Fic: An Intimate Moment
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meridian_roseTitle: An Intimate Moment
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Characters: m/f pairing
Rating: R
Word Count: 1646
Beta:ratpaw - any remaining errors are my responsibility
Prompt: For the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo February challenge (mixed media) and the prompt on my second card spaces, scenes and settings
Summary: A forthright woman. An ex-military man. An alleyway. An intimate moment.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply. Explicit sexual scene.
It was Friday night and the club was busy. Kayla watched the male clientele for a while. Boys, most of them, lanky and faking self-confidence. Then there were men who thought that arrogant was the same as charming. Men who couldn't take a hint when their advances were unwanted. Others who were relaxed, often accompanied by a friend. One handsome young man was trying a little too hard with the ladies; maybe gay, Kayla thought, with a twinge of sympathy. There was choosing to live a lie and then there was society making you feel you had to.
Then one notable specimen caught her eye. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and she did like tall men. Not a boy, she thought – mid-thirties, though his stubble made it harder to be accurate. Promising.
It wasn't his blue eyes that attracted her so much as the way they swept the area, assessing it just as she had done when she entered. This was a man who knew where all the exits were, who had positioned himself at the bar where he could use the mirrored glass behind it to check his perimeter, and who held himself with a confidence that suggested he'd been tried, tested and not found wanting. This was prey worth stalking, and if her instincts were correct, the sort who would appreciate the game.
Strong jawline, Kayla thought as she approached. Soft, dark brown hair. Dark clothes, nothing remarkable or conspicuous. She smiled. He'd do.
She strolled over and turned her back to the bar. She leant her elbows behind her on the bar, thrusting out her breasts. He glanced at her, particularly at her obvious assets. Probably straight then, another tick box in his favour for this particular endeavour. The pale green dress was short enough to show plenty of her legs, her diminutive height augmented nearly three inches by her shoes. The height difference could still be a problem, not least if he preferred tall women.
"Don't you hate these places"? Kayla asked, affecting world-weary boredom.
He shrugged. "A necessary evil," he replied.
The three words weren't enough for her to pin down the accent immediately but she added a certain amount of education to her assessment of him, and excluded America and Canada as countries of origin.
"Necessary for what?" She shifted position, moving into his personal space, and bending forwards seductively.
"Meeting people." There was a subtle shift in his own position, barely noticeable to anyone not looking for it, a careful readying for action if needed.
"You like to meet people"? she asked.
His mouth twitched, amused. "Depends on the people."
Kayla was aware he was studying her intently, probably making all sorts of judgements about her as she was making about him.
"You're Australian?" she said at last.
He smiled, shook his head. "New Zealand. But I've spent time in Australia, picked up the accent a bit, I guess." He cocked his head, pointed at her. "English," he guessed.
"Yes."
"My parents emigrated from England," he said. Then his attention was abruptly somewhere behind her. Whatever he'd seen that bothered him came to nothing because a moment later he relaxed and returned his gaze to her.
"Military," Kayla said, taking another turn. It was more of guess this time, since many people who'd never had specific training learned to watch their surroundings.
"New Zealand Special Air Service."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Kayla asked archly.
He gave a wry grin. "Are you?"
Kayla shrugged. She took his drink from the bar and downed it in one go.
"Whiskey, single malt," she said.
He nodded, amused rather than annoyed. "Would you like another one?"
"Sure. Of course I might like something…extra." She let her gaze roam his body as he'd observed hers.
The female bartender approached and he gestured for two more drinks. He studied Kayla for a moment. "Something more intimate?"
"If you'd like." Kayla tipped her head, her long hair falling over one shoulder. "I'm not a whore, you understand. Just a girl out for some fun."
"Fair enough."
Their drinks arrived. He downed his in one go, waited for her to follow suit. Instead she had another question. "What is it you do, if you're no longer military?"
"This and that."
Kayla took up her drink. "Me too." She drained the whiskey. "Back or leg holster?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're almost certainly armed and it's not on your hip." Kayla touched his arm. "We're more alike than you might think."
She let that sink in a moment. He ran appraising eyes over her again – she was only packing a Taser in her purse this evening, he'd find no gun on her person – and decided she wasn't an immediate threat given the way he let his eyes linger on her cleavage afterwards.
"So, about that more intimate moment?" she said.
He nodded. "All right. I'm game if you are." He gestured for the bartender and paid the bill.
There's one thing you should know," she said as he slipped one arm around her waist. "I have committed a number of criminal acts."
He nodded. "Then you should be aware that I've been working as a mercenary for the last several years."
