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seriousficYeah, man, I don't know. I swear I'll write a fluffy first-time Nalex fic to make up for this.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,489
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Alex/Amanda
Warnings: Dub-con.
Notes: Spoilers for the Inception episode.
Summary: With Alex drugged, she's very open to suggestions. And Amanda has a lot of suggestions.
"It's not working," Amanda muttered to herself. Alex laid on the table, staring straight up, sweat knotting on her brow and working its way downward. "We can't intimidate her. She's seen things that would turn our hair white."
"So what do we propose we do?" the doctor asked.
Amanda smiled at him. "Leave us. Now."
The doctor looked uncertain, but knew better than to trifle with her. He left. Amanda secured the door behind him, using her keycard to lock it with the highest level of authorization, then drew the blinds. Even with the lights on, it made the room seem darker. She appreciated the effect.
Amanda returned to Alex, directly petting the agent's hair. She was still breathing hard with false exertion, her chest rising and falling in a way that Amanda found most… picturesque.
"Don't be scared, Alex. There's a safe place nearby, somewhere you can hide from her."
***
You're almost there, Alex.
"Alex!" Nikita's voice. Alex whipped her head around. "This way!"
She ran through another of Division's endless corridors, following Nikita's calls until she came to a wooden door. Nikita opened it for her and hustled her inside, closing the door behind her. As soon as she 'd finished locking it, Nikita turned and wrapped Alex in a hug.
"It's alright. You're safe now."
Alex held on longer than necessary, letting the strength of Nikita's body work its way into her system and calm her racing heart. Nikita wasn't that bigger than her, stronger than her, but she had this energy in her. When Alex touched her, it felt like she was touching Superman or something.
You're with someone you trust, aren't you Alex? Someone who'll take good care of you. Someone who you're very close to.
"Come on," Nikita said, taking Alex by the hand. "You should rest. You must be tired."
"No. I want to help you," Alex argued as Nikita led her to the couch. They were back in the loft and even the air smelled different, here in the open air and sunlight, away from Division.
Alex gave in and let Nikita push her down until she was lying on the couch, head resting on a cushion.
Nikita's so good to you, Alex. You couldn't ask for a better friend.
"No, I couldn't…" Alex said, as Nikita brought her some orange juice. She set it down on the coffee table and sat down next to Alex, taking Alex's hand as her brow went through its old familiar furrows, trying to decide how much to let Alex in. She made the same decision she always did, and pulled Alex to her, resting her head on her lap as if she might have to put herself between Alex and danger at any moment.
Someone else is there too, someone you might not think you can trust. Amanda.
Alex suddenly reared up as Amanda came out of the bathroom like she was in an episode of Dallas, a fluffy white bathrobe wrapped around her, being worn like it was the most decadent fur wrap in the world.
"Nikita, watch out, they're—"
"It's alright," Nikita said, and Alex could hear someone else, snippets of other words being whispered in her ear, but they were vague and elusive and Nikita said "Amanda's on our side."
"But… she…"
Nikita pulled Alex back down and petted her hair and it felt so good, Alex listened. "Alex, she helped me escape in the first place, and she helped you. We just couldn't risk you blowing her cover until we knew you could be trusted."
"Nikita wanted to tell you," Amanda said, sitting on the coffee table. "She has such faith in you. I was the one who didn't trust you. I'm sorry."
"It's cool. Who wants to trust an ex-crack-whore with their secret identity anyway?"
Nikita ran a mournful hand over Alex's scalp. She never had liked talking about that part of Alex's past. Amanda and her traded a worried glance.
Alex closed her eyes and pressed her face to Nikita's thigh. So much power in there. She could probably out-kick a mule. "What's she doing here anyway?"
Nikita trusts Amanda a great deal, Alex. Trusts her with everything.
"Isn't it obvious?" Amanda echoed, leaning in to kiss Nikita's parted lips.
***
Alex's face registered dismay, shock, outrage. "Oh, what, now you're an item?"
Amanda kept petting Alex's hair with long, soothing strokes. Interesting. Very interesting. She interpreted a shared trust with Nikita sexually, and felt threatened by Nikita expressing a romantic interest in others. Amanda should've known when Alex reacted so negatively to Nikita and Michael's association.
Twining a lock of hair around her finger, Amanda leaned down to Alex's ear.
***
She's beautiful, isn't she? And she cares so much for you.
Nikita was gorgeous. When Alex had been strung out on drugs and just wishing for death, Nikita had been like a Valkyrie. And now there she was, kissing Amanda, moaning and panting, wanting it. Alex bit her lip. Since when was Nikita into girls? Since when was she some unnecessary appendage in Nikita's life, some diversion from what was really important to Nikita?
And why was watching it so good?
Nikita still loves you, Alex. She just loves Amanda too. As should you.
Nikita broke away from Amanda's lips, turning to Alex who was stiff as a board, set against her leg like a corpse. "Amanda and I had… something in Division, it's true, but it was over when I met you. It was working with her again that made me… remember."
That was all Alex could take. She bolted from Nikita, headed for the door. She needed to run, needed something to hit. The loft was suddenly as oppressive as Division. "I don't care about your love life, Nikita! You can do whatever you want—"
When she opened the door, Amanda was there, taking the hand Alex had on the knob. She stroked it and Alex felt a real heat work its way up her arm. "Relax, Alex. You're making this more than it is. Nikita isn't leaving you. She would never do that."
"Then what are you doing here?" Alex demanded, voice low.
Amanda kissed her hand. Her lips were softer and wetter than anything Alex could've imagined, more real than the clothes on her back or the ground beneath her feet. "Waiting for you."
