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Fic: Power Play; Tim/Steph, NC-17

Title: Power Play
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Steph (it's possible Jaime's watching from Bab's computer)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pooooooooorn, Mother Friendly Appreciation of Females.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1500ish
Author's Notes: DAMNIT GLORIA! This was NOT what I had intended to accomplish tonight. >:(

Power Play

Timothy Jackson Drake was always restrained. He was quiet, internally motivated, and completely controlled at all times. Meditation, discipline, strict adherence to rules, all of it was his life's blood. It was more than his philosophy for him, it was almost a religion.

Steph loved him for it. For every lecture on breathing exercise, and every missed date because of his reconnaissance.

She didn't mind a second of it, because it meant he always had a plan. There was an exit strategy for everything. He was perfect, and poised even as he hit one hundred on his Ducati as he speed away from a confrontation that went wrong.

Unlike all the other men in Steph's life, Tim didn't lose his temper, and when he did, he never yelled. He never screamed. He tried to be fair, and he tried to be reasonable.

Steph loved him for all of it.

Though, when he let it slip, all that control that he prized so deeply, it made Steph's heart pound, and her head spin.

She could tell the minute Tim pulled back the curtain to her shower, and met her eyes that this was one of those no control times. His eyes were hot and intense. She could see the pulse pounding in his slick, naked throat, and she swallowed hard as he pushed past the curtain, and into the shower next to her.

He didn't say a word as he pushed he back against the wall, and kissed her. It was hard, and it was wet, and he didn't even bother nibbling at her lips as he usually did. He just pushed past them, and pressed his tongue slickly into her mouth.

Tim's hand was tangled into her hair, and his other slipped between them. His fingers pressed damply between her legs, and without any of his usual coaxing questions he flicked them over her clit.

Steph broke the kiss as she gasped. His fingers danced deftly between her legs. Tim sucked at her lower lip, then bit a trail down her jaw and throat.

A high desperate sound broke from Steph's chest, and echoed against the bathroom walls. Tim growled low in his throat.

“Your mother will hear,” he rasped into her ear, and then bit at the lobe. He dipped his hand lower, and pressed his fingers inside of her without any warning at all.

Steph made the sound again, breaking it off with a low groan as Tim growled at her again. He pressed his fingers firmly inside her, thrusting without hesitation. He pressed his hard erection against her belly , and moved his hips against hers.

“Fuck, Tim,” Steph gasped. Her legs were going weak, and she was having trouble concentrating on something other than moving her hips back against his thrusting fingers. “Oh fuck. Feels so good.”

Tim panted hard against her throat, rubbing his face into her neck, he thrust against her harder. She felt his erection twitch against her belly, and she whispered to him again. Coaxing and begging, driving him wild until he let out a low harsh sound, and bit her hard on the neck. He did it as if he needed to, as if he couldn't help doing it. He bit and panted and rocked against her, all control shattered and that was just a goad.

It made Steph want to do it more. It made her need to make him lose it, to shout and yell and bite and fuck until he couldn't think anymore.

He tore his hand her her hair, and dropped it down to her ass. He gripped it hard for along moment, before sliding it down he wet thigh. He lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his own hips. Steph complied willingly, the jut of Tim's hip bone digging into the flesh of her inner thighs.

She used the strength in her quads to arch back against the wall. Tim's eyes widened as he watched bend back her spine. They slid down from her face to her exposed breasts. Steph smirked as Tim made a hurt sound before licking drops of water from her nipples.

She panted for him then, but she still had a goal. She reached down between them, taking his erection in her hand. Tim stilled, and stopped breathing, his teeth buried into the flesh of her breast just below her nipple.

Steph's skin tingled from the heat of the water that sluiced over them. She was hot and breathless. Every bite Tim had left in her skin burned like a brand. Her clit was swollen, and throbbed in time with her racing heart. Even the water rushing between them couldn't wash away the slick wetness that seeped between her legs.

Despite it all, as she felt Tim tremble, and thrust helplessly under her, a calm came over Steph..

Tim may not have control in this moment, but Steph absolutely did.

