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(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1e/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)He groans, feeling his body respond to her words in spite of himself. The physiological responses of desire, yes; his heartbeat accelerating, a thrum pulsing through his veins as he feels the blood rush downward, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. But he tries to keep himself calm, keeping himself grounded in the mental discipline that allowed him to endure his years of confinement.
“You are far too cavalier,” he says at last, lowering his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes are bright and deceptively innocent, pupils dilated. “You do realize I could… hurt you. Any time I lose control. Like that first time…” His voice trails off awkwardly, and he feels the distance of years and untold experience yawning between them.
“I told you, I liked it,” Jinx says gently, closing the space between them with a squeeze of his arm. “We both had a good time. And from what I’ve heard, well.” She shrugs, biting her lip as she beams a smile upward. “The first time is awkward for lots of people. And sometimes hurts just a little.”
“It would not have hurt at all if I hadn’t—“
She slaps his hand lightly, scolding, “Hey, hey! Enough of that. It was still fun. And we’ve had lots of fun things since then. Don’t act like you always have to apologize for being, well, bigger.”
“I am starting to suspect you have a size kink,” he says, the intended joke falling flat due to his morose tone.
Squeezing his hand firmly, she challenges, “So what if I do? I first liked you because you made me feel safe. And maybe part of that’s because you can carry me like a baby. But I wanted to kiss you and climb all over you even before I learned what you’re packing below the waist.” Her free hand ruffles through her hair, making the red plume stand up like the crest of some barbaric war-helmet. “I like what I like, Fawkes. And I’m not exactly going to apologize for that.”
“I never meant—“ The words die in his throat, and he gives a defeated sigh. She sighs too, shoulders slumping before she suddenly halts, pulling his arm. Small as she is, she can’t possibly stop him unless he lets her; but he always lets her, used to letting her have her own way. She pulls him down to her level, forcing him into a kneeling position, the grey grit of the Wasteland digging into his knees as she pushes her mouth to his. He parts his lips, and she sets upon him like she intends to devour him with lips and tongue. She is hot and wet, tasting faintly of salt but under it is sweetness, like Nuka Cola or ant nectar. Her arms twist around his neck now, pulling him closer and moaning as he wraps his hands around her legs, lifting her up and parting her thighs around the barrel of his chest as he straightens up.
Time pauses under the warm sunlight; it is just her body wrapped around his, him standing tall and kissing her deeply, madly, feverishly, thinking that at any moment this could all just vanish, a cruel fantasy spun by years of darkness and isolation back in his little underground cell… but her weight, while scant, is reassuringly real. The way she breathes against his cheek, breath rasping across the skin and the residual ache in his knees from pressing into the dirt, all of these are things he lacks the imagination to conjure. This moment is real. Everything is real.