Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the TV series *Dallas*. All characters, settings, and references to *Dallas* are the property of their respective creators and owners. I do not claim any ownership over them. This story is created purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to profit or infringe on any copyrights. All original content within this work is my own creation.
Rating: M
Pairing: J.R. & Sue Ellen Ewing, AU
In this dark, intense one-shot fanfiction set in the world of "Dallas", JR and Sue Ellen Ewing navigate the aftermath of Pam's tragic miscarriage and the storm brewing both outside and within their marriage. As JR grapples with his twisted desires and the consequences of his ruthless actions, he and Sue Ellen find themselves drawn together in a moment of raw, animalistic need. Their brief respite is overshadowed by the storm of guilt and unresolved tension that lingers, and the crumbling facade of their lives, leaving JR to confront the terrifying prospect of losing everything he's fought to control.JR Ewing sat at a wrought-iron patio table, the night's heavy air pressing down on him like a burden. The wind, restless and uneven, teased at the edges of the white tablecloth, lifting it in fleeting gusts before letting it fall back into place. The coffee in his cup had long since cooled, but he kept the cup in his hand, a prop to occupy his fingers while his mind raced. His eyes, sharp and calculating, were locked on the dark silhouette of the barn across the yard. Hours had passed since the incident in the hayloft, but the memory lingered like a fresh wound, as raw as the bruises mottling his skin.
Behind him, Sue Ellen drifted closer, her presence a shadow in the dim light of the patio. The wind carried the soft rustle of her dress, a whisper of silk against skin, as she moved toward him. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching as she observed him—JR, the man who had shaped her life with his cold, unyielding hand, now seemed almost vulnerable in the soft illumination of the patio lights. The glow from the mansion's windows cast long, eerie shadows, their golden light barely reaching them in the darkness of the night.
"Did you push her?"
Sue Ellen's voice broke the silence, soft yet edged with suspicion. She placed a hand on his shoulder, the contact tentative, testing. It had been so long since she had touched him with anything other than disdain, and the warmth of her hand against his cool skin felt foreign, almost wrong.
"No," JR replied, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. He didn't bother to look at her, his gaze still fixed on the barn. "Hell no."
Sue Ellen's fingers trailed up his arm, a delicate caress that contrasted sharply with the harshness of her words. She moved closer, her breath warm against his neck as she leaned in, her proximity stirring something dark and insidious within him. "But you're not sorry about the baby," she murmured, her tone accusatory but tinged with something that sounded almost like complicity. It wasn't a question. "And neither am I."
A shadow of a smile ghosted across JR's lips, a bitter twist that never reached his eyes. He finally took a sip of the coffee, the cold bitterness mingling with the taste of contempt that had settled in his mouth. He turned to look at Sue Ellen, the patio lights casting her features in soft relief against the encroaching darkness. Her eyes were dark, unreadable, but there was a glint there that made his pulse quicken. She was different tonight—more dangerous, more alive.
She was right, of course. The baby had been nothing to him, just another pawn in the endless game he played with life. Pam's miscarriage was a stroke of luck, a problem solved without him having to lift a finger. His loathing for his brother's wife had only grown over the course of the last few months, a festering wound that fueled his insidious thoughts. And now, with Pam's sobs echoing in the distance, JR felt a perverse delight, a thrill at the suffering of the woman who had dared to challenge him. He couldn't care less about the loss of the child—it was the power it gave him that mattered.
"What do you want from me, Sue Ellen?" JR's voice was low, a thread of irritation weaving through his words. He wasn't in the mood for games.
Not tonight.
Sue Ellen smiled, a slow, deliberate curl of her lips that sent a shiver down his spine. This wasn't the woman he had married, the one who had clung to him for security and status. This was someone else, someone darker, more dangerous. Her hand moved to his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the cut there, her touch soft but betraying the force behind her words. "Why, I just want you, JR," she whispered, her voice sultry, tinged with an undercurrent of something that made his heart beat faster.
Her hand slid from his cheek to his chest, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over his heart as she leaned in closer. Her voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper, "I want you to take what's yours, JR. No more hesitating, no more holding back. The baby's gone, and Bobby knows it's your chance to seize everything."
JR let out a slow, cynical chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "You've always had a knack for cutting through the bullshit, Sue Ellen. What's really on your mind?"
Her smile faltered, just for a moment, and in that brief flicker, JR saw something vulnerable, something raw, before she hid it behind her mask again. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath warm and sweet with the scent of the champagne she'd been drinking earlier.
"Since I stopped caring about everything else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. There was something in her tone, something that mirrored his own dark desires, and it made his skin prickle with a mixture of fear and excitement. "I've stopped worrying about what's right or wrong—because none of it ever made a damn bit of difference."
JR felt a knot tighten in his chest, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time. It reminded him of the night their home had been violated by those intruders who had ran roughshod over him and in his own home. Luther Frick and Payton Allen, the night Sue Ellen had been forced to submit to a stranger's touch. He had heard her screams, felt the rage boiling within him, but there had been something else, something he hadn't wanted to acknowledge. The way she had come alive under that man's hands, the way her body had responded with a wild abandon that he had never been able to coax from her himself.
He shifted in his seat, unable to deter himself from the twisted curiosity about what it would take to ignite that same fire in her again.
And now, as Sue Ellen stood before him, her body so close, her intentions so clear, JR felt that same dark thrill. He hadn't touched her in months, hell, maybe a whole year. The thought of it had repulsed him, the idea of lying next to her, pretending everything was fine, when it was anything but. But tonight was different. Tonight, he saw her in a new light, and it wasn't just the shadows playing tricks on him. She was like a stranger, someone he wanted to conquer, to possess, to make submit to his will.
