When Our Actions Are Not Our Own
Authors Note: I just finished watching Marvel's "What If?" show and I really enjoyed it. I've always been a fan of alternate realities and the differences between them. You could probably tell that if you read my story, "Switching Through the Debris," the sequel to "Getting Through the Debris." I was really happy with how those stories turned out!
Other than one somewhat adult scene in the first story, those stories were overall fairly tame. But the naughty girl in me wants some smut, and there is quite a lack of that in this fandom's fanfic! So I thought back to that one somewhat adult scene and wondered, what if Bryan had lost control? What would that look like? What would be the consequences of that? What if it was told from Finola's point of view instead?
Apparently, my brain still isn't ready to let Debris go, so here it is! A smuttier version of chapter 5 in "Getting Through the Debris" and where it goes differently. Not a bad idea to read the first four chapters of that story, but if you don't, just know their relationship has evolved into one of companionship. They spend most of their free time together and often share a bed, although only to sleep. No intimacy.
Remember, it's not plagiarism if you are stealing your own material!
Warning! Strong sexual content in this story.
Chapter 1
A wall of hot air hit Finola as she stepped off the plane into Nevada's desert heat. Sweat broke out across her forehead. "Ugh," she muttered and tried to fan herself with her hand. It accomplished nothing.
Bryan shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over his shoulder.
Finola couldn't help but admire his muscular arms in his short-sleeve shirt. Then she shook her head slightly, reminding herself she shouldn't have thoughts like that about her partner.
At the command center, Finola breathed a sigh of relief once they got into the air-conditioned trailer.
Tom filled them in on the details. "Started yesterday evening inside this insurance agency. A few employees reported strange behavior between coworkers. One guy who left early said it seemed like everyone got really flirty. Since today's Saturday, there's only a few people in there but we can't get a hold of them either by office phone or cell phone. With these readings, we sent two agents in four hours ago but have heard nothing back. I think they took off their suits because we can't even hear anything over the comm."
"Cameras?" Bryan asked.
"Only at the entrances. Nothing inside. We haven't found the debris yet, so we're hoping you can neutralize it."
Bryan nodded, glanced at Finola to make sure they were on the same page and said, "Thanks. We'll go suit up."
Once suited up in their bulky orange protective gear, Bryan took the Leggari meter and they entered the building. Even just walking through the door, a tingling sensation swept through Finola's body. It wasn't unpleasant.
About twenty feet in, they encountered a couple passionately kissing. A full-on make-out session. Her fingers tangled in his hair while his hand tucked up inside her shirt.
"Hey!" Bryan shouted at them.
The couple broke apart, then stared at him dumbly.
"You guys got to get out of here!" Bryan pointed at the front door.
They nodded slowly, as if in a daze. Then they shuffled towards the door. Before they got past a few steps, they started making out again.
Finola found the behavior peculiar. They acted like hormone-riddled teenagers but they were clearly full-grown adults who should have known how to control their urges. It had to have been caused by this piece of debris. "I wonder if this is some sort of reproductive drive," Finola mused. "Like a way to force procreation."
"Possible. Let's find this thing and shut it down," Bryan commented. Finola saw him look at the meter and frown.
As they traveled down a hallway, the tingling in her body intensified. She ignored it, focusing on observing everything around her. The she spotted the same bright orange color they wore stuffed in a trashcan. "Bryan, over here." She pulled the suits out and held them up for him to see. "They definitely took them off."
He nodded, his jaw tight.
As Finola looked at his face, the unbidden image of her ripping off their helmets and kissing him flashed through her mind. With horror, she realized that the tingling had transformed into a throbbing, which centered itself right between her legs. Gasping, she clenched her thighs together in an effort to quiet it. It didn't work. Despite the cool air in the building, sweat broke out on her forehead again for an entirely different reason than before. Obviously, the suits were not protecting her from the effects of the debris.
"Bryan?" Finola could hear the tense edge in her own voice.
"I know. I feel it too. Just focus on the mission."
