Post by shawn30 on Dec 28, 2008 12:34:39 GMT -5
Fic: "Traces of My Lipstick"
One-Shot
Written by: Shawn
Summary: And so it began in a small hotel room at midnight...
Category: Angsty Erotica
Rating: MA
Ship: Tommy/Kimberly
Timeline/Spoilers: Everything up to and including "Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie" is canon. Kim's life after leaving the show is all mine. This story picks up the night of the martial arts tournament at the end of the Turbo movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to anything Power Ranger related and will make no income from writing this story.
Authors Notes 1: This story was written for the November Fic Prompt quote at the Perfect Chemistry PR forum. You can find a link on my FF authors page.
Authors Notes 2: Tommy and Kimberly are normal human beings, imperfect as you, me, and everyone else in the world. Try as we might to always do the right thing and never act in a way that people wouldn't expect of us, we all have moments of weakness. If you're human then you aren't perfect. This is a very erotic, very complex love story between two adults. This is not a fairy tale.
Authors Notes 3: Tommy and Kim are both 19 years old here.
Dedicated to: Terra for coming up with the amazing Fic prompt that inspired this story.
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"Kissed By Fire"
What sin may I find this night?
Whose kiss of fire shall sate my need?
My center aching needfully
My sweet slit flowing its cream.
Flames spiraling
Ascending higher.
Beyond the rapture I’ve known.
Flitting fingers caressing my flesh
My hollow need be filled.
Wanton wet my center
Straining against the heat.
Lips searing my budded pleasure
Tongue licking with ravenous greed.
My hips taunting–whetting his hunger
That ever aching thirst.
Come quench me now
My deliverance hastened
Emancipate my need.
The fire stoked
His kiss the flame
A swelling heat is rushed.
Its fervent rocking raising me high
Soothed by fires of bliss
An aching purely quenched
Lips of fire my sinful savior
What recompense be his?
My answer sure and swift.
Lips of fire shall kiss him now
Bringing a sweeter need.
My desire for him
Our souls to touch.
Another aching need."
~~ Tess Mackall
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Kimberly Ann Hart's hotel room
Marriott Inn Hotel
1974 Grimes Drive
Room - 33
Saturday, March 29, 12:35 AM 1997
Stone Canyon, California
It was never supposed to be this way.
"Oh God, don't stop," Kim grunted around Tommy's ear lobe, gently clenched between her teeth, panting rapidly over the shell. In response his head turned, and he quickly sealed his mouth over hers again. They kissed with a demanding intensity, their tongues wetly gliding inside their mouths. With her right arm clutched tightly around his neck, his vigorous thrusting was met by her frantic counter-thrusting, both trembling with passionate exertion. Straining against each other, their bodies glistened with perspiration as they were mating with such raw hunger, dancing the razor's edge of conflicting emotions and this incredible onslaught of pure lust between them. The wet, slapping noise of their urgent fucking accompanied the loud, throaty gasps and moaning that filled the air around them.
The road to tonight was never supposed to end like this.
During their world-wind high school romance, Kim had always imagined they'd secure Tommy's uncle's cabin in the mountains for one quiet weekend when they finally decided to take their relationship to the next
level. They would be shy and innocent, learning the ways of physical love for the very first time together. Never did they fathom their first time would be madly rutting like wild animals in the dark on beige carpet in a small hotel room when both were involved with other people.
They were supposed to fall softly into bed, slowly taking their clothes off, their hearts racing a mile a minute. Inexperienced love birds soaring to new heights. Here tonight, they were lost in a hypnotic trance of dark passion, brought on by a angry argument twenty minutes ago that was months overdue.
"Sodamngood," Tommy groaned over the sweat-glistening hollow of her throat, his muscles straining with every forward surge into the tight, slick depths of her. Gazing at her now, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Kimberly was more beautiful than any fantasy he'd ever had of her. She was a source of such intense pleasure he knew his addiction to her would never end. She whimpered for him to fuck her harder, and then locked her ankles over his lower back. Her nails ran along his flanks, grazing his body, and then began grasping and kneading his ass. Quivering thighs locked him in place, while the heady sensation of her heated breath fanning the side of his neck aroused him even more. She felt exquisitely snug around his cock, her vaginal muscles drawing on his every withdrawal, and then sucking him back into her. He swallowed hard, breathing faster while finally taking her. They were writhing as one, fucking in the dark with blades of light creeping in from beneath the hotel room door. He vaguely heard the sound of footsteps ghost by every now and then, but couldn't concentrate. The prideful sting of her nails raking over his back when she came so hard, crying out his name, utterly crippled his sanity.
To think they hadn't said a single word to each other the last eight hours.
After tonights martial arts tournament and subsequent victory, Kim quietly excused herself following a polite congratulations to the gang. She didn't go out to dinner with her friends seeing as she was unable to stomach anymore of seeing Tommy and Katherine together. The painful sight was worse than she'd even prepared herself for. She hated her fear of finally talking to Tommy alone so that they could clear the air. A fear that's been with her so long she wasn't sure she could live without it. He called her three times tonight. Each time she ignored the phone, all the while knowing that as she had seven more days in town eventually she'd have to face him.