"Mercenary," she purred. "It always sounds like such a romantic occupation, don't you think?"
They exited onto the street and Kayla tugged at him, urging him to the alleyway at the side of the club.
"Here?" he asked, surprised but not displeased.
"Here," she replied. In public but not actually in front of an audience, the alleyway excited her more than the thought of a drab hotel room.
They kissed savagely, as if it were a competition for dominance. Kayla shoved him against the rough brick wall. She dropped her purse to the floor, kicked it aside. Despite her heels, he still had about seven inches on her, and she was going to have to get inventive if they were going to remain standing.
First things first. She reached down, unbuttoning his fly deftly. She slipped her hand into his jeans, fingers stroking his groin. He responded immediately, growing hard beneath her caress. Kayla reached for her discarded purse and began ferreting through it.
"Back pocket," he said, guessing the reason she'd stopped in her seduction. He put one hand behind his back, bringing out a wrapped condom between two fingers.
"Aren't you a good boy," Kayla said in praise, taking it.
"No. I'm very, very bad," he said.
"We'll see."
A moment later he grabbed her, turning her around. Now she had her back to the wall. He lifted her up and she wrapped her arms around him, bracing herself against his shoulders, while her legs wrapped around his hips. One of his hands found her buttocks, the other he pressed to the rough wall behind them. He entered her and Kayla moaned in pleasure.
"You make a man work for it," he observed, though he wasn't the only one putting in extra effort for this position to work. He wasn't breathless from just the exertion though.
"Wait," Kayla ordered, digging her nails into his skin. Obediently, with some effort, he complied, while Kayla used all her strength to adjust position, lifting herself a little higher. He was strong, she thought as she pressed her upper back to the wall, releasing her hold on his shoulders. The feel of the cold brick against her bare shoulders excited her, though she'd regret the scratches and bruises in the morning.
She had one hand in his hair now, the other grasping at his shirt, as they moved together. The slight change in the angle of their bodies was enough that Kayla, after a few more thrusts, reached the edge of her orgasm.
"Ready," she gasped. "I'm ready." She bit down on her lip and after a few more thrusts she came finally, climaxing as he did, lost momentarily in the overwhelming rush.
They were both breathing hard now. She could feel perspiration on her skin cooling rapidly in the night air. He continued to support her, though leaning more heavily against the wall now.
She leant into his neck a moment, kissing his throat, enjoying the post-orgasmic haze. Then she kicked backwards, signalling that it was okay to let her down. He moved his hand from her behind and carefully leaned back, withdrawing from her. Equally carefully she slid to the floor.
She was a little unsteady on her feet from the physical effort, the orgasm, the earlier drinks she'd consumed, and she continued to hold onto him. She leaned on his chest and he placed one hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair.
When she'd caught her breath, Kayla straightened up her clothes. She reached for her purse and pulled out a plastic food bag, handing it to him.
"No need to leave the place untidier than we found it," she said. She pulled two sealed packets from her bag and, when he'd placed the used condom in the provided plastic bag and tossed it into the nearby skip, she handed him one. She tore her own packet open and used the alcohol wipe to clean up her hands. He watched her reapplying her lip salve as he cleaned himself up.
"What else have you got in that handbag?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she returned.
"You're a very practical woman," he said approvingly.
"Thank you." Kayla dropped the lip salve back in her bag and held out her hand. "Kayla Arden."
He laughed and shook her hand. "Alex Rayne."
"Would you like to get something to eat? I'm starving."
"Sure."
"It'll be nice to have dinner with someone who won't talk bollocks about the evils of carbs," Kayla said, leading the way back to the street. "And who will understand why I need a decent view of the entire room."
Notes on the artwork: The February challenge required two pieces of material so I made a cover for the fic. I used character reference/face claims* for the characters here. I made a rough manip combining screencaps/promos with this pic from Tumblr, and then traced the overall outline and some facial features. I did flip the original pic and had to adjust things like arm/hand placement, and I added clothing and background detail, using colouring and textures to make the finished product. I also reduced the size when I saved it as a jpg. I'm still not one hundred per cent happy with it, but this is about as good as it is going to get! Tracing feels like cheating, even though this was a lot more work than a manip/wallpaper. Please bear in mind I'm using a trackball not a graphics tablet, so I did my best!
*"Face Claim" is a roleplaying term for choosing an actor/animated character etc, to represent your original character
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Characters: m/f pairing
Rating: R
Word Count: 1646
Beta:
ratpaw - any remaining errors are my responsibilityPrompt: For the
kink_bingo February challenge (mixed media) and the prompt on my second card spaces, scenes and settingsSummary: A forthright woman. An ex-military man. An alleyway. An intimate moment.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply. Explicit sexual scene.
