Who: Mars & Zap When: Late Summer 2008 (9:30 pm) Where: Xavier's What: the prom; after party Status: complete Rating: NC-17
A few hours in, things were getting pretty calm, though not entirely boring. The current song that played from the sound system (Michael Buble's cover of 'Come Fly With Me') had followed The Time Warp (which had been a lip syncing!blast). Off to the far end of the dance floor, a handful of couples turned in slow, light-hearted circles to the crooning of Mr. Buble. On the direct opposite side, Zap and Mars stood together, doing something similar. It was further from the sound system and a bit dimmer; their antisocial tendencies were surfacing. Zap had abandoned her shoes and they were parked a few feet behind them near the row of chairs, and she moved slowly after Ronan's lead as they spun. "I prefer Moondance." she shared, conversationally, and sounding a bit bored. The song was nearing its end, and had seemed to have taken forever to get there. It wasn't as if she didn't like being close to Ronan, and the song was nice enough, but the tides of boredom were washing in.
"Aye." he agreed, not really caring about the song that played. He had enjoyed the prom more than he thought he would. It was always a good time when you could laugh at someone else's expense. The X-Men may have been amazing fighters, but half of them lacked rhythm. Ronan was no Fred Astaire, but he could move pretty decently when he wanted. He gripped her waist tighter and spun her around a little faster than he had previously during this particular song. "Are ye really diggin' this?" he asked with a smirk. He could think of loads of other things he'd rather be doing, but if Zap wanted to stay here with the squares he wouldn't argue.
She gripped his hand and shoulder tighter when he sped up, and returned his smirk, knowingly. No. She wasn't. Of course the atmosphere was great, but now that things were winding down, she felt ready for a grander adventure. Despite her best guess that the punch had been spiked, there had to have been other prom-esque hijinx to get into. Or a movie, for cripe's sake. So, Zap shook her head no and leaned it against his left shoulder so she was facing away from his neck. "I think it climaxed at Monster Mash." She grinned widely and closed her eyes before shifting her left arm to encircle Ronan a bit tighter around the neck and shoulder.
Ronan laughed. He loved Monster Mash. He rested his head against hers briefly, breathing in the smell of her shampoo (there was some hairspray smell too). "Wanna go somewhere?" he asked quietly, sounding like a lame prom date in a movie, only with an Irish accent which made it not as lame (in his mind). He hugged her closer and kissed her hair lightly. The smell of her (not to mention the way she looked in that dress) brought his mind to other things. Damn that dress. As much as he loved it on her, he wanted to see her out of it more.
"Mmhmm," Zap replied. She felt like she'd already left. Standing there against Mars in their formals with her eyes closed and the easy tempo of the song in her ears, well, it felt like they were somewhere otherworldly. He smelled like his expensive cologne and the soft feel of his velvet jacket against her face and arms was lulling her into a zombified state. She drew her face back up and looked him in the eye for a moment. "I think I need a breather." There were feelings and sensations bubbling to the surface that she didn't want on public display, so despite being outside, she felt like it was time to get away. Her arms still held tight to him, however. Wherever she went, she wanted him there.
"Come on, then." he smiled while he gave her a wink. Ronan let go of her hand, and loosened her hold on him as he tightened his grip on her waist so he could steer her away from the dance floor. "I know the perfect place." he smirked. He'd been thinking about it for a while, but hadn't wanted to leave the party too early (lie). And seeing as none of them had gotten to use the limo to get to the prom... well, it could be used for other things. And it would be.
Yes sir! Zap moved as directed as she was steered away from the rest of their colleagues and friends. She contemplated grabbing her shoes on their way by them, but she decided they'd be fine where they lay. It wasn't as if she was leaving them in a high school gym or something. They'd be back, right? Meh. It didn't matter. Her hand reached out and squeezed Ronan's tightly, then she released it when they reached the grass and she pulled her dress up so the bottom hem didn't drag through the dewy grass. The sun hadn't set too long ago, but the day had been hot and humid. They air was getting cooler, however, and smelled sweet and clean, and the cool grass was nice against bare feet (which were tired from dancing). She nudged her elbow into his arm and grinned across to him while keeping up pace. As they neared their destination, she wondered, "You're not going to take me for a ride, are you?"
