Col Collins

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[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

The sound of Pearce’s name cascading from her lips was like music to his ears, and Pearce thought that he’d like her to scream it as loud as she could or whisper it in his ear; he wanted her to say it first thing every morning and last thing at night. It was intoxicating and foolish how fast he’d become mesmerised by this woman – this impossible woman from nowhere – and yet with her spread out beneath him and their bodies becoming one, he didn’t care to question it much further than that. Pearce didn’t know the first thing about her except her name, and it was enough for the moment – he was learning as he went. Pearce’s hands were all over Col’s body, seeking and searching and always coming up so much emptier than he would have liked. He revelled in the feel of her skin against his fingertips or the wet slick of her folds opening for his length, and Pearce knew that with Col, things would be intense; that much was guaranteed. They had both clearly been longing for this for a while, and their desperation masked every movement and groan for more. Looking down at Col, Pearce could see that she was close to orgasm – her nod at his command to cum before him wasn’t even though of being denied, and Pearce’s stomach flared with lust and possession at the idea of being in control for once in his life. He could feel her core tighten around the length of his cock as he thrust in and out of her, the orgasm completely consuming her for a few brief moments, and her hands and nails dug into the skin of his back, trying to take a piece of him with her. Pearce kept up the steady rhythm of his cock inside of her until the waves of her orgasm had brought her back down, and he greedily searched her eyes for some sign of satisfaction; of contentment and joy.

He was rewarded when her body quickly recovered from her orgasm to begin teasing another into life. Pearce’s focus slipped from her body to his own, which was tensing and flexing almost without his own notice – his own orgasm was quickly approaching. Every touch or movement she made his body jolt with pleasure, and it all rerouted to his cock. He needed to fuck her with abandon like his mind kept screaming for him to do, but it wasn’t until her thighs opened up and wrapped around his waist that he looked back up at her, capturing her brown orbs. She begged for him – for him in all ways, and her words washed over him almost like he was receiving orders or divine instruction. When he was able to understand what she asked – for him to cum, for him to take her – he nodded, mouth slack and lost in thought but he could do that. He had to. Pearce licked his bottom lip and watched as she moved his hand, making their movements less stunted and clearing the way for their thrusts to meet more fully, and Pearce was glad to have both use of his hands. He ran them down her sides until he reached her hips, thumbs pressing into the skin there for a moment before thrusting into her with abandon, loving the way her own hips rose to meet his every time. It was mind-numbing and sense-altering, but it was overall addicting in the dangerous kind of way – that kind that Pearce knew he would stick around for, and all consequences be damned.

Pearce’s length delved into her core repeatedly, and he belatedly became aware of his own groans and murmurs for more or for something else that no one could give him. He was a mix of needs and wants, all of which were currently being met, and yet he was scrabbling for more, drunk off the pleasure of Col’s body taking him. The fire blazed and heated his sweat-stained skin, and Pearce’s heart thudded painfully hard in time with each rapid thrust that brought him one step closer to claiming Col for good. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, and without thinking he pulled out of her, picked her up with deft, easy movements until she was on her hands and knees in front of him, her skin blazing a darker colour from the fire. Pearce ran his hand down the length of her back, across her shoulder blades and the ridges of her spine, and with one hand holding her hip he used his other to guide his cock back to her core, pressing in until he was fully seated inside her. “Fuck, Col,” he groaned, his hands tightly gripping her hips, holding her in place – he felt like he was about to cum then and there. But after a moment, once the tightness in his stomach subsided slightly, he moved her hips forward before bringing her back, fucking her on his cock until she moved of her own accord, grinding backward until she met his thrusts. Pearce’s throat was dry and constricted, but the position afforded him the most access to her core and her muscles still spasmed around his length, trying to pull out of him the orgasm that Col had asked for. He set his jaw and was able to get a rhythm going that was fast, verging on uncoordinated as Pearce felt his body begin to betray him – and with the impending orgasm only seconds away, he thrust into Col faster, determined to bring her with him. Then the orgasm tore itself from his lungs and heart and, seemingly, his soul until he came, and his head spun with the force and intensity of it, his words a flurry of curses and praises for the woman beneath him.

[notthecolyouknow]

When Col finally settled back down to Earth, a rocky and haphazard descent that left her in pieces on the floor, she gasped out for breath as the long forgotten sensation of pleasure deadened her muscles and brought her down against the floor roughly. Her chest was still heaving as she tilted her cheek to rest along the cool hardwood beneath her, the fire flickering in her eyes seeming to grow and ebb in time with the erratic knocking of her heart against her rib cage, but as soon as the feeling started to fizzle away the flames within her were only stoked as Pearce continued to fuck her. Looking back up at him with lust blown eyes the sight alone nearly took all her regained breath away, the emotions on his face and subtle red that flushed his cheeks and he worked his way towards his own release made her heart clammer so loud in her ears that she thought it would burst. Col had been right in saying that she needed him, begged for the feeling of him cumming inside of her as a way to seal some unspoken bond between them, but no matter how foolish the thought she still couldn't stand the thought of him leaving; or of him doing this with anyone else but her. 

When something possessive flared in her chest her hips arched dramatically to meet his thrusts, her nails raking down his back and digging in for purchase as she locked eyes with his and clamped down around his cock to add pressure to pleasure. Col knew it was the only the beginning, there was something different about him that she couldn't quite place at that moment, but she had far better things to worry about when he suddenly pulled her over onto her knees and the head of his length started to brush between her wet folds. With her hips rocking back slightly Col let out a muffled whimper, her bottom lip captured between her teeth as she hissed out a breath when he started to push into her -teasingly at first- until he filled her completely and she let out a crisp cry of his name. With her fingers nearly curling into fists against the floor beneath her Col's hips rocked back and shivered against his rough hold, his fingers baring down to leave bruises to be admired later as his thick arousal stretched her out and plunged deep into her core.

When Col felt his cock begin to throb and tighten inside of her she bit down on her lip roughly, nearly hard enough to draw blood, as her hip collided with his to fill their cries with the thick slaps of skin upon skin. The violent beginnings of her newest orgasm was just beyond reach, that perfect cliff that she was bound to fall over with Pearce finally coming to view as she fell over the precipice with him and came violently. With cries and whimpers Col became a fluttering mess of nerves and muscles around him, her chest falling to the floor as she bucked back to coax her release throughout her blood, breathe still heaving as she let out a clipped moan when her hips finally stilled. Reluctantly crawling away from him Col whimpered over the loss of his length when it fell out between her thighs, her body turning over painfully slow as she rose up onto her knees to face him and wander back to where he was. "I've always seen the value of a really good first impression," Col said first with a small laugh, her knees taking her closer to him as she lazily circled her arms around his waist and let her forehead drop along his chest to breath in the sex and fire that lingered on his body.

[wildcardcollins-blog]

The Christmas Promise || Col & Pearce

[pearce--williams-blog]

Even though Pearce was an adult and more than familiar with the excitement that came from Christmas day, he’d never had one quite so happy as the one that he was currently experiencing. Entering Col’s apartment was now a different experience to every other time he’d been in there, - now it didn’t feel like hers; it was now simply a place that held her belongings. Somehow, between the moment Col had told him she was moving in and when he’d entered her house, Pearce had already transferred her presence and equated it with his house as her home. Then again, Pearce had always felt that they shared some kind of home as long as they were together, and not necessarily physically. The sight of Col’s possessions packed away, ready to be shifted to his apartment made him beyond happy, and he was reminded just how much she gave to him. Anything he asked for, she gave him; whatever he wanted, she somehow knew without him having to speak – and this was just one example in a line of many. “How did you get time to do all this?” he asked in amazement, looking at the boxes and wondering how she’d managed to sneak away from him for so long without him even noticing.

He had been staring at the boxes when Col leaned against him and brought her lips to his own, almost melting against his body as she lingered there. Pearce responded the only way he knew how and held her ever closer, relishing in the small kiss before she dropped back down to her normal height, but Pearce still kept his arms around her, wanting to hold her longer. Her words caught him off guard, but not unpleasantly, and before he could respond coherently she was walking away with a smile on her face, disappearing into the depths of her apartment, leaving Pearce with a hammering heart. All his life, all he’d ever wanted was someone to love him, to care about him, and to understand him – and with Col he got all of those things and so much more. It hadn’t occurred to him until the last few years that marriage was something that he would actually see in his life; he had never felt constructed for anything of that nature, and judging from the kind of person Col had once been, he’d assumed that neither did she. But now, things were picking up speed faster than he ever would have guessed, and he didn’t want it to stop.

Pearce followed after Col, his voice echoing down the hall. “How do I know you won’t make me wait another few years after that plan is proposed?” he joked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he wandered into the kitchen, tapping his foot against a box as she closed one up. “It seems like your style,” he said before laughing, feeling elated. Pearce knew in his heart of hearts that even if he did propose and Col wanted to wait two years or fifty years til they actually married, then that was fine with him. He would always wait for Col – it was never a question. Pearce knew that she was his beginning and end, and everything else between was just part of the ride. Bending over, Pearce picked up one box and placed it on top of another before lifting both. They were heavy, but not too heavy, and his long arms wrapped around them easily. He turned on the spot, placing his chin on the top box and looking over them at Col. “Alright, I’m gonna start taking some of these across, baby,” he said, juggling them on his knee to readjust his grip. “Don’t get any of the heavy ones, okay? Leave them for me,” he ordered before flashing her a happy grin and backing up out of the kitchen and down the hall, opening the door with his foot and hurrying back across the snow with Col’s belongings in his arms.

[notthecolyouknow]

Col had debated long and hard about whether or not they were both ready for this next step, one they had taken before with dire consequences that nearly drove them apart, but after all that had happened to both of them between then and now Col couldn't imagine a better time. They had practically moved in with one another already, neither of them wanting to sleep in an empty bed and always finding comfort in the arms of the other, but this just seemed more permanent and like a promise for all that was to come in the future. It seemed completely inadequate compared to what Pearce had given her, a beautiful ring that she couldn't help but look down at during the times when she thought he wasn't looking, and Col knew that this day would go down as the best one she had been given in a long time; all because of the man that made her a promise she never thought could ever be a reality. It was in that moment that she realized it was his love that made it all possible, made it so that Col could open up her heart to the possibility of something grander than she was, and there were no words she could begin to spill to echo her thanks; just a bunch of boxes that they both grinned at like fools. "I woke up early a few mornings," Col replied with a shrug as she idly kicked a box with the toe of her boot, bending down to flip through the contents quickly before folding the flaps closed and looking over her shoulder at him.

"Other times I told you that I needed to get something and quickly filled a box or two. I wanted to have most of it ready when I told you because I knew that you couldn't wait," she replied with a soft chuckle as she watched him start to collect boxes in a stack. "Clearly I know you better than anyone because I was right," she replied as she started to push boxes closer to the door in an effort to minimize time, her brows arching at his words before she stood up and brushed her hands along the side of her jeans. "Are you saying that I'm not worth the wait?" she teased lightly with her hands pressed against the small of her hips as she put on a fake expression of insult. "I wish I could do the dramatic take of the ring and throw it to the ground right about now but I love it too much," Col continued as she bent down to gather up a box in her arms just as he did.

Grumbling at his words she waited for him to leave before picking up a heavy box of her own, a struggled groan leaving her lips as she balanced it against the her hips before trying to peer over top of the lid as she kicked at her door and precariously made her way down the few steps from her threshold. When Col started to slip and slide against the ice she carefully place the box on the ground, her hand moving to brush aside the hair that curtained over her eyes before she bent down and started to push the box along the sidewalk with small huffs and bouts of energy; Pearce was never going to let her live this down.

[wildcardcollins-blog]

The Christmas Promise || Col & Pearce

[pearce--williams-blog]

Pearce felt as though his body was thrumming with energy and excitement at the thought of Col finally moving in; it was the perfect gift, and one that Col had known he’d wanted for a long time. Their living separately had always been hard for them, but something they’d had to do; they needed their own space after what happened in New York, and even though they barely slept a night apart, their own homes were still a necessary part of finding their feet again. It had been a year since New York and the disastrous and self-destructive behavioural patterns there, and the gift of Col moving in was unexpected but welcome. Pearce’s mind flashed to all the things that would come from their living together – but above all, it was that their lives together would finally be moving forward. He wanted everything with Col; everything cheesy and normal and lame that she’d probably shy away from – but he wanted it, and he’d wait a million years if that’s what it took. Living together was just the first step, and it made him ecstatic that Col was finally there. “I never want to wake up without you there,” he said, smiling down at her as she slapped his chest, “but I’m glad my patience has paid off.”

He rolled off Col and almost bounded of bed, grabbing shoes and jackets and scarves, as the weather outside looked blisteringly cold. When Col said as much, he laughed and shook his head, winding a scarf around his neck, though it still hung down to his knees. “It could wait, but I don’t want to – why delay it any longer?” he said, watching as she changed into some of her own clothes. Pearce frowned down at his pyjama pants and sighed, pulling them off and finding some jeans, deciding that if he was going to dress then he’d best do it properly. The air was cold as it hit the skin of his chest as he pulled on a fresh t-shirt, and he quickly layered up again, catching a glimpse of Col out the corner of his eye as she pulled on a tank top and her favourite grey cardigan. The scarf was wrapped on once more, as well as a jacket, and then he was ready, wanting to launch himself outside and grab the boxes that would officially mark Col’s position in his house – their house.

“Let’s go!” he said excitedly, unable to wipe the smile from his face as he took Col’s hand and led her through his house, out the front door and to her own, almost cursing as the winter winds hit his face and made his skin turn numb. He looked at Col as they walked, and he studied the way her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and her skin became paler – making her eyes and hair seem darker – and he thought, not for the first time, about how lucky he was. “Now that you’re moving in, you do realise you have started a domino effect,” he said casually, never taking his eyes off her as they shuffled along the small gap between their houses. “First the moving in, then we get a joint pet – Lucy doesn’t count – and then…” Pearce trailed off, feeling nervous and unsure and looking at Col to see how she’d take all of this talk – it was almost like verbal diarrhea  He couldn’t stop it now that it had started, but he would if it made Col uncomfortable. They reached her front door, and Pearce waited for her to open it before they entered, and he saw several boxes sitting in the hallway, their contents packed hastily, and he smiled at the thought of unpacking all of her things and mixing them with his own.

[notthecolyouknow]

Col knew that the moment she told Pearce her plan there would be no stopping the boundless energy that would quickly seep into his body, and even if they were having a perfectly comfortable Christmas in bed Col knew better than to deny him this simple request. She had been packing for days in secret, quietly telling Pearce that she had an assignment or that her house needed to be cleaned considering she had been spending all of her free time with Pearce since the event, but she made sure that most of her possessions were packed so that she could continued to stay without going back as often.

She knew it to be a large leap in a fairly ambiguous direction, the kind of road that they had been down before which had resulted in them nearly going back to the one place they promised each other they would never return, and Col would have been lying if she said she wasn't the least bit hesitant. The one thing that shed away all her fears and doubts was her love for Pearce, and the new material object that gave penchant to that love that was resting on her finger now; she knew he was well worth the risk when the reward was so much sweeter. They were in a better place now, more at terms with what they knew now to be lifelong disorders, but her violent tendencies and his depression didn't seem so daunting with the other's support; if anything it made Col love him all that much more to make up for the love that he had lacked in the past.