It was Friday night and the club was busy. Kayla watched the male clientele for a while. Boys, most of them, lanky and faking self-confidence. Then there were men who thought that arrogant was the same as charming. Men who couldn't take a hint when their advances were unwanted. Others who were relaxed, often accompanied by a friend. One handsome young man was trying a little too hard with the ladies; maybe gay, Kayla thought, with a twinge of sympathy. There was choosing to live a lie and then there was society making you feel you had to.
Then one notable specimen caught her eye. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and she did like tall men. Not a boy, she thought – mid-thirties, though his stubble made it harder to be accurate. Promising.
It wasn't his blue eyes that attracted her so much as the way they swept the area, assessing it just as she had done when she entered. This was a man who knew where all the exits were, who had positioned himself at the bar where he could use the mirrored glass behind it to check his perimeter, and who held himself with a confidence that suggested he'd been tried, tested and not found wanting. This was prey worth stalking, and if her instincts were correct, the sort who would appreciate the game.
Strong jawline, Kayla thought as she approached. Soft, dark brown hair. Dark clothes, nothing remarkable or conspicuous. She smiled. He'd do.
She strolled over and turned her back to the bar. She leant her elbows behind her on the bar, thrusting out her breasts. He glanced at her, particularly at her obvious assets. Probably straight then, another tick box in his favour for this particular endeavour. The pale green dress was short enough to show plenty of her legs, her diminutive height augmented nearly three inches by her shoes. The height difference could still be a problem, not least if he preferred tall women.
"Don't you hate these places"? Kayla asked, affecting world-weary boredom.
He shrugged. "A necessary evil," he replied.
The three words weren't enough for her to pin down the accent immediately but she added a certain amount of education to her assessment of him, and excluded America and Canada as countries of origin.
"Necessary for what?" She shifted position, moving into his personal space, and bending forwards seductively.
"Meeting people." There was a subtle shift in his own position, barely noticeable to anyone not looking for it, a careful readying for action if needed.
"You like to meet people"? she asked.
His mouth twitched, amused. "Depends on the people."
Kayla was aware he was studying her intently, probably making all sorts of judgements about her as she was making about him.
"You're Australian?" she said at last.
He smiled, shook his head. "New Zealand. But I've spent time in Australia, picked up the accent a bit, I guess." He cocked his head, pointed at her. "English," he guessed.
"Yes."
"My parents emigrated from England," he said. Then his attention was abruptly somewhere behind her. Whatever he'd seen that bothered him came to nothing because a moment later he relaxed and returned his gaze to her.
"Military," Kayla said, taking another turn. It was more of guess this time, since many people who'd never had specific training learned to watch their surroundings.
"New Zealand Special Air Service."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Kayla asked archly.
He gave a wry grin. "Are you?"
Kayla shrugged. She took his drink from the bar and downed it in one go.
"Whiskey, single malt," she said.
He nodded, amused rather than annoyed. "Would you like another one?"
"Sure. Of course I might like something…extra." She let her gaze roam his body as he'd observed hers.
The female bartender approached and he gestured for two more drinks. He studied Kayla for a moment. "Something more intimate?"
"If you'd like." Kayla tipped her head, her long hair falling over one shoulder. "I'm not a whore, you understand. Just a girl out for some fun."
"Fair enough."
Their drinks arrived. He downed his in one go, waited for her to follow suit. Instead she had another question. "What is it you do, if you're no longer military?"
"This and that."
Kayla took up her drink. "Me too." She drained the whiskey. "Back or leg holster?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're almost certainly armed and it's not on your hip." Kayla touched his arm. "We're more alike than you might think."
She let that sink in a moment. He ran appraising eyes over her again – she was only packing a Taser in her purse this evening, he'd find no gun on her person – and decided she wasn't an immediate threat given the way he let his eyes linger on her cleavage afterwards.
"So, about that more intimate moment?" she said.
He nodded. "All right. I'm game if you are." He gestured for the bartender and paid the bill.
There's one thing you should know," she said as he slipped one arm around her waist. "I have committed a number of criminal acts."
He nodded. "Then you should be aware that I've been working as a mercenary for the last several years."
"Mercenary," she purred. "It always sounds like such a romantic occupation, don't you think?"
They exited onto the street and Kayla tugged at him, urging him to the alleyway at the side of the club.
"Here?" he asked, surprised but not displeased.
"Here," she replied. In public but not actually in front of an audience, the alleyway excited her more than the thought of a drab hotel room.