Ronan couldn't help but smirk when Zap asked her question. "Oh, I think we'll both enjoy the ride we're gonna be takin', cailín." He knew that she had the same thoughts on her mind as he did and it made him pick up his pace as they stepped onto the concrete driveway on the way to the garage. Once they were safely inside, Ronan urged Zap towards the stretch Hummer limo. It hadn't gotten used much lately except when it was time for another supply run (the latest one being for the prom attire everyone was wearing). Ronan climbed in first and offered his hand to Zap to help her inside as her dress would most likely be a hassle. After he had safely closed the door, the Irishman took a seat and grabbed Zap's hand to pull her down onto his lap, where he reached his left hand up to grasp the zipper that held her dress in place. He leaned his head forward and breathed hotly on her ear for a second before he kissed it.
The one time Zap wore her hair up, Ronan was behind her, holding her in place, and with easy access to her ears and neck. This was hardly fair. Those were two of the most sensitive and ticklish places on her person. But she wasn't going to complain. His breath against her skin sent a chill down her back that chased after his hand's movement as it pulled the zipper on her dress undone. She leaned into him and lowered her head so it was bowed down against his shoulder for a moment then angled herself to face him. She touched her nose to his and hooked her index finger into the knot of his tie, twisted and pulled expertly (thanks to years of cosplay with Levity). It came undone and both hands pulled it free of his shirt and tossed it aside, then ripped the collar open on his spankin' new shirt, popping the first few buttons off. She shifted again, then, and pulled the skirt of her dress up so she could spread her legs to straddle his lap. Her hands left the bunched fabric of her own garment and finished off the buttons on his shirt before running over the skin of his chest and abdomen. Finally, her nose came back to his, and with eyes watching him through half-lids, she mouthed 'I love you'.
He chuckled when she undid his tie and sent the top buttons of his shirt flying. Ronan never intended to wear the shirt again, anyway. He watched her as she moved to make herself more comfortable in her dress (god, he hated that dress). He was smiling as she undid the rest of his buttons (doing well to keep them intact) on his shirt, and moaned softly when she ran her hands down his torso. He couldn't help but notice how the front of her dress gaped before his eyes as she continued her actions. He needed that damned dress off. Now. When her face moved back to his and she mouthed the words, he moved his head forward slightly to kiss her roughly on the lips. "I love ye too, cailín." he whispered, returning his hands to the top of her dress, moving the fabric down her arms so he could expose her chest and stomach. He shifted slightly. He was increasingly reminded of his growing erection as she still straddled his lap. Jesus. He lowered his head to nuzzle in between her breasts, then moved to the side to flick her right nipple lightly with his tongue.
God damn, Irishman. Zap fought a frown as her dress was pushed down and pulled up. The tug of war and miscommunication of which way it should end up had ended with her wearing a purple hula hoop of fabric. She was about to pull the whole mess of it over her head when Ronan's face disappeared from sight and her own face jerked upward in reaction to his mouth's work. She gasped - loudly, and let out a surprised yelp. Before he was done, she pushed his forehead back with the palm of her hand and quickly disappeared behind her dress. When she reemerged, the dress got slung to the other end of the cabin and landed atop the mini-fridge.
She took hold of either side of his face and urged him to go back to what he'd been doing. Her hands moved for his jacket and began pushing it back over his shoulders, along with his shirt. Her hips began to grind against his where she was perched on him, and she spread her legs to allow herself to sit lower, and closer against him.
He smirked at her reaction to his attentions. He allowed her to push his head back so she could get that stupid dress off. It was about damned time. He moved his head (and hands) back to her chest. He lightly slapped the side of her left breast, knocking it against the other before he returned his tongue to tease her nipples once more. He groaned against her as she began to grind atop him, causing his attention to shift back to himself. "Jesus." he breathed, rotating his hips against hers.
