Notes: wlw, yuri, war, sci-fi, both leads are soldiers
Hopeless.
That was the word Layla would describe the situation they were stuck in. Five hours had passed since the last reinforcement troop sent to aid her platoons, and all within that time the enemies' machine had wiped out over thirds of her comrades. The lieutenant cursed her own incompetence, while a sense of dread slowly clouding her judgement.
What was she fighting for? She didn't know nor care. Ever since the days at school, Layla and her fellow compatriots had been taught to dedicated their hearts and mind solely for Motherland. All she knew was to fight. Fight for her country. For what cause didn't matter, just fight. Layla didn't question the reason behind this ongoing conflict plagueing her nation for decades, she simply accepted that as her responsibility.
The lieutenant probably would spend the rest her life on the battle ground and die with a noble cause, hopefully got rewarded a medal after her body lain and cremated amongst thousands of other fallen soldiers. That was the life she had settled for, at least until she met Chloe.
"Captain. How was your side?"
"Bad. Down right horrendous. Those bastards blew off medical tents so we had to evacuated all the injured and staff somewhere else. I called off the fight and retreated my units to the barracks now."
Layla sat down beside Chloe. The two women hadn't seen each other since the start of the operation. The captain tucked her head on Layla's shoulder, eyes drowsy from tons of sleepless nights. Layla moved the body closer, making herself as the support pillar so her lover could use some rest. The battle wasn't over, but perhaps sitting around for a little but wouldn't hurt, Layla was exhausted too.
Their peaceful moments didn't last long, as all of sudden a gun machine jumped down right in front of the women. Chloe swiftly dragged the two hiding beneath the ruined concrete. It wouldn't take long before the robot blast through their hiding and wipe out the couple, they needed to come up with a plan getting back to the army shelters unharmed. That seemed impossible considering how far they had to run, and there wasn't that much objects to hide on the way either. As Chloe was racking her brain out calculating the route, Layla just dropped a bomb:
- Maybe this is it.
- What do you mean?
- I mean our ending, love. Our last moment. I honestly can't hope for a better way to go out.
A shadow casted on Chloe's face. So her partner still stick to those kind of martyrdom thinking which she resented vehemently. Dying for your country, for the love of your life, for a noble cause,... all those beliefs Chloe had rejected long ago. She had a wish different from that. A self-serving, petty wish disregarding all the teachings the government that tried and failed to instill on her head.
- No dear. We won't die here, at least not on a battle with this stupid robot. Don't you think that's too lame of destiny for us?
- ...
- Layla. Look at me. What had I told you before? How do I want my life with you once the war's over?
- You want us to buy a house on the seaside so every morning we can take walks around the beach. I'm gonna open a flower shop and you'll try hands in calligraphy. Every now and then we go on road trips crossing to other nations.
- That's right. We have so much to do together. I don't wanna be sacrificed on battlefield just for some medals, that's useless to me. We still have a whole life ahead, and I want nothing more than to live it out the fullest with you.
Chloe pulled her lover in a firm embrace, as if holding onto the hope that a happy ending will happen despite all the cruelty and bloodiness gloomed over the fate of two ladies.
This is my second piece for this year's SPN MBB. Stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang for final posting in late April to early May. This fic by @emblue-sparks is a sci-fi story based on the “Tron Legacy” movie.
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Upon hearing Gadreel's enthusiasm over him, he went gooey inside.
"We don't have guests, G. Oh- Sam.." Dean's sentence trailed off into an astonished whisper as his brother turned.
This was his brother. He wore his hair a little longer than Sam remembered and had a beard, yet his body was just as lean as before. A five o'clock shadow accentuated a jawline that could cut diamonds. The same strange glowing green halo he was wearing, pulsed a few times, lighting his forehead. Dean's demeanor exuded a kind of calm and wisdom for which he'd always sought. But the lines framing his eyes made it clear he'd gained them at great cost.
"Long time," was all Sam could choke out, setting his drink down on a nearby table.
"You have no idea. But you're here. Really here. And you're...big." Dean practically fell forward into Sam's arms to hold him close.
He wanted to cry. How he loved Dean, who'd had to be both brother and parent to him.
"And you're old, Jerk. I missed you."
That jarred Dean a little from his startling calm, and the atmosphere relaxed. Until Sam realized Gadreel hadn't taken his eyes off of him once since stirring his brother from his daydream. He felt a cold sweat hit, as if under a microscope, tracked by the man's gaze which indicated an intense intrigue.
