Fanfic Dump I - V
I've written a tonne of fic lately, but they're all over LJ, so here's they all are. All of these contain spoilers, adult situations like whoa, and probably other things your mother warned you about.
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These were written for v_kink_meme, jack_erica, serenitymeimei and The Porn Battle.
Title: Finishing the Job
Pairing: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
The death of her partner and the gradual lose of her only son sent her into a whirling head-mess fueled by alien invasions, alcohol and guns; there was no where left to go.
She offered no explanation, she simply didn’t leave and he pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, motioning to the cot against the wall. He stripped off his t-shirt and unbuckled his pants, daring her with a grin, expecting her to bolt, or shoot him at any moment.
He laughed when she pushed him over and straddled his hips, grinding her sex against his pelvis.
“Easy there, sweetheart.”
“Call me that again, and you’ll blow more than your load tonight.” She bit his earlobe and he laughed again.
“I might hold you to that.” She sat up again and he stripped off her shirt, tugging at her still-clothed breasts. She unhooked her bra, giving him full access and he pulled her down for a taste.
He unzipped her fly and plunged his hands into her panties, making her moan and rotate her hips.
“Been awhile, sweet---”
The door opened and heavy footsteps hurried down the stairs. “Hey, Hobbes?”
“Shit!” He pushed Erica off of him and she fell off the bed, on to the cold concrete floor.
“Hey, Hobbes, sorry. I forgot my Bible...” Father Jack picked up the book off a nearby table and surveyed the situation. “Did I come at a bad time?”
“Actually, yes you did. I was busy.”
“Busy?” Jack raised his eyebrow.”
“I was masturbating.”
“Ah. Well then, I’ll leave you to it. Good night, Hobbes.”
He said nothing, watching the priest ascend the stairs into the bright orange lights of the city night.
“Can I come back up now?”
“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.”
Erica picked her bra off of the bed and strapped it back on.
“You leaving already?”
“Yeah. It seems that little interruption killed the mood,” she motioned to his current lack of arousal. “Sorry sweetheart.”
She followed the priest, now long gone, and left him to his empty cot. He shrugged, picking up a nearby magazine, he finished what they started.
//
Title: Sparing
Pairing: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
He eggs her on, prompting, taunting, and she usually takes it pretty well, telling him to stop with a simple eye roll or a change of topic, until the day he pokes her too far and she turns and punches him across the face telling him to shut the fuck up!
Her tone is dangerous and her eyes just as fierce; he’s pretty sure that her hand brushes the gun on her hip. He grins, he can’t help it, she’s adorable when she’s mad. She’s going to kill him and he’s pretty sure that he can withstand her challenge.
He throws a punch that she easily blocks and he grabs her wrist and spins her around. She’s locked against his chest and his lips are against her ear lobe, whispering things that make her swell and pulse race, a reaction he notices with a slick smile.
He lets her spin out, but refuses to drop her wrist. Instead, he pulls her towards him and pushes her back just as fast in a dance that she tries to break out of. Her eyes lock on to his with a fierce intensity and he pulls her to him and kisses him, all without setting her free.
She grows more and more violent, pulling away from him, but her lips never break contact and for a moment, he’s convinced that she’s the one applying most of the pressure. He lets her go, finally, and she pulls away from him, fists clench, ready for another hit. He sees it and is faster; he picks her up and throws her against a wall and she’s gone.
She’s up and charging and he catches her by the shoulders, lips crashing on lips, as he pries her shirt open and off; buttons clatter on the floor loudly. She gasps as his lips come off of her lips and attack her neck and trail down to her breasts; she guides him with her hand and closes her eyes.
His hands slide down to her pants. He pushes them down just as far as he needs to and he picks her up suddenly and she wraps her legs around his waist. Her hands are after his belt and jeans button and she’s pushing his jeans down with her toes as he enters her with one swift movement.
She pushes up on his shoulders and tightens her grip around his waist as he backs against the nearby wall; his hands lift her up easily and soon, they both come, leaving wet spots dotted on the concrete floor.
She slides off of him and he pulls his pants back up, grinning like the arrogant fuck he is. She bent over, picking up her tattered blouse. She threw it at him and he caught it mid air, raising an eyebrow.
“You owe me a new shirt.”
She pulls her leather jacket over her bra and marches past his smirking face.
Title: Hate Sex
Paring: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
She woke up with a start and instinctively reached for her gun, pulling her knees up to her chest and aiming it in the dark.
“Woah, hang on there, sweetheart. I know you keep that thing loaded.”
“What the hell are you doing here, Hobbes?”
“Just lower the gun. I have something to show you.”
“What?”
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, eyeing her from her toes up to her bare shoulders.
“C’mon. Get dressed.” He turned around reluctantly, letting her pull on a t-shirt. “We’re leaving.”
//
“I don’t know what happened. I swear it was here before I left.”
“What? What was here?”
“Something related to the Vs...” he trailed off, circling the empty warehouse, kicking empty boxes along with way.
Erica crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
“Honestly, there was something here.”
She rolled her eyes and started towards the exit. “I’m out of here.”
He grabbed her arm roughly, spinning her around and pulling her close towards his body. “Hold on a second, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”
“Hobbes, what are you ---?”
He pulled her up to him and restrained her tightly; he smashed his lips into hers. She broke it off by pulling her head back, gasping for air. He let her go, grinning madly, even after she punched him in the face. He laughed arrogantly, condescendingly, greatly amused by her effort.
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
“Hobbes,” she said dangerously, coming closer to him. Her eyes burned with intensity, an intensity that he recognized from a hundred nights alone with her. He stood sideways against her chest and she tossed her hair over her shoulder, jutting her chin out and licked her upper lip. She punched him again, if only to wipe that smirk off of his face.
“Is that all you got for me, sweetheart?”
“Why’d you bring me here, Hobbes?”
“Because you treat me like a fucking yo-yo! Just reel me in when you need me! Well, I’m not your little toy anymore.”
It didn’t phase her, which didn’t surprise him at all; she stood her ground and tried not to laugh. “And I’m not your fucking sweetheart.”
He grabbed her by the chin and held her to him as he kissed her, biting down on her bottom lip until she cried out and that was all that he needed. He picked her up by the arms and threw her against the concrete wall. She hit it and started to sink to the floor, until he caught her, pulled her back up, and spun her around.
“What would they all say now, if they saw you here like this?” he hissed in her ear as he raked his nails up her arm; he was hard against her back. “Tyler? The Priest? Even Science Boy would raise an eyebrow.”