Following behind him with a small laugh they exited his warm and comfortable home and into the blistering winter winds, the cold immediately flushing his cheeks and highlighting the bright smile that seemed to be carved into his face since the present. Col had never once thought she could ever make someone smile like that, completely written off the idea that someone could learn to love her at the same time she learned to love them, but she wouldn't have had it any other way or with any other person besides the man that looked at her as if she was the only thing in the world that he truly needed; aside from chicken nuggets and a good book but that was neither here nor there. 

Furrowing her brows as he spoke her steps quickly picked up as they reached her own home, the promise of a warm dwelling and extremities with blood flow being a silent promise as she listened to him speak with an ever growing smile. When he faltered Col just shook her head, her grin still in tact as they opened the door to her cottage so that he could see just how much packing she had done in preparation for the present. Closing the door behind them she breezed past him at a lingering pace, her body brushing against his lightly before she stopped in front of him and reached up onto her toes to gift him a small kiss. Smiling against his lips Col stayed where she was, soaking in the warmth of his body and the sparks that still flew between every kiss, before falling back onto her heels with a small laugh. "I hope the after was that you were gonna make an honest woman out of me, babe," she said with raised brows before she walked deeper into the house to close up a box in the middle of what used to be the kitchen.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Pearce was by no means a virgin – he’d been a few girls, nothing to boast about, but he’d had a couple girls who he’d slept with, and yet, somehow, Col made him feel like it was his first time all over again. She was laid out beneath him on the rug beside the fire, her eyes aglow from the flames, and he wondered at the pace of his heart hammering away in his chest. Col was beautiful as she lay bare before him – his skin dotted and inked with tattoos that Pearce knew he could explore at a later date, but for now, he let his fingers brushed across them. He wasn’t nervous, exactly; he was in a great rush to take Col, but he felt giddy, almost. It’d been a year or more since he’d last had sex, and Col looked as though it had been a while for her as well. Pearce could feel the hunger and desire rising up in him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back, even if Col had wanted it. His hands, smoothing along the inside of her thighs eagerly dipped beneath the fabric of her panties and brushed across the wet folds of her core. His throat felt restricted from the feeling of how wet she was for him, and he looked at her eyes, which were half closed from the pleasure he was giving her with his fingers.

Her words began to tumble from her lips – desperate pleas for him to pick up the pace, and Pearce wasn’t about to deny her when he wanted the exact same. Nodding eagerly, Pearce gave her clit one last stroke before yanking her panties down over her thighs and letting her kick them off. His eyes wanted to linger on the sight revealed to him, but his own cock was twitching and throbbing in his briefs, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing his own briefs down, his heated length was finally freed and the warmth from the fire consumed his completely. “I need you-, this-, whatever, too,” he murmured as his lips found the warm skin of her neck, and the smell and feel of her beneath him was completely intoxicating; Pearce could feel his mind slipping out of control. With his lips pressing kisses down to her collarbone, Pearce pressed the head of his cock to the entrance to her core, taking a moment to steady his breath. As he thrust inside, Pearce’s teeth found Col’s shoulder, lightly nipping the skin and then kissing the resulting mark as his cock filled Col up. “Oh fuck,” he gasped out as he went in as far as he could, their hips pressed flush together. “Fuck fuck-, fucking hell, Col,” he said, forehead pressing to her shoulder for a moment before he managed to lift his head to look at her.

Col’s irises were blown wide and he almost drowned in their depths as he felt her hips shift, finding an angle that was right as Pearce drew his cock out a little and thrust in, slow and testing. She was tight, a lot tighter than Pearce had remembered a girl being, and the shocks of pleasure it sent along his cock to his nervous system egged him on, almost begging him to move faster. Pearce heeded their call, and after a few slow, steady thrusts he felt content to pick up the pace as the year-long drought consumed him. Using one hand to hold her hip and the other to support himself, Pearce’s hips began cracking into action, whipping forward almost brutally fast to delve deeper and deeper into Col’s core, feeling how tight and wet she was with each thrust. It was overwhelming, and Pearce knew he wasn’t going to last particularly long – not when Col’s gasps and moans and tiny pleas for him were filling the air, driving him forward and forcing him to go harder. Once they had a fast, desperate rhythm going, Pearce’s hand drifted over the smooth plane of her stomach and down to find her clit again, wanting to her Col fall to pieces around him as he did, and he found her clit with two fingers and began running circles along it in time with the thrusts he drove into her. “Cum for me, Col,” he whispered as he frantically found her lips again, kissing her before pulling back, always making sure to keep his fingers on her clit and his cock inside of her, “and then cum again with me.”

[notthecolyouknow]

Col was a victim to the pleasure that was Pearce in that moment and she was far too weak to deny him even if she had wanted to. Somehow he had transformed from a reluctant stranger to a man that she needed with every desperate pang of her heart and throbbing of her body, but she knew this was only the tip of the iceberg emerged from beneath rocky waters. Col felt drawn to him for some unknown reason, something that she had been alerted to even before they had shed their layers and inhibitions in a kiss that made her world start to turn with new life, and there was nothing it that could have torn her away from his arms. Everything between them now was a new experience, like all the others in the past held no consequence or meaning after such a long time spent without, and Col’s entire body ignited into lustful flames –figuratively speaking- as his questing hands started to run between her soaking folds. The feeling made her back arched against the floor, her muscles taut as the first spikes of pleasure possessed her body, and her hands started to wildly grasp for his body to bring him closer to her, forever closer, so that she could finally have him the way she needed.

When he deftly flicked her swollen clit she hissed out a breath, her chest heaving against the lust that wrapped around her heart as she watched him roughly pull away her panties to discard them somewhere in the room that Col couldn’t manage to care about. When he pulled down his own briefs she let out a satisfied moan, the sight of his eager and twitching length pulsing against his muscled stomach making her hips arch in need as he leaned down to cover her body with his own. Tilting her head back to expose her neck to him her fingers started to run along his back, the heated skin beneath the pads of her fingers making her moan hotly before the sound turned to a small pleading whimper when his throbbing head started to push past her moist folds. That feeling, the simple promise of what was to come drove Col to madness, her insanity only finding an end as she slowly pushed his cock into her ready core and stilling in place as her muscles started to flutter and shiver around his length. The size of him made her gasp loudly, her hips arching as they twitched desperately against his own while her nails dug into his back with her chest now heaving violently. “Oh my god…” she muttered with stumbling lips, the feeling of his breath along her already heated shoulder making her shiver as she tightened her muscles around him to drink into the pleasure of finally having him.

Looking down at him she met his eyes, the feeling there being just as consuming as the one that tortured her body and Col couldn’t break the connection as he slowly pulled out of her. The loss made her whimper for him, the deep connection that she felt for him and twin gazes remained locked taking Col’s breath away as she thrust into her with a slow and steady pace that made her cry out his name. “Pearce…fuck-, you feel so good,” she mumbled lustfully as her hips started to arch to meet his timed strokes, their bodies falling into a rhythm flawlessly as she leaned forward to capture his lips in a hungry kiss as he fucked her. Col’s body was slowly being torn in two, the way his length stroked and teased every needy nerve along quivering muscles making the kiss turn desperate as he started to thrust faster and with more determination. A sharp cry left her lips when his fingers traveled down to find her clit, her eyes widening as she tore away from his lips to look up at him weakly as she felt the feeling of her orgasm start to claw away at her chest. When he spoke all she could do was nod, the command being one that she didn’t really need to hear only moments before her muscles started to spasm as her first orgasm roughly turned her body into shreds. Her cries were muffled through their heated kiss, her muscles clamping down around his cock as her fingers dug into his back while she rode out the wave of pleasure that she had forgotten after such a long time but now found that she was addicted to all over again; just as long as Pearce was the one to give it to her.

With heaving breathe her hips continued to meet his own, the fast and long strokes of his length coaxing her orgasm away while teasing another one into existence at the same time; Col was lost in the feeling of him and needed him to feel pleasure at the hands of her more than anything in the world. “Cum for me, Pearce. I need it, please. God I need you so fucking much it hurts,” she professed as her thighs rose up to wrap around his waist, her hand moving down his chest to pull away his hand from her clit before she started to roughly meet his thrusts with purpose.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Pearce was more than thankful to have a place to stay, but when Col mentioned showing him the way back to the road the next day, he felt the fragility of their situation descend upon him: he liked Col, and he thought that she liked him, but the thought of parting so soon was next to unbearable. Pearce knew that he barely knew Col – an hour’s company didn’t constitute any pretext for staying, and anything more than leaving tomorrow would mean stalking. But he wanted to stay, even just for a few days; he wanted to see who she was and what she was like and what made her so interesting. But, this was her home and her life and Pearce was nothing more than a northerly wind blowing through – soon enough, he’d be out of her life and she’d forget about him. Pearce laughed at her comment about his naked body, but blushed simultaneously as she said it was “appealing” – perhaps the chemistry between them was working both ways now. He longed to make a return comment that if she wanted to see him naked, she wouldn’t have to have him on his death bed for it to happen, but the flirting was established: they wanted one another in a way that probably not best for complete strangers to feel.

“I haven’t eaten anything wholesome in… I guess a year,” he said, thinking back to the last home cooked meal that his mother had made for him before he’d accidentally killed her. It made his stomach knot uncomfortably, and he almost lost his appetite, but he forced himself to think about other things. “So whatever you cook is good for me – vegetables and all,” Pearce concluded with a smile. The prospect of a meal that didn’t come from a can or a packet was bordering on overwhelming, and he cursed his stomach as Col flashed him another smile before placing a bowl of potatoes and a peeler on the table in front of him. He had definitely been serious about helping – he was a guest, and he wanted to earn his keep; cabins like Col’s didn’t run on air. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be hungry enough to finish up whatever you can’t,” he said with a nod, picking up a potato and turning it over in his hand before grabbing the peeler. Just as he’d been about to take a healthy sized layer of skin off, Col moved toward him, her hand outstretched with a curious look in her eye and his hand slipped, and the peeler clattered into the bowl.

Col continued toward him until her hand brushed his hair for some reason before her hand danced down the side of his face, along his jawline, and the sensation was so foreign and overwhelming that his eyes fell shut for a brief moment. It was like coming out of the cold and being embraced by a fire; it was like wandering for a year and finding civilisation – her touch awoke something dormant inside of him, something that had been hardened and steeled against each lonely day and month. It melted the ice around his heart and stirred his heavy and weary body into action until his hand reached up to meet hers, fingers lacing between her own and pulling it from his face. With Col’s hand within his own, he pulled her forward as he half-rose to meet her and, without waiting to see if she would mind or fight back, crashed his lips to hers. It was a deep-seated yearning that had made him do it, and he couldn’t stop now even if he’d wanted to. Pearce’s hands cupped Col’s face, holding her fast against him as his mouth sought her own, desperately searching to find a response. His tongue begged for entrance to her mouth, and found her willing against him.

With hands that moved from her face to her waist, Pearce brought their bodies closer until she was almost slotted against him perfectly, their hips moving and searching in tandem while their lips hungrily fought and searched and won. Pearce’s mind raced with the thousand thoughts and ideas he had for that particular moment, and his hands picked one and ran with it. Grabbing her by the waist and picking her up, Pearce turned them until Col was seated on the table, and he moved between her legs this time until their hips met once more. The heat pooled between them, and Pearce’s hands tangled in her hair, desperately finding her hips once more. He wanted to climb on top of her on the table, tear each article of useless clothing from her, but he also didn’t want to rush into something that Col might not have thought through, so with his hips grinding against her own, he pulled back, gasping for air. Steadying himself by staring into her eyes, Pearce searched for a moment before pulling back further. “Food now or later?” he asked, fully prepared to take either course of action. “Can a stew wait a hour or two?”

[notthecolyouknow]

To say that he was mesmerizing would have been an underestimate, to say that she was simply clinging to him because he would have been person she had touched in nearly two years would have been a lie, and to say that Col needed him with a force that she had never felt before would have been the deep and exposing truth. There was something about it, a familiarity that lingered in her chest when she was with him, that made Col think that she could find something resembling home within him. It was a naive notion, one spurned forth by loneliness and need to be something more than what she had reduced herself too, but the longer her fingers moved and mapped the strong line of his jaw that greater the will there was to possess him and never let that feeling go. 

Her gaze remained fixated upon his lip as she thought to move away, to sever the connection and hold whatever she felt in her chest to try and combat the ever growing fire that loomed there, but once the decision was made Pearce took in away from her and pulled her small hand into his own. Her gaze suddenly jumped from his lips to his eyes, a far more drowning sight in comparison, and Col simply stood there motionless as he slowly rose from the chair. Not knowing his intent or whether or not the touch offended him she prepared a flurry of excuses, but all of the precognitive words fell away when he crashed his lips against her own.

It was as if something within her snapped, years of yearning and dormant feeling flaring high in her blood, and Col was a victim to the feeling of his kiss which caused her body to stretch up and her arms to circle around his waist. She met his kiss feverishly, matching it with a hunger of her own as their kiss turned heated and needy when the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth made a moan vibrate through her chest. Col let out a small gasp in the form of his name when his hands left her face and rested against her hips, strong arms pulling her perfectly against him as their hips started to buck and wane in response to the heat that threatened to burn them both if they remained unmoving. Responding to his touch Col's body now ached for him, her dormant lust setting fire to her core as she pressed her hips against his hard to find his eager length waiting underneath his jeans.

The thought of what they were doing nearly floored Col, the fact that she had no intentions of stopping him being all that more surprising, but she was weak to him and his touch now. When he picked her up and set her down on the table she leaned forward against him, forsaking air for the heat of their kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him back to where he belonged, pressed up against her throbbing sex while her hips begged for him. When he broke away from their kiss Col whimpered from the loss, the sight of his lust blown eyes and kiss reddened lips making up from it as she panted deeply for air. When he asked his question Col took a beat to respond, wondering how badly she would look if she admitted to wanting to make love to the stranger between her legs, but the choice was made when her hands tore her shirt away and pulled him back towards her lips with a tug of his hair.

With feverish kisses her mouth traveled downward, along the the jaw she had loved with her fingers down to his neck, her teeth finding the skin above his collarbone to nip at it lightly as shaking hands found the button of his jeans. Making quick work of it and the zipper Col's hand ran along his length through the rough denim, the size of him throbbing in her palm making her gasp through their kiss as she applied pleasure through heat and friction, some of the former might have been her own.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Wherever Col had come from, whatever reason had caused her to flee to the forest and remain locked there in an eternity of solitude – Pearce was thankful. He didn’t like knowing that she was alone, but if she hadn’t of been here, he would have been wandering through the snow all night, without food or shelter or heat, and he especially wouldn’t have been in the company of a beautiful woman whose irises reflected the glow of the fire almost perfectly. It was undeniable at this point in their company that Pearce was explicitly attracted to her; he could feel his body almost connected to invisible puppet strings, and wherever she looked or moved or touched, he reacted instantly. He gravitated toward Col, against his will, but he didn’t mind and would always relent. She was different and strange and funny, and Pearce didn’t want to leave her side any time soon. The feeling of her between his legs, warm and solid and inviting, made his body riddle with goosebumps of the variety that were obvious. Col’s hands were sure, wrapping his arms in bandages that Pearce almost instantly forgot about as her fingertips traced over the goosebumps mingling with scars and angles that made up his arms.

