Author's Note: Hello readers! What you'll find here is a collection of stories that, quite frankly, have no business in the continuity of my main storyline and serve as out-of-character stuff. Expect things to be wrong from the main continuity as well, since these are all written from one character's perspective, and she doesn't have all the details. The title should be pretty self-explanatory, but to keep things in perspective, I'll be adding a little something to give you an idea of the timeframe, as these won't be in chronological order, instead just sort of happening as they do. So, without further ado, bring forth the mindless fluff smut.
The Hacienda
Sometime around the tail end of 'To Catch the Wind'
"Kris is finally here!" Maddie called out, when the Zeta system recognized their fearless leader. "Finally! Get over here, we're playing a game!"
"Alright." Kris said, coming over and taking a seat on the couch where Maddie had patted it. The rest of the team was spread out in the living room, all in plain clothes and looking comfortable. "What are we playing?"
"Pickups." Maddie said, taking a drink of her beer. "It's like spin the bottle, except instead of kissing, you have to give the other person a pickup line."
"Well, I'm out." Kris said, trying to get up.
"No, no no no, you're stuck here now. C'mon, it's all in good fun." Maddie argued. "Here, you can go first." She said, and drained the last of her beer, before handing the bottle to Kris.
"Okay, fine." Kris huffed, setting the bottle on the table and giving it a spin. "No cheating." He said, leveling a gaze at Deke.
"Not on my agenda brosef." Deke said, with Aasha curled up next to him. Speaking of her though, she saw the open end of the bottle aiming right at her in short order.
"Oh good, I want to hear a pickup line from an asexual." Aasha said, and leaned forward to give Kris her full and undivided attention. "Fifty fifty it's either horrible or my pants are going to fly off."
"The former I'm sure." Kris said, and cleared his throat. "So, Aasha, if I could build a machine that measured beauty, I couldn't let you near it for fear of it overloading."
"That's not awful at all!" She exclaimed while the rest of the team giggled like stoned teenagers. "That was very sweet Kris, thank you. Is it my turn to spin?"
Maddie nodded. "Go for it chick, but you have to re-spin if it lands on Deke. Will, same with me, Liho and Pacifica, same rules apply."
"Got it." Aasha said and gave the beer bottle a spin. She watched it spin, trying to get something in mind, but when it landed on Liho, she felt like she had to re-evaluate her plan of attack.
"All in fun Pacifica." Aasha said, glancing at the Atlantean woman before looking at him. "Liho, I like climbing mountains, and from the look of your pants I've got a new summit to reach."
That one drew some noise, and fortunately, a serious fit of giggles from Pacifica. She nudged Liho, who reached over and gave the bottle a spin. It went around several times and came to stop in front of Will.
"Oh hell." He muttered, and glanced at Liho. "Hit me."
"Okay, this weird. Uh, hey brah, how many planets are there?" Liho asked, looking obviously uncomfortable at the situation.
"Nine if you count Pluto." Will answered, reaching for his own drink and taking a nip from it.
"It'll be eight after I destroy Uranus." Liho said, to the collective jaw droppings and more of the racket they'd been kicking up.
"Holy shit dude, damn." Will said, redfaced. "I think you just permanently secured my heterosexuality. Guess it's my go though." He said, reached over, and gave the bottle his own spin. It went round and round before slowing to a stop in front of Ingrid.
"Let's hear it Will." Ingrid said with an expectant look.
"So Ingrid, I've been having this dream where I die in battle, and it's you that I always see at the end coming to collect. If that's how I'm going to go, I'm perfectly okay with it." He said, hoping he got his mythology correct. Apparently so, since she grew red in the face and took on a bashful expression.
"I'd let you buy me a drink for that." She said, leaning forward to grab the bottle. "Maybe even dance with you."
"Converted into modern currency, that's a blowie in the parking lot." Maddie said. "Well done. Spin it chick."
Ingrid gave it a spin and took a deep breath. It landed on Deke, and she smiled at him. "Can't call you Cowboy, right?"
"I don't even dare that." Aasha said. "And I get to sleep with him."