***
Amanda gave Alex's hand one last lick and moved on. She'd had her dalliances with recruits before, but with Alex under the influence, it was so much more intimate. No walls Alex could put up to defend herself. Amanda would have to do some research on psychotropics in the bedroom. As long as they didn't impact performance, she would love to have a partner who came conveniently pre-broken in.
"Amanda's a very attractive woman," she said, circling Alex, running a hand over her own body. "Nikita must enjoy her body. They must have all kinds of fun when you aren't around."
She eased off Alex's shoes and began to massage the arches of her feet, watching the tension drain from Alex's body in favor of another kind of tenseness. Alex was as open and malleable as origami paper. Oh yes. She was going to enjoy herself.
"Just picture it…" she nudged as she leaned down to take Alex's big toe in her mouth.
***
Amanda didn't hold Alex's hand as Nikita had, but rested deceptively strong hands on her shoulders and steered her back to where Nikita was waiting. Nikita had undressed slightly, her black blouse hanging open to reveal the bra cutting across her pale skin, her belt gone. She was sitting with her legs open, her arms spread across the back of the couch, and Alex had masturbated thinking of sights like that. Not intentionally. Just at the moment of orgasm, Nikita seemed so much more pressing than Hugh Jackman.
Amanda guided her down into an easy chair and pressed against her body as she eased her firmly into place. "Stay," Amanda whispered, then she raised. The belt on her robe dangled between her legs.
She turned her back on Alex and put her leg up on the coffee table, glossy red toenails pointed at Nikita. "Come here, Nicky," Amanda said sweetly.
Nikita smiled at Amanda, at Alex, as she bent like a palm tree to kiss Amanda's pedicure. Amanda's head tilted back slightly, like she was offering her chin to a prizefighter. Then Nikita licked her way to Amanda's shin, placing her forehead against the bone like a reverent to an idol. Amanda's head fell back, hair sweeping over her shoulders and hanging straight down, like a sheen of bronze armoring her back.
Just watching them made Alex feel like she was being undressed, her lust invisible hands massaging desire into her body.
***
Amanda smiled down at Alex's naked body, bunching the hospital gown in her hands. For a moment, she'd been worried Alex would be like far too many of the agents, all muscle and no fun, stringy and hard to the bone. But Alex was just soft enough for Amanda's tastes, just enough flesh on her lean frame to suckle and nip and taste.
"Nikita's a very lucky woman," Amanda observed, running nothing more than a finger over Alex's body. "In more ways than one." By the way Alex surged up to Amanda's touch, there must've been a goodly amount of lust boiling in her hallucinating mind. Amanda pictured Nikita tapping into that libido. It'd be something like a cowgirl on a bull ride. She'd just saddle up and hold on.
"How does Nikita take you, Alex? Does she ride your hand, your tongue, your hips? Or does she take over all the way, hold you down and fuck you like a man? How about it, Alex? What's Nikita doing right now?"
"T-touching…" Alex said. Her voice was broken, shot through with lust and pain. "Touching her right in front of me…"
***
"She tastes so good," Nikita said, staring deep into Alex's eyes as she tongued the slender curve of Amanda's thigh. "Taste her with me, Alex." Have a taste.
Alex stood and was surprised by the warm sensation of soaked panties against her mound. She couldn't stop thinking of Amanda, picturing all the things they could do, could be done to her, had been done to Nikita. Tingling settled on her skin, like fingertips were skirting the backs of her legs and the nape of her neck and just the outermost portion of her labia, with touches like a painter creating a masterpiece.
She circled behind Amanda, so she could look at Nikita as she unwrapped the bathrobe from Amanda's shoulders and kissed the bony shoulders, still pink from the shower, hair tickling her face as she explored Amanda's back. The woman had the back of a ballerina, strong and beautiful. With a little push on the back of Amanda's neck, the woman bent over Nikita, exposing the ridge of her spine to Alex's tongue.
Her nipples were hardening. The skin of her inner thighs were prickling. Even her hair seemed to glow with pleasure. Alex hadn't even been touched and yet… it felt like she was being fucked.
You're so hot, Alex. You're burning up. Hot nights like these make people act crazy. Maybe that's what they're for.
Alex began to pull at her clothes. She was so hot, all of a sudden. She needed to be bare.
On the other side of Amanda, Nikita mirrored her disrobing.
***
Amanda could feel the tell-tale signs of arousal across her own body. Elevated heart rate, heightened breathing, a flushed coloring to her skin. She'd been right to insist on privacy. She'd never be able to work under these conditions, having Alex in the palm of her hand and not being able to squeeze a little juice from her. Best to exploit the situation and then get back to the task at hand.
As disruptive as it was to her diet, she was glad she'd brought a Dixie cup of Coke into the medical room. She'd already downed it, but the ice remained. Her slender fingers fetched a cube from the bottom of the cup and she ran it over her fingers, feeling its chill on her skin. Looking at Alex, sweating and rubbing her thighs together in hopes of friction, she sucked the excess moisture from the ice cube and slipped it back out onto her palm.
"This heat, Alex. It's unbearable. But don't worry. Feel that?" She set the ice cube down on Alex's taut stomach. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
***
Alex whined and moaned her pleasure. She wasn't sure how, but in the blink of an eye she was on her back, Amanda kissing her stomach, and it felt so good on her overheated body, like the first drop of rain at the end of a drought.
"Oh," Alex said, as the tongue rolled up her chest, ticking over every rib until Amanda was feeling Alex's heart pounding against her lips. She kissed it like a cat licked at cream. "Oh!"
Amanda fully covered Alex, pinning her to the ground like a down comforter, and kissed her so hard Alex felt it all the way down where her orgasm was beginning. The blissfully cool relief touched her nipples, hardening them into steel, as Amanda pinched one between her fingers and then the other, going between the two like they were piggies headed for market.