She ran her fingernail over the vein running down the underside of his erection. Tim shuddered as she fingered the head of his cock. She gripped him again, and squeezed hard.

“You're going to take this,” she said, illustrating her meaning with another squeeze, “and you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do with it.”

Tim's breathing hitched again, and his teeth sunk deeper into her breast.

Steph moved her hips, and Tim's cock until the head was resting just between her lips. Tim went rigid all over, and opened his mouth to pant wetly against the imprint of his teeth on her breast.

“You're going to fuck me, Tim,” she told him evenly, “and you won't stop until I tell you to.”

Tim nodded frantically, as small tremors racked through his body.

“Do it now,” she ordered, and before she was even finished speaking Tim had snapped his hips up, and driven himself inside of her. She could feel him tight, and thick against the walls deep within her.

She wanted to shout, she wanted to scream, as he moved his hips in sharp little snaps, but she didn't let herself. She didn't make a sound as she buried her hands in his hair, and dug her nails into his scalp.

She arched back against him as his hands gripped her ass, moving her in time with his hips. He was frantic, wild, out of his mind with want and need and sex.

“Don't. Stop.” She ordered, and Tim made a high, hurt sound in the back of his throat. He moved faster, pressing as deeply inside her as he could.

Steph couldn't bite back a gasp, and she let go of his hair with one hand, and reached between her legs. The first touch of her finger against her clit made her arch and want. Her control slipped, and very suddenly she was just like Tim.

Her fingers and hips moved fast and hard, flicking and thrusting and straining for everything Tim was striving to give her. Striving to give them both.

Harder and faster, higher and higher, they moved together until Steph couldn't breath, couldn't think, could do nothing but arch and thrust and need.

She came shatteringly hard with Tim still moving inside her. She tightened around him, pulsing with the intensity of it. She pulled him in as deep as he could go, and held him there, stilling his hips with the strength in her thighs.

Tim cried out, and shook in her arms, coming deep inside her. He sobbed against her neck and tried hard to breath.

The air was thick with steam and moisture, and Steph was having just as much trouble getting air into her lungs.

She smiled tirely, and kissed Tim on the head.

“Oh god, tell me I can stop,” Tim groaned, and Steph snickered.

“You may stop, my minion,” she intoned, quietly.

“Good, because I can't feel my legs anymore. I need to put you down,” Tim told her plaintively.

Steph snickered again. They were much less graceful getting out of the clinch than they were getting into it. They made it however and, after checking that the coast was clear of any and all mothers, they tip toed into Steph's room.

The two of them collapsed, still dripping and panting, into Steph's bed.

“So what brought this on?” Steph asked, cuddling in close to Tim, and pressing her head under his chin.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, and pressed a kiss to temple. “You were naked. I like it when you're naked.”

Steph snickered. “I like it when you say things that remind me that you are, actually, a horny teenaged boy, and not a robot.”

Tim smiled against her hair. “So this would be a good time to tell you that you have a truly excellent rack?”

Tim illustrated his point by cupping one of her breasts in one hand, and playing his palm against her nipple.

“The best, Teen Wonder,” Steph assured him. “Just make a few more comments about how awesome pizza and skateboards are, and I'll be convinced.”

Tim laughed a very human, and not even remotely controlled sort of laugh, and Steph smiled again. Her mother might hear them, but she didn't mind.

Tim couldn't be in control all the time. Steph loved being what he needed when he wasn't.


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 14th, 2010 05:40 am (UTC)
Guh, I'll be in my bunk.

And I'll come back some other time to fix the typos in this post. With love. <3
Nov. 14th, 2010 04:57 pm (UTC)
YOU BETTER FIX THOSE TYPOS! I may be your fic bitch but you're my grammar bitch. >:D
Nov. 14th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
Wow...awesome story. I too always liked when Tim seemed more human with Steph. They were so good for each other! And this story gives me very nice mental images. Thanks for that! ;-)
Nov. 14th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it. Don't thank me though, Gloria was the one who wanted shower porn and biting. Thank her.

