This is a part of a collection of moments in the life of my OC Diana Phillips in the Xmen/Marvel universe. Just for clarification, anyone who has read "Funeral of Hearts” this piece happens YEARS before the events in that. Also @wickednerdery ‘s OC Orson also makes an appearance and has some fun with Diana ;P For more Orson check out Wicks “Flawed Design” series!
“This reeks of desperation and peculiar intentions.” Diana thought, ignoring the muddied clusters of colors swirling about the patrons as she walked further into the nondescript bar.
Hopping up on a bar stool, she flagged down the bartender. “Whiskey and Coke. Be generous with the whiskey and open a tab…it’s been a long day.” She needed to stop taking waitressing jobs. “Especially at truck stop diners where almost every trucker had a pension for pinching rear ends.” Diana rolled her eyes at that. She shouldn’t complain, they kept her under the radar. The fewer eyes on her the better.
When the bartender came back with her drink, she thanked the older gentlemen with a smile, discreetly watching him walk away. She noticed the blues of trustworthiness and wisdom revolving around him. That same smile waned a bit at a closer inspection, she saw the dingy yellow of sickness menacingly floating within the strong blue. “That’s a good man and he’s dying.” She huffed miserably. This is why she wasn’t a fan of social situations, she usually found out something she had no business in knowing.
For as long as Diana could remember, she could see into the souls of the living. See what a person’s truly like, what they hide from everyone. It’s always in swirls of different kinds of colors. So basically no one could really hide anything from her.
Draining a hefty portion of her drink, relishing in the burning, fizzy distraction the amber liquid and coke gave her as she signaled for another one. Feeling her buzz starting to take effect, lightening her mood considerably.
Cracking her knuckles, savoring each ‘pop’ she managed, as she looked over tonight’s crowd. She decided tonight that she deserved to let herself have some fun.
After draining her second glass, she observed much to her delight, that this dump actually had one of those digital jukeboxes. Diana grinned as she made a beeline towards the machine. She loved jukeboxes, they reminded her of the good times she had in the fifties.
Diana glossed over vast the selection of songs, debating what she wanted to get lost in. “Helloooo Miss Kesha.” As the opening guitar strummed “Die Young”. Ignoring the irony of the title, she closed her eyes becoming fully immersed in the music.
Being completely oblivious to her surroundings, she swayed her hips to the poppy beat. Diana believed that the right beat, the right note, stirred something incredible in the soul.
With the whiskey in her system and the catchy chorus of the song, Diana was having a great time. As the song continued, she was intent on ordering another drink. She noticed that the seat next to her empty one was now occupied by a man nursing a beer and he had his gaze locked on her.
He was a handsome, older looking man. Light brown hair with wisps of silver framed his face, stunning clear blue eyes that twinkled mischievously, a narrow nose, and lips drawn in what appeared to be in a permanent smirk.
Yeah, he was attractive…very attractive…but that’s not what drew her attention initially. A plethora of colors swirled within him yet they seemed muted in a way like something was trying to block her view but not quite. “Strange.” Safe to say, Diana was curious.
“You looked you were having a fantastic time out there.” Spoke the mysterious man as Diana leaned against the counter to flag down the bartender for another drink. Picking up her new whiskey and coke, she looked over at him.
“I love turning my mind off and losing myself in music. Fascinated with how certain instruments can just enrapture the soul.” She giggled at her own inside joke, noting how his smile grew in amusement.
“Orson Shaw.” He introduced himself, holding out his hand.
“Diana Phillips. Call me Di.” She took his hand, shaking it with a smile. Silver briefly flashed in her vision, letting her know that the man before her was like her.
Something more than human.
Looking at him, she knew he saw what happened and that he wasn’t about to let this go. Diana sighed internally, she could tell. He was a determined one. Judging by that orange wriggling about within him, muted as it was, it was definitely there.
“Let’s go snag a table in the back and discuss this interesting turn of events now shall we?” Though it was phrased as a suggestion, she knew it was anything but and it gave her a slight thrill.
As they gathered their drinks and walked towards the back, she studied the muted colors swirling in an almost playful fashion. She was definitely sure there was something blocking her from truly seeing them, but she had her abilities long enough to know what was what color even with how tipsy she was.
