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“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.” – Robert Frost, Fire and Ice
Those Who Favor Fire
“Oh, g-god! Michael!” she gasped as the urge to rock herself against his hard body rolled over her. Beneath her, he groaned in response and gripped her hips roughly.
“P-Parker,” he choked out in reply, “stop moving!”
She moaned and buried her face in his neck, panting as she struggled to control the fire that was raging in her blood. Her mouth brushing against the bare skin of his shoulder was not helping her quest for control at all. She licked her lips unthinkingly and the salty tang of his flesh made her grit her teeth to keep from tasting him again. Stupid heat wave and stupid alien for staying late to help her clean up the Crashdown in an old wife beater!
“You h-h-have to s-stop this!” she whimpered frantically, cursing herself for not paying better attention to what she was doing. If she hadn’t been daydreaming, then maybe she wouldn’t have turned around and crashed into Michael. The air had been knocked out of them when they hit the ground and they’d both involuntarily closed their eyes in shock. When they opened them, their gazes had locked and this, this…burning inferno of desire had overtaken them. She knew she was holding on to control by the thinnest of margins, but she’d never felt anything like this before in her life! How was a person supposed to keep their head when something felt this sinfully good?!
Her body kept twitching unconsciously above him and it was all he could do to keep from thrusting up into the welcoming heat of her, clothes be damned. He gritted his teeth and growled in agitation, “Y-you think I’m n-not trying? I don’t even know what this is!”
Her hands were clutching at his sides as she fought to keep still and think logically. As the rough scent of aroused male invaded and overwhelmed her senses, she had to admit defeat. This was one battle she definitely wasn’t winning. “I…I’ve got to get up,” she finally puffed out weakly. “M-maybe if we’re not touching it won’t be sooo bad.”
He nodded jerkily and the sharp contraction of his shoulder muscles beneath her lips sent another sizzling spike of flame shooting through her. She dragged her hands up the solid planes of his chest and forced her body upright with a push. They moaned in unison as the movement left her neatly straddling him, the rigid length of his hardness tenting his jeans and pressing into the damp silk of her panties. Her eyes slid shut at the deliciously foreign sensation and he hissed in frustration at the blissful expression on her face.
“Don’t stop there, Parker,” he snarled at her. “Either get the hell off me or wriggle, but don’t just sit there!”
Her lips parted and her lids slid open to half-mast, giving her a sultry look that made his blood boil to roll her beneath him and show her what happened when you tempted a desperate man with come-fuck-me eyes. “Wriggle?” she breathed questioningly and what was left of his restraint broke with an audible snap.
“Yeah,” he purred as he kneaded the curves beneath his palms. “Just – give it a little roll…” He demonstrated by digging his fingers into her hips and swiveling her body against him in a figure eight as he braced his feet against the floor and pushed the rough edges of his button fly up into her softness. A roaring fire of lust exploded inside him as he watched the quivering spread over her as she gave into the exquisite pleasure he was offering.
“MICHAEL!” she wailed as her body went rigid and her back arched over the steep incline of his knees. The sight of the stiff points of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her uniform made his mouth water and he couldn’t stop another hard jerk of his hips into the cradle of her thighs as she trembled beneath his hands.
The meager strength she had supporting her body gave out and she collapsed back against his chest limply. He was hot and aching within the confines of his jeans, but he did his best to ignore it as he caressed her back in soothing strokes while she came down from the torturous high of her orgasm. His head was spinning as he tried desperately to wrap his mind around what had just happened. Had he really just made Liz Parker cum without even touching her soft skin?
He realized that he had to be dreaming; real life didn’t get this good.
Author's Notes
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1. Inspired by the drabble prompts at PA. Prompt was Fire.
2. Thought I'd give everyone something nicer since my last drabble was so, well, vicious. This is not a part of the Variable Suns universe.