"Excuse me, can I help you Mr. Spock?" Dean turned to Gadreel, also noticing the intense stare, and outright calling him on it. "There a reason your phasers are locked onto my brother like a photon torpedo?"
Reclaiming his drink and taking a sip, Sam observed that instead of retreating into embarrassed excuses like human behavior dictated, Gadreel leaned into the query with surprising candor.
"I like looking at him. You never mentioned how pleasing his features are."
The ease with which Gadreel's compliments spilled forth caused Sam to involuntarily inhale. Instantly, his throat was on fire, and then his nasal cavity, as the liquid shot out of his nose. He quickly grabbed a bleached white cloth napkin from the nearby table, hiding the scarlet warmth creeping into his face.
"Oh well, my bad for not remembering my ten year old brother as Fabio, dripping with sex appeal," Dean incredulously held his hands up in sarcastic supplication, " 'The hell kind of comment is that?"
"My apologies. You've impressed upon me the importance of honesty. I simply wished to express that his face and form bring me joy."
"Dude! Could you be more obvious? Go make some dinner or something …" Dean shooed him out of the room.
Something in Sam's chest expanded with a simmering sensation he found not wholly unpleasant. He noticed the faux discomfort in his brother's face, the lines framing his eyes crinkled. Sam's nerves were relieved when recalling it meant Dean was surprised, but also happy. For the first time since he fell into this dark world, he took a deep breath of relief, feeling much better.
The crew navigates their way through the rest of the meteor shower.
RATED: E
Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people.
The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab.
Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters?
{SPOILER: Of course not. That would be boring.}
Guarantee there will be drama. And explosions. And Will is gonna do something cocky and stupid. Really good chance for some zero-gravity boinking (bet ya didn't even know you needed that in your life).
Hello all! So here’s my contribution to @olicityhiatusficathon that was set up by @thebookjumper!
Prompt: Unintentional Discovery (I just liked Unexpected better!)
Read it here or on AO3
Chapter 3: Unexpected Discovery
Ten Months Ago….
“You seem agitated…”
A cocky, “You seem slow,” eased through Oliver’s curled lips as he slammed his fist forcefully through the chilled air.
John’s glove took the force of the impact, the man himself smiled knowingly and, adjusted his slightly shifted stance. “Nice try,” he breathed.
Oliver cocked his head then with slanted eyes he panted, “I’m not here for a therapy session.”
“Yes you are,” John accused as Oliver’s left fist came barreling toward his right jaw. John dodged the blow and, even landed a parting one of his own against Oliver’s right side.
Laughing ruefully Oliver focused on John’s core. His sparring opponent was good but the body never lies. “Something happened last night and, I’ve spent all day avoiding the conversation okay?” he lamely threw out before he landed a parting blow to John’s rib cage.
Chuckling with bright eyes John punched at the empty air while asking, “You weren’t dumb enough to kiss her were you?”
Oliver’s eyes slipped to the ground. John lowly exhaled, “Oliver you didn’t…”
Instead of using his words Oliver slung the butt of his gloved knuckles towards the defined ridge of John’s left jawbone. The ebony skinned man didn’t bother using the speed afforded to most vampires to dodge the blow he simply let Oliver land the aggression fueled punch.
“I’m in love with her okay,” Oliver breathed when a line of sweat dripped down his chiseled profile and, towards the black cement beneath their feet. “I’m hopelessly in love with a woman whose sole reason for being here is to secretly kill our family…” he finished with venom lacing his dark words.
John’s fingers were gently rubbing along the invisible bruise while his dark, endlessly brown eyes dared to invade the inner solace of his very tormented King. He hissed in humor, “You’re more than just in love and she’s not that one sided,” then adjusted his stance and prepared his gloved hands for the next assault.
Oliver danced along the floors swiftly with practiced movements while his arms hung freely at his sides. He moved about the space, his feet danced over same faded fabric yet his arms remained like pillars along his sides. His head ached, thousands of forced words and pained looks invaded his empty body like the force of impending tidal wave. The water simply crashed towards him in varying hues of blue, gray and, green while he fought to cling to the dry sand just above his desperate reach. He felt John’s arms beginning to sag, his empty heart was fracturing all around him and, all he had were empty words and, false hopes of a future with a woman he’d grown to love. The fabric of his damp shirt slipped along the contours of his twisting abdominal muscles as his shoulders fell forward allowing him to finally fall to his knees in complete defeat, “John I want her,” he moaned in fury. “I want her heart, her body and most importantly I want her soul,” he groaned with rage as he began to undo the wrapping around his hands.
