WHO: Kerr and Marty WHEN: May 1st, after the shows WHERE: Kerr’s tent WHAT: intimate relations WARNINGS: NSFW STATUS: completed
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April had been a whirlwind of a month. From her lessons with Edward, helping Jean with the cat training and the occasional dates with Marty, she felt a fuller social life than she’d ever had before. She was loving all of it, but part of her felt that she was walking a thin line. That fear that one slip up and everyone would leave her was always lying beneath. Still, she tried to enjoy it while she had it.
Kerr had found herself taking meals with Marty more often than she had- save for those days that cat training bumped into a meal, and then her and Jean tended to spend most of the meal talking. A few times Marty took her out to share with her the modern city, while she showed him what she liked about Zion. As each day went by the looming thought that they might be going back, if that were even possible haunted the carnival. There were murmerings that some were working on a way home, while others contemplated staying. As new and interesting as the modern world was, it wasn’t her world. She fit in about as much as she fit in in her own time. But those nights she found herself kissing Marty (and becoming better at it), she wondered which world she really belonged in?
It was late, the crowds had dispersed and the big cats were put away. Jean had bid Kerr a good night and headed off. “You just gonna lurk in the shadows?” She asked, glancing over to the dark figure standing beside her tent. As she approached, she could make out the lanky figure of the talker. “I thought I heard there was a card game this evening.” She wiped the dirt from her hands off on a rag. “I would have expected you to be there.”
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A chuckle came from his lips as she regarded him, much more of an ease came to the way she conversed with him. He stepped into the light though it was still hard to see him in the night time and grabbed her arms to pull him close to her. Ever since she’d commented on the hair color, Marty had decided he’d keep it. It had been so very long since he’d been a blonde and he quite liked the attention it got him. “Now why would I miss backhanded compliments from you for some silly card game?” He teased back at her and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her lips.
Nothing sexual had happened between them yet but every time they spoke he felt himself come closer to breaking down that barrier. He didn’t mind, he’d spent plenty of his years chasing after young virgins that he knew how to be patient. “Although I was hoping maybe you’d like to come to a hotel or summin with me tonight?” It was a bold assumption but he’d put a lot of work into making her believe he was trustworthy and he wanted to reap the benefits.
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She’d been thinking about him a lot. When she was alone, experimenting, trying to use the lessons that Edward had taught her. He made her feel things. Desires that Edward had made her understand weren’t bad or sinful. He made her feel accepted for who she was and that she could be herself around him. Kerr wrinkled her nose as she moved around him and to the opening of her tent. “Been a long day, wasn’t looking to leave.” She said, opening the fabric door. Tucking the rag into her back pocket she looked over at him. “Should come in, yea?” Kerr offered as she stepped into her tent.
The space wasn’t as small as one might think, the canopy was higher than it felt from the outside so someone of her height could stand with no issues (though some of the taller persuasion found themselves with not a lot of clearance). It was definitely not a temporary tent, it was meant to endure. Her small shelf was growing full of books as Edward helped teach her more and more to read. There were two cushions on the floor for sitting and her bed. Some clothes were hung on a line along the wall near the bed, but most of her clothes still resided in her napsack.
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Marty didn’t have a tent or a wagon to his own. Sure he had an apartment he still had for another couple of days but all the furniture had been cleared out and lots of chaotic spray painting made the place not quite as romantic as Kerr might have wanted. He followed her inside, ducking a bit as he entered and found a place to plop down so he didn’t have to tilt his head the entire time. “This is the first time you’ve invited me inside.” Lucky for him it wasn’t as if he needed an invitation to come inside of places, but with her he knew she had boundaries.
It was nice and it definitely reflected Kerr’s style. “Thank you.” He said simply and suddenly his demeanor was nervous, like he was actually nervous. She wouldn’t be able to tell it was all just a ruse.