Diana was kind of ecstatic for a little interaction. “Now that might be the alcohol talking.” As good as she was at it, she wasn’t fond of social interaction. But looking at the man gesturing at the seat he pulled out for her, she was more than happy to make an exception.
“Such a gentleman.” Diana glanced up demurely at Orson as she began to take his offered seat, her fingers brushed along his, as he went to push her chair in.
Orson’s eyes went wide as a warmth spread around him, almost like her fingers didn’t touch his hand but something deep inside. It was almost unbelievable.
“What are you? Shouldn’t have been able to feel that, nothing like that at least.” His brow quirked as he sat across from the beautiful blonde. With the overhanging light shining down on them, he could really take her in up close. She was definitely something else. Long wavy blonde hair, golden honey eyes, a prominent Cupid’s bow emphasized the fullness of her lips. Lips, that he wanted wrapped around his…
A cough interrupted snapped him out of his lustful thoughts. Orson looked back up at her, noticing how she bit her lip as her cheeks turned rosy. “Curious.”
Diana took a swig of her glass, trying to shake off the bold red ribbons of lust that bloomed with him as she watched him watch her. “You want me. Sexually don’t you.”
“Be that as I may, I think you’re avoiding the question, Sweets.” His azure eyes roamed over the ample amount of cleavage that the black lace tank top she wore provided for his viewing pleasure. Drumming his fingers along the glass of his beer, wondering if he should just get answers later and fuck her brains out.
“Maybe that’s not what my mind is focused on at the moment. Yours isn’t entirely focused on that either, judging from that lust swirling inside you.” Diana leaned on the table, giving him an even better view of her chest. Dipping a finger in her glass, her gaze never leaving his, she stuck said finger in her mouth, slowing sucking off the alcohol with an audible ‘pop’. “Like myself, it craves satisfaction. Can you satisfy us, O.”
“Well to find out, I guess you’re gonna have to fuck me.” Orson rasped as he himself leaned in on the table, his lips a hair away from touching hers. “Fuck it, answers later.” He decided as he grabbed a handful of her hair, smashing his lips against hers.
“Kiss me, give me all you’ve got”
Diana couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped as her lips latched onto his, his grip on her hair never wavered and it sent riveting jolts of pleasure down her spine that pooled into her core. She needed more but was disappointed as he leaned back, fist untangling from her hair.
“Shit, I’m deeply sorry if that was too rough. Super strength, impenetrable skin. I sometimes forget my own strength.” Came his surprised ramble. Threads of baby blues and muddy grays started to overtake the lustful reds.
She needed to reassure him now.
Pressing a finger against his lips, she spoke “Where I come from, we’re born sturdier than an average human. You will not hurt me so easily. In fact, I encourage the roughness.” Di stood up, pulling him up as well. Wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean into her, she kissed him with a vigor. Biting his lip, eliciting a growl from the older man. “Rough me up, O.”
This woman was making him so hard. He needed to fuck her now.
“That magic in your pants, it’s making me blush"
Grabbing her by the ass, pressing her against his noticeably hard member. Wanting her to feel just how aroused he is by her words. “You feel that? My hard cock rocking against your cunt? Imagine, no clothes, no drunk assholes, just me fucking you until your voice is raw from all the screaming you’ll be doing.”
“Your place. Now.” Her breath was getting heavy with want, she was on fire. Di took a breath, grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the entrance, surprising him a bit with her strength. He couldn’t tell if he was more curious or turned on by this woman the more this night progressed.
“Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand I’ll show you the wild side"
“Where’s your car?” She asked once they stepped out into the crisp summer night. The smell of bonfires on the nearby beach was just adding to her pleasured senses. Digging into her small purse, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Savoring the nicotine rushing through her, soothing her until they got back to his place.
“Over there.” Orson gestured towards a sleek onyx Dodge Challenger. Pulling his keys from his pocket, the car making a beeping sound signifying it was unlocked now. “Come on now.” leading her over to it as he snagged her cig, taking a pull. He smirked at her scrunched up face at his stealing of her cigarette. It was quite adorable.
