(X-Men) Bolt
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salmon_pinkTitle: Bolt
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Callisto/Ororo
Rating: R
Words: 1407
Timeline: Post-X3
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "rough".
Summary: Fighting, metal, and a lot of touching.
Ororo had a brief second to wonder if she was dreaming.
She’d seen a grand total of four mutants survive their own deaths. That may have seemed like a huge number to the majority of the population who’d never seen anybody come back to life, but Ororo had met a lot of powerful mutants, and she’d seen far too many of them die.
Rogue, Logan, Jean, Charles. Their abilities all frighteningly impressive, their revival miraculous yet real. Disturbing and affirming and something she never wanted to experience again.
However, they were on a different level to the woman in front of her when it came to the strength, the flexibility of their mutations, and it just couldn’t be possible.
Ororo had a brief second to wonder if she was dreaming, and then the lithe body smashed into her, moving faster than the blink of an eye, and she was being thrown across the room.
Callisto laughed, and it sounded just the same, just as cruel. Her eyes were sparkling with a sick kind of merriment; still playing the game, no more dictator spoiling her fun with rules and agendas. Light on her feet, bouncing slightly, ready to dance all over Ororo’s nerves.
She thought Callisto was dead. She thought that she had been the one to kill her.
Ororo scrambled up, struggling to get her wits about her, to get her legs to support her. Couldn’t be happening, couldn’t be right. Callisto vanished from in front of her, reappearing in her peripheral vision, an almost gentle shove sending Ororo tumbling back to the ground.
Ororo lived in a school, and she knew that knowledge was power, and she knew that lightning bolt had ripped through Callisto’s body. Had felt the force of it, smelt the singed hair and burnt fabric. Had used the metal fence beneath her as a conductor, like any good scientist with access to the elements would do.
Callisto’s foot connected solidly with her ribs, and Ororo used her momentum as she was sent spinning across the floor, rolling on to her back, flipping herself up to standing, wheezing and disorientated.
It was entirely possible that Callisto’s healing abilities were as accelerated as her movement. But Ororo was sure she would have been aware of it, would have noticed if bruises and cuts were mending themselves as they fought.
Ororo’s distraction was rewarded with a slap across her cheek, stinging and designed to humiliate, intended to rile her. Callisto grinned from the other side of the room, sharp white teeth framed by curling lips and her metal stud.
And it was like a light-switch being flicked inside Ororo’s brain. Rare but not impossible, a phenomenon as old as body piercing. Metal imbedded in the skin attracting the current when the victim suffered an electric shock. But for the lightning to be drawn away from her vital organs, Callisto would need to have piercings on her chest and stomach…
She braced herself, legs spread wide, shock giving way to determination. Let her senses reach out, testing the air around her, feeling for unnatural movement, manmade breeze. She felt the air shift and split to her left and used her own manipulation of the air currents to spin faster than should be possible, right arm shoving out straight, catching Callisto across the torso in a messy roundhouse.
Callisto’s legs slid forwards, too fast to catch her balance, and she slammed down backwards on to the floor.
Ororo dropped down on to her, ready to take advantage of the rare moment of stillness. Her hands clawed at Callisto’s leather corset, fingers digging under the fabric. Yanked as hard as she could, and the laces holding it closed at the front snapped with a satisfying noise.
Scar tissue and near-healed skin on her stomach, circling what appeared to be a freshly repierced navel bar.
Callisto grinned up at her, a split-second before a fist caught the side of Ororo’s jaw, knocking her away. Callisto was up and across the room in a heartbeat, shrugging off the shredded top. Standing there in just trousers and her bra, but there was no vulnerability about her, she only looked more powerful and deadly.
“That’s not the only one,” she purred. “But if you’re in the mood for playing ‘Hunt The Metal’ I think it’s only fair to even the playing field…”
Ororo growled, springing to her feet and readopting a fighting stance.
Of course, bad guys were bad guys because they weren’t ashamed to attack from behind, and when Ororo kicked out, Callisto merely sped around her, looping wider, and Ororo felt herself jerked backwards and the fabric of her shirt was pulled back viciously enough that the buttons strained and popped off.
Callisto laughed from somewhere to her right, and plowed into her from the left, and Ororo tried to bring her arms up to defend herself but her now-open shirt slipped and tangled over her elbows. She managed to keep her balance somehow, stumbling and shrugging the shirt off of her arms, raising her fists and narrowing her eyes.
Callisto eyed her, smirk tugging her lips. “Better,” she mused. “But not quite enough, is it?”
Ororo’s narrowed eyes widened in surprise at Callisto reached up and unhooked the fastenings of her own bra and, just as suspected, there were piercings there too. Two silver hoops, one through each nipple, and Ororo realised with a start that she was staring when Callisto gave a sharp back of laughter.
The air shifted around her, and Ororo felt Callisto’s hand brush along her back, and a poison whisper washed over her ear. “Your turn.”