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She wasn’t good at reading demeanors in the first place, so he had nothing really to worry from her. “It’s not much. But it’s better than under or in the bed of the trucks like I was.” She sat down on the edge of her bed, though it was really just a cot with a nice pillow and single blanket. She had a thicker blanket underneath for the winter. Kerr removed her work boots and set them at the end of the bed before moving to take a seat on the second cushion on the floor. “I’d offer you a drink or snack or something…” But she didn’t have anything.
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He smirked at her and scooted himself a bit closer to her. “Ta love, but I don’t need anything besides you.” He let his arm casually go around her body, feeling the way her clothes didn’t do her body any justice. He leaned into her, pressing kisses along her neck, wanting to see her shiver under his touch. They had gotten better together but he still hadn’t managed to have any sort of intercourse with her and now that they were in the right place with some privacy it was entirely possible that it was going to happen tonight.
He was slow and calculated with his movements, gently lifting up the back of her shirt so that he could place his hand on the small of her back.
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Of course, her binder got in the way of him being able to touch actual skin as it wore like a compression shirt. But she could still feel his hand on the thinner fabric and with his lips force a happy hum from her. “I was thinkin’…” Kerr swallowed, her hand resting against his chest. “I really like kissin’ you. Maybe… we could…” Her heart was pounding, how did a normal person act in this situation? The last thing she wanted was to say the wrong thing and have him leave.
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His smirk widened and he regarded her with lidded eyes. “Yes.” was his only reply as he pressed his lips against hers. Passion was one thing Marty prided himself on, unbridled fiery passion and for some people that was too much. Didn’t bother him anyway how they felt about it in the end, just that he himself enjoyed it. He almost always did.
His hand beneath her shirt lifted slightly as he wrapped his other arm around her frame to pull her closer. She’d be timid, he was sure of it but once he’d had her where he’d wanted her she’d be crying out his name.
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While her most recent lesson with Edward had given her some expectation of what the night would take, there were some aspects that were still a little… unclear. The lantern had been dimmed so she hadn’t been able to see as much, but she at least knew how it felt, what to expect there. Of course, that had also been an evening filled with artificially provoked lust and desire.
Kerr moved closer, running her hand down his chest until it could sneak under and feel his skin for a brief feel. She then pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, so she could unbutton her shirt. Beneath, her binder latched up on the side, and wore like a tank top. As she let her shirt slide off her arms, she looked at Marty. Sure, for most she was still fully clothed. But for her, it was very exposed.
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Marty had spent his time figuring out her motivations and her fears so he knew how to manipulate them. His mouth fell agape at the removal of her shirt and he surged forward to presses kisses all along her collarbone and the exposed side of her neck. She really was quite stunning with or without the clothing and there were plenty of sensitive areas he could stimulate without getting in the way of the binder.
After a bit he leaned back to pull the shirt he’d been wearing over his head. Underneath his shirt was a smattering of tattoos he’d provided over the years, scars of fights from hunting, and two barbell nipple rings. What could he say? He liked to get pain as much as he gave it.
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Her hands hesitated as his chest became bare to her, but reached out and touched his skin. She was right, not as smooth or perfect as Edwards. It had more character. She’d been right about the ink and the scars, though the piercings had been unexpected, which made her blush a little. Kerr smiled shyly as her fingers trailed down to his abdomen. Thin but defined, just as she’d noticed about Edward.
Taking back her fingers, she moved to undo her binder. She was a bit hesitant, assuming he’d want to see all of her too.
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He grabbed at her hand to stop her and looked into her eyes directly. “Do you want to do that? Don’t get me wrong love, I'd love to see what’s under there but only if you’re comfortable with it.” Another trick, a trick to gain her trust. Someday Kerr might be useful to him and she needed to trust him in order to utilize her. He couldn’t sense at much but there was something different about her, something that could be useful in the future.
He could play the part of doting kind and considerate if it was a means to an end.
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“You would be okay?” For some reason Kerr had assumed that he’d want to- prefer to- be with her whole body, all the female parts. And while she did admit it felt good when Edward had played with her breasts, she wasn’t always a fan of how they changed her body (hence the binder) and preferred her form without them. “I thought you’d want to…” She gestured as if squeezing breasts.
