((OOC: LOL. I finally finished it. Omfg it’s not even a drabble, it’s like a novel Why. I’m not going to pretend I know how sex works. LOL. So there’s probably some ‘wtf’ in there. Also, I probably don’t know Krystal that well so it might be a bad interpretation. BUT I TRIED! I’m not sure if it’s AU or main. (But either way, it’s the first document of Dalie having the sexy time with a female. LOL. Unless Sigyn counts, we never finished that thread so I dunno if it’s safe to assume or not.) Putting it under a read more because 1. it’s a novel, 2. it’s NSFW. XD Omfg I can’t believe I wrote that.))
Freya: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters making love/having sex.
Dalie stood at the window, taking note of the sun slowly setting. He ran the fingers of one hand through his hair as he considered his options. Staying inside seemed to be one, but staying inside for nearly every night for the past two weeks was starting to give Dalie some form of cabin fever. He felt a strong need to go out and be reckless.
He started with alcohol, choosing to walk into town and stop by the nearest liquor store there. Having more money than he really needed made purchasing the stuff easy. He then went to a nearby park and started to drink the numerous bottles of strong liquor in brown paper bags sitting on a park bench.
It wasn’t enough to make Dalie drunk but it was enough to make him start to sway in step, the stench of alcohol pungent enough to permeate a few yards before himself. Before leaving the park, Dalie pulled out a cigarette, crossing his legs as he lit it and took a puff. He watched the cloud of smoke escaping his lips dissipate before his eyes. Finishing his cigarette, Dalie tossed it carelessly into a nearby trashcan and hopped up with a sudden animation of energy. He then teleported himself without considering where he wanted to go, allowing his end result to be a mystery to himself when he got there.
As the orange sky gradually changed to a blue that stood to be a median of the bright sky blue of day and the deep light-engulfing purple of night with scattered speckles of light, Dalie chose to cause havoc and mayhem in the streets of an unsuspecting and unprepared city far from his home in Ystad. He tossed knives at cars passing by, his aim sometimes not steady enough to force knives to enter open passenger windows, but instead skid against the sides of cars and under tires without causing harm. Though it was enough to cause drivers to lose control of their wheels momentarily, swerving briefly before continuing their line of direction. Dalie summoned a gun and fired it at a few cars, hitting the doors, breaking windshields, and once popping a tire. The tire was enough to cause a cataclysm of car crashes, one car catapulted from the bridge and fell to the freeway below, smashing the hood and windshield of a car driving at such speed the force of the crash caused the car to flip into the car in front, crushing their trunk. Other cars with little to no warning skidded and crashed into each other, the speeds they traveled causing a far deadlier series of crashes than the crashes on the bridge above. The total amount of cars with damage, including those on the bridge above, ended to be a dozen cars, several drivers and passengers injured, and a few dead.
The night was young, however, so Dalie turned away from the wreckage and teleported himself to a completely different city. Drawn by music he was able to hear a couple blocks away, Dalie entered a busy and booming night club. The lights were vibrant purples, blues, and greens. Strobe lights flashed enough to where it seemed every second of bright white light was a snapshot of time. There he ran into Krystal, one he swore looked vaguely familiar. Either she was inebriated as well or mistook him for another who had his face, it was unclear, however she caught Dalie’s eye and invited him to dance with her. Despite not being particularly interested to dance, he sauntered over to her and began to dance with her, admittedly not putting much effort or enthusiasm in it.
After dancing several minutes to more than two songs, the dragon princess and the immortal both appeared to have beads of sweat upon their brows, highlighted by the flashing of the strobe lights and occasionally marked by the purple, blue, and green laser lights that streaked across the ceiling, walls, floor, and everything and everyone in between.
In the middle of dancing to another song that seemed to shake the cores of every being in the room, Dalie slid his hands from Krystal’s waist to her hips. His hands disappeared from visibility as he slid them under Krystal’s blouse, momentarily distracting her from where his hands traveled by kissing Krystal on the crook of her neck. At first distracted by his lips and hot breath on her neck, Krystal refocused and stepped away from Dalie’s grasp. Dalie hissed as though irritated,—not that it could be heard against the loud music—thinking he was getting burned yet when he caught Krystal’s eyes he noticed her ‘come hither’ gesture, swaying her hips in time to the music and repeatedly curling her index finger in Dalie’s face.