Ororo span around, trying to punch out, but Callisto ducked away from her, hands reaching out, and Ororo felt the slight tension around her chest release as Callisto’s fingers unhooked her bra and the straps slid down her arms.
Callisto was across the room before Ororo could protest, and her eyes were hungry as they swept over her chest. “Impressive,” she murmured, and Ororo felt herself flush but she refused to be toyed with in such a manner and her head was held high as she let her bra drop to the floor.
Callisto merely raised an eyebrow, lips quirking, and then she was gone in another blur of motion, and Ororo focused her concentration and braced herself. She felt Callisto rush by her, just beyond her reach, then circle her, breeze ruffling Ororo’s hair, cold over her exposed skin, and then she jolted slightly as warm fingers settled over her breast for the barest of seconds before whipping away. She felt her concentration falter, and she heard Callisto laugh to her right, but the next hand came from her left, and Ororo yelped and jumped back as those fingers pinched at her nipple.
“Is this supposed to be a fight?” Ororo snapped before she could stop herself, and Callisto whipped back into view, looking endlessly amused by Ororo’s frustration.
And then she stole Ororo’s breath as she slammed into her, Ororo’s shoulders thumping against the ground, Callisto’s weight landing on top of her solidly, holding her pinned.
Her vision took a moment to settle, and Callisto was staring down at her, eyes dark and grinning broadly, and their faces were far too close for comfort. “I have other piercings, you know,” Callisto whispered, and Ororo just stared up at her, very aware of the way their bare breasts were pressed together. “I’ll have to show you some time.”
Ororo wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, but Callisto saved her the bother by suddenly and insistently crushing their lips together, heated and frenzied and Ororo couldn’t breathe. Callisto’s lips were moving over her own unnaturally fast, and there was a vibration to it, and Callisto’s hands were gripping at Ororo’s arms, squeezing hard enough to bruise. She was moving, so fast and concentrated it was barely noticeable, and Ororo felt herself shudder as she distantly realised that Callisto was rubbing herself against Ororo’s thigh, undulating and smiling against Ororo’s mouth. She felt Callisto’s tongue lick at her, press against her, her own head spinning with shock, and then, just like that, the pressure was gone.
Callisto’s warmth disappeared, a chill left in her wake, and Ororo felt a little dizzy and very lost, and Callisto was gone by the time she managed to sit up and, she was annoyed to discover, Ororo’s bra was missing too.
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Callisto/Ororo
Rating: R
Words: 1407
Timeline: Post-X3
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "rough".Summary: Fighting, metal, and a lot of touching.
Ororo had a brief second to wonder if she was dreaming.
She’d seen a grand total of four mutants survive their own deaths. That may have seemed like a huge number to the majority of the population who’d never seen anybody come back to life, but Ororo had met a lot of powerful mutants, and she’d seen far too many of them die.
Rogue, Logan, Jean, Charles. Their abilities all frighteningly impressive, their revival miraculous yet real. Disturbing and affirming and something she never wanted to experience again.
However, they were on a different level to the woman in front of her when it came to the strength, the flexibility of their mutations, and it just couldn’t be possible.
Ororo had a brief second to wonder if she was dreaming, and then the lithe body smashed into her, moving faster than the blink of an eye, and she was being thrown across the room.
Callisto laughed, and it sounded just the same, just as cruel. Her eyes were sparkling with a sick kind of merriment; still playing the game, no more dictator spoiling her fun with rules and agendas. Light on her feet, bouncing slightly, ready to dance all over Ororo’s nerves.
She thought Callisto was dead. She thought that she had been the one to kill her.
Ororo scrambled up, struggling to get her wits about her, to get her legs to support her. Couldn’t be happening, couldn’t be right. Callisto vanished from in front of her, reappearing in her peripheral vision, an almost gentle shove sending Ororo tumbling back to the ground.
Ororo lived in a school, and she knew that knowledge was power, and she knew that lightning bolt had ripped through Callisto’s body. Had felt the force of it, smelt the singed hair and burnt fabric. Had used the metal fence beneath her as a conductor, like any good scientist with access to the elements would do.
Callisto’s foot connected solidly with her ribs, and Ororo used her momentum as she was sent spinning across the floor, rolling on to her back, flipping herself up to standing, wheezing and disorientated.
It was entirely possible that Callisto’s healing abilities were as accelerated as her movement. But Ororo was sure she would have been aware of it, would have noticed if bruises and cuts were mending themselves as they fought.
Ororo’s distraction was rewarded with a slap across her cheek, stinging and designed to humiliate, intended to rile her. Callisto grinned from the other side of the room, sharp white teeth framed by curling lips and her metal stud.
