Fanfic100 Prompt 038 Touch
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call_me_snakeTitle: It's Just First Aid
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and Brazen
Prompt: 038: Touch
Word Count: 1,944
Rating: R/NC-17
Author's Notes:
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight and Part Nine.
Summary: Brazen and Snake set up camp and take care of her injuries before dinner with the Chief.
So baby let your conscience go,
There's no turning back when love takes hold
Hold me baby, drive me crazy
Touch me all night long
Make me love you, kiss and hug you
Touch me all night long
The more that I see you
The more I know that love belongs
With you in my mind boy
I wouldn't know what's right from wrong
- "Touch Me" - Cathy Dennis
Snake headed for a patch of brush surrounding a fairly open area to set up camp. They would need a night or two for Brazen’s arm to heal some and though he didn’t exactly trust them the Indians hated the USPF as much as he did. It would be some protection if Malloy came back for round two. Snake started pulling things down from the saddle and unpacked the tent. He was setting the stakes when he saw Brazen’s expression. She was staring at him with a disgusted frown.
“What’s wrong?” Snake paused in his work to regard her.
“I feel useless.” Brazen held her injured arm and Snake smiled. He knew what she was feeling remembering the few times he had been injured in the war and couldn’t help. Snake contemplated for a minute and then had an idea. He pulled the saddle and pack off the horse laying it on the ground while Brazen looked on curiously. Some rummaging and Snake produced a brush.
“Why don’t you brush….” He motioned at the horse realizing it didn’t have a name. “Name it too while you’re at it. Just nothing stupid.”
Brazen grinned at the task. It was something she could do and she was impressed by his understanding of the situation. Brazen began brushing the horse and Snake turned his attention back to the tent.
“What do you think about Raven or Coal?”
Snake shrugged. “Kole’s alright. Raven sounds like bullshit to me.”
Brazen laughed under her breath and nodded. “I like Coal too.”
By the time she had finished with the horse Snake had set up the tent and was busy stringing the supplies up in the tree. Brazen smiled to herself and headed into the tent. Her arm and side were almost unbearable but she didn’t want Snake to know. He looked after her enough and she wanted to prove she didn’t always need rescued.
She sat down cracking one of the heat packs to warm the tent before she tried to pull of her coat. She couldn’t move enough and tears started to well up from the pain as she struggled to pull her arms out. Brazen didn’t even hear him come in. The first indication there was anyone else with her was the hands on her coat and his voice.
“You look like you could use some help.”
Brazen couldn’t look at him and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She could hear him sigh as he slid her coat off.
“Let’s have a look at that arm...hmmm?” His voice was very smooth and soothing for once instead of the normal clipped tone and it took down her defenses.
“It’s my side and shoulder.” Brazen relented knowing he wouldn’t accept a “no” and she was really not in the mood to start another argument.
“Can you move it?”
Brazen lifted her arm a few inches only to bite down on her lip to hold in the cry. He hadn’t complained with a gunshot wound so she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of a few bruises.
“Does it hurt?” He squeezed gently at the shoulder and she burst into tears. It hurt too much for her to hold them back. Snake didn’t say anything. He was already digging in one of the packs.
“Take off your shirt.”
Brazen stared at him in disbelief. With the way he acted around her she wasn’t about to start undressing. Plissken sighed with his back still to her.
“You want the pain to stop, take off your shirt or leave it on and suffer.” His voice was back to its clipped annoyance as he turned around with a first aid kit. His expression was expectant but he was silently waiting. Brazen rolled her eyes and scooted around so her back was to him.
“Alright.” She unbuttoned her shirt reluctantly as he settled in behind her. She could already feel his breath on her shoulder when he helped her out of her shirt. Gingerly he pulled down her bra strap and she could feel an equally soothing touch on her shoulder. Then came the salve or whatever it was. His strong hands worked the cool cream into her shoulder and then it warmed as the pressure increased. Brazen didn’t want him touching her but this she could do with more often.
Snake tried not to think about what he was doing. He kept telling himself it was all to get his companion up and ready to fight incase of trouble but there was no fooling his senses. Her skin was soft under his fingers and he kept staring over her shoulder at the breasts rising and falling with her breath. Sure they were still covered but he had an imagination, one that was reminding him how it felt to touch them. The sigh of relaxation only made it worse. It had that quality to it of someone enjoying his touch and his mind couldn’t help but think of his hands roaming elsewhere.
Snake looked away trying with all his will to ignore her. Why should he even try? He would just get wound up and rebuffed again. Plissken wanted to pretend this was all just harmless patching of injuries but he had other motivations for getting his hands on her.