“Two years is a long time,” was he said, his voice dropping an octave as she shifted between his outstretched legs and brushing several places that sent shockwaves of friction throughout his body. He swallowed and watched her face as she worked. Pearce didn’t want to pry into the reason she was out here – not unless she willingly offered to say so. Asking questions like that got you thrown out of nice homes, and Pearce knew enough to be sure that Col wasn’t an axe murderer: her parents, coupled with a shit home, had been the explanation, and brief as it was, Pearce accepted it. Col was clearly part of a deeper mystery, the kind that fate and destiny backed off from and washed their hands of, but Pearce wanted to know more. He was intrigued, and it helped that Col hadn’t fainted or stumbled or simply collapsed due to his presence – could she be immune? Could he be that lucky? Pearce was glad to see a part of her almost relieved when he accepted to staying the night, and he laughed at the thought of her attempted to carry – or drag – him inside. “I heard that the best way to treat hypothermia is to take off all your clothes and share body heat,” he said with a smirk as she stood up, staring down at him with only an inch and a breath from his face. It’d be far too easy to lean forward and kiss her. “Could be interesting.”

When she pulled away from him, his eyes still lingering on the place where her tongue had been wetting her lips, Pearce found himself rocked back into the real world. Food. How had he overlooked it? He watched Col grab the first aid kit and walk into the kitchen, and he realised he’d been extremely distracted. Col’s body was almost hauntingly tempting, lying beneath ragged and torn but tight clothing, the kind that left nothing to the imagination, but Pearce found himself dreaming. The sound of Col in the kitchen snapped him out of his reverie, and he turned on the couch to watch her bustling around the kitchen. “I’m starving, actually,” he said, feeling his empty stomach turn over. He hadn’t eaten in at least two days – the tins in his backpack were for emergencies only, and he’d gone longer without eating. But the promise of a dinner with Col was too good to pass up, and he smiled at her. “I’d love that,” he said, nodding, eager eyes watching everything her hands were doing. “I’m allergic to seafood though, so if you were planning to gut a trout or something, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass.”

Col in the kitchen, her dark hair falling down her shoulders and eyes darting around at the cupboards and ingredients, Pearce could almost believe she were some kind of wife, girlfriend, significant other, that he could lay claim to. He’d never had anyone – never been around anyone long enough to form a bond of any description – but she seemed different. She seemed just as alone as he felt, and the echoes and pangs of that alienation, no matter how forced or voluntary, resonated in her eyes. She was the same hopeless wanderer that he was, though she’d found a home for herself and settled in. Pearce longed to find that seed of loneliness inside Col and twin it with his own, to let her know – even if only for a moment – that she wasn’t completely alone; she could have him, even if only for a night. “So can I help with anything over there?” he asked, wanting to be of assistance so that maybe his brain would stop thinking on hyperspeed.

[notthecolyouknow]

Col couldn't decide which was worse, the fact that he had openly suggested them stripping down in the event of him catching hypothermia or that she was all too willing to push him outside just to make it happen. The mention made her body tighten with the though of them shedding their clothes in front of the fire, on that would only burn brighter the longer Pearce commanded her attention, until they finally gave into the obvious mutual need that created sparks of tension in the room between them. She didn't know why he was traveling in the middle of nowhere, decided not to call out his lies about hitchhiking, and even didn't mind that he seemed far too interested by how well the fire continued to burn; she was selfishly thankful he was here no matter what dire circumstances forced their stars to align.

"Or, we could be boring and be preventative," Col quipped over her shoulder as she bent down to grab a pot from the bottom shelf, a heavy and black cast iron one that she set down in front of a wood stove that was the bumbling centerpiece in a rather quaint kitchen. "And you can just sleep on my couch in front of the fire tonight and tomorrow morning I'll tell you have to get back to the main road. As much as the thought of you naked is an entirely appealing one I think keeping you alive is my duty as a global citizen," she continued brazenly, her eyes falling to appraise his body slowly as she gently gnawed on the inside of her cheek.

Turning back around she started to collect vegetables that had taken home on the corner of her counter, a chopping board and sharp knife appearing from one of the drawers afterward to rest in front of her as she silently decided upon a menu. "When's the last time you've eaten anything that wasn't either pre-packaged or riddled with preservatives " she questioned over her shoulders as she started to slice vegetables before sliding them into the pot with soft clinks. Despite only have met him Col couldn't help but smile at the domesticity that seemed to settle into her house. Pearce, now sitting at her kitchen table watching her cook after she doted over his wounds, was now the picture of perfection as he asked if she needed any help before informing her of his allergies.

"Truth me told-, I'm kind of a vegetarian right now. No electricity means I can't keep anything cold and besides, I know how to make a mean stew and it's you're job to make sure nothing goes to waste," she said over her shoulder, pausing from her task to flash him a wide grin before tutting her tongue along the roof of her mouth. "If you were serious about helping you can peel some potatoes for me?" she said with a raised brow, her gaze automatically flirting back to his lips as she stopped all thought for a moment and focused on how much she needed to feel it pressed against her own.

"Of course, you're my guest so feel free to just sit there and be distracting otherwise," she said with a laugh as she slide some potatoes towards her before throwing them in a large bowl. Pulling a peeler from the drawer that formerly contained the knife she walked over to him and placed it on the table with a wink, her brows furrowing slightly as she saw a piece of charred hair that stuck upright near his ear. Letting out a small laugh her fingers moved to touch it, curling around the burnt end before rubbing it away but Col's hands lingered for a moment. Eventually her fingers fell, around the arch of his ear and down along the pronounced line of his jaw as she focused in on his enticing lips once more.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Pearce had never really had a destination in mind when travelling, so he decided to tell Col as much. “I’m not headed anywhere in particular,” he said with a shrug, watching as she disappeared from beside the fire behind him. He could hear her moving around, so he kept talking. “Just… going, I guess. Just moving and living, seeing where I end up.” A moment later, he felt a warm blanket draped over his shoulder, and he turned to give her a small smile in thanks, grabbing the material and unfolding it so that it was draped across his lap, warming him along with the now heartily roaring fire. It was almost, if he closed his eyes, a perfect scenario: a fire crackling, the quiet outside the house, a woman fussing about him and making sure he was okay… And then he opened his eyes and saw his arms littered with burns, a strange but beautiful girl standing near him, and more than a few disconcerting questions lingering in the air between them. Pearce was unsure about everything, but for the moment, what Col was promising him was too good to pass up.

“Your couch? Oh, no- I couldn’t possibly, really-. I think I’ve caused you enough trouble, Col.” Pearce hated being an imposition to people, and even though she had offered, it still felt like he was intruding, no matter how close to the fire the couch was and how overwhelming the thought was that he could be warm for a night. Of course, Pearce was sure that if she had offered to share her bed with him that he would have accepted – anything to be closer to her. She was magnetic, and the more he watched her and listened to her, the more he found himself almost chained to her, drawn in and pulled deeper and bound there. Col moved from the fire once more to the kitchen, where she told him about her own past, coming back into his line of sight with a first aid kit in her hands. “Sounds like you’ve had it pretty tough,” said Pearce as he watched her kneel in front of him and almost slot herself between his legs. The action wasn’t intended to be anything remotely sexual, but Pearce’s body suddenly flooded with warmth and his thoughts all turned south, heading straight for the place where Col was leaning dangerously close to. Pearce took a deep breath and thought of axe murderers and zombies and aliens and anything else that he could grasp at to keep his thoughts at bay.

Pearce held out his arm to Col and watched with fascination as her fingers began to trace along the skin of his arm and the inside of his wrist, her touch light and soothing. “How long is a while?” he asked, trying to keep it light, but his voice almost cracked as she continued to make patterns on the skin, distracting him effectively. “Well you haven’t lost your touch,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the irony of his words and smiling. “But.. you’re one of the only ones I’ve talked to for a while as well. I guess… this has been a development for both of us.” Pearce swallowed thickly and felt his breath coming a little shorter, as though he could hardly breathe because of Col. When the bandages touched his skin, Pearce startled for a moment at the material’s contact with the raw and tender skin, and he watched Col’s eyes as they seemed to hone in on the work she was doing, concentrating, and Pearce saw a lock of hair fall from behind her ear. He stared at it for a moment, letting Col wrap the bandage around his forearm before he reached out with his free hand and tucked the stray lock of hair back, letting his fingertips trail down the line of her jaw before he pulled back completely.

She was warm between his legs, and Pearce was thankful for the blanket that hid his body, because if it wasn’t there, Col would have seen a very obvious sign in his jeans that he was very happy to have her in his company. His thoughts of murderers and aliens had failed, and now his body was consumed with a kind of lust that pulsed and pumped through his body in time with his heart beat. Pearce licked his lips and watched Col a little longer, unsure what he wanted – to ask her the thousand and one questions that raged inside, or to lean forward and simply kiss her. The latter may be creepy and out of line, so he instead let her work. “You’re a good nurse,” he said softly, seeing his burns disappear. “And.. if your offer still stands, I’ll take your couch – I kind of don’t like the idea of heading out there again tonight,” he said, but his reasoning was simply because he wanted to be around Col for as long as possible.

[notthecolyouknow]

Col would have been the first person to call herself a liar if she had said she wasn't thinking about Pearce in a way that wasn't reserved for strangers. Despite the irony of her internal dialogue his presence set her on fire, it was a sudden and strange feeling of course, but it was also something that hadn't been fully realized yet and the longer Col was near him the more she wanted to explore it. One half of her mind, from now on dubbed as the side she should listen to more often, suggested that she let her walls fall away and enjoy the night that they could have shared together in each other's heated embrace, but this side wasn't as loud as the other. The more booming voice in the back of mind was saying that she would be taking advantage of the situation and making him seem like it was simply a fee for housing him for the night; as much as Col wanted to run her fingers along every bare inch of his body she wasn't ready to make him feel like he had to as a form of payment.

With a shaking breathe she tossed the thought aside, instead focusing on the way the small patch of skin she was focused on now warmed to her touch without her even using her powers. It was dangerously intoxicating being so close to him and letting her fingers navigate over his skin, committing the goosebumps to memory, but Col was lost in the feeling of him and for a moment forgot she was supposed to be applying a bandage at all. "Tough lives make us into what we were meant to be," she said in an almost whisper, her gaze trained along her finger as it smoothed over the first bandage tenderly. "Apparently I was meant to be a hermit and you were meant to save me from a fire," Col said with a laugh, her gaze tearing away fro his skin to find a more breathtaking home in his eyes. 

They were the deepest blue she had seen, the kind that wraps it's taunting fingers around your heart and never lets go, but at that moment Col couldn't seem to find a reason to care. When he spoke it saved her from having to stare to long at his lips, the bottom one in particular, and wonder how it would feel if she rolled it between her teeth and what kind of noise he would make because of it. "Uh-, two...two years?" she said with an easy shrug, her attention turning to the other arm as she shifted on her knees between his long legs. As if her mind wasn't already taking a dark and lustful road his words, a pun at its brightest about touch and nurses, echoed through her ear and made her smile up at him wickedly through her lashes. "If only you knew," she said simply before finishing up the last bandage around his forearm. 

When he finally relented to staying Col let out a sigh of relief that she didn't know she had been holding, her hands traveling down his arms to quickly squeeze his hands as she gracefully rose up to her feet. "Make yourself at home. I wouldn't want you going out there either unless you wanted to play the damsel in distress when I haul you back in to treat hypothermia," she chimed brightly as she stood where she was, standing between his legs with their faces a breathe apart considering their height difference. Her eyes flickered back down to his bottom lip when the silence started to ring, her body nearly swaying under the force to not lean in and capture it between her teeth, and Col could almost hear a small war of whimpers and heated breathes rage in the back of her throat as her tongue jutted out to wet her lips. 

"Um-, you must be hungry," she said roughly with a shake for her head, her body suddenly bunching as she quickly left his presence to run into the kitchen with the first aid kit. "Did you want to have dinner with me?" she asked in an odd tone, her hands around deftly moving about the kitchen to start making them something to eat.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Pearce liked the way his own named turned around in her mouth – she had a melodic voice, the kind that he wouldn’t mind reading aloud or singing a song, but the way she formed his name was enough to give him a slight shiver up his spine. He wanted to hear her say his name in all different contexts – gasped out in surprised, formed around a laugh, moaned out as he kissed her, and therein Pearce had to stop himself again. His mind hadn’t encountered a woman in the last six months long enough for him to even note what her hair colour was, let alone speak to her, and the fact that he’d found this girl in a forest, completely unaffected by him so far, was a near-miracle. Her comment about ego-stroking was enough to settle warmth in his stomach at the word choice, and he saw her own face flush – clearing his own mind wasn’t the only one working along interesting thought patterns. “I’ve never been one for stroked egos,” said Pearce casually, wanting to heal over the awkward. “I prefer to get compliments in one session than dragging it out for a long time.”

Boots crunching through the snow, Pearce began to allow his mind to ease off the defensive and begin to note things about her – the pale skin, the curves and angles of her jaw and nose and eyebrows, the way she talked with her hands even if she wasn’t saying anything particularly expressive. Her name fell from her mouth, as if it had been in storage for some time, and Pearce smiled. “Coal?” he questioned, “as in… coals on a fire?” It was an ironic choice of name, but he thought it suited her – her eyes were the coloured of burnt-out ambers in a fire, and she seemed to embody the flickering heat of a flame. He wanted to ask what her real name was, but her cottage was suddenly standing before them and Col was instructing him to duck upon entering, something that Pearce had become accustomed to since puberty hit.

The door was opened and Pearce was allowed in – and almost immediately hit his head on a support beam on the roof. Swearing silently, he ducked and continued into the room, turning to see Col stamping her boots, unaware that he’d probably just received her aforementioned concussion. Her home was quaint, the kind of hunting lodge or cottage that stood on the edge of a lake for an elderly couple to visit once a year. It was rustic, almost classic, and Pearce immediately relaxed – this wasn’t the kind of place that belonged to an axe murderer; this was the kind of abandoned home for the lonely and disenchanted outcasts of the world, and it was no wonder that Pearce felt at home here too. Pulling off his backpack, Pearce shivered and moved to one of the chairs near the fire, watching Col as she crouched down to start the fire, and his gaze drifted to the arch of her back and the curves of her ass as she went to work, and he shook his head and looked away. He had to get a grip.