"Okay then, here goes." Ingrid said. "When the wind blows over the mountains and carries the bitter chill of the winter, it leaves me frozen to my core. I look out the window in the hopes that you'll come to me and light the fire I so long to burn in. Will you be the flame that brings me back to life?"
"Woah." Deke said, blinking away the stunned silence that had fallen over the entire team. "Wow. Damn. That's uh, wow."
"That turned me on." Pacifica said, similarly shocked.
They carried on for a while after that, well into the later hours of the night. The goings-on were interrupted unfortunately, sending Will, Aasha, and several others into the breach to handle a situation in Cairo. That, however, left Maddie alone, and a Maddie alone with ideas was a dangerous thing.
She didn't write often, and she never showed what she wrote to anyone, preferring to keep it for herself. The inspiration from tonight though, demanded she write something, so she grabbed her laptop, popped it open, and began typing.
A Valkyrie needs more – by Madeline B. Endicott
Ingrid walked up the stairs in the Hacienda, there was only one thought on her mind as she carried on her mission, and it was a mission. An idea that had started with a spark had turned into a significant burning, and now, she could think of nothing else.
She paused outside the door of her teammate's room, her hand hesitating over the door, but it opened in spite of her pause. "I heard you thinking." Deke said, gesturing for her to step in. Still dressed in his simple streetclothes, he was lounging on his bed with his tablet propped up against his chest, a perfectly chiseled chest so far as Ingrid was concerned, attached to the rest of a body hewn from stone.
"Can we talk for a minute?" She asked, pulling up one of the chairs from the small table every room had. He could feel the anxiety and trepidation coming off of her like a tidal wave, leaving him curious as to why she chose to visit.
"Yeah, go for it." He said, setting his tablet aside and sitting up to give her his full attention. When she stole a glance at him, her eyes settled on his piercing green gaze, so full of intensity but tempered with a thoughtful kindness. She had to try and fight the flush and chill that threatened to crawl over her body.
"You're a skilled psychic." She said plainly, but the surprised look on his face made it seem like it wasn't such a plain concept for him.
"I mean, I reckon. There's better out there but I think I do okay." He replied, curious as to why she was so red in the face and chest. She could spend all day in the sun and her alabaster skin would never burn, so that wasn't it.
"Mustang, I need your help, and you're the only one I trust to do it." She said to him, mustering every bit of her incredible courage to even broach the subject. "I've lived my life untouched, completely. I've never even kissed anyone, but you, you can enter my thoughts, and show me what I'm missing."
"I what now?" He asked, leaning back in surprise. "You're askin' me to, I mean, you want to, am I even hearin' you right?" He asked, his southern drawl thickening in surprise. He didn't even notice he did it, a dangerous thing around some of the women in his life.
"Mustang, I long to be made a woman, but I can't give up my gifts. I've traded never being intimate in my life to save others, and it's a cruel price to pay. I'll pay it, but I can't keep living my life so distanced from people. I just want to be touched, I want to be kissed and held, I want to be filled. Call me old fashioned but I'm a woman and I want to have a man, even just once, so I have the memories to last me forever. Please, help me. You're the only person I trust that has the ability to let me have both." She pleaded, trying desperately and failing to keep a tear out of her eye. Ingrid was tough as nails, and truly powerful, there was no denying it, but she, like all people, had needs. Needs she was required to ignore, and their powerful call was coming due.
"I uh, well, uhm." He muttered, as red in the face as she was at her impassioned request. He was a kept man, and an honorable one, something that gave Ingrid reason to trust him at all with this delicate mission. He couldn't just give her what she asked for, there were other's feelings to consider. "I'll have to make a call or two."
"Please, let me know." She asked, stood up, and placed a simple kiss on his forehead, before stepping out of his bedroom. "Hopefully sooner than later."
He watched her walk out the door, and when she did, he flicked a finger to lock his room. Either she hadn't noticed, or hadn't mentioned the effect her request had on him, and he was looking down the barrel of his own loaded gun when he glanced at his lap. "Damn girl." He muttered, and picked up his phone. He had a conversation and a half to have with his fiancée, the undeniably beautiful and incredibly dangerous Batgirl. He wouldn't withhold this from her, it wasn't the kind of man he was to keep secrets from the women he loved. One more charming thing about a man made up of charming things.
