call_me_snake | For licenseartistic September 2008

Title August 7th
Prompt. 006. If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust,
then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.
~Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab trading card
Character. Snake Plissken, Evie and Bria
Warnings Mildly sexual
Your character's fandom. Misc. Movies
Word count. 1,164
Rating. PG-13
Disclaimer. Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius. (

justlikedaddy/Bria is an original character and property of her creator)

Snake was staying in bed today. No work, no nothing. He was going to stay at home and be dad while Bria, Mason, Evie and a few others went out. Snake stretched in the bed staring at the pocket calender. He was counting weeks. Curiosity had hit him about just when Bria got pregnant. Sometime around August fifth was where his eye finally settled.

It was right around the time he flushed his coke. Maybe that did it? Snake contemplated what he could remember. One thing stuck in his mind the day after he quit….. The thought trailed off when he heard Bria come out of the bathroom. She stood there with wet hair in just a bra and tiny panties, if they even classified as panties.

He smiled watching her. His mind was imagining her and Xena there talking about something or another. It was a melancholy feeling but no less arousing. He wanted so badly for them both to be there but only Bria stood there. His eye traveled up her legs and around the curve of her ass. Both of his wives had killer legs, great ass, well muscled back and all that dark hair. Snake groaned quietly when his body started reacting to his thoughts and the smell of vanilla starting to get to him from Bria’s skin across the room.

She glanced at him and he grinned in return. If they didn’t have plans and reservations Bria would be taking her trip about a half hour later than she planned. He had thought of the moment he thought he got her pregnant. The day after he poured his coke down the drain had been rough. He felt insane for most of the morning. Evie had the kids just to help them get through. It was just him and Bria. He remembered her climbing into his lap on the couch to comfort him. It did that alright. He worked all the anger right out of his mind. He’d took her there, got to her later in the bathroom and exhausted himself exhausted her but it did keep the anger away.

Thinking about that day and all the raw sex only intensified what he was already feeling. She slid into her jeans at the foot of the bed moving in a way that Plissken’s mind could only relate to the squirming she did underneath him when she got playful. He ached by the time her shirt was on. The more skin she covered the farther down the thought of just pinning her for a few minutes, just enough to get them off.

It did little to watch her pull on the black boots as she sat down by his feet. Once more she was up, brushing her hair. Around the bed she came and Plissken watched her body move with such fascination he couldn’t blink.

“Will you braid it babe?” She smiled down at him. He was certain she knew what he was thinking as she sat with her back to him.

Snake sat up grumbling at the erection impeding his movements. He dealt with it and managed to find a comfortable position. Her hair was slick, wet and soft under his fingers. Pulling it back he split it and started French braiding it. Living in a house of girls he had perfected braiding very quickly. Snake had to force himself not to think of tangling his fingers in her hair, yanking her back on the bed with him and that few minutes no one would miss. Through willpower alone he got it braided.

“Done honey.” Snake leaned up and kissed her neck very gently. She rested back against him and started giggling.

“What?” Snake leaned his head on her shoulder peering around at her curiously. Nothing seemed funny particularly.

“Braiding?” She reached back and he felt her fingers through the sheet stroke him just once.

“Didn’t help.” Plissken slid his arms around her and pulled her back tight against his chest. “Figured out when I caught you honey.”

She responded with a curious look and her hands gently brushing against the back of his.

“The day after I flushed my coke.” Snake purred the words out not because they were particularly sexy but that every thought he had right now was arousing in one way or another.

“In the bathroom?” She seemed to be contemplating it too now.

“Or the couch.” Snake couldn’t resist and slid his hands under her tight shirt. The want was bad now, really bad. Those few minutes were desperate. She relented just enough that he thought he might get his way.

“I have to go.” She said it with determination but her body said something more along the lines of keep me here.

“Just five minutes.” Snake was coaxing her, “They’ll never know.”

She shifted in his lap and turned enough to get a full kiss. Plissken took it with such force Bria gasped. He got her jeans unbuttoned and thought he was going to get it. Just quick to soothe away the arousal that the past hour or so had brought on like a freight train.

“Dad!”

Snake barely broke the kiss and scowled at Evie peering in the door.

“We’re going to be late.”

Snake looked over Bria in his lap. She was already rebuttoning her pants. Evie got a death glare for interrupting. She rolled her eyes at him and disappeared. Plissken felt Bria’s weight leave his lap and grumbled. Lips silenced it.

“I’ll be home in a few hours.” Bria seemed to be enjoying the delay more than she should.

“Hmm… later.” Snake stood with her and got his hands around her. He shoved his bare hips against her jeans and pressed in against her. “I want you when you get home.”

She giggled again. “When DON’T you want me?”

Snake thought about it and shrugged. He couldn’t think of any time except maybe running for his life, even then he wasn’t so certain. “Is that a problem?”

“No but Evie’s going to get pissed.” Bria started pulling away.

Reluctantly Snake let her go. She stepped away and Plissken stood there watching her head for the door. She stopped before stepping out to look back at him. She smiled and he felt her eyes lingering and working down his tattoo. It caused him to shiver before she disappeared. Snake fell back into the bed disappointed, out of his mind with lust and trying to calm himself. Later. She would be back. Five hours. He counted the hours. Nap time. Plissken groaned. The kids would all be asleep when she got home. An hour of free time.

Plissken felt the calender poking into his back and retrieved it. August seventh was the day in his mind. He smiled as the arousal faded some. He loved her to the point of madness. That day had been madness. Maybe today would be just as good. Celebrate; he counted more weeks, eight weeks. Why not?