Zap nodded in agreement. Jesus indeed. "Mmmmm," she could've sat this way for the rest of the night; and longer. She leaned back so she was out of Ronan's reach and rested with her arms twisted and her hands behind her on his knees. She sat there, propped and watching him for a few moments. Her hips continued to rock, the pressure against him even stronger now that she was angled against him and leaning back. His arms were half-trapped in his shirt and jacket, so she decided to wait for him to catch up with her, as she was sitting on him in her panties. "Thank you, by the way," she told him earnestly. "For wearing that... and dancing with me." For a lot of things, actually. She smiled, and it quickly went wicked before she arched her back and began to really work her hips against his erection. The stimulation she was getting from it made it more than worth while to tease him some.
Annoyance flashed briefly in his blue eyes as Zap ground against him and trapped his arms so he couldn't move in the way he wanted. "Ye're welcome." He smiled before he jutted his hips out, knocking Zap off balance so that she landed on the floor in front of him. He gave her an evil smirk before he shifted to remove both jacket and shirt, leaving him in only his trousers. He bent down and reached to untie his shoelaces. Slowly. He removed one shoe, then the other, setting them aside, not once looking up to the topless woman in front of him. After he'd finished with his shoes, he unbuckled his belt, thrusting out his hips again to slide it through the loops slowly, giving Zap a taste of her own medicine. He could be a tease as well. Ronan unbuttoned his fly and pushed his pants (both sets) down his hips and off his feet, freeing his erection. He knelt so he was between her legs on the floor and looked down at her, finally. Those panties needed to come off and he intended to remove them himself.
She landed on the floor with an 'oof!' and looked back up at Mars immediately, almost in shock. Son of a bitch. She furrowed her eyebrows together and shifted so she was propped up on her elbows - prime position for crawling backward if need be. He was acting fiery. Her eyes watched him as he undressed, paying her no mind. Zap wasn't about to let him make her sit around and wait. Her right hand moved to lay between her legs and she rubbed there for the remainder of Ronan's asinine striptease. Her left arm (which was the only thing left keeping her propped up) shifted so that the hand could squeeze her own breast and she pinched her own nipple - hard - then moaned in reaction to it. Her right hand shifted so it was under her panties and what happened beneath the fabric was anyone's guess. Just as was done to her, she ignored the man who landed between her legs and continued about her business. Her eyes did flick once to his penis, stirring a needy expression on her features. She shifted gaze out the tinted window and beyond, however.
"Ah, now, we both know I can do that better," he smirked again, as she kept fondling herself. He caught her looking at his penis and couldn't repress a laugh. Zap was being a dirty tart. Now sitting on his feet, Ronan reached out and grabbed her left arm, jerking it upward as he pulled her towards him so she ended up on her stomach across his knees. He delivered one stinging slap on her still-clad behind. "You little harlot." he growled, before he grabbed the back of her panties and pulled up, which caused them to tear from Zap's hips. He swatted her several more times, now on her bare butt.
Zalika grinned at Ronan's cocky statement but shrugged her shoulders as best she could, trying to look as though his words meant little. It was when she was in that relaxed state that he'd grabbed her up and laid her across his thighs on her belly. His hand came down on her ass before he told her she was a harlot. Okay, maybe she deserved that. She winced in surprise and discomfort as her underwear were ripped off in one jerk, but closed her eyes completely as he began to smack her repeatedly. She hissed through her gritted teeth and her hair (which was coming out of its up-do in tendrils after their scuffle) began to fan out in light wisps, and a popping noise rang through the air. She scrambled forward and off to her side and quickly got to her knees again. She ran an exploratory hand over her head to see what damage had been done to her hairdo before raising her chin and locking eyes with Ronan. Her hands hung on either side of her hips with a pretty purple haze fizzing around each of them. Her expression was a challenging one, but her lips begged to be kissed and her eyes shifted between Ronan's eyes and his mouth.