They kissed savagely, as if it were a competition for dominance. Kayla shoved him against the rough brick wall. She dropped her purse to the floor, kicked it aside. Despite her heels, he still had about seven inches on her, and she was going to have to get inventive if they were going to remain standing.
First things first. She reached down, unbuttoning his fly deftly. She slipped her hand into his jeans, fingers stroking his groin. He responded immediately, growing hard beneath her caress. Kayla reached for her discarded purse and began ferreting through it.
"Back pocket," he said, guessing the reason she'd stopped in her seduction. He put one hand behind his back, bringing out a wrapped condom between two fingers.
"Aren't you a good boy," Kayla said in praise, taking it.
"No. I'm very, very bad," he said.
"We'll see."
A moment later he grabbed her, turning her around. Now she had her back to the wall. He lifted her up and she wrapped her arms around him, bracing herself against his shoulders, while her legs wrapped around his hips. One of his hands found her buttocks, the other he pressed to the rough wall behind them. He entered her and Kayla moaned in pleasure.
"You make a man work for it," he observed, though he wasn't the only one putting in extra effort for this position to work. He wasn't breathless from just the exertion though.
"Wait," Kayla ordered, digging her nails into his skin. Obediently, with some effort, he complied, while Kayla used all her strength to adjust position, lifting herself a little higher. He was strong, she thought as she pressed her upper back to the wall, releasing her hold on his shoulders. The feel of the cold brick against her bare shoulders excited her, though she'd regret the scratches and bruises in the morning.
She had one hand in his hair now, the other grasping at his shirt, as they moved together. The slight change in the angle of their bodies was enough that Kayla, after a few more thrusts, reached the edge of her orgasm.
"Ready," she gasped. "I'm ready." She bit down on her lip and after a few more thrusts she came finally, climaxing as he did, lost momentarily in the overwhelming rush.
They were both breathing hard now. She could feel perspiration on her skin cooling rapidly in the night air. He continued to support her, though leaning more heavily against the wall now.
She leant into his neck a moment, kissing his throat, enjoying the post-orgasmic haze. Then she kicked backwards, signalling that it was okay to let her down. He moved his hand from her behind and carefully leaned back, withdrawing from her. Equally carefully she slid to the floor.
She was a little unsteady on her feet from the physical effort, the orgasm, the earlier drinks she'd consumed, and she continued to hold onto him. She leaned on his chest and he placed one hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair.
When she'd caught her breath, Kayla straightened up her clothes. She reached for her purse and pulled out a plastic food bag, handing it to him.
"No need to leave the place untidier than we found it," she said. She pulled two sealed packets from her bag and, when he'd placed the used condom in the provided plastic bag and tossed it into the nearby skip, she handed him one. She tore her own packet open and used the alcohol wipe to clean up her hands. He watched her reapplying her lip salve as he cleaned himself up.
"What else have you got in that handbag?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she returned.
"You're a very practical woman," he said approvingly.
"Thank you." Kayla dropped the lip salve back in her bag and held out her hand. "Kayla Arden."
He laughed and shook her hand. "Alex Rayne."
"Would you like to get something to eat? I'm starving."
"Sure."
"It'll be nice to have dinner with someone who won't talk bollocks about the evils of carbs," Kayla said, leading the way back to the street. "And who will understand why I need a decent view of the entire room."
Notes on the artwork: The February challenge required two pieces of material so I made a cover for the fic. I used character reference/face claims* for the characters here. I made a rough manip combining screencaps/promos with this pic from Tumblr, and then traced the overall outline and some facial features. I did flip the original pic and had to adjust things like arm/hand placement, and I added clothing and background detail, using colouring and textures to make the finished product. I also reduced the size when I saved it as a jpg. I'm still not one hundred per cent happy with it, but this is about as good as it is going to get! Tracing feels like cheating, even though this was a lot more work than a manip/wallpaper. Please bear in mind I'm using a trackball not a graphics tablet, so I did my best!
*"Face Claim" is a roleplaying term for choosing an actor/animated character etc, to represent your original character
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Date: 2013-02-24 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-24 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-24 10:11 pm (UTC)Both of them are so casual after the sex; so matter of fact. That also gave a little insight into their personalities.
I liked your artwork, too.
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Date: 2013-02-25 11:46 am (UTC)Thank you also for the nice comment about the artwork. I know it's mediocre or terrible when compared to so much great artwork out there, but I think it illustrated the fic well enough given my hardware/software/artistic abilities :)
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Date: 2013-02-26 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 12:31 pm (UTC)