"This is going to work a lot better if you shut up," Dresden said. "Seriously, I need for you to--"
I picked her up and she made a startled noise, then wrapped her legs around me. She wasn't a small woman and she'd mostly dated vanilla humans before, so I guessed she wasn't used to being picked up so easily. Heh, in more ways than one. "Come on, you like hearing me talk," I said. "You want to hear what I want to do you, you know you--" and then I did shut up, because she kissed me, and stuck her hand down my pants at the same time. I turned around so her back was against the wall and I had some leverage. She gasped when I got her shirt open, pushed down the bra and got my mouth on her. "It's been a while, huh?" I said, grinning at her.
"Shut up," she muttered, then bit the corner of her mouth. "You think you can hold out if I blow you?" Like she wasn't sure if she should risk it.
I didn't show my surprise-- I hadn't thought she'd go for that, that that was something she'd want to do for me. But I had my pride, so I said, "Sure. You think you could if I went down on you?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I don't need to," she said. And I wanted that, just as much as I wanted to fuck her, wanted to see her lose it, open and needy. I wanted to see if I could get her to make that same startled sound when my mouth was on her, like she'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched. She curled her hand around me and even with the awkward angle, it was good enough to make me groan.
"Men," she said, like I was one and the same as her reporter ex, her childhood sweetheart, "Always so damn arrogant, always acting like having a dick actually means something..."
I had to laugh at that, because I wasn't even close to young enough to believe that. "Hey, if you want to strap one on, feel free."
Her eyes went wide at that and really, she'd never done that before? Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise-- Dresden could be aggressively oblivious to her own appeal, even when she was clearly having trouble thinking past some guy with his shirt off, and probably didn't get laid half as much as her body, at least, would have liked. I'd see how the Raiths acted around her, leaning in against her aura, the warm, careless glow of energy she probably didn't realize she put out.
"You-- you'd like that?" She said, still wide-eyed.
I would, probably, at least half because I could imagine how she'd react to it, turning red and getting turned on by the idea of it. But not now. "Another time, maybe?"
"Right." She nodded and put her free land on my chest. "The bed, I want you lying down and-- Stars and stones, put me down!"
Because I'd started to walk backwards until I could fall back slowly on to the bed, taking her with me. She landed on top, flustered and yeah, definitely not used to feeling light, to feeling delicate. Gorgeous, long, long legs either side of me, and dark hair coming loose from its braid and almost shaking with want. I could see it, the way she was letting the momentum of it carry her forwards so she wouldn't let herself think about it. I don't feed off energy like some do, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. At the moment, it was a warm, tight spiral around her, like a tornado occasionally reaching out from her skin. She rolled her hips against me and even through two layers of jeans, it felt good. She closed her eyes, hands braced on my chest and did it again.
"Come up here," I said, trying to pull her forward. "Come on, take off your jeans, let me--" which made her snap her eyes open, same startled expression on her face, like she'd forgotten what it was like to want this without having to shove that desire back down.
"Okay, okay, just--" She rolled off me, which I regretted, and started trying to slide out of her jeans, all need and no grace. I didn't help, stroking down her thigh, across her underwear when it got exposed. She managed to get them down to her ankles before I got frustrated, sliding off the bed and pulling her legs halfway off so she was angled right and I could get my mouth on her. Beautiful and needy, hands fisting the covers until she cried out.
I made a mental list of everyone I knew that would kill to be where I was now and estimated what, exactly they'd give up to do it. She raised her head off the sheets, looking somewhere between dazed and delirious. "Polite," she said, which probably made sense to her.
I ran one hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver when I brushed it across the side of her knee. "Please," I said, making sure my smile showed all my teeth. "And thank you." Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles and she finished kicking them off, then made a beckoning gesture.
"Well if were going to be all formal, I cordially invite..."
It makes me think a bit how Harry's attitude towards casual sex would be different if he were a woman. Would she still be all about sex needing to mean something, or would years of knowing that, as a woman, she's expected to think that change her mind?
My take is that Harry still wants sex to mean something-- that she still needs a connection and needs some kind of... well, reason to think the person isn't going to use the personal connection to hurt her.
Canon!Harry, for various reasons, is all about sex that means something, which makes a lot of sense. Given how much of his life is... well, he's spent a lot of it with people fucking with his mind, trying to deprive him of agency, for whom he was an object or something to be used and sex does make you vulnerable. It makes sense that he want to be able to trust someone's character*, that anyone that he lets that close should be someone he'd want to be close to.
Not that I think he thinks about it that much and I suspect most of this is on a much more lizard-brain level.
My take on a female Harry is much the same, but with possibly (I'd hope) with more of a fuck-you attitude to attempts at controlling her sex life. That is, she still, on the whole, gets off on having that connection, feels she can relax more if she's fucking someone she trusts, but with a hearty fuck-off at anyone that tries to judge her sex life (or lack thereof), at anyone that tries to leverage whether she does or doesn't into some kind of power. And sometimes she wants to get laid.
*Which is not to say that he has to trust 100% of their motivations or potential actions.
But this is also fascinating, not just hot. Thinking about how different Dresden's weird power mixed with self-loathing issues would manifest if he were born female.
I... would dearly like more of this. And I don't generally like het. But, um, the always-a-girl thing and the Kincaid thing both make me go oooh, and I want AAG!Harry/Kincaid strap-on porn like fiery suns. Which I did not know until just now.