She struggled against him but he held her tighter. He slid his hands under her t-shirt and laughed loudly.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
She refused to answer.
“I wonder why that could be, huh?”
He tweaked one of her nipples, which made her gasp, sucking air into her mouth and biting down on her bottom lip.
“God knows you need some kind of satisfaction in your life.”
With one hand still on her breast, the other forced her jeans and panties down to her knees, and came back up to play with her clit, spreading her folds and inserting a finger.
“You want something, babe?”
Reaching behind her, she found his belt buckle and fly, and unzipped him with expertise. He fingered her, pumping deep inside of her and she moaned into the wall. He spun her around again and picked her up, holding her against the wall with his body, until she kicked against him and he lost his balance, stumbling backwards and dropping her.
She fell into him as he plummeted to the floor, his head bouncing off the concrete like a beach ball. She took that moment and grabbed hold of his erect cock, stuffing it deep inside of her, pushing up on her legs and rotating her hips.
He griped her breasts with both hands and started to buck into her rapidly; she ignored the gravel that cut her knees. He twisted her nipples and she gripped his wrists as she pumped him deeper and deeper into her until her orgasm squeezed him and he began to arch his back, crying out as he came inside of her. She got up off of him, trying to ignore the smirk that found it’s way back to his face.
“I knew you wanted it.”
She got up, dusting the dirt and grim from her knees and pulled her clothes back on.
“Not as badly as you did, apparently.”
She all but returned his smirk.
Title: Confessions
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 8 hours since my last confession. I’m .. I’m having impure thoughts about a woman.”
“A single woman?”
“Divorced.”
“Oh... I see. Tell me about these thoughts.”
“... I'm afraid they're rather graphic, Father.”
“Rid the mind of these thoughts through Confession, my son, and God will absolve your sins.”
We're alone, her and I, the others are gone --
“Others?”
“... Yes, Father. There are ... some others.”
“Please continue, my son.”
She walks towards me, her eyes are hard; there’s nothing else around us. Her... her nipples are hard, I can see them through her grey tank top. She... she stalks me and my feet are nailed to the ground. I can’t move... I don’t want to. Her hands are all over me and my body. She’s touches me, strokes me... I get... hard. Our clothes are gone and I sit down. She straddles me... and I’m... I’m inside of her... she's soft and wet and I come. I come inside of her...
“Are these... dreams that you’ve been having?”
“Yes, Father. Yes, they are.”
“A man cannot help what he dreams, my son. Perhaps you are thinking of her this way during the daytime as well?”
“... It’s... it’s possible, Father, yes.”
“Then you know what you must do to save yourself, don’t you.”
“It’s... it’s not possible for me to break contact with her, Father. We... we work together. We have to be together.”
“I see. Then you must give yourself over to our Lord and Saviour. Trust Him. He will protect you and keep you from these impure thoughts.”
“Is that to be my satisfaction, Father?”
“... Yes, my son. But should this woman violate your thoughts again, more drastic measures might be in order.”
“I understand. Thank you, Father.”
“Go in peace, my son.”
“Thank you, Father. God bless you.”
“Sleep well, Jack.”
//
Title: Cabin Fever
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
“I know it’s not safe of you to do this for me, so, thank you.”
He smiled, boyish, unassuming and genuinely happy. “Erica. You don’t have to thank me. I want you to be safe and I know that it gets lonely for you here alone.”
She didn’t say anything but her lips tightened and she swallowed.
“I just can’t... how can I fight the Vs if they’re out there and I’m locked in here?”
He went over to her and gripped her by the wrist tightly. “You are more valuable to us alive then dead, you know that. You know this is for the best.”
She looked up at him and nodded. Her surroundings offered her little comfort: sparse, with a tiny cot in the corner, a lamp that was to dangerous to turn on and a window that was too dangerous to stand by. She sighed heavily and sat down on the squeaky cot that was almost too short for her height.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” she smiled but her eyes betrayed her and for a moment, Jack was torn.
“I... I could try to find another cot --”
“No, no it’s fine,” she said quickly. “Honestly. Don’t. Go home.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Sure.”
“Be careful.”
“You too.”
//
He brought her an iPod, loaded with music and movies, messages recorded from various 5th Column members, all of which make her cry and he hugs her tight, whispering “it’s going to be okay, Erica” in her ear.
She clung to him and he let her.
//
The worst is the picture; Hobbes was right, she should have left it at home, but she couldn’t part with it. Just like a woman he muttered when she stuffed it into the inside of her jacket and followed Jack out the door. She stroked Tyler’s face with her index finger: he looked happy, they both did. She fell asleep with it clutched to her chest.
//
The worst was the silence and even though there were plenty of books in this abandoned church attic, they didn’t talk to her, the music didn’t talk to her. The only one she had was Jack and every time the old floor boards squeaked, she wondered if it was him or one of Anna’s trackers.
//
“Sleeping with your gun is dangerous.”
She gasped awaked, wide-eyed and terrified, choking for air, fighting for her gun.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Erica, Erica it’s me.”
She grabbed him and pulled him down to her and he wrapped his arms around her tentatively at first but then his grip tightened as her breath slowly calmed and returned to normal.
He didn’t say anything and even though she was desperate for conversation, for a familiar voice, for anything, she clung to him in silence, grateful for his presence.
“How’s it going out there?” she asked as she pulled away from him, but kept a tight grip on his hands and he stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
“You’re safe, as far as we can tell. Anna thinks you died in the explosion that Hobbes staged, and remarkably, it didn’t get tacked on to 5th Column.”
She nodded. “And you?”
“I take a different route every time I come here and in a different vehicle.”
“I just... I’m going crazy in here, Jack. I can’t just sit here while this is going on.” She stood and began pacing in the cramped space.
“You need to stay here, Erica. You need to let us protect you now.”
“You expect me to live in this church attic while there’s an alien invasion out there?” She stood eye to eye with Jack, who stood his ground and didn’t blink away from her intense stare. “You expect me to stay up here, shut in like a nun?”
“No, I expect you to act like the woman you are - strong, beautiful --” he stroked her cheek with his index finger when she looked away from him. He gently pushed strands of hair off of her face, “-- and able to fight this too.” His finger slid down to her chin, and titled her head up, making her make eye contact with him.
She kissed him suddenly and without warning and he stepped back.
“Erica...!”
“Jack, please. Just let me.”
