Hey guys- I'm trying to figure out how to post this in the LJS community, buy you guys can have at it, too.
I'd like to share my first LJS fanfic with you- it's an NC-17 Gabriel/Frost story with very vague spoilers for Dark Visions.
For those of you that have never read it, it's about a group of 5 teenage psychics assembled at the Zetes Institute for psychic study. It turns out that Mr. Zetes' plans aren't exactly wholesome. Gabriel is a telebath with a dark history and a criminal record, Kait is a remote viewer that he secretly loves. After the gang runs away from the Institute, Gabriel returns, where Zetes has reinstated his pilot study- a group of dark psychics (including Frost) called Project Black Lightning. Kait joins up in order to keep an eye on Gabriel and complete a mission.
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabriel/Frost from Dark Visions by LJ Smith
, with some Gabriel/Kait implied.
Spoilers: vague for “The Passion.”
Notes: I do not own these characters- they are the property of Lisa Jane Smith and her publishers. No infringement intended or profit made. Otherwise, this is my first LJS fic. Comments and criticism welcome.
Gabriel’s Woman
“I wouldn’t touch Gabriel’s woman, but that’s Frost now.”
-Jackal Mac, Dark Visions: The Passion
The look on Kait’s face had been priceless, Gabriel told himself. Her eyes had widened in shock as Frost slipped past him, exiting his room in a blurry morning haze and a wisp of red lace that barely constituted lingerie, let alone clothing. Kaitlyn probably felt embarrassed for her, as covered as she was from ankle to neck in another of her obnoxiously puritanical nightgowns.
He caught her staring, and she narrowed her smoke-ringed eyes at him. Standing statue-still as she was, face flushing as red as her hair, he could feel her anger rippling through the web. Gliding past her so smoothly, so indifferently, had been something like a savored delight.
Except that it hadn’t been.
Sure, it felt good to know that he could hurt her, because it meant that some small part of her had actually cared, but the helpless fury she radiated also unsettled him. He couldn’t glimpse any specific images about what she felt like doing to him, but he was certain that it was very painful.
I don’t care, he told himself. I can make her angry, and that’s power. That’s all that matters.
The night before, Frost had paid him another of her late-night visits. Nothing had ever really come of them, so to speak- just a little groping and some rough kissing. Frost was big on the tension. She liked to play, or at least she liked to think she was playing with him. Gabriel didn’t really care what she thought. She was a pair of lips and cool hands to him, little more. He never bothered probing her vapid little mind.
Gabriel had been lying in his bed, stewing over Kait. He knew she was hiding something from him, and it bothered him that as much as she pried to get him to open up, every time they were close, she closed herself off from him. Probably still mooning over Kessler, he thought. Kait likes to play with fire, but at the end of the day, she runs back to her golden boy. Damned witch.
Three quiet knocks. Frost liked to pretend that they were secret lovers, but the whole house knew the charade. Gabriel briefly considered telling her to get lost, but the look of jealous disapproval that flitted across Kait’s face every time Frost seductively slithered past him held his tongue.
“Come in,” he called instead.
The door opened to reveal Frost, barefoot and in a fraying black bathrobe. Cherry gloss slicked her lips, and she licked them sensually.
“Hello, lover.”
“Hello, Laurie,” he pronounced crisply.
Her eyes flashed annoyance in the filtered moonlight. Her hair was down, pale as bone and splayed across her shoulders. The tips were spiky and still shower-damp.
“Don’t call me that,” she muttered venomously. She closed the door behind herself and eased into the shadows that cloaked his room.
“Something you wanted?”
“You know what I want,” she answered, fingering the belt of her robe. “I want you.”
Gabriel smiled appreciatively in spite of himself. Gotta love a girl that cuts to the chase. He stretched out on his bed and rubbed at his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She was on him in a second. She straddled him, and he could feel the wetness of her hair brushing across his face as she bent to kiss his jaw.