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He nodded his head at her. “I’m sure. It’s not about me.” He told her and leaned forward again to press his lips to her neck, all soft and teasing. He wanted her to scream out his name and the best way to get to that point was to tease her so much she wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I want.” He breathed into her neck and moved his lips to her ear. “I want this to feel as good for you as it will for me.” He nipped lightly at her ear. “So you need to be comfortable.” He finished and found her lips again in a heated kiss.
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She leaned into the kiss, her fingers ran over his bare chest. He had no idea she was a bit more experienced that she’d been before, granted she didn’t consider it to be the same thing as what they were doing. Edward had just helped her, given her a lesson in what to expect. That way she wouldn’t embarrass herself as she had when they’d kissed the first time. Still, she was nervous.
She could feel her drawers moisten as she touched his skin and felt the heat coming from him. It was definitely different than when she was with the vampire- it was nice. Pulling back from the kiss she moved back and stood up. Her fingers went to the button of her jeans and she slowly started to undo them. She was apprehensive, not wanting him to judge her. Carefully she slid the fabric off her hips, jean and drawers together.
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His eyes grew wide as she pulled off the remainder of her clothes and he looked over her body with hunger. He stood himself, making quick work of his pants while ducking his head from hitting the top of the tent. When he was fully naked he kneeled before her and began to pepper her hip bones with soft kissing, letting them trail down her leg to the inner part of her thigh.
He looked up at her with devilish eyes and took her hand to lead her over to the bed while he was on his knees. “I want to do something for you, will you let me do that love?” He asked her, urging her to sit on the cot.
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Her teeth chewed on her lip as he kissed her. She’d spied his naked body briefly before he knelt. It made her blush.
Kerr followed him to the cot and sat carefully. “Okay?” She responded. “Okay.” She wanted this and would follow his instructions.
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This wouldn’t require much work for her so Marty forced open her legs before pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs. She really was quite magnificent though it hardly mattered who she was. Finally his tongue found her clit, lapping at it gently to gauge her reaction. This was the easiest way to get anyone to trust him and he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy doing it.
He looked up at her to watch her reaction. He believed it to be true that she’d never been with someone like this before so expected a bit of shock on her end.
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“Oh.” She gasped, looking down at him. Kerr was reclined, leaning on her arms and she could see the top of his head when she looked down, and his eyes when he watched her. Her body responded to him as it got wet. She slowly lowered all the way back and a hand moved across her covered chest. A leg rose up, bending at the knee as her foot rested on the bed, widening her spread. The move felt instinctual, as she wanted to grant him more access.
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Grabbing her leg to hook over his shoulder, Marty relished her surprised response and let the strokes of his tongue be more deliberate. When he could tell that she was starting to feel a bit more pleasure he sucked the skin into his mouth, letting the vacuum do most of the work for him as his tongue continued to pleasure her. He wouldn’t do this all night but he’d keep going until she seemed like she was ready for him.
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It wasn’t long before she was dripping from his saliva and her own juices as she readied for him. Her hand moved down, fingers slipped into his hair as she moaned softly at the pleasure. It was a different feeling, a good one- a great one.
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The sounds she made were glorious and it encouraged him to move his tongue along her faster, he wanted the heat to build up inside of her before he got his cock involved. It made him achingly hard. Once he felt satisfied with her reaction, Marty stopped and leaned over her.
He looked over at her with lidded eyes. She really was quite stunning, even if she wasn’t fully naked. He stood and leaned over her pressing a kiss to her lips before he spoke again. “You ready?” He asked her, still wearing the mask of the ‘good guy.’
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Kerr opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her teeth chewed on her lip as she nodded. Briefly she glanced down to see his manhood, a blush rose on her cheeks. She’d not really seen Edward in the light, but seeing Marty it made sense. He was warmer, which she had to admit was nicer- not that a chill couldn’t be a bit stimulating, it was also a bit more of a shock to the system and Marty’s warmth calmed her. She swallowed, her breath catching nervously in her throat. “Yea.” She breathed, her hips wiggled slightly in anticipation.