Tonight, he pressed the issue.
She was up late because she couldn't sleep. Frustration and stress were kicking her butt and her mind just wouldn't shut off for her to get any rest. Sure that the knock on her hotel room door was Jason checking up on her before he went to bed, she quickly opened it. Her ex-boyfriend stood there with his arms crossed, severely disappointed with her. They stared at each other for a long beat... and then she let him in because really, what else could she do? She shut the door behind him and apologized for avoiding him all evening. She owed him that much. He told her that even though she wrote the letter, he was sure he meant more to her than being avoided.
Guilt tore Kim up inside. She told him he means the world to her, mindful of the present tense of her words.
Tommy apologized for coming so late, unannounced. He confessed that he couldn't sleep and just needed to see her. He told her that he missed her, and she remembered a time when she echoed the same words to him. Despite the mental walk down memory lane she asked him if they could please talk tomorrow, citing that it was late and she was tired. He told her she'd disappear again or avoid it altogether. That struck a cord in her, which led to a angry retort. Suddenly, they couldn't talk for arguing. Both were annoyed and frustrated and still hurting over a multitude of things involving the other. When once they never shared a angry word, tonight they hurled accusations with venom, lashing out at one another until she shut off the light in the living room and ordered him to leave.
Kim stalked toward the bedroom, but never heard her front door open. She turned around and saw him standing perfectly still in the dark. Her emotions flared between crying and throwing something hard against the wall. She truly loved and hated him at the same time, and was sure he felt the same. When she marched back into the living room intent on getting him out he grabbed her and...
A litany of gasping "Ahhs" seared her eardrums, his warm mouth Frenching the side of her neck while he drove himself between her trembling thighs. They'd somehow moved a foot or two across the carpet, and if her mind was able to think straight she'd worry about rug burn... later. Tonight, the only thing that existed was the man she loved claiming her in the dark, filling her time after time until she could only clutch him for dear life, crying tears of ecstasy over his broad shoulder. He felt so good her toes curled. Her brown eyes shut out the world, her white teeth bared, mouth open in the shape of a bow. Her face twisted in a contortion of erotic fever, loving the way his heaving, large frame draped over her, thrusting hard inside her. He was a pulsing throb of flesh as she began to grind her hips upward, equaling his hot need.
She'd never been this wet before...
The music of their lovemaking drowned out her thoughts, while the strong scent of them hung thick in the air. She hadn't expected his angry kiss when she approached him earlier. Hadn't seen the darkness dwelling behind his beloved eyes when she moved closer. When he captured her mouth, her sex clenched tight that very second. She hadn't expected to be pressed hard against the wall, stripped naked before him, drug to the floor, and taken with more passion than she thought was capable of existing.
One moment she was dying for him to leave her alone and forget they ever loved each other. The next, she was dying to have him inside her the way he was now. His open mouth paying homage to her glistening breasts, drawing loudly on one peaked nipple before moving to the other, all the while still moving inside her. The euphoria of being inside his mouth, with his tongue whipping back and forth over the tip of her nipple before suckling again left her whining softly. The hot surge of pleasure came over her so violently than when the signaling shudders began she physically detonated beneath him in a shuddering, writhing
climax. "OhFuck....OhGod, I'm cumming so hard....Tommy....ohTommy....Ohmygod..."
Loving the delicious words escaping her mouth, Tommy nipped at her neck with his teeth. He left faint marks, branding her as his. Finally! Not her first, but for sure her best ever. If tonight was the end of the world he wanted to die inside her... loving her with every ounce of strength he had. Her wrenching orgasm was his grand prize, and he loved every sweet second of it. His own was closing in fast, dragging him towards the edge of oblivion. "Kim... Kim, I'm..."
He took her physical cue when she pushed at his shoulder, rolling them over so that she was on top. Gazing down at the pure rapture written all over his face, Kim began curling her body like a snake over his lap, rocking back and down in a glorious rhythm that saw his eyes roll back. She squeezed around him so tight, damning Katherine with every moan and sigh that fled his lips. Tonight, he was hers again. He felt so robust inside her now - so deep she swore he was nudging the back of her throat. There was a sense of power filling her as she rode in him the dark, bent over him, gliding up and down over his throbbing cock. It felt so damn good she just couldn't stop moving.
Needing the taste of her again, Tommy's right hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her down to him. He locked his lips over hers, drowning in the sweet bliss of kissing her for as long as he wanted, their mouthes moving erotically back and forth. When she broke their kiss her head snapped back, tossing her gorgeous brown locks. She braced on hand dead center of his chest and bounced on his cock so wickedly his hands took hold of her hips, driving her down onto him. She was a Goddess and he was her willing servant. They were so far out of the realm of coherent thought he couldn't even believe this was happening. This was the woman who broke his heart into a million pieces. Who betrayed him and their love.