“I... uh...”
She kissed him again and he kissed her back before stopping her again.
“Please, Jack?”
He swallowed and searched her desperate eyes before nodding his consent; she took him there, in that room, laying him on the tiny cot.
She straddled his hips, kissing his lips and jawline and down his neck. He didn’t know what to do and she sensed his trepidation. She sat up gently placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing his hands with hers.
“It’s okay, Jack.”
He nodded and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse and removed her bra. He pulled her forward and peppered the top of her breasts with small kisses and she moved so that he could reach her breasts with his mouth.
She gasped and unbuckled his jeans, not bothering with his shirt, almost afraid to touch his white collar, and he, for the moment, forgot about it.
She shifted up and over; her pants were gone and he was inside of her, long, deep and wet. He gasped loudly and she paused slightly before she started moving up and down with her legs rapidly, pulling him in and out of her; his hands held her breasts as they danced before his eyes.
“Erica... I’m... I’m not going to last long...”
“It’s alright, Jack,” she stroked his face, “let it go.”
He quickened his pace and three broad, long strokes later, came deep inside of her; he cried out, his name on her lips and she followed soon after, collapsing on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, enveloping her in his arms.
//
“I’m sorry... I have to get back.”
“I know,” she nodded, allowing herself a moment of fleeting happiness.
“I’ll be back, I really will be,” he smiled at her and kissed the top of her head.
“Okay.”
He pulled the top of the trap door open and was about to descend the old wooden ladder when he turned back to her.
“Erica?”
She looked up, cocking her head to one side.
“I really will be.”
She smiled.
“I know.”
Title: Temptation
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
She wears her hair up one day. Nothing drastic, just a loose bun that bounces on the back of her head when she walks. It’s enough for him to get a good look at her neck, the way it slopes down and disappears beneath her shirt... he follows it with his eyes until he realizes that she’s starring at him in an incredulous way and suddenly his shoes are fascinating to him.
//
“Hey, Jack,” she says with a soft smile and he smiles back, nodding gently. He’s at a loss for words but she picks up his gaze with her eyes, an FBI thing he would later think. “What?” she asks.
“N...nothing, Erica. It’s fine.”
She doesn't believe him and he knows it. She touches his hand gently and he looks up at her suddenly. She cocks her head to the side, waiting for an answer. His eyes graze up her arm, to her collar bone before slowly making their way up the side of her head, stopping somewhere under her ear. She grins, from ear to ear, wrinkling the side of her nose when she realizes what’s going on.
“You can’t keep secrets from me, Jack.”
She leans in and kisses him and he responds in kind before taking her hand and leading her over to the couch.
//
He strokes her cheek, letting his thumbs rest and his fingers trail over her jaw line, down the sides of her neck. She gasps suddenly: a soft almost inaudible noise and when he looks at her, he realizes that her eyes are closed and a soft pink blush creeps over her pale skin. He doesn't know her, not like this at least, but suddenly he wants to hear that gasp again, and like a drug, he’s addicted.
She moves in to kiss him but he pulls back slightly, moving his fingers down to her lips, kissing her jaw, moving his lips across the thin skin on her neck. She leans back on the couch and he changes his hands so one is supporting himself up while the other guides her movements.
He increases the pressure on her neck, and she gasps lightly, wrapping her arm around his neck, sliding deeper into the couch. She lulls her head to the side without thinking and winces as he grazes her skin with his teeth, blazing a trail down her neck until he nips her tendon and she cries out.
She gasps so loudly he’s not sure if she’s in pain or not, but she forces his head back down he when tries to ask her if she’s alright, and he opens his mouth, sucking in as much as he can. She wraps her legs around his waist and anchors him to her, as he flicks that spot on her neck with his rapidly and her cries get louder and louder until she tenses and arches her back, gasping for more.
//
They walk downstairs, not together, but not separated either, completely, uncharacteristically silent. Hobbes watched them, watches Erica look back, and grins from ear to ear.
“Somethin’ sparkly chase you last night, sweetheart?”
She touches her neck instinctively and a million memories coupled by sensations all come flooding back at once. She exchanges small glances with Jack before he takes a sudden interest in his shoes.
“Shut up, Hobbes.”
Title: Close Quarters
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: PG13
When he lets himself, when his mind wonders, he gets distracted by her; it’s like he looks at her in slow motion and finds himself transfixed. What’s more - what’s worse and perhaps most terrifying of all - is that he’s starting to doubt his plan and his purpose, the one that God laid out for him so clearly so many years ago. He looks at her from across this concrete room and wonders... when she smiles, he realizes that he’s been staring too long.
//
He studies more often and harder than he ever did before the Vs arrived; he can’t find the answers that he so desperately searches for.
“Am I interrupting?”
She looks tired, beaten down as if each loss they suffer breaks down pieces of her fragile soul. He sits back, taking her in as she steps towards him. He holds out his hand suddenly and she’s slightly taken aback, but takes it nonetheless, smiling.
“C’mon. I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Best offer I’ve had today.”
They leave hand in hand; his Bible still open on the table.
//
He brushes a thumb over her pale cheek when he pours her some more ginger ale, avoiding the lit candles on the circular table.
“Do I have spaghetti sauce on my face?”
He smiles. “No. Your face is as lovely as ever.”
She leans into his arm, returning his smile.
//
It’s a warm, moonlit night, and for once there’s no worries, nothing stopping them but their own self imposed circumstances. He chooses to believe that this is his moment, his sign that everything that should be, is: he kisses her, once, softly on the lips and she instinctively pads his cheek with the tips of his fingers, gently keeping him against her.
//
He could blame it on their constant proximity to each other but it’s easier to admit the truth. He smiles and takes her hand, she squeezes back and they let each other go.
They can both fight this war alone but together, they have a chance of winning.
Title: What Heros Do
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: PG13
She’s breaking and it’s written all over her face. He grabs her by the arm, pulling her back towards him and when he speaks, she can’t make out anything but white noise. He lets her go and she walks away from him in slow motion, the world all but passing her by.
//
He finds her later, on the roof top in the moonlight. He stands and watches her for a moment before approaching her slowly.
“It’s not safe up here.”
“It doesn't matter any more.”
He grips her hand tightly; it’s limp and unresponsive.
“We’ll get him back, Erica. Don’t loose heart. We have to fight.”
She turns to him finally and blinks so slowly that he thinks that she might be dying. He looks her square in the eye and it’s all too much: she breaks, there in front of him, collapsing under the weight of her own emotions, frustration and helplessness.