"This is what I did to Nikita," Amanda hissed in Alex's ears. "This is what she begged for."
Alex moaned out loud.
Nikita's back, Alex. She's brought something, something that will make you feel really good. Do you know what a strap-on is?
Alex felt blistering hot moisture on her back. Nikita was running her tongue up her spine, and with her body already feverish with lust, it felt like she was being lit up. She looked over her shoulder (when had she rolled over?) and saw Nikita standing over her, shrugging off her blouse. Alex gasped just seeing her alabaster skin in the shadows, so perfectly ready to become flushed and sweaty.
It took her a moment to see Nikita's hand, jacking off a dark red dildo at her crotch. She kneaded lube into its silicone, her fingers working so hard that lubricant dripped off and landed on Alex's back, scalding her.
"Is that for me?" Alex asked, not sure if she was trying to sound nervous or excited.
Amanda's fingers turned her face back to her. "Every inch." They kissed, Amanda's tongue in her mouth like a long sip of a cool drink, and Alex felt Nikita settle over her. She'd always been curious about toys. Once she'd walked in on Nikita using one on herself, eyes closed in fierce concentration, her cracked breathing the only sign of how aroused she was. Alex had stood in the doorway, watching, waiting for something, until Nikita had opened her eyes and stared into her. She'd turned the vibrator off and the silence was filled with Alex's heart beat. Alex had had the overwhelming feeling that one of them was supposed to do something, say something, but after a moment she'd apologized and left and then they'd never spoken of it again.
Then when she'd become a Division agent, they'd been going shopping. Alex had been driving her new car, enjoying Nikita's nervousness at how she turned on a dime and braked on a quarter, when she'd seen one of those stores with black windows. She'd stopped and they'd gone inside, giggling, intimidating the hell out of everyone there to rent Assblasters 22. Alex had spent a long moment gazing at the things they could both use, double-headers, strap-ons, and Nikita had shoved something into her arms. It was petite, but well-shaped.
"That should get you started," Nikita had said, her half-grin more nervous than usual. "If it doesn't work out, let me know."
Neither of them had made a double entendre as they paid and left. But that strap-on… that was just the sort of thing Alex had wished she could've picked up and turned to Nikita and winked at her about. She wasn't some vestal virgin. She could take it. And now, Nikita knew.
Alex buried her grin in Amanda's neck as Nikita entered her from behind.
***
Amanda barked out a short laugh as Alex's hips bucked like there really was someone there, meeting her thrusts. The young woman was clutching the exam table like a shipwreck survivor clinging to a piece of flotsam, her head snapping from side to side, hair a twisting nest, soft moans growing in volume so fast that Amanda was worried they would escape the supposedly soundproof room.
"You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you Alex?"
Alex nodded frantically, her body clinching, turning in on itself with pleasure that couldn't find an outlet.
"And now that it's here, it's everything you've dreamed of. It's perfect, better than you could've ever imagined, she loves you so much and she's fucking you so hard."
Alex screamed and Amanda felt a hard throb of lust within her own body, now pounding through every inch of her. It was time.
***
Alex tried desperately to catch her breath, but she thought she might just die first. It seemed easier. Nikita had sunken every hard, bumpy, vibrating inch of the strap-on into her and she wasn’t at all sure how she was even taking so much, but she was, and it was… overwhelming.
Amanda was still under her, grinning up with a Cheshire cat smile. "Nikita's wanted this for a long time. You're all she ever talks about." Her hands were running idly over Alex's jerking body in unbearable contrast to the roughness Nikita was showing her. Alex wanted Nikita to be that soft with her, that loving, but she also wanted Nikita to let her have it, all the lust, all the power, everything. "Time to come."
Alex had always through of Amanda as a predator, and she struck like one, her lips and teeth against Alex's mouth, devouring her moans of pleasure. She was just as rough as Nikita, not cold anymore at all, and Alex overheated, burned black between two suns, coming and coming and coming and the only way she knew her orgasm was over was that Nikita stopped thrusting.
Inch after inch of the dildo slid out of her, and the release sent a sweet aching through Alex's body. Amanda possessively tip-toed her fingers over Alex's bare back to goose her, and Nikita came down on Alex like a sheet at bedtime, kissing gently along her neck until she found her lips and then allowing the contact to deepen, her tongue sending one last thrum of desire through Alex's overworked body.
You're not done yet, Alex. You've come all over this fucking table, but they're not done with you yet.
Alex took Nikita's hair in her hand and pulled them closer together, the kiss savage now. When she pulled away, Nikita was panting with lust.
Alex knew on some level the world didn't make sense, but right now, she was happy to go along with it.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," Nikita said, her voice not sleek and laconic anymore, but hard, real. "Not done yet."
Alex wanted to say something encouraging like "I'm yours" or "Fuck me, boss" or "Calgon, take me away!", but all she could do was mew as Nikita bodily picked her up and jammed her against the wall and entered her just as hard, all that cock, all at once.
"I love you," she thought she said, but her legs were dangling from where Nikita's hips pinned her to the wall and Nikita was an animal with teeth buried in her throat and maybe the only one who really heard was Amanda, standing close enough to smell the sweat of their fucking, watching with a raised eyebrow and a wide grin.
***
Amanda fit her hand to one of Alex's perfect breasts, the flesh itself seeming to buzz with excitement. Alex's hips were jerking up and then being dashed against the exam table, over and over, like a stripper at the climax of her routine. Her last orgasm still glistened between her legs, but Amanda didn't care. She'd already tasted it. Now she felt the power, the lust cracking Alex's body in two, all of it thrumming against her hand, all of it put there by her.
"You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?" she asked icily, her free hand disappearing under her skirt's hem, feeling a fire she was doing nothing but feeding. "But you're Nikita's slut."
