Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 6 – My name.
Summary: Prim and Rick give in to their primal desires. Although they could blame it on the sex pollen, they know deep down that the undeniable attraction that lurks underneath their skins took the opportunity to manifest.
T.W.: Smut / Dubious Consent / Sex Pollen.
Rick felt her fingernails on his scalp. Her fingers massaging his skin and bringing him in to deepen their kiss.
Her lips tasted like honey, and her skin felt smooth as silk under his touch. Her scent the only thing his nose could smell. Like an addict, he buried it in the crook of her neck, nibbling on the warm skin. When a whimper left her mouth and reached his ears, his hand flew to her hair, grabbing a handful of soft silver curls and pulling it back, exposing more of her neck and the valley of her breasts. His lips touched hers, but he denied the kiss. He bit her lower lip and felt her body trembling under his touch. His tongue grazed where he had bit and next he sucked it deliciously slowly.
Rick stared her down from all his height. Her eyes remained closed, but he read ecstasy on her features. His fingers grabbed her cheeks in a silent order to look at him. When she obeyed, only lust in the depth of the green forest of her bewitching eyes stared back at him.
A sudden urge to hear her beg came over him. Beg for him. Beg for his name in the air. Declare she was his.
Her hands made their way down to the hem of his t-shirt, her eyes desperately searching his. Rick felt her nails grazing his stomach when she started to lift the fabric, but his hands stopped hers locking her in place, unable to touch him. His nose lifted her chin up, forcing her to keep her eyes up at him.
He smiled. A wicked and mischievous smile. “Not so fast, Sunshine.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her up to sit her on the table. Her legs circled his hips, and she squeezed him, eliciting a sinful moan to leave his mouth. A moan she shut down with a needy kiss.
Prim’s legs circled his hips in a perfect fit. Her hands found the hem of his t-shirt again and pulled it up in a hurry, not giving him time to stop her. She wanted to admire him, caress the muscles hidden behind his clothes. Kiss and bite down hard on his skin, but the need to touch, feel, and taste was too much, so she opted for kissing him.
She cupped his cheeks when he nosed his way down her chin to the hollow of her neck. One of his hands keeping her head still and the other trailed her knee up to her thigh, bringing the skirt of her dress up, making her shiver with the cold air, and resting on the curve of her hip. His warm fingers caressing her skin and his soft lips leaving ghost kisses under the dress’s strap. With his teeth, he pushed the thin fabric over her shoulder to have more space to torture her with his delicate pecks.
Trying to coax him to do something, anything, Prim held a handful of his hair and pressed his head against her shoulder, and felt him nibble there and nothing else. Frustrated, she squeezed her legs around him and heard him chuckle. “Need something?” He whispered on her heated skin, and she felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. She knew he had noticed how her body responded to his touch by the way a quiet grunt reached her ears and his hips pressed against her hips. His clothed erection rubbed against her clit, making her eyes roll. She forgot how to breathe when he locked eyes with her and ordered on her lips, “Use your words, Sunshine.” It was all it took for incoherent words to spill out of her mouth.
“I need you, Mr. Colonel Flag, I-” Prim felt him trembling against her, but he did not give her what she needed. She dug her nails on his naked back until she left crescent moons as a warning.
“My name.” His left fingers on her hair, the right ones clutching at her thigh. “I want to hear you beg.” He bit the crook of her neck and licked it afterward, and her mind became clay in his fingers. Molding and taking form under his touch, just like he had been under hers. “Say my name and beg, Sunshine.”
“Please,” was the only thing she could say. She could think.
“Please, what?” His eyes watching his pale hand caressing the inside of her amber thigh, slowly making its way to where she needed him the most.
“Rick, plea-” She never finished her sentence because his mouth devoured hers and his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body lit like fireworks, and she surrendered herself to him.
It had been a long time since Prim had been with someone, and she wouldn’t last long if he kept up the pressure. Rick arched towards her when her nails scratched his back on their way down and over his hips until they found the button of his pants. She unbuttoned it with no patience or time to waste and reached inside his pants, circling his cock with her warm fingers.
He bucked against her hand and grunted on her lips. The hand holding her head came to grab her cheeks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned her with bite in his voice. His lips ghosting hers and his breath on her face.
“Or what?” She stared at his hazel eyes. A hint of mischief behind her defiant tone and a small smile playing at the curve of her lips.
“Sunshine,” he warned her again, but his words became a loud moan in her mouth when he closed his eyes, feeling her hand stroke him lazily. “Prim,” in his voice a plea, one she was more than happy to oblige.
She bit his lower lip and held his cock with both hands, with one thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. Prim moaned when he pushed her underwear to the side and inserted his long thick finger inside her.
