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schmericaKicks and Bucks
by Pearl-o
X-men: First Class. Erik/Moira (implied Moira/Charles, Erik/Charles). NC-17, ~750 words.
Summary: Moira has her reasons for this thing with Erik. Erik's motives are less clear.
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The Problem With Charles (and it is a Problem, capital letters and all, inside Moira's head) is feelings. Moira loves her job, and she's good at it; she has to be, to survive as a woman in the Agency. She has to be twice as good as anybody else just to keep her head above water. She has to be twice as careful.
The Problem With Charles is that, if she let herself, if she gave herself the slightest bit of give, she could have real feelings for him. She could fall for him, so easily.
That's not a danger with Erik.
She's braced against the dresser, hands clutching tight against the edges of the wood. Erik's breath is heavy, hot against the back of her neck, her back scratchy where he's rubbed his unshaven cheek. One of his hands has a hold on her breast, and the other is between her legs, thumb rubbing at her clit while the rest of him holds her open, apart, feeling more bared to the world than she's ever been. Every time he thrusts into her, his cock filling her completely, it pushes her up onto her toes.
"Shush," Erik says, half into her hair. "You're being too loud. Do you want the children to hear you, Moira?"
He doesn't pause, doesn't give at all while he talks.
"I'm fine," Moira says. It's an effort to force out the words.
"I can stop. If you don't think you can control yourself," Erik says. And Moira has never liked him, not since the night she met him, and she's never seen what Charles finds so worthy of his friendship, but Moira has never hated him, not until this moment.
Erik slows down his movements, so that the shift of his cock inside her is little more than a tease, almost a tickle. He pinches her nipple between two fingers.
"Don't be an ass," Moira says. When Erik chuckles behind her, she can feel it through her entire body. She thinks about his mouth, the way he made her come earlier with his tongue and his fingers, the sight of his head between her thighs.
"If you're sure," Erik says, and his grip on her goes tighter, "but do try a little harder. We wouldn't want to wake up dear Charles, would we?"
Harder, harder, Moira thinks but doesn't say, and she lets her head hang down, lets her hair fall over her face. This isn't how she would make love with Charles - that would be sweet, would be playful, she thinks, and there is a word she would never use to describe Erik, not in a million years.
"You're thinking of him right now, aren't you," Erik says. His voice is so low, so dark it makes her want to tremble. "Thinking of him inside you, fucking you like this-"
Moira bites her lip, hard and doesn't make a sound. Not like this, no, but this is good, this is what she needs right now.
She comes, pulsing around him, and then he's pulling out before she's ready, leaving her empty. She breathes heavily against the dresser and listens to him finishing himself in his own hand.
The sound he makes when he finishes is louder than any of her moans had been, she thinks.
She turns around after a moment, leaning back against the furniture as she watches him gather up clothes from the bedroom floor. She feels pleasantly sore all over, and rather sleepy. He really is very good-looking.
"Is that what this is about for you, then?" Moira says, folding her arms across her chest. She feels rather curious.
"What's that?" Erik says, pulling on his pants, not bothering to look her way.
"You have sex with me because you know Charles hasn't. Does it make you feel powerful? Superior to him, somehow?"
Erik looks at her, then, and raises one eyebrow. "Is that your theory? Interesting."
"Am I wrong?" Moira says.
"You don't understand at all," Erik says. She can't read his expression, and it irritates her. It's easy for him, this condescending distance, and she almost wonders if there really is anything else beneath it. Surely there has to be. "Not about me," Erik continues. "Not about Charles. I do wonder that he doesn't see that."
He's fully dressed again, while she's still naked. He takes a step forward and kisses her, surprisingly brief and gentle.
"Good night, Moira," Erik says. "Sleep well."
Erik lets himself out of the room, using his powers rather showily to unlock the door and close it behind.