Taking back her cigarette, she took a couple pulls before flicking and stubbing it out with her boot. She got in the passenger seat, looking back she noticed a toddler’s car seat.
“You’re a parent.” It was more a statement than a question.
“Yup, recently divorced with a beautiful three and a half-year-old little girl. My marvelous little Maya.” Orson said as he pulled out a picture of a little girl with short dirty blonde hair, with a beaming smile showing off a missing front tooth.
“She’s absolutely darling. You must love her very much. Where is she this fine evening?” Diana could practically feel the parental pride and love rolling off of him in waves of vibrant pink. It only added to her already strong attraction to this man.
“Yeah, she’s my absolute world.” He smiled as he drove them back to his place “She’s off on her first sleepover with some friends she has here, not due back till late afternoon tomorrow. I was do for a bit of alone time anyway.”
“Let’s make the most of it shall we?” Diana slyly suggested, catching his eye as they caught a red light. “What do you want me to do?” She asked, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she lazy traced a finger down her cleavage.
“Touch yourself. Do not hold back those moans.” He demanded, seeing her unbutton her jeans but instead of her hand going inside, she rubbed through them. The light turned green and he sped off towards his summer home. Fuck a speeding ticket at this point.
Diana’s moans filled the vehicle. Her palm pressed hard against her clothed pussy, her hips lifted to make the friction that much more delicious as she started riding out her first orgasm of the night. Removing her palm, a noticeable wet spot was formed.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He moaned appreciatively as he reached a hand over and rubbed the wet fabric. With one hand on the steering wheel, his other slide into her jeans, pulling the drenched fabric of her panties aside, roaming along a small patch of damp curls as he spread her lips. Lightly tracing along her sensitive clit, Diana whimpered. It was then that he finally pulled into his driveway.
They both practically ran to the front door, their hands all over each other as he tried to open the front door. Once inside he scooped her up, making his way to the bedroom, making a conscious effort to not trip on the random toys Maya ‘forgot’ to put away.
Getting too impatient he shoved her against the wall, making them both groan at the sudden forcefulness. Orson pushed Diana’s hair to the side as he kissed along her neck, pulling and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
Rough hands trailed down appreciating the curves of her body, stopping at her hips then moving back up to her perky tits. They each fit perfectly in his large hands as he gave them a nice squeeze. Pulling down the front of her tank top, he started massaging the right one as his other hand teased the nipple on the left one. Gliding his index finger around the pert areola, hearing her needy moans, he lightly tugged on it.
Diana felt like pure bliss.The bruising of her neck, the way he pinched and pulled on her nipples, all of it electrified her nerves to the point she thought she just might cum from that alone.
“Shit, fuck me, fuck me so hard I forget how to fucking walk.” She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, fuck the shit out of her. She wanted it all.
“Quite the mouth on you. Think I need to fuck some manners into that naughty cunt of yours.” He smirked, giving her breast a smack as he briefly bent down and all but ripped her pants off with a powerful tug.
“Careful! I like those!” Diana whined with a pout, giving him a playful shove. Orson rose back up, facing her with that ever present smirk as he undid his own jeans.
“Shush, they’re fine.” He playfully admonished, kicking her legs apart as he stood between them. Taking his cock out with a few rough strokes, he ran his free hand in between her folds. His member throbbed at how wet she was. “Oh sweetheart, you feel how goddamn wet you are, don’t you? Gonna ram my thick cock into that beautifully drenched twat.”
Her skin was overwhelmed with want. She wrapped her slender legs around his hips. Golden honey eyes fluttered as she felt him rub his cock between her lips. She definitely needed more.
“Fuck me, O.” She moaned closing her eyes, desire rendering her a bit impatient. When he continued to tease her opening, she barked “NOW ORSON!”
Growling, he rammed his entire length into her pussy making her scream. He stretched and filled her to the hilt. She could barely catch her breath as she was forced back into the wall when he continued to forcefully thrust into her tight warm center.
Between the rough pace and her pleasured screams, he didn’t know what got him off more. He held the back of her head, to avoid hitting the wall as he drilled into her.