In a matter of minutes, the two of them were outside the club, the stark difference of temperature indoors and out ignored as they were distracted by a session of lip-locking and tongue-tying. Dalie led Krystal into the gap between the club and the much quieter building it neighbored while kissing her fervently. He pressed his body against hers, hands rested on her waist, stepping forward, gently pushing Krystal backward to the point that her back met the wall of the club. Krystal broke their kiss with a small gasp at the feel of the cold wall against her back; it seemed much colder than Dalie did to her skin. With their aggressive kissing ceased, Dalie changed pace by kissing down Krystal’s neck. She lifted her hands from Dalie’s lower back, resting one on a shoulder blade and her other hand combing through Dalie’s hair, enjoying the feel of his cool lips against her sensitive skin. At first, she slowly opened her eyes then registered their location and how unfavorable that was. She moved her hands from Dalie’s back and hair to gently push him away from herself, and insisted they not do this in the alley, where it was public and they could be seen.
Dalie smirked, amused by Krystal’s brief moment of shyness, not wanting to exhibit anything indecent in public. It crossed his mind to continue anyway, yet at this time, he wasn’t particularly interested in being too pushy and pushiness could turn things sour fast. While he had his experiences engaging in non-consensual activities, things the vast majority of society would undoubtedly frown upon, he equally enjoyed consensual situations as well.
He stepped close to Krystal again, against her resistant push, and brushed his nose up along her neck and head until his lips were against her ear. He whispered, “Where would you like to go?”
Krystal felt a little flustered by his gesture, mind trying to think of a decent place that might be close. She found it unlikely that Dalie would be interested in going to a nearby motel and didn’t want to say something that would kill the mood, despite that tiny voice in the back of her head reminding her who this she was pressed against a wall with. She pictured her own home in her mind, yet didn’t verbalize that as she knew cheap motels were closer to their location than her place and she had no clue where Dalie called home.
Seconds after picturing her home in mind, she realized she was standing in her own room. Confusion crossed her face as she looked around, then realized Dalie must’ve read her thoughts and transported them there. She had nearly forgotten he was a teleporter. Before she could comment on the environment change, Dalie grabbed her arm that she had placed on his chest to push him away and moved it to her side as he stepped forward. In order not to lose balance, she had to step backwards again, her calves soon meeting the edge of her bed, where Dalie ceased moving forward and pushed her back. She fell onto the softness of her mattress and Dalie rested a hand at her side to bring himself above her. His free hand found her thigh, covered in tight jeans, and ran his fingers up from her thigh, over her hip and caught hold of the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to expose half of her abdominal region.
For a moment, Krystal was met with unease as she remembered the violence Dalie wrecked on her body not long ago. Having been briefly caught in this thought, she gasped at the jerk forward she felt next as Dalie had opposite ends of her shirt in both hands and ripping it in half. Almost falling forward, Dalie stopped and pressed a hand at Krystal’s side, slightly engulfed by the cushion of the mattress. They both shared a slight scoff-like laugh at that.
Krystal pulled off her half-torn shirt and bra and Dalie followed suit with his own upper-wear. First he leaned back, balancing on his knee between Krystal’s legs on the mattress, allowing his coat to slide off. Then he slipped out of the red plaid flannel shirt and his wife-beater and tossed them both to the floor on his right.
He took a pause of stripping his attire to kiss Krystal again, shifting slightly to pull her higher up on the bed. Satisfied with their location on the bed, Dalie lowered his body to press against Krystal’s then slid forward, intentionally grinding against her. His lips found her collarbone, and started trailing along her neck and jaw line again. He took enjoyment of basking in the warmth of her skin, the contrast against his own seemed greater now than times before. Of course, he couldn’t recall being so close in those other times, feeling the softness of her breasts against his marked skin, the heat that got trapped between their stomachs.
He turned his head as he kissed over Krystal’s neck and chin, kissing her other side. The hand that he didn’t require for elevation lightly traced down the side of her torso, stirring the sensitive hairs. Before he reached her hip, he flinched at the sound of a laugh escaping Krystal’s lips, triggered by the tickle she felt. Dalie exhaled a low hum, pressing his nose against Krystal’s neck again as his hand found the edge of her pants and traveled to the center. He could feel Krystal’s hands sliding along his sides and the occasional interruption of the touch by the thin protruding lines that were etched into his Jotun skin.
Dalie unbuttoned Krystal’s pants as her hands trailed the rim of his own. He tugged on the top of her pants and slightly managed to yank them down, managing to pull Krystal down a tad. Dalie distracted her with a kiss to the lips as his hand slid under her panties. Krystal broke from their kiss to gasp, feeling his cold fingers entering her, a strange sensation that was unexpected yet not met with displeasure. Krystal’s thighs hugged Dalie’s hips as soft pleasant moans escaped her throat each time his fingers rubbed against her clit.
