You know, it never occured to me that I hadn't posted this for you yet. Not that nobody's seen it yet, but still. Do me a favor and if you read leave a review.
Title: Unwound
Author: Lillian Diaz
Fandom: Mutant X
Pairing: Shalimar/Emma
Rating: NC-17
Status: New (23-02-04); complete
Feedback: I need the stuff like fish need water. And food. Anyway. Please.
E-mail address for feedback: cuspofqueens@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: None
Disclaimers: Mutant X and its characters belong to Tribune. I just borrowed them because there was a song that made me think of sex; and since I'm not having any...
Soundtrack: This was written to Bodies, by Drowning Pool. Which, coincidentally, I don't own either.
It seemed like Rumble always got more crowded after a mission---not that anybody but Emma would notice; of course. She was the only member of Mutant X that frequented this rock club. Emma pushed her way up to the bar, dressed to kill in a strapless black halter top and dark blue jeans. A pair of leather boots and some silver jewelry-including her pentacle-completed the ensemble. This was her release. While it was fun to go out with the rest of the team and kick back; sometimes she needed to let her inner demons out to play-without fear of being judged by the people she saw day in and day out. Flashing a teasing smile at the sexy brunette behind the bar; she ordered a bacardi and coke, then made her way over to the railing to stare down at the mass of writhing; barely dressed dancers. She took a deep breath, feeling the mass rush of freedom, raw sexuality and excitement that came with being in THIS particular club. Grinning to herself, she moved onto the dance floor; ignoring the phantom touches and eyes that inevitably found her.
When the song came on she was prepared for it, her eyes closed and her body swaying to the pulsing beats of the music; the people around her. She could feel other dancers coming and going, feel the press of heat against her, behind her, around her. Consumed by it, she relaxed and let herself go; let herself open her mind to Rumble itself. Glancing over people, emotions, intentions, she moved from person to person, identifying familiar moods; picking up and taking those she wanted and reflecting them back at the crowd around her. Arousal, intensity, intoxication. Coyly, she glanced around, noting just how many pairs of eyes were on her, before smiling smugly.
When she felt the caress of that all too familiar mind, she faltered; blue eyes opening and finding hazel ones narrowed in speculation all too easily. For an instant, she felt a quick surge of irritation-Rumble was her club; Shal had no right to be there. But then her mind opened to the possibilities Shal was emitting and she smiled. Pursing her lips and rotating her hips suggestively, Emma sent her invitation up; at tantalizing image of Emma pressed against a wall, trapped there by Shalimar's body…
Emma kept her eyes trained on Shal's lithe form as she gracefully came down from the second floor bar to the main dance floor, pushing her way through the crowd and circling around Emma, her eyes moving up and down the redhead's body. Emma grinned when Shal settled behind her and laid her hands on the telempath's hips. She could feel the heat radiating off of the Feral; in more ways than one. Turning, she pressed into Shal, grinding her hips into the blonde's and smiling in delight when Shal's eyes sparked Feral.
Shalimar growled into Emma's ear, and smiled in satisfaction when the taller woman shivered. Nipping at her earlobe with sharp teeth, Shal enjoyed the quick rush of pleasure Emma's hiss elicited. Inhaling, she could smell the scent of Emma's arousal, even in the smoke and sweat of the club around them. Lacing their fingers together, Shal led them off of the dance floor and into one of the smoky corners of the club. Pushing the telempath up against the wall, she trapped her there with her body, sliding her hands underneath the redhead's top. Emma moaned wantonly, the sound designed to bring a rush of heat to the Feral's center. Sliding a hand up Shal's bare thigh, Emma grinned when she encountered smooth flesh and nothing else. Exploring fingers moved through the slick folds, flicking lightly over Shal's already hard clit. Shalimar whimpered, surprised. This was NOT the way things usually went during Shal's little escapades…she was usually the one in charge. Too dazed to understand what had happened to bring the feisty wild child out of Emma, Shal rocked into Emma's fingers, barely biting back the begging sounds beginning to form.
Emma grinned and crooned nonsense into her ear, licking hotly at the Feral's neck and placing her mark there while sliding three fingers into the blonde. Curling her fingers up into Shalimar, Emma nipped at her lips and kissed her, sucking at the blonde's tongue. The tempo increased and then reached its peak, Shal's strangled cry resounding in time with the end of the song pounding through the club.
Shalimar gripped Emma's hips and pulled the telempath into her, pushing a thigh against the apex of Emma's jeans. Between the feeling of the rough denim against her wet clit and the remaining feelings of Shal's own climax, Emma shuddered, and then fell; trusting in Shalimar to hold her up as her knees went weak.
Running the tip of her pink tongue over her top lip, Emma smiled. "Come home with me."
Shal's eyes widened, but she nodded anyway, her smile growing bigger than Emma'd ever seen. Images of what was to come flickered between the two of them tantalizingly, spiralling higher and higher...
-Fin-