“I’m so tired of fighting,” she says so quietly he can barely hear. “And for what? Anna has my son and I don’t know how I can get him back.”
He breathes heavily, trying not to sigh. He hesitates at first but then realizes that it’s so dark she can’t see him struggling. He throws caution to the wind and it carries it away to some distant land, burning up in the rising sun. His hand on her back makes jump at the sudden touch, only to relax once she realizes that it’s him, it’s him and he doesn't want anything from her; she collapses into him.
//
She wakes up, body aching, head swimming, pillow wet and it’s only then that she realizes that she’s been crying in her sleep.
//
She crawls into his bed and he’s startled but not all that surprised.
“Please,” she whispers before he can protest. “I just want to be here for the night. I won’t tell anyone...”
He’s debating and she can feel it, cascading around his head and she knows he needs something more to go on.
“Jack. I ... I don’t want to wake up.”
“Don’t say that, Erica.”
She swallows and he wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“You know I keep my gun loaded, don’t you.”
He swallows, suddenly wondering how all the air got sucked from the room without either of them noticing.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Then just let me fall asleep.”
He holds her tighter; neither of them can sleep.
//
This could be heaven, but she doesn't know where she is.
//
He gives her strength, strength to wake up in the morning, get out of bed and go out looking for him.
//
“You took my gun.”
“Yeah... I did.”
“Can I have it back?”
He’s not sure he can win in this fight, her eyes so intense, fixated on their goal. “What are you going to use it for?”
She looks into his eyes and holds him to there. “To protect the ones I love.”
He hands it back to her, letting her hand grace the top of his. He believes her and what’s more, is that she believes herself.
Title: Undercover
Paring: Jack/Erica
Rating: R
She has nothing. Or at least that's what she's been made to believe. Her son is all but gone, her efforts do nothing but push him further and further away. She can feel him slipping; the strings are too thin to hold on to. She sighs heavily and Jack looks at her sharply.
"Hey," he turns and it's only when he's standing in front of her that she really sees him. "Are you okay to do this?"
She doesn't answer right away; she's made up, made to order, a glam-doll that looks hollow and broken, bruises that had almost vanished under heavy make-up.
"I'm fine, Jack," she says finally, faking a smile that gets her no where with the priest. "Let's do this."
She takes his arm and leads the way and he follows because he wants to believe her just as much as she does.
//
She plays the role perfectly, just as everyone had anticipated: the loving wife of this rich scientist, researching amphibians and reptiles, an obvious lie meant to expose any Fifth Column or undercover Vs, which has no effect on this pompous and rich crowd.
"Maybe Hobbes' intel was wrong about them?" he whispers at the punch bowl. She surveys the crowed looking for everything that's not there. "Should we stick around?"
"No," she says and her answer surprises him. "Let's get out of here."
//
"Someone's following us."
"Are you sure?"
"He's a few yards back, but I'm sure he's been on us since we left the party."
"We need to get the advantage."
"Any ideas?"
"Yes. One."
//
Pain cracks through Jack's skull and the pressure on his lips is intense. When she finally breaks contact, she moves her lips towards his ears, keeping an eye on the dark figure watching them from the shadows.
"Erica --"
"Sssh," she whispers as seductively as possible. She flicks his earlobe with her tongue. “He’s going to think we just stepped out for some air.”
“This is not how you get air --?”
She silences his protests with her lips on his. She’s slow and he gives in, running his hands on her bare shoulders. Her silk dress reveals nothing underneath and he can feel her nipples harden against his chest.
She hikes her dress up around her thighs and he spins her around suddenly, crashing his lips on to hers before she can say anything. She fumbles with his belt and pants, pushing them down slightly. He presses a hand on her hip, forcing her back against the brick wall, opening her legs. She wraps an arm around the back of his neck as he lifts her off the ground and slides inside of her.
He can’t last long: a few strokes before he tips her head and kisses her as he comes. She breaks it so she can breathe and he whispers something to her that sounds like her name. She trembles as he bites her bottom lip; and the world implodes around her.
//
When it’s over, she realizes that she hasn’t seen the man since they started this.
“Uh, I think it worked, Jack. He’s gone.”
“When did he leave?”
“Um... towards the end, I think...”
“Who do you think he was?”
“I don’t know. If he was V he probably would have taken that moment to attack us.”
“Luckily he wasn’t.”
“Yeah. Luckily.”
He threads his fingers through hers and tugs at her hand, leading her away.
“C’mon. Let’s get going.”
She has something. Or at least that's what he’s made her believe.
Title: Juxtaposed
Paring: Erica/Lisa, in quite possibly the creepiest thing I've ever written
Rating: R
All she was looking for was a mother’s love. She found it; not her mother’s and not in the traditional form, but love from a mother, none the less.
//
“My mother just doesn't get me,” Tyler looked at his shoes and Anna took a step towards him. “She just never has any time for me.”
//
Lisa leaned into Erica’s arms and for the second time, felt Erica’s strong and comforting arms wrap around her and hold her close.
//
Anna put a hand under Tyler’s chin. It was important that he see how comforting she was, feel how comforting a mother’s touch could be.
//
Lisa let herself be rocked and she clung to Erica, shaking and weeping softly.
//
“Not all mothers abandon their children during their time of need.”
//
“Lisa, you’re safe now. We’re going to protect you. I’m going to protect you.”
//
“You’re a better mother than I ever had.”
//
Lisa kissed her, softly, sweetly, the way women do when they love each other and Erica leaned back, unsure.
//
Anna’s sickly sweet smile reassured him and made him smile, if only a little.
She smiled too, and struck him across the face with her fist.
//
“Lisa... I, uh... I think you got the wrong idea...”
She kissed her again, harder, deeper, until Erica pushed her away.
//
A nearby guard approached to take the troublesome matter off his queen’s hands, but she stopped him with a single hand.
//
“I’m... I’m sorry, I... thought... I didn’t know...”
//
She stabbed him over and over until the sound finally stopped.
//
“It’s alright sweetie,” Erica’s smile was warm, loving, forgiving and Lisa smiled back at her.
//
“I have no daughter and now, she has no son.”
//
Erica kissed the top of Lisa’s head as she settled back into her soft pillows for the night.
“Goodnight, Lisa.”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Evans.”
//
All he was looking for was a mother’s love and as the blood poured from his heart and the world darkened on the cold, foreign floor, he realized that once, he had had it.