“Tell me, love. What is it you want.” He whispered as he licked the shell of her ear. Grinning victoriously at how he felt her entire body shiver.
“Oh Orson, right there. Harder.. Fuck.” Diana bit her lip so hard she felt some blood trickle down her chin. She knew she wanted, no she needed something harder.
“Choke me. Make me see fucking stars.” She demanded loudly, liquid fire soared throughout her entire body.
Her words really got him going. Orson let out a deep trowel as he licked the blood that dripped onto her chin and breasts.
His hips continued snapping aggressively, as he obliged her naughty demand. A rough calloused hand snaked around the soft creamy flesh of her neck, applying moderate pressure.
Little fuzzies started to cloud her vision, his strong hands squeezing her throat made that soaring fire roar. She could feel it as her toes began to curl, on the cusp of a really big one.
“Harder. Now.” She rasped out.
Orson applied a bit more pressure. Watching as her eyes fluttered, pure pleasure etched into her delicate features. He could feel how close he was as pumped into her, reveling in how she contracted her walls.
Light seemed to burst from nowhere and everywhere as she fell off that edge into complete orgasmic bliss. His grip made it all the more intense as she let out a strangled scream. The overwhelming sensation completely overtook her.
Her walls clamped down hard around his shaft, stilling him for a second in surprise until he just lost all composure. Snapping his hips frantically into her tight hot center, letting out an animalistic growl as he pulled out.
Diana got the hint as she knelt before him, mouth open as he furiously stroked his cock. He let out bordered on a roar as he came, thick white ribbons decorating her plump lips and filling her mouth.
Orson felt like he could’ve come again at the sight of her wiping of his cum with her finger and then proceeding to suck that finger clean.
“You dirty girl.” He husked out, his abilities allowing his body to recover almost immediately, revving him up for another round already. “How about we take this to the bed, yeah?” He bit his lip as the mental image of this beauty in all kinds of delicious positions as he fucked her senseless clouded his thoughts.
“Let me show you how dirty this girl can get.” She grinned wickedly at him as they made way for his bedroom. Diana let out a giggly yelp as he smacked her ass, speeding her up a bit.
“This turned out to be one hell of a night.”
The warm light from the mid-morning sun is what woke Diana up from her deep slumber. She couldn’t even remember how many times they went at it. But judging by the delicious ache she felt down south was anything to go by, she’d estimate that it was a lot.
She couldn’t help but giggle at that. It had been a while since she had such fun. She wasn’t a prude by any means, just didn’t sleep around. And meeting Orson…there was something there. Now whether it was romantic or not remained to be seen.
“Let things naturally flow.” She thought to herself with a nod. Feeling a rough hand give a gentle squeeze on her bare hip, she smiled. “If they happen, they happen.”
Turning to face him, she gazed into his gorgeous eyes. They were the color of a clear Caribbean ocean, they also perfectly represented what she saw swirling inside him. A strength, and a softness that no one except a special few ever saw.
Giving her a smile, he stretched his body. Once done that, he pulled her close against him. He relished in the closeness of their bare bodies.
Orson then decided to break the comfortable silence first. “So my darling Diana, I believe an explanation is in order.”
Diana knew this was coming, she just wasn’t sure how much to tell him. Maybe just enough to satisfy his curiosity.
“As long as I can remember, I could always see into the souls of the living. So many different colors shape the human soul. It can be a spectacular sight. Almost like a kaleidoscope, just without the patterns.” She chuckled at the last part and how odd she must sound to the man currently running his fingers through her sex hair. “I call it soul gazing.”
“What do you see when you look at me?” He was genuinely curious and yet wasn’t sure if he truly wanted to know. Who knows what this lovely woman would see when she looked into his sketchy soul.
“That’s the interesting thing, O. I suppose it’s your abilities doing but when I look, it’s all muted. I am able to make the colors out, it’s just unusual. A delightful anomaly I’d say.” Diana almost got lost in thought as she got lost in the swirls of colors as they danced throughout him. “But I see various colors but what stands out the most is the blues. They represent strength, trustworthiness, and maybe even a soft side you don’t show anyone but a special few. I can see the vibrant pink and light reds weaved deeply within those blues. That’s the intense parental love and absolute joy you have for your daughter, Maya. She’s everything to you and I have to be honest, it’s breathtaking.” She whispered into his mouth as she kissed him deeply.
