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[May 11] [Silent Hill 2] Nightmare, with Butterflies
Title: Nightmare, with Butterflies
Day/Theme: May 11/I could be all that you want and more
Series: Silent Hill 2
Character/Pairing: James Sunderland/Maria
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 443
Warnings: Explicit het sex, dark. Slightly AU, in the sense that this definitely doesn't happen in the game.
James sat on a bed in the Lakeview Hotel. And there she was, the woman he had come here for. Or at least one that could pass for now.
“Don’t you want me, James?” Maria asked softly, as if she read his mind.
And didn’t he? She was just like Mary, after all. Rising from the bed, he tore at her blouse roughly and yanked it off, sending buttons to the floor.
“Woah, slow down there,” she said teasingly, backing away from him.
“Don’t talk,” he said roughly. Her voice was Mary’s, but the words weren’t hers.
She gave him a pouting look but remained silent. He slid down her skirt and underwear, tossed away her bra. Still she didn’t speak, or move to stop him. Naked, she looked even more like Mary. Blonde, thin, porcelain untouchable. It was only the tattoo that was different, and that flirty smile. He crushed his mouth over hers to stop her from smiling.
Maria murmured something into his mouth but he ignored it. He wanted to touch her everywhere, all the places that Mary had denied him when she became ill. Slowly, but not gently, he ran his hands down her back then up the smooth skin of her belly. He caressed her breasts, pinched at her nipples. She even smelled like Mary, some light floral scent. The memory made him hard.
She sighed and laughed softly. Turning, he sat her down on the bed, facing him, and stood between her legs. With no further preliminaries, he plunged his fingers inside her. This was how Mary had felt, this soft heat, back when she let him touch her. He thrust his fingers hard, over and over, until Maria arched her back and rocked her hips into his touch.
He closed his eyes then, and unbuckled his pants. Spreading her legs wide, he positioned himself.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“James,” she replied, and he pushed his way inside her.
She was what he wanted, he thought as he thrust. As long as kept his eyes closed.
The floral smell left to be replaced by something sulfurous, but he paid no attention. Tentacles snaked around his legs, cold and tight, but still he pumped his hips. Claws racked his back and drew blood, but all the rough pain did was send him over the edge to make him come, shuddering and spilling inside her.
Then he felt the metal bars surround him, and the butterflies were brushing his skin. Finally he opened his eyes to look at her decaying face, and even as he struggled he knew that this was exactly what he had needed all along.
Day/Theme: May 11/I could be all that you want and more
Series: Silent Hill 2
Character/Pairing: James Sunderland/Maria
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 443
Warnings: Explicit het sex, dark. Slightly AU, in the sense that this definitely doesn't happen in the game.
James sat on a bed in the Lakeview Hotel. And there she was, the woman he had come here for. Or at least one that could pass for now.
“Don’t you want me, James?” Maria asked softly, as if she read his mind.
And didn’t he? She was just like Mary, after all. Rising from the bed, he tore at her blouse roughly and yanked it off, sending buttons to the floor.
“Woah, slow down there,” she said teasingly, backing away from him.
“Don’t talk,” he said roughly. Her voice was Mary’s, but the words weren’t hers.
She gave him a pouting look but remained silent. He slid down her skirt and underwear, tossed away her bra. Still she didn’t speak, or move to stop him. Naked, she looked even more like Mary. Blonde, thin, porcelain untouchable. It was only the tattoo that was different, and that flirty smile. He crushed his mouth over hers to stop her from smiling.
Maria murmured something into his mouth but he ignored it. He wanted to touch her everywhere, all the places that Mary had denied him when she became ill. Slowly, but not gently, he ran his hands down her back then up the smooth skin of her belly. He caressed her breasts, pinched at her nipples. She even smelled like Mary, some light floral scent. The memory made him hard.
She sighed and laughed softly. Turning, he sat her down on the bed, facing him, and stood between her legs. With no further preliminaries, he plunged his fingers inside her. This was how Mary had felt, this soft heat, back when she let him touch her. He thrust his fingers hard, over and over, until Maria arched her back and rocked her hips into his touch.
He closed his eyes then, and unbuckled his pants. Spreading her legs wide, he positioned himself.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“James,” she replied, and he pushed his way inside her.
She was what he wanted, he thought as he thrust. As long as kept his eyes closed.
The floral smell left to be replaced by something sulfurous, but he paid no attention. Tentacles snaked around his legs, cold and tight, but still he pumped his hips. Claws racked his back and drew blood, but all the rough pain did was send him over the edge to make him come, shuddering and spilling inside her.
Then he felt the metal bars surround him, and the butterflies were brushing his skin. Finally he opened his eyes to look at her decaying face, and even as he struggled he knew that this was exactly what he had needed all along.