Felicity Smoak (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
girlwednesday) wrote2020-01-01 12:00 am
girlwednesday) wrote2020-01-01 12:00 am
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DUPLICITY → CONTACT
UN: overwatch
UN: overwatch
[Losing someone that you love is still an ache that never lessens, still a pain that settles into your very soul. It is agony, like a knife that is being repeatedly stabbed directly into his heart and there is nothing he can do to make it stop.
He should say that this is for the best, that she's back where she belongs. But she isn't. Because she no longer existed in her own world and all she had to return to was her own death.
She was supposed to go back with him an now -
Now they would both go back alone.
It seemed almost wrong to come to her with this pain, to come to her to seek out comfort for it. But she had been the first person who had crossed his mind, the only one who's comfort he wanted. She would understand.
There's nothing more than silence for a few long moments, simply allowing himself to hold her, to feel her against him. To feel the beating of her heart against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is an actual whisper now, muffled by her skin.] May I stay with you?
He should say that this is for the best, that she's back where she belongs. But she isn't. Because she no longer existed in her own world and all she had to return to was her own death.
She was supposed to go back with him an now -
Now they would both go back alone.
It seemed almost wrong to come to her with this pain, to come to her to seek out comfort for it. But she had been the first person who had crossed his mind, the only one who's comfort he wanted. She would understand.
There's nothing more than silence for a few long moments, simply allowing himself to hold her, to feel her against him. To feel the beating of her heart against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is an actual whisper now, muffled by her skin.] May I stay with you?
Of course.
[To know that he's lost that, even if she's not aware just how finale it is, makes her heart ache for him as well as for herself. This place is wrong on so many levels and now to add one: bringing people together only to pull them away again. It dawns on her in her very next thought that there will come a day when this man will be taken from her, too, and she finds it impossible to breathe.
Mourning what isn't yet gone doesn't do her any good and she pulls back just a little.]
I just need to shut the window and you can stay for as long as you need to.
[To know that he's lost that, even if she's not aware just how finale it is, makes her heart ache for him as well as for herself. This place is wrong on so many levels and now to add one: bringing people together only to pull them away again. It dawns on her in her very next thought that there will come a day when this man will be taken from her, too, and she finds it impossible to breathe.
Mourning what isn't yet gone doesn't do her any good and she pulls back just a little.]
I just need to shut the window and you can stay for as long as you need to.
Edited 2019-02-24 05:40 (UTC)
[The movements he made under her were as arousing as if he were on top of her directing how their bodies came together. In the way she ground down against him now, she could feel every inch as he hardened again. Like him, she was addicted to the way he made her feel; it wasn't just the physical, but the emotional as well and she closed her eyes against his compliment.
Felicity had no idea what he saw from that angle, but she knew here breasts were heavy, that her thighs were a bit bigger than what another woman's might be, but he was so sturdy that she didn't feel like she might be too much for him. He made her feel as beautiful as he claimed she was and, to give him more of a show, she brought both hands up to cover her breasts, then tease at her nipples.]
Tell me how good it feels.
Felicity had no idea what he saw from that angle, but she knew here breasts were heavy, that her thighs were a bit bigger than what another woman's might be, but he was so sturdy that she didn't feel like she might be too much for him. He made her feel as beautiful as he claimed she was and, to give him more of a show, she brought both hands up to cover her breasts, then tease at her nipples.]
Tell me how good it feels.
[One of them will lose the other eventually, that much is already certain. Before now, he had never thought of what it might mean if one of them was taken, if one of them was sent home. Mourning what was right in front of him, mourning the possibility of it seemed like a waste.
He wished he had thought of it, wished he had spent more time memorizing everything he could. There was guilt there, regret, just as there had been with Cristina.
Letting her go is almost painful, and his arms don't quite listen to his brain. It takes fall too much to let her move away, to step towards the bed, to start peeling off the layers of clothing until he's wearing nothing more than underwear. Crawling under the covers is an almost mindless task, done only out of muscle memory, and he watches her with longing until she returns to him.]