//
V
These were written for v_kink_meme, jack_erica, serenitymeimei and The Porn Battle.
Title: Finishing the Job
Pairing: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
The death of her partner and the gradual lose of her only son sent her into a whirling head-mess fueled by alien invasions, alcohol and guns; there was no where left to go.
She offered no explanation, she simply didn’t leave and he pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, motioning to the cot against the wall. He stripped off his t-shirt and unbuckled his pants, daring her with a grin, expecting her to bolt, or shoot him at any moment.
He laughed when she pushed him over and straddled his hips, grinding her sex against his pelvis.
“Easy there, sweetheart.”
“Call me that again, and you’ll blow more than your load tonight.” She bit his earlobe and he laughed again.
“I might hold you to that.” She sat up again and he stripped off her shirt, tugging at her still-clothed breasts. She unhooked her bra, giving him full access and he pulled her down for a taste.
He unzipped her fly and plunged his hands into her panties, making her moan and rotate her hips.
“Been awhile, sweet---”
The door opened and heavy footsteps hurried down the stairs. “Hey, Hobbes?”
“Shit!” He pushed Erica off of him and she fell off the bed, on to the cold concrete floor.
“Hey, Hobbes, sorry. I forgot my Bible...” Father Jack picked up the book off a nearby table and surveyed the situation. “Did I come at a bad time?”
“Actually, yes you did. I was busy.”
“Busy?” Jack raised his eyebrow.”
“I was masturbating.”
“Ah. Well then, I’ll leave you to it. Good night, Hobbes.”
He said nothing, watching the priest ascend the stairs into the bright orange lights of the city night.
“Can I come back up now?”
“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.”
Erica picked her bra off of the bed and strapped it back on.
“You leaving already?”
“Yeah. It seems that little interruption killed the mood,” she motioned to his current lack of arousal. “Sorry sweetheart.”
She followed the priest, now long gone, and left him to his empty cot. He shrugged, picking up a nearby magazine, he finished what they started.
//
Title: Sparing
Pairing: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
He eggs her on, prompting, taunting, and she usually takes it pretty well, telling him to stop with a simple eye roll or a change of topic, until the day he pokes her too far and she turns and punches him across the face telling him to shut the fuck up!
Her tone is dangerous and her eyes just as fierce; he’s pretty sure that her hand brushes the gun on her hip. He grins, he can’t help it, she’s adorable when she’s mad. She’s going to kill him and he’s pretty sure that he can withstand her challenge.
He throws a punch that she easily blocks and he grabs her wrist and spins her around. She’s locked against his chest and his lips are against her ear lobe, whispering things that make her swell and pulse race, a reaction he notices with a slick smile.
He lets her spin out, but refuses to drop her wrist. Instead, he pulls her towards him and pushes her back just as fast in a dance that she tries to break out of. Her eyes lock on to his with a fierce intensity and he pulls her to him and kisses him, all without setting her free.
She grows more and more violent, pulling away from him, but her lips never break contact and for a moment, he’s convinced that she’s the one applying most of the pressure. He lets her go, finally, and she pulls away from him, fists clench, ready for another hit. He sees it and is faster; he picks her up and throws her against a wall and she’s gone.
She’s up and charging and he catches her by the shoulders, lips crashing on lips, as he pries her shirt open and off; buttons clatter on the floor loudly. She gasps as his lips come off of her lips and attack her neck and trail down to her breasts; she guides him with her hand and closes her eyes.
His hands slide down to her pants. He pushes them down just as far as he needs to and he picks her up suddenly and she wraps her legs around his waist. Her hands are after his belt and jeans button and she’s pushing his jeans down with her toes as he enters her with one swift movement.
She pushes up on his shoulders and tightens her grip around his waist as he backs against the nearby wall; his hands lift her up easily and soon, they both come, leaving wet spots dotted on the concrete floor.
She slides off of him and he pulls his pants back up, grinning like the arrogant fuck he is. She bent over, picking up her tattered blouse. She threw it at him and he caught it mid air, raising an eyebrow.
“You owe me a new shirt.”
She pulls her leather jacket over her bra and marches past his smirking face.
Title: Hate Sex
Paring: Erica/Hobbes
Rating: R
She woke up with a start and instinctively reached for her gun, pulling her knees up to her chest and aiming it in the dark.
“Woah, hang on there, sweetheart. I know you keep that thing loaded.”
“What the hell are you doing here, Hobbes?”
“Just lower the gun. I have something to show you.”
“What?”
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, eyeing her from her toes up to her bare shoulders.
“C’mon. Get dressed.” He turned around reluctantly, letting her pull on a t-shirt. “We’re leaving.”
//
“I don’t know what happened. I swear it was here before I left.”
“What? What was here?”
“Something related to the Vs...” he trailed off, circling the empty warehouse, kicking empty boxes along with way.
Erica crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
“Honestly, there was something here.”
She rolled her eyes and started towards the exit. “I’m out of here.”
He grabbed her arm roughly, spinning her around and pulling her close towards his body. “Hold on a second, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”
“Hobbes, what are you ---?”
He pulled her up to him and restrained her tightly; he smashed his lips into hers. She broke it off by pulling her head back, gasping for air. He let her go, grinning madly, even after she punched him in the face. He laughed arrogantly, condescendingly, greatly amused by her effort.
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
“Hobbes,” she said dangerously, coming closer to him. Her eyes burned with intensity, an intensity that he recognized from a hundred nights alone with her. He stood sideways against her chest and she tossed her hair over her shoulder, jutting her chin out and licked her upper lip. She punched him again, if only to wipe that smirk off of his face.
“Is that all you got for me, sweetheart?”
“Why’d you bring me here, Hobbes?”
“Because you treat me like a fucking yo-yo! Just reel me in when you need me! Well, I’m not your little toy anymore.”
It didn’t phase her, which didn’t surprise him at all; she stood her ground and tried not to laugh. “And I’m not your fucking sweetheart.”
He grabbed her by the chin and held her to him as he kissed her, biting down on her bottom lip until she cried out and that was all that he needed. He picked her up by the arms and threw her against the concrete wall. She hit it and started to sink to the floor, until he caught her, pulled her back up, and spun her around.
“What would they all say now, if they saw you here like this?” he hissed in her ear as he raked his nails up her arm; he was hard against her back. “Tyler? The Priest? Even Science Boy would raise an eyebrow.”
