to capture a nipple in his mouth.
“Thank you” Faye laughed in a delighted way which turned into a moan as his lips found her already hard nipples, “You have a fantastic way with them yourself” she told him, hands tightening on him.
He nibbled and bit, abandoning all previous tenderness to grow harsher and more forceful. He lifted his head away from her breasts to kiss her.
Faye responded immediately to his rougher handling, gasping into his mouth as they kissed and straddling his lap properly so she could feel his cock pressing against her core through their clothing.
Merle stood up suddenly, taking her with them and swinging her around so her back hit the wall. He reached down and undid his belt, all the while grunting in arousal before pulling her into another searing kiss. “You my little slut, huh?” he uttered in a low, raspy whisper, his hand leaving his belt to slip below her pantyline. His stump pressed against her breasts.
“Mmmm I am” Faye replied, “Always your little slut” she moaned as he touched her. She moved her own hands down to his belt pulling it away and undoing his trousers. As eager to touch him as he was her.
He put all his strength into holding her up; there was little he could do with a stump. But he was making the most of his remaining hand. Enjoying the feeling of her nipples against his skin, he pushed up against her more and soon she had freed his cock. Merle simply fucked her. There was no gentle or tender touch, no easing it, just a straight wet shove into her soaking cunt.
Faye helped as much as he needed without coddling, he was strong and losing his hand really didn’t change that. She still enjoyed the feel of his skin against her nipples whether it was stump or hand, she wasn’t the type of woman to shy away.
She cried out as he shoved into her and clutched at him, her back pressed against the wall as she rode him as well as she could in this position. “Oh god, yes Merle” she gasped breathlessly.
Merle pounded into her relentlessly, feeling himself grow inside of her as his grip on her ass tightened. Only his grip and her legs kept them standing. Her voice, her little squeals and throaty moans, pushed him further.
Faye couldn’t help making so many noises, he pulled them from her so easily especially like this the fast, rough sex that he was so very very good at. Her head tipped backwards, back arching as he kept going, her own body becoming more and more responsive.
He placed his forehead against hers, resting it a little, as he fucked her mercilessly. She took away all thoughts of the stump, the pain, phantom sensation.
Merle wrapped his thick arm around her waist and with a heave swung them both around and onto the kitchen table. A vase tumbled to the floor and he entered her again, hearing the creak of the table beneath them.
She kissed him softly, the action seeming at odds with the intense fucking they were doing yet not entirely out of place.
Faye laughed delightedly as he swung them around before crying out as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she moved her hips in time with his, not entirely sure the table would hold them but not really caring right then.
He moved up and within her; her skin was as slick and hot as the inside of her cunt. Their sweat melded. Merle kissed her hard, and the sudden softness of her kiss surprised him. He felt a tug down in his chest, and slowed down a little. Then he slowed down more, savouring her.
Faye smiled as he slowed, enjoying the different sensations. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing along his jaw and down his neck, occasionally scraping her teeth along his sweat slicked skin.
Merle suddenly felt himself getting close, but held back. He reached down with his hand to play with her cunt just as he withdrew, his fingers urging their way inside her. It was getting harder to hold himself back, especially as his cock pushed against her inner thigh and his mouth moved down to once again push between her large tits.
Faye cried out as his fingers entered her, she held his head to her breasts his roughness feeling good against her overheating skin. "Fuck me, please" she begged close to release but wanting him inside her when she came.
Merle wasn’t one to refuse a lady’s request. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit down at the same moment he thrust deep inside of her. Merle withdrew and came on her belly, before slamming back inside, still hard.
When he slammed into her a second time it triggered Faye’s orgasm and her body arched up as she came hard around him. Her hands held him to her as she slowly regained her senses, “Amazing man” she panted out kissing him deeply before her head dropped backwards.
“I am pretty great,” said Merle between heavy breaths, suddenly feeling his age as he rested his forehead against the slope of her neck. “Thanks, y’know, for not...getting weirded out and all.”
“You don’t need to thank me for that” Faye told him, taking his stump gently in her hand and resting it against her breast stroking softly up and down his arm, “I’m really sorry it happened to you but I’m not giving this up for anything” she said as she wiggled against him.
Merle was quiet for a moment, and then kissed her on the forehead. It felt strange to do something that was so blatantly affectionate. Again, he looked down at his stump, and could feel a phantom finger twitching.