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evolutionaryTitle: Raw
Warnings: Threesomes!
Word Count: 314
Characters: Nia POV. Nigel, Alan.
Notes: ...I am a bad person who likes bad things. You'll probably see a bunch of these stories pop up.
Nia originates from the idea of an artifact/creation that creates a mirror of a person, with their own experiences and memories, and Nigel touched that. She is basically an AU Nigel, and would be a fem!Nigel if not for all of the discrepancies. She is definitely her own person.
Summary: Give me your wants-- I'll take your fears.
It is strange. Irregular. There's a feeling of fullness that borders the area past uncomfortable. She had agreed to it, and had not been pressed into it. And yet, still... Still....
The one who wears her name and mirrors her face is below her, writhes under her and inside of her. She is tense, muscles coiled, but his reactions are likely more for the arm that is next to his face. Even as she thinks that, he turns his head, pressing his lips wantonly into skin.
She can see the tears pouring down his face easily. He does not cry like that when it is only her.
As she does not make the sounds heard when it is only him.
Alan is behind her, moving ridiculously slow. It is exquisite to the point of painful, and that is both a lie and the truth. He is the one with more experience in preparing others, in moving carefully behind, and so he is the one who takes her virginity twice over.
Nigel is beneath her sobbing out moans, and Alan is against her, his lips at her shoulder murmuring affection, and she cannot stand them.
She can't stand it.
Nigel is beneath and Alan is behind, and she can never say how much she wants that opposite. How much she wants Alan inside of her, pressing close to the core of herself, filling her--
She wants him, wants a part of him, and she can intellectualize the meaning. It frightens her, scares her past reason-- That this person could make her so easily throw away something she had decided to hold to. She should hate him, resent him--want to be far from him.
He traces the curve of her hip and she pushes back into him, moaning.
She wants him. She wants him. She loves him. More than anything.
She wants what he can give her, and she will never ever say.
Warnings: Threesomes!
Word Count: 314
Characters: Nia POV. Nigel, Alan.
Notes: ...I am a bad person who likes bad things. You'll probably see a bunch of these stories pop up.
Nia originates from the idea of an artifact/creation that creates a mirror of a person, with their own experiences and memories, and Nigel touched that. She is basically an AU Nigel, and would be a fem!Nigel if not for all of the discrepancies. She is definitely her own person.
Summary: Give me your wants-- I'll take your fears.
It is strange. Irregular. There's a feeling of fullness that borders the area past uncomfortable. She had agreed to it, and had not been pressed into it. And yet, still... Still....
The one who wears her name and mirrors her face is below her, writhes under her and inside of her. She is tense, muscles coiled, but his reactions are likely more for the arm that is next to his face. Even as she thinks that, he turns his head, pressing his lips wantonly into skin.
She can see the tears pouring down his face easily. He does not cry like that when it is only her.
As she does not make the sounds heard when it is only him.
Alan is behind her, moving ridiculously slow. It is exquisite to the point of painful, and that is both a lie and the truth. He is the one with more experience in preparing others, in moving carefully behind, and so he is the one who takes her virginity twice over.
Nigel is beneath her sobbing out moans, and Alan is against her, his lips at her shoulder murmuring affection, and she cannot stand them.
She can't stand it.
Nigel is beneath and Alan is behind, and she can never say how much she wants that opposite. How much she wants Alan inside of her, pressing close to the core of herself, filling her--
She wants him, wants a part of him, and she can intellectualize the meaning. It frightens her, scares her past reason-- That this person could make her so easily throw away something she had decided to hold to. She should hate him, resent him--want to be far from him.
He traces the curve of her hip and she pushes back into him, moaning.
She wants him. She wants him. She loves him. More than anything.
She wants what he can give her, and she will never ever say.