You know, I don't think I've ever written these two having sex anywhere BUT the shower... It's a pattern.
Nov. 14th, 2010 02:36 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm love it when I wake up in the morning and you have a goodie like this waiting for us.

Tim's cute when he acts like a real live boy. "grins"
Nov. 14th, 2010 05:03 pm (UTC)
Really? I hate it when Gloria keeps me up until 2 am writing her porn.

I was writing SOMETHING ELSE and she was WHIIIIIIIIINING and I was like, "Alright, 500 words. Quick and dirty porn. She'll stop complaining." An hour and a half and 1500 words later....

The same thing happened with Poaching too. It was SUPPOSED to be around 6,000 words. It's gonna hit 50,000 at least. I'm terrible at this.

Tim is Pinocchio and Steph's the magic fairy.

Also, that Steph icon is fantastic. You're so good at icon making! I'm jealous.
Nov. 14th, 2010 06:18 pm (UTC)
You know I never mind when your fics explode like that, but I am greedy when it comes to your fics, so don't mind me :D

(and I wouldn't mind at all reading that Billy/Tim/Ted fic you mentioned above- see I'm greedy)

Aw and thanks so much sweetie, but really I'm not all that good at icon making. Most of them are scenes that are just cut and edited down to icons, or I just color in the backgrounds
Nov. 17th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
It just takes forever to fiiiiinish them. *dies*

Oh I SO want to write an elaborate Billy/Tim/Teddy fic. I have it all planned out. I'm really tempted to work on it next.

I liiiiiiike your icons. Don't sell yourself short. You have a great eye.
Nov. 14th, 2010 09:27 pm (UTC)
Oh my! That was sooooo freakin' hot!!

I loved Tim's lack of control, and how he gets when he's impassioned. Steph taking the reigns was quite awesome too! I like how she had no qualms giving him directions until she was unable to keep control herself.

Their cuddling and talking at the end was really sweet too. I love Steph/Tim banter! It's always so much fun! And yay for Tim behaving like a normal teen male on occasion!

Great job, my dear! I know you were supposed to be doing other things, but I'm so glad you did this!!
Nov. 17th, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
*knuckle bump*

Yeah I wanted to write Tim just losing it and Steph loving every moment. <3

I love Tim/Steph banter too. They're just adorable when they tease each other.

I FINALLY finished the fic I was working on when Gloria distracted me with this. So everything is as it should be.
Nov. 15th, 2010 01:48 am (UTC)
My brain's on the floor.

I hope you're happy.

...I know I am. =D
Nov. 17th, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)
Nothing pleases me more than knowing I melted some brains. ~<3333
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
Unlike all the other men in Steph's life, Tim didn't lose his temper, and when he did, he never yelled. He never screamed. He tried to be fair, and he tried to be reasonable.

This. D':

“Mmmm,” he hummed, and pressed a kiss to temple. “You were naked. I like it when you're naked.”

Steph snickered. “I like it when you say things that remind me that you are, actually, a horny teenaged boy, and not a robot.”

This, too! <w<;; Tehehe, Tiiiim, poor widdle baby. <3 That was pretty fantastic. Thanks for sharing.
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:34 pm (UTC)
FIRST! I love your icon. It's so cute. <3

I'm glad you liked it. Steph brings out the best in Tim. Always. But ESPECIALLY when she's naked. ~<3
Nov. 19th, 2010 06:04 pm (UTC)
God, I LOVED this. I love love love love LOVE it when Steph is tough and in control, without having Tim be weak and wilty, (not in a sexual sense...um, do you know what I mean?)

This was absolutely perfect, HOT, and the dynamics between them were exquisite. THANK YOU.

Appropriate icon is appropriate.
Nov. 20th, 2010 11:18 pm (UTC)
I love it when Steph gets all bossy. <333

I think Tim does tooooo. ~<33

Glad you liked it. It was fun to write.

Also, I agree with the sexy icon. Love it. <3 Did you make it?
Nov. 21st, 2010 12:35 am (UTC)
Gloria provided the pic, I added the text. ^_^
Nov. 21st, 2010 12:46 am (UTC)
I should have known. Gloria's Porn Fu is legendary.
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