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Fandom: Silent Hill 3
Character: Alessa Gillespie and Stanley Coleman
Theme Set: 1
Prompt: Hide my face
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 560
Notes: AU setting, set slightly after SH3. Alessa is 31 in this fic.
It’s a quiet and dark place. The shadows of various things dance against the walls like a perverted ballet, set to the sound of an abysmal silence. The sound of crying breaks the silence. Hushed whispers shatter it further still. In a small room, decayed by time itself, two figures lay facing each other. Limbs intertwined with one another, they stare deeply into each other’s eyes. The man reaches a hand out to stroke the woman’s dark hair. She smiles slightly at the soothing touch, and runs her hands over the man’s stubbled, and yet feminine like face.
She opens her mouth to say something, but she’s silenced with a finger over her lips. “Shh, Alessa,” he speaks in a soft whisper.
Alessa nods her head, and shifts even closer to him. Her naked breasts brush against his chest and she shivers. “Stan,” she whispers softly. He holds her close, rubbing her back, at times coming precariously close to running his hands over her buttocks. He holds back, and instead chooses to watch her eyes which look all over the room. At one moment she looks terrified, and quickly hides her face into Stan’s chest. He says nothing, but he can guess easily that she must have seen one of those disgusting creatures that dares to call itself a deity. “It’s gone Alessa. It can’t hurt you.”
Alessa lifts her head up, and takes a look. The creature she saw is gone. She lets out a small laugh to relieve her built up tension. Stan kisses her on the mouth, and slips his tongue inside. Alessa opens her mouth a bit more to allow him easier access. When he’s done kissing her, he releases, and watches as her mouth gulps for air.
She wraps her legs around his hips, and she’s dangerously close to his growing erection. He kisses her on the neck, gently biting the area between her neck and shoulder. She whimpers softly, rubs herself against him, and shivers. She freezes suddenly, and just as quickly hides her face against Stan’s chest. He strokes her hair, and whispers words of comfort to her. When the threat is gone, she lifts her head up again. Stan kisses her, and she pulls herself closer to him. He gives her what she wants, and enters inside of her.
She lets out a gasp at the invasion, but starts to accommodate to him. He doesn’t slam in and out of her at inhuman speeds. He’s gentle, and his thrusts are shallow, but they do the trick. He’s able to hold off on his climax by doing this. In a while Alessa’s softly moaning against his shoulder. A strong tension builds up inside of her, and when she can no longer contain it she lets out a muffled scream against Stan’s shoulder. He grabs her behind, and enters himself even deeper inside. Her spasms increase, and they don’t stop for at least two minutes.
When she’s done, the brown haired man flips her on her back, and has his way with her. It only takes a minute, and he’s reached his climax. When he’s done, he pulls out. The two curl up side by side, and Alessa hides her face in his chest.
Character: Alessa Gillespie and Stanley Coleman
Theme Set: 1
Prompt: Hide my face
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 560
Notes: AU setting, set slightly after SH3. Alessa is 31 in this fic.
It’s a quiet and dark place. The shadows of various things dance against the walls like a perverted ballet, set to the sound of an abysmal silence. The sound of crying breaks the silence. Hushed whispers shatter it further still. In a small room, decayed by time itself, two figures lay facing each other. Limbs intertwined with one another, they stare deeply into each other’s eyes. The man reaches a hand out to stroke the woman’s dark hair. She smiles slightly at the soothing touch, and runs her hands over the man’s stubbled, and yet feminine like face.
She opens her mouth to say something, but she’s silenced with a finger over her lips. “Shh, Alessa,” he speaks in a soft whisper.
Alessa nods her head, and shifts even closer to him. Her naked breasts brush against his chest and she shivers. “Stan,” she whispers softly. He holds her close, rubbing her back, at times coming precariously close to running his hands over her buttocks. He holds back, and instead chooses to watch her eyes which look all over the room. At one moment she looks terrified, and quickly hides her face into Stan’s chest. He says nothing, but he can guess easily that she must have seen one of those disgusting creatures that dares to call itself a deity. “It’s gone Alessa. It can’t hurt you.”
Alessa lifts her head up, and takes a look. The creature she saw is gone. She lets out a small laugh to relieve her built up tension. Stan kisses her on the mouth, and slips his tongue inside. Alessa opens her mouth a bit more to allow him easier access. When he’s done kissing her, he releases, and watches as her mouth gulps for air.
She wraps her legs around his hips, and she’s dangerously close to his growing erection. He kisses her on the neck, gently biting the area between her neck and shoulder. She whimpers softly, rubs herself against him, and shivers. She freezes suddenly, and just as quickly hides her face against Stan’s chest. He strokes her hair, and whispers words of comfort to her. When the threat is gone, she lifts her head up again. Stan kisses her, and she pulls herself closer to him. He gives her what she wants, and enters inside of her.
She lets out a gasp at the invasion, but starts to accommodate to him. He doesn’t slam in and out of her at inhuman speeds. He’s gentle, and his thrusts are shallow, but they do the trick. He’s able to hold off on his climax by doing this. In a while Alessa’s softly moaning against his shoulder. A strong tension builds up inside of her, and when she can no longer contain it she lets out a muffled scream against Stan’s shoulder. He grabs her behind, and enters himself even deeper inside. Her spasms increase, and they don’t stop for at least two minutes.
When she’s done, the brown haired man flips her on her back, and has his way with her. It only takes a minute, and he’s reached his climax. When he’s done, he pulls out. The two curl up side by side, and Alessa hides her face in his chest.