An hour later, there was a knock at Ingrid's own door. "Just a moment!" she called out, hastily rushing to her small bathroom to wash her wetness from her fingers, she was polite that way. Drying them on her simple dress, she opened the door and saw Mustang standing there, a calm look on his face.
"Shoe's on the other foot now. Mind if I step in?" He asked, though she was already moving out of the way to allow him entry to her own room. (I need to get into her room sometime or another, I have no idea what she's done with it. – ME)
"Please do. I hope I didn't upset you earlier." Ingrid said, shy as a schoolgirl. "And please, have a seat."
"Thanks." Deke said, pulling up a chair. "Let's have a talk, me and you." He offered. She closed and locked her door, and took the chair opposite him, finding herself staring into his green eyes again. Absently, she was deciding she had a type, and that type had green eyes.
"Okay." She said, still choking back her fear and anticipation. She had no way of knowing what had happened in the hour since approaching him with her problem, and no idea if the Batgirl was going to be furious for her approaching him, or accepting of the situation on account of already having Aasha in their life. (Lucky little bitch. – ME)
"You had to know I was going to call the missus." He said to her. She nodded and refocused herself, so he gave her the time before continuing. "And apparently, she's comfortable with the idea if I am."
He couldn't miss the delighted expression that came over her, nor could he miss the conflict of emotions that followed it when she realized she had a thousand different questions and concerns. How would this even work to begin with? "So, I thought about it for a while. There's a lot I don't know about my powers Ingrid. Batgirl and I were already pretty smitten with each other the first time we did anything involving psychic contact. I kind of avoid doing psychic things with Ash for the same reason; I'm not a hundred percent sure about this. It's a pretty serious bonding between two people, mental sex notwithstanding. I don't want to accidentally do anything to you that you don't want for yourself."
"I'm willing to accept the risk Mustang. I'm blessed with a strong willpower, and I'm so accustomed to unrequited feelings that it wouldn't matter either way. I just, I see Liho and Pacifica being happy. I see Maddie and Will now too, and of course you and Aasha. I'm surrounded by such joy and I want a taste of it. It's worth it." She said, reaching over and touching his hands, before pulling them away. Batgirl had given the go ahead for psychic sex, there was nothing said about physical contact.
Though, he dispelled that worry quickly by taking her hands in his and squeezing them, a warm, kind smile on his face. He could tell how nervous she was without his powers. "Okay then. I've got all evening, and if you're willing to accept the risk, then I'd be happy to be your sort-of first. You're on your own pace though."
"What do we do? Do I have to get undressed? I should probably have a shower and shave my legs first, shouldn't I? That's the polite thing to do, right? Should I shave the rest too?" She asked, firing off a mile a minute at him. To his credit, he just kept smiling at her, and patted her hands.
"We'd be sitting on your bed, face to face, completely dressed. If you want a shower beforehand, it's for your benefit, not mine. We're all nice and clean in our own minds if that's what we want." He said patiently. He was the perfect storm for a woman. Kind, mannered, and oh-so-very hot, with the best part being he didn't even know it.
"Oh, okay, well, shall we go ahead and get this going then?" She asked, coming to her feet easily with the weight of concern coming off her shoulders. She entertained the thought of flashing him, just to break the tension, but she still felt like she was on a tenuous thread with what she'd requested.
"Sure, no time like right now." He said, and gestured towards her bed. She got up on it and sat down towards the head of the bed, nearly sitting on one of her pillows, so he took his position at the foot of the bed, facing her. "Okay, the only part of your body that I need to touch is your hands, mostly to make use of the contact." (I'm glad I paid attention when Babs finally told the story of their first time. – ME )
Ingrid nodded and took hold of his offered hands, steadying herself with a deep breath. He looked at her and just breathed with her, nice and calm. "You'll feel a pushing, but you'll have to let me in. I'm not going to kick the door down on you. Now, before I start, are you absolutely certain, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you want to go through with this? Whatever's giving you your powers might actually count this."
"Dreams and prophecy are common in the stories of my people, and this is just a dream. If I'm wrong about my own heritage, I deserve to lose my gifts." Ingrid said with the kind of finality that was impossible to doubt. To cement it, she pulled his hands tighter to her body, and scooted herself closer to him. "I'm ready."