"I, I… love…" Alex was muttering. Amanda moved her hand from Alex's breast to her slender throat, squeezed. At the same time, she penetrated herself with another finger.
"It's hard to breathe, isn't it, when you're so close to coming." She leaned down to lick the sweat from Alex's brow. Delicious. "But Nikita loves you so much. Come for her. Now."
***
Alex was in heaven. Nikita was kissing her, fucking her, more, and Amanda was tonguing the back of Nikita's neck and looking into Alex's eyes and it was voyeuristic and erotic and orgasmic and "What do you want me to do to her, Alex?"
Amanda was talking to her, chin perched on Nikita's shoulder like Nikita wasn't pistoning into Alex. She slicked her fingers down Nikita's hair, and Nikita groaned because Amanda could do anything to her as she made love to Alex, anything at all.
Alex clutched Nikita to herself, locking her legs on Nikita's hips, holding her still for the moment it took Nikita to realize how her heart was pounding, her lungs billowing. Alex reached down and gripped Nikita's asscheeks and opened them to Amanda's appraising eyes.
"Fuck her. Fuck her like she's fucking me."
Amanda wetted one finger, slurping it in and out of her mouth like a lollipop, and then floated it down Nikita's body before running it through the crevice of her ass. Nikita whimpered, a shudder going through her that resonated in Alex. Alex kissed her just to be kissing her and when Amanda pushed a finger into her ass, Alex felt Nikita bite down on her lip and draw blood and the taste of it was what had been missing all along.
Nikita started fucking her again, thrusting into Alex and back out to impale herself on Amanda's finger. Alex felt the wall groan and crack behind her. Amanda's finger in Nikita's ass was like a spur in a racehorse's side, and it seemed like there was no limit to how fast the dildo could be plunged inside Alex.
Amanda curled around Nikita with her free hand, placing it on the small of Alex's back and urging the three of them closer together. She smelled Nikita's sweat-damp hair with the savored mincing of a lady sniffing a flower, then turned her attention to Alex. The young woman's mouth was open, her eyes shut, a trickle of blood on her lip that Nikita eagerly sucked off before returning to her neck. She loved worrying Alex's jugular with her teeth, feeling the life hiss against her mouth. Amanda kissed the other side of Alex's face, biting down on Alex's cheek and pulling at it a little. Alex felt… dominated.
Come.
"Little whore," Amanda said. "You fucking little whore."
Alex could've sworn Nikita went faster.
Come.
"You're getting fucked like a bitch," Amanda continued, snarling her words. Even though no one was touching her, she seemed to be leeching off the orgasm Alex felt primed to explode within her. Nikita could feel it too, panting as she thrust into Alex like she was the one getting fucked.
Come!
"Now come like a bitch."
Come, goddamnit!
Nikita came first. Her head fell back against Amanda and she sighed like she had just lifted a ton and set it down and she just managed to open her eyes a slit to meet Alex's and she said "I love you" in the half-second of afterglow before Alex came too, "love you, love you, love you," she tried to say and Nikita grunted as she thrust one last time and the dildo seemed to enter Alex fully for the first time and her orgasm hit her like a pouncing animal, sinking its teeth into her and then shaking her until she was wrung out, drifting down into Nikita's arms as she and Amanda carried her to the couch and laid her down and the dildo seemed to come out of Alex forever, an infinite length and all of it dripping wet.
With shaking fingers, Nikita took off the strap-on and handed it to Amanda like a cook letting someone lick the batter. She staggered down next to Alex as Amanda settled into the chair opposite them, watching the pair like a conqueror surveying her spoils.
"I didn't know I could come that hard," Alex said. She snuggled up to Nikita's thigh, using it like a pillow, loving the muggy warmth of it. She could smell what they'd been doing on Nikita's skin. "Nikita, Nikita, I… thank you."
Nikita tried to straighten Alex's frizzled hair before giving up on it and just putting her hand against her skin, just touching her. "I should be thanking you. It was beautiful, seeing you like that."
"I'm not sure beautiful is the word for seeing you take all that," Amanda cut in. "But it was a sight."
Nikita waved her off. "Do you want to rest?" she asked Alex. "Or… more?"
"More. Definitely more."
Nikita smiled in many, many ways. "That's my good girl."
***
Amanda placed her panties atop her neatly folded skirt before climbing onto Alex, mounting her, kneeling over the little thing's head like a lioness over a fresh kill. One finger played with a lock of sweaty hair splayed on Alex's forehead. "I know you love me, Alex. Now show me. Show me how much you love me."
Nikita was a very, very lucky woman indeed. Amanda would have to turn a closer eye to Alex. Perhaps the fantasy relationship with Nikita could be encouraged into real life. Certainly cameras could be placed in Alex's residence, with the feed going directly to her. Footage of Nikita and Alex taking their little partnership to the next level could be quite interesting. And Amanda imagined Alex could be coerced into any number of things to keep such footage out of Percy's hands. Having another agent in her pocket would be good for Amanda, both personally and professionally.
Amanda let a moan escape her lips as Alex showed "Nikita" how she cared for her. Alex's enthusiasm was commendable, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction she got from so adroitly controlling the young pup. And Alex was so very willing to be controlled.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,489
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Alex/Amanda
Warnings: Dub-con.
Notes: Spoilers for the Inception episode.
Summary: With Alex drugged, she's very open to suggestions. And Amanda has a lot of suggestions.
"It's not working," Amanda muttered to herself. Alex laid on the table, staring straight up, sweat knotting on her brow and working its way downward. "We can't intimidate her. She's seen things that would turn our hair white."
"So what do we propose we do?" the doctor asked.
Amanda smiled at him. "Leave us. Now."