Ronan let her up, amused by the sight of her newly pink backside as she scuttled away from him. He felt her power flaring up and he grinned at her, reading the challenge in her eyes. "Ye want it?" he questioned as he moved towards her. He already knew the answer and his still present erection told Zap that he wanted her. "Ye gonna settle down so I can fuck ya?" It wasn't clear whether what he said was a question or a command. He knee-walked a few more steps before he brought his blue eyes to her green.
Fuck it.
He dove, landing on top of the electrokine. He reached down and grabbed her left leg and placed himself in between her thighs. Ronan leaned down, putting his face centimeters from hers. He placed a kiss on her lips, and allowed his tongue to slip through and mingle with hers as his hips positioned themselves in between her thighs (he was still holding her leg up). He entered her while they finished their kiss. Fuck. He began pounding her with a quick rhythm from his hips.
She narrowed her gaze after Ronan spoke, but nodded to his first question. Of course she wanted it. Her chest rose suddenly in reaction to his second question as her breath hitched. Jesus, she needed it. She didn't have much time to react to his semi-command before he was lunging for her. The purple haze around her hands and hair went out like a candle in a stiff breeze as he landed atop her, and she grappled briefly for dominance, but failed. Some part on purpose, but mostly out of lack of skill. She looked up into Mars' face before their lips met and the smile that wasn't on her lips was surely in her eyes. She was happy to be close to him again. When he kissed her, she moaned against his lips but quieted herself as she felt his tongue invade her mouth. Down below, her legs were squeezing around him, half trying to keep him at bay, half urging him closer. She wanted it, but on her terms. Unfortunately, that wasn't how things happened. Her head turned to the side when he entered her and she grunted at the sensation, but there was no time to get used to it; he was already hammering her. "Shit." she gasped again. "Yesss..." Her hips fell in time with his ragged rhythm and her hands shifted to his back, where her fingernails dug into his flesh and raked across its width.
With his left hand on the floor keeping him balanced and his right still holding Zap's leg, Ronan couldn't hold her the way he might normally would have, but he wasn't going to stop the movements of his hips in order to switch positions. He arched his back when he felt her nails run across his skin (though he was happy that she had). "Fucking Christ." he murmured hoarsely, enjoying the feel of both the fingernails and the hot wetness of her as his penis continued its rapid penetrations. He looked down at her face as he moved and the look she wore made him smirk before he leaned down to give her cheek a flick with his tongue. He grunted again as he felt himself get closer to the brink. "Are ye ready?" he asked while he let go of her leg to grasp her butt, lifting her from the floor so he could get even deeper inside her. He angled himself to hit that spot inside a woman that made them go wild.
Normally, the answer would've been no. She had waited to answer Ronan's question until after he changed positions, which had changed her answer entirely. Her hands moved to his neck and she held him firmly at the base of the back of his head while she worked against him, supporting herself with mostly her shoulder blades now. It wasn't as though she was on her own, however, as Mars was supporting the entire lower half of her body. She let out a string of cries in reaction to the intensity he was banging her with and her features scrunched as she concentrated on climaxing. It never worked that way for her, so she put it out of mind and watched Ronan's face. Her cheek was still cool from the moisture of his lick and the thought caused a tingle in her lowers. She shifted her hand from his neck and let it linger close to his cheek before drawing back a few inches and smacking him once across his face. Her hand quickly moved back to his neck and she drew him toward her while moving herself closer to him so they could lock lips. When they touched, mouth to mouth, she curled forward with her back arched, allowing him maximum access and while he kept bucking, she came. Zap held his face close to hers as long as she could, still not wanting to part lips. She knew, however, that it was obvious she had finished and he would be taking care of his own business as soon as possible. She moaned in the back of her throat at the feeling of sensitivity she was left with between her legs, and the fact that she was still being invaded. It brought on an entirely new set of feelings, and she took a deep breath through parted lips before joining back in the game and helping him to climax.