And it was like a light-switch being flicked inside Ororo’s brain. Rare but not impossible, a phenomenon as old as body piercing. Metal imbedded in the skin attracting the current when the victim suffered an electric shock. But for the lightning to be drawn away from her vital organs, Callisto would need to have piercings on her chest and stomach…
She braced herself, legs spread wide, shock giving way to determination. Let her senses reach out, testing the air around her, feeling for unnatural movement, manmade breeze. She felt the air shift and split to her left and used her own manipulation of the air currents to spin faster than should be possible, right arm shoving out straight, catching Callisto across the torso in a messy roundhouse.
Callisto’s legs slid forwards, too fast to catch her balance, and she slammed down backwards on to the floor.
Ororo dropped down on to her, ready to take advantage of the rare moment of stillness. Her hands clawed at Callisto’s leather corset, fingers digging under the fabric. Yanked as hard as she could, and the laces holding it closed at the front snapped with a satisfying noise.
Scar tissue and near-healed skin on her stomach, circling what appeared to be a freshly repierced navel bar.
Callisto grinned up at her, a split-second before a fist caught the side of Ororo’s jaw, knocking her away. Callisto was up and across the room in a heartbeat, shrugging off the shredded top. Standing there in just trousers and her bra, but there was no vulnerability about her, she only looked more powerful and deadly.
“That’s not the only one,” she purred. “But if you’re in the mood for playing ‘Hunt The Metal’ I think it’s only fair to even the playing field…”
Ororo growled, springing to her feet and readopting a fighting stance.
Of course, bad guys were bad guys because they weren’t ashamed to attack from behind, and when Ororo kicked out, Callisto merely sped around her, looping wider, and Ororo felt herself jerked backwards and the fabric of her shirt was pulled back viciously enough that the buttons strained and popped off.
Callisto laughed from somewhere to her right, and plowed into her from the left, and Ororo tried to bring her arms up to defend herself but her now-open shirt slipped and tangled over her elbows. She managed to keep her balance somehow, stumbling and shrugging the shirt off of her arms, raising her fists and narrowing her eyes.
Callisto eyed her, smirk tugging her lips. “Better,” she mused. “But not quite enough, is it?”
Ororo’s narrowed eyes widened in surprise at Callisto reached up and unhooked the fastenings of her own bra and, just as suspected, there were piercings there too. Two silver hoops, one through each nipple, and Ororo realised with a start that she was staring when Callisto gave a sharp back of laughter.
The air shifted around her, and Ororo felt Callisto’s hand brush along her back, and a poison whisper washed over her ear. “Your turn.”
Ororo span around, trying to punch out, but Callisto ducked away from her, hands reaching out, and Ororo felt the slight tension around her chest release as Callisto’s fingers unhooked her bra and the straps slid down her arms.
Callisto was across the room before Ororo could protest, and her eyes were hungry as they swept over her chest. “Impressive,” she murmured, and Ororo felt herself flush but she refused to be toyed with in such a manner and her head was held high as she let her bra drop to the floor.
Callisto merely raised an eyebrow, lips quirking, and then she was gone in another blur of motion, and Ororo focused her concentration and braced herself. She felt Callisto rush by her, just beyond her reach, then circle her, breeze ruffling Ororo’s hair, cold over her exposed skin, and then she jolted slightly as warm fingers settled over her breast for the barest of seconds before whipping away. She felt her concentration falter, and she heard Callisto laugh to her right, but the next hand came from her left, and Ororo yelped and jumped back as those fingers pinched at her nipple.
“Is this supposed to be a fight?” Ororo snapped before she could stop herself, and Callisto whipped back into view, looking endlessly amused by Ororo’s frustration.
And then she stole Ororo’s breath as she slammed into her, Ororo’s shoulders thumping against the ground, Callisto’s weight landing on top of her solidly, holding her pinned.
Her vision took a moment to settle, and Callisto was staring down at her, eyes dark and grinning broadly, and their faces were far too close for comfort. “I have other piercings, you know,” Callisto whispered, and Ororo just stared up at her, very aware of the way their bare breasts were pressed together. “I’ll have to show you some time.”
Ororo wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, but Callisto saved her the bother by suddenly and insistently crushing their lips together, heated and frenzied and Ororo couldn’t breathe. Callisto’s lips were moving over her own unnaturally fast, and there was a vibration to it, and Callisto’s hands were gripping at Ororo’s arms, squeezing hard enough to bruise. She was moving, so fast and concentrated it was barely noticeable, and Ororo felt herself shudder as she distantly realised that Callisto was rubbing herself against Ororo’s thigh, undulating and smiling against Ororo’s mouth. She felt Callisto’s tongue lick at her, press against her, her own head spinning with shock, and then, just like that, the pressure was gone.
Callisto’s warmth disappeared, a chill left in her wake, and Ororo felt a little dizzy and very lost, and Callisto was gone by the time she managed to sit up and, she was annoyed to discover, Ororo’s bra was missing too.
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