Kink Bingo - Free Square (bondage other)
Aug. 20th, 2011 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_qTitle: Open Road
Fandom: Transporter 3
Characters: Frank Martin (/Valentina)
Kink: Bondage (other)
Word count: ~690
Notes: Rule number one: never change the deal (not even when your every instinct tells you to change the deal).
The road was clear, narrow and curved around the mountain like a knotted ribbon. The car was perfect, every aspect of it the way he liked. The car took every curve tight and controlled, and it should've feel amazing, but still something bothered him.
He tried to think of what was wrong, and his mind kept returning to Valentina's eyes. He couldn't pin the color down. Some days they were smooth as sea glass, sometimes pale like the sky before the storm. And when she laughed, small golden flecks appeared from the depths, like a hidden treasure. But Valentina had nothing to do with the car and the road, except it was her who had suggested that he should go out and drive.
He had noted that he didn't drive for fun. Fishing was fun, driving was work. Valentina had thought about that for awhile, then went and fetched a small parcel from their bedroom and held it in her hands, telling him that she needed a transporter.
At first he had thought she was joking, but her eyes had been serious and calm; the gunmetal gray.
He had agreed to do it, as a favor, because she asked him, but she had shook her head and insisted that they make a deal of it. She had waited until he fetched his little black book, and sat across of her. The kitchen table had been full of food for the dinner. She had prepared the fish, but the vegetables still waited to be chopped, while they went over the deal.
He asked what the parcel weighted, and she said half a kilo. And where did she wanted it to be taken? In the little town, six hours from here. He wrote everything down, and then repeated the facts back to her. She nodded, and he asked:
”Do we have a deal?”
”Yes.”
So the deal was done. He had gotten into the car, placed the parcel next to him and gone through all the steps he needed to go through before a job, focusing, thinking. And he had started the car, and let it roll softly down the driveway, out of the gate and in to the open road. Which took him right where he was now, half way between here and there, thinking about the color of Valentina's eyes, same as the shimmer of heat over black asphalt.
At first he had thought that this was just a silly game, and that Valentina toyed with him for fun. As the car sped up the mountain, curve after curve of open road, he started to feel lighter, the road and the car becoming the only reality. Even Valentina started to fade in the background, and his constant worry with it. He sighed and turned the radio a bit louder.
The communicator chirped, and a message popped on the screen. ”Gone to give birth to our daughter. Drive safe.”
He slammed the break and the car screeched to halt. He stared at the message for awhile. There was still two weeks to go! The GPS informed him that there was still 2hrs, 35 minutes to given destination. He squeezed the steering wheel so hard that even the muscles in his neck started to tremble.
He had a deal. He couldn't change the deal. That was the rule.
Never in his life had he wanted to change the deal as badly as he wanted to change it now.
But he didn't break the rules, and because of that, he couldn't change the deal.
It was a perfect circle and Valentina had drew it right around him.
“Goddammit!”
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. What was he supposed to do? He looked at the message again. He forced his muscles to relax, and when he was sure he was in complete control of the car, he pressed his foot on the gas.
It wasn't his place to choose what to do. Valentina had struck the deal for a reason, and he had to obey it since he had agreed on it. So he drove forward, carefully, like Valentina had said, thinking what color eyes his baby would have.
Fandom: Transporter 3
Characters: Frank Martin (/Valentina)
Kink: Bondage (other)
Word count: ~690
Notes: Rule number one: never change the deal (not even when your every instinct tells you to change the deal).
The road was clear, narrow and curved around the mountain like a knotted ribbon. The car was perfect, every aspect of it the way he liked. The car took every curve tight and controlled, and it should've feel amazing, but still something bothered him.
He tried to think of what was wrong, and his mind kept returning to Valentina's eyes. He couldn't pin the color down. Some days they were smooth as sea glass, sometimes pale like the sky before the storm. And when she laughed, small golden flecks appeared from the depths, like a hidden treasure. But Valentina had nothing to do with the car and the road, except it was her who had suggested that he should go out and drive.
He had noted that he didn't drive for fun. Fishing was fun, driving was work. Valentina had thought about that for awhile, then went and fetched a small parcel from their bedroom and held it in her hands, telling him that she needed a transporter.
At first he had thought she was joking, but her eyes had been serious and calm; the gunmetal gray.
He had agreed to do it, as a favor, because she asked him, but she had shook her head and insisted that they make a deal of it. She had waited until he fetched his little black book, and sat across of her. The kitchen table had been full of food for the dinner. She had prepared the fish, but the vegetables still waited to be chopped, while they went over the deal.
He asked what the parcel weighted, and she said half a kilo. And where did she wanted it to be taken? In the little town, six hours from here. He wrote everything down, and then repeated the facts back to her. She nodded, and he asked:
”Do we have a deal?”
”Yes.”
So the deal was done. He had gotten into the car, placed the parcel next to him and gone through all the steps he needed to go through before a job, focusing, thinking. And he had started the car, and let it roll softly down the driveway, out of the gate and in to the open road. Which took him right where he was now, half way between here and there, thinking about the color of Valentina's eyes, same as the shimmer of heat over black asphalt.
At first he had thought that this was just a silly game, and that Valentina toyed with him for fun. As the car sped up the mountain, curve after curve of open road, he started to feel lighter, the road and the car becoming the only reality. Even Valentina started to fade in the background, and his constant worry with it. He sighed and turned the radio a bit louder.
The communicator chirped, and a message popped on the screen. ”Gone to give birth to our daughter. Drive safe.”
He slammed the break and the car screeched to halt. He stared at the message for awhile. There was still two weeks to go! The GPS informed him that there was still 2hrs, 35 minutes to given destination. He squeezed the steering wheel so hard that even the muscles in his neck started to tremble.
He had a deal. He couldn't change the deal. That was the rule.
Never in his life had he wanted to change the deal as badly as he wanted to change it now.
But he didn't break the rules, and because of that, he couldn't change the deal.
It was a perfect circle and Valentina had drew it right around him.
“Goddammit!”
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. What was he supposed to do? He looked at the message again. He forced his muscles to relax, and when he was sure he was in complete control of the car, he pressed his foot on the gas.
It wasn't his place to choose what to do. Valentina had struck the deal for a reason, and he had to obey it since he had agreed on it. So he drove forward, carefully, like Valentina had said, thinking what color eyes his baby would have.