After the Thaw (Prompt 07, Fraser/Victoria)
After the Thaw
Fraser/Victoria, NC-17, 518 words
Written for pearl_o, who asked for Fraser het porn. This is rather more angsty than I meant to get, but I hope you like it! *g*
"Ben," she said softly, longingly, pushing her hips up to meet him, her warmth enveloping him completely. He slid his hands through her hair, the strands getting caught as he stroked her, over and over again, inside and out.
He could feel the frigid air at his back, like a promise of death, held off for a few moments by the heat between them. He wanted to touch her skin, but his fingers were too cold, and he desperately wanted to spare her that shock. Instead, he let his hands weave between the cold, heavy weight of her curls and held onto her as they moved together.
The pace was slow, like the slowing flow of a rapidly freezing river in winter, and they moved as they could, given that neither of their bodies had much left to give. He was terrified, absolutely, of losing her - losing this right as he'd discovered it, because he didn't know how to keep the encroaching cold away, other than to shield her from it with the weight and heat of his body.
A moan escaped his lips as he thrust forward, and she pushed back, gripping him hard, and he wanted to help her. He wanted to work his hand down between them and stroke her, wet and hot, until she came shuddering around him. He wanted so very many things, but there was just this moment. This last brief moment of earthshattering pleasure before they were certain to be overcome.
Still, as he gripped her hair and pushed into her as hard and fast as he was able, she was almost there. He could feel her tightening around him, and he reached one hand down to pull her small, icy hand away from his waist, to take the index and middle fingers into his mouth. The cold of her skin was shocking, and he whimpered around them, running his tongue between her fingers, making her cry out, from the shock of the thaw or the pleasure, he honestly didn't know.
It was shocking, almost, when she reached her other hand up around his neck, gasping and sighing and climaxing around him, and he followed right behind, feeling himself pour forth into her. The heat was diffusing all over his body, erasing the cold for one blissful moment, and in that moment he could pretend that they were somewhere safe and warm, that she was not who she was, and that he could take off each item of her clothing and map her body with his hands and his mouth.
The wind was cold at his back again, though, and she was sliding her fingers from his mouth and putting them, spit-slick, on his cheek. "Ben," she said, her voice shaking, speaking just his name, as if there was nothing else to say at all.
"Victoria," he replied, his voice a thin thread of sound. She was all that made sense, and he wanted her to hear that he knew her, right then, if that was the last chance he ever had to say it.
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Fraser/Victoria, NC-17, 518 words
Written for pearl_o, who asked for Fraser het porn. This is rather more angsty than I meant to get, but I hope you like it! *g*
"Ben," she said softly, longingly, pushing her hips up to meet him, her warmth enveloping him completely. He slid his hands through her hair, the strands getting caught as he stroked her, over and over again, inside and out.
He could feel the frigid air at his back, like a promise of death, held off for a few moments by the heat between them. He wanted to touch her skin, but his fingers were too cold, and he desperately wanted to spare her that shock. Instead, he let his hands weave between the cold, heavy weight of her curls and held onto her as they moved together.
The pace was slow, like the slowing flow of a rapidly freezing river in winter, and they moved as they could, given that neither of their bodies had much left to give. He was terrified, absolutely, of losing her - losing this right as he'd discovered it, because he didn't know how to keep the encroaching cold away, other than to shield her from it with the weight and heat of his body.
A moan escaped his lips as he thrust forward, and she pushed back, gripping him hard, and he wanted to help her. He wanted to work his hand down between them and stroke her, wet and hot, until she came shuddering around him. He wanted so very many things, but there was just this moment. This last brief moment of earthshattering pleasure before they were certain to be overcome.
Still, as he gripped her hair and pushed into her as hard and fast as he was able, she was almost there. He could feel her tightening around him, and he reached one hand down to pull her small, icy hand away from his waist, to take the index and middle fingers into his mouth. The cold of her skin was shocking, and he whimpered around them, running his tongue between her fingers, making her cry out, from the shock of the thaw or the pleasure, he honestly didn't know.
It was shocking, almost, when she reached her other hand up around his neck, gasping and sighing and climaxing around him, and he followed right behind, feeling himself pour forth into her. The heat was diffusing all over his body, erasing the cold for one blissful moment, and in that moment he could pretend that they were somewhere safe and warm, that she was not who she was, and that he could take off each item of her clothing and map her body with his hands and his mouth.
The wind was cold at his back again, though, and she was sliding her fingers from his mouth and putting them, spit-slick, on his cheek. "Ben," she said, her voice shaking, speaking just his name, as if there was nothing else to say at all.
"Victoria," he replied, his voice a thin thread of sound. She was all that made sense, and he wanted her to hear that he knew her, right then, if that was the last chance he ever had to say it.
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