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Grabbing a hold of himself he guided himself into her, slowly to allow her to stretch around him. He wasn’t large by any means but even an average cock could be a bit of an adjustment. He knew from having had a few inside of him himself. Once he’d fully seated him inside of her fully he scooped an arm under her back so that he could pull her as close as possible.
Releasing a groan he let his lips wander to her neck to gently kiss her there. She felt so warm and wet around him it almost felt as if he were a teenager again. Not like he remembered what that felt like but it seemed like this might be it.
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Edward hadn’t pulled her to him, so the position was new. Kerr found herself with a hand holding his shoulder while the other supported herself on the bed. She gasped as she felt full. “Oh.” She swallowed, as a bit of dark bang fell into her blue eyes. It may have been a tight fit, but her body welcomed him. “It’s good.” She whispered, tilting her head so he could kiss at her neck.
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He began to languidly move his hips into hers, real slow for now and as deep as he could. If he was totally honest, women these days didn’t respond to his antics as much as they had in the past and it was enjoyable to be with someone who wasn’t like the women from this era. His lips grazed her neck and then his teeth came into play as he sucked in a mark on her skin. Her skin was alabaster and porcelain and he was there to make it deep red and purple. He moaned into her neck as the sensation took over him.
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Her hands clung to him, moaning and whimpering with each thrust. She could feel the pleasure rise up that hill, higher and higher with every inch of him. She gasped as she teetered on the edge, like standing on a cliff she waited to fall over into that sea of pleasure she’d felt only a few times before. But it didn’t come. She felt the sensation peeter off as her fingers tightened their grip on his arm. For a moment, each drive of his hips felt muted inside, but just as soon as it had faded, it started to build up again… taking her back to the edge. “Oh, shit.” She hissed into his collar as she teetered there once again.
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Those words and the way her body responded sent him over the edge and within seconds he was riding a wave a pleasure as he exploded inside of her. With one final grunt he thrust into her one last time before removing himself from inside her and laying down on the bed next to her. When he looked over at her she didn’t seem as sated as he had. His brow furrowed and he looked over at her. “What’s wrong?”
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Kerr laid there, feeling like she’d ridden the roller coaster but somehow missed the drops. Had she done something wrong? Marty had felt, done really good… but she’d…
She shook her head. “Nothing.” She couldn’t admit she’d been bad, or wrong, or whatever had broken. “Catchin’ my breath.” She said with a small laugh as her head turned to look at him.
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He watched her carefully. Marty wasn’t a fool and fancied himself a good lover. She didn’t orgasm and it was very very clear that she hadn’t. “I don’t think it’s nothing.” He said, dryly clearing his throat as he sat up on the bed to address her. While he would have loved to see her fully nude, the image of her splayed out as such would have been sweeter if he’d actually accomplished pleasing her.
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A frown slipped onto her face as she pushed herself up and looked away from him, a bit ashamed. “Sorry.” Maybe she hadn’t done enough, hadn’t moved her hips enough, kissed him enough, been good enough. Doubt and guilt washed over her, that fear that he’d leave her life for someone better. Just like her aunt had, and others she’d met on the streets.
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Unamused he looked over at her before he stood up and began to pull his clothing back on. Those words were all he needed to hear, she was on his hook and it would be so easy for him now to ruin her. And he had every intention of doing so. As he pulled his shirt over his head he looked back at her with disappointment. “I should go, early morning. I’ll see you later.”
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Looking back at him she saw the look on his face and nodded. “Okay.”
‘See you later’ was he being polite, or was he still willing to be her friend? Kerr’s fingers clung to the cushion below her as she watched Marty leave. Her other hand reached up and wiped her cheek. She’d grown up only semi-religious. It had been more when she was with her Aunt as after she never felt welcomed. Still, part of her wondered if her being unable to… - was a punishment for not waiting, for not being normal.
Slowly she gathered her clothes in the lonely tent, took off her binder and put on her nightgown before crawling into her cot. That night her dream soured, starting light and pleasant and turning into isolation and criticism. So many years later, her aunt still played her starring role in them as well.