He wished he had thought of it, wished he had spent more time memorizing everything he could. There was guilt there, regret, just as there had been with Cristina.
Letting her go is almost painful, and his arms don't quite listen to his brain. It takes fall too much to let her move away, to step towards the bed, to start peeling off the layers of clothing until he's wearing nothing more than underwear. Crawling under the covers is an almost mindless task, done only out of muscle memory, and he watches her with longing until she returns to him.]
[What he saw from that angle, from any angle was absolute perfection. She was the very picture of what a woman was supposed to be. Long, blond hair that slipped over pale shoulders. Heavy breast and thick thighs with wide hips and an ass that bounced beautifully each time he spanked her and with each and every thrust.
She was everything he said she was and so much more. It wasn't just what she was currently putting on display that intrigued him, but her intelligence, her mind and heart.
Hands tightened on her hips, shifted along her thighs, reached behind her to give her another slap as she teased herself.]
It feels better than anything else I have ever felt.
She was everything he said she was and so much more. It wasn't just what she was currently putting on display that intrigued him, but her intelligence, her mind and heart.
Hands tightened on her hips, shifted along her thighs, reached behind her to give her another slap as she teased herself.]
It feels better than anything else I have ever felt.
[When she'd gotten his text, she'd been working on a code to do some low level looking around and had been coming up short. Dressed for bed in a pair of panties and a t-shirt, she walks around the bed to crawl back into it, sliding the tablet she's been using onto the nightstand next to her bed. He looks so exhausted laying there and she gives a small sigh before turning out the light.
He'll feel the covers shift slightly before there's a dip in the bed and she speaks quietly even as she moves closer.] Oliver's gone, too.
[Her husband, even if she wasn't his wife. It's not like she's alone, really. She has friends from home - namely Ray - who'll always protect her and help her in ways that she needs it. But it's not Oliver and Felicity pauses in her movements before she curls up against him, sliding her arm over his stomach and leaning up against his side.]
He'll feel the covers shift slightly before there's a dip in the bed and she speaks quietly even as she moves closer.] Oliver's gone, too.
[Her husband, even if she wasn't his wife. It's not like she's alone, really. She has friends from home - namely Ray - who'll always protect her and help her in ways that she needs it. But it's not Oliver and Felicity pauses in her movements before she curls up against him, sliding her arm over his stomach and leaning up against his side.]
[Every time his hand connected with her backside, her eyes flared with want and she gave the tiniest of gasps, even as she clenched around him in all of her arousal. Never in her life has she been spanked in bed, but with this man? She wants it. She craves what he makes her feel and she moans his name as she rolls her hips against his.
She wants to believe what he's telling her because it's the same for her. This is what she wants.]
Don't stop.
[Her movements are slow but steady; she's enjoying the way he feels and his hands on her. The control she has on top and the way he looks at her from underneath her all give her a sense of power that she doesn't have anywhere else. He makes her feel beautiful from where she is and she exhales slowly as heat settles in her core.]
She wants to believe what he's telling her because it's the same for her. This is what she wants.]
Don't stop.
[Her movements are slow but steady; she's enjoying the way he feels and his hands on her. The control she has on top and the way he looks at her from underneath her all give her a sense of power that she doesn't have anywhere else. He makes her feel beautiful from where she is and she exhales slowly as heat settles in her core.]
[She speaks, and her words bring along a flood of guilt that he hadn't been anticipating. It had been so easy to place his pain upon her without a second thought, to turn to her for warmth, for comfort while she had been holding in her own suffering.
She speaks, leaning into him and he doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her in close. Doesn't stop himself from shifting, from placing her head upon his chest so she can hear the way his heart beats.]
I am sorry, Felicity. [She may not have been his wife, but he was her husband and the pain of that loss was real, a weight that had fallen onto her that would never fade away.]
She speaks, leaning into him and he doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her in close. Doesn't stop himself from shifting, from placing her head upon his chest so she can hear the way his heart beats.]