Brazen relaxed completely under the work of his hands. Even the tension that had been between them since they started to fight days earlier subsided. The warmth from the pack and the pain cream on her shoulder lulled her to a sleepiness that she couldn’t fight. The next thing she knew Brazen was reclining back against Snake’s chest revealing in the relaxing massage and the abating pain.
Snake was shocked by her body leaning back into his. At first he ignored her but eventually he couldn’t help himself. He followed her legs up to her bare stomach and the bra pulling tight against her chest. Her breasts were perfect. He could remember them, just a nice handful. He tore his eye from them up her neck and to her face. That’s when he noticed her eyes were closed. Plissken debated the meaning of her actions. Was she falling asleep or was this an invitation? He felt his breath speed up and the want rush back. He didn’t care anymore. His hands still working her shoulder and arm he bent down kissing her lips. Gently he touched his lips to hers but instantly his body burned and he knew the softness would be lost in desire very soon.
Brazen was falling asleep. She was so relaxed and the tension of the day was gone replaced by the safety and warmth of the tent. At first she didn’t know what was happening but as the pressure of his lips increased her eyes opened. She could see his closed eye and feel the hand moving down her arm sliding toward her stomach. His touch was seductive, soft and edged with a promise of passion.
Brazen wanted to resist as his arms wrapped around her but she couldn’t. Even if she refused to admit it for fear of what might happen, she wanted him desperately. If she gave in everything she was would be destroyed. She would be a moral criminal just like the people she used to fight. Susan could feel his hands on her stomach moving up to cup her bra. What if she gave in to this man who obviously wanted her so much? There was more fear, the terror that he would abandon her once he had his way. She would be left alone again. That was the last thing she wanted.
When she looked into his face his eye was open looking into hers. There was so much passion, desire, want in that look and Brazen found it harder and harder to resist. His body was flush against hers and radiating warmth against her bare skin. What could a kiss hurt? She relented to his lips opening her mouth to his. The kiss deepened and his touch became needy. Her head was swimming again bowled over by just how much Snake desired her.
Plissken felt her lips relent and took advantage of it. With a tug her pants were undone. He couldn’t stop the urge to touch her. Snake shoved his hand down under the fabric and gasped feeling the burning wetness. The knowledge that she was aroused made his whole body tremble with lust. She wanted him no matter how much she resisted. There would be no denying it now.
The tug had gone unnoticed but the fingers pressing to her body nearly made her scream from panic or lust she wasn’t sure. She pulled his hand free of her pants.
“Snake, no.” She didn’t know what the no was about. That touch had set her whole body on fire but she still wanted it to stop. Plissken pulled back from the kiss to stare at her with a confused look.
“Come on.” His words were a sugary growl but what he did next was intolerable. His arm slipped from hers and he brought the wet fingers to his mouth licking them in a way that was so erotic Brazen’s mind could barely comprehend. All she could think about was where that hand had been and how his tongue moved. He was a incubus, like being trapped with the devil. Her mind had to come up with something before her will broke.
Plissken kissed her neck and she wanted to run from him out in the cold, anywhere in fact where he couldn’t touch her. Finally she solved her dilemma.
“Snake….” Her voice was so ragged that she choked on the rest of her sentence.
“Hmmm…?” He stopped kissing her for a moment and she forced the rest of the sentence out.
“Don’t we have to go to dinner?”
She took a deep breath to calm herself and his expression faded to dissatisfaction.
“Shit.” Snake mumbled it mostly to himself. He’d totally forgot about dinner. Plissken sighed disgruntled with the whole process. His eye traveled down her body to the unbuttoned pants. The taste still lingered in his mouth and he was half tempted to say fuck the chief and stay right where he was. So close.
“I’d rather not be scalped.” Brazen added for effect.
Plissken rolled his eye relenting to her logic as much as he hated it. He pulled back from her watching as she buttoned her pants and yanked the shirt back on. It was a shame to see her cover up. Now Snake desperately needed a distraction so he decided to repack the first aid kit while she finished dressing.
“The shoulder feel better?” Small talk was what he needed and a drink so he could get rid of the taste in his mouth.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Plissken smiled to himself. He’d made progress in his game even if she still rejected him. At least this time it was a legitimate excuse. Snake got out of the tent and stood in the cold. No coat, no he needed to cold to bring back his senses. The sky was darkening and snow was falling faster. There would be a blizzard before the night was over. Finally, Brazen appeared without her coat too. Snake stifled a chuckle wondering if she was without a coat for the same reason he was, to cool down.
“Anything I should know?”
Plissken shrugged. “Pretty simple. You should be able to catch on by watching.”
Brazen hated when he answered like that but said nothing as she followed him down the path toward the chief’s tent. Plissken disappeared inside and Brazen hesitated before following.