The fire roared to life, and Pearce raised an eyebrow at its intensity – had she used accelerant? He stared at the flames suspiciously for a moment, debating whether to comment on her fire starting abilities before deciding against it in case he offended her before he could warm up by the fire for a few precious minutes. The warmth rolled out of the hearth and over his sore and tired body, and Pearce all but melted into the chair, almost instantly glued there. His body was numb – his feet and hands aching from the act of thawing out. Col stood up and turned to look at him, and he gave her a small smile as she asked what he’d been doing out in the forest. “Me? I was travelling,” he said simply, nodding. “I was uh… hitchhiking along the side of the road when I saw a flicker of light.” Pearce didn’t like lying, and he was sure that the act was painted across his face, but it was better than the truth. “I was kind of hoping to reach town by nightfall, but I don’t think that’ll be happening,” he said, looking out the window as the afternoon sun was about to fall behind the treeline and disappear for the night. “But I won’t intrude on your hospitality for long,” he assured her, looking from her face to the fire. “I’ll uh- just get you to look at the burns and then I’ll go, I promise.” Pearce didn’t want to go, but staying would mean putting Col in danger for longer, not to mention the fact that she wouldn’t want a stranger staying overnight – that would be pushing it. “So what are you doing out here all alone? It seems kind of… lonely.”

[notthecolyouknow]

With her mind still chiming from the joke over her name a delayed laugh left her lips, her head shaking lightly and curtaining her eyes with raven coloured locks before she tucked it behind her ear. Rolling up the sleeves of her white cotton shirt she grimaced slightly at home the bottoms were now nearly soaked through from snow, the transparency giving light to the collage of tattoos that adorned her stomach and stretched up to her now bare arms. “Yeah, like coals in a fire,” she said with a roll of her eyes, a smile tugging her lips upwards as she watched him warm himself near the fire. “You’d be amazed at how funny that joke really is,” Col all but mumbled out, her fingers pulling at the bottom of her dampened shirt with a small grimace as she realized her power usage needed to be nonexistent while in Pearce’s company.

Leaning against the hearth of the fire, dangerously close for someone that wasn’t her, she crossed her arms underneath her chest and listened to his story with a quirked brow. While he spoke her gaze lingered on his face before travelling downward to the definition of his arms, the way his jeans perfectly fit his hips and how his long legs were now stretching out towards her. Although appraising his clothes was the first step she then began to think that they would look much better on the floor, to which she could properly worship his body with much more than her eyes.

Jerking her head from side to side quickly she let out a small cough, her eyes turning to the fire suddenly to try and find something else to look out while his baritone voice nearly vibrated across her skin. “Hitchhiking? That sounds like fun. Where are you going?” Col inquired conversationally, her eyes noting how he still shivered and letting out a small sigh. He had tumbled in the snow because of her, was probably getting early on-set pneumonia because of her and was now sporting fresh burn wounds due to misplaced heroics; if that wasn’t enough to sigh about she didn’t know what was. Bouncing up from the brick hearth she started to mill about the house behind him, grabbing a blanket from the couch that hugged a far wall before discreetly flicking a wrist towards the fire to have it roar brighter for him.

Coming back she placed the blanket over his shoulder, her fingertips barely grazing over the pulse of his neck before she got the idea to flood warmth along his skin through her touch. The moment she felt a spark race through her veins she nearly let out a small gasp and moved away, her hands now safely tucked into her back pockets as she returned to her place by the hearth to let out a small laugh. “Town is about a day’s trip away from here so unless you plan on camping out Adventure Man style I’m thinking my couch would be a lot nicer,” she said with a shrug, keeping the invitation light and without pressure although she nearly suggested her bed instead of the couch.

When he asked his own question her bought ran taut, her lips setting in a grim line as she moved towards her kitchen to collect supplies that could bandage up his wounds. “Just your typical runaway,” she said over her shoulder as she pulled out a small first aid kit. “Broken home, shit for parents, misunderstood….you know how it goes,” Col said lightly, her smile being more than strained as she took to her knees in between his legs. Deciding to try and burn away the thought of what the position so glorious implied she cast her head downward to rummage through the box, her fingers coiling around bandages before she flicked her hair out of her face and gestured for him to give her his hand.

“I’ve been out here for a while actually,” Col said nonchalantly, her fingers grazing along his arms tenderly as she travelled from the inside of his wrist towards the burn in an effort to warm his skin more effectively than the fire. “You’re the first person I’ve talked to in….a really long time,” she confessed with a cough, her finger now idly tracing patterns along his skin like an explorer of feeling before she looked up at him with shining amber eyes and laying down the first layer of bandages.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

She was weird, but the good kind of weird that made Pearce’s heart clench like it was in an iron fist. Her subtle references to Johnny Cash songs and the way she seemed to look at him like he was the only  person in the world at that very moment made Pearce feel even worse for leaving her, but he had to; for her sake, as well as his own. Whoever this girl was, she was living in a forest for a reason, and Pearce couldn’t intrude on that. He backed away from her, the bag weighing him down once more, and felt the hesitation with every step – whoever she was, she had a hold on him already, and that in itself was unnerving. Pearce didn’t have friends, girlfriends, lovers- people didn’t think of him that way. This girl affected him in a way that he’d never felt before, and he needed to squash and store that away: he’d only just met her not five minutes ago. His desperation for human company was starting to show in the full-bodied hesitation that seemed to make him drag his feet away from her.

And then, like a burst of light in the darkness, she stepped toward him and grabbed his wrist. It was like electric zapping his body, wringing through his limbs, and he glanced down at where her small fingers enclosed around the joint, holding him in place. Her words were soft, gentle, almost on the verge of a plea, and Pearce knew he was lost. The fight went out of his shoulders and he knew that heading to her place would be beneficial – he had to get a bandage on his burns, and perhaps this girl had a fire that he could sit in front of for five minutes. She continued to stare up at him, silently pleading with a kind of urgency and desperation and longing that Pearce knew lived in his own heart but one that he was practiced at denying. He felt her finger smoothing along the back of his hand, brushing across the bones and veins and tissue that lay beneath the skin, and just when Pearce had been about to bring his own fingers to the soft underside of her wrist, she pulled away, dropping his hand quickly. It stung, but only for a split second, and then she was speaking again, drawing his attention away from the briefest of human contact.

“I… Okay,” he said with a nod, as if it were a great feat to surrender to her offer. “As long as you promise that you won’t wear my skin or turn my bones into ashtrays,” he continued with a small smile. Obviously it was a joke, but Pearce knew that out here in the wilderness, people were hiding for good reason. As he felt his hand begin to fade from the warmth of her touch, he sized her up, knowing that even if she were some crazy murderer or cannibal, he could overpower her easily; she was petite, the kind that he could pick up with one hand. But if she had company back at her house… Pearce knew he was over analysing it and stopped, not wanting to appear like some derange hitchhiker or homeless person who she would regret inviting back to her house. “Lead the way,” he said, gesturing with a burnt hand to the wide open forest.

Pearce began following her, trudging through the snow and his boots crunching noisily. He fell into step slightly behind her, and he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted down her lean body, drinking in the sight of her ass and legs clinging to the torn and faded jeans. Pearce gave it a second’s more glance, storing it to memory, before looking away and to the trees and snow, desperately not thinking about anything along those lines. Clearing his throat, he picked up his pace to walk beside her. “So.. I’m Pearce. I figured… you want to know my name, so you don’t have to keep referring to me as That Guy Who Saved Me or My Hero,” he said with a light laugh, hoping to ease over his own inner tension at the fact he’d been checking her out a few seconds prior. Her face was beautiful, and Pearce almost wished he’d continued walking behind her. “What’s your name?”

[notthecolyouknow]

Col’s smile brightened to full force when he finally relented, something light filling her otherwise heavy heart as she nodded along to what he was saying as if she didn’t truly believe it at first. She thought for a moment that she was about to become a cautionary tale for young women to warn about the dangers of inviting handsome men into their long forgotten cottages, but if he was willing to save her from a fire that he thought would have killed her then she trusted in his character. Col had always been a good judge of it, something that apparently didn’t wane over time, and the tiny spark of trust lit a flame of knowledge that she so desperately wanted to find.

Col wanted to know everything about him in that moment, ask him why he was out in the woods or what in his bag was heavy enough to indent the snow the way it did, but she saved him from the barrage of questions and just canted her head to the side to gaze up at him. With a small bounce in her step she shrugged happily, her shoulders nearly touching her ears as she dramatically turned around and started back towards her cottage. When he spoke his terms she looked over her shoulder at him and laughed, her eyes then falling down to the snow as she walked before she answered him with her steps now going backwards so she could face him. “But I love skull ashtrays,” she nearly whined, her face staying in place before it dropped as her eyes widened. “I’m kidding though. Completely kidding, I promise,” she said with a mental slap across the face as she turned back around with a grimace.

Berating herself silently for making a joke that wasn’t in the least bit funny she turned against more sheepishly than the last when he introduced himself. “Pearce…” she echoed over her shoulder, a small smile curling the corner of her lips as she nodded along before it turned into another melodic laugh. “Aren’t guys supposed to love it when you stroke their egos?” she questioned with a quirked brow, her face scrunching as her thoughts turned south and her face nearly flushed. She barely knew him and yet she was already thinking about what his skin would feel like brushing past hers; maybe it was her year long dry spell or the fact that he looked at her in a way that was truly exposing that made her mind rocket in that direction.

When he asked for her own name Col took a moment, a beat, a heartbreaking one almost as she fought hard for her name after it hadn’t passed her lips in years. “Uh-, Col. Everyone calls…used to call me that,” she said in an odd expression as she slowed down to walk beside him when her cottage came into view. It was nestled just past a heavy tree line, the forest getting thicker and darker towards the back, and Col beamed up at him when they reached the door. “You’re …probably gonna have to duck a bit unless you want to add a concussion to the list of things I’m gonna have to fix up for you,” she teased lightly as she opened the door and gestured for him to enter, taking that brief moment to turn around and shoot a long line of fire down the path to melt away their tracks.

Coughing slightly she followed him in, her boots coming down on the floor hard to shake away the snow there as she locked the door behind her and walked up beside him. It was as quaint as it was small, all wood furniture with old-style décor that gave it a sense of home away from home that always lifted her spirits. “Make yourself comfortable and….I’ll get a fire going,” she chimed brightly as she shouldered off her jacket and threw it onto the kitchen table. Crouching down low in front of the fireplace she ruffled some things around, making some noise like she was preparing the area before she snapped her fingers and an epic fire roared in the pit. “Uh-, so….I have to ask. What are you doing out here?” she asked lightly as she bent back up to face him.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

The last thing that Pearce had expected to see out in the snow-covered forest was a beautiful woman, but that’s what he’d found: her dark hair, black as a raven, framed a snow-white face and amber eyes that seemed to stare past his outer façade and into a place that was marked ‘private and confidential: keep out’. It was unsettling how much they shared in that one looked as he lay on the snow and she rose to look at him, and Pearce almost wanted to smile at the fact that her first words to him were insults and curses, the kind reserved for sailors with loose lips. She had contained within her the anger and passion of a fury, and Peace could envisage the wings that would spring from her back if she were actually one of the mythical creatures. Instead, he was left with burns raking his skin and a girl that seemed to think it impossible that another human being would come to her aid.

“I just… you were standing in the middle of a fire, which..” Pearce’s eyes darted to the ground and saw that it was missing: the fire had been put out. “… is gone now. But-, you don’t look hurt so.. no harm done, I guess.” Pearce watched as the girl crawled across the ground to where he lay, covering the distance quickly, and the closer she got, the more that Pearce got the feeling that something was off about her; different in the kind of way that made people hesitant to enter into her company. Pearce had become an expert in this feeling – it was harbouring like a fugitive within his own chest and blood, and it made everyone repellent to his company. Her hands reached for him, and Pearce was unable to stop the involuntary draw back of his hands, and there was an almost hurt flicker across her features at the move. “Help me? I think I need some ointment and a bandage, and we’re kind of far from a hospital at the moment.”

Regardless of his slight protest, Pearce was won over by the girl’s small smile and he was helpless to watch as her hands moved to hover over the scarred and searing skin of his arm, the flesh throbbing in time with his heart. Pearce had been burned before – by the oven, by boiling water – but this was a fresh kind of pain, and he felt like his skin had been flayed from the bones. How she’d remained unscathed was a mystery, not to mention the sudden disappearance of the fire – but Pearce wasn’t afraid of her; in fact, her presence was almost like a balm for the lonely months he’d been spending of late. His thoughts were a swirling mess as he stared into her eyes, not noticing the ministrations she performed on his hand until the heat seemed to disappear from the burn, leaving him feeling like he could breathe again. His eyes turned from hers down to the skin, which was still an angry red and looking worse by the minute; the pain was still there, but the heat from the flames was gone. He wanted to ask how she’d done it – that was no ordinary gift – but Pearce knew better than to ask questions that he didn’t deserve the answers to; after all, he held his own secret; one that gripped at his heart with claws of fear as she invited him back to her place.

Pearce stood up quickly. “No, it’s fine, really, I should be going, I mean-, I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time- thank you for, you know,” he waved his hand, “and I’ll.. I’ll go.” Pearce didn’t want to leave this strange girl – in fact, he wanted her to wrap his arm up and tell him it was going to be fine, because it had been so long since anyone had cared for him or about him, but he couldn’t take the risk of being in her presence longer than needed. The thought of seeing her lying on the snow, drained and lifeless and dead – just like his mother – was unbearable. She was special, that much was obvious, and Pearce couldn’t be the one responsible for destroying that. Grabbing his backpack from the snow and heaving it once more onto his back, he turned to look at her. “I should go,” he echoed, regretfully, analysing her features as if attempting to commit them to memory.

[notthecolyouknow]

The offer to take him back to her home was a sudden one, an urge that spilled from her lips before she could swallow them back, but after only moments spent in his presence Col suddenly didn’t want him to leave. Perhaps it was due to the fact that this was her first true conversation in years, or maybe because she was lonely and desperate for companionship in any form, but that wouldn’t have been doing his shy smile and drowning blue eyes justice. It was something that panged in her in her chest as she looked at him, more watching and tracing the lines of his face with her gaze as she stood above him in the snow, but as much as Col wanted to rescind the invitation she also couldn’t bear the thought of it.

“I was standing in a ring of fire,” she said with a nod, offering up no explanation as to why she was there or how she remained unscathed to the stranger. Col knew what her power entailed and knew all too well what they could do to a person with enough time, so the thought of Pearce’s eyes shifting from wonder to fear and disgust wasn’t something she wanted to see; she had no choice but to clutch her secret to her chest. “Maybe I’m just a sucker for a good Johnny Cash song,” Col offered with a shrug, a short but musical laugh leaving her lips as she slowly walked away from him for a moment to retrieve her leather jacket that she had discarded.

Bending down towards the snow she picked it up between her fingers, her arms shaking it wildly to let the snow fall away from it before she threaded her arms through it and turned to face him. When Col did he wasn’t where she had left him, instead he was slowly walking away from her and retreating back into the forest with his backpack now slung over his shoulder. Before thinking Col started to job back towards him, her body seemingly not understanding the commands of her mind to let him go as she reached out and curled her small fingers around his wrist. “Please don’t go?” she offered with a smile, her gaze up at him almost weak and pleading as she continued to hold him.