“You didn’t say blood,” the older man mentioned with a degree of veiled humor.
John’s gloves hit the floors with a dull thud while Oliver continued to wrestle with the fire of his tortured needs. “Oh I want that as well but, not for feeding purposes,” came his darkened reply once his right hand was free.
“Well have you tried to tell her how you feel?” John’s words licked at his tortured soul while he mulled over the question.
Oliver began to undo the other wrapping when a sharp almost frenzied hiss of annoyance floated through the stale cellar air and, towards his waiting ears… “He’s choosing to hide from me?” Oliver’s fingers froze over the half done wrapping. John’s brows rose with interest when another shrill, “He’s my husband Sara!” came wafting past the two men.
John’s croaked, “I think your wife would like a word…” made him frown but, it was Felicity’s, “If he wants access to his bedroom he’ll be in front of me within the next ten minutes!” that left him completely winded with internal fear.
“Care to explain her anger?” John asked almost quietly.
Oliver threw the used wrapping to the ground as his palm moved up and down the lines of his tensed upper thighs. His harsh gulp of panic made his muffled, “As I said it’s about the other night,” sounded like a squeak rather than the words of an adult male.
John patted his friend’s shoulder affectionately before he bent down to retrieve his dropped gloves. “Well if you ever want to have sex with your wife I’d make that requested meeting…” he whispered with mischief as Oliver gulped in confusion.
“Sex? Why…” Oliver scrunched his face and, shook his head as John’s fingers left his shoulder, “How could an argument about her secret agenda lead to sex?”
John’s entire aura glowed red as he let out a rarely heard rich, almost golden chuckle, “What really happened last night?”
Oliver’s sputtered, “I finally confronted her about the true reason for our arranged marriage,”
Of course that made the King’s chosen confident smile with mirth, “Yeah and I’m really 37 years old.”
Oliver’s jaw clenched, his eyes blazed and his fingers turned red as a gentle mumbled, “I might have also tried to kiss her in the heat of the moment,” passed through his tight lips.
Oliver’s confession made John’s rich chuckle shift into an Earth shattering roar as he carefully said… “I’d say you’re not the only one who's sexually frustrated…”
Oliver coughed uncomfortably, “That’s absurd…”
John shrugged knowingly, “Then why is she really irritated? I know this isn’t the first time that you’ve had the why are you really here discussion but, you’ve never tried to kiss her before have you?” Oliver sat there open mouthed while his friend’s chin fell to his chest in bemused wonder. “You know for someone in love you’re missing the bigger picture.”
Oliver gulped, “And that would be?”
John shook his head making Oliver’s undead heart quiver in his cold chest when he lightly replied, “That your wife’s in love with you too.”
He left a very confused Oliver sitting on the hard, cold cement floor looking like a lost puppy while his wife fumed angrily from just beyond the closed cellar doors.
The first night Felicity had spent in the castle had been awkward but, not entirely unpleasant... for him that is. That evening she walked with the grace of a stone statue through the long unending halls until they reached the door of his sleeping quarters… Now he was the one walking like a statue made of pure granite as he lumbered with a heavy heart toward his very angry wife.
He expected angry rants, and harsh insults but never did he expect to hear a hushed, “Just remember Felicity when he get’s here don’t hold back, let him have it,” through the heavy oak doors. Oliver listened to her soothing voice as he slowly lumbered down the halls with a smile gracing his ageless face. “So greet him at the door with an even tone…” His face fell into a mask of emotions while she continued to plan out her next moves. “Disregard that adorable smirk and, forget how he makes you feel when his eyes do that downright sexy twinkling thing and, focus on the task at hand.” Oliver pushed his hands into the pockets of his gym shorts and continued walking slowly. Hearing her use words like adorable and sexy made his head swim and, his usually solid stomach knot. “Just be honest. Tell him today’s behavior was unacceptable and, completely insane, yes last night things were said and….well,” her dropped sentence made his motions still. Felicity was never short for words but, she was also never left unable to express her thoughts. Something was churning within her just as it was within him and, for once he wondered if John was right. He wondered if magic was more than just chants and spells, he wondered if love could be magic as well.
His forehead fell towards the floor when a hurried, “Oh shit what the hell is wrong with me?” fell from what he knew to be her graceful lips.
