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boar_expert) wrote2008-06-24 11:44 am
boar_expert) wrote2008-06-24 11:44 am
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[Quote This] JUNE: April Topic - Chuck Palahniuk Quote [RATED NC-17]
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jshephard. Takes place in the AU tryin_togetby universe and in no way affects the current muses in this comm.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
There were all kinds of reasons to ditch the poor bastard already, the least of them being that he could turn on her at any moment. She’d all but kidnaped him, for the love of God...she was trusting him with her freedom and too damn many of her secrets. Trust was a liability, and now he was a loose end she really needed to tie up before it was too late.
Yet here she was, letting him in...shielded behind the walls of another cheap motel room, she was letting him well past her own personal walls, straight through to her skin as he stripped off her shirt, rushed but not rough. Never rough...she was the one who was rough as she straddled his lap and rocked hard against him. She could feel him stiffening, feel herself aching for that hardness inside of her. Not him, though...his hands were too skilled, too deft to be anything but precise and eager, yet still infinitely gentle.
She probably should have stopped him, especially with the way his fingers kept hesitating as they tangled in her hair or smoothed over her now bare arms. That would be right, that would be fair. He was too damaged, and there was still hope for him if he got the hell away from her.
Instead, she caught his wrists and drew his hands to her breasts, arching into his touch as they took control again. Now they were rough...pleasantly so, caressing and kneading and making her breath catch in her throat.
She was losing track of her own actions, of time as a whole. His mouth was on her skin, on her breast, sucking and teasing through the thin fabric of her bra. He was pushing her away, stripping off his clothes...he was over her, naked and hard and warm as he drew her to straddle him again as he sat on the bed.
He held her hips as she guided him into her. He forced her to go slow as his length eased into her. When he let her move, it was in slow, hard thrusts that made her cry out...every cry he swallowed with his mouth on hers. The urgent thrust of his tongue against hers completely opposed the driving, deliberate rhythm he was making her body keep to.
She wanted to come. She wanted to move. She wanted to escape from the heat rolling over her skin, the knot of desire in her gut, the throb of him inside her. She wanted out of this prison of need, and he was the only one that could set her free.
She was completely at his mercy. No matter if she tightened around him, if she struggled against his grip...she was his for the night. His to torture, his to pleasure...his to mark. His fingers would leave bruises...she welcomed them.
The hitch in his breath made her want to sob in relief as he let her move just a little faster. She did sob...wept against his neck, cried and moaned and wailed until his hands finally released their grip and slid over her body as she moved on her own. She was rough, she was angry at him for teasing her...she held nothing back as she clutched his shoulders and kissed him so hard their teeth clacked together painfully.
Still, she was at his mercy until he broke the kiss and whispered in her ear...rough and commanding, hands everywhere to coax her to the pinnacle.
“Come for me, Kate.”
She was completely at his mercy...and so she did as she was told, letting him all the way into her body and her soul.
Making sure she could never leave him now.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 631
jshephard. Takes place in the AU tryin_togetby universe and in no way affects the current muses in this comm.The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
There were all kinds of reasons to ditch the poor bastard already, the least of them being that he could turn on her at any moment. She’d all but kidnaped him, for the love of God...she was trusting him with her freedom and too damn many of her secrets. Trust was a liability, and now he was a loose end she really needed to tie up before it was too late.
Yet here she was, letting him in...shielded behind the walls of another cheap motel room, she was letting him well past her own personal walls, straight through to her skin as he stripped off her shirt, rushed but not rough. Never rough...she was the one who was rough as she straddled his lap and rocked hard against him. She could feel him stiffening, feel herself aching for that hardness inside of her. Not him, though...his hands were too skilled, too deft to be anything but precise and eager, yet still infinitely gentle.
She probably should have stopped him, especially with the way his fingers kept hesitating as they tangled in her hair or smoothed over her now bare arms. That would be right, that would be fair. He was too damaged, and there was still hope for him if he got the hell away from her.
Instead, she caught his wrists and drew his hands to her breasts, arching into his touch as they took control again. Now they were rough...pleasantly so, caressing and kneading and making her breath catch in her throat.
She was losing track of her own actions, of time as a whole. His mouth was on her skin, on her breast, sucking and teasing through the thin fabric of her bra. He was pushing her away, stripping off his clothes...he was over her, naked and hard and warm as he drew her to straddle him again as he sat on the bed.
He held her hips as she guided him into her. He forced her to go slow as his length eased into her. When he let her move, it was in slow, hard thrusts that made her cry out...every cry he swallowed with his mouth on hers. The urgent thrust of his tongue against hers completely opposed the driving, deliberate rhythm he was making her body keep to.
She wanted to come. She wanted to move. She wanted to escape from the heat rolling over her skin, the knot of desire in her gut, the throb of him inside her. She wanted out of this prison of need, and he was the only one that could set her free.
She was completely at his mercy. No matter if she tightened around him, if she struggled against his grip...she was his for the night. His to torture, his to pleasure...his to mark. His fingers would leave bruises...she welcomed them.
The hitch in his breath made her want to sob in relief as he let her move just a little faster. She did sob...wept against his neck, cried and moaned and wailed until his hands finally released their grip and slid over her body as she moved on her own. She was rough, she was angry at him for teasing her...she held nothing back as she clutched his shoulders and kissed him so hard their teeth clacked together painfully.
Still, she was at his mercy until he broke the kiss and whispered in her ear...rough and commanding, hands everywhere to coax her to the pinnacle.
“Come for me, Kate.”
She was completely at his mercy...and so she did as she was told, letting him all the way into her body and her soul.
Making sure she could never leave him now.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 631