3. This is my first attempt at warming up my smut muse in almost a decade. I know, I know; it's not real smut yet, but give me a break. I'm workin' up to it.
Last edited by TheOtherWillow on Tue Feb 27, 2007 6:41 pm, edited 3 times in total.
She licked past dry, cracking lips as she watched him through the pickup window, comfortably sniping back and forth with Jose as they traded shifts. The gruff timbre of his voice danced down her spine the same way his fingers had stroked her back while he held her, trembling breathlessly from the best orgasm of her life. The air caught in her throat at the sight of those same fingers sliding through his hair as he yanked off the bandana he wore while cooking.
She’d been dreaming about those hands on her body for two weeks now.
She whimpered quietly as he wrenched off his apron, the action accidentally catching the bottom of his t-shirt and jerking it up to expose the pale skin of his abdomen as he stretched. She swallowed heavily at the thought of flicking her tongue inside the dip that housed his belly button and then tracing a wet path down the little trail of downy hair she’d glimpsed disappearing beneath the jeans he wore slung low on his hips. He tugged the hem of the shirt back into place and waved goodbye to Jose as he headed towards the back. She watched until he was no longer visible through the window and she was struck by an epiphany:
She was damned.
Irrevocably and irretrievably lost. She knew Michael had done the right thing that night. Like a gentleman, he’d held her shaking form as she came down and then as soon as she had her breath back he’d peeled her off of him and made a quick escape. They’d agreed later that it was just some alien thing; no harm done and no reason to mention it to anyone else. Except fourteen days later she was still burning for him.
She was lost because she recognized that she had no intention or desire to tell Max and Maria what had happened. She was lost because she found that she didn’t regret coming apart in his arms. She was lost because all she could think about was whether or not he was burning for her too.
She was lost, more than anything else, because she wanted him to be.
***
He was in hell.
He growled unhappily as he stalked through his apartment toward the bedroom, yanking his shirt angrily over his head as he went. There was no other explanation, the gods had obviously decided to begin punishing him for his sins early.
How else had the warm vanilla scent of Liz’s skin managed to sink into the fabric of his t-shirt? They hadn’t been within four feet of each other in weeks! Not since that night…He shook his head to clear his mind of memories he couldn’t bear to contemplate. He was already driving himself mad with the thought of her, he couldn’t stand to actually remember. He tried to tell himself that he was wrong, that his over active imagination had manufactured a hint of the sweet fragrance worn by the woman who’d been haunting him. But no; when he buried his nose in the cloth it wafted up from the fibers, teasing his senses.
He groaned as he fell backwards on the bed, realizing that, in his rush to get to work this morning, he’d reached into the hamper and grabbed the first Crashdown shirt he found. Of course it would be the one from that night! As if it wasn’t torture enough just working a shift with her, he had to inflict on himself the extra agony of walking around all the day with the baked sugar cookie smell of her tickling his nostrils at random moments. Between that and the tantalizing view he got of her bending over to clear tables from the pick up window, it was amazing no one had noticed his perpetual hard on.
He made a resolution right then to start doing laundry more often.
He brought both hands up to rub his face, forgetting for a moment that he still had the shirt clutched in his grip. He froze when the cotton brushed his cheek, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath of the lingering scent that clung to the material. He moaned as delicious perfume of her filled his lungs. He closed his eyes and it was like he was back on the floor of the Crashdown. He could almost feel the tempting weight of her curves, the press of her breasts against his chest…
The sharp rap of a knock at the door tore him out of his fantasy. He cursed quietly as he hauled himself out of bed, taking a moment to readjust the painful length of his erection in the suddenly tight fit of his jeans as he stomped to the door and grabbed the handle.
“What?!” he snarled as flung it open without checking to see who was on the other side, convinced it was just another one of those damn kids trying to sell magazines.
Liz paused with her hand half raised to knock again. Lowering her fist slowly, she drank in the sight of a half-dressed Michael. She swallowed dryly as her eyes caressed the lines of his body, pausing to appreciate the heavy bulge that her hands itched to explore before dragging her gaze up to meet his.