Col had wanted to let go but found that she couldn’t, the heat between their touch being something different than the one she could command without a single thought; it was organic and true, not at all like the ugly and twisted mess that flourish in her chest. With a breathe she looked up at him with kind eyes, no mean feat given their stark height difference, her thumb started to idly move across the back of his hand for a moment before she realized what she was doing and dropped it away quickly. “I just- I feel bad…for what I did to you and I probably wouldn’t sleep through the night if I let you go without trying to help. I promise I’m not some creepy stalker to wants to wear your skin as a jacket or anything,” Col said with another small laugh as she thrust her hands deep into the pockets of her leather jacket.

“Please?” she said with a sweet tone in her voice, her amber eyes sparkling brightly as she smiled at him widely.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

[pearceinalterland-blog]

The backpack on Pearce’s back was heavy, laden with books and clothes and his last two tins of food. With his boots crunching through the snow and his eyes shielded against the afternoon sun, he trudged on, unsure of his destination. With night coming on fast, he longed for a bed or someplace dry to curl up for the night, but that was probably wishful thinking: knowing his luck, it would be another night spent staggering through the snow until he finally collapsed, shivering, under the trunk of a tree. It was not a promising prospect, but the alternative was even less appealing: jail and laboratories, needles poking him and people shouting at him for answers to questions he couldn’t provide. The weight of his past added to the backpack, pressing on his shoulders and almost threatening to squash him underneath the totality of it all – he was a wanted man, and that was what kept him driving forward.

Pearce knew that he should turn himself in: he had, after all, killed his mother. But the reasoning behind it was flawed; he didn’t understand how it had happened, and if he couldn’t explain it, what likelihood was there that the government would? His power – no, his curse – had killed his own mother, the last person in the world who had cared about him, and that was his fault. Pearce knew only a handful of facts about what power ran through his bones: firstly, it was uncontrollable. Secondly, it drained people, and sometimes killed them if he stayed around them for too long. Thirdly, and this is what ate at him the most, it seemed to be born out of his own need to survive – and for Pearce, it was almost unbearable to think of all the people he’d sucked the life force out of, to the point where they’d be left weak and desperate, gasping for air.

He saw their terrified faces in the white blankets of snow, and Pearce knew they’d stick with him forever. He deserved that; he deserved to be haunted and cursed and hounded for the rest of his life, because whatever lived and breathed and possessed him was wrong, and while he couldn’t control it, he had to live with it. And so, he’d run – run away from the police, the tentative friends he’d had, and escaped into the wide world in the hopes that he could find a place to settle down where he’d be alone so he couldn’t hurt anyone else. It was a foolish hope – there was there no way he could simply escape civilisation completely. His brief brushes with humanity had resulted in store keepers fainting and cars crashing around him as the humans he passed succumbed to the almost toxic radiance his presence oozed.

Pearce shuffled the backpack on his back and weaved between the trees on the side of the dirt road, wanting to keep out of sight of passing cars, not wanting to cause more accidents. He thought about sleep and food and warmth, and each of these concepts were almost too far away to be real, and that’s when he saw it – through the trees, some distance away, was a flicker of light. It was brief, almost impossible to see, but Pearce was sure it had been there. Had it been a torchlight? Standing still and staring, he saw it again: a burst of red-hot flame, and almost instantly, he was dashing through the forest, desperate to either feel the warmth of the flames or put a stop to whatever forest fire had sprung up. He stumbled and tripped his way through the snow until he came to a small clearing where a fire had broke out in a patch, almost unnaturally contained, but standing in the middle of it was a girl – her body swathed in dark clothes but her eyes alight, and she looked almost paralysed.

Without thinking, Pearce dropped his backpack and jumped forward, grabbing her and rolling toward the snow, the flames of the fire searing the exposed skin of his hands and arms and immediately doused by the freezing cold snow. The girl was lying trapped beneath him, and Pearce managed to roll off her, hissing and crying out against the burns but trying to focus his vision on the girl: her amber eyes were almost angry at his rescue. “Are you okay?” he breathed, words coming out in gasps. “Are you hurt?”

[notthecolyouknow]

Col would feel her heart start to slow, a low and dragging thump that kept her in place as the flames lovingly licked across her skin, and she felt like she had finally come home. It was the only one she had now, after running away her parents and family were all too quick to assume she had died like some nameless drifter, and fire was now the one thing that remained. It gave Col the illusion that it was her only saving grace at times, the one thing that would never leave her no matter what the circumstance or strife, and it was her only friend now in a world that she had denied selflessly.

Letting out a whimper she rose and fell onto the balls of her feet, her fingers reaching out to linger and play along the fire as she let her eyes remained closed to drink in the feeling of what was around her, hugging her tightly in its embrace. Through the sounds of crackling fire and the sizzle of melting snow coaxed into condensation Col could hear steps beside her, and before she could move or even burst open her eyes she was falling down to the ground forcefully with added weight on top of her.

Needless to say she had been caught off guard, all the flames around them snapping back into her body with a force that made her moan as she finally open her eyes to look up at her attacker. The first thing that struck her was his eyes, the depth and loneliness that was the blue there making her nearly gasp before her gaze flicked down to the rest of his face. Col hadn’t spoken to another person in years, let alone to have one as attractive and alluring as him pin her down to the ground, and she couldn’t manage to find her voice until he found his.

“What the hell were you thinking? Have you lost your fucking mind?” she nearly screamed out, her body rustling along the snow covered ground as she crawled onto her knees towards him. Looking down at the burns along his arms she let out an audible grimace, her eyes flicking back up to his face with a mixed expression as she slowly moved to bring her hands over the wounds. When he nearly recoiled she snapped her hands back, the features on her smoothing out gently before she made another move to touch him. “It’s just gonna keep burning unless you let me help you,” Col explained in an even tone, her head nodding with a small smile as her hand hovered over the burns.

With a small intake of breathe Col focused down onto his arm, her fingers tensing as she pulled what seemed to be rising steam from his air when it was simply still lingering warmth that pulsed underneath his skin. Her eyes flickered red slightly, more of a shine of light as the sun passed through snow covered branches of trees, and Col closed her hand around the wisps of heat before settling back to sit on her feet. Trying to avoid looking at his face unless she run the risk at staring to long Col’s fingers started to ring over themselves nervously before she let out a sigh and finally met his gaze with a bright smile that had hardly seen use in years. “We should patch you up. Come on. I don’t live that far from here,” she chimed as she rose to her feet, her palms brushing away the snow that clung to her body before looking down at him expectantly.

[notthecolyouknow]

From Fire and Darkness || AU

Col, admittedly, couldn’t remember what day it was anymore now that she had spent so many of them away from what was deemed to be society. She couldn’t remember who had cast the first stone, whether it was it that had shunned her or if she had been the one to internalize the outcast that had been blossoming in her chest for years. Of course know could pinpoint why she had suddenly changed from a normal teenager into a reclusive, edgy and violent young adult but Col knew, she knew all too well what had caused it, but it was made worse by the fact that she couldn’t breathe a word of it to anyone.

It had started around the same time her parents started to cite a shift in her moods, the sudden realization that she was more than what she appeared to be, what anyone was supposed to be, making a menace start to claw at the inside of her chest that she couldn’t quell. Col had tried to hide it, tried to ignore it outright and live life the way she thought it was supposed to be, but the longer it was left to flourish the more angry it became over her denial. It had all snapped one day, or perhaps she did, with a flurry of angry flames that scorched what was around her while leaving her unharmed, like a jettison that laid waste to the normalcy she had tried to pile high like a wall.

Col left shortly after that, years ago from what she could remember, and made a home out in the woods for herself where she couldn’t hurt people the way she did that day. More than the loneliness she felt from her own forced seclusion was the one she felt in her chest, the fact that her curse was a singular one in humanity making a dark weight change places with her heart, a dark orb that lusted for fire hungrily. In the safety of the woods she had begun to practice her powers, learning to manipulate and control them so that they weren’t the once making her body a bitter vessel for such carnage, but Col quickly realized that it was in the constant practice of it that she could find a moment of blissful peace.

Standing outside now with the soft blanket of winter snow beneath her feet Col walked away from her small cottage towards a clearing she had made a year ago. She had only returned a few times since she had left for food and supplies, her wardrobe consisting of nothing but tattered and worn jeans, a mixture of shirts and the leather jacket she so loved, but her appearance had changed considerably. Col had always been lean in her own right, amber eyes that only seemed to shine brighter with the fire in her chest contrasting starkly with dark hair that freely flowed through the somber winter wind.

Once she had reached the clearing she shouldered out of her jacket, throwing it away on the snow as she forced warmth through her body to combat the elements as she walked towards the center. With her head canting to the side slowly she took in several deep and ominous breathes, her fingers toying through the air lightly at her sides before they were quickly engulfed with flames that made her heart skip a beat. Molding her hands around it like a sculpture she created an orb, fire no longer licking away at the edges as she stared down at it with brilliant crimson eyes before she thrust it away from her and created a small circle of flames around her body.

Col let out a sigh of relief, her hands nearly pulling the flames to hug her skin without igniting along her clothes, the subtle licks of flames making her hair dance around her face as she let her eyes fall to a close, peacefully.

[pearceinalterland-blog]

42nd Street || Pearl

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Col was purposefully dragging out his torture, and it didn’t take much to accomplish that task. From the sex on his desk to Col’s hand on his cock during the motorbike ride, Pearce was teetering dangerously close to an orgasm that he knew would come too quickly if he didn’t back off. But as Col continuously played the game of hot and cold, Pearce knew that she had it covered – alternating between letting his cock slip inside her and pulling off with a wicked grin, Pearce’s fists bunched in the sheets of his bed, trying desperately to maintain his sense of self control.

Col rose off his cock and let her hand fall to the length, using the head to run the expanse of her folds, working over her swollen clit. Her head rested against his shoulder, and Pearce let his hands fall to the small of her back, not demanding despite the chaos of emotions and needs inside him. Her lips moved to claim him, tongue diving in and possessing him completely, leaving Pearce with no doubt as to who was in control of this situation. He’d had his turn: now Col would undoubtedly exact her revenge on the man.

Pearce was beginning to feel physical pain when Col’s hips rose over his own and coated his length with her fluids. His eyes – glued to the sight of her slicking him up – were wide, paralysed at the sight and the accompanying feel of Col’s ministrations to his cock. Pearce’s entire body felt riddled with the pain of keeping himself bound together, squashing his urges under layers of self discipline honed over years from lack of sex. Her hand found the fresh mark of possession on his neck, fingers tracing the wound lovingly, as though it were her name scrawled across his skin, and Pearce was reminded that this thing between them – already this intense after two days – was just the beginning.

When Col’s eyes found his, Pearce knew that he was in trouble. With painstakingly slow movements and complete control over every second of them, Col lowered herself down onto Pearce’s cock, and it took every ounce of willpower and restraint in his body not to cum then and there from the feeling of her tight core closing around him. The sound of Col’s own whimpers were confirmation enough that Pearce wasn’t the only one speeding toward an orgasm that had been two days in the making.

“I’ll- I’ll give you whatever you want,” he breathed, feeling panicked and desperate, looking from Col’s eyes to her hips and down to the place where his cock was currently hiding from view, sunk deep inside her core. “Please- please, tell me what you want, anything- anything you want.”

He waited for Col’s words, and as she asked for him to make her cum, Pearce understood that he could do that: he could fuck her hard and fast until she was screaming his name. Just as he raised his hands to make this a reality, though, Col’s own grabbed his, stopping him from touching her further. Pearce’s confusion was eased when she clarified her request, and the sound of her demand mingled with a threat that promised no happy ending for him made him shiver.

This dominant Col – the one who was now in control of his own pleasure – was serious about her words, that much was apparent. She fully expected Pearce to make her cum and not to receive his own until she was satisfied, and even then… The thought of denying his orgasm for an unknown amount of time made him want to explode with frustration, but he knew that if he could do this – if he could make Col feel good – then she’d make it worth his while.

“I want to make you feel good,” he said, letting his hands fall to her hips, starting a slow roll with his own, feeling the slick glide of his cock in and out of her core, taking it slow. Even if he could feel his own orgasm floating on the brink, Pearce refused to acknowledge it, dedicating himself to Col’s pleasure only. “Let me fuck you – let me fuck you until you cum so hard that you don’t even remember your own name.” Pearce continued rolling his hips up to meet hers, gripping her hips tightly, holding her in place to simply receiving the attention of his cock. “I want to make you feel good – I need to make you feel good.”

Deciding that if Col’s request came without restrictions, Pearce would do everything in his power to make her cum the hardest she’d ever cum in her life – he would pull out all the stops, use every trick that he’d been made privy to – until she was thanking him and returning the favour. He didn’t have any expectations for the latter, though; if all he could do for her was to give her an amazing orgasm, he could easily finish himself off in the shower later.

Rolling them over, Pearce pushed Col down beneath him, using movements that were measured but not demanding, wanting her to understand that she was still very much in control of this situation, and that each action he took was under her command. Using his hands, Pearce pushed her thighs open wider, giving him undiluted access to her core, and with his own muscles burning, her set up a fast rhythm, thrusting into Col with an intensity that made his back slick with sweat from the effort.

Pearce let his mouth wander over the exposed stretch of her neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh, biting where he could and wishing to draw blood. He moved along her collarbone, moving a hand to cup her breast as he did so, fingers playing with the hard nipple. His own pleasure was spiking in his pelvis, the kind of pooling warmth that signalled an impending orgasm, and Pearce used his free hand to squeeze his cock at the base, his eyes screwed shut tightly, wishing it away.

“Jesus fuck,” he cursed in frustration as the warmth ebbed backward, retreating into the chaos of his lust-filled stomach and he felt like he could breathe again. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he whispered against the place where his lips had found her neck, biting onto it again and feeling her arch into the touch. “You’re so beautiful,” he continued, voice a dark murmur as his lips fell down her chest, across her breasts and claiming one of her nipples in his teeth. He bit the soft flesh, hearing Col whimper and releasing it, all the while letting his cock pump in and out of her ruthlessly.

“I’m yours,” he pleaded, “let me make you feel good – let me make you cum.” His hand fell to her neck, fingers pressing against the mark that he’d laid there earlier. Under the skin he could feel her pulse beating wildly, and Pearce could sympathise – his own was thumping out of time to a maddening beat as his body worked to desperately give Col what she wanted; or perhaps it was what she needed.

[notthecolyouknow]

Pearce’s submission was coming out in thick waves that coated her skin and left her a trembling mess despite the façade she tried so hard to keep together. The man beneath her drove her to insanity after a week of knowing him and Col quickly surmised that she had become addicted to every facet of his being. The way his touch would lay explorations along her skin, the way his mouth seemed to claim hers in the most primal way and just how well his cock seemed to fill her and send her into tremors of lust were all things Col knew she couldn’t live without. 