Her last words froze the butterflies fluttering aimlessly through his stomach. He was at their door, she was just beyond the small barrier and, yet he couldn’t bring himself to walk across the threshold. She whispered in vain, “He was supposed to be a monster dammit,” towards the emptiness that surrounded her. Oliver’s aching fingers slipped along the carvings over the door’s rough surface. The splintered wood running in rivets along his frozen skin made his body ache for so much more than a fading distraction of invisible pain. He bumped his flawless knuckles along the door. The wood suddenly crackled like it’d been touched by an endless burning flame. Slowly the dark wood began to glow dimly as the space before him began to warm.
His smile grew into one of honest pride, “I thought you wanted to talk,” he finally muttered as the door before him began to glow with the heat of a thousand rising suns.
A small, “I do but, the idea of burning you alive still has some merit,” hit his racing heart with it’s cold and, calculated intent. The barrier of fire fell swiftly after her voice died, the door cooled, then opened as if by pure magic.
Oliver’s temple fell until it was lodged along the door’s frame. His broad smile of admiration was only intensified when she flipped her wavy, blonde hair over her shoulder and scowled darkly, “Stop looking at me like that.”
He crossed his arms over his chest like an invisible shield. “Like what Felicity? Stop showing you that I care for you? Or would you prefer my smiles of kindness shift into one’s of carnal lust because I can satisfy that need as well,” he volleyed back toward her stammering lips.
“Well…” she gulped uncomfortably, “If I could come up with something better than bastard I’d be slinging it like a tumbler of whiskey but sadly you’ve once again left me verbally beguiled.
He motioned with his chin, “Can I come in or would you prefer to have this discussion with the barrier of the door between us?”
“Awfully rude considering you’ve been hiding from me since last night,” she stammered as she slowly began drifting towards his bed.
He swung back forcefully, “That coming from my wife the firestarter is a tad bit amusing.”
Felicity did little more than shrug before her words flowed freely while her back was turned towards his amused face. “Well then perhaps the next time we coriel you’ll consider how I might choose to react.”
He swallowed the low gluteal laughter of a man whose sole goal in life was to bed the woman before him and, instead observed first mentally her chosen sleeping attire. “Panda’s?” he soothed once she’d begun to crawl over the red and black bedspread with bent knees.
She tossed him a wicked look of fury before her eyes traveled across his completely beguiled face. She flushed until her cheeks were the color of fresh blood. Oliver licked his lips instinctively, she pushed herself towards the black frame of his headboard before a feeble, “They remind me of home,” reached his twisted heart.
He let her cross both her legs and, arms so she felt safe before he even dared to step over the open threshold. Her blue eyes were wild, her blonde hair was a mess of tangled waves, her skin was alive with the color of her swiftly beating heart but, it was her pink flannel panda sleepwear that cracked his cool veneer. “How do they remind you of home?” he asked softly with his silent apology layering every syllable that was sent between them.
She cocked her head and smiled before she mouthed, “Thank you,”
He nodded timidly as he stepped forward and began to close the door. “I was about three when I found out how my father died,” she exhaled with sadness.
“You never told me that,” he offered as he moved towards his bathroom.
He caught her nervously biting along her bottom lip before she disappeared from his line of sight. “Yeah well my mother isn’t a fan of explaining herself,” she croaked in annoyance. Oliver’s lips slipped into the ghost of smile as his eyes slipped from the mirror and, then towards the bathroom sink.
“So how do the pj’s relate to this story exactly?” he called out while he brushed his trembling fingers along soft lines of his faded Harvard sweatshirt and, a set of boxers to match.
“Well,” she replied softly, “When she had one of my instructors tell me the truth I was getting ready for bed and…”
“And the pj’s were flannel with panda’s on them weren’t they?” he guessed almost instantly.
A hushed, “Yeah so whenever I see a pair I buy them and hide them in some drawer until I need them to feel safe again.”
While he carefully disrobed he asked almost abruptly, “But they hold such a painful confession how could that make you feel safe?”
He heard the soft smile in the lithe tone of her perfect voice, “Because for the first time I had the truth. It was the first time I didn’t fall asleep wondering what I’d done to make him leave me. It was the moment when I realized he didn’t leave me…”
He slipped the sweatshirt over his head while he mumbled apologetically, “No one who's ever loved you would choose to leave you baby...no one..” he added almost silently to himself while he waited for her verbal reprimand.
To his shock all that followed was a soothing, “The same could be said for you…”
He swiftly finished changing into the clothes she’d left for him, brushed his teeth and shut off the bathroom light. When he emerged she smiled shyly, “You showered in the cellar again didn’t you?”
If he could have his skin would have flushed until his hue was that of a ripe tomato. “I didn’t want to offend you any further…” he teased while her shy smile shifted into one he’d yet to catalogue.