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fanfic100
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and Brazen
Prompt: 038: Touch
Word Count: 1,944
Rating: R/NC-17
Author's Notes:
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight and Part Nine.
Summary: Brazen and Snake set up camp and take care of her injuries before dinner with the Chief.
There's no turning back when love takes hold
Hold me baby, drive me crazy
Touch me all night long
Make me love you, kiss and hug you
Touch me all night long
The more that I see you
The more I know that love belongs
With you in my mind boy
I wouldn't know what's right from wrong
- "Touch Me" - Cathy Dennis
Snake headed for a patch of brush surrounding a fairly open area to set up camp. They would need a night or two for Brazen’s arm to heal some and though he didn’t exactly trust them the Indians hated the USPF as much as he did. It would be some protection if Malloy came back for round two. Snake started pulling things down from the saddle and unpacked the tent. He was setting the stakes when he saw Brazen’s expression. She was staring at him with a disgusted frown.
“What’s wrong?” Snake paused in his work to regard her.
“I feel useless.” Brazen held her injured arm and Snake smiled. He knew what she was feeling remembering the few times he had been injured in the war and couldn’t help. Snake contemplated for a minute and then had an idea. He pulled the saddle and pack off the horse laying it on the ground while Brazen looked on curiously. Some rummaging and Snake produced a brush.
“Why don’t you brush….” He motioned at the horse realizing it didn’t have a name. “Name it too while you’re at it. Just nothing stupid.”
Brazen grinned at the task. It was something she could do and she was impressed by his understanding of the situation. Brazen began brushing the horse and Snake turned his attention back to the tent.
“What do you think about Raven or Coal?”
Snake shrugged. “Kole’s alright. Raven sounds like bullshit to me.”
Brazen laughed under her breath and nodded. “I like Coal too.”
By the time she had finished with the horse Snake had set up the tent and was busy stringing the supplies up in the tree. Brazen smiled to herself and headed into the tent. Her arm and side were almost unbearable but she didn’t want Snake to know. He looked after her enough and she wanted to prove she didn’t always need rescued.
She sat down cracking one of the heat packs to warm the tent before she tried to pull of her coat. She couldn’t move enough and tears started to well up from the pain as she struggled to pull her arms out. Brazen didn’t even hear him come in. The first indication there was anyone else with her was the hands on her coat and his voice.
“You look like you could use some help.”
Brazen couldn’t look at him and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She could hear him sigh as he slid her coat off.
“Let’s have a look at that arm...hmmm?” His voice was very smooth and soothing for once instead of the normal clipped tone and it took down her defenses.
“It’s my side and shoulder.” Brazen relented knowing he wouldn’t accept a “no” and she was really not in the mood to start another argument.
“Can you move it?”
Brazen lifted her arm a few inches only to bite down on her lip to hold in the cry. He hadn’t complained with a gunshot wound so she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of a few bruises.
“Does it hurt?” He squeezed gently at the shoulder and she burst into tears. It hurt too much for her to hold them back. Snake didn’t say anything. He was already digging in one of the packs.
“Take off your shirt.”
Brazen stared at him in disbelief. With the way he acted around her she wasn’t about to start undressing. Plissken sighed with his back still to her.
“You want the pain to stop, take off your shirt or leave it on and suffer.” His voice was back to its clipped annoyance as he turned around with a first aid kit. His expression was expectant but he was silently waiting. Brazen rolled her eyes and scooted around so her back was to him.
“Alright.” She unbuttoned her shirt reluctantly as he settled in behind her. She could already feel his breath on her shoulder when he helped her out of her shirt. Gingerly he pulled down her bra strap and she could feel an equally soothing touch on her shoulder. Then came the salve or whatever it was. His strong hands worked the cool cream into her shoulder and then it warmed as the pressure increased. Brazen didn’t want him touching her but this she could do with more often.
Snake tried not to think about what he was doing. He kept telling himself it was all to get his companion up and ready to fight incase of trouble but there was no fooling his senses. Her skin was soft under his fingers and he kept staring over her shoulder at the breasts rising and falling with her breath. Sure they were still covered but he had an imagination, one that was reminding him how it felt to touch them. The sigh of relaxation only made it worse. It had that quality to it of someone enjoying his touch and his mind couldn’t help but think of his hands roaming elsewhere.
Snake looked away trying with all his will to ignore her. Why should he even try? He would just get wound up and rebuffed again. Plissken wanted to pretend this was all just harmless patching of injuries but he had other motivations for getting his hands on her.
