Fic: One Night with Ella
Rated: Nc-17.
By: Briar_ Lily
Fandom: Cowboys and Aliens.
Pairing: Jake/Ella
Summary: Jake has a very nice dream about Ella. This is smut, people. Even if you haven't seen the movie but enjoy a sexy story, read this.
Jake wasn't the type of man who had dreams. He rarely had nightmares. He rarely had good dreams. He always slept soundly, no tossing or turning.
Life hadn't really been good to him lately, though. All of his memories were slowly seeping back: he could remember the woman he had been in love with. He could remember Ella. He could remember seeing both of them die. He could remember the taste of Ella's mouth. But they were both dead. If he wanted a woman, he could buy one at any local bar. But he would never again see the women he wanted to see.
Ever since Ella had disappeared into the sky, he had dreamed about her every night. It was like he couldn't escape her; she was still communicating to him in his sleep. He wondered sometimes what death was like for an alien. Did Ella live on, in some way? In the dreams, she always sat down beside him in a bar and offered him a shot of whiskey.
But not that night.
He laid down on the hard ground and stared up at the stars until his eyes blurred and he fell asleep. The dream began as it always did: he was sitting in a bar, his hat tilted down over his eyes. A few other customers sat around the poker tables, drinking and playing cards. No one paid any attention to Jake and he liked it that way. The less attention drawn to him, the better.
Then she walked in. Ella was all wispy hair and gangly legs. Her dress caught around her legs and hung limply on her frame. He had seen her naked once, he knew what she looked like under that dress. It wasn't a picture he was likely to forget. But it was her eyes that hooked him: those big eyes that always seemed to hang onto every word he said. She always stared at Jake like he was SOMEBODY, somebody that mattered. Maybe in her complex other wordly brain he was.
She walked up to him and stared at him seriously. "Just here to drink?" she asked softly.
He bit back a smirk. "Unless you had something else in mind." The first time he'd met her, he thought she was a hooker.
"I do, actually," a small smile lit up her face, making his stomach tighten.
"What do you mean?" he asked, forcing himself to drag his eyes away from hers. He looked down at his empty whiskey glass. She slid into his lap and he was taken aback.
"Have you missed me?" She murmurred, her breath light on his face.
He shrugged, but he figured she knew the answer. "I dream about you sometimes."
The kiss was unexpected. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as she kissed him heatedly. She slid her hands up under his shirt, against his tight belly. He licked her ips and tried to figure out what she tasted like. It was like a sweet drink he had never tasted before. Her fingers swept over his skin, down over his belt buckle. "Uh...we can't do that here," he panted.
"Why?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Well, there's people around."
"Back here, then." she pulled him behind the bar. "Down here. No one will see us down here." She leaned forward and licked his collarbone. "Do you want me or not?"
He didn't have any more arguements. He pulled her against him and crushed her mouth with his. She yanked open his shirt and began tugging on his belt. He focused on kissing her, pulling open her dress with a smattering of buttons. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He took a long, appreciative look. Her nipples were dark against her pale skin. He cupped her breasts roughly in his hands as she tore off his pants. "Usually in my dreams, you just talk," he said dazedly as she reached between his legs and stroked him.
"Do you want me to just talk?" she asked as she dropped to her knees and oh so slowly took him into her mouth.
He gasped. "No, this is better."
Her tongue was warm and slick on his dick. She sucked on him for a few minutes, slowly and torturously, and he stared down at her half naked body. She pulled back and wordlessly licked her lips as she shimmied out of her dress. He ran his hands down her thigh, up her leg, between her legs. His fingers grazed her insides and his mouth lapped at her naval. He heard her whispering softly, but he couldn't understand the words. He tasted with his tongue, felt her with his fingers.
She dug her nails into his neck and he pulled her legs further apart. He quickly drove himself inside her and twisted himself about, so he could feel every part of her. He nipped at her breasts, tasting her sweat. She kept reaching down and squeezing him as he moved inside of her and he was groaning and coming inside of her before he knew it.
