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dorksidefikerTitle: Please
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/30. Grovel
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 205
Summary: In which Illyana stakes her claim.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you know. Sequel to Wanting.
“Mine.”
Megan just stared at the dark thing crouching on her bed, eyes burning with the fires of hell in the dark. The door shut behind Megan with a slam, leaving her alone in the dark with the demon.
“Illyana…?”
The thing on the bed – Illyana – slid off, the carpet muffling the sound of her hooves. “You are mine, pretty girl.”
Megan’s back hit the door, and she groped for the light switch, which seemed to have disappeared. All she could see were Illyana’s unnaturally bright eyes. “Please…”
“I always knew I could make you say that word.” Illyana’s body pressed close, and it was warm and soft in all the right places, all the places Megan remembered. “Mine.”
Megan whimpered, closing her eyes as Illyana pressed hot, wet kisses to her neck. “Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours, please, I-”
“Nothing will keep me from what is mine,” Illyana purred. “Not the X-Men, not Belasco, no one. You are mine, body and soul.”
“Please…”
Author:
fullmetal_cuteFandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/30. Grovel
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 205
Summary: In which Illyana stakes her claim.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you know. Sequel to Wanting.
“Mine.”
Megan just stared at the dark thing crouching on her bed, eyes burning with the fires of hell in the dark. The door shut behind Megan with a slam, leaving her alone in the dark with the demon.
“Illyana…?”
The thing on the bed – Illyana – slid off, the carpet muffling the sound of her hooves. “You are mine, pretty girl.”
Megan’s back hit the door, and she groped for the light switch, which seemed to have disappeared. All she could see were Illyana’s unnaturally bright eyes. “Please…”
“I always knew I could make you say that word.” Illyana’s body pressed close, and it was warm and soft in all the right places, all the places Megan remembered. “Mine.”
Megan whimpered, closing her eyes as Illyana pressed hot, wet kisses to her neck. “Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours, please, I-”
“Nothing will keep me from what is mine,” Illyana purred. “Not the X-Men, not Belasco, no one. You are mine, body and soul.”
“Please…”