Brazen relaxed completely under the work of his hands. Even the tension that had been between them since they started to fight days earlier subsided. The warmth from the pack and the pain cream on her shoulder lulled her to a sleepiness that she couldn’t fight. The next thing she knew Brazen was reclining back against Snake’s chest revealing in the relaxing massage and the abating pain.
Snake was shocked by her body leaning back into his. At first he ignored her but eventually he couldn’t help himself. He followed her legs up to her bare stomach and the bra pulling tight against her chest. Her breasts were perfect. He could remember them, just a nice handful. He tore his eye from them up her neck and to her face. That’s when he noticed her eyes were closed. Plissken debated the meaning of her actions. Was she falling asleep or was this an invitation? He felt his breath speed up and the want rush back. He didn’t care anymore. His hands still working her shoulder and arm he bent down kissing her lips. Gently he touched his lips to hers but instantly his body burned and he knew the softness would be lost in desire very soon.
Brazen was falling asleep. She was so relaxed and the tension of the day was gone replaced by the safety and warmth of the tent. At first she didn’t know what was happening but as the pressure of his lips increased her eyes opened. She could see his closed eye and feel the hand moving down her arm sliding toward her stomach. His touch was seductive, soft and edged with a promise of passion.
Brazen wanted to resist as his arms wrapped around her but she couldn’t. Even if she refused to admit it for fear of what might happen, she wanted him desperately. If she gave in everything she was would be destroyed. She would be a moral criminal just like the people she used to fight. Susan could feel his hands on her stomach moving up to cup her bra. What if she gave in to this man who obviously wanted her so much? There was more fear, the terror that he would abandon her once he had his way. She would be left alone again. That was the last thing she wanted.
When she looked into his face his eye was open looking into hers. There was so much passion, desire, want in that look and Brazen found it harder and harder to resist. His body was flush against hers and radiating warmth against her bare skin. What could a kiss hurt? She relented to his lips opening her mouth to his. The kiss deepened and his touch became needy. Her head was swimming again bowled over by just how much Snake desired her.
Plissken felt her lips relent and took advantage of it. With a tug her pants were undone. He couldn’t stop the urge to touch her. Snake shoved his hand down under the fabric and gasped feeling the burning wetness. The knowledge that she was aroused made his whole body tremble with lust. She wanted him no matter how much she resisted. There would be no denying it now.
The tug had gone unnoticed but the fingers pressing to her body nearly made her scream from panic or lust she wasn’t sure. She pulled his hand free of her pants.
“Snake, no.” She didn’t know what the no was about. That touch had set her whole body on fire but she still wanted it to stop. Plissken pulled back from the kiss to stare at her with a confused look.
“Come on.” His words were a sugary growl but what he did next was intolerable. His arm slipped from hers and he brought the wet fingers to his mouth licking them in a way that was so erotic Brazen’s mind could barely comprehend. All she could think about was where that hand had been and how his tongue moved. He was a incubus, like being trapped with the devil. Her mind had to come up with something before her will broke.
Plissken kissed her neck and she wanted to run from him out in the cold, anywhere in fact where he couldn’t touch her. Finally she solved her dilemma.
“Snake….” Her voice was so ragged that she choked on the rest of her sentence.
“Hmmm…?” He stopped kissing her for a moment and she forced the rest of the sentence out.
“Don’t we have to go to dinner?”
She took a deep breath to calm herself and his expression faded to dissatisfaction.
“Shit.” Snake mumbled it mostly to himself. He’d totally forgot about dinner. Plissken sighed disgruntled with the whole process. His eye traveled down her body to the unbuttoned pants. The taste still lingered in his mouth and he was half tempted to say fuck the chief and stay right where he was. So close.
“I’d rather not be scalped.” Brazen added for effect.
Plissken rolled his eye relenting to her logic as much as he hated it. He pulled back from her watching as she buttoned her pants and yanked the shirt back on. It was a shame to see her cover up. Now Snake desperately needed a distraction so he decided to repack the first aid kit while she finished dressing.
“The shoulder feel better?” Small talk was what he needed and a drink so he could get rid of the taste in his mouth.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Plissken smiled to himself. He’d made progress in his game even if she still rejected him. At least this time it was a legitimate excuse. Snake got out of the tent and stood in the cold. No coat, no he needed to cold to bring back his senses. The sky was darkening and snow was falling faster. There would be a blizzard before the night was over. Finally, Brazen appeared without her coat too. Snake stifled a chuckle wondering if she was without a coat for the same reason he was, to cool down.
“Anything I should know?”
Plissken shrugged. “Pretty simple. You should be able to catch on by watching.”
Brazen hated when he answered like that but said nothing as she followed him down the path toward the chief’s tent. Plissken disappeared inside and Brazen hesitated before following.
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