The doctor looked uncertain, but knew better than to trifle with her. He left. Amanda secured the door behind him, using her keycard to lock it with the highest level of authorization, then drew the blinds. Even with the lights on, it made the room seem darker. She appreciated the effect.
Amanda returned to Alex, directly petting the agent's hair. She was still breathing hard with false exertion, her chest rising and falling in a way that Amanda found most… picturesque.
"Don't be scared, Alex. There's a safe place nearby, somewhere you can hide from her."
***
You're almost there, Alex.
"Alex!" Nikita's voice. Alex whipped her head around. "This way!"
She ran through another of Division's endless corridors, following Nikita's calls until she came to a wooden door. Nikita opened it for her and hustled her inside, closing the door behind her. As soon as she 'd finished locking it, Nikita turned and wrapped Alex in a hug.
"It's alright. You're safe now."
Alex held on longer than necessary, letting the strength of Nikita's body work its way into her system and calm her racing heart. Nikita wasn't that bigger than her, stronger than her, but she had this energy in her. When Alex touched her, it felt like she was touching Superman or something.
You're with someone you trust, aren't you Alex? Someone who'll take good care of you. Someone who you're very close to.
"Come on," Nikita said, taking Alex by the hand. "You should rest. You must be tired."
"No. I want to help you," Alex argued as Nikita led her to the couch. They were back in the loft and even the air smelled different, here in the open air and sunlight, away from Division.
Alex gave in and let Nikita push her down until she was lying on the couch, head resting on a cushion.
Nikita's so good to you, Alex. You couldn't ask for a better friend.
"No, I couldn't…" Alex said, as Nikita brought her some orange juice. She set it down on the coffee table and sat down next to Alex, taking Alex's hand as her brow went through its old familiar furrows, trying to decide how much to let Alex in. She made the same decision she always did, and pulled Alex to her, resting her head on her lap as if she might have to put herself between Alex and danger at any moment.
Someone else is there too, someone you might not think you can trust. Amanda.
Alex suddenly reared up as Amanda came out of the bathroom like she was in an episode of Dallas, a fluffy white bathrobe wrapped around her, being worn like it was the most decadent fur wrap in the world.
"Nikita, watch out, they're—"
"It's alright," Nikita said, and Alex could hear someone else, snippets of other words being whispered in her ear, but they were vague and elusive and Nikita said "Amanda's on our side."
"But… she…"
Nikita pulled Alex back down and petted her hair and it felt so good, Alex listened. "Alex, she helped me escape in the first place, and she helped you. We just couldn't risk you blowing her cover until we knew you could be trusted."
"Nikita wanted to tell you," Amanda said, sitting on the coffee table. "She has such faith in you. I was the one who didn't trust you. I'm sorry."
"It's cool. Who wants to trust an ex-crack-whore with their secret identity anyway?"
Nikita ran a mournful hand over Alex's scalp. She never had liked talking about that part of Alex's past. Amanda and her traded a worried glance.
Alex closed her eyes and pressed her face to Nikita's thigh. So much power in there. She could probably out-kick a mule. "What's she doing here anyway?"
Nikita trusts Amanda a great deal, Alex. Trusts her with everything.
"Isn't it obvious?" Amanda echoed, leaning in to kiss Nikita's parted lips.
***
Alex's face registered dismay, shock, outrage. "Oh, what, now you're an item?"
Amanda kept petting Alex's hair with long, soothing strokes. Interesting. Very interesting. She interpreted a shared trust with Nikita sexually, and felt threatened by Nikita expressing a romantic interest in others. Amanda should've known when Alex reacted so negatively to Nikita and Michael's association.
Twining a lock of hair around her finger, Amanda leaned down to Alex's ear.
***
She's beautiful, isn't she? And she cares so much for you.
Nikita was gorgeous. When Alex had been strung out on drugs and just wishing for death, Nikita had been like a Valkyrie. And now there she was, kissing Amanda, moaning and panting, wanting it. Alex bit her lip. Since when was Nikita into girls? Since when was she some unnecessary appendage in Nikita's life, some diversion from what was really important to Nikita?
And why was watching it so good?
Nikita still loves you, Alex. She just loves Amanda too. As should you.
Nikita broke away from Amanda's lips, turning to Alex who was stiff as a board, set against her leg like a corpse. "Amanda and I had… something in Division, it's true, but it was over when I met you. It was working with her again that made me… remember."
That was all Alex could take. She bolted from Nikita, headed for the door. She needed to run, needed something to hit. The loft was suddenly as oppressive as Division. "I don't care about your love life, Nikita! You can do whatever you want—"
When she opened the door, Amanda was there, taking the hand Alex had on the knob. She stroked it and Alex felt a real heat work its way up her arm. "Relax, Alex. You're making this more than it is. Nikita isn't leaving you. She would never do that."
"Then what are you doing here?" Alex demanded, voice low.
Amanda kissed her hand. Her lips were softer and wetter than anything Alex could've imagined, more real than the clothes on her back or the ground beneath her feet. "Waiting for you."
***
Amanda gave Alex's hand one last lick and moved on. She'd had her dalliances with recruits before, but with Alex under the influence, it was so much more intimate. No walls Alex could put up to defend herself. Amanda would have to do some research on psychotropics in the bedroom. As long as they didn't impact performance, she would love to have a partner who came conveniently pre-broken in.
"Amanda's a very attractive woman," she said, circling Alex, running a hand over her own body. "Nikita must enjoy her body. They must have all kinds of fun when you aren't around."
She eased off Alex's shoes and began to massage the arches of her feet, watching the tension drain from Alex's body in favor of another kind of tenseness. Alex was as open and malleable as origami paper. Oh yes. She was going to enjoy herself.