She struggled against him but he held her tighter. He slid his hands under her t-shirt and laughed loudly.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
She refused to answer.
“I wonder why that could be, huh?”
He tweaked one of her nipples, which made her gasp, sucking air into her mouth and biting down on her bottom lip.
“God knows you need some kind of satisfaction in your life.”
With one hand still on her breast, the other forced her jeans and panties down to her knees, and came back up to play with her clit, spreading her folds and inserting a finger.
“You want something, babe?”
Reaching behind her, she found his belt buckle and fly, and unzipped him with expertise. He fingered her, pumping deep inside of her and she moaned into the wall. He spun her around again and picked her up, holding her against the wall with his body, until she kicked against him and he lost his balance, stumbling backwards and dropping her.
She fell into him as he plummeted to the floor, his head bouncing off the concrete like a beach ball. She took that moment and grabbed hold of his erect cock, stuffing it deep inside of her, pushing up on her legs and rotating her hips.
He griped her breasts with both hands and started to buck into her rapidly; she ignored the gravel that cut her knees. He twisted her nipples and she gripped his wrists as she pumped him deeper and deeper into her until her orgasm squeezed him and he began to arch his back, crying out as he came inside of her. She got up off of him, trying to ignore the smirk that found it’s way back to his face.
“I knew you wanted it.”
She got up, dusting the dirt and grim from her knees and pulled her clothes back on.
“Not as badly as you did, apparently.”
She all but returned his smirk.
Title: Confessions
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 8 hours since my last confession. I’m .. I’m having impure thoughts about a woman.”
“A single woman?”
“Divorced.”
“Oh... I see. Tell me about these thoughts.”
“... I'm afraid they're rather graphic, Father.”
“Rid the mind of these thoughts through Confession, my son, and God will absolve your sins.”
We're alone, her and I, the others are gone --
“Others?”
“... Yes, Father. There are ... some others.”
“Please continue, my son.”
She walks towards me, her eyes are hard; there’s nothing else around us. Her... her nipples are hard, I can see them through her grey tank top. She... she stalks me and my feet are nailed to the ground. I can’t move... I don’t want to. Her hands are all over me and my body. She’s touches me, strokes me... I get... hard. Our clothes are gone and I sit down. She straddles me... and I’m... I’m inside of her... she's soft and wet and I come. I come inside of her...
“Are these... dreams that you’ve been having?”
“Yes, Father. Yes, they are.”
“A man cannot help what he dreams, my son. Perhaps you are thinking of her this way during the daytime as well?”
“... It’s... it’s possible, Father, yes.”
“Then you know what you must do to save yourself, don’t you.”
“It’s... it’s not possible for me to break contact with her, Father. We... we work together. We have to be together.”
“I see. Then you must give yourself over to our Lord and Saviour. Trust Him. He will protect you and keep you from these impure thoughts.”
“Is that to be my satisfaction, Father?”
“... Yes, my son. But should this woman violate your thoughts again, more drastic measures might be in order.”
“I understand. Thank you, Father.”
“Go in peace, my son.”
“Thank you, Father. God bless you.”
“Sleep well, Jack.”
//
Title: Cabin Fever
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
“I know it’s not safe of you to do this for me, so, thank you.”
He smiled, boyish, unassuming and genuinely happy. “Erica. You don’t have to thank me. I want you to be safe and I know that it gets lonely for you here alone.”
She didn’t say anything but her lips tightened and she swallowed.
“I just can’t... how can I fight the Vs if they’re out there and I’m locked in here?”
He went over to her and gripped her by the wrist tightly. “You are more valuable to us alive then dead, you know that. You know this is for the best.”
She looked up at him and nodded. Her surroundings offered her little comfort: sparse, with a tiny cot in the corner, a lamp that was to dangerous to turn on and a window that was too dangerous to stand by. She sighed heavily and sat down on the squeaky cot that was almost too short for her height.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” she smiled but her eyes betrayed her and for a moment, Jack was torn.
“I... I could try to find another cot --”
“No, no it’s fine,” she said quickly. “Honestly. Don’t. Go home.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Sure.”
“Be careful.”
“You too.”
//
He brought her an iPod, loaded with music and movies, messages recorded from various 5th Column members, all of which make her cry and he hugs her tight, whispering “it’s going to be okay, Erica” in her ear.
She clung to him and he let her.
//
The worst is the picture; Hobbes was right, she should have left it at home, but she couldn’t part with it. Just like a woman he muttered when she stuffed it into the inside of her jacket and followed Jack out the door. She stroked Tyler’s face with her index finger: he looked happy, they both did. She fell asleep with it clutched to her chest.
//
The worst was the silence and even though there were plenty of books in this abandoned church attic, they didn’t talk to her, the music didn’t talk to her. The only one she had was Jack and every time the old floor boards squeaked, she wondered if it was him or one of Anna’s trackers.
//
“Sleeping with your gun is dangerous.”
She gasped awaked, wide-eyed and terrified, choking for air, fighting for her gun.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Erica, Erica it’s me.”
She grabbed him and pulled him down to her and he wrapped his arms around her tentatively at first but then his grip tightened as her breath slowly calmed and returned to normal.
He didn’t say anything and even though she was desperate for conversation, for a familiar voice, for anything, she clung to him in silence, grateful for his presence.
“How’s it going out there?” she asked as she pulled away from him, but kept a tight grip on his hands and he stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
“You’re safe, as far as we can tell. Anna thinks you died in the explosion that Hobbes staged, and remarkably, it didn’t get tacked on to 5th Column.”
She nodded. “And you?”
“I take a different route every time I come here and in a different vehicle.”
“I just... I’m going crazy in here, Jack. I can’t just sit here while this is going on.” She stood and began pacing in the cramped space.
“You need to stay here, Erica. You need to let us protect you now.”
“You expect me to live in this church attic while there’s an alien invasion out there?” She stood eye to eye with Jack, who stood his ground and didn’t blink away from her intense stare. “You expect me to stay up here, shut in like a nun?”
“No, I expect you to act like the woman you are - strong, beautiful --” he stroked her cheek with his index finger when she looked away from him. He gently pushed strands of hair off of her face, “-- and able to fight this too.” His finger slid down to her chin, and titled her head up, making her make eye contact with him.
She kissed him suddenly and without warning and he stepped back.
“Erica...!”
“Jack, please. Just let me.”
“I... uh...”
She kissed him again and he kissed her back before stopping her again.