"You can wake up now," she whispered as he spilled inside of her.
By: Briar_ Lily
Fandom: Cowboys and Aliens.
Pairing: Jake/Ella
Summary: Jake has a very nice dream about Ella. This is smut, people. Even if you haven't seen the movie but enjoy a sexy story, read this.
Jake wasn't the type of man who had dreams. He rarely had nightmares. He rarely had good dreams. He always slept soundly, no tossing or turning.
Life hadn't really been good to him lately, though. All of his memories were slowly seeping back: he could remember the woman he had been in love with. He could remember Ella. He could remember seeing both of them die. He could remember the taste of Ella's mouth. But they were both dead. If he wanted a woman, he could buy one at any local bar. But he would never again see the women he wanted to see.
Ever since Ella had disappeared into the sky, he had dreamed about her every night. It was like he couldn't escape her; she was still communicating to him in his sleep. He wondered sometimes what death was like for an alien. Did Ella live on, in some way? In the dreams, she always sat down beside him in a bar and offered him a shot of whiskey.
But not that night.
He laid down on the hard ground and stared up at the stars until his eyes blurred and he fell asleep. The dream began as it always did: he was sitting in a bar, his hat tilted down over his eyes. A few other customers sat around the poker tables, drinking and playing cards. No one paid any attention to Jake and he liked it that way. The less attention drawn to him, the better.
Then she walked in. Ella was all wispy hair and gangly legs. Her dress caught around her legs and hung limply on her frame. He had seen her naked once, he knew what she looked like under that dress. It wasn't a picture he was likely to forget. But it was her eyes that hooked him: those big eyes that always seemed to hang onto every word he said. She always stared at Jake like he was SOMEBODY, somebody that mattered. Maybe in her complex other wordly brain he was.
She walked up to him and stared at him seriously. "Just here to drink?" she asked softly.
He bit back a smirk. "Unless you had something else in mind." The first time he'd met her, he thought she was a hooker.
"I do, actually," a small smile lit up her face, making his stomach tighten.
"What do you mean?" he asked, forcing himself to drag his eyes away from hers. He looked down at his empty whiskey glass. She slid into his lap and he was taken aback.
"Have you missed me?" She murmurred, her breath light on his face.
He shrugged, but he figured she knew the answer. "I dream about you sometimes."
The kiss was unexpected. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as she kissed him heatedly. She slid her hands up under his shirt, against his tight belly. He licked her ips and tried to figure out what she tasted like. It was like a sweet drink he had never tasted before. Her fingers swept over his skin, down over his belt buckle. "Uh...we can't do that here," he panted.
"Why?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Well, there's people around."
"Back here, then." she pulled him behind the bar. "Down here. No one will see us down here." She leaned forward and licked his collarbone. "Do you want me or not?"
He didn't have any more arguements. He pulled her against him and crushed her mouth with his. She yanked open his shirt and began tugging on his belt. He focused on kissing her, pulling open her dress with a smattering of buttons. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He took a long, appreciative look. Her nipples were dark against her pale skin. He cupped her breasts roughly in his hands as she tore off his pants. "Usually in my dreams, you just talk," he said dazedly as she reached between his legs and stroked him.
"Do you want me to just talk?" she asked as she dropped to her knees and oh so slowly took him into her mouth.
He gasped. "No, this is better."
Her tongue was warm and slick on his dick. She sucked on him for a few minutes, slowly and torturously, and he stared down at her half naked body. She pulled back and wordlessly licked her lips as she shimmied out of her dress. He ran his hands down her thigh, up her leg, between her legs. His fingers grazed her insides and his mouth lapped at her naval. He heard her whispering softly, but he couldn't understand the words. He tasted with his tongue, felt her with his fingers.
She dug her nails into his neck and he pulled her legs further apart. He quickly drove himself inside her and twisted himself about, so he could feel every part of her. He nipped at her breasts, tasting her sweat. She kept reaching down and squeezing him as he moved inside of her and he was groaning and coming inside of her before he knew it.
"You can wake up now," she whispered as he spilled inside of her.