Gabriel gazed at the ceiling, shielding his thoughts of Kait’s visit from Frost’s probing hands. Frost made quiet moaning noises as she kissed him, deep in her throat. He found his hands absently caressing her waist, reaching up to pull the belt loose.
Her breasts smoothed into his palms, covered in an itchy material. Probably lace- Frost liked lace. Gabriel preferred satin.
“Mmm,” she hummed approvingly. She began to lift up his shirt, licking hurried paths up his ribcage, wriggling her hips around. Gabriel found himself remarkably unimpressed.
For a minute, he allowed himself to imagine that instead of moonlight pale, the hair that brushed his stomach so softly was flame red and unruly. The vision only lasted a moment- the brisk efficiency of Frost’s hands stole it away.
She peeled his shirt off and dragged her long nails over his skin, faint pink scratches trailing in their wake. She liked to hint at roughness, but Gabriel knew full well that if he were to have his way with her, she’d take off for the door just as fast as her naked legs could carry her.
There was a slight purring sound, and Gabriel realized that it was Frost trying to be seductive. He held back a sudden impulse to laugh- there was nothing subtle about Frost. She pretended to be the seductress, but it was a transparent guise. If he wanted, she would be his harlot.
She caught a nipple in her teeth and teased it a bit. “Does that feel good?”
Gabriel felt arousal filtering through him, stimulus-response. “Of course,” he whispered distantly.
“And this?” She was fumbling- fondling- his crotch while unzipping his jeans with her free hand.
Gabriel doesn’t do call and response. “Are you asking permission?” he asked tiredly, a bit of edge in his voice.
The danger-seeker in Frost responded immediately. “In a way.”
“So get on with it already.”
A lazy grin touched her lips and she pulled him free, bushing his jeans below his hips. A moment later he was deep in her throat, and she was sucking him expertly.
In his mind, Gabriel saw void. Sparks of pleasure rolled in a sea of nothingness and wisps of red hair and smoke-ringed pools. He made no sound.
Frost came up for air. “And what about me, lover?” She was making her voice petulant. He could almost see her fake pout.
“What about you?” he countered. Looking her over, he saw that she had wriggled out of her damp panties. She sat atop him, grinding slowly to the smoky music in her head. Just an inch more and-
“Forgetting something?”
Frost stopped abruptly, her glance brisk. “What?”
“Condom.” His tone carried its own judgment.
“Oh.” She chewed her lip. “Where?”
“Second drawer down.”
She reached over him and he could smell the faux patchouli she wore, nothing like the feminine floral scent that bathed Kait. Frost would never go for something so innocent.
She unwrapped the condom, absently tossing the wrapper over her shoulder. She peered at it for a moment, apparently studying it.
“Should I-”
“I can,” Frost interrupted.
Gabriel sighed. “I’ll bet,” he muttered under his breath.
Frost glared at him as she rolled the rubber down his firm length. She liked games, but there would be no deceptions of love here.
She straddled him, lowering herself onto him. She felt good on the way in, warm in a way that he would never associate with Frost. Warmth like flushed skin and damp curls, warm like the hot night air on his balcony. Earlier-
Frost was picking up speed. He began to thrust up into her and she panted, sweat beading her brow. A dark smile touched his lips. Gabriel had a firm grip on her waist now, and he was pushing the tempo in a way that made her eyes fly open just for a moment, then she bit her lower lip and clenched his shirt tightly, urging him on.
He closed his eyes. He focused on the feeling, on the energy coursing through him, surging, building. It was intense, just like the nerves in his gut as his Kait’s lips had been a hair’s breadth from his. He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to have his orgasm and go to sleep so he didn’t have to think about anything- not the goddamned house or Frost’s empty advances, not the constant burning of Kait’s presence in his mind. None of the almosts or ifs, just the barrenness of dreaming.
Frost begin to shake, burying her head in the hollow of his shoulder as she cried out, and Gabriel came just moments after her, an explosive release of the tension that had coiled up tight within him. They lay there for a few moments, waiting until their gasping breaths calmed.
