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phasing_catCharacters: Kitty Pryde (X-men) and John Myers (Hellboy)
Setting: After returning to BPRD from the troll market in the Golden Army replay
Rating: R (for teh sex!)
Word Count: 1,391
Prompt: Avalanche by David Cook (lyrics) (song)
I feel alive beside you/And all at once I am whole again/We fall into each other/Your atmosphere is all I'm breathing in
Kitty lay in bed, unable to sleep despite being physically exhausted. They’d just spent hours finally locating the troll market, tracking down the source of the tooth fairies, finding a princess and fighting a forest god. And yet, there was only one thing on her mind.
He loves me. He finally said it! So what am I doing here, alone? We should be together, we should be…
She’d been waiting for him to be ready for that for months, so many months she’d lost count. She valued his respect above all else, and hadn’t pushed, even though she’d wanted him since the first time he’d really kissed her.
She sighed and climbed out of bed, putting a robe on over her tank top and shorts. She often walked the bowels of BPRD when she couldn’t sleep; it was quiet and generally deserted. Now seemed like a good time for a walk.
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Meanwhile, two floors up and three doors down, John had been staring at the same page in his book for at least an hour.
She loves me, she really loves me. She’s beautiful and smart and strong and she loves me, of all the people in the world. I should go to her, I should take her in my arms and…
He shook his head. He respected her more than any other woman he had ever met. He didn’t really know how many guys she’d dated before him, or if she’d ever been with them the way he wanted to be with her. He didn’t want to know, not really, it didn’t matter to him. But he knew she was 8 years younger than him, and the odds were high that she was still a virgin. So he’d waited. He wanted to her to be sure the he was truly the one she wanted. There had been so many times, when they were alone in his room or hers, when he’d been seconds away from giving in to temptation. So why was he still waiting?
He slammed the book shut and set it on the bedside table before swinging his legs out of the bed. He knew he was never going to get to sleep as long as he was thinking about her, and resolved to go for a walk to clear his head.
He pulled on a pair of sweat pants over his boxers, then tugged a t-shirt over his head. He padded out of his room in bare feet, hoping the walk would help him decide what to do, and when to do it. He was so preoccupied, he didn’t even notice when his feet took him to the stairwell.
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Kitty’s socked feet barely made a sound as she walked slowly down the hall. She found herself plagued with sudden doubt. What if he only said it because I said it first, and he didn’t want me to start yelling again? She twirled a strand of hair around her index finger, deep in thought, looking nowhere but the floor in front of her. She reached the end of the hallway and turned around, heading back toward her room.
The sound of the stairwell door opening broke her from her reverie. She turned, and as the door closed behind John he looked up, locking eyes with Kitty. In that second, all the questions and doubt they both had disappeared. They quickly crossed the distance between them, both thinking the exact same thing. No words needed to be said. He saw the love he’d been waiting for shining in her eyes; she saw the desire she’d longed for burning in his.
They moved in the same instant. She leapt into his arms, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved his hands to support her weight, they kissed – and continued to kiss as he carried her down the hall to her room.
He was untying her robe before the door had completely closed behind them. She shrugged her arms out of it and let it fall to the floor. A few short steps and he laid her down gently on the bed. She broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, and let him do the same to hers.
This was usually as far as they got before John made some excuse to leave. For a split second she was afraid he would do it again, but then his lips were on her neck and one hand was delicately caressing her breast, and that glimmer of doubt melted away with her quickening heartbeat.
She reached down between them to feel the hardness she could already see through the thin fabric of his pants. He groaned into her ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth. He knew her ears were a sensitive spot for her, and he intended to visit every possible spot on her body that he could.
The heat of his skin against hers was exquisite. As he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, finally taking a nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue play across it, she moaned out loud, the equivalent of the happy noise he loved so much multiplied times a million.
This is really going to happen. He’s not stopping, and oh, god, that feels good…
He moved further down, his tongue tracing a line down the center of her stomach. He looked up at her with a grin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. He raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question, and she nodded without hesitation in response.
