Porn Battle: Ten Big Ones - 2nd Fic
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a_qTitle: Tease
Fandom: Marvel, Kitty Pryde / John Allerdyce
Prompt: any
Note: I liked the pairing, so I gave it a go; result is not really 'porn' but sort of flirtatious disaster.
It was an accident. That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
Kitty knew the Mansion floor plan like the back of her hand, but she had been in a hurry and she had taken some short cuts, plenty of short cuts, and phased straight into a shower.
Shower where John stood, shampoo in his hair and warm water running over his naked body.
Kitty stared at his back, shocked from the sudden and unexpected nakedness. Only thought that came to her mind was, that John had a very nice butt. It was not something Kitty would've guessed. Not that she spent much time thinking about John's butt, not at all. She had very rarely thought of it, maybe once or twice, max. Yet here it was, right in front of her.
Kitty knew this was a horrible, disastrous situation, but she just couldn't move. It was a train wreck type of a situation. She had to keep on looking. His butt was just so there, perfect full view, round and muscular and soft. Her brain provided a helpful imaginary how her teeth could just sink in to that luscious flesh, and leave shiny red teeth marks behind. Maybe bruise him a little.
She might have let out a tiny squeak of a noise, because John turned his head and peered at her under the foam. He didn't seem at all surprised to see her standing there, full clothed and getting steadily drenched as her phase evaporated. Kitty stared at his butt, and John stared at her staring at his butt and for a moment they formed a balanced tableau.
“You can touch it.” John said, and smirked. It was infuriatingly self-satisfied and yet, Kitty's hand involuntarily lurched forward before she got a grip of herself. His smirk widened and the embarrassment finally kicking in, Kitty did the only thing she could: she phased through the floor.
Rest of the day seemed to go by in a hazy fog. The mental image of John's naked body pervaded her every rational thought and it made it impossible to concentrate on anything. She avoided John the best she could, but in every turn he seemed to be there, his eyes mocking, calculating, plotting her demise.
Late in the evening he finally managed to corner Kitty when she was returning from Marie's room to her own.
“Hi Kitty. Shame you left so suddenly last time.” He said, crowding her personal space but not really touching her. He was wearing pajama bottoms that drooped precariously low, with the long-sleeved shirt that left a strip of skin visible over the waist band.
Kitty's eyes were drawn to that, she just couldn't help it. John smirked.
“Here, try it.” He took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand to rest against the curve of his hip. He waited for a moment to see if Kitty wanted to take charge but she was too stunned to do anything. His hand felt warm and his skin even warmer. Slowly he slid her hand along his waist, then down under the waistband and lower still, until her hand rested against the curve of his butt.
“Like it?”
Not that she would admit it in a million years, only because he would never let her live it down, but it was even better than she had imagined it to be. His skin was so smooth and warm, the muscles firm and beautifully shaped. She couldn't stop herself from squeezing what was so freely offered and John's smirk widened.
“You can play with it any time you like. Just...Stop by.” He pulled her hand from his pants, attempting to leave her hanging but Kitty wasn't about to let this territory go unmarked. She dug her nails in and with him pulling her hand, she scratched him good and proper. It was her turn to smirk when he tried to hide his yelp of pain.
“No, I think you should stop by sometime.” Kitty pecked a little goodnight kiss on his cheek and walked back to her room, swinging her hips for his viewing pleasure. It was only fair after all.
Fandom: Marvel, Kitty Pryde / John Allerdyce
Prompt: any
Note: I liked the pairing, so I gave it a go; result is not really 'porn' but sort of flirtatious disaster.
It was an accident. That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
Kitty knew the Mansion floor plan like the back of her hand, but she had been in a hurry and she had taken some short cuts, plenty of short cuts, and phased straight into a shower.
Shower where John stood, shampoo in his hair and warm water running over his naked body.
Kitty stared at his back, shocked from the sudden and unexpected nakedness. Only thought that came to her mind was, that John had a very nice butt. It was not something Kitty would've guessed. Not that she spent much time thinking about John's butt, not at all. She had very rarely thought of it, maybe once or twice, max. Yet here it was, right in front of her.
Kitty knew this was a horrible, disastrous situation, but she just couldn't move. It was a train wreck type of a situation. She had to keep on looking. His butt was just so there, perfect full view, round and muscular and soft. Her brain provided a helpful imaginary how her teeth could just sink in to that luscious flesh, and leave shiny red teeth marks behind. Maybe bruise him a little.
She might have let out a tiny squeak of a noise, because John turned his head and peered at her under the foam. He didn't seem at all surprised to see her standing there, full clothed and getting steadily drenched as her phase evaporated. Kitty stared at his butt, and John stared at her staring at his butt and for a moment they formed a balanced tableau.
“You can touch it.” John said, and smirked. It was infuriatingly self-satisfied and yet, Kitty's hand involuntarily lurched forward before she got a grip of herself. His smirk widened and the embarrassment finally kicking in, Kitty did the only thing she could: she phased through the floor.
Rest of the day seemed to go by in a hazy fog. The mental image of John's naked body pervaded her every rational thought and it made it impossible to concentrate on anything. She avoided John the best she could, but in every turn he seemed to be there, his eyes mocking, calculating, plotting her demise.
Late in the evening he finally managed to corner Kitty when she was returning from Marie's room to her own.
“Hi Kitty. Shame you left so suddenly last time.” He said, crowding her personal space but not really touching her. He was wearing pajama bottoms that drooped precariously low, with the long-sleeved shirt that left a strip of skin visible over the waist band.
Kitty's eyes were drawn to that, she just couldn't help it. John smirked.
“Here, try it.” He took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand to rest against the curve of his hip. He waited for a moment to see if Kitty wanted to take charge but she was too stunned to do anything. His hand felt warm and his skin even warmer. Slowly he slid her hand along his waist, then down under the waistband and lower still, until her hand rested against the curve of his butt.
“Like it?”
Not that she would admit it in a million years, only because he would never let her live it down, but it was even better than she had imagined it to be. His skin was so smooth and warm, the muscles firm and beautifully shaped. She couldn't stop herself from squeezing what was so freely offered and John's smirk widened.
“You can play with it any time you like. Just...Stop by.” He pulled her hand from his pants, attempting to leave her hanging but Kitty wasn't about to let this territory go unmarked. She dug her nails in and with him pulling her hand, she scratched him good and proper. It was her turn to smirk when he tried to hide his yelp of pain.
“No, I think you should stop by sometime.” Kitty pecked a little goodnight kiss on his cheek and walked back to her room, swinging her hips for his viewing pleasure. It was only fair after all.