"Isaac laughs remembering "One time we were looking at the monitor and Guillermo said to me, 'A European would never make this movie that we're making. This is a Latino-telenovela version of the story. It is not a coincidence that my Victor Frankenstein isn't being played by an English person, it's being played by Oscar Isaac HernƔndez from Guatemala." Speaking in Spanish with his director was comforting to Isaac. "It was truly the first time I felt like I was making something with a family member. Even though its Mary Shelley, and the story takes place in Geneva and Scotland, I felt so connected to my heritage. It bubbled up from the earth. It felt like an ancestral journey for me." [Frankenstein: Written and Directed by Guillermo del Toro]
Earlier I was reading something I wrote in 2017 and marveling at what my brain was (is?) capable of. It wasn't some great masterpiece but I love Six Days, my sex-filled vacation fling/romance between the enhanced black ops soldier character played by Oscar Isaac in The Bourne Legacy and a Black OC civvy. He barely had lines and didn't even have a name so totally free real estate. It started with this scene, where the other character guesses that he got punished because he fell in love, which he doesn't deny. His only reactions are these faces--which grabbed me by the throat and shook me--and to change the subject and walk away:
Ooo that lil left eye twitch in the second one.
Anyway, I both love and hate writing sex scenes because they're a challenge but I'm pretty proud of what I did with this fic so I'm posting two sex scenes here because I can. Minors look away.
From Chapter 3:
He let her into the room first, locked up, and then stood watching dumbly as she went around to the nightstand and brought out the single strip of condoms he'd left behind.Ā
"Condoms take all the spontaneity out of sex," she said, glaring at them in her hand before looking up at him.Ā Her gaze was heated, her cheeks flushed.Ā "Come over here."
He dropped the bag he'd brought in and went, thinking again about oxytocin.Ā "Are you feeling spontaneous?Ā What about your nap?"
"Shhh.Ā Too much talking.Ā We talked too much today and now I just want to..."Ā Instead of finishing, she tossed the condoms on the bed and began to undress him. He stood still and silent, letting her be the aggressor, lifting his arms for her to get the shirt off, not offering any help while she wrestled his belt loose and worked the button and zip of his shorts open then let them drop.Ā She slid her hand down, stroking his cock through his underwear, thumbing the wet spot over the straining head.Ā "Looks like you want that, too," she said, giving him a squeeze.
God help him, he did.Ā "Jesus Asha.Ā Yeah.Ā Just tell me what to do."
Instead of answering, she planted a hand on his chest, pushed him down onto the bed, and finished getting him naked.Ā He heard the rustle of cloth as she removed something, her shorts judging by the sound of the snap, and then she made a soft sound of horny distress that made him lift his head to watch as she slipped her panties off.Ā Wetness glistened on her thighs and her swollen clit peeked out of the neatly trimmed bush there.Ā Holding his gaze, she touched herself and made that sound again, a sighing moan that made his cock achingly hard.Ā
"Fuck," he croaked, "come up here please."
She unwound the wrap from her head, letting her braids spill down.Ā She crawled over him and he followed, trying to hand her the condoms but she brushed his hand away and kept going until they were up near the hand-carved wooden headboard.Ā Hovering over his chest, she smiled down at him, trying to look unaffected but he could see her thighs trembling on either side of his head.Ā "You know what to do."Ā
Goddamn right, he did.Ā Settling into the pillows, he grabbed her ass and brought her down to his mouth.Ā He didn't waste any time teasing, just went straight to work sucking her clit with an intensity that caught her off guard.Ā She let out a cry, one hand braced against the wall, the other groping for the headboard for support.Ā He offered his hand and she took it, entwining their fingers as she rolled her hips.Ā Her face was a study in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her brow furrowed, her teeth catching her bottom lip again and again.Ā Her breath came faster, her hand squeezing his tighter.Ā He sucked harder, needing her to lose her shit ASAP, because the sooner she did, the sooner he could be inside her and right now, he needed that almost more than he needed his next breath.Ā Moving his other hand down, he traced her slick lips, driving her closer to the edge.Ā His fingers wandered, grazed her asshole, and she bucked like she'd been hit with a stun gun.Ā He could hear her heartbeat accelerating, could feel it where he held her in his mouth.Ā She took five little gasping breaths and then she was gone. Ā Ā
"God," she said, her voice quavering as she came back down.Ā After wriggling out of her top and bra, she pushed her hair out of her face and sat back, one hand patting around on the bed.Ā "Where are the condoms?"