She knew he said it to reassure her and put her mind to the job they had to do. Unfortunately, his deep, raspy voice had the opposite effect, making her shiver with lust. All of that attraction to him she'd been suppressing behind a veil of professionalism reared up inside her. Yet, she still had enough of her wits left to try to hide it. She nodded to her partner, dropped the other agents' suits and followed behind him.
Finola concentrated so hard on keeping her body under control, she didn't even notice when Bryan stopped dead in his tracks in front of her. She crashed right into him, but he didn't seem to notice. When she stepped up next to him, she discovered what had so distracted him.
A completely naked couple sprawled on the floor in front of them having sex. She straddled him, riding him vigorously. Neither person acknowledged their presence. They weren't the other agents, looking different than the profile pictures they'd been shown. More likely employees of the insurance agency.
Finola gaped at the amorous couple. Then, to make it worse, her mind played a dirty trick on her. Before her eyes, the two strangers morphed into herself and Bryan. Watching them have sex, obviously enjoying it, made the throbbing intensify until her entire body pulsed with want for him.
Somewhere through the haze, she heard her name being spoken. She couldn't answer, lost in the rhythmic motions of her perceived self on top of her partner.
A hand wrapped around her arm and physically dragged her down the hall.
Stumbling, she had no choice but to look away in order to stop from falling. When she glanced back, the two people had once again become strangers.
Bryan's hand stayed clamped to her arm as he pulled her into a fancy executive office. The piece of debris glowed green on top of the huge, polished desk, illuminating the dark room. "We found it," he said, relief clear in his voice.
As he pulled the neutralizing units from the large pockets in his suit, Finola struggled against the heat rising in her. She was on fire and only he could put it out. Deep in her brain she knew she should keep fighting it, but it was so hard. She just couldn't do it anymore or she might die. Her inhibitions fled in the face of such pressure. Panting, she grabbed his arms and pulled him around to face her. "Bryan, I need you. I've wanted you for so long. Touch me," she begged him. Then, acting bolder than she ever had in her life, she gripped his gloved hand and guided it to her breast.
His breath caught in his throat as his hand curved around her womanly shape. His lips parted, his tongue running over them as he caressed her. But then he snatched his hand away, distress showing clearly on his face.
"Finola," he pleaded. "We can't. Not like this." Veins stood out on his neck as he desperately fought against the effects of the debris.
Out of the corner of her eye, Finola saw something happen to the debris. It pulsed, it's green glow brightening for a second then resuming its normal level of brightness. Bryan had his back turned so he wouldn't have noticed it. Even through her raging hormones, Finola wondered what it meant.
She got her answer as soon as her eyes landed back on Bryan's face. His pupils dilated, making his eyes look black. His whole body shuddered. The expression on his face changed from one of pain to one of hunger. His eyes focused right on her, a predator who'd found his prey.
The debris had broken through his control.
That same tiny part deep in Finola's brain that wanted her to fight this, wept for Bryan because she knew this wasn't what he wanted. But the rest of her spirits soared, rejoicing that Bryan would finally end her torture.
He tore off his helmet and suit, and Finola mimicked him. Before she could finish getting off her shoes, socks and shirt, he stood before her completely unclothed. She sucked in a breath as she admired him. A paragon of male perfection. And he was ready to take her.
Finola watched in amazement as he swept his arm across the wide desk, sweeping everything off it. The computer, blotter, pens, family photo, even the debris. It all fell onto the plush carpet in front of the desk.
Bryan turned back to her and wrapped his hands around her waist. She gasped as he hauled her up on the desk, laying her out.
The heat radiating from her body set her skin on fire. Her hands fumbled with the button and zipper of her pants, desperate to free herself.
Bryan seemed just as desperate. He gripped the waistband of her pants and pulled them clean off her legs. Then he attacked her underwear, tearing the cloth to shreds to get them off her.
She lay naked before him save for her bra. The throbbing notched up along with her anticipation. This was finally going to happen! A mantra of yes, yes, yes filled her head. She spread her legs open for him.
In an instant, he scaled the desk. Kneeling over her, he gripped himself at the base of his shaft. Then in one forward motion, he penetrated into her.
Finola moaned as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her feet together. She didn't intend to let him go until he satisfied the maddening need within her.
