So, I wrote a little something! Big thank you to @ninswhimsy , whose writing inspired me to go outside my comfort zone a bit (and write a sex pollen fic! With Michael and Liz! Unexpected, but that’s where my brain went, ha).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23067838/chapters/55176538
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Here’s a little excerpt from Chapter 2 (the “sex pollen” chapter):
“Um... fuck.” Michael swallows, runs a hand through his hair. “You, uh, you using a new perfume or something? Body, ah, body wash?”
Liz’s eyes narrow. “No. Why?”
“It’s,” Michael runs a hand through his hair, “nothing. Fucking nothing.”
Liz stills. Looks at him, really looks. He seems... on edge. There’s a light sheen of perspiration on his brow, under the curls, and his eyes...
“Are you okay, Mikey?” She reaches a hand out, toward his brow, and startles when he flinches back.
She can see the flare of his nostrils now, see the set of his jaw.
“I think... think I’m feeling something now.” He bites a lip. “But it’s not... not my powers.”
Liz looks him over, searching. “What is it then?”
And Michael...Michael shuts his eyes, shakes his head. “Think you need to get out of here.”
Liz takes a step back, involuntarily. “Why?”
“Like, yesterday, Liz. Fuck.”
“Do you,” she swallows, “do you want to hurt me?”
And Michael laughs, at that, a bitter, tense sound. “Hurt you? Nah...” Liz’s gaze flicks down to his hands, hands that are gripping the metal lab table so hard that the knuckles are white. He licks his lips, seems to consider something. “Wanna fuck you.”