He pulled them off slowly, tossing them onto the floor. As he took one leg and began kissing a path from her ankle to her thigh, he marveled at what a lucky man he was. She was even more beautiful naked than he’d imagined. She was a goddess of natural light and simple elegance. And she loves me.
She sat up, shifting on the bed so her head could rest on a pillow. He moved toward her on his knees, and she moved up onto hers to kiss him again. Her heart was racing as her hands pushed his pants and underwear down. He shifted to one knee, then the other, in order to pull them off. She was curious to see, to touch, to taste, what she had never experienced before. It was then she realized she had to tell him.
She pulled away and rested her hands lightly on his shoulders. She was frightened.
“John, I’m a…” she whispered, breathing heavily. “I mean, I’ve never…” He stopped her by pressing a finger to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“I don’t care, Katie. I would want you, and love you, exactly the same whether you were or you weren’t.” He let go and gently cupped her face in both hands. “Is this what you want?”
She didn’t have to think. “Yes. I love you and I’ve wanted this since… since that time we made out in the park. Somewhere around kiss number three.” She smiled, the smallest hint of tears in her eyes.
He returned the smile, kissing her softly. “Then I will do everything I can to be as gentle as possible. If you want to stop at any time, just tell me. Do you have, you know, protection?”
She nodded, turning and leaning over to pull a long string of condoms from her bedside table.
“Elle insisted on giving them to me. Most uncomfortable conversation ever.”
He laughed, taking one and setting it on the table, then putting the rest back in the drawer. “You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
He caressed her cheek gently and kissed her again, softer this time, and eased her down onto the bed. Her heart skipped a beat as his knee nudged her legs apart, but she was not afraid. She was happier than she could ever remember being in her life. She trusted him completely, and knew that whatever happened next, she would remember it for the rest of her life. And if she had anything to say about it, he would too.
Setting: After returning to BPRD from the troll market in the Golden Army replay
Rating: R (for teh sex!)
Word Count: 1,391
Prompt: Avalanche by David Cook (lyrics) (song)
I feel alive beside you/And all at once I am whole again/We fall into each other/Your atmosphere is all I'm breathing in
Kitty lay in bed, unable to sleep despite being physically exhausted. They’d just spent hours finally locating the troll market, tracking down the source of the tooth fairies, finding a princess and fighting a forest god. And yet, there was only one thing on her mind.
He loves me. He finally said it! So what am I doing here, alone? We should be together, we should be…
She’d been waiting for him to be ready for that for months, so many months she’d lost count. She valued his respect above all else, and hadn’t pushed, even though she’d wanted him since the first time he’d really kissed her.
She sighed and climbed out of bed, putting a robe on over her tank top and shorts. She often walked the bowels of BPRD when she couldn’t sleep; it was quiet and generally deserted. Now seemed like a good time for a walk.
__________________
Meanwhile, two floors up and three doors down, John had been staring at the same page in his book for at least an hour.
She loves me, she really loves me. She’s beautiful and smart and strong and she loves me, of all the people in the world. I should go to her, I should take her in my arms and…
He shook his head. He respected her more than any other woman he had ever met. He didn’t really know how many guys she’d dated before him, or if she’d ever been with them the way he wanted to be with her. He didn’t want to know, not really, it didn’t matter to him. But he knew she was 8 years younger than him, and the odds were high that she was still a virgin. So he’d waited. He wanted to her to be sure the he was truly the one she wanted. There had been so many times, when they were alone in his room or hers, when he’d been seconds away from giving in to temptation. So why was he still waiting?
He slammed the book shut and set it on the bedside table before swinging his legs out of the bed. He knew he was never going to get to sleep as long as he was thinking about her, and resolved to go for a walk to clear his head.
He pulled on a pair of sweat pants over his boxers, then tugged a t-shirt over his head. He padded out of his room in bare feet, hoping the walk would help him decide what to do, and when to do it. He was so preoccupied, he didn’t even notice when his feet took him to the stairwell.
____________________
Kitty’s socked feet barely made a sound as she walked slowly down the hall. She found herself plagued with sudden doubt. What if he only said it because I said it first, and he didn’t want me to start yelling again? She twirled a strand of hair around her index finger, deep in thought, looking nowhere but the floor in front of her. She reached the end of the hallway and turned around, heading back toward her room.