“Please, Jack?”
He swallowed and searched her desperate eyes before nodding his consent; she took him there, in that room, laying him on the tiny cot.
She straddled his hips, kissing his lips and jawline and down his neck. He didn’t know what to do and she sensed his trepidation. She sat up gently placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing his hands with hers.
“It’s okay, Jack.”
He nodded and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse and removed her bra. He pulled her forward and peppered the top of her breasts with small kisses and she moved so that he could reach her breasts with his mouth.
She gasped and unbuckled his jeans, not bothering with his shirt, almost afraid to touch his white collar, and he, for the moment, forgot about it.
She shifted up and over; her pants were gone and he was inside of her, long, deep and wet. He gasped loudly and she paused slightly before she started moving up and down with her legs rapidly, pulling him in and out of her; his hands held her breasts as they danced before his eyes.
“Erica... I’m... I’m not going to last long...”
“It’s alright, Jack,” she stroked his face, “let it go.”
He quickened his pace and three broad, long strokes later, came deep inside of her; he cried out, his name on her lips and she followed soon after, collapsing on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, enveloping her in his arms.
//
“I’m sorry... I have to get back.”
“I know,” she nodded, allowing herself a moment of fleeting happiness.
“I’ll be back, I really will be,” he smiled at her and kissed the top of her head.
“Okay.”
He pulled the top of the trap door open and was about to descend the old wooden ladder when he turned back to her.
“Erica?”
She looked up, cocking her head to one side.
“I really will be.”
She smiled.
“I know.”
Title: Temptation
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: R
She wears her hair up one day. Nothing drastic, just a loose bun that bounces on the back of her head when she walks. It’s enough for him to get a good look at her neck, the way it slopes down and disappears beneath her shirt... he follows it with his eyes until he realizes that she’s starring at him in an incredulous way and suddenly his shoes are fascinating to him.
//
“Hey, Jack,” she says with a soft smile and he smiles back, nodding gently. He’s at a loss for words but she picks up his gaze with her eyes, an FBI thing he would later think. “What?” she asks.
“N...nothing, Erica. It’s fine.”
She doesn't believe him and he knows it. She touches his hand gently and he looks up at her suddenly. She cocks her head to the side, waiting for an answer. His eyes graze up her arm, to her collar bone before slowly making their way up the side of her head, stopping somewhere under her ear. She grins, from ear to ear, wrinkling the side of her nose when she realizes what’s going on.
“You can’t keep secrets from me, Jack.”
She leans in and kisses him and he responds in kind before taking her hand and leading her over to the couch.
//
He strokes her cheek, letting his thumbs rest and his fingers trail over her jaw line, down the sides of her neck. She gasps suddenly: a soft almost inaudible noise and when he looks at her, he realizes that her eyes are closed and a soft pink blush creeps over her pale skin. He doesn't know her, not like this at least, but suddenly he wants to hear that gasp again, and like a drug, he’s addicted.
She moves in to kiss him but he pulls back slightly, moving his fingers down to her lips, kissing her jaw, moving his lips across the thin skin on her neck. She leans back on the couch and he changes his hands so one is supporting himself up while the other guides her movements.
He increases the pressure on her neck, and she gasps lightly, wrapping her arm around his neck, sliding deeper into the couch. She lulls her head to the side without thinking and winces as he grazes her skin with his teeth, blazing a trail down her neck until he nips her tendon and she cries out.
She gasps so loudly he’s not sure if she’s in pain or not, but she forces his head back down he when tries to ask her if she’s alright, and he opens his mouth, sucking in as much as he can. She wraps her legs around his waist and anchors him to her, as he flicks that spot on her neck with his rapidly and her cries get louder and louder until she tenses and arches her back, gasping for more.
//
They walk downstairs, not together, but not separated either, completely, uncharacteristically silent. Hobbes watched them, watches Erica look back, and grins from ear to ear.
“Somethin’ sparkly chase you last night, sweetheart?”
She touches her neck instinctively and a million memories coupled by sensations all come flooding back at once. She exchanges small glances with Jack before he takes a sudden interest in his shoes.
“Shut up, Hobbes.”
Title: Close Quarters
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: PG13
When he lets himself, when his mind wonders, he gets distracted by her; it’s like he looks at her in slow motion and finds himself transfixed. What’s more - what’s worse and perhaps most terrifying of all - is that he’s starting to doubt his plan and his purpose, the one that God laid out for him so clearly so many years ago. He looks at her from across this concrete room and wonders... when she smiles, he realizes that he’s been staring too long.
//
He studies more often and harder than he ever did before the Vs arrived; he can’t find the answers that he so desperately searches for.
“Am I interrupting?”
She looks tired, beaten down as if each loss they suffer breaks down pieces of her fragile soul. He sits back, taking her in as she steps towards him. He holds out his hand suddenly and she’s slightly taken aback, but takes it nonetheless, smiling.
“C’mon. I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Best offer I’ve had today.”
They leave hand in hand; his Bible still open on the table.
//
He brushes a thumb over her pale cheek when he pours her some more ginger ale, avoiding the lit candles on the circular table.
“Do I have spaghetti sauce on my face?”
He smiles. “No. Your face is as lovely as ever.”
She leans into his arm, returning his smile.
//
It’s a warm, moonlit night, and for once there’s no worries, nothing stopping them but their own self imposed circumstances. He chooses to believe that this is his moment, his sign that everything that should be, is: he kisses her, once, softly on the lips and she instinctively pads his cheek with the tips of his fingers, gently keeping him against her.
//
He could blame it on their constant proximity to each other but it’s easier to admit the truth. He smiles and takes her hand, she squeezes back and they let each other go.
They can both fight this war alone but together, they have a chance of winning.
Title: What Heros Do
Paring: Erica/Jack
Rating: PG13
She’s breaking and it’s written all over her face. He grabs her by the arm, pulling her back towards him and when he speaks, she can’t make out anything but white noise. He lets her go and she walks away from him in slow motion, the world all but passing her by.
//
He finds her later, on the roof top in the moonlight. He stands and watches her for a moment before approaching her slowly.
“It’s not safe up here.”
“It doesn't matter any more.”
He grips her hand tightly; it’s limp and unresponsive.
“We’ll get him back, Erica. Don’t loose heart. We have to fight.”
She turns to him finally and blinks so slowly that he thinks that she might be dying. He looks her square in the eye and it’s all too much: she breaks, there in front of him, collapsing under the weight of her own emotions, frustration and helplessness.