Bryan braced himself with his hands on either side of her. His jaw clenched, his own need shining in his eyes. Then he began moving in that age-old rhythm, his thrusts starting slow.
The friction of him moving in and out of her was absolutely delicious. Her hips rose to meet his over and over again. Tension built up inside her like a spring being wound around and around.
His thrusts sped up. He shifted his balance to his one hand. His free hand caressed up her thigh, then tucked under her lower back. It tilted her hips up, letting him penetrate deeper inside her with each thrust.
Finola whimpered from pleasure of it. The spring inside her tightened more. Her respiratory rate increased, her chest heaving as her burning body demanded more oxygen.
The orgasm came suddenly, crashing through her with the force of a tidal wave. She almost passed out from the sheer intensity of it, her eyes rolling back in her head. Involuntary screams of pleasure echoed through the room as her body convulsed. Her thighs clenched against Bryan's hips as he continued thrusting, which just drove her further into ecstasy. In the frenzy of it, she opened her mouth on his shoulder and bit him.
Bryan hissed. It didn't slow him down though. A low moan sounded deep in his throat as he pressed his lips into her neck. He buried himself inside her, achieving his own release.
They lay there on top of the desk, tangled up in each other, panting. Bryan leaned back slightly, gazing down at her. His lips curled up slightly, his eyes soft. An expression of affection, maybe even love, crossed his face. But then, his smile faded and his brow drew together as he realized exactly what had just happened between them.
He quickly climbed off her, grabbing his clothes that had been strewn around the room. "Oh, god, Finola! I'm sorry!" he said as he yanked his clothes on.
Finola slowly sat up, her legs dangling off the side of the desk. She was still mentally processing the fact that she'd just had sex with her partner. It had also been the most mind-blowing sex in her entire life. The residual tingling from that orgasm made her limbs heavy.
Fully clothed, Bryan rushed over to her. It looked like he wanted to touch her but he wouldn't let himself. Instead, his hands hovered nervously near her. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Panic rose in his voice.
Finola stuck out her arm, laying her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her palm. She took a deep breath. "It's okay. I'm okay. Go get the NUs set up," she commanded him.
Like the well-trained soldier he was, Bryan jumped to follow her orders.
While he did that, Finola slid off the desk. Her legs wobbled when she hit the floor but she caught herself. She gathered her clothing, finding her shredded underwear last.
As she examined it to see if it could be salvaged at all, Bryan cleared his throat. "I'm really sorry about that." A blush spread across his face.
"No worries. I'll just go commando," she told him as she slipped her pants back on. She shoved the tattered cloth in her pocket, not wanting to leave such evidence for retrieval crew to find.
Bryan's face grew redder. He turned away from her to finish setting up the last NU, but she suspected he didn't want to look her in the eye.
Once everything was in place around the piece of debris, they powered the neutralizing units up. The glowing green abruptly shut off. There should be no further unwanted amorous incidents.
Bryan bit his lip. "What do we do now?"
Finola wondered if he meant with the Orbital team waiting for them outside or between the two of them.
Author Note: Anybody catch that Bryan did not get an injection in this version? Was that the difference?
Lol, who am I kidding? Nobody's actually reading this. This is purely for my own entertainment. I think some character analysis would be fun.
So is it out of character that Finola acted so differently in the two scenarios? I don't think so. In the first version, only Finola loses control of herself. Bryan keeps it together, possibly due to that injection (kinda angry we may never know what those were). Finola is ashamed of herself, even though it really wasn't her fault. It's why, even though he totally understands what happened, she can't even look at him until he forces the issue.
In this version, Bryan loses control with her. He is a soldier, a protector, overall a man of honor. He sees his action as rape, which is his mantra to keep control in the first version. But here, once he realizes what he's done, he panics. Finola, on the other hand, is not alone in losing control this time. So when Bryan, the one who is typically less emotional, panics, it's up to Finola to step up and steer him in the right direction. At least, that's how I see it.
Originally this was going to be just one chapter, but the story keeps developing in my head. It's leading off into a new timeline and I'm going to follow it for a little while.