"Just picture it…" she nudged as she leaned down to take Alex's big toe in her mouth.
***
Amanda didn't hold Alex's hand as Nikita had, but rested deceptively strong hands on her shoulders and steered her back to where Nikita was waiting. Nikita had undressed slightly, her black blouse hanging open to reveal the bra cutting across her pale skin, her belt gone. She was sitting with her legs open, her arms spread across the back of the couch, and Alex had masturbated thinking of sights like that. Not intentionally. Just at the moment of orgasm, Nikita seemed so much more pressing than Hugh Jackman.
Amanda guided her down into an easy chair and pressed against her body as she eased her firmly into place. "Stay," Amanda whispered, then she raised. The belt on her robe dangled between her legs.
She turned her back on Alex and put her leg up on the coffee table, glossy red toenails pointed at Nikita. "Come here, Nicky," Amanda said sweetly.
Nikita smiled at Amanda, at Alex, as she bent like a palm tree to kiss Amanda's pedicure. Amanda's head tilted back slightly, like she was offering her chin to a prizefighter. Then Nikita licked her way to Amanda's shin, placing her forehead against the bone like a reverent to an idol. Amanda's head fell back, hair sweeping over her shoulders and hanging straight down, like a sheen of bronze armoring her back.
Just watching them made Alex feel like she was being undressed, her lust invisible hands massaging desire into her body.
***
Amanda smiled down at Alex's naked body, bunching the hospital gown in her hands. For a moment, she'd been worried Alex would be like far too many of the agents, all muscle and no fun, stringy and hard to the bone. But Alex was just soft enough for Amanda's tastes, just enough flesh on her lean frame to suckle and nip and taste.
"Nikita's a very lucky woman," Amanda observed, running nothing more than a finger over Alex's body. "In more ways than one." By the way Alex surged up to Amanda's touch, there must've been a goodly amount of lust boiling in her hallucinating mind. Amanda pictured Nikita tapping into that libido. It'd be something like a cowgirl on a bull ride. She'd just saddle up and hold on.
"How does Nikita take you, Alex? Does she ride your hand, your tongue, your hips? Or does she take over all the way, hold you down and fuck you like a man? How about it, Alex? What's Nikita doing right now?"
"T-touching…" Alex said. Her voice was broken, shot through with lust and pain. "Touching her right in front of me…"
***
"She tastes so good," Nikita said, staring deep into Alex's eyes as she tongued the slender curve of Amanda's thigh. "Taste her with me, Alex." Have a taste.
Alex stood and was surprised by the warm sensation of soaked panties against her mound. She couldn't stop thinking of Amanda, picturing all the things they could do, could be done to her, had been done to Nikita. Tingling settled on her skin, like fingertips were skirting the backs of her legs and the nape of her neck and just the outermost portion of her labia, with touches like a painter creating a masterpiece.
She circled behind Amanda, so she could look at Nikita as she unwrapped the bathrobe from Amanda's shoulders and kissed the bony shoulders, still pink from the shower, hair tickling her face as she explored Amanda's back. The woman had the back of a ballerina, strong and beautiful. With a little push on the back of Amanda's neck, the woman bent over Nikita, exposing the ridge of her spine to Alex's tongue.
Her nipples were hardening. The skin of her inner thighs were prickling. Even her hair seemed to glow with pleasure. Alex hadn't even been touched and yet… it felt like she was being fucked.
You're so hot, Alex. You're burning up. Hot nights like these make people act crazy. Maybe that's what they're for.
Alex began to pull at her clothes. She was so hot, all of a sudden. She needed to be bare.
On the other side of Amanda, Nikita mirrored her disrobing.
***
Amanda could feel the tell-tale signs of arousal across her own body. Elevated heart rate, heightened breathing, a flushed coloring to her skin. She'd been right to insist on privacy. She'd never be able to work under these conditions, having Alex in the palm of her hand and not being able to squeeze a little juice from her. Best to exploit the situation and then get back to the task at hand.
As disruptive as it was to her diet, she was glad she'd brought a Dixie cup of Coke into the medical room. She'd already downed it, but the ice remained. Her slender fingers fetched a cube from the bottom of the cup and she ran it over her fingers, feeling its chill on her skin. Looking at Alex, sweating and rubbing her thighs together in hopes of friction, she sucked the excess moisture from the ice cube and slipped it back out onto her palm.
"This heat, Alex. It's unbearable. But don't worry. Feel that?" She set the ice cube down on Alex's taut stomach. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
***
Alex whined and moaned her pleasure. She wasn't sure how, but in the blink of an eye she was on her back, Amanda kissing her stomach, and it felt so good on her overheated body, like the first drop of rain at the end of a drought.
"Oh," Alex said, as the tongue rolled up her chest, ticking over every rib until Amanda was feeling Alex's heart pounding against her lips. She kissed it like a cat licked at cream. "Oh!"
Amanda fully covered Alex, pinning her to the ground like a down comforter, and kissed her so hard Alex felt it all the way down where her orgasm was beginning. The blissfully cool relief touched her nipples, hardening them into steel, as Amanda pinched one between her fingers and then the other, going between the two like they were piggies headed for market.
"This is what I did to Nikita," Amanda hissed in Alex's ears. "This is what she begged for."
Alex moaned out loud.
Nikita's back, Alex. She's brought something, something that will make you feel really good. Do you know what a strap-on is?
Alex felt blistering hot moisture on her back. Nikita was running her tongue up her spine, and with her body already feverish with lust, it felt like she was being lit up. She looked over her shoulder (when had she rolled over?) and saw Nikita standing over her, shrugging off her blouse. Alex gasped just seeing her alabaster skin in the shadows, so perfectly ready to become flushed and sweaty.