"Okay." Deke said calmly, and closed his eyes, prompting her to do the same. Ingrid wasn't sure what to expect, and had no idea what he meant by pushing, until she felt exactly that. Similar to a sinus headache, though not painful, it began slowly, and built up at that same pace, leaving her curious what he meant by letting him in. She assumed this was part of the cost of doing business, figuring it out for herself, and tried putting herself into a welcoming mindset.
That seemed to do it, as she suddenly felt that pressure break and strange new sensations begin flooding her mind. Her thoughts, a jumble of desires and confusion, became coherent and controlled, while her body felt like she was flying along to who knows where.
It all came together when she found herself standing in a vast black nothingness, just her for a minute before she began seeing the shape of him materialize in the void along with her. "So, this is it?" she asked him, curious. "My mind is boring."
"Your mind is blank, not boring. This is all up to you, so let's make something happen. It's nice I'm dating a painter, I've got good metaphors for this. So, big brushes first, is it day or night where you want to be in here?" he asked, sailing close to her and taking her hands to comfort and embolden her.
It helped, that contact, and she took advantage of it. "It's twili… er, dusk. It's dusk where we'll be." She said, and a low light flooded her vision, the moment she willed it to happen. "Wow, that's amazing!"
"It really is. I never get over it either. Now, we know what time of day, let's figure out where we are." He suggested, waving his arms at the same vast emptiness. "Put some ground under our feet if that's what you want."
"Yeah, I like that." She replied, and began thinking about places. Several places came and went in rapid order, the world rippling and changing over a dozen times while she settled on a location, and settle, she did. The environment coalesced and hardened, taking on real shape, when she made up her mind, leaving them standing in a field of green grass and small purple flowers. Snow covered mountains loomed not too far in the distance, while the coast was near enough to hear and smell as well as see.
"Where are we?" He asked, still gently steering her to finalize her thoughts. He couldn't deny she'd dreamed up a beautiful place, ruling in here as a deity might rule over the Earth, with an absolute authority. He both respected and admired her for accomplishing it.
"Norway, actually. I came here on a dig once when I was a girl. I always thought it was beautiful." Ingrid said, running her fingers along the stalk of one of those plants with the purple flowers, tickling her palms once more.
"So right here in the field?" he asked, still guiding her along. "There's a romance to that."
"Thanks, but, I want a bed. Old fashioned, remember?" she said, and refocused herself on the task at hand. Near to them, a house began to just happen. Built in the old Nordic style, she willed it to be warm and comfortable, but still she walked with him towards it, intent on inspecting her thoughts.
"I like this, it's very honest." He said, avoiding the word simple, even though that's really what it was.
"Thank you," she replied to him with a blush, this time having nothing to do with her desire. She'd appreciated the compliment as honest meant a good deal to her. "Let's look inside." She said when they got to the door, opening the simple wooden affair to see what she'd always imagined her ancestors lived within. It was hewn from the Earth, but it was clean, and indeed warm. Together, they stepped further in and saw a long table filled with food, and off in the corner, a large bed covered in soft furs.
"I think you might have found your ideal setting Ingrid." He told her, running his hands along the walls and furniture. "This is pretty badass."
"Thank you Mustang." She said, turning to him, taking him by his shirt, and pulling him towards the bed in the corner of the room with an insistence she didn't know she had. "Now, please stop flattering me, and make love to me."
Taken aback by her sudden insistence, he could only stop for a minute to collect himself. "Okay then, shall we?" he offered, guiding her into the bed where they both knelt in front of each other. "Tell me what you want to do."
"Are you asking for dirty talk?" She asked with a snicker. When he shook his head, she continued. "I don't need all of the games. I just want to make love, that's it. Just, honest lovemaking."
"Okay, that's perfectly doable." He said, leaned into her, pulled her close, and kissed her. The action surprised her, and when he wrapped one hand up in her wild tangle of red hair, and grasped her ass with the other, she could only make a pleased noise and get into the spirit of the moment with him. She kissed him back, clutching at his chest and arms, letting her fingers explore his body.
