BETTER DAYS
By Sapadu
A/N: Probably going to be my last one for this story. Scene from Princess, when Kendalina and Triclops have their apartment. A little more adult than the others are, but not really that specific.
Story 7: Natural Colors
Triclops had decided, a long, long time ago, that he was very fond of kissing. Kendalina didn't quite seem too enthusiastic about it, but she obliged anyway. It was just a tactile fascination he had with it – it was unlike any other kind of skin contact there was.
That, and the fact that it was something he could only do with another person – specifically, with Kendalina – made Triclops infinitely curious.
Kendalina, however, was much more interested in other pursuits when they had the day off to be alone together. Two of those things were sleep and food. The third was much more than just kissing.
Normally, they waited until nightfall. Triclops couldn't help it – he was a romantic at heart. And Kendalina never really seemed to mind, since it was much easier for both of them to just fall asleep afterwards with no sun shining right into their eyes through the window.
But today, Kendalina was impatient. Very impatient.
All things considered, there were worse fates to be had. And Triclops didn't mind, terribly, when he got to spend a whole half-hour just kissing her. It was intense and rocking and made him feel utterly euphoric. Kendalina would push him back down into the pillows every time he tried to sit up, but the fastens on his shirt would surely come undone each time he tried. He'd feel up the sides of Kendalina's arms, run his fingers down her back, pry his nails under her waistband, anything to keep the moment lasting.
Kendalina sat up long enough to pull her top completely off and whip him across the chest with it.
If there was one thing Kendalina could make him enjoy that nobody else could, it was being hit.
"Trike." She said, her voice a command just by virtue of being her voice, "Sit up."
Triclops sat up. Kendalina went back to her work, her hands and fingers working on his body as she did so. Triclops returned the favor as best he could with Kendalina encumbering his movements. His shirt slid off his shoulders as her lips went down his neck and chest. Triclops knew what was coming – Kendalina only did this a few times before something outright sexual.
In any other culture, it might have been submissive, but Triclops knew better. For one, Kendalina wouldn't do it if it were submissive. For another, he knew that she could just as easily bite down if he made a wrong move. So, on the rare occasion Kendalina decided to be playful, he kept his mouth shut and his hands gentle.
His pants came undone, and then Kendalina stopped. Dead.
"Trike?" She also never spoke when they made out. Triclops wasn't sure if she really wanted him to answer or not.
Something stung between his legs, like a splinter being pulled out. He yelped. Kendalina lifted her head to look right at him.
"It's white."
A/N: Yeah. You people are totally allowed to shoot me for this one. I really just couldn't help it.