He quirked an eyebrow at her blatant perusal and leveled her with a smirk as he drawled, “See something you like, Parker?”
She thought hazily as she devoured his mouth that launching herself at him answered that question nicely.
Author’s Notes
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1. I love you all, but I had absolutely no intention to write any more to Those Who Favor Fire; it was supposed to be a one-shot. But I was flipping through an old book of poetry last night and ran across one called Ad Finum by Ella Wheeler Wilcox and it, combined with the multiple requests for a sequel from all you lovely people who left feedback, inspired me. Now instead of a one shot, looks like you guys are getting a three part-er.
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*Warning* - Adult material ahead. I apologize in advance if this sucks. Be legal if you’re gonna read this and remember: Michael and Liz practice safe sex and you should too. Prompt chosen was: Devour
He stumbled as he caught her, more surprised for a moment by the force her tiny form was capable of generating than her action. She strained to reach his mouth, balancing precariously on her tip toes to taste his lips, and his hands instinctively splayed high on her ribcage to steady her. He gasped as she pressed herself against him and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, the soft velvet of her tongue tangling dangerously with his. He groaned into her mouth and clutched her to him, one of the many questions that had been torturing him these past two weeks finally answered: She tasted even better than she smelled.
He could feel her trembling in his arms from the awkward strain of holding herself up. Sliding his hands teasingly down her ribs, he paused at the small of her back to untie the apron of her uniform and fling it away before gripping her hips and hoisting her up. Her legs locked around him immediately and they both moaned as the action aligned their bodies perfectly. He chuckled to himself as she began wriggling against him and he used that moment’s worth of clarity to kick the door to his apartment shut. He followed the door’s path, leaning forward to plant her against the entrance, affectively trapping her between hard planes of his body and the cracked surface of the wood.
The air escaped her lungs in a whoosh at the impact, forcing her to tear herself away from his mouth to gulp in quick, ragged breaths. His lips tickled the long column of her bared throat, teasing her with the blunt edge of his teeth and warm swipes of his tongue. She squirmed between him and the door, burning with the desire to touch him and taste him, to please him. Her hands fluttered around him aimlessly; tangling in his hair, clutching his arms, stroking the muscles of his back. It was as if she couldn’t decide where to touch first, so she was trying to reach everywhere at once. Each caress enflamed him, driving him further and further beyond reason, and he ground his body against hers to ease the demanding ache.
He pulled back enough to press his forehead against hers as he gasped for breath, distantly glad that she’d at least had the foresight to remove that stupid headband before coming over. Her hands still refused to be idle and she used his momentary distance to dance her fingers down his chest and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He groaned deeply as she flicked at his nipples. “Clothes suck,” he growled as he skimmed his palms up her sides to cup the swell of her breasts through the green cotton fabric.
“Yeah, well - splinters suck, too,” she growled back with a grimace at the feel of the sharp jab of a paint sliver into her shoulder.
He let out a harsh bark of surprised laughter at her reply and found himself pulling them away from the door. “Awful picky, Parker,” he snickered as he spun them and began striding toward his bedroom with her writhing form in his arms. “You gonna want roses and silk sheets next?”
“Nope. Just you,” she purred in response, gazing up with dark eyes while she gripped his shoulders and performed a twisting little shimmy against him as an underscore to her next words, “…deep inside me.”
He staggered, a sharp spike of desire stealing his coordination at the smoky rasp of her voice. “Fuck,” he groaned before attacking her mouth. They strove against each other in a frenzied clash of teeth and tongues. Gripping a handful of hair at the base of her skull, he ripped his lips away before the last tenuous shreds of his control could shatter and snarled in warning, “Keep talkin’ like that and I’m taking you on the floor.”