It took her a moment to see Nikita's hand, jacking off a dark red dildo at her crotch. She kneaded lube into its silicone, her fingers working so hard that lubricant dripped off and landed on Alex's back, scalding her.
"Is that for me?" Alex asked, not sure if she was trying to sound nervous or excited.
Amanda's fingers turned her face back to her. "Every inch." They kissed, Amanda's tongue in her mouth like a long sip of a cool drink, and Alex felt Nikita settle over her. She'd always been curious about toys. Once she'd walked in on Nikita using one on herself, eyes closed in fierce concentration, her cracked breathing the only sign of how aroused she was. Alex had stood in the doorway, watching, waiting for something, until Nikita had opened her eyes and stared into her. She'd turned the vibrator off and the silence was filled with Alex's heart beat. Alex had had the overwhelming feeling that one of them was supposed to do something, say something, but after a moment she'd apologized and left and then they'd never spoken of it again.
Then when she'd become a Division agent, they'd been going shopping. Alex had been driving her new car, enjoying Nikita's nervousness at how she turned on a dime and braked on a quarter, when she'd seen one of those stores with black windows. She'd stopped and they'd gone inside, giggling, intimidating the hell out of everyone there to rent Assblasters 22. Alex had spent a long moment gazing at the things they could both use, double-headers, strap-ons, and Nikita had shoved something into her arms. It was petite, but well-shaped.
"That should get you started," Nikita had said, her half-grin more nervous than usual. "If it doesn't work out, let me know."
Neither of them had made a double entendre as they paid and left. But that strap-on… that was just the sort of thing Alex had wished she could've picked up and turned to Nikita and winked at her about. She wasn't some vestal virgin. She could take it. And now, Nikita knew.
Alex buried her grin in Amanda's neck as Nikita entered her from behind.
***
Amanda barked out a short laugh as Alex's hips bucked like there really was someone there, meeting her thrusts. The young woman was clutching the exam table like a shipwreck survivor clinging to a piece of flotsam, her head snapping from side to side, hair a twisting nest, soft moans growing in volume so fast that Amanda was worried they would escape the supposedly soundproof room.
"You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you Alex?"
Alex nodded frantically, her body clinching, turning in on itself with pleasure that couldn't find an outlet.
"And now that it's here, it's everything you've dreamed of. It's perfect, better than you could've ever imagined, she loves you so much and she's fucking you so hard."
Alex screamed and Amanda felt a hard throb of lust within her own body, now pounding through every inch of her. It was time.
***
Alex tried desperately to catch her breath, but she thought she might just die first. It seemed easier. Nikita had sunken every hard, bumpy, vibrating inch of the strap-on into her and she wasn’t at all sure how she was even taking so much, but she was, and it was… overwhelming.
Amanda was still under her, grinning up with a Cheshire cat smile. "Nikita's wanted this for a long time. You're all she ever talks about." Her hands were running idly over Alex's jerking body in unbearable contrast to the roughness Nikita was showing her. Alex wanted Nikita to be that soft with her, that loving, but she also wanted Nikita to let her have it, all the lust, all the power, everything. "Time to come."
Alex had always through of Amanda as a predator, and she struck like one, her lips and teeth against Alex's mouth, devouring her moans of pleasure. She was just as rough as Nikita, not cold anymore at all, and Alex overheated, burned black between two suns, coming and coming and coming and the only way she knew her orgasm was over was that Nikita stopped thrusting.
Inch after inch of the dildo slid out of her, and the release sent a sweet aching through Alex's body. Amanda possessively tip-toed her fingers over Alex's bare back to goose her, and Nikita came down on Alex like a sheet at bedtime, kissing gently along her neck until she found her lips and then allowing the contact to deepen, her tongue sending one last thrum of desire through Alex's overworked body.
You're not done yet, Alex. You've come all over this fucking table, but they're not done with you yet.
Alex took Nikita's hair in her hand and pulled them closer together, the kiss savage now. When she pulled away, Nikita was panting with lust.
Alex knew on some level the world didn't make sense, but right now, she was happy to go along with it.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," Nikita said, her voice not sleek and laconic anymore, but hard, real. "Not done yet."
Alex wanted to say something encouraging like "I'm yours" or "Fuck me, boss" or "Calgon, take me away!", but all she could do was mew as Nikita bodily picked her up and jammed her against the wall and entered her just as hard, all that cock, all at once.
"I love you," she thought she said, but her legs were dangling from where Nikita's hips pinned her to the wall and Nikita was an animal with teeth buried in her throat and maybe the only one who really heard was Amanda, standing close enough to smell the sweat of their fucking, watching with a raised eyebrow and a wide grin.
***
Amanda fit her hand to one of Alex's perfect breasts, the flesh itself seeming to buzz with excitement. Alex's hips were jerking up and then being dashed against the exam table, over and over, like a stripper at the climax of her routine. Her last orgasm still glistened between her legs, but Amanda didn't care. She'd already tasted it. Now she felt the power, the lust cracking Alex's body in two, all of it thrumming against her hand, all of it put there by her.
"You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?" she asked icily, her free hand disappearing under her skirt's hem, feeling a fire she was doing nothing but feeding. "But you're Nikita's slut."
"I, I… love…" Alex was muttering. Amanda moved her hand from Alex's breast to her slender throat, squeezed. At the same time, she penetrated herself with another finger.
"It's hard to breathe, isn't it, when you're so close to coming." She leaned down to lick the sweat from Alex's brow. Delicious. "But Nikita loves you so much. Come for her. Now."
***
Alex was in heaven. Nikita was kissing her, fucking her, more, and Amanda was tonguing the back of Nikita's neck and looking into Alex's eyes and it was voyeuristic and erotic and orgasmic and "What do you want me to do to her, Alex?"