Their tongues dueled as surely as a pitched battle as she pushed tighter into him, trying to feel all of him as much as offering the same from her. It wasn't happening fast enough though, she wanted skin on skin and she wanted it now, so she broke the kiss reluctantly, grasped his shirt, and pulled it off of him with the kind of desire that only a virgin on a collision course could have.
Not one to be outdone, he pulled the laces of her wide leather belt (what's that thing called? I need to ask her. – ME) free, tossed it, and then all but yanked her dress off of her body, feeling the mood and pace she was trying to set and going along with it.
Being suddenly bared left her shy for a minute, and she reflexively covered her body up with her arms. He watched her, not pushing the moment, and was surprised at what he was seeing. Subtle changes overtook her, slight things that he might not have noticed if there weren't so many happening all at once. Her breasts swelled, her body took on more slender, feminine lines, the bright red tangle of hair between her legs faded, her facial features grew more perfectly symmetrical, and her musculature faded into softness.
"You're self-idealizing." He said to her. "Don't do that. Be yourself, remember this as you are, not as you want to be. Not many women get their fantasies fulfilled, don't go changing yourself because you think you have to, to be one of them."
"Oh," she said with a red face, and tried to feel more herself than the idealized woman she was trying to become. She listened to him, though she kept her wild garden under control, as much for herself as anything else. She wanted some measure of cinema perfection at least. "Well, this is me."
"You're beautiful Ingrid." He said, grabbed her, and kissed her again. This time, he pushed against her shoulders, taking her down to the bed where the soft fur tickled and caressed her bare back. She couldn't fight the instincts within her, and wrapped her legs around him, moaning when he began kissing along her neck. His hands found her breasts before long, and she fell in love with the way a strong hand cupped and squeezed them, causing her to moan a little louder.
She grabbed his head, getting her fingers into his blonde hair and pushed him down as much as she scooted up, giving him permission to go further in no uncertain terms. In the mix of firelight and sunset, warm orange light filling the ancient house, her skin and hair lit ablaze, burning brighter when she felt his tongue and lips brush her painfully stiff nipples. She cooed in pleasure from it, the new sensation both puzzling and exciting to her.
He didn't waste her time just playing with her breasts. Her insistence was still powerful, so he kissed further down her hardened stomach, almost like he knew a thing or two about women with tight abdomens. The tickling of his facial scruff was perfect to her, just enough to not spoil the mood, and when his kisses dipped below her bellybutton, a shiver crossed her body like a roll of thunder across the bay.
"You don't have to," she said, when his kissing carried towards her sex. "I don't even know how to," she carried on, though he glanced up at her with a kind and patient look.
"You don't have to. Your fantasy, remember?" He said, and nestled between her legs. He caught her looking at him, and put on a face like he was about to experience a rare treat, helping her feel more confident about the new situation. He observed her sex, so shy and hidden within her body, her lower lips close and her button remarkably small for a woman of her physique.
She hissed when he kissed her sex proper, the tingle within her growing exponentially the moment she felt his lips touch her, while a shiver came next when he first licked across her. Every sensation was new to her, exciting her further with every inch of her being touched by another for the first time.
She whimpered and moaned as he kept his mouth against her lower lips, and decided she adored the way he probed deeper with his tongue and fingertips. It reminded her of what she'd come there to do, and left her conflicted as to whether to stop him or not. She wanted to keep things moving along, but she was enjoying this too.
He answered that for her when his tongue brushed up against her swollen nib, the intensity of the pleasure from it startling her into a bizarre clarity of mind. This, she wanted this, she wanted his tongue against it, not stopping until it was over. It was clear, apparently, as he followed her desires to the T, flicking and fluttering his tongue across her button, using every trick he'd learned from his lovers, making it a gift that kept giving.
She shrieked suddenly when orgasm claimed her. No stranger to the act of climax, this had taken her by surprise. She was so accustomed to her own hands and her own pace that having it done for her, and with a soft tongue instead of rough blacksmith's hands, became something so entirely new and different. "Okay, okay, please," she begged off, pushing against him even as he slowed his pace.
