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fringe_kinkmemeThis is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
RULES
1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here'seliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.
9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
RULES
1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's
eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
Peter/Etta: A NEED
Date: 2012-12-16 06:30 pm (UTC)"Dad it's me..." She murmurs, lying a hand on his cheek in reassurance. Relieved, Peter sighs and relaxes. "Etta." He breathes.
She's quiet for a moment, unsure if this sort of an approach was off limits now at her age. "Um.... bad dream again." She confesses softly. Peter instantly reaches for her, squeezing her hand. "What about?" he murmurs.
Etta swallows the lump in her throat. "Mom."
"Sweetheart I told you,we will find her-"
"Yea but what if we don't?"
Peter quickly hushes her and pulls her to join him on the bed. She curls close against his body, burying her face in his chest as he strokes her hair. "I made you a promise to find your mother and I will keep that promise, Etta. Even if I have to search the entire universe, or the next, I will find her." he vows solemnly.
His daughter seems content with this and wipes her eyes. "Dad?"
"Mm?"
"Can I- can I just stay in here tonight...? With you?"
"Yes of course baby girl." He murmurs, his heart warming. She rolls over in his arms, turning her back his way and allowing his body to fold around hers. Peter brushed his daughters hair from her eyes before planting a tender kiss to her temple. "I love you, Etta. You know I do."
They lie there for a long while, Peter's arm tucked around his daughter's waist, holding her close. He can't fall back asleep, there's far too much on his mind and his concern for his family seems endless these days...
Etta falls asleep quickly however, occasionally mumbling little unintelligible words mixed with his personal favorites, "Dad" and "Mom."
But half way through the night, her demeanor suddenly shifts and he grows worried. Her body is taunt and stiff against his. He worries she may be having a nightmare again and he debates waking her. Ultimately deciding it best to let her sleep, he pulls her even closer. Etta relaxes slightly in her sleep with a soft moan.
He's startled by the sound. Olivia. He thinks instantly and he shivers.
God his daughter was warm in his arms... so incredibly intensely warm... And the feel of her wrapped around him was staggering. Exactly like Olivia. Exactly. Her lean and thin build... The flat expanse of her stomach, the feel of her heart beating fast in her chest. Jesus Christ they even smell identical. He doesn't understand how this is humanly possible...
Peter buries his nose deep in his daughter's hair again, breathing in her sweet scent. Brown sugar and vanilla. Comfort. Love... And sex. The emotions of it all are overwhelming.
He knows that scent is the most powerful of memory devices. And his daughter's has stirred up a million different memories he'd rather not revisit with his own child in his arms.
All of them were of Olivia... Of course. That sweet face of hers as she begged him to cross universes for her; her kiss, lips soft on his. The way she had looked a painful few months later, the first time he'd undressed her... That playfully guilty smile on her face. The gleam of wonder in her eyes as she confessed she was pregnant with their child.... And most of all their wedding day. Her short simple white dress hugging her body and her beautiful golden hair flowing and framing her face in the most lovely of ways. She was so beautiful... And she still was later that evening, sprawled out on the bed, her body bare and heaving as she beckoned for him, whispering his name. Oh... He desperately craves her touch again, and her kiss and everything wonderful that made Olivia, Olivia...
But he has Etta, their baby girl so like her mother in almost every way. His perverted sense of curiosity leads him to wonder what intimacies between his wife and Etta were identical as well. He can't really help his mind from wandering. Its been almost 20 years since he's touched Olivia, let alone made love to her...
Biting his lip, Peter's hands tenderly slide over his daughter's breast. Etta has always been a heavy sleeper, since the day she was born, and he isn't too worried about being caught. His fingers slip up her shirt...
His breath quickens as he pinches her nipple slightly before cupping her breast fully in his massive hands. Yes, she's exactly like Olivia.
Etta suddenly sighs in her sleep, her lips parting slightly.
He takes this unguarded opportunity to test his other theory.... His mouth covers hers in a gentle kiss before his control slips yet again... Peter slides his tongue into her mouth to taste her fully. His eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. Fuck. He nearly groans in delight. Etta too has inherited her mother's gorgeous, richly warm and delicious mouth. He wonders idily if her mouth is as talented as her mothers, his cock twitching at the very prospect alone.
It's his daughter, he knows this, and recognizes the severity of what he's doing and what he's contemplating doing next. But he can't help it... The overwhelming levels of testosterone in his body and the simple utter need for intimacy blur all his ethical guidelines.
Numb, Peter rolls Etta on her back gently and even in the pale moonlight she's still a spitting image of her mother. He shifts to loom above her, his knees planted on the bed, his hands by her sweet face. In a moment of tenderness and longing, Peter caresses her cheek. Almost in apology. His heart aches for his wife, he needs her desperately in all the right and the wrong reasons. And now, lying atop his daughter, he needs her too...
His mouth joins hers again, only this time his kiss is more urgent, more needy. Peter cups her breast in one hand while the other wiggles into his briefs to stroke himself.
"Olivia..." He moans deeply, burying his face in the crook of his daughter's neck. "Fuck..."
He could cry. He feels like shit. This is his own daughter... but she feels so good, so right.
Worst of all, he knows exactly what's waiting between her legs... That tight wet heat... Ready for him... He can almost feel her walls tightening around him. He wonders if Ettas eyes would roll back in sweet agony like Olivia's do....
But Peter only wonders. He won't penetrate her, he refuses, holding onto this small scrap of whats right and what is wrong....
Still, Peter strokes his cock, his excitement steadily growing. She's so beautiful... His little girl...
He's pumping hard now, his hand jerking his shaft quickly. His other hand slides her shirt up to expose her soft belly. He strokes himself against her skin, rocking his body atop her in slow thrusts. It isn't long before he feels the electricity dancing at his finger tips, his head clouding, his eyes unable to stay open any longer. With a quiet moan, Peter releases himself all over his daughter's stomach in thick ropes that glisten in the moonlight
Panting softly, he buries his face in Etta's shoulder again, turning to kiss her neck. He lies there, his cock now soft and pressed against her bare belly.
"Daddy..." She suddenly breathes.
Shit. Panic secretly floods him and hopes that maybe she's only sleep talking again. But no.
"Dad..." Etta whimpers again, reaching.
"Hush sweet pea." He murmurs softly, tears in his eyes as he reaches for the box of tissues to clean her up. "Just close your eyes again." He can't bear those eyes right now. He's afraid of the terror he'll see in them.
Peter gently wipes the mess from her belly, the guilt steadily setting in. As he brushes past the hem of her underwear, Etta squirms slightly, arching into the touch. "Please... Dad..." She begs weakly. "P- Peter...." his name tastes funny on her tongue. Unnatural but she somewhat likes it and by the fierce look in his eyes, she can tell that he does too. He's hard all over again a matter of seconds...
Feeling his cock hard against her, Etta shivers, her hand fisting in his shirt. Canting her chin upwards, she catches his lips in hers in a needy desperate kiss. He's gone again. When her tongue flicks into her father's mouth, he sucks gently at the tip, savoring her taste.
Etta pulls away suddenly with a soft gasp. "I had another dream... About you this time..." She whispers smiling shyly.
Peter closes his eyes tightly and swallows hard as Etta takes him in her hand.
No, they can't do this...
They shouldn't.
But they do.
Re: Peter/Etta: A NEED
Date: 2012-12-16 07:15 pm (UTC)Well done, I really like it! So wrong and hot..
Re: Peter/Etta: A NEED
Date: 2012-12-17 02:58 am (UTC)