"Way ahead of you."Ā He'd freed the hand she'd been mangling and got one on as soon as she finished coming.Ā He guided her hands to his chest and touched her hips lightly.Ā "Back up or I'm going to embarrass myself."
She eased back but not enough.Ā "Does that mean you want me?"
"It does.Ā I do."Ā He couldn't stop himself from pumping his hips at the air in frustration.Ā "I need to be inside you."
Leaning down, she kissed him, then swiped her hand across his chin.Ā "Your face is a mess."
"A sign of a job well done.Ā Now quit stalling and fuck me."
"If you're going to ask like that..." she said, grinning, and moved back the rest of the way.Ā Between her wetness and his hardness, he slid right in, hands-free.Ā They fit together perfectly and despite how amazingly it felt, he couldn't help but feel a pang of despair that in a few days this would be just a memory.
Asha sat up again, sucking in a breath as she sank down fully onto him, her head lolling back, the curled ends of the tiny braids tickling his thighs.Ā "I think I'm coming all over again."
His hands had been on her tits, pinching the way he knew she liked.Ā He drew one down her front, enjoying the way her muscles tensed in the wake of his touch.Ā "You think?Ā Let's make sure," he said, pressing his thumb to her hard clit.Ā It was good, so good, but just as good was hearing the sounds she made and watching her face as they moved together.Ā She tightened up, definitely coming again, her inner muscles clenching and releasing, tipping him over the edge.Ā He jack-knifed up and wrapped his arms around her, probably squeezing too tight, moaning into her mouth when she held him in return, one hand in his hair, the other clutching his back.
"I'll never forget this," she whispered against his lips.Ā "Never forget you."
"I won't either," he managed, his throat tight with emotion.Ā He knew his face gave nothing away; he was an expert when he had to be.Ā His eyes were another story so he kept them shut and hugged her closer for a moment before letting her go to sprawl out on his back.Ā
He should have hauled his sorry ass out of bed and cleaned up but he couldn't seem to move.Ā He let Asha do the honors and lazily admired her butt as she crossed the room to deposit a messy handful of tissue into the trash.Ā He'd never felt so sated and like nothing, absolutely nothing else, mattered at that moment.Ā Governments crumbling, wars raging, the world burning down, he gave not a single fuck.Ā For three more daysāmore like 2 1/2āhe was out of the equation, not on-call to interfere on behalf of the US ofĀ A, his shadow hand still and empty.Ā He had a sudden ridiculous urge to spill his guts and tell her what a piece of shit she was dealing with.Ā Ā Ā
Asha came out of the bathroom and flopped face-down on the bed, still naked.Ā He filled his empty hand with her magnificent ass and she mumbled something into the mattress.Ā A few minutes passed where he thought she'd fallen asleep but then she turned her head and gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile.Ā "Don't let me sleep too long.Ā Clock is ticking."
No, he couldn't unburden himself, couldn't tell her things that would literally endanger her life if she knew them, things that would probably make her hate him.Ā He had to have her for every remaining minute, every last fucking second.Ā He didn't deserve Asha's magic but he was going to take it all the same.Ā When their clock ran out, he'd disappear, be a shadow again.Ā Be no one.
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From Chapter 5:
"Wait...are you sure about your ankle?" she asked, giggling and gasping as he kissed,Ā nibbled, and licked.
"Fuck my ankle.Ā I could be in a full body cast and still figure out a way to make you come.Ā They leave a slit for your mouth, right?"