I am sorry, Felicity. [She may not have been his wife, but he was her husband and the pain of that loss was real, a weight that had fallen onto her that would never fade away.]
Keep being so good and I might have to reward you.
If you don't, I'll have to reward myself and make you watch.
And if I tied you down so you couldn't touch me, or yourself, at all?
You could only watch. Or wait for me to touch you.
Or put my mouth on you.
You could only watch. Or wait for me to touch you.
Or put my mouth on you.
That still does not sound like a punishment.
Even if my fingers already ache to touch you.
Even if my fingers already ache to touch you.
Would it be a punishment if I made you beg?
Is that what you want? To hear me beg for you?
To hear me moan your name and strain to try and touch you?
To hear me moan your name and strain to try and touch you?
Don't be wearing much.
[She's not wearing very much herself when she arrives: those short shorts and a button down that clearly belongs to someone else. He might recognize it from the photos he received once, a very long time ago. It's Ray's. The shirt is Ray's, but it was easier than finding a bra, a shirt, and taking the time to don all of them. Instead, she's wearing just the shirt and just the shorts.
He gets a smile when she walks in. Anyone who doesn't know her well might mistake it for bashful but since he knows her better, it's actually more a cross between predatory and desire.]
Hey.
[She's not wearing very much herself when she arrives: those short shorts and a button down that clearly belongs to someone else. He might recognize it from the photos he received once, a very long time ago. It's Ray's. The shirt is Ray's, but it was easier than finding a bra, a shirt, and taking the time to don all of them. Instead, she's wearing just the shirt and just the shorts.
He gets a smile when she walks in. Anyone who doesn't know her well might mistake it for bashful but since he knows her better, it's actually more a cross between predatory and desire.]
Hey.
[She shows up at his door to have kinky sex with him wearing another's mans shirt. If he were anyone else, that might be a deal breaker.
Instead it just arouses him further, makes him want to rip it from her body and claim it as his own.
He isn't wearing much, nothing more than a loose pair of dark lounge pants that leave his top half bare and ride tantalizingly low on his hips.]
Good evening, bella. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Instead it just arouses him further, makes him want to rip it from her body and claim it as his own.
He isn't wearing much, nothing more than a loose pair of dark lounge pants that leave his top half bare and ride tantalizingly low on his hips.]
Good evening, bella. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Pretty sure we discussed something about... [She acts as if she's thinking about what it was they were going to do. Like maybe it slipped her mind or something in the short ride between her floor and his.] ... you begging for me?
[Felicity stops in front of him, the sight of his bare chest doing things to her insides that she still has trouble thinking about for too long. Concentrating on the line of his pants, she draws a finger along that edge before looking up at him.] Unless you had something else in mind?
[Felicity stops in front of him, the sight of his bare chest doing things to her insides that she still has trouble thinking about for too long. Concentrating on the line of his pants, she draws a finger along that edge before looking up at him.] Unless you had something else in mind?
[There's a very distinct way in which his breath hitches within his throat at her touch. The way it slips back out in a soft, wavering sound, half pained sign, half desperate moan.
He's already for her, has been since she sent him that first picture. And honestly, if what she wanted right now was for him to drop to his knees and beg for her touch he would.]
Tell me what you want me to do.
He's already for her, has been since she sent him that first picture. And honestly, if what she wanted right now was for him to drop to his knees and beg for her touch he would.]
Tell me what you want me to do.
[Hearing his breathing stutter when she touches him arouses her. Touching him does it, too, but knowing that he's affected by the way her hands move over his skin nearly makes her lightheaded. The temptation is there to do as he once asked and drop to her knees and let him look at her there with him in her mouth. She wants him to have that visual, but not today.]
I want you to lay down in your bed.
[She bites her lip and moves ahead of him to find-- actually, she has to ask.] I need four of your ties.
I want you to lay down in your bed.
[She bites her lip and moves ahead of him to find-- actually, she has to ask.] I need four of your ties.
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