Every muscle of her body burned brightly as spikes of both pleasure and burning pain cascaded through her body and threatened her resolve. Looking down at his Pearce painted the perfect picture of everything she wanted to find a man reduced to in her presence. His eyes were skewed shut as if looking up at her would send him to orgasm from the simple sight of her impaling herself onto his eager cock. Chests were heaving in time so violently Col wondered how they managed to stay alive let alone withhold their twin releases that would only become more satisfying through time. Pearce’s hair was a dishevelled mess that had parted through the ministrations of her fingers pulling and demanding his body to move in her way and every time he succumbed to her Col could feel her own need for the man grow to levels she hadn’t experienced before.

Col loved to play a good game and it had started with him roughly taking her on his desk and it would end with his whimpers and pleas dying on his lips before she gave him what he needed. Moving her hips over his length slowly Col tilted her head back and every stroke of his cock against her muscles made a heated moan leave her lips that made his hips jerk upwards in response. The small contact of hips meeting hips in the basic need for release made something possessive flare inside her that Col tried to push away. Releasing far too late that it was an impossible task her hands found his chest and her fingers arched to allow her nails to scrape down and trace every grooved muscle that lay on display before her.

When her words finally cut through the lust filled haze that was his mind Pearce appeared to turn frantic, his hips falling her to her hips lightly to apply pressure to every downward stroke of her core around his cock. The added friction –the kind that would undoubtedly bring about her end- made Col breath harshly through her teeth as painful pleasure sent her muscles quivering around his length; the words he spoke only managed to push her off the edge faster, if that as at all possible.

“Fuck. Pearce-, you feel so fucking good,” Col stammered out as the rise and fall of her hips became more focused and driven towards her own release. Looking down at him she could see the torture she was subjecting his body to and the feeling of his cock twitching inside of her told Col that with one word he could have easily cum with her but this was her game and she wasn’t about to quit playing it. “Yes-, God yes make me feel good. I need you, Pearce,” she managed to say before he tentatively switched their position so that her back met the bed softly as if in question to how far he was allowed to take the command.

With his cock pumping in and out of her wet folds Col’s hands bunched around the bed sheets as her hips rose up to meet his thrust, the thick slaps of skin finding skin adding a symphony to his struggles. “Pearce,” she moaned out as his teeth started to lay beautiful bites along her skin that made the flesh hot and ready for more. “It’s yours. I’m yours. You-, fuck you make me feel-, make me cum, Pearce,” Col demanded finally as his hips jumpstarted and fucked her with abandon. The pace was relentless and with every determined stroke she felt her resolve waning and with her legs moving up to wrap around his waist Col forgot the game completely and let Pearce give her what she needed from him. Clinging to him for what seemed to her to be dear life Col felt her muscles shiver and a focused jolt shoot up her spine and her eyes burst open to peer deeply into his before she skewed them shut as –what was her best orgasm to date- rip through her body. “Pearcepearcepearce,” she said desperately as her fingernails dug into his back to anchor him to her as blinding light shone behind her eyes that moved through her body and turned her rigged against the pleasure that pumped through her erratically beating heart.

Col felt him slow and looked back up at him, her hand reaching up to traced the line of his jaw as her hips rose to meet his at a quicker pace than he had settled it. Moving back up his face Col’s fingers wrapped around his neck to pull him down to her, his chest colliding roughly with hers as her lips hungrily sought his while her hips still fucked him with a speed that was quickly increasing. “Cum for me, Pearce. You’ve earned it and now I want you to scream my name,” she murmured against his lips as her hips moved wanton circles around his cock. Moving her tongue along his lips she fought for entry before they started on a battle, a race for twin releases that Col was more than willing to give him. 

[pearceinalterland-blog]

42nd Street || Pearl

[pearceinalterland-blog]

Col’s words, the ones she’d whispered to him as they had driven through the streets of New York while her hand had stroked his cock, were stuck in his head. They were playing on loop every second that he and Col weren’t touching or kissing to using their hands to explore each other’s bodies. Just imagine how wet and tight I am, and Pearce’s mind was done: all he could think about were those exact sensations, and the way her core accepted him completely, as though he were some missing piece from her body.

After the door to his apartment was slammed shut, probably waking everyone up on the floor, Pearce carried Col into his bedroom, her legs wrapped around his waist while their mouths attacked each other, tongues fighting for dominance and teeth needing to find softer ground on bottom lips. The desperation that flooded every movement was not born of the same kind that had possessed them earlier in his office; that had been pure and simple tension manifesting as lust. What Pearce felt as he collapsed with Col onto the bed was simply lust, born out of becoming closer to another person. It was intimate in more ways than just physically.

When Col rolled them so that she was straddling him in a perfect image of their last position at the office, Pearce got the distinct impression that this was going to be different. Perhaps no two times with Col would be identical, and that made him shiver as Col stripped off his suit jacket from her shoulders, as well as her bra. His hands itched to move and touch the exposed flesh, but he instead let her work her panties down off her hips, returning to his body only when she was completely naked. The bare heat of her skin burned him through his clothes, and he longed to be back inside of her in some form, whether that was through his tongue, his fingers or his cock.

Col quickly shed him of his own clothing, her mouth moving to follow the places her hands explored. She nipped at his flesh, making him groan at the feeling of her sinking ever lower to the spot where he needed her the most. When her hands worked his pants down and his cock was freed, he didn’t have time to ponder Col’s words again before her mouth was wrapped around the head of his length, cheeks hollowing out as she swallowed him down.

The feeling of her mouth – wet, tight, the feeling of her tongue tracing along the shaft and teasing the head – was enough to make his hips jerk, but Col’s eyes never left his. She slid her mouth along his cock for a few precious minutes, and his hand came to fist in her hair desperately, attempting to direct her pace to one that would get him off faster. But Col pulled back and moved, climbing on top of his body to rest her hips against his straining cock, and his eyes were glued to the sight of them almost touching.

At her words, Pearce relinquished his gaze and looked up at her, feeling his cock harden and twitch at the words she was spilling forth, and he jumped to answer her. “I-I want to feel you so bad,” he said, eyes flicking down to where Col’s hips were dictating her core to run along the length of his cock, making it wet with her fluids. “I want to fuck you so bad – god, you’d be so tight, and, fuck, Col-” His thoughts were disconnected and disjointed, and the more questions that Col asked him, the more confused and aroused he got, needing the feeling of her core more than he’d ever needed something before.  “Please please, let me feel how wet your pussy is, please- I’ll, I’ll do anything,” his words trailed off into a whimper as she let her hips dip enough for just the head of his cock to slip inside, and it set Pearce’s entire existence alight.

“Ohfuck,” he breathed, the words coming out a sigh more than an exclamation at the feeling of being even just slightly inside of her. “Pleaseplease,” he said, his hands moving up her smooth thighs to rest on her hips. “God, please, I need you, Col.”

Pearce’s gaze moved from the place where they were barely touching to her eyes, which were looking down at him in interest, as though commanding more from him, and he didn’t know what else he could give. His entire existence in the last two days had been about proving himself to Col: proving he could save the day, provide for her, be there when things got rough. But now, with his soul hanging by a thread and currently riding on the feeling of Col’s core sinking over his cock, he wondered what he else he could give to this woman. He realised that all he left about his person were his words and truth that they could carry.

“Please fuck me,” he intoned, meaning every syllable that left his lips as his hands ran over her hips, soothing her skin and hoping she would warm up to the idea of giving in to him, because the sheer need inside of him was straining his cock ever deeper inside of her, and it wasn’t nearly enough. “You’re tight, I know you are, please- please let me have it… please let me have you.”

There were tense moments as Pearce waited to hear Col’s acceptance of his pleas, and her answer came when she allowed herself to sink further on his cock, but not all the way. That fact didn’t matter as he found that more of himself was buried deeper still in Col; the tight, wet heat of her core clinging to him on every inch that rested inside of her, and Pearce knew that if didn’t get to be completely within her soon, he would go mad.

He looked up at her again, silently pleading, but she did not relent.

“I’ll give you anything you want; anything,” he began, words rushed and breathless as he could feel the muscles inside Col closing around his cock. “Just pleasepleaseplease, Col, baby, fuck.” Her hips rolled over the length that she had already claimed, and his hands gripped her hips tightly, allowing her to move but also holding onto her for support. “Fuck it’s too much, no, wait, it isn’t too much, please, I need more, please.”

His manners had never been so present as the word ‘please’ rolled off his tongue just as quickly as the word ‘fuck’, and he waited and pleaded for Col to show him mercy and fuck him already.

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Col already knew that she wanted Pearce; she had known it when she had first laid eyes on him but she didn’t expect the fact that after having him she would want more, everything and anything over and over until they were both pushed towards the brink of insanity and exhaustion. Everything about him had become an addiction of her and just like any other addict the only way to quell the raw need to that powered through her body and dictated its movement was to have him consume her. With each plea and broken promise, every lust filled glance and jerk of his hips Col could feel herself come undone above him and it took all of her strength not to impale herself roughly onto his eager cock and take what she wanted from him.

Leaning forward into him her nails ran a lazy path up his sides, a fire burning behind her eyes as she heard the groans and felt the small thrusts of Pearce’s hips as he tried to find some sort of relief but Col was relentless in her torture. At the same time that her fingers dug into the underside of her shoulders her hips roughly feel onto his cock, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through Pearce that left her name dying on his lips as he bucked against her to urge her on. Col’s mouth latched onto his neck, her tongue flitting along the manic pulse that throbbed against her lips before her teeth found the point as she started to lay her own mark along his skin.

Using her hold of his body as an anchor Col slowly started to ride Pearce’s length, long and steady strokes that both killed her and brought her to life with every brush of his head against her ready core. Every facet of her existence had now become based upon the feelings that he was giving her, both physical and otherwise, and it made Col tear into his skin with all the need she felt when Pearce was inside of her. With his cock throbbing and aching with every perfectly timed rise and fall of her hips Col knew she wasn’t going to last long. If their first exploration of their bodies was anything to go off of perhaps his torture wasn’t worth prolonging the pleasure they would both feel but Col, being ever the stubborn sort, wasn’t about to let him have it without working for it.

Moving her lips away from his neck she captured his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled the flesh lightly, her hands coasting farther down his arms before small fingers curled around his fore arm with a soft moan. Col revelled in the feeling of his cock stretching her out with every thrust, find purpose in the way her core clung to the size of him and whimpered every time she shifted her hips so his length found the bundles of nerves that eagerly awaited Pearce’s touch. “Babe,” she murmured into his mouth as her lips coyly danced over his, giving him the connection he needed but leaving out the ferocity that they both craved. “You said you’d give me anything you wanted, right? I think I’ve decided what that is.”

Rising up off his cock Col could feel the groan of pain that came from the loss of her heat and her own whimper fell to marry with the sound as her core throbbed, as if it was begging for Pearce to fill her again. Brushing his cock between her fold Col let her head lazily fall against his shoulder, his head brushing along her moistened clit making her whole body shiver against his as her own need mounted to a point where it would no longer be denied. Turning her head to let her lips fall onto his again she attacked the taste of him with her tongue, her mouth moving fast along his to claim what was hers and make him burn for her in a way that perfectly mimicked the way she craved him.

With a final throaty growl she rose up and away from him, her hips still gliding over his cock to moisten his length but all the while watching his pained expressions with a macabre sense of glee. Col’s eyes immediately turned to the mark on his neck and her hand moved there quickly, the pads of her fingers gently tracing the growing wound and a smile crept to her lips over just how possessive she was over him; after only two days of knowing him and one mind blowing fuck Col couldn’t stand the thought of someone else touching him or for someone’s else’s name to leave his lips as his mind shut down around an orgasm.

Shifting her hips quickly she positioned the head of his cock against her entrance and, never letting her eyes fall from his own, slowly impaled herself onto him again for a final time. Col didn’t move but simply revelled in the feeling of having his erection stretch her muscles, the subtle throbbings of his length that he couldn’t control making her whimper as her eyes fluttered to a close. “I want you to make me cum,” she said in a half whisper, her hand quickly moving to stop the ones that gripped her waist at the sound of her request. “Make me cum, Pearce. If it’s good enough then I’ll let you join me for the next one.” Col’s eyes betrayed no humour or glimmer to suggest that she was joking, her hands slowly letting go of his own as she let his fingers dig into her hips and for Pearce to set the pace to would bring her towards, yet another, mind blowing orgasm.

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42nd Street || Pearl

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The pizza was now forgotten in the haze of growing lust as Col straddled him on his desk, her hips moving in wanton circles that were creating a kind of friction that made Pearce’s cock twitch back to life in his pants. This wasn’t ideal – not a second time in such a short amount of time – but it would do, he decided. His dick was the one now controlling his body and thoughts, and everything he had was gearing toward achieving a second orgasm. Col’s hips circled and pressed down against his own, and his clothed cock jerked up to meet her core desperately, feeling the heat trapped there, waiting to be released.

Col spoke as her core traced the length of his hard cock, running up and down, and Pearce groaned, letting his head fall back onto the wood with a thunk! When Col’s hands found his chest, he gave her his undivided attention, listening to her as she gave him a promise to finish their barely-started sex from the other night, and that offer alone almost set Pearce running for the parking garage. The memory of that failed night still bothered Pearce – he’d literally been inside of her, and yet not nearly for long enough.

But continued her teasing, both verbally and physically, her hips made dizzying loops over his groin. As her core brushed the head of cock and it found the clothed nub of her clit, she gasped, cutting herself off mid-sentence for a moment, as her hips ground down again to relieve some of the pressure that had pooled there. She promised to let him ask her all the questions he wanted about her tattoos, a thought that made Pearce’s mouth run dry and his cock harden further still. There was something mysterious, almost dangerous, about tattoos to Pearce; he’d never liked an idea or a quote or a picture long enough to be sure that he wanted to mark his own body with it, but he was a big fan of other people’s.

He didn’t have time to give his whole-hearted consent to this proposal before Col’s chest was against his own while her lips found his, most of their previous gentle exploration gone as she moved them into a frenzied pace that made Pearce feel like no time could be wasted: they had to get to his apartment as quick as possible. It feet like life and death, especially when her hips ground down against his cock one more time before she climbed off him, grabbing her dress and purse and announcing that they should go.

Pearce watched her movements with lust-glazed eyes that focused on her legs and hips and the disappearing swell of her breasts that he longed to be reacquainted with. But the idea of Col stepping out into the world in just her red lace underwear set and his suit jacket set fire to his brain in ways that he couldn’t completely understand: what if someone saw her? What would the leather of his bike seat feel like against her skin? No matter the consequences, Pearce still liked the idea of Col wearing as little clothing as possible out into the world, as though proudly displaying to anyone with a careful eye that they’d fucked. The marks on her pale skin stood out like bruises or the tattoos that she hid, only furthering Pearce’s claim on the woman who he couldn’t seem to let go of.

Throwing on his own leather jacket and grabbing is messenger bag, Pearce took Col’s hand as she led them to the elevator. He bounced in anxiety over the wait, seeking reassurances in Col’s eyes that the events she had promised for that night would actually be fulfilled, because the cock in his pants was not softening. They basically tumbled into the elevator when the doors opened before collapsing against the wall, Col pressing against him desperately while her lips hungrily sought his own. Pearce ended up with Col’s legs wrapped around his waist, his back against the wall while her hips moved down to meet his quickly.