When he heard Zap's cries of pleasure, Ronan increased the pace of his thrusts. He let out a growl of surprise when she slapped him. She'd never done that before. Still, he supposed he deserved something for the earlier abuse he'd given her backside (which was still radiating heat, he noticed). He groaned deeply when he felt her muscles contract around him as she came. He pulled back his arms, bringing her body closer to bury himself deeper within her moistness. After a few more quick thrusts, Ronan reached his own orgasm, moaning her name in a drawn out fashion. After the last of the involuntary spasms ceased, he released her butt and raised himself up, removing his penis from her. "Cailín," His breathing was still labored so it came out sounding somewhat like a sigh, with a laugh evident behind it. "Ye're gonna be the death of me." He gave her a wink before he leaned down to nuzzle her neck and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him.
Zap bit hard down on her lip and grunted through Ronan's final thrusts, but relaxed completely when he finished. She savored the feeling of him inside her until it ended - which always left her a little down. Zap grinned broadly up to him, however, and nuzzled against him when he came back down to her. She wrapped herself around him in a full-body hug and squeezed once before relaxing again and pecking him on the shoulder. "You keep up well enough for an old man," she told him, half teasing, half encouraging. He didn't need encouragement, though. He most often out-did her where physicalities were concerned. She slapped his shoulder to signify she wanted up - or at least room to breathe. "So," her hand found her discarded panties that were a bit shredded now, and she pushed herself up into a sitting position, bringing the undergarment into her lap to inspect it, pathetically, "goin' commando. That's cool." They'd made a bit of a mess of things in the extra large interior of the vehicle, but there weren't many things that wouldn't get picked up again - if any. "What's my hair look like?" she wondered as she knee-walked over to where her dress had landed.
Ronan rolled to the side to give Zap room to sit up. He watched her as she inspected her undergarments, and grinned when he saw how tattered they were. "Hey now, it's not my fault ye acted how ye did." he claimed, feigning a matter-of-fact tone. He knew perfectly well his behavior had caused hers to be the way it had. As she made her way back to her dress, he inspected her head. There were some tendrils of hair hanging down that hadn't been before, and it made him smirk. Surprise, surprise. He'd rather spend the night here than go back to that party. Ronan moved for his underwear, raising himself to a crouching position to put them back on. He noticed a bobby pin that had fallen out of Zap's hair and picked that up as well as his skivvies. After he put on his trousers, he made his way back over to Zap (who had slipped the dress back over her head). His hands moved to gather some of the hair that had escaped. He squinted and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, like someone who was trying to thread a needle. "Wait, I think I can fix it..."
Zap took a few moments to figure out her dress and put it right side out, then slipped it over her head. She smiled fondly at Ronan and it faltered briefly when she realized she was dressed as fully as she could get. Her shoes were gone and her panties were no more. As he came towards her, she quirked an eyebrow; he was toting a bobby pin and had his 'I've got this' look on his face. She raised her hands briefly to ward him off, but he had his fingers involved and looked a bit determined. She laughed aloud, hard, but tried to keep her head still. Finally, she raised her hands, no matter how well he was doing, and took hold of his wrists. "I can do it. There's a mirror up there," her tone was thankful, however, and she was pretty touched. She smiled sweetly and went to work herself, "You're gonna be showin' some skin," she reminded him of his shirt. "I can sew those back on later." She let her arms drop and when they fell, so did her hair. She'd given up; Zap shook her head and let the waves and curls fall around her shoulders. She felt more like herself this way, anyhow.
He laughed a little as well. He could work on a tedious piece of machinery all day, but he was no hairdresser. He leaned forward to give her a kiss before he stepped back to let Zap fix her own hair. Ronan turned his head to glance at his shirt that was still intermingled with his jacket on the seat. He shrugged lightly and gave her a smile. For all he cared, he'd go back to the party shirtless. A few missing buttons didn't bother him in the slightest. He lowered his head to kiss her forehead in thanks, appreciating her concern. He would have kissed the top of her hair, but it was still stiff with hairspray, despite the falling curls. He reached behind him to grab the shirt and jacket, slipping both on while he took in Zap's form. She looked better than she did before in his opinion, and he told her so. "Come on," he grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Let's go back to the damned prom."