Amanda was talking to her, chin perched on Nikita's shoulder like Nikita wasn't pistoning into Alex. She slicked her fingers down Nikita's hair, and Nikita groaned because Amanda could do anything to her as she made love to Alex, anything at all.
Alex clutched Nikita to herself, locking her legs on Nikita's hips, holding her still for the moment it took Nikita to realize how her heart was pounding, her lungs billowing. Alex reached down and gripped Nikita's asscheeks and opened them to Amanda's appraising eyes.
"Fuck her. Fuck her like she's fucking me."
Amanda wetted one finger, slurping it in and out of her mouth like a lollipop, and then floated it down Nikita's body before running it through the crevice of her ass. Nikita whimpered, a shudder going through her that resonated in Alex. Alex kissed her just to be kissing her and when Amanda pushed a finger into her ass, Alex felt Nikita bite down on her lip and draw blood and the taste of it was what had been missing all along.
Nikita started fucking her again, thrusting into Alex and back out to impale herself on Amanda's finger. Alex felt the wall groan and crack behind her. Amanda's finger in Nikita's ass was like a spur in a racehorse's side, and it seemed like there was no limit to how fast the dildo could be plunged inside Alex.
Amanda curled around Nikita with her free hand, placing it on the small of Alex's back and urging the three of them closer together. She smelled Nikita's sweat-damp hair with the savored mincing of a lady sniffing a flower, then turned her attention to Alex. The young woman's mouth was open, her eyes shut, a trickle of blood on her lip that Nikita eagerly sucked off before returning to her neck. She loved worrying Alex's jugular with her teeth, feeling the life hiss against her mouth. Amanda kissed the other side of Alex's face, biting down on Alex's cheek and pulling at it a little. Alex felt… dominated.
Come.
"Little whore," Amanda said. "You fucking little whore."
Alex could've sworn Nikita went faster.
Come.
"You're getting fucked like a bitch," Amanda continued, snarling her words. Even though no one was touching her, she seemed to be leeching off the orgasm Alex felt primed to explode within her. Nikita could feel it too, panting as she thrust into Alex like she was the one getting fucked.
Come!
"Now come like a bitch."
Come, goddamnit!
Nikita came first. Her head fell back against Amanda and she sighed like she had just lifted a ton and set it down and she just managed to open her eyes a slit to meet Alex's and she said "I love you" in the half-second of afterglow before Alex came too, "love you, love you, love you," she tried to say and Nikita grunted as she thrust one last time and the dildo seemed to enter Alex fully for the first time and her orgasm hit her like a pouncing animal, sinking its teeth into her and then shaking her until she was wrung out, drifting down into Nikita's arms as she and Amanda carried her to the couch and laid her down and the dildo seemed to come out of Alex forever, an infinite length and all of it dripping wet.
With shaking fingers, Nikita took off the strap-on and handed it to Amanda like a cook letting someone lick the batter. She staggered down next to Alex as Amanda settled into the chair opposite them, watching the pair like a conqueror surveying her spoils.
"I didn't know I could come that hard," Alex said. She snuggled up to Nikita's thigh, using it like a pillow, loving the muggy warmth of it. She could smell what they'd been doing on Nikita's skin. "Nikita, Nikita, I… thank you."
Nikita tried to straighten Alex's frizzled hair before giving up on it and just putting her hand against her skin, just touching her. "I should be thanking you. It was beautiful, seeing you like that."
"I'm not sure beautiful is the word for seeing you take all that," Amanda cut in. "But it was a sight."
Nikita waved her off. "Do you want to rest?" she asked Alex. "Or… more?"
"More. Definitely more."
Nikita smiled in many, many ways. "That's my good girl."
***
Amanda placed her panties atop her neatly folded skirt before climbing onto Alex, mounting her, kneeling over the little thing's head like a lioness over a fresh kill. One finger played with a lock of sweaty hair splayed on Alex's forehead. "I know you love me, Alex. Now show me. Show me how much you love me."
Nikita was a very, very lucky woman indeed. Amanda would have to turn a closer eye to Alex. Perhaps the fantasy relationship with Nikita could be encouraged into real life. Certainly cameras could be placed in Alex's residence, with the feed going directly to her. Footage of Nikita and Alex taking their little partnership to the next level could be quite interesting. And Amanda imagined Alex could be coerced into any number of things to keep such footage out of Percy's hands. Having another agent in her pocket would be good for Amanda, both personally and professionally.
Amanda let a moan escape her lips as Alex showed "Nikita" how she cared for her. Alex's enthusiasm was commendable, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction she got from so adroitly controlling the young pup. And Alex was so very willing to be controlled.
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Date: 2011-03-09 04:14 am (UTC)Like I know I should be all frowny face shaking my finger at you for having Amanda fuck with Alex so thoroughly (and joyfully), because Alex is my little wooby who needs all the hugs in the world ... but it was so ... so ... hot. Your Amanda is just terrifyingly sexy. Like if I didn't want her to do me so bad, I'd hate her, but I do so I don't. What a gleeful puppet master she is!
Also, I loved that even with Amanda whispering commands and dirty things in her ear, that Alex's interactions with head!Nikita were still loving (if vigorous) and about reaffirming their emotional bond as well as their physical attraction to each other.
This fic is the definition of "so wrong, but so right" and I totally enjoyed it.
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Date: 2011-03-09 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-15 02:40 pm (UTC)so fucking brilliant
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Date: 2011-05-22 02:50 am (UTC)Best lines: "Alex's enthusiasm was commendable, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction she got from so adroitly controlling the young pup. And Alex was so very willing to be controlled."
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Date: 2011-10-18 05:18 pm (UTC)