“I’m so tired of fighting,” she says so quietly he can barely hear. “And for what? Anna has my son and I don’t know how I can get him back.”
He breathes heavily, trying not to sigh. He hesitates at first but then realizes that it’s so dark she can’t see him struggling. He throws caution to the wind and it carries it away to some distant land, burning up in the rising sun. His hand on her back makes jump at the sudden touch, only to relax once she realizes that it’s him, it’s him and he doesn't want anything from her; she collapses into him.
//
She wakes up, body aching, head swimming, pillow wet and it’s only then that she realizes that she’s been crying in her sleep.
//
She crawls into his bed and he’s startled but not all that surprised.
“Please,” she whispers before he can protest. “I just want to be here for the night. I won’t tell anyone...”
He’s debating and she can feel it, cascading around his head and she knows he needs something more to go on.
“Jack. I ... I don’t want to wake up.”
“Don’t say that, Erica.”
She swallows and he wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“You know I keep my gun loaded, don’t you.”
He swallows, suddenly wondering how all the air got sucked from the room without either of them noticing.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Then just let me fall asleep.”
He holds her tighter; neither of them can sleep.
//
This could be heaven, but she doesn't know where she is.
//
He gives her strength, strength to wake up in the morning, get out of bed and go out looking for him.
//
“You took my gun.”
“Yeah... I did.”
“Can I have it back?”
He’s not sure he can win in this fight, her eyes so intense, fixated on their goal. “What are you going to use it for?”
She looks into his eyes and holds him to there. “To protect the ones I love.”
He hands it back to her, letting her hand grace the top of his. He believes her and what’s more, is that she believes herself.
Title: Undercover
Paring: Jack/Erica
Rating: R
She has nothing. Or at least that's what she's been made to believe. Her son is all but gone, her efforts do nothing but push him further and further away. She can feel him slipping; the strings are too thin to hold on to. She sighs heavily and Jack looks at her sharply.
"Hey," he turns and it's only when he's standing in front of her that she really sees him. "Are you okay to do this?"
She doesn't answer right away; she's made up, made to order, a glam-doll that looks hollow and broken, bruises that had almost vanished under heavy make-up.
"I'm fine, Jack," she says finally, faking a smile that gets her no where with the priest. "Let's do this."
She takes his arm and leads the way and he follows because he wants to believe her just as much as she does.
//
She plays the role perfectly, just as everyone had anticipated: the loving wife of this rich scientist, researching amphibians and reptiles, an obvious lie meant to expose any Fifth Column or undercover Vs, which has no effect on this pompous and rich crowd.
"Maybe Hobbes' intel was wrong about them?" he whispers at the punch bowl. She surveys the crowed looking for everything that's not there. "Should we stick around?"
"No," she says and her answer surprises him. "Let's get out of here."
//
"Someone's following us."
"Are you sure?"
"He's a few yards back, but I'm sure he's been on us since we left the party."
"We need to get the advantage."
"Any ideas?"
"Yes. One."
//
Pain cracks through Jack's skull and the pressure on his lips is intense. When she finally breaks contact, she moves her lips towards his ears, keeping an eye on the dark figure watching them from the shadows.
"Erica --"
"Sssh," she whispers as seductively as possible. She flicks his earlobe with her tongue. “He’s going to think we just stepped out for some air.”
“This is not how you get air --?”
She silences his protests with her lips on his. She’s slow and he gives in, running his hands on her bare shoulders. Her silk dress reveals nothing underneath and he can feel her nipples harden against his chest.
She hikes her dress up around her thighs and he spins her around suddenly, crashing his lips on to hers before she can say anything. She fumbles with his belt and pants, pushing them down slightly. He presses a hand on her hip, forcing her back against the brick wall, opening her legs. She wraps an arm around the back of his neck as he lifts her off the ground and slides inside of her.
He can’t last long: a few strokes before he tips her head and kisses her as he comes. She breaks it so she can breathe and he whispers something to her that sounds like her name. She trembles as he bites her bottom lip; and the world implodes around her.
//
When it’s over, she realizes that she hasn’t seen the man since they started this.
“Uh, I think it worked, Jack. He’s gone.”
“When did he leave?”
“Um... towards the end, I think...”
“Who do you think he was?”
“I don’t know. If he was V he probably would have taken that moment to attack us.”
“Luckily he wasn’t.”
“Yeah. Luckily.”
He threads his fingers through hers and tugs at her hand, leading her away.
“C’mon. Let’s get going.”
She has something. Or at least that's what he’s made her believe.
Title: Juxtaposed
Paring: Erica/Lisa, in quite possibly the creepiest thing I've ever written
Rating: R
All she was looking for was a mother’s love. She found it; not her mother’s and not in the traditional form, but love from a mother, none the less.
//
“My mother just doesn't get me,” Tyler looked at his shoes and Anna took a step towards him. “She just never has any time for me.”
//
Lisa leaned into Erica’s arms and for the second time, felt Erica’s strong and comforting arms wrap around her and hold her close.
//
Anna put a hand under Tyler’s chin. It was important that he see how comforting she was, feel how comforting a mother’s touch could be.
//
Lisa let herself be rocked and she clung to Erica, shaking and weeping softly.
//
“Not all mothers abandon their children during their time of need.”
//
“Lisa, you’re safe now. We’re going to protect you. I’m going to protect you.”
//
“You’re a better mother than I ever had.”
//
Lisa kissed her, softly, sweetly, the way women do when they love each other and Erica leaned back, unsure.
//
Anna’s sickly sweet smile reassured him and made him smile, if only a little.
She smiled too, and struck him across the face with her fist.
//
“Lisa... I, uh... I think you got the wrong idea...”
She kissed her again, harder, deeper, until Erica pushed her away.
//
A nearby guard approached to take the troublesome matter off his queen’s hands, but she stopped him with a single hand.
//
“I’m... I’m sorry, I... thought... I didn’t know...”
//
She stabbed him over and over until the sound finally stopped.
//
“It’s alright sweetie,” Erica’s smile was warm, loving, forgiving and Lisa smiled back at her.
//
“I have no daughter and now, she has no son.”
//
Erica kissed the top of Lisa’s head as she settled back into her soft pillows for the night.
“Goodnight, Lisa.”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Evans.”
//
All he was looking for was a mother’s love and as the blood poured from his heart and the world darkened on the cold, foreign floor, he realized that once, he had had it.
//