Not wanting her to have too much fun, Dalie withdrew his hand and pulled away from her, sitting again on one of his knees, and pulled her pants down. He took a moment to step off the bed to remove her form-hugging jeans and shoes. Krystal responded with reddening cheeks. Before rejoining her on the bed, Dalie stepped out of his own lower garments. He tickled Krystal’s side as he returned to kissing her. Krystal’s stomach churned for not only the reason that he tickled her side, but feeling mildly uncomfortable being naked with Dalie.
That feeling eased as she concentrated on how it felt to have the cool-bodied immortal’s skin rubbing against her own. In one way, it was soothing, keeping her from getting too heated up against him. Disliking the negligence between her thighs, Krystal slid one of her hands between their torsos, feeling each curve and dip of Dalie’s abdominal muscles, and stopped when she found his erection. Dalie stiffened in response to the warm hand that touched him but his tension quickly eased when he felt her guide him inside her. He took a sharp inhale then relaxed as he pulled away, locking eyes with her for a moment.
Krystal moved her hand from between them and found the curve of Dalie’s back where his spine was and ran the tips of her fingers up that spine. Dalie slightly writhed in response from the tingling sensation of her warm hands on his back. Feeling a craving for continuance, Dalie pulled one of Krystal’s thigh’s up to his waist and kissed the side of her jaw as he penetrated her, his abdomen pressed hard against hers.
Krystal grabbed the back of Dalie’s neck with one hand and struggled to grasp the small of his back as he started to work in and out of her, his pace steadily increasing in frequency and intensity. She closed her eyes, feeling how his breath hit her shoulder, how his body hit hers, and how his actions made her slowly curl her legs around him.
Trying to maintain balance while keeping to his rythme, Dalie moved his hand from clutching her thigh to his waist and locked the bend of her leg to the bend of his arm, his hand buried in the fabric and cushion of her mattress. He could feel Krystal’s response to his movement by the way she arched up against him, hugged him with her unattended thigh, her fingers digging into his back, and the moans she made.
For a moment, there was no thought that passed Dalie’s normally overactive mind. There was only feeling that he he got lost in, himself seeming to experience it from a third perspective almost. It was something that before he knew corporeal form, he could never put word to, something witnessed but not understood. There was something indescribable to what under most other circumstances would feel uncomfortable… Two bodies too close in proximity, exposed to each other and surrounding elements, sweat, and conflicting body temperatures triggering nerves in confusing way. Hot breath against one’s shoulder and cold breath against the other’s. Hair sticking to skin and fabric wishing to entangle. And a strange shiver that had the tendency to crawl down backsides. It was left something unspoken in thought to the immortal, a strange pain that felt pleasant yet so much more complex than that. It was the first feeling he encountered that he failed to describe and no further exploitation of this act got him any closer to controlling it with words. He couldn’t trespass the thoughts of others to gain any insight, this was just one of many physical feelings that Dalie couldn’t fully grasp with control and science only covered so much.
Dalie’s silent mind was ended as he regained realization of his situation, no longer lost in the thoughtless movement he sometimes found himself in. The immortal bested Krystal in stamina, causing her to reach her climax before he reached his own. He could feel how she shivered and tensed under him and felt satisfied with himself. He responded by briefly pressing his cheek against her neck as he continued. His pace ceased as his breath hitched and his abdominal muscles tensed, reaching that release he’d been working for.
Whether he willed it or not, Dalie’s body slowed down until he let one arm cave in and rested his head against the curve of Krystal’s neck trying to catch his breath. A sweat rolled down his face, hitting the blanket beneath them, his body feeling over-exerted from the night’s sequence of physically trying events and little to no breaks in between.
Unsure of how to act, Krystal traced her fingers along the winding lines etched on Dalie’s back, finding them to be as soft and firm as protruded scar tissue. He didn’t seem to respond to her mild gesture of intimacy. Maybe he was too tired or he just didn’t care, Krystal wasn’t certain. While her encounters with him were brief, she easily picked up the sense that Dalie was far from being a cuddler. It was likely that this behavior meant something completely different to Dalie than it did to her but she wasn’t planning to ask. She just laid still under the exhausted immortal, quiet, and keeping a consistent slow pace of tracing one or two of her fingers along the strange lines that mapped across his entire form.
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