“Promises, promises,” she murmured as she rubbed her body sinuously against his and nibbled on his neck, her hands tangling in the silken strands of his hair as she shifted impatiently.
Crashing finally into his bedroom, they tumbled together onto the twisted mess of his sheets. He caged her against the mattress with his body, devouring her mouth as his eager hands danced up the smooth skin of her legs.
“Fucking Christ, Parker,” he growled as his thumbs brushed against her hip bones without encountering the expected resistance of panty straps. “Commando?” he queried with an arch of his eyebrow as his questing fingertips delved into the juncture of her thighs to find his access to her wet heat uninterrupted.
“Woman on a mission, here,” she moaned as he explored her slick folds. She bit her lip as he dipped one long finger teasingly inside her and brushed her clit with his thumb. “Ah! Michael!” she yelped as her legs spasmed from the prickly jolt of pleasure that shocked through her at his touch.
He gritted his teeth at the sharp contraction of her muscles around his digit, imagining the same sensation gripping his cock. Pulling his hand away carefully, he groaned in sympathetic agony as she gave a little mewl of discontent at the loss of contact. “Easy, baby,” he muttered before capturing her lips in a mute apology, distracting her from his uncoordinated fumbling with the drawer of his bedside table. His hand closed blindly around a small cardboard box and he pulled it out, snapping the drawer closed with a triumphant bang.
Liz pulled away from his lips and looked at him questioningly at the sound. He gave her a grin and waved the teal box in front of her. She laughed as the word Trojan jumped out at her in combination with the look on his face.
He waggled his eyebrows as he shook a strip of condoms out of the box. “Can’t forget the party hats,” he leered as he tore one packet off and tossed the rest aside.
“Party hats?!” she giggled as she reached forward to unbutton his fly. “Oh, you’re never living that down!”
“Right, Parker,” he sneered as he batted her hands away and ripped her Crashdown uniform open. “Who you gonna tell?” He paused to appreciate the feast of mocha skin laid out before him. “Nice,” he breathed appreciatively as he cupped the small mounds of her breasts, proudly displayed by the sheer white lace of her bra. With a wave of his hand, the bra fell away and he bent to capture a pert nipple with his mouth.
He was driving her insane with every pass of his tongue against her flesh but after two weeks of constant burning desire, all she wanted was to have him pounding into her. “Foreplay later,” she demanded, panting as she simultaneously writhed beneath him and tried to force his jeans down the narrow slope of his hips. “Fuck me now.”
The sound of sweet little Lizzie Parker demanding he fuck her was nearly enough to push him over the edge right then. “Your wish…” he bit out as he gritted his teeth for control and pulled himself away from her to hastily kick off his pants. Heavily lidded eyes watched as she took the opportunity to divest herself of the ruined remains of her clothes. His tongue darted out to hungrily lick his dry lips as she leaned back against his pillows, leaving herself spread out before him like an offering. He grabbed the packet he’d torn off earlier and ripped it open, for once in his life content to follow an order without arguing.
“How many of those do you have?” she demanded as she watched him roll the thin latex down his straining shaft.
“Bout half a box,” he replied with wicked delight as he gripped her legs and tugged, sliding her partially down the bed and into his eagerly waiting arms.
She moaned appreciatively at the feel of his naked flesh gliding against hers as he positioned himself over her. “We’re gonna need more,” she gasped prophetically as she rocked the slick heat of her folds against his rigid hardness.
“Oh yeah,” he agreed distractedly as he gripped himself and teased her slit with his erection, rubbing the bulbous head temptingly against her opening to coat himself with her juices . “Lots more,” he grunted as he lined up their bodies and leisurely pushed forward, parting her slowly as he pressed his thick mass inside.
She whimpered desperately as he claimed her, sinking the stiff length of his body steadily into her waiting depths until he was buried to the hilt. He paused to give her a chance to adjust and she locked her ankles behind his back to bring him even deeper. He groaned appreciatively and fought the urge to thrust wildly into her before she was ready. Unable to stop himself, he rocked his pelvis against her.