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Manners 1/1 (Reposted because of HTMLfail)
Date: 2011-02-19 01:19 am (UTC)"This is going to work a lot better if you shut up," Dresden said. "Seriously, I need for you to--"
I picked her up and she made a startled noise, then wrapped her legs around me. She wasn't a small woman and she'd mostly dated vanilla humans before, so I guessed she wasn't used to being picked up so easily. Heh, in more ways than one. "Come on, you like hearing me talk," I said. "You want to hear what I want to do you, you know you--" and then I did shut up, because she kissed me, and stuck her hand down my pants at the same time. I turned around so her back was against the wall and I had some leverage. She gasped when I got her shirt open, pushed down the bra and got my mouth on her. "It's been a while, huh?" I said, grinning at her.
"Shut up," she muttered, then bit the corner of her mouth. "You think you can hold out if I blow you?" Like she wasn't sure if she should risk it.
I didn't show my surprise-- I hadn't thought she'd go for that, that that was something she'd want to do for me. But I had my pride, so I said, "Sure. You think you could if I went down on you?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. "I don't need to," she said. And I wanted that, just as much as I wanted to fuck her, wanted to see her lose it, open and needy. I wanted to see if I could get her to make that same startled sound when my mouth was on her, like she'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched. She curled her hand around me and even with the awkward angle, it was good enough to make me groan.
"Men," she said, like I was one and the same as her reporter ex, her childhood sweetheart, "Always so damn arrogant, always acting like having a dick actually means something..."
I had to laugh at that, because I wasn't even close to young enough to believe that. "Hey, if you want to strap one on, feel free."
Her eyes went wide at that and really, she'd never done that before? Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise-- Dresden could be aggressively oblivious to her own appeal, even when she was clearly having trouble thinking past some guy with his shirt off, and probably didn't get laid half as much as her body, at least, would have liked. I'd see how the Raiths acted around her, leaning in against her aura, the warm, careless glow of energy she probably didn't realize she put out.
"You-- you'd like that?" She said, still wide-eyed.
I would, probably, at least half because I could imagine how she'd react to it, turning red and getting turned on by the idea of it. But not now. "Another time, maybe?"
"Right." She nodded and put her free land on my chest. "The bed, I want you lying down and-- Stars and stones, put me down!"
Because I'd started to walk backwards until I could fall back slowly on to the bed, taking her with me. She landed on top, flustered and yeah, definitely not used to feeling light, to feeling delicate. Gorgeous, long, long legs either side of me, and dark hair coming loose from its braid and almost shaking with want. I could see it, the way she was letting the momentum of it carry her forwards so she wouldn't let herself think about it. I don't feed off energy like some do, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. At the moment, it was a warm, tight spiral around her, like a tornado occasionally reaching out from her skin. She rolled her hips against me and even through two layers of jeans, it felt good. She closed her eyes, hands braced on my chest and did it again.
"Come up here," I said, trying to pull her forward. "Come on, take off your jeans, let me--" which made her snap her eyes open, same startled expression on her face, like she'd forgotten what it was like to want this without having to shove that desire back down.
"Okay, okay, just--" She rolled off me, which I regretted, and started trying to slide out of her jeans, all need and no grace. I didn't help, stroking down her thigh, across her underwear when it got exposed. She managed to get them down to her ankles before I got frustrated, sliding off the bed and pulling her legs halfway off so she was angled right and I could get my mouth on her. Beautiful and needy, hands fisting the covers until she cried out.
I made a mental list of everyone I knew that would kill to be where I was now and estimated what, exactly they'd give up to do it. She raised her head off the sheets, looking somewhere between dazed and delirious. "Polite," she said, which probably made sense to her.
I ran one hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver when I brushed it across the side of her knee. "Please," I said, making sure my smile showed all my teeth. "And thank you." Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles and she finished kicking them off, then made a beckoning gesture.
"Well if were going to be all formal, I cordially invite..."
Re: Manners 1/1 - OP
Date: 2011-02-19 02:28 am (UTC)And the last lines! :D
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Date: 2011-02-22 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: Manners 1/1 (Reposted because of HTMLfail)
Date: 2011-02-19 02:59 am (UTC)It makes me think a bit how Harry's attitude towards casual sex would be different if he were a woman. Would she still be all about sex needing to mean something, or would years of knowing that, as a woman, she's expected to think that change her mind?
Re: Manners 1/1 (Reposted because of HTMLfail)
Date: 2011-02-19 03:32 am (UTC)Canon!Harry, for various reasons, is all about sex that means something, which makes a lot of sense. Given how much of his life is... well, he's spent a lot of it with people fucking with his mind, trying to deprive him of agency, for whom he was an object or something to be used and sex does make you vulnerable. It makes sense that he want to be able to trust someone's character*, that anyone that he lets that close should be someone he'd want to be close to.
Not that I think he thinks about it that much and I suspect most of this is on a much more lizard-brain level.
My take on a female Harry is much the same, but with possibly (I'd hope) with more of a fuck-you attitude to attempts at controlling her sex life. That is, she still, on the whole, gets off on having that connection, feels she can relax more if she's fucking someone she trusts, but with a hearty fuck-off at anyone that tries to judge her sex life (or lack thereof), at anyone that tries to leverage whether she does or doesn't into some kind of power. And sometimes she wants to get laid.
*Which is not to say that he has to trust 100% of their motivations or potential actions.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:59 pm (UTC)But this is also fascinating, not just hot. Thinking about how different Dresden's weird power mixed with self-loathing issues would manifest if he were born female.
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Date: 2011-02-27 03:53 am (UTC)Also, the last line she maketh me happy.