“Actually you sort turn me on after you come back from the sparring sessions with John,” she babbled before her brain could silence the errant thought. He was about to press for a more expanded explanation but Felicity’s lips were as always just a tid bit faster. “So ummm did I pick the right one? You had about three that looked like they’d seen better days so I wasn’t completely sure.”
He tugged at the ratty sweatshirt with genuine affection at her stammered question, “This was buried at the back of my closet,” he noted then added, “and yes it’s the one that I told you about when we first got married.”
She grinned in victory, “Good,” she giggled sweetly before her more tempered, “that’s what happens when you leave me alone all day…” filled the space between them.
Oliver’s head bowed in remorse, “How much of my past did you dig through today?”
Felicity chuckled darkly which caused Oliver’s stomach to drop down to his tapping toes. “Oh you mean what did I manage to dig up while you were off brooding?”
“If that’s what you’d like to call it yes,” he smirked while she continued to tease him in an arousing mixture of sweet and snark.
“Well if you must know I also found some old pictures that I have some questions about along with a few textbooks that make me wonder if you’re smarter than you claim to be,” she mentioned while he slowly lumbered to his side of the bed.
He brushed his fingers over the faded material where the insignia of Harvard used to be before his let out an affected, “I was expecting something along the lines of a burning door and perhaps even a hex or two as my punishment for “brooding” as you put it but not this…”
Felicity gulped, “Well one out of three isn’t too bad…”
Sighing internally Oliver let out an exhaled, “Felicity not to shatter this tender moment but we have to talk about what happened last night.”
She patted the still empty space beside her, “Yeah we do,” came her quiet admission moments after he took the offered space beside her coiled form.
HIs ragged, “I meant what I said last night…” left his caged lungs before she could barely open her quivering mouth.
Her strained, “Why do you think I spent all day rummaging through your past?” Made them both nervous as they each took a step closer to the edge of a never ending cliff. “Why do you think I dug up some old sweatshirt for you to sleep in? Why else would I search for the last happy memory you have if on some level I didn’t believe that your words were true?” she finally declared once they’d both reached the edge of their emotional limits. “Why would I choose to stay if I hadn’t decided that I enjoyed being with you?
“When did you decide that?” he managed to mumble while they both remained frozen in metaphorical stone.
“This morning when I woke up and, realized it was to an empty room,” came her hushed confession.
“So you’re saying what exactly?”
He felt the eyeroll in her next words, “I’m saying that I enjoy being here because, I enjoy being with you.”
He picked at the token absentmindedly choosing to divert his focus from her very dangerous words, “This is the only proof I have of the lone time that my sister Thea found happiness,” he croaked.
Felicity scooted closer. “You know we’re not dropping our other conversation,” she muttered before she placed her delicate hands over his forearm in an attempt to silence his tortured thoughts. “Also I know I saw the note she sent with the sweatshirt.”
Oliver mumbled somberly, “Did you see the wedding pictures too?”
“Yes, she looked perfect.” came her kind words. He felt her grazing her thumb gently across his forearm as a way to keep his anger at bay, “He died when she tried to change him didn’t he?” she finally whispered once his body began to shake.
He shifted so her blue eyes were linked to his. He fingers ached to caress her soft cheek but, the memories of his last attempt to touch her held him at bay. He kept his fingers knotted then breathed, “Thea didn’t prepare him for the change. She didn’t feed on him before that day…”
Felicity understanding their world nodded grimly, “He couldn’t handle the venom?”
Shaken Oliver nodded just as grimily, “No he went into cardiac arrest before she’d even taken her first sip.
Felicity slipped her fingers down to his tangled ones and, gingerly began entwining her fingers around his own. “Oliver that wouldn’t happen to me,” she soothed as his chin fell to his chest.
His chest heaved, “You don’t know that and, besides,” he breathed nervously, “Our marriage isn’t real. It’s all based on a lie.” His mangled confession left him emotionally destroyed. “As I told you last night Felicity, I’m in love with you,” his croaked words slipped past his fumbling lips as her fingers slipped along his own trembling ones. “I’d give up my life for you but, you’re never going to feel the same way…” he admitted in sadness. “You might see me as a monster but, you’ll never love me, you’ll never want me the way I want you.”
Felicity pressed her forehead to his shoulder sighing with a mangled heart, “What if I did?
Oliver pressed his cheek to the crown of head and huffed in quiet humor, “Honey I tried to kiss you after my shouted confession of love and, you sorta freaked out.”