The sound of the stairwell door opening broke her from her reverie. She turned, and as the door closed behind John he looked up, locking eyes with Kitty. In that second, all the questions and doubt they both had disappeared. They quickly crossed the distance between them, both thinking the exact same thing. No words needed to be said. He saw the love he’d been waiting for shining in her eyes; she saw the desire she’d longed for burning in his.
They moved in the same instant. She leapt into his arms, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved his hands to support her weight, they kissed – and continued to kiss as he carried her down the hall to her room.
He was untying her robe before the door had completely closed behind them. She shrugged her arms out of it and let it fall to the floor. A few short steps and he laid her down gently on the bed. She broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, and let him do the same to hers.
This was usually as far as they got before John made some excuse to leave. For a split second she was afraid he would do it again, but then his lips were on her neck and one hand was delicately caressing her breast, and that glimmer of doubt melted away with her quickening heartbeat.
She reached down between them to feel the hardness she could already see through the thin fabric of his pants. He groaned into her ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth. He knew her ears were a sensitive spot for her, and he intended to visit every possible spot on her body that he could.
The heat of his skin against hers was exquisite. As he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, finally taking a nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue play across it, she moaned out loud, the equivalent of the happy noise he loved so much multiplied times a million.
This is really going to happen. He’s not stopping, and oh, god, that feels good…
He moved further down, his tongue tracing a line down the center of her stomach. He looked up at her with a grin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. He raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question, and she nodded without hesitation in response.
He pulled them off slowly, tossing them onto the floor. As he took one leg and began kissing a path from her ankle to her thigh, he marveled at what a lucky man he was. She was even more beautiful naked than he’d imagined. She was a goddess of natural light and simple elegance. And she loves me.
She sat up, shifting on the bed so her head could rest on a pillow. He moved toward her on his knees, and she moved up onto hers to kiss him again. Her heart was racing as her hands pushed his pants and underwear down. He shifted to one knee, then the other, in order to pull them off. She was curious to see, to touch, to taste, what she had never experienced before. It was then she realized she had to tell him.
She pulled away and rested her hands lightly on his shoulders. She was frightened.
“John, I’m a…” she whispered, breathing heavily. “I mean, I’ve never…” He stopped her by pressing a finger to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“I don’t care, Katie. I would want you, and love you, exactly the same whether you were or you weren’t.” He let go and gently cupped her face in both hands. “Is this what you want?”
She didn’t have to think. “Yes. I love you and I’ve wanted this since… since that time we made out in the park. Somewhere around kiss number three.” She smiled, the smallest hint of tears in her eyes.
He returned the smile, kissing her softly. “Then I will do everything I can to be as gentle as possible. If you want to stop at any time, just tell me. Do you have, you know, protection?”
She nodded, turning and leaning over to pull a long string of condoms from her bedside table.
“Elle insisted on giving them to me. Most uncomfortable conversation ever.”
He laughed, taking one and setting it on the table, then putting the rest back in the drawer. “You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
He caressed her cheek gently and kissed her again, softer this time, and eased her down onto the bed. Her heart skipped a beat as his knee nudged her legs apart, but she was not afraid. She was happier than she could ever remember being in her life. She trusted him completely, and knew that whatever happened next, she would remember it for the rest of her life. And if she had anything to say about it, he would too.
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Date: 2010-05-22 03:09 am (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-05-22 08:49 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2010-05-22 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-02 02:37 pm (UTC)Logan is too shocked to even be pissed off. He's considering gutting Elle, though. Why he wants to take it out on her, I don't know...))
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Date: 2010-06-02 02:50 pm (UTC)And I can see that argument between Logan and Elle ending in epic angry hatesex for some reason...
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Date: 2010-06-02 04:25 pm (UTC)Heh. Yeah, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the only reason I can think of why he would try going after her, rather than the people who are actually to blame. Ferals... *eyeroll*
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Date: 2010-06-02 04:34 pm (UTC)