"It's time. I want this." She said breathlessly, coming up off the bed and grabbing the waistband of his pants to pull him back towards her. When he took no action to stop her, she pushed his pants down to see him spring out towards her. She eyed it hungrily, but grasped it tentatively. She had no idea what in the world to do with it, how to touch it, but she needed to know how it felt in her hand. She couldn't finish this waking dream without that at least.
It seemed to work for him, so far as she could tell, or else he was selling it for her benefit. She'd ask later, she told herself, but he seemed to have noticed her thoughts pulling off track. "You're ready?" he asked, once more. So considerate.
She nodded, and he pulled her body to his again in another crashing kiss, this one bringing her fully onto the bed again, where she could feel the tip of him brush against her opening. He didn't break this kiss, but she could feel him working his knees around to put himself in line with her. Once he had, he held there, waiting patiently for her to make the next move, allowing her to take charge of her sexual destiny.
Reluctantly, she released his muscled back with one hand, took hold of his spear, and pulled him into her. When his tip pressed against her folds, she shivered, released her grip on it, and then put her hands low on his back to fully guide him within her. "Don't hold back." She whispered into his ear. She knew what she wanted, and it was a hair's breadth within her already.
Deke pushed further, going to his full, and causing her back to arch off the bed, putting her breasts into the streaming light of sunset as she called out, her voice clear and beautiful. He held there for a time, letting her fully understand the depth of what had happened, and explore all of her feelings concerning it. She trusted him, had in fact put her life in his hands before, and he'd not disappointed. Nor had he disappointed here. She was a woman now, whole and true.
She noticed a fleeting waver in their world, but there was no time for curiosity as he began sliding away from her before driving into her again. She might have sought to be made a woman, but Ingrid was a warrior first and foremost, she didn't need gentle caresses and soft kisses and easy lovemaking. She wanted Thor to recognize the impacts of their bodies coming together and feel jealous of it, and he was giving it to her.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her body, each driving impact of his spear causing her body to arch in waves as she lifted her hips to meet his. She forced her eyes open, and saw a patient, caring look on his face which brought a pleased, though certainly lust-filled expression to hers. Her hands wandered over his back as he gave her what she'd been seeking.
She whimpered and sucked in breath as they made love, though she tried with all her might to sound tough about it. Above her, his own breathing was calm, though he exhaled with force every time he thrust within her. Each of those thrusts pushed her further, carrying her along in pleasure as the intensity and emotional involvement gave way to sexual fulfillment for her. Surely her body could be no more primed. Her skin was flush, and growing slick with sweat while his spear was being covered in her own body's welcoming. Her breasts never looked better as she lay upon her back, peaked by nipples that were wonderfully stimulated as they dragged along his chest in their motion.
He leaned his head down and kissed her ear, before whispering into it. "Thank you for showing me your perfect moment." He said softly, breaking the intensity for only an instant, before leaning back to get a different angle, and giving it to her faster. The increase in pace was perfect for her, illustrated best by her grabbing around his arms to keep hold of him.
"There!" she called out several beautiful minutes later. He'd hit a spot that worked especially well for her, and upon her insistence, kept at it. A light grew within her, her anticipation at experiencing her first orgasm as woman building it even brighter until it exploded, bringing a scream to her lips. She let it wash over her, filling her from her core to her fingers and toes, leaving her swearing her hair had turned to actual fire from it. A warrior at her heart however, she didn't submit to her own body, just enjoying it, before rolling on the bed with him.
Not missing a beat, his hands moved up her body to hold her breasts as she rocked on him out of instinct, riding him for everything they were worth. "I want to see it when you find your finish." She asserted through panting breath, still rocking against his spear, her womanhood, for now that's exactly what it was, gripping him in a refusal to let go.
"Of course." He said in a comfortably pleased tone. It was apparent he was enjoying it, the look on his face one of calm contentment. As she rode him, he squeezed her breasts, careful to remember they were attached, and let his fingers work over her in his own exploration of her battle hardened body.
Another brightness flashed within her after she leaned forward with arched back, finding that particular placement ideal. She called out again, this time gripping the pillow upon which he'd rested his head as her sex rippled against his spear. "One more and I think I'm done." She said breathlessly, coming off of him and giving him room to sit up, though not before she took hold of him against, feeling her wetness covering him.