Rick soon found the spot that made her body shiver and her mind go blank. His finger massaged it, and she gasped loudly, making him grin before kissing her. The orgasm she had been chasing since he first laid his fingers on her approaching, and she opened her mind to welcome it with utmost abandon.
Rick stopped kissing her when he felt her legs trembling around his hips and her walls squeezing his fingers. The hitch in her breathing and the whimper escaping her mouth music in his ears. His name leaving her lips in a quiet final moan, his abdication.
He followed her and felt his body trembling under her touch. With closed eyes, he nested his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deep her tempting scent, committing it to memory for all eternity.
Rick wanted to trail her body with the tips of his fingers and find every ticklish spot on her skin. He wanted to find the ones that made her say his name in the tone that made him forget about the world and focus on her pleasure alone. Made her see stars because of him. Made her wanting, needing him as much as he wanted her.
“Rick…” Her voice so low, he would have not heard if his ear wasn’t so close to her lips. Her hands on his shoulders gently pushing him away. Her tone making him frown in worry and his heart sadden. Feeling the loss of something he couldn’t name. “Mr. Colonel Flag.” Her hands cupping his cheeks, forcing him to part from her.
When his eyes landed on hers, she averted his gaze, and bit her lip. Tucking a curl behind an ear. “We should-” He noticed the way she pushed the skirt lower, trying to cover her legs and having trouble because he was still between them. Her eyes never on him. “I-” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I am so sorry, Prim.” His tone as embarrassed as his face. “I don’t know what came over me.” He took a step back and lifted a hand to help her down the table, but she refused to look or touch him. “I-I…” He turned his back to her. Fumbling to close his pants and think about what had happened. “There was a plant with tentacles. I remember killing it. There was gas-” His eyes opened wide, and he searched the floor until he found the broken jar.
On the lid, two words were written, but only the second was readable, and he read it aloud, “- pollen.” Prim flinched and ran her fingers over her wild curls.
“Sex pollen.” Her voice so tiny, he only heard because he was paying attention. “It is one of Poison Ivy’s abilities. To influence people to comply to her wishes.” She sighed and walked back to him. Standing by his side and taking the lid in her hands. “A few years ago, a group of scientists captured her and created the sex pollen from the ability. I don’t know exactly how it’s made, but whoever comes in contact with the gas has an uncontrollable urge to have sex.” He noticed her breath trembling and how she sighed, trying to retake control of it. “It has different effects on different people. Some say they have this feeling of imminent death if they don’t have sex, which never happens. Some lose complete control and attack the first thing in front of them. It does not matter; it will make the victim seek some sort of relief.” She threw the lid on the ground, and he watched as vines started invading the place. “We should get out of here before this old shed falls down on us.” Without much to say, he followed her outside, where they watched it crumble down.
“I’m sorry, Prim.” He ran his fingers over his hair. “I never-“
“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, or anyone’s really. Let’s just forget about it and pretend it never happened, shall we?” She smiled at him, but all he could do was feel a tug at his heart. A part of him slipping away.
“Of course,” he agreed without losing a beat. Giving her a smile of his own. “Let’s head back to the camp and tell everyone that you saved me from some tentacle plant.” He watched as Prim nodded and glanced back at the destroyed shed before taking a step beside him.
Her presence comforting and troubling at the same time. His mind telling him to forget what had happened and continue on with the mission, but his heart wanted to embrace her tightly and promise he would never allow anything bad to happen to her. She was safe with him.
Maybe the feeling of loss and desperation was a side effect from the pollen but if it wasn’t… If it was his heart trying to tell him she was special and his mind using logic to dismiss the idea, he would always have the memory of her in his arms. Her mouth calling his name and his fingers leading her to paradise.
Rick glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and didn’t stop his lips from curving up.
Sure, Prim wanted to forget what had happened. None of them could control themselves and only acted on pure instincts. Sex pollen was dangerous, and she wondered why the scientists had it. What terrible things were they planning?
Although she wanted to rationalize what the hell was going on in the island, her mind kept reminding her of his scent. Of his voice whispering in her ear and the taste of him. Her body craved his touch and his lips on her skin. Somewhere deep down she knew she shouldn’t be feeling or thinking like that, but her mind and body seemed to have a life of their own.
Why did she feel so helpless when he readily agreed to her telling him to forget about what had happened? And why did she feel so desolate when he quickly walked away from the only place where she felt alive again? Even if they had no control over their actions, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t miss him.
She took a deep breath and remembered him grunting, moaning, and trembling under her fingers, ensuring she would never forget it.
What had happened might have been wrong with both of them not in complete control with their actions, but they had to admit they were not mindless animals and that deep down they wanted that. Rick to hear her moaning his name and Prim to have Rick making her feel wanted once again.
