ficpost: "Flicker Fall" Beka/Trance
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wisdomeagleTitle: "Flicker Fall"
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Beka/Trance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Drug use.
Disclaimer: The story is mine; the characters and their universe are not. No money is made.
Spoilers/Timeline: During or after "The Pearls That Were His Eyes."
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo; kink is "drugs."
Summary: Beka's own gravity is tearing her apart. (Flash helps.)
Word count: 570
Flicker Fall
The addiction comes from Daddy, but the power is Beka's own. The first dose is always like this. Intensity. Clarity. Reversal. Every denial becomes consent, every straight-edge, prudish promise is broken, shards of glass across her skin, across her heart. Her blood races, her heart pounds, she shivers with cold and the nearest body flares with heat, drawing Beka's desire out of her and into someone else's flesh.
Better, stronger, faster. Flash. The insides of her eyeballs, the back of her knees, her palms, her clit, her toes, her nanites -- her hair is rainbowing, blonde to babygirl red to fire-hot orange and then to purple, the color of Trance's skin, Trance's fingers, the inside of Trance's thighs. Her head is one shrill scream, and the only thing brighter than her exploding brain is Trance, Trance's smile and her fingers and the glitter of her love, Trance's giggle.
"Come on Beka, just come down, I can't help you if you're way up there."
"Come and get me, come on, come on." She's twitching, back and forth, twisting her legs so she can't feel her cunt seeping, so she gets some friction between her clit and her leathers. Come on come on come on. She's thinking faster than she can see, breathing faster than she can talk; she can't see Trance anymore, just a blur of purple and gold, starlight.
The kiss startles her into stillness for a moment, then is fast again, too fast, way too fast, too fast too fast she can't understand which is her mouth and which is Trance's, and she lets out a gasp that's confusion, surprise, not pleasure at all, not joy at Trance's hand on the back of her neck, pressing her deeper into this kiss, caressing her, if not to stillness, to a calm, steady vibration. Trance's left thigh slides between her legs, and the upper part of Trance's thigh, softer than satin, inhumanly gentle, teases up her legs, sets her to keening. Deeper please fuck please just please god faster please.
She's had sex like this before, frantic, when her father died, when a deal went south, when she first flew the Maru solo. Exhilaration and defeat at once, too stuck in her own head to think of anyone's pleasure. Just, please, "Get on your knees."
"Ask nicely," Trance says, pouting. If she were really mad, Beka would be dead.
Kiss me again.
"Please goddamnit fuck me Trance please."
Trance shakes her head, apologetic, sad. Her mouth is like a black hole around Beka's cunt, itches against her stubbly pubic hair (purple now, for Trance's sake; her whole body wants to burn purple, to welcome Trance inside her skin). Trance makes her clit, her cunt, her whole damn body scream for more penetration, for Trance's tongue to flicker faster over her labia, into her cunt and out again, to lick her clit, and lick, and lick, to make her forget the buzzing in her head and feel only the electricity in her groin, and she comes. Against Trance's golden smile, she comes, and the world is still flickering, and her cunt's still buzzing, and she rubs herself against Trance but can't get enough contact to counteract the feeling that her skin is on inside out, that her brain has misfired, that she's going to fall, and fall, and fall, and wake up in the mud, a broken kludge, no faster and no better and no stronger than any other Valentine.
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Beka/Trance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Drug use.
Disclaimer: The story is mine; the characters and their universe are not. No money is made.
Spoilers/Timeline: During or after "The Pearls That Were His Eyes."
Notes: For
kink_bingo; kink is "drugs."Summary: Beka's own gravity is tearing her apart. (Flash helps.)
Word count: 570
Flicker Fall
The addiction comes from Daddy, but the power is Beka's own. The first dose is always like this. Intensity. Clarity. Reversal. Every denial becomes consent, every straight-edge, prudish promise is broken, shards of glass across her skin, across her heart. Her blood races, her heart pounds, she shivers with cold and the nearest body flares with heat, drawing Beka's desire out of her and into someone else's flesh.
Better, stronger, faster. Flash. The insides of her eyeballs, the back of her knees, her palms, her clit, her toes, her nanites -- her hair is rainbowing, blonde to babygirl red to fire-hot orange and then to purple, the color of Trance's skin, Trance's fingers, the inside of Trance's thighs. Her head is one shrill scream, and the only thing brighter than her exploding brain is Trance, Trance's smile and her fingers and the glitter of her love, Trance's giggle.
"Come on Beka, just come down, I can't help you if you're way up there."
"Come and get me, come on, come on." She's twitching, back and forth, twisting her legs so she can't feel her cunt seeping, so she gets some friction between her clit and her leathers. Come on come on come on. She's thinking faster than she can see, breathing faster than she can talk; she can't see Trance anymore, just a blur of purple and gold, starlight.
The kiss startles her into stillness for a moment, then is fast again, too fast, way too fast, too fast too fast she can't understand which is her mouth and which is Trance's, and she lets out a gasp that's confusion, surprise, not pleasure at all, not joy at Trance's hand on the back of her neck, pressing her deeper into this kiss, caressing her, if not to stillness, to a calm, steady vibration. Trance's left thigh slides between her legs, and the upper part of Trance's thigh, softer than satin, inhumanly gentle, teases up her legs, sets her to keening. Deeper please fuck please just please god faster please.
She's had sex like this before, frantic, when her father died, when a deal went south, when she first flew the Maru solo. Exhilaration and defeat at once, too stuck in her own head to think of anyone's pleasure. Just, please, "Get on your knees."
"Ask nicely," Trance says, pouting. If she were really mad, Beka would be dead.
Kiss me again.
"Please goddamnit fuck me Trance please."
Trance shakes her head, apologetic, sad. Her mouth is like a black hole around Beka's cunt, itches against her stubbly pubic hair (purple now, for Trance's sake; her whole body wants to burn purple, to welcome Trance inside her skin). Trance makes her clit, her cunt, her whole damn body scream for more penetration, for Trance's tongue to flicker faster over her labia, into her cunt and out again, to lick her clit, and lick, and lick, to make her forget the buzzing in her head and feel only the electricity in her groin, and she comes. Against Trance's golden smile, she comes, and the world is still flickering, and her cunt's still buzzing, and she rubs herself against Trance but can't get enough contact to counteract the feeling that her skin is on inside out, that her brain has misfired, that she's going to fall, and fall, and fall, and wake up in the mud, a broken kludge, no faster and no better and no stronger than any other Valentine.
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Date: 2009-12-29 01:04 am (UTC)I loved this line She's twitching, back and forth, twisting her legs so she can't feel her cunt seeping, so she gets some friction between her clit and her leathers.
--It was hot, but at the same time there was this hard feeling in the center of your chest that this behavior is only because of the drugs, from your word choice there at the beginning of "twitching".
Very much enjoyed!