Fic: Run While You Can (NC-17, S/J)
- Title: Run While You Can
Author: Lisea (loonylittlewitch@...)
Author's website: http://www.freewebs.com/draakkon
Summary: Is it hot in here?
Notes: Thanks to my beta.
Dedicated to Webby, my online sex slave and Quidam, who graciously
let me borrow her whip. ;)
She stalks her way through the silvery basement hallways, barefoot,
in the smallest, lightest dress she could find.
Damn the air conditioner for breaking down again.
She heads for the locker room, where she knows he'll be. The doors
slide open, and she stops at the door.
He's still in his uniform. Good.
He turns around, looks at her, and she starts walking towards him
ever so slowly, biting her fingertip. She circles him, runs a finger
along uniformed body as she goes around. She stops before him, runs
her hands up his chest and shoulders, and drags her nails down his
chest, his waist, his hip bones, his thighs, before turning back up,
towards his crotch.... and half an inch before reaching her goal, she
moves her fingers away.
He gasps with disappointment.
She moves back a step, another, before turning around and walking
towards the door. As the doors slide aside, she glances back over her
shoulder with a heated look and a naughty smile.
He starts walking towards her.
She starts walking faster.
He's still coming after her, increases his speed to a light jog.
She takes off, runs towards the elevator, and with the help of her
telekinesis, opens the door.
She hears him closing in on her.
She reaches the elevator, punches the button for the first floor, and
sighs in relief as the doors start closing.
But it's too late.
His hand grabs the door before it closes, and he steps in the
She doesn't have a change to turn around before he pins her to the
wall, her back to his chest. She can feel his hot breath on her neck,
and his erection pressing against her ass.
"Thought you could get away from me, did you? Well, you were wrong."
She whimpers, tries to back up against him, but he pushes her back
against the wall. He slides his hand along her inner thigh, stopping
just short of her sex.
It was her turn to gasp with disappointment.
The elevator door slides open, revealing the dark wood paneling on
the first floor. He stands back, letting her turn around, but keeps
his hand on the wall, just above her ear.
"If you want to run, go ahead. Last chance."
She looks at him, steps past him into the hall. He starts walking
towards her, slowly, surely, like a predator.
She's stepping away from him, backing up towards their room. Then she
turns around, starts running towards the door.
He runs after her, reaches her at the door, grabs her by the waist
and drags her inside so he can lock the door. She kicks herself free,
but he grabs her wrist and pulls her against him.
"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere."
He backs her against the bed, pushes her down on it. She tries to
crawl away, but he's holding her down by her shoulder, and against
him she doesn't stand a chance.
But she doesn't mind, if the heavy breathing is any indication.
He still has his uniform on, and positions himself between her legs
while opening his pants. He reaches up her thigh for her panties and
rips them off.
She whimpers, tries to squirm away. She feels the blunt tip of his
cock teasing her clit, and she whimpers even more.
He thrusts himself in, hard and deep.
She moans and arches against him, tries to scratch him through the
He pulls away her hands, pins them on the bed over her head with one
hand, while the other is stroking her breast as he slams into her.
"Come on, baby. Come on..."
She's gasping for breath, and the fire within her is about to explode
as he thrusts in her over and over again, making the whole bed shake.
She wraps her legs around him, throws her head back and screams as
the fire takes her over from the inside.
He covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, swallowing her
screams. Her wet tongue in his mouth takes him over the edge, as he
pushes himself into her even harder, both hands on her hips as he
comes in her, biting her tongue in the process.
He collapses on her, buries his face against her neck, listens to her
gasp for breath.
Her legs relax from their position and fall limply on the bed, as he
rises up to kiss her. To taste the blood in her mouth.
"Don't be. It doesn't hurt."
"Yeah?" he says, kisses her again. "Then maybe I'll do it harder the