Fic: All to Pieces (The Inside)
I am terrible with titles. Seriously. Forgive me.
This is my first The Inside fic. And it's all
bugchicklv's fault. She wanted Danny-bondage!fic. And then I wanted it. And had to have it. Immediately.
*sighs* This is about as vanilla as bondage fic can get. I swear... there is something wrong with my brain.
Title: All to Pieces
Author: Rinny
Fandom: The Inside
Word Count: 642
Rating: R, for mild-bondage and smut
She’s been tied up before.
On a conscious level, he always knew that. But seeing her body go rigid with tension, her fingers clenching uselessly at the fabric binding her hands, the knowledge kicks him in the gut.
“We don't have to do this."
The tension in her doesn’t ease, but her eyes spit fire and he doesn’t doubt for a second that she knows she’s in charge.
“Tighter,” her voice is terse.
Danny nods and unwinds the green and gold silk. He bought the fabric because it reminded him of her and because he didn’t want to use anything that would bring back memories of ropes or chains.
Retying the scarves, he glides his hands smoothly along her arms, appreciating the elegant arch of her neck. Letting his eyes roam, he devours her body first with his eyes and his tongue sweeps out to wet his lips, plotting a course for his mouth to follow.
He tells himself that it’s only about the sex. He loves sex and it’s been a long time since he’s gotten any on a regular basis, not since his failed relationship with Lila almost five years back. So he’s not eager to put an end to this after-hours arrangement he and Rebecca have going between them.
Goosebumps rise along her pale skin and he pauses, his mouth a breath away from her throat, to trace the lines of her ribs. Looming above her, his body casts shadows over her alabaster skin and he waits for the glaze to leave her eyes before he lowers his mouth to her neck.
He‘s tried a number of kinks over the years and this isn’t the first time he’s played with bondage. But this is Rebecca and he worries about pushing her too far.
But this is Rebecca and he wants to be the one feeding her need.
He likes his job. He likes the danger and the excitement and the knowledge that he’s saving lives every time he puts a lunatic killer away. For every rotting slab of humanity he comes across, he remembers that because of him there are thousands more that will never know the depths that a diseased mind can sink to.
He likes the reminder that he’s worth something, in the end.
He couldn’t do anything about the monster that took her all those years ago, but he can do something about the one still clawing at her from the inside out. It’s a fine line he treads, every time he’s with her, but he can’t stop pushing. Every moment of pleasure she finds at his hands, it’s another horrific one she loses.
She gasps when his lips reach her nipple and he knows without looking that it’s the good kind.
He likes Rebecca, too. He did from the very beginning, but it took a while before friendly attraction turned into something more. Aloof and uptight aren’t normally his cup of tea; he’s got enough cold, hard reality in his life that he tries to keep his bed warm and soft. He’s not even sure how it happened, that first time. He just knows he doesn’t regret it.
His large hand cups her ass, molding the flesh and drifting down to part her thighs.
There’s still a lot of softness in Rebecca.
He can see it in the quiver of her thighs, straining to wrap around him. Can hear it in the whimpers escaping from deep in her throat. Can taste it in the sheen of sweat glistening at her breast.
She’s got a steel strong vulnerability and maybe she doesn’t know where this is all leading. Or maybe she does.
In one swift thrust, he sinks into her heat and she is gone on a gasp.
“Danny.”
He wants to be here when she breaks…to be the one who picks up all the pieces.
This is my first The Inside fic. And it's all
bugchicklv's fault. She wanted Danny-bondage!fic. And then I wanted it. And had to have it. Immediately.
*sighs* This is about as vanilla as bondage fic can get. I swear... there is something wrong with my brain.
Title: All to Pieces
Author: Rinny
Fandom: The Inside
Word Count: 642
Rating: R, for mild-bondage and smut
She’s been tied up before.
On a conscious level, he always knew that. But seeing her body go rigid with tension, her fingers clenching uselessly at the fabric binding her hands, the knowledge kicks him in the gut.
“We don't have to do this."
The tension in her doesn’t ease, but her eyes spit fire and he doesn’t doubt for a second that she knows she’s in charge.
“Tighter,” her voice is terse.
Danny nods and unwinds the green and gold silk. He bought the fabric because it reminded him of her and because he didn’t want to use anything that would bring back memories of ropes or chains.
Retying the scarves, he glides his hands smoothly along her arms, appreciating the elegant arch of her neck. Letting his eyes roam, he devours her body first with his eyes and his tongue sweeps out to wet his lips, plotting a course for his mouth to follow.
He tells himself that it’s only about the sex. He loves sex and it’s been a long time since he’s gotten any on a regular basis, not since his failed relationship with Lila almost five years back. So he’s not eager to put an end to this after-hours arrangement he and Rebecca have going between them.
Goosebumps rise along her pale skin and he pauses, his mouth a breath away from her throat, to trace the lines of her ribs. Looming above her, his body casts shadows over her alabaster skin and he waits for the glaze to leave her eyes before he lowers his mouth to her neck.
He‘s tried a number of kinks over the years and this isn’t the first time he’s played with bondage. But this is Rebecca and he worries about pushing her too far.
But this is Rebecca and he wants to be the one feeding her need.
He likes his job. He likes the danger and the excitement and the knowledge that he’s saving lives every time he puts a lunatic killer away. For every rotting slab of humanity he comes across, he remembers that because of him there are thousands more that will never know the depths that a diseased mind can sink to.
He likes the reminder that he’s worth something, in the end.
He couldn’t do anything about the monster that took her all those years ago, but he can do something about the one still clawing at her from the inside out. It’s a fine line he treads, every time he’s with her, but he can’t stop pushing. Every moment of pleasure she finds at his hands, it’s another horrific one she loses.
She gasps when his lips reach her nipple and he knows without looking that it’s the good kind.
He likes Rebecca, too. He did from the very beginning, but it took a while before friendly attraction turned into something more. Aloof and uptight aren’t normally his cup of tea; he’s got enough cold, hard reality in his life that he tries to keep his bed warm and soft. He’s not even sure how it happened, that first time. He just knows he doesn’t regret it.
His large hand cups her ass, molding the flesh and drifting down to part her thighs.
There’s still a lot of softness in Rebecca.
He can see it in the quiver of her thighs, straining to wrap around him. Can hear it in the whimpers escaping from deep in her throat. Can taste it in the sheen of sweat glistening at her breast.
She’s got a steel strong vulnerability and maybe she doesn’t know where this is all leading. Or maybe she does.
In one swift thrust, he sinks into her heat and she is gone on a gasp.
“Danny.”
He wants to be here when she breaks…to be the one who picks up all the pieces.