Who was now riding him right out of his mind and all that he could think about was that tonight she belonged to him and him alone. Kim had never looked sexier than she did now with her head dipped back, her lips trembling, her lower body curling fast and hard until he firmly gripped her hips. The building sensation reached a shatter-point when the very second he came she covered his mouth with her own and ate the sounds he made while he erupted in bursting waves of wet warmth inside her, shuddering beneath her.
While deeply kissing Tommy, Kim didn't ease up over him, rolling her hips in tight little circles, milking him fully of every last drop until his head rapped back on the carpet. No, he would never forget this night. Katherine couldn't come close to creating this sort of passion with him. Whatever they had, it wasn't this and never would be. What she shared with Paul paled miserably.
She didn't want to think about that right now.
Kim had always loved kissing him and how she felt in his arms. Now exhausted and drenched in sweat, she rested over him, her rapidly beating heart pressed over his own. Lying in his arms while they kissed in the dark. Softer, slower... more sensual now. Loving, the way they used to be before she messed everything up. Still, the past was for another night. A less incredible, more responsible one. For now, she basked in his embrace once more.
He was hers again.
And she was his.
Lifting her head over his, despite the unbelievable encounter they just had, Kim's lips quirked into a smile. "I don't want to talk tonight."
"Neither do I," Tommy replied, and before he knew it, was smiling right back at her. His hands were softly caressing her flat belly, just over her navel. The blades of light from beneath the front door flickered when a couple of people walked by. "I've fantasized about..."
"I... I know."
She was in a darker, sexy mood that matched his own. "... yes. Hundreds of times."
"I beat you. I thought about it even more than that."
"And yet you broke up with me."
A statement made with no anger in his voice. No pain or resentment on his face. He simply said it... and never stopped touching her. She gave a slow nod. "Can we talk about that some other time, please?"
The unmistakable tenderness in Kimberly's voice touched something inside Tommy. Something he never thought she'd touch again. He gave a answering nod, and then she carefully lifted off him and laid down on the carpet so close their shoulders were brushing. His gaze fixated on the ceiling, and out of the corner of his eye he saw hers focused there as well. My God, what had they done? And what was the next
step? "So how are you feeling after the whole Maligore thing?"
"You mean when I was temporarily turned evil after being lowered into a pit of volcano goo?" She laughed in the dark, happy to hear his again. Mercy, how she's missed his laughter. "I'm no worse for wear. And I hope you don't think tonight was about some left-over residue of evil."
"I just want you to be alright."
His caring made her want to take his hand so badly. So why after finally making love did she feel that she couldn't. "You saved me. I knew you would."
Exhaling a deep breath, Tommy sat up, running his hand over his face. "I was so scared for you. And Jason."
His use of her name first made her feel special, politically incorrect as that was. "Adam told me how you almost drowned when you thought Jason and I were thrown in the water." His silence revealed it all. He didn't want to go there with her. Not yet. "I was scared for you too."
Looking to her, the night shadows couldn't hide her sincerity. Or her beauty. Nude before him... satisfied by him... she still owned his heart. But he'd cut it out of his own chest before he told her that. "We saved each other, Kim."
"I like the sound of that," she noted with a smile, feeling... strangely happy. She searched her heart for regret and found none. What they shared was complex, intimate, and viciously private. Katherine and Paul didn't deserve to be cheated on. But neither of them could possibly understand the connection she has with Tommy. Again, present tense. And after tonight, perhaps forever. "I liked your White Ranger uniform better? The chest plate was cool."
That got a chuckle out of him. "Me too. But Red seems my thing these days."
Kim shook her head. "Jason's a Red. So's Rocky. You were born to be a White Ranger."
"I used to be yours."
"Complete with the White Tiger to match.” She titled her head to him, smirking. "And I was your Beautiful." The words dripped honey sweet from her lips. He didn't deny her claim. Even seemed to remember it
fondly. It was as if tonight was its own separate pocket universe outside reality, and they'd chosen to live in the moment before addressing the how and why. For the time being... she just wanted to be
with him. "I've got a half-eaten cheese, sausage, and mushroom pizza. Wanna heat it up? I'm kinda hungry."
"We're going to totally not talk about anything important, aren't we?" Tommy asked, offering her a hand off the floor. She took it, and was gently pulled into his arms.
"Not tonight. I just... I want..." She couldn't say. Couldn't find the words. Didn't know if he felt the same.
"I might as well spend the night." It wasn't what he meant to say. Good Tommy knew this should have never happened, no matter how badly he's always wanted her. Good Tommy should be at home, sleeping, the way Katherine believed him to be. But Good Tommy was... well, he wasn't in this hotel room. Not tonight, anyway.
"Its a King-sized bed," Kim stated half-nervously, and with a little shrug. "Its a lot of room."
"I want to stop loving you."
His declaration wasn't a bucket of cold water as much as it rang so true in her own heart. How many nights had she wished for the exact same thing? To many to count. "Harder than it looks, isn't it?"
Kim, vague and moody as ever. Tommy watched her closely. "And you?"
"Loving you is like breathing. Its not something I have any control over."
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