He felt her smile along his skin before her affected words touched his soul, “It’s not like I hexed you or something…”
“No you just summoned a hurricane in our bedroom,” he chided as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
“Only because I was taken by surprise!” she shouted against his skin.
Oliver squeezed at their joined fingers, “So this morning if I’d been here what would have happened?”
“Would you prefer a verbal or perhaps maybe a more physical answer?” she seemed taunt from his slumped shoulder.
She had her lips edging along the skin of his neck. Their fingers were bound and, she was rubbing her nose against his jaw suggestively as she toyed gently with their linked hands. “If I say physical are you going to send me somewhere via a monsoon?” he taunted back with a weary gaze towards her hidden snicker of internal delight.
She pressed her lips to the column of his neck then whispered, “That settles it then, I’m going to straddle your lap.”
Oliver’s eyes blazed when she managed to slip her small form over his crossed legs. She kept their hands joined while she very carefully uncurled her toned legs. She then pressed a timid kiss to his scruff covered cheek while she slowly inched her way across his chest until the edge of her buttock was resting along the sharp angled curves of his bent knees. Oliver couldn’t help the small gasp of elated surprise that wormed it’s way through his rough throat when she slipped her nose along the line of his own. Felicity’s gentle laugh made Oliver groan painfully, “If you’re not careful my more animalistic nature is going to take control…”
Felicity rubbed the underside of her upper thighs over his knees suggestively. She kept their hands linked between them, she kept rubbing her nose along his face while her smiling lips continued to ghost dangerously over his parted mouth. When she mumbled, “That’s the idea,” darkly Oliver felt something spark until the low ember in the pit of his stomach became a raging flame.
Oliver licked his lips slowly, she snaked her tongue along his bottom lip until their tongues touched. Oliver froze beneath her rocking hips but, Felicity didn’t miss a single beat. She kept tracing the line of his bottom lip with her eager tongue until Oliver’s throaty, “I’m tempted to taste you,” filled the remaining space between them.
She squeezed at their still joined hands as she whispered roughly, “Then put us both out of our misery before I come to my senses and, change my frenzied mind.”
Oliver snaked his tongue along her upper lip teasingly then smiled when her lips grazed his left cheekbone, “You do realize I’m intending to feed on you,” he remarked with a primal urge to mark her soft, delicate neck.
Felicity bumped her forehead along his own as a breathy, “Then bite my damn neck already!” escaped her quivering lips.
Oliver rubbed his nose along her jawline as she slowly shifted closer. Oliver gasped when their chests bumped. The soft flannel of her sleepwear made her seem innocent but, her grinding hips erased any innocence from the shared impulse of their dark yearnings. He felt her thumb brushing along his knuckles, he could smell the lavender undertones that raced through her veins, he could feel the heat off her skin as she arched her back and, readily exposed the column of her swan like neck. Oliver pressed his nose to her pulsating artery inhaling deeply whilw muttered words such as, “So fucking perfect,” floating past his smiling lips.
Felicity rolled her hips until they both shuddered with frantic need. He squeezed at her hand in a wordless plea, she gasped, “Oliver please…” as his lips slipped along her pale skin.
His chest heaved as her pert, covered nipples bristled along his chest. “God I love you,” he grumbled as the tips of his white teeth grazed along the small blue line of her pulse point.
She nearly fell backwards when she screamed, “Then prove it….”
He pierced her skin slowly, her entire body shuddered before her temple fell along his relaxed brow. Her skin tasted of lavender, lilacs, and freshly fallen snow, she smelled of vanilla, and linen and, she felt like hot molten iron as her body pulsated around him. He pressed harder once he felt her racing pulse beginning to slow. Her lowly whimpered, “Fuck…” hit his groin as his tongue slipped along her skin. She quivered once his mouth began to devour her whole…
A flurry of images rushed through him once her blood began to coat his ready tongue. Images of her first birthday made him feel warm, images of her first battle made him feel rage, images of her first kiss made him feel envy but, it was the images of her birth that made him see red…. Oliver continued to sip from her slowly as his mind raced. He was seeing her, he was seeing her entire life story and, it wasn’t possible unless…
His heart faltered once he realized why she tasted so forbidden....Felicity’s loan moans of pleasure raced through him, her desire to keep the connection spurred him onward as his mind fought with the hole in his soul. When a vampire fed off a mortal they saw nothing, they just felt the warmth of their souls filling the emptiness of their stomachs until the pain of hunger ended. However if a vampire fed off a fellow vampire the connection of two very isolated souls formed a bridge…. He just never expected to form a bridge with someone of his own kind...
