Illyana Rasputin is a magikal girl. (illusivemagik) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-16 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), illyana rasputin (magik) |
A Dream of Loving...
Who: Illyana and Clarice
Where: Their hospital room
What: Illyana wakes up from a dream
When: 01/15
Warnings/Rating: PG-13
Status Complete!
Illyana woke slowly, groaning, her mind awhirl with memories. She had dreamed such vivid dreams, and she had never... she felt like small pieces of herself were dropping into place. She laughed and didn’t even realize she was crying. She curled around herself, shuddering, as things slotted into her mind. Not everything, not even a lot of it, by a long shot. But things. She knew things!
She stretched, and sighed, and her eyes fell on Clarice. With a suddenness, a slow smirk slid over her face. She remembered the first time. Oh yes, she did... She slid out of her bed, all slinky limbs and slow movements, and then tripped and flopped on the floor. Ow.
“Ow.” So much for sneaky seduction!
It startled Clarice awake. She groaned, then inhaled deeply. As deeply as her lungs would allow. They felt clearer, even if she felt weaker. She wasn't sure if that meant she wasn't dying, or was suffering less as she was dying. She sat up, and looked around, then down. "You can't rest very well on the floor, you know."
Illyana crept over to Clarice, and up onto her bed, and then straddled her, looking down at her. “I know, Clarice, who screams when she orgasms very well under the tongue of a stranger, Ferguson.” Illyana was smirking, eyes bright. “I remember a certain meeting...”
Clarice rested her hands on Illyana’s hips, her body suddenly lighting up. It was distracting sensation, made worse by the words that came out of the Russian’s mouth. Her eyes widened and she slipped her arms around Illyana’s body. “What do you remember? Exactly.”
She sounded cautiously excited.
Illyana started talking, words tumbling out. “I remember encountering you, and going to a motel with you, and wearing a wig of blue hair. I remember having Cancer, and it going into remission. I remember... I remember Imps, which is weird, because I do not recall what they are, and I remember growing up in Russia with my brothers and my family...” She poked Clarice and then laughed. “And I recall you, young lady, teleporting me away and sticking me half way across the country, with no phone, clothing, or way of contacting help, and meeting the doubtful policemen.”
She snuggled down with Clarice, and whispered the next words. “And I remember the reunion, every minute of it...”
"I loved your wigs," Clarice murmured. She flushed a bit, remembering the accidental teleport too. "I'm sorry about the teleport..I'm not sorry about the reunion." Her fingers tangled in Illyana's hair, and she kissed her cheek, then her ear, each kiss breathless with increasing joy. "I'd thought you'd..you'd never..."
Illyana kissed her nose and hugged her. “I remember, and I know you, and I know me and we will have to go slow, but I remember.” And she leaned in and kissed Clarice slowly, and hotly, and then sat up again, grinning. “And I am very glad to remember you. Not so much the Cancer, or the center, but you, and our first meeting, and the way you make noise, and all about oral reports.“
"As slow as you need," Clarice promised, even though everything inside her balked at the idea. She could have patience. She was usually a patient person. The porter giggled, cupping Illyana's cheeks after the kiss sent a slow fire burning straight to her core. "I never meant to fall in love with you. It sort of just happened after awhile."
“Thank you, Clarice.” She snuggled close, stroking Clarice’s body. “Some things do not need slowness, however. As soon as we both can, I am going to make you make some of those noises you have made for me before. I might even have to ask Kitty’s help to buy some tools to do so better.” She smirked.
“We have some,” Clarice squeaked, turning a shade of pink she hadn’t turned in a very long time. She moved under the other woman’s touch, against her hand, mindlessly. It felt so good that she didn’t have any thoughts of making Illyana stop stroking her. Hell, she was stroking her back. “And good, ‘cause you made me an addict.”
Illyana smirked. “Are you sure? She might have some good ideas on what to add...” She winked,t then snuggled Clarice, stroking her gently, purring softly at how Clarice was touching her. “Soon... soon, we will make new memories.” She nodded and snuggled close, breathing in this scent she remembered now. And smiling widely.
Clarice’s lips wavered, and she kissed the other girl on the brow, then nuzzled her again. She got a stupid look on her face. A happy, stupid look of near joy. She hugged Illyana like she’d never let go.
“We’ll make all the memories you want, wherever you want. I can control my powers now.”
Illyana smiled softly. “Good. I will go everywhere with you, do everything. Just because.” She nodded. World Tour for them. yes.
She snuggled in and smiled, happy. She would do this, yes.
Closing her eyes, Clarice kissed Illyana’s nose softly. She prayed this was the renewal of a wonderful relationship. She couldn’t help but get her hopes up, and knew she’d be broken if things went bad. She decided not to think about that. “Illyana?”
"Mmmhhh?" Illyana raised her head and smiled, hair tousled. She looked at Clarice through half lidded eyes.
“When we’re both well...” She opened her eyes, gazing into Illyana’s. “I’m going to make love to you atop Mt. Fuji.”
Illyana’s eyes went wide. “Is that someplace awesome?” She grinned. “I look forward to it, a lot.” She smirked and kissed Clarice slowly and well.
"Biggest mountain in Japan. Has a great view over Tokyo, and it's kind of sacred." She raised her eyebrows, as if challenging Illyana to give any fucks about sacred mountains.
Illyana whistled. Then she paused. “Where is Japan?” There were huge holes yet in her knowledge. “Either way, it sounds like fun.” She smirked. “Perhaps we should make sure to do the really kinky lovemaking there.” She waggled her eyebrows.
"Don't let Kitty hear you say that, she loves that country." Clarice smacked Yana on the hip. She was feeling much, much better, about everything. Certainly better than that dark place she'd been when she hadn't cared if she'd make it teleporting or not. "Oh? Tell me?"
That smack sent a ripple of pleasure into Illyana and she shivered. “Do that again?” She purred the request. “Toys, and lube, and restraints?” She whispered her idea into Clarice’s ear. it sounded like fun.
Tilting her head back, Clarice swallowed a groan. She smacked Illyana again, squirming. Which led to a short coughing fit, which she muffled against the Russian's chest. She left her head there, gently kneading at Illyana's hips with her nails. “I tie you down.” She didn’t like being restrained as much. She hoped Illyana remembered her telling about those dreams, because she didn’t think she could tell them again.
Illyana groaned, and gently stroked Clarice’s hair and smiled softly down at her, shuddering. “Yes, and more of the slapping. And maybe other evil things.” She kissed Clarice softly. “We play and try things, and discover things, and have fun.” She nodded.
"You're lucky I'm an accommodating lover," Clarice replied lightly. Maybe, for Illyana, she'd let her tie her up.
Illyana smirked. “I am very lucky, but I only want to do what we both like. And find out what I like.” She kissed the side of Clarice’s mouth, happy, smiling softly then rested her head on Clarice’s chest. “I am home.”
“You’re home,” Clarice said, her voice choked.
Illyana snuggled in and flopped next to her, smiling. “Da. I said that. Now, kiss me you fool.” her accent was out in force.
Clarice leaned in and cupped one of Illyana’s cheeks, and kissed her like the end of the world was nigh!
And Illyana kissed her back, hands sliding down Clarice’s body and lightly stroking, Then she slowly slid off and away from Clarice, and shivered. “Must rest, love. But soon...”
She smiled as she slipped into her bed and relaxed. Soon.
“Soon.” Clarice watched her. She felt like she was floating, and she giggled.
Illyana smirked and waggled a hand at Clarice. “Soon. Now sleep. Sleep is good.” She chuckled.
“Sex is good too, but soon.”
FIN