Liz arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of being filled by him. It was just short of pain, how huge he felt inside her; stretching the walls of her body to accommodate his solid girth. She didn’t think there was anything that could feel as divine as him being sheathed inside her until he moved, and his gentle thrust sent blinding shocks of bliss pulsing through her. Her nails sank little crescents into his shoulders as she begged him to move and he grunted blissfully at the pain as he slowly began to ease his cock in and out of her in smooth thrusts.
God, she was so tight! Her internal walls gripped every inch of him in pulsing waves and he bit the inside of his mouth in concentration to keep from cumming before she did. He grabbed her knees and pushed them up to her chest, changing the angle of his penetration and giving him more room to reach the tiny bud of pleasure nestled among her folds.
“Michael!” she hissed in delight as he began to circle her clit in time to his thrusts. She rolled her hips to meet him, the fire inside her burning higher and higher with every sharp slap of his body into hers. “F-faster!” she demanded as her muscles began to tense, the wave of her pleasure mounting as he pounded her into the mattress. He pushed one of her knees aside and bent to lave the turgid point of her nipple with his mouth. The seductive pull of his rough velvet tongue flickering against her sensitive flesh was the last push she needed, and she fell over the edge screaming his name. “M-Michael!” she wailed over and over again until she ran out of air.
Her body clamped down around him, increasing the already mind-blowing friction to the point that he couldn’t see straight. He knew he should slow down, give her a chance to recover from her orgasm, but he just couldn’t stop. He own release was spiraling towards him like a freight train. “Liz,” he panted desperately, “gonna c-cum…”
Beneath him, his little brown haired seductress gave a wicked smile as she slid her hands up his chest. “Cum for me, Michael,” she purred as she pinched and kneaded his nipples. “I wanna feel you explode…”
“Gah!” he gulped incoherently as her dirty talk sent a bolt of pleasure shooting straight to his cock. “Fuck, LIZ!” he cried loudly as his own orgasm overwhelmed him, bursting out of him in a violent explosion of gratification. He collapsed weakly against her and she nuzzled the damp skin of his neck with her nose as she stroked his back soothingly.
Regretfully, he pulled out of her and removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from the bedside table and tossing it in the trash before rolling over on his back, offering her a place on his chest with a wave of his arm. She fitted herself against his side automatically and he curved his arm around her, stroking his fingertips along the sleek skin of her side.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, he marveled at how right it felt to have her there. She smiled up at him, the sparkle in her dark eyes easily telegraphing that she felt the same way. She parted her lips to speak, but he wasn’t ready to complicate what they had by discussing it, so he cut her off with a kiss.
It didn’t take long for them to lose themselves in one another, and in no time at all he felt his lower body stirring. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he asked breathlessly as he pressed the insistent weight of his erection into her stomach, “Wanna go again?”
“I think we’d better,” she said with a laugh in reply as she grabbed the condom box and moved to straddle him. Shaking a loose foil packet out into her hand, she tossed the box onto the pillow by his head. Ripping the small package open with her teeth, she stroked him to even greater fullness before sliding the circle down his length. “Can’t let any of these party hats go to waste, now can we?” she teased with a gasp as lowered herself onto him.
He moaned happily at the feel of being sheathed inside her once more before her words permeated his lust filled haze. He growled and silenced her taunting grin with his mouth. “Shut up and wriggle, Parker,” he commanded against her lips with a smile as he pulled away.
So she did.
Fini.
Author’s Note
1. Okay, so…chatty. My porn characters are apparently very chatty. *shrugs* Don’t ask me, they just wouldn’t shut up.
2. Btw: Jeez, sorry this thing took so long. This last week sucked so there was no writing to be had for me. Plus, holy hell – this stuff’s hard to write. This may be the last full out porn anyone gets from me for a while.