He swallowed thickly before he began to pull away. His feeble heart raced with thousands of questions while his mind begged for an answer that made sense. Felicity panted longingly, “Baby please don’t stop…” once his teeth were once more only grazing along her skin.
He rubbed his nose along the wound emptily. His body shuddered once he found his stricken voice. “This isn’t possible,” he finally whispered in shock. “It’s not possible,” he repeated once more along her heated skin.
Felicity gasped, “What’s not possible?”
Oliver shuddered as he replied, “I saw you…” He felt Felicity’s body freeze. “I saw your soul,” he panted. “I saw your darkest demons because your soul is just like mine…” he seemed to realize as the pieces of a very fragmented puzzle began to slowly align.
Felicity nearly collapsed over his broad chest as she groaned in complete defeat, “As I told you earlier I knew it wouldn’t happen to me…”
Oliver finally sputtered, “Why didn’t you tell me?” as his forehead fell to her shaking shoulder.
“How do you tell the person you were forced to marry oh by the way I’m really a true born vampire like you but, I’m under a spell that makes my human?” she sighed in resignation.
Oliver rubbed his skin along the comforting flannel of her sleep shirt grumbling in shock, “You’re really a vampire like me?”
Felicity’s body deflated as she slowly began to mold herself along his chest, “See why I summoned a hurricane?” she rasped meekly as he untwined their hands.
“Felicity I have so many questions…” he answered once he’d begun to wrap his arms around her slender waist.
All she did once she’d locked her fingers along the slope of his shoulder blades was reply, “Yeah and, I think that it’s finally time I answered a few…”
Present Day…
“Ummm baby are you going to join me before the water turns to ice or should I just enjoy my bubble bath alone?”
Oliver smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she winked suggestively with her dripping wet fingers dancing along the edge of the soap covered tub. “Sorry honey I was just letting my mind wander that’s all,” he chuckled as she flicked a few water droplets towards his bare skin.
“No you were remembering the first time you fed off of me,” she accused lightly.
His head fell, “Am I that obvious?”
He heard her snicker lightly, “Only to me…”
He smiled with downcast eyes. “Do you know why I love you?” he asked quietly while she swished her fingers along the surface of the soapy water.
“Well I’m beautiful, I’m smart and, oh yeah I’m completely crazy about you so yeah I’m guessing I can comprehend the reasons,” she giggled modestly before her easy “Why?” filled his soul with endless light.
He lifted his head until her reflected eyes were dancing into his own, “I love you because you trusted me with your truth,” he admitted almost gratefully as her smile bloomed into a heart stopping grin.
“When I let you feed off of me I sorta knew the jig would be up,” she laughed coyly as Oliver’s eyes danced with longing.
His hands slipped from the bathroom counter when he slowly began moving towards the edge of the overflowing tub. Felicity reached for his outstretched hands as he moved to sit on the tub’s ledge. He leaned forward once their fingers were twined. She pecked his lips gently with a smile while Oliver uttered, “You knew once the visions started that your secret would be discovered so why did you really let me do it? Why didn’t you just opt for sex instead?” he half teased as their lips met once more.
Felicity’s words ghosted across his lips contently, “Because in that moment I wanted the man I loved to see me for me… also having sex would have tipped you off as well.”
Oliver felt her pulling him forwards as the suds from the bubbles began to tickle the delicate skin of his abdomen. “That’s interesting because, you didn’t tell me you loved me until you found out you were pregnant..” he stated in false anger.
Felicity yanked him towards her chest, he fell with a loud splash into the large, clawfoot tub. Their lips touched forcefully as their hands searched for the other’s waist. Felicity’s knees rose to his hips while his throbbing erection began to brush along her quivering nether lips. Felicity gasped with lust when she mumbled, “No I told you without words when I let you bite my damn neck…”
Their lips met with rushed force as he muttered, “You realize that you can’t distract me forever don’t you?”
He slipped inside her slowly. He felt her walls contracting along his length as he slowly began to fill her with his warmth. His lifeless heart sprang to life when she screamed, “Oh but I can certainly try can’t I?”
He groaned just before she rocked her hips along his rock hard cock, “I love you Felicity…”
Her throaty, “And I love you,” was lost against his tongue but her soul would once again be his once he dared to drink her blood...