Moira thinks: next time, she is going to push him onto his back on the bed, and ride him until he begs for it.
by Pearl-o
X-men: First Class. Erik/Moira (implied Moira/Charles, Erik/Charles). NC-17, ~750 words.
Summary: Moira has her reasons for this thing with Erik. Erik's motives are less clear.
*****
The Problem With Charles (and it is a Problem, capital letters and all, inside Moira's head) is feelings. Moira loves her job, and she's good at it; she has to be, to survive as a woman in the Agency. She has to be twice as good as anybody else just to keep her head above water. She has to be twice as careful.
The Problem With Charles is that, if she let herself, if she gave herself the slightest bit of give, she could have real feelings for him. She could fall for him, so easily.
That's not a danger with Erik.
She's braced against the dresser, hands clutching tight against the edges of the wood. Erik's breath is heavy, hot against the back of her neck, her back scratchy where he's rubbed his unshaven cheek. One of his hands has a hold on her breast, and the other is between her legs, thumb rubbing at her clit while the rest of him holds her open, apart, feeling more bared to the world than she's ever been. Every time he thrusts into her, his cock filling her completely, it pushes her up onto her toes.
"Shush," Erik says, half into her hair. "You're being too loud. Do you want the children to hear you, Moira?"
He doesn't pause, doesn't give at all while he talks.
"I'm fine," Moira says. It's an effort to force out the words.
"I can stop. If you don't think you can control yourself," Erik says. And Moira has never liked him, not since the night she met him, and she's never seen what Charles finds so worthy of his friendship, but Moira has never hated him, not until this moment.
Erik slows down his movements, so that the shift of his cock inside her is little more than a tease, almost a tickle. He pinches her nipple between two fingers.
"Don't be an ass," Moira says. When Erik chuckles behind her, she can feel it through her entire body. She thinks about his mouth, the way he made her come earlier with his tongue and his fingers, the sight of his head between her thighs.
"If you're sure," Erik says, and his grip on her goes tighter, "but do try a little harder. We wouldn't want to wake up dear Charles, would we?"
Harder, harder, Moira thinks but doesn't say, and she lets her head hang down, lets her hair fall over her face. This isn't how she would make love with Charles - that would be sweet, would be playful, she thinks, and there is a word she would never use to describe Erik, not in a million years.
"You're thinking of him right now, aren't you," Erik says. His voice is so low, so dark it makes her want to tremble. "Thinking of him inside you, fucking you like this-"
Moira bites her lip, hard and doesn't make a sound. Not like this, no, but this is good, this is what she needs right now.
She comes, pulsing around him, and then he's pulling out before she's ready, leaving her empty. She breathes heavily against the dresser and listens to him finishing himself in his own hand.
The sound he makes when he finishes is louder than any of her moans had been, she thinks.
She turns around after a moment, leaning back against the furniture as she watches him gather up clothes from the bedroom floor. She feels pleasantly sore all over, and rather sleepy. He really is very good-looking.
"Is that what this is about for you, then?" Moira says, folding her arms across her chest. She feels rather curious.
"What's that?" Erik says, pulling on his pants, not bothering to look her way.
"You have sex with me because you know Charles hasn't. Does it make you feel powerful? Superior to him, somehow?"
Erik looks at her, then, and raises one eyebrow. "Is that your theory? Interesting."
"Am I wrong?" Moira says.
"You don't understand at all," Erik says. She can't read his expression, and it irritates her. It's easy for him, this condescending distance, and she almost wonders if there really is anything else beneath it. Surely there has to be. "Not about me," Erik continues. "Not about Charles. I do wonder that he doesn't see that."
He's fully dressed again, while she's still naked. He takes a step forward and kisses her, surprisingly brief and gentle.
"Good night, Moira," Erik says. "Sleep well."
Erik lets himself out of the room, using his powers rather showily to unlock the door and close it behind.
Moira thinks: next time, she is going to push him onto his back on the bed, and ride him until he begs for it.