It was teenage dry humping at its finest, and Pearce didn’t give a damn. His hands found Col’ hips, pressing them down harder against his cock, need more friction or needing to be inside of Col – either was good, though the latter was preferable. When the elevator seemed to track forever, Pearce couldn’t stop the hand that found its way to the moistened heat of her panties, two fingers slipping around the material to tease her core and the clit that lived there.

Col’s thighs tightened around his hips as she gasped at the feeling of a more tangible release, and Pearce’s head dipped around her mouth, biting at the mark on her neck desperately, needing more and simultaneously knowing it was out of reach. His fingers explored her for a few moments, giving her clit a few fast strokes that pulled his name from her mouth before there was an amused ding! and the elevator doors opened, revealing a now-empty garage. Pearce’s lips kissed the mark he’d just further damaged on Col’s skin before pulling fingers from her core, setting her down on the ground.

“The sooner we get to my apartment, the sooner we can continue,” he said, half to himself and half to a pouty-looking Col. “God,” Pearce remarked, looking down as they walked and see mostly just bare legs and skin everywhere, and his hand found itself on her hip again, just requiring some small semblance of contact on the short walk to his bike.

They assumed their previous position of Pearce on first, and then Col climbing on behind him and clutching at his shirt before he kicked the bike into life; revving it several times and hearing the sound fill the cavernous parking garage. Just as Pearce pulled out onto the street and the cold, night time New York air slapped him in the face, he felt Col’s hands shift from clutching his jacket to slipping around to rest on his belt. His attention was focused on the road 110%: he would never risk looking away from the traffic to indulge Col, but at the feeling of her hands quickly working his belt and zipper, he almost swerved dangerously.

“Col, baby, I don’t know-” The protest died on his lips when her small hand slipped inside his pants and briefs to grip his hard cock, making him throb in her cool palm. “Holy fuck,” he cursed, swearing at both the feeling at the need to keep driving. In their restricted position, Col’s chin came to rest on his shoulder while her hand lazily jerked him as they drove through the deserted streets with nothing but the roar of the motorbike for a soundtrack.

Pearce’s legs were shaking when he finally pulled into the garage as his apartment. He’d been trying to contain himself as he drove, meaning he’d been suppressing an orgasm that he felt was labelled with Col’s name. Pearce parked and felt Col give his cock one final up-and-down before she withdrew, jumping off the bike quickly and waiting for Pearce.

“That was unfair,” he said as they all but ran to the elevators, Col’s heels clicking against the cement floor. “You took advantage of me.” They reached the elevator, and this one was timelier as they slipped inside, and this time Pearce was the one pressing Col against the wall. “And I loved every fucking minute o fit,” he concluded, pressing himself against Col so that she could feel every inch of her assault on his cock as he’d driven. “Time to put it to good use.”

He didn’t have time to kiss Col any more than just briefly before the doors opened and he was dragging her – willingly – down the hall and to his apartment, which he knew for a fact was a mess but didn’t care. He fumbled for his key, thrust it in the lock and turned, kicking open his door with one foot while he used his hands to lift Col up off the ground and settle back against his hips, her legs now become a permanent fixture around his waist. With the door closed and the night ahead of them, Pearce claimed Col’s lips in anticipation for more.

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If there had have been a God then the elevator would have stopped mid track, trapping them in that confined space for hours which would have given them both a chance to fuck each other there before giving it another go back at his apartment. It seemed that the illustrious ‘He’ wasn’t so kind and the elevator continued its decent while Pearce and her desperately rocked against each other to try and maintain and sate the powering ache in them both. Col didn’t think she could ever get over how hard he could be or how his impressive cock could stretch her out to the point of madness; each thought, and the thoughts of how much she needed to feel him fill her again, pushing her hips against his harder as she toyed with their bodies cruelly.

Somewhere in the mesh of tongues and needy limbs Pearce had wrapped one arm to support her weight, adding to the pleasure of  their hips colliding as he forced Col’s hips against his harder as one hand worked between them to dip past the waistband of her panties. “Fuck yes,” she moaned as she tilted her head back against the feel of his fingers exploring her warmth, trembling over how he smoothed her wet arousal over her clit in contrast to the rough pads of his fingers. Pearce had the painfully delicious power of throwing Col in a lust filled haze at the snap of his fingers or, in this case, the plunging of them knuckles deep inside of her warmth. Quivering against his hand she wrapped her thighs around his waist tighter to rise up and impale herself deeper onto his probing fingers, her moans and pleas for more being smothered as his lips hungrily sought hers to complete their connection.

“ohohpearce,” she muttered out as she felt him driving towards a properly improper orgasm inside of an elevator, her nerves only bunching as the muscles around his fingers did when his lips found his previous mark to add colour to the wound once again. Another sign that God was cruel was brought on by the untimely chime of the elevator and the loud shutter of the doors opening to reveal the cold parking garage. “That better be a promise, babe,” she said with a shaking breath as her love reddened bottom lip jutted out in a pout bred from her denied orgasm. Wasting no time Col quickly exited the elevator, throwing a wink over her shoulder when she heard Pearce curse; whether it was concerning their predicament or the sight of her long legs barely concealed by his jacket she didn’t care.

Col waited impatiently for Pearce to straddle the bike before she followed suit, her body perfectly molding against his back before he roughly kicked the bike to life and they roared out of the parking garage. The hum of the bike between her legs did nothing but darken her thoughts, images of them in a lust filled tangle of limbs on his bed making her smooth her exposed heat against the cold leather of the bike as her hands slowly travelled down his waist to land on his belt. Making quick work of his belt and zipper Col dipped her hands beneath the waistband of his brief, a moan escaping her mouth that caressed his ear as his hardened length fell into her palm invitingly. “That’s the beauty of it, you don’t have to think,” Col purred against his ear, her mouth gliding over the crooks of his ears before capturing the lobe between her teeth roughly. She curled her fingers around his cock and started to move her hand up and down his length at a torturously slow pace that only quickened as his breathes did, her tongue jutting out to heal the dull pain that her teeth left behind in an act of half-hearted penance.

“Just imagine that instead of my hand you’re fucking me. Slowly at first until you can’t handle it, you can’t stop your cock from driving into me deeper and faster. Just imagine how wet and tight I am, how good it will feel to be inside of me again.” Col knew that perhaps she was putting their lives in danger but as she quickened her pace against his erection with every spoken word the way his cock leapt in response was enough for her to return the sense of burning pleasure that he had given her in the elevator. The bike ride was far too short in her opinion for her to properly drive him to insanity but much too long in the way that Col needed him to fill her all that much more. With a few more lasting strokes around his length as he parked the bike they both leapt off and made for the elevator in a very obvious trot.

When the doors closed Pearce was against her, her back against the wall with his cock pushed proudly against her sex and with every word of promise he spoke Col was becoming a mess. Another chime rang and she was being led by the hand towards his door, her feet bouncing with sexual energy as he roughly booted the door open and picked her up to pull her body against his. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and after another hearty kick to the door, that Col was sure might have broken it, carried her into his bedroom before collapsing on top of her onto the bed. She quickly went to work underneath him, needing to gain the advantage this time and changed their positions so that she was once again straddling his hips with his half revealed cock pressing against her. Col hastily undid the buttons of his jacket, throwing it away onto the floor before pulling her hands back to unclip her bra so it too could join the pile of quickly shed clothing.

She locked eyes with him as her thumbs hooked onto the waist band of her panties, her hips gliding over his as she slowly pulled it down and away from her throbbing core before moving away from him to shed them from her body completely. Col was now completed naked while Pearce was still fully clothed, his eyes cruising over her body hungrily as she moved to straddle him again. Leaning forward she grabbed onto the shirt before lifting it over his head to join the others, her hands running along the muscled grooves of his chest in a journey to find the waistband of his pants. Col let her lips run a course that her fingers soon followed, a mix of teeth and tongue nipping and licking his skin to leave a hot trail down his torso. Looking up at him she finally slide his pants away from his cock, her eyes widening in anticipation as it eagerly leapt out of his pants to present itself to her. With a coy look and a lick of her lips Col lowered her mouth around his length to take the head between her lips, her cheeks collapsing around his cock as she sucked on him while her tongue travelled in circles around his girth.

“Tell me Pearce,” she said in a confident voice as she removed her hold on his cock to move back on top of him. “How badly do you want to feel how tight I am?” Col could see the look of desperation in his eyes and only half listened to his reply, instead watching his gaze lower to where her wet sex hovered just over his cock, just over where he needed to be the most. “Do you want to know how wet I am for you?” she asked rhetorically, a wicked grin falling onto her lips as her breathed out a hasty reply. Shifting her hips over his cock Col sank her hips down in the slightest, the head of his length just brushing between her folds to coat itself in her fluids but not enough where he would be sated; that wasn’t going to happen for a long time coming.

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42nd Street || Pearl

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Pearce wasn’t sure what he was looking for from Col in terms of words and reassurance, but whatever she said always made him feel comforted. It soothed some anxious, needy part of his soul that was terrified that, at any moment, she’d take flight and leave his world. His world, the one that he felt locked in, was not hospitable to strangers – every path was lined with thorns and bullets rained from the skies, and if Pearce could, he’d give Col the abort sign before she’d come too far to turn back. But the more they talked and vocalised their feelings, he realised that maybe it was too late for her to turn back; perhaps after he’d ran after her on that first day, he’d doomed them both.

She was only just learning to be a secretary, something that did surprise Pearce, but not a fact that he felt repelled by. He stood by his statement that if she could do the job, then the job would remain hers. Pearce had to keep reminding himself this and removing his feelings for her – because the moment she became incapable of doing her job, he would have to let her go, that much was simple, no matter what he felt. And that unsettled him, because Pearce didn’t like the fragility of her presence, so that one day she could be there and the next she wasn’t.

As if sensing his unease and moving to shield herself, Col dropped her pizza back to the box and jumped off the table, stooping to pick up her dress from the ground. He watched her long legs moving beneath his suit jacket and thought about nothing but her: her simple company that fell along side his own perfectly. She buttoned up the jacket before replacing herself on the wood beside him, closer now, and he got the feeling that she was cold, so his arm came around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.

When Col continued to speak, it was with a tone of self-deprecation that Pearce didn’t like at all. The way she saw herself was completely wrong: she was more than just a woman with a penchant for comic books; she was beautiful and talented and strange but in a good way, and she was humorous where Pearce wasn’t, and always impulsive, where he hung back. She was the opposite of everything he was, in essence, but that only served to make him like her all the more.

“I think you’re great just the way you are,” his said, looking down at where her head was resting against his chest, “and if someone doesn’t think you’re the ‘right fit’ in your current condition, then they musn’t be the right fit for you either.”

Was he trying to tell her that he thought himself to be the right one for her? Pearce didn’t have a high opinion of himself, despite what game face he presented around the office. He’d never considered himself right or good or deserving of anyone, and he certainly didn’t think that now that he’d found Col, but maybe she wanted him anyway. When Col slipped off the desk and stood between his legs, he tried valiantly not to think about what was connecting and what had been connected, and instead let his hands rest casually on her hips.

Col grabbed a piece of the pizza that had been silently deemed ‘hers’ and held it between them, like some kind of bargaining chip before her lips came against his own, soft and sweet and gentle, and precisely the kind of kiss that Pearce wanted to live in forever. He could feel his body coming alive again with the need to hold the woman, and he tightened his arms around her waist. When they broke apart, Pearce let his mouth scatter a few nostalgic kisses down her neck, ending at the purpling mark he’d made, pressing his lips to it once before pulling back into his own space.

At Col’s suggestion of eating the pizza to prove that he wanted to be her exception and vice versa, Pearce realised that he was about to quite literally eat his own words. He wanted to be her exception – he wanted to try her world, and if that meant starting with a pizza topped with the lot, then he’d do it. He could do it, right? Pearce’s eyes darted to the safe and tried-and-tested cheese pizza currently sitting abandoned, and he felt slightly guilty for not eating it while he was contemplating eating another flavour. But Col was looking at him expectantly, and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

Letting out a small sigh, Pearce took a bite out of the proffered pizza, deciding to just rip the band-aid off quickly. His mouth exploded with a million tastes at once – the onion and pepperoni and the bitter taste of the olives and then the cheese underneath it all, and Pearce wasn’t sure he could ever come back from chewing it, but he swallowed it and waited for his stomach to rebel. When nothing happened, he looked at Col poised between his legs, and he gave her a grin. Realistically, Pearce knew that it was just a piece of pizza and not the end of the world, but it felt monumental: he couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t eaten just a simple cheese pizza.

“Have I proved myself worthy, Miss. Potts?” he asked sarcastically, running his hands over her hips and across her back, dipping underneath the material of his suit jacket to find her bare skin. It was warm and comforting and just what Pearce needed to stay grounded amongst the flurry of emotions that seemed intent on crawling their way out of his chest. The pizza still hung in Col’s hand, and she took a bite of it herself before putting it back down in the box, and when she turned back to Pearce, he watched her chew, her nose screwing up slightly as she did so, which brought a smile to his face.

When she was finished, Pearce leant forward and kissed her again, unable to help himself. The contact and constant desire to by physically close with Col was overwhelming, and it was an urge that had only been intensified over the last hour after sex. He’d had the feeling of her physically connecting with him in a way that was more than intimate, and now he wanted more. Pearce lifted Col up – never breaking the kiss – and brought her onto his lap, so that her knees were on either side of his hips. He leant back, lying on the papers and staplers and pens and not giving a damn, and watched her above him, her bottom lip between her teeth and eyes wide.

Pearce’s hands slide up her thighs, and he only really realised what he was doing when his hands came up to pop the buttons of the jacket she wore, opening it back up for him to see the red bra that contrasted so beautifully against her skin. Her tattoos drew his eye – as always – and his hand travelled to them, wondering silently where she’d gotten them and what they meant to her. Pearce needed to stop this before the desk became a mess again and they both ended up repeat events from not an hour before, but Col was tempting in a way that no drug or power trip could ever be, and his hands continued to roam over the expanses of her skin in wonder.

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Col could almost feel his anxiety roll off his body and blanket over her own, her hand holding out the pizza expectantly as she raised her brows to urge him forward. She couldn’t help the smile that reached her lips as he glared down at it like she had somehow managed to poison the calorie filled triangle, his face scrunching together as he mentally compiled a list of pros and cons concerning the consumption of said food. “Come on,” she purred as she pressed her hips against his more forcefully. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right?” Perhaps stretching the importance of the pizza in this case was a bit farfetched but Col thought that if he could try something new, even if it was as seemingly unimportant as food, then there could be room for her in his perfectly structured life after all. As he postured and battled with his own wills her mind went back to the reassurance he had offered her in exchange for her omission and it brought on another combat of emotions for her to try and sort through. It would have been easy if filing through her feelings for Pearce was more like cataloguing papers for him, where everything had its own designated place and purpose but it was the complete opposite. Much like the way the items on his desk had been carelessly pushed aside, so too were her emotions during the delicious and extraordinarily satisfying moments they had spent having sex on his desk. It would have been near impossible for Col to put them back in their place even with his help so she resigned to the hopeless chaos that was her logic and rationality only made sweet by the raw need and pure emotion  she found in his company.