Have you tried the "Alternate Universe - Space" tag?
this is why ao3 search frustrates me sometimes bc: if i start with the main search tag being 'Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard' and add the 'Alternate Universe - Space' tag to be included in the filter, i get 0 results. but if i start with the main search tag being the space one then include bucktommy in the filter i get 8 results?? 😩😩
This is the first thing I've written in years. I don't feel ready to post it on AO3 yet, but I need to post it somewhere or I'll explode.
Yes, it will eventually include kink, it's just a slow burn.
It's For All Mankind fanfic if you squint, since I'm borrowing some settings and ideas, but all characters are original and I'm pretty sure FAM doesn't include horny aliens.
Currently Untitled
The Valles Marineris base hummed with the nervous energy of a restless crew. Usually the center of life and activity, the mess hall had become a gathering place for rumors and worry in recent days. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought a sudden end to the whispering. The entire crew in their orange, blue, and gray jumpsuits turned to face mission commander Atlas Greene.
"I know we're all worried, but I want to remind you that this is not the first communication blackout that we've had. Just like last time, the most likely explanation is damage to the network on earth-side. I'm confident that the folks back home are doing everything they can to restore communication as quick as they can," the commander said.
"It's been five days! Last time communication was restored in twelve hours," a voice called out from the back of the hall.
Callum, who had been quietly observing from the center of the crowd whipped his head around to see who had shouted. He'd never heard anyone speak out of turn against Commander Greene before, but things were getting tense. He had been thinking the same thing, but unlike whoever shouted, he preferred to keep his head down.
The commander held up his hands, pleading for quiet as the crowd began to grumble their agreement. "I know you're worried. I've got family back home too. For now, let's all try to stick to the mission and continue with business as usual. I'm confident that we'll know more soon."
Before the crowd could pepper the commander with questions, second in command Stellar Harmon stepped forward and began barking modified orders for each unit leader. Since they could no longer guarantee that their usual resupply shipment would be coming in as expected, some changes had to be made. The goal had always been to make the colony self-sustaining, but they were at least a decade away from reaching that goal.
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The Valles Marineris base officially reached self-sufficiency six months later. There had been no contact from earth and, more disturbingly, no shuttles. Even if communication had been permanently damaged somehow, an unmanned resupply ship should have reached them by now. Quietly and without speaking the words out loud, the surviving humans of Mars accepted that something terrible must have happened to their home planet and they were likely all that remained.
Like most of the crew, Callum was just going through the motions of his routine. If he didn’t think about it, it didn’t really make much difference. The food had changed a little, his work orders had changed, and his recreation time no longer included browsing the internet or keeping up on earth news, but his on-planet routines were mostly the same. As long as he could stick to his routine, he could pretend that nothing catastrophic had happened.
“On my way to Melas. Over,” Callum announced to his radio as he slid into his assigned rover.
“See you when you get back. Don’t forget my spinach. Over,” a cheerful voice replied.
“We’ll see, Sol. Let’s hope the Melas garden is having better luck. See you when I get back,” Callum replied. He and Solstice had grown closer over the last few months, ever since they’d both been reassigned to hydroponics.
Callum didn’t know a thing about gardening. He was a mechanic who’d wound up on Mars purely because of the pay. He’d always been good with his hands and apparently fixing broken down rovers on mars could make a guy about five times as much as fixing broken down cars back on earth. So when he found himself with a mountain of debt, signing a contract and hopping on the next shuttle to Mars seemed like his ticket to freedom. He never thought he’d find himself hanging out in a greenhouse, singing to spinach seedlings and hoping his tomatoes would germinate.
Once he was out of radio range, it was a silent drive out to Melas which unfortunately gave Callum too much time to get lost in his own thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to start thinking about Earth and all those ‘what-ifs’.
The Melas Han unit finally came into view and Callum practically jumped out of his rover to escape his thoughts. He hurried into the airlock and shucked off his spacesuit while he waited for the inner door to unlock.
“Hello?” he called out when there was no one there to greet him like usual. Where was the satellite crew?
“Hello?” he called out again as he walked down the narrow hallway of their bunk area, towards the larger hydroponics unit. There wasn’t exactly a lot of space to hide in the small, emergency habitat unit.
Sweat began to bead on the nape of Callum’s neck, sticking his gray uniform to his bronzed skin. His heart climbed with each echoing step he took through the empty hab. He was alone with the withering plants.
Callum stood in the doorway of the greenhouse and looked back towards the bunk, noticing one very important detail he had missed during his first walkthough: three spacesuits still hanging in their rack. There was no way to leave the hab unit without those spacesuits and yet all three humans were gone.