She shrieked with laughter, delighted by this sudden smutty turn.Ā "Are you sure you didn't bump your head while you were underwater?"
"First you question my health, now my sanity."Ā He gave her a stern look then ruined it with a dirty grin.Ā "I'm good."Ā That was a massive understatement in all ways.Ā While she was distracted, he'd worked his way down to her pussy and was pulling her closer to his beautiful mouth.
"I'm kind of gross."Ā
"So am I.Ā Are you going to make me stop giving you the best head of your life for a shower?"
She smiled, petting his hair.Ā "Well, when you put it like that..."
"I like the way you taste and how you smell.Ā It's us."Ā He inhaled to prove it and hummed his appreciation.Ā "How much time do we have?"
"We don't have to be there until 5."
"Yes," he said, his warm breath on her making her squirm with need.
With past lovers, Asha would often fantasize about other things to get off.Ā Not with Gabriel.Ā She was fully present for every touch, every kiss.Ā He made as much noise as she did while he was going down on her.Ā And the way that he knew just what to do at any given momentāit was like he could read her mind.Ā It was no exaggeration to say it truly was the best head she'd ever had.
She watched him down the length of her body, raked her fingers through his hair, slid her hand lower to touch his working jaw and to spread herself for him.Ā His eyes had been closed but now they opened slowly and she was swallowed up in his deep brown gaze while he drove her higher and higher.Ā Then she couldn't watch anymore, she had to close her eyes and just feel:Ā the light bite of his fingertips where he held her legs wide, the occasional brush of his scruff against her tender skin, the unfaltering flick of his tongue.Ā He moaned his encouragement as she circled her hips.Ā Close, so close.Ā She couldn't keep her hands off of herself, couldn't be still, could barely breathe.Ā At the exact moment she thought her heart might give out, she came, her entire body stiffening, back arching at the delicious shock of it and then her muscles going lax as the pleasure spread slowly outward from where he was coaxing out each pulse with only the tip of his tongue, until she groaned and wriggled away.Ā
She was lying there, languid and drifting, when he began to kiss his way back up her body.Ā "Keep going," she murmured, not giving him a chance to ease inside her just yet.Ā He made noises of protest and put up a half-assed fight but when she opened her eyes, he was where she wanted him, kneeling over her chest, one hand hanging loose by his side and the other mostly hiding his cock as he held it to his belly, his face a mix of lust and bashful awkwardness.Ā "Let me," she whispered, adjusting the pillows under her shoulders and neck and brushing his hand away.Ā He sucked in a breath when she laid her hands on him and she could feel his muscles jumping under her palms as she touched everything she could reach:Ā soft skin, marred here and there with scars, hard muscle, the hair on his thighs a crisp, tickly contrast to the soft fur on his belly and chest.Ā Finally, she tasted him, a swipe of her tongue from base to tip while her fingers played lower.Ā "Give it to me," she said, and he did, gripping his cock and angling to her mouth.Ā She teased with a kiss, her tongue in his slit, her lips around nothing but the head, bumping his squeezing fist.Ā
"Look at you," he said, his hand falling away.Ā
"Yeah, keep looking.Ā Watch me."Ā This most intimate of acts was for her as much as it was for him.Ā This time was for more than pleasure.Ā She had to commit him to memory:Ā his taste, his scent, how he felt against her tongue and under her fingers.Ā Ā She took him down, watched him struggle to keep his eyes on her, felt his heartbeat in her mouth, and his guttural groan in her pussy, in her bones.Ā It didn't last nearly as long as she would have liked but he still gave her everything she wanted.Ā Some wordless thing, there in his fingers on her face and in her hair, in the ragged rhythm of his breath and the sound of her name in his mouth when he came, in the flex of his hips, a bit rough and out of control, she wanted that too.
FAVOURITE!!! I re-watched Bourne Legacy the other night actually (still think itās the underrated gem of the series if Iām honest) and I still think of Oscarās character as Gabriel because of this fic. If you havenāt read it, find it and read it. @badcircuit is a genius.
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