He felt a slow, smoldering desire begin to pool in his groin, stirring something deep within him that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Is that all you want?" JR asked, his voice rough, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. His breath hitched, a wave of heat spreading through his chest and down into his gut, igniting a dark, twisted desire that he hadn't felt in a long time. "Or are you just hoping I can make you burn like you did that night with…that dirty cropper?"
Sue Ellen's smile returned, slow and sultry, a smile that spoke of secrets shared in the dark, of forbidden desires that could no longer be denied. She moved closer, her body pressing against his, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingers trailing over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath.
"I want you to want me, JR," she whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw, moving closer to his mouth. "I want you to need me. I want you to do things to me that you wouldn't dare do to anyone else."
JR bit back a groan, his pulse quickening as her words coiled around him like a tightening vice. It wasn't just desire surging through him; it was something darker, more insidious—the intoxicating thrill of control. The way she yielded now, so soon after being violated by a stranger, reignited something dark within him—a potent reminder of how much he craved this power, how much he'd missed her submission.
His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his grip tight, almost bruising. She didn't resist; if anything, she leaned into him, her body pliant, willing. He kissed her then, hard, almost punishing, and she responded with a hunger that matched his own. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, her nails scratching his scalp, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine.
He was glad he did.
They stumbled into the guest house, the door slamming shut behind them as they made their way to the bedroom. JR's mind was racing, a heady mix of anger, desire, and something darker fueling his every move. He could feel the raw power he had over Sue Ellen in that moment, a power he hadn't wielded in far too long. Clothes were discarded haphazardly, forgotten in the heat of the moment, as they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. JR's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions, anger, desire, resentment, and need, all mixing together into a potent cocktail that drove him to the brink of madness.
His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, as he traced a finger along her jawline, guiding her down slowly, his voice a low, practiced whisper. "I want you to taste me, Sue Ellen," he murmured, his words laced with both command and invitation. "Take me in your mouth."
There was a moment of hesitation, but JR's hand was firm on the back of her head, guiding her movements as he gave her gentle, yet insistent instructions. "Just like that… yes," he breathed, his voice soft but laced with the thrill of control. He could feel himself hardening under her tentative yet eager touch, the sensation sending a surge of power and satisfaction through him. Though her inexperience was evident, the raw desire in her movements, the way she followed his every instruction with renewed vigor, like a newlywed eager to please, made up for it. And as she took him into her mouth for the first time, the mix of hesitation and fervor in her actions ignited something primal within him, meeting his needs in a way that both surprised and thrilled him.
Before long, Sue Ellen was beneath him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she arched against him, her body a perfect match for his. There was no tenderness in their movements, no love, only raw, animalistic need. He took her with a ferocity that surprised even himself, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth claiming hers in a brutal kiss. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks that would linger long after the heat of the moment had passed.
The brewing tension finally reached its peak as a gust of wind whispered through the trees, the distant sound echoing softly through the night. But inside, the world had shrunk to just the two of them, tightly coiled bodies trembling as they clung to each other, sweat mingling with the taste of salt on their lips. Their breathing synchronized, deep and ragged, as they moved together in a dance they knew all too well—a dance of power and submission, of dominance and surrender. JR felt himself drifting into that special place, where everything else faded away, and they were perfectly matched, their desires inextricably bound in the storm of their making.
JR's grip tightened on Sue Ellen's hips, a desperate need overtaking him as he felt her arch beneath him, her moans filling the room, soft and broken. The tension that had built between them finally shattered as he spilled his betrayal into her, a potent surge of pleasure coursing through him. His climax wasn't just physical; it carried with it a dark, unspoken hope, a desire to reclaim something lost between them, perhaps even the faintest possibility of new life—a seed planted in the aftermath of so much destruction.
When it was over, they lay together in the dark, their bodies still entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. JR stared up at the ceiling, his mind a chaotic jumble of thoughts and emotions. He hadn't meant for it to happen, hadn't planned on it, but now that it had, he wasn't sure what to do next. He could feel Sue Ellen's breath against his chest, her body warm and soft beside him, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel the need to push her away. In the darkness, there was a flicker of something more—a fragile, almost imperceptible hope, like the faintest glimmer of dawn on the horizon.
But the moment of peace was fleeting, shattered by the memory of what had happened earlier that night—of Pam's fall, the sickening sight of blood on the hay, and the unbridled rage in Bobby's eyes. The weight of it all pressed down on him, suffocating, a relentless reminder that this brief respite with Sue Ellen was just that—brief. Reality would soon come crashing back in, with all its unforgiving consequences.
As the wind drifted softly outside, brushing against the windows, JR reached out and found Sue Ellen's hand, his grip tightening as if holding onto her might somehow anchor him against the inevitable. Her fingers curled around his, and for a moment, they were united in their shared guilt, their shared sins. But even as they lay there, bound together in the darkness, JR knew that this unity was fragile, a mere illusion in the face of what lay ahead.
The shadows of the night seemed to close in around him, and for the first time, he felt truly afraid—not just of what he had done, but of what he might lose in the process.
He lay there, staring into the darkness, Sue Ellen's hand still in his, as the distant howl of a coyote echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of the wild, untamed forces they could never fully control. In the quiet that followed, they retreated deeper into the insidious darkness, finding a brief, uneasy respite in each other's arms.
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