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30/10/11 08:34 (UTC)YOU HAVE
NO IDEA
I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE THING OF YOURS THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN
This isn't how she would make love with Charles - that would be sweet, would be playful, she thinks, and there is a word she would never use to describe Erik, not in a million years.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I
PEARL
PEARL
Also sequel now please and thank you I love you you are so lovely. I'M NOT BEING DEMANDING OR ANYTHING I JUST LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE THEM OKAY. Like there is so much unsaid and I love this and can I just love you forever.
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30/10/11 09:49 (UTC)(no subject)
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30/10/11 13:49 (UTC)I wish she would.
That was gorgeous.
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30/10/11 16:46 (UTC)(no subject)
30/10/11 18:11 (UTC)(no subject)
31/10/11 02:46 (UTC)I don't even know where this came from, actually, is the thing. I was not expecting to write it!
But, yeah, I have such a soft spot for narratives of two people connecting over both of them wanting the same third person that they can't have. And also, &MOIRA;! The way Erik is the biggest dick in the world to everyone except Charles! And just in general, I feel like every time you write rare pair het porn in an OTP slash fandom, an angel gets its wings. It's just so satisfying.
Although, okay, here is my problem with thinking about a sequel, is that I don't think the two of them are going to have any emotional growth in their relationship, you know? I mean, they're going to have more sex, but nothing is going to change in either of them, and I don't think I can make a story without that. (An exception might be if Moira did figure out more about what Erik feels for Charles, but I really don't want to get into figuring out her early 60s feelings about homo- or bisexuality.)
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31/10/11 02:47 (UTC)(no subject)
31/10/11 02:50 (UTC)In conclusion, smut.
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31/10/11 03:03 (UTC)(no subject)
31/10/11 03:29 (UTC)Anyway. I need to write more Moira, I think; I want to get more a grasp of her characterization in general. And also an icon.
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31/10/11 03:57 (UTC)(no subject)
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31/10/11 04:02 (UTC)Also, I love how Erik is trying to convince Moira that it has nothing to do with Charles, when in fact, you know, it has EVERYTHING TO DO WITH CHARLES.
Hahaha, yes. EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HIM. Just ... Moira doesn't quite understand the way it does, because she can't quite get to the gay thing, so she's stuck thinking it has something to do with dominance. When Erik is really doing much the same thing she is, with an added factor of knowing Charles cares about her and wanting to know why, what is so special about Moira, why her.
Hahahaha, yes, Moira needs to push him around some more. It's good for him, Moira. And he likes it, even if he won't admit it. Wear your pretty lingerie from the Hellfire Club and some high heels, and maybe gag him with something.
Man, do you think Charles could keep it a secret if he did know? I feel like he would be kind of pissy about it.
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31/10/11 04:20 (UTC)Man, do you think Charles could keep it a secret if he did know? I feel like he would be kind of pissy about it.
He totally would. WRITE IIIT. /enabling
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31/10/11 04:30 (UTC)I don't want to write it! I want someone else to write the sequel. That's totally fair.
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31/10/11 04:35 (UTC)Here, I will help you: "You should gag him," Charles suggests, surveying Erik's position on the bed with a critical eye. He gestures at Moira. "Take off your stockings, love."
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31/10/11 20:32 (UTC)Also, that was me who just added you on Gtalk, but it says "busy" and I didn't want to bother you.
PS: POST THIS FIC TO
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31/10/11 20:39 (UTC)I am super shy about chatting, especially with gtalk for some reason, but HI ANDY o____o HI.
I also feel really awkward being the inaugural post to the comm, but I will do it anyway, because you told me to. Okay.
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31/10/11 20:42 (UTC)I may hit you up on chat sometime when I'm not scrambling to finish this midterm. I feel like somehow we don't talk that often! So we shall have to remedy that. Like a boss. Like bosses. Like final bosses.
♥
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31/10/11 20:43 (UTC)(PS, what does the "Content" thing in the heading mean? I feel dumb.)
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