"What do you want?" he asked, and got answered when she went to her hands and knees. "Oh Ingrid, let me show you a thing. It's much better like this." He said, and pushed gently on her back, between her shoulders, bearing her down to the mattress. She followed his guide, and didn't miss the caress of his fingertips up her spine as he moved his hands back to grasp her hips. Those same hands took hold of her firmly as he placed himself at her entrance again, before impaling her.
"Odin's beard yes!" She called out, several spots that she enjoyed getting hit all getting their due at once. She'd found her favorite of the classical three, and soon found herself matching his pace, bouncing her hips back at him like the rhythm of the waves on the ocean. "Don't hold back." She all but commanded, and was not disappointed when he obeyed her. The hard, almost punishing impact of his hips into her backside, the way his sack bounced against her nib, all of it was amazing, incredible, and so perfectly fulfilling.
No more a child, touching herself absently in exploration. No more a girl, handling her own business and wiping her hands on her dress. Now, now she was a woman, taking a man as a woman does. Another bright spot formed in her core, causing her muscles to clench and her stomach to tighten even as she felt her sex clench him. Once more, she screamed, longer and louder than before as that explosion moved so agonizingly slowly across her body.
That reaction was overwhelming, and despite her sudden and arbitrary decision that he might have been one of the children of the Aesir (Vanir? The internet is really sketchy about this. Am I shitting on her religion or something? – ME), he was still a mortal man and no mortal man could contain himself at such a reaction. "I'm uh, it's happening if you're still interested." He said, fighting to stave it off long enough to honor her request.
Exhausted, she found the bottom of her well of energy and flipped herself over. She wanted to see what her body had wrought in their union, and when it splashed across her breasts and stomach, she could feel nothing but pride in her own work. She, a woman now, had brought him to his full.
Their world began dissolving, too quickly for Ingrid's tastes, leaving her back in the Hacienda, her heart racing, her right hand absently clutching a breast while her left was tucked under the hem of her dress, and quite clearly soaking her fingers and making a mess of her blanket. She didn't need a mirror to see the redness of her skin and the sweat on her brow, she could feel it. "Oh, oh my, uh, oh, ooh, I'm sorry."
Deke shook his head and noticed he needed a change of shorts in quick order. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize." He said, not sure he could even move. "Just, here, move my arm." He said, holding his left hand out and bracing it with his powers.
"Yeah, sure." She muttered, took his hand, and pushed against it, moving it an inch or two with little difficulty, which seemed to suit him fine. "Why?"
"Making sure you didn't lose your powers." He muttered, feeling embarrassed at having came in his pants from the experiencing, and trying to find a way to hide it. He wasn't fast enough, and had apparently drawn too much attention by trying not to draw attention.
"I made you do that?" She asked, as he rolled off the bed to readjust everything, looking as comical as she'd ever seen him before.
He nodded, red in his own face. "Yeah, that was all you Ingrid." He said, wishing he'd invited her to his room for this, so he could change, instead of having to scoot down the hall to do it. They'd been busy long enough that he could feel and hear the team back from Cairo already.
"Good, I've done what I've set to do." She said, came off the bed as well, and took him into an embrace, kissing him once on the lips but keeping it classy. "I will never, ever forget this Mustang."
"No, you won't. I etched it into your memory when you said you wanted to keep it forever. The least I could do." He said to her. "But, speaking of memories, if she asks, will you give me permission to show her?"
"Yes, I would happily allow that. I owe her that much for granting her blessing in the first place. I'm sorry though, and I feel an absolute bitch for this, but I never considered Daeva's feelings in this." Ingrid said, when she was curious which 'she' he was referring to.
"She'd suggested I offer this to you a week ago. You're not fooling anyone in the workshop." He said, taking her back in for another close hug. "That's why I was so surprised when you asked me to try it. I wasn't sure if she'd mentioned it to you."
"That's a relief, but I'm still going to apologize to her. Mustang, Deke, thank you. Thank you so much." She said, her body finally returning to a semblance of normal operation. "What you did was an act of kindness. It might not be the same, but it was close enough for me."
"Good." He said to her, and finally pulled away from her. "Now, how about I go change and we head downstairs for a snack."
(So now I have to ask Mustang if he can even do all this. – ME)