Col smiled at him enthusiastically as he appeared to give up and give into her. It went more than he would know and more than it should have that Pearce was willing to indulge her and she gingerly offered a corner piece and watched as he took a precarious bite from it. Her eyes almost went on a full trip to the back of her skull as she watched him falter and hold his breath as if he was awaiting the death that was sure to afflict him at any moment. After several moments of his façade Pearce finally looked up at her with a grin and she could feel her heart strings start to twang at the sight of his smile, not to mention the sense of pride and accomplishment that glistened behind his blue eyes. Col held his gaze as his hands began to mold her skin, fluttering over her skin before dipping past his jacket to hold her hip with one arm. There was a subtle shift in her eyes as he explored her skin underneath his clothes, a dull spark of light catching into a slow burning fire and the more Pearce touched her the higher the flames would climb until it consumed them both.

“You were always worthy, Mr. Stark,” she purred with a postured sense of sincerity as she continued on with his game. Looking down at the pizza with half enthusiasm Col took one final bite before dropping it roughly back into the box only half eaten. Glancing at him quickly she made a face that closely resembled his when he had eaten the pizza and her humour was rewarded with the delicate tone of his laugh as his arms circled around her body fully. “Next time though, try and make an effort to prevent looking like you’re gonna die?” Col said with a laugh as she moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Her own intentions were cut off as Pearce picked her up by her hips with ease to settle her down back onto his desk to straddle his hips. Col’s breathe immediately hitched high in her throat as both gravity and her renewed sense of need pushed her hips against his but it was a wicked demand from her mind that made her hips start to move in small circles, so small that you couldn’t be sure she was moving at all.

Pulling her bottom lips between her teeth she bit down lightly, his hands travelling up her thighs and moving right over the place that started to ache for him all over again. Col’s hips moved in small 8’s, brushing her moistening core over his hardening length in every which way, the different strokes of friction making her sigh as he undid the button of the jacket. Cold air immediately hit heated skin and Col arched her back against the contrasting temperatures that battled along her skin, her hips jerking wildly as she felt pin pricks mark her skin as his fingers traced every last tattoo. Her eyes looked down at him, a perfect picture of the effects overpowering lust could have on a man and her tongue jutted out in response to the tempting sight that was lying underneath her. His eyes had started to glaze over and lose focus, the only thing driving his movements and his intentions being the way her hips continued to smooth over his cock in a rhythm that Col had quickly learned could drive him to distraction. “Pearce,” she whispered out as her hands lowered to find his chest, her nails curling downward until they found purchase through his shirt and onto his skin. “If you take me to your house right now we can finish what we started there,” she said in a crackled moan as her hips pulsed against the sudden spike of warmth that spread through her thighs.

The simple thought of finishing what they had started nights ago still plagued her and although they had seemingly fucked out their initial lust for one another Pearce was now her drug and she wanted more. “And as you –ohgod- fuck me,” she stuttered as his cock leapt beneath the confines of his pants to brush against her clit that was still covered in lace, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know about these tattoos.” Sensing the finality of her words Col quickly leaned down, her chest pressing against his own to claim his lips in a heated kiss that was all emotion while her hips continued to toy with both of their bodies without mercy. Pulling away from quickly to end any debate that was going to leave his lips Col jumped off the desk and walked over towards her dress, holding it in her hands for a moment before shooting him a coy wink.

Making a dramatic effort of throwing the red garment over her shoulder she redid the buttons of his jacket before stepping into her heels, her hands gliding over the valley between her breasts seductively before ending at the line of skin that was barely covered by the edges of his jacket. “Let’s go then?” she practically purred as she walked out of his office in nothing but heels and his jacket knowing that he would either hate it or love it but knowing she’d enjoy either reaction.

Quickly making her way to the elevator she heard Pearce quickly fall in line behind her, walking into the space to press the button for the parking garage and waiting for the door to close before her lips were on his once more. Col moved towards him quickly, her small hands gripping his broad shoulders and she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist which made his back collide with the wall of the elevator roughly. Tightening her thighs around him she worked her hips over his own lengthwise as her tongue fought against his greedily to restore the lost sense of lust they had left behind in his office knowing that it would soon return when they were finally in his house.

[pearceinalterland-blog]

42nd Street || Pearl

All Pearce could feel and see was progress. He felt like he’d just run a marathon and completed every hurdle. He’d pole vaulted over the high bar and was free falling down onto the mat. He’d taken a long run, flung himself across the sand and had now landed safe and sound somewhere in the distance. Basically, Pearce felt accomplished – whatever had just happened between he and Col was something that he’d never experienced. It was as though they’d decided to meet halfway, and that feeling made an easy smile form on his lips as Col stood in his arms.

The confirmation that she would accept the comics was belated but welcome all the same, and Pearce wanted to squeeze Col tighter, and never let her go. He wasn’t good at emotions and relationships: he had no idea what they entailed, and Pearce wasn’t even sure that this was a relationship. It was sex, it was a lot of pent up feelings exploding all over the place, and it was… nice. The gesture of Col accepting the comics felt like an agreement on her behalf to try whatever this thing between them was, and her casual use of the words ‘stay with me’ seemed to embed themselves in Pearce’s brain.

But at Col’s confirmation for pizza, Pearce’s stomach growled in agreement, and he pushed off from the wall, keeping his hands firmly attached to her body until the last moment, when she tore herself away. Pearce watched Col move around his office, a lot more sure of herself than she had earlier in the day. At work, she was just his secretary – efficient, note-taking, Ms. Collins – but here, dressed in nothing but a bra, her panties and his suit jacket, she was transformed. This was Col, the girl who forged a resume to get a job to fund a love of comics.

He grabbed the handset of the phone off his desk and pressed the speed dial button number five, heard the dial tone as Col knelt on the ground, picking up the items from his desk, talking about how she had estimated the time it would take to clear his desk, and that thought made Pearce’s stomach knot. Had Col been thinking about fucking him on the desk since she’d seen it? Was he not alone in that thought? Pearce almost missed the voice of the pizza place as he stared at Col, but he hastily spoke into the phone, giving him an order for two pizzas, whatever toppings he felt like. The man was confused but consented, and Pearce hung up quickly.

“You really don’t have to do that,” he said after he hung up the phone and he stood watching Col replacing everything on his desk in roughly the same format it had been in before he’d roughly shoved them off. He ended up kneeling down with her, picking up every pencil and replacing them back in their holders. The papers were messed up and out of order, but Pearce didn’t have the mental capacity to fix them that night, and they could wait until tomorrow.

The pizza arrived with a knock to the office door, but the door to Col’s office, and since Col was in no condition to be seen my any other man’s eyes, Pearce went. The delivery boy was actually a man, who handed over two boxes, and in returned snapping the money out of Pearce’s hand. He didn’t like the way the man looked at him – he had a glint in his eyes that seemed to communicate with Pearce silently that he knew what Pearce was up to. Pearce waited until the he’d gotten in the elevator and disappeared before returning to his office, locking the door behind him.

Col sat on his now-clean desk, her legs swinging naked, and Pearce purposely did not look there but instead focused on the pizza. He set it down before pushing back the lid, grimacing at the sight of food before him: it was a mess of toppings, from olives to onions to meat, and he pushed it toward Col before opening the next one. This was safe: a simple cheese pizza, which Pearce grabbed a piece of and forced into his mouth, biting hungrily before realising that he a) wasn’t an animal, and b) he had company.

He chewed with decorum as Col asked her question, the words making him look at her with surprise. Did she really think he was the kind of man to fuck his secretary then invite her for pizza afterward? The idea of even doing that with a woman would have repulsed him before, but Col was quickly becoming someone to whom his rules didn’t apply.

“No,” he said, shaking his head and swallowing his pizza. Pearce watched Col as he spoke, the way she ate her pizza with small simple bites, and he felt like a pig again. “I mean… I never wanted to with any of my other secretaries.”

Pearce’s previous secretaries had been straight up, no nonsense women. They came in at the required time, and left at their allotted time. They wore cardigans and knitted sweaters; they wore wool stockings and had their hair pulled back into a bun so tight that they had no facial expressions. They were nothing like Col, which was part of the reason why he hired her in the first place – where she was open and fun and interesting, the others had been stern, and sensible and boring. Pearce wondered if he seemed boring to Col: his entire life had been nothing but work and routines, probably the complete opposite to hers.

He sat on the table beside Col, his long legs touching the ground while hers swung freely, and they ate in silence for a moment.

“It isn’t that I’m not interested in girls,” Pearce said, breaking the quiet. “I’ve had girlfriends, but… they don’t last.” He looked at her nervously, wishing that whatever truths he was spilling wouldn’t make her leave him. “Not when they realise that my life isn’t exactly the best place for someone other than me.” Pearce would have to pencil in dates; order flowers weeks in advance; give his secretary a list of birthday presents – it wasn’t the kind of existence that drew in women. But could he change it? If Col ever thought of him in that way, could he change his life for her?

Even considering it made his hunger disappear, and he put down the piece of pizza he had been holding. “But, uhm, you know, I’d… I’d like to find someone who is the exception. Someone who can find the medium between me and my work. I doubt that anyone would be fool enough to attempt it, though.”

This conversation was heading in a very serious direction, the kind that they’d been shying away from all this time because, realistically, whatever they felt toward each other right now was sudden. It had sprung up two days previously, and Pearce wasn’t sure if that qualified him to talk about relationships with Col. Because even if he wanted one with her, it was probably too soon to ask if she wanted the same. Comics worth thousands of dollars were given easily and retracted just as simply, but words? Words were forever, and once he said them to Col, they’d never go back in.

[notthecolyouknow]

Col leaned over the desk, hot pizza threatening to burn her hand as it stayed still in her palm to see the toppings of the other pizza curiously; cheese, relatively safe and unassuming cheese. She laughed to herself as she shook her head before moving back, her attention now turned to her own pizza and the frenzy of toppings that clung to the surface. It was a mess of meat, olives, onions, cheese and whatever else the cook had decided would make it look like less of a meal and more like an abstract work of art but it was just how Col liked it. Judging from his neutral choice in pizza she wondered if she could ever convince him to go tandem skydiving, to stick his tongue onto a pole in the winter or even consume orange juice without the recommended shaking before consumption. It would have been a hard fought task that exposed more differences than similarities but Col had always been good at pushing others out of their comfort zone; with Pearce it would simply have to be small nudges, starting with pizza.

Noting his sense of unease Col stopped simply picking at the toppings of her pizza, something she did before she would simply eat the crust on its own, and took a monstrous bite out of it but immediately grimaced as the hot cheese clung to the roof of her mouth. “Oh-, that..that wasn’t what I meant,” she coughed out as she needlessly started to fan air into her throat, her eyes watering against the stinging pain but laughing past it and swallowing hard. “Another joke. A horrible one, I admit but it is comforting that we are breaking new ground here,” she said with a smirk while gesturing between the two of them. “I’ve never been someone’s secretary before so safe to say that this is new to me as well,” Col said with an emphasis that was devoid of her previous humour.

She wasn’t the type for relationships or commitment, her longest relationship being with her phone company and that wasn’t even amicable, so the thought of what was happening here should have frightened her, should have. Instead Col felt calmer than she would have given herself credit for and for once she was filled with the sense that she could navigate the tumultuous sea of feelings, like little Alice rowing through the doorknobs tears without a care as to what happened before or next but focusing on the then. Her internal dialogue extended the Wonderland metaphor until it had become a horrible fantasy of tea parties and Momeraths that was quickly stolen away as Pearce started to speak.

Col would have appreciated his honestly if it wasn’t for the fact that she had the innate feeling that it was her turn next after he was done. The very thought made her palms sweat and she hastily dropped her half eaten pizza back into the box, her palms sliding up and down her bare thighs as she watched him falter over words that said what he meant without really saying them at all. Col had sensed the end of the conversation drawing to a close, her eyes moving downward to stare at her still swinging feet and wondering just how much she was willing to share with him considering he gave a very valid argument as to his predicament.

For Pearce, it seemed like no one could fit into his life whereas for Col it seemed like it was her who couldn’t do the fitting. She was notoriously flighty, impulsive and spontaneous; the only real way to tie her down was to, quite literally, tie her down and more often than not this method agreed with her immensely. Col indulged in the thought that while Pearce could ground her she could lift him up, both of them meeting in the middle between spontaneity and structure and although this seemed like an impossible feat she had always come to love a challenge.

“Well then, they weren’t trying hard enough obviously,” she said with a sideward glance before she looked back down to her swinging feet, her thighs bouncing on the desk as a result of her added sense of anxiety. And the broad sense of exception Col felt her heart leap inside of her chest, moving to clear her throat to clear the frog that seemed to have stuck there and prevented her from speaking. “What’s that movie? Fools Rush In? Makes sense to me,” she tried to say as flippantly as possible as she hopped off the desk to retrieve her dress from the ground. Picking up the red dress she considered the possibility of putting it on and although it seemed to be the most practical decision that had faced her in the past hour or so Col simply smoothed out the wrinkles along the fabric before throwing it onto the desk beside him with a smile.

She did however button up his jacket to cover her body from the cold, her arms moving to wrap her body as she jumped back onto the desk closer to him. “I’ve tried I guess but I think people tire of me too quickly. I mean, the quirks are cute at first but at the end of the day I’m just a grown woman who cries over comic books,” Col said with a small laugh as she started to ring her hands over the other. “Most of them said that I needed to grow up and at one time I thought I needed to, boxed up all my comics and decided to sell them all but then I realized that being perfect for someone didn’t have to mean being their idea of perfection. So,” she said with a small smile as she looked back over to Pearce. “I’m just floating around in the wind waiting for someone who decides that I fit just the way I am.” Col finished it off with a stiff shrug as she looked back down to her hands, her fingers turning red from the anxious movements as she spoke her truth.

She had a flash of thought were Col didn’t think she would fit anywhere, least of all in Pearce’s perfectly structured life and if anything she thought her being a part of his life would be a detriment to him. Col was never one to be self-serving or righteous but she almost wanted to quit while she was ahead before she passed the point of infatuation; little did Col know that that line was now a distant blip behind her. “If you want someone to be your exception then you should also be theirs,” she said brightly as she jumped off the desk to stand between his legs. Reaching over to grab the more abstract piece of pizza Col silently thanked the fact that it was warm before holding it out between them. Leaning forward she captured his lips in a quick kiss, their mouths lingering against each other for much longer than she had intended but Col started to lose herself and her previous intention as a familiar warmth started to cascade her body. Every touch of Pearce’s skin against her or the subtle brush of lips put Col on edge and the feeling was so intoxicating that she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to stop or for it to never stop, in this she chose the former as she pulled back with a smile. “You can start with trying my pizza. Think of it as, eating all the food groups at once,” Col said with a small laugh as she moved closer to him to stand firmly between his legs.