Orson almost protested as she broke the kiss, but kept mum as she continued to speak.
“There’s also dark purple that swells underneath it all. A deep sadness you’re trying to move on from. I hope you heal from that. Truly I do.” Her voice soft, yet full of intense emotion as she finished. Her fingers nervously played with random wisps of his chest hair.
Orson was speechless, something that didn’t happen often. There was something so pure and real about how she seemed to truly care about him, a perfect stranger. Normally he’d call straight bullshit, but with Diana…he couldn’t.
And so he just kissed her, losing himself in her. The ferocity of the passion bubbling between them threatened to swallow them whole.
Both of them fell back side by side on the mattress, taking deeply satisfied breaths. Their skin flushed hot from their sensual encounter.
The late afternoon sun rays poked through the blinds greeting the once occupied couple. That comfortable silence filled the room as they lay there together, taking everything in.
It was then a sudden ringing broke through that pleasant silence with a heavy dose of reality.
“I think that’s you.” Diana spoke softly as she started to get dressed in last night’s clothes, her throat still a bit tender from last night.
“Shit, that might be Susie’s mum about Maya.” Orson lazily got up, pulling some trousers on while checking the time on his cell. Cursing quietly to himself as he listened to the voicemail. “Got about half an hour till I pick up Maya.”
Checking her own messages, Diana groaned at the fact that she had to go into work tomorrow. She tried to remember again why she continued to waitress.
“Yeah, I’ll be needing to get back to my place as well. I’ll call a cab.” She said distractedly as she called up the cab number.
“Are you sure about that, Di? Who knows where that bloody cabby has been. Wanker will get one look at you and try to keep ya to himself.” Orson muttered, “…like I would.”
“Shut up you!” Diana giggled smacking his chest as he pulled her against him. They were chest to chest as she finished the call with him playfully peppering kisses all over her face.
“Gimme your mobile.” He asked, taking the device as she handed it to him. Once he was done, he gave it back. “I’ve programmed my number into it, in case ya know whatever. Like murderous cabbies for instance.” They both laughed. Orson s face grew serious “Or anything really. You let me know, Di and I’ll be there.”
Diana was touched by his sincerity. Like she said before, there was something here. She could feel it blooming. Fate had yet to disclose what it was yet. “Patience!” Her mind chastised. But it was definitely there and now she knew they both could sense it.
She made a quick show of grabbing his cell and programming her own number into it as well as she handed it back. Now they both had each other’s numbers.
A loud honk could be heard out front, making them both grimace. “So this is that.” They both thought as they walked out the front door.
“I’ll see ya then?” Diana looked over at this man she had just met yesterday, shared an amazing night with and yet it was so much more. She felt silly but it was the truth.
“Yea I’ll be seeing ya. Call me I’m serious, I’ll be there.” He stressed as he leaned in to give her one last kiss. The loud horn of the cab startled them out of their bubble.
“Oi! Fuck off cunt!” Orson yelled at the impatient man in the taxi, a frown marring his handsome face.
Diana laughed bringing his attention back on her. “I guess he’s more of a cunt than a murderer, wouldn’t you say?” This made him chuckle, his irritation all but gone.
“I will though, call you that is. And the same goes for you with me too, ya know!?!” She made sure he got it by poking a dainty finger into his hard chest.
“Yes, Di. I will.” He spoke, giving her one last kiss, feeling as if it’d be a while before they met again.
“Okay, I hate goodbyes so I’ll be seeing you, O.” Diana spoke with finality as she made to get in the cab and rolled down the window.
Leaning against the now open car window, Orson replied, “I’ll be seeing you too, Di.”
With one last wave, the taxi drove off. A heavy feeling nestled itself deep inside her gut. It wasn’t dread, more so like it’d be awhile before she saw those azure blue eyes again.
Faceclaims: Diana - Haley Bennett , Orson - Ben Mendelsohn
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