He smoothed her hair out of his face, and Frost saw it as an endearment. “Can I stay in here tonight?”
“I guess. Right now, I’ve got to go take care of this.” As she slid off of him, Gabriel deposited the condom in a wad of tissue.
“Oh, right.”
As he pulled his pants up over his hips and moved towards the door, Frost stopped him once more.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes?”
“So am I your girl?”
Gabriel sighed, and the wisps of red hair vanished from his vision.
“Yeah. Sure you are.”
The door closed behind him, and Frost climbed beneath the covers to await his return.
-Fin
I'd like to share my first LJS fanfic with you- it's an NC-17 Gabriel/Frost story with very vague spoilers for Dark Visions.
For those of you that have never read it, it's about a group of 5 teenage psychics assembled at the Zetes Institute for psychic study. It turns out that Mr. Zetes' plans aren't exactly wholesome. Gabriel is a telebath with a dark history and a criminal record, Kait is a remote viewer that he secretly loves. After the gang runs away from the Institute, Gabriel returns, where Zetes has reinstated his pilot study- a group of dark psychics (including Frost) called Project Black Lightning. Kait joins up in order to keep an eye on Gabriel and complete a mission.
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabriel/Frost from Dark Visions by LJ Smith
, with some Gabriel/Kait implied.
Spoilers: vague for “The Passion.”
Notes: I do not own these characters- they are the property of Lisa Jane Smith and her publishers. No infringement intended or profit made. Otherwise, this is my first LJS fic. Comments and criticism welcome.
Gabriel’s Woman
“I wouldn’t touch Gabriel’s woman, but that’s Frost now.”
-Jackal Mac, Dark Visions: The Passion
The look on Kait’s face had been priceless, Gabriel told himself. Her eyes had widened in shock as Frost slipped past him, exiting his room in a blurry morning haze and a wisp of red lace that barely constituted lingerie, let alone clothing. Kaitlyn probably felt embarrassed for her, as covered as she was from ankle to neck in another of her obnoxiously puritanical nightgowns.
He caught her staring, and she narrowed her smoke-ringed eyes at him. Standing statue-still as she was, face flushing as red as her hair, he could feel her anger rippling through the web. Gliding past her so smoothly, so indifferently, had been something like a savored delight.
Except that it hadn’t been.
Sure, it felt good to know that he could hurt her, because it meant that some small part of her had actually cared, but the helpless fury she radiated also unsettled him. He couldn’t glimpse any specific images about what she felt like doing to him, but he was certain that it was very painful.
I don’t care, he told himself. I can make her angry, and that’s power. That’s all that matters.
The night before, Frost had paid him another of her late-night visits. Nothing had ever really come of them, so to speak- just a little groping and some rough kissing. Frost was big on the tension. She liked to play, or at least she liked to think she was playing with him. Gabriel didn’t really care what she thought. She was a pair of lips and cool hands to him, little more. He never bothered probing her vapid little mind.
Gabriel had been lying in his bed, stewing over Kait. He knew she was hiding something from him, and it bothered him that as much as she pried to get him to open up, every time they were close, she closed herself off from him. Probably still mooning over Kessler, he thought. Kait likes to play with fire, but at the end of the day, she runs back to her golden boy. Damned witch.
Three quiet knocks. Frost liked to pretend that they were secret lovers, but the whole house knew the charade. Gabriel briefly considered telling her to get lost, but the look of jealous disapproval that flitted across Kait’s face every time Frost seductively slithered past him held his tongue.
“Come in,” he called instead.
The door opened to reveal Frost, barefoot and in a fraying black bathrobe. Cherry gloss slicked her lips, and she licked them sensually.
“Hello, lover.”
“Hello, Laurie,” he pronounced crisply.
Her eyes flashed annoyance in the filtered moonlight. Her hair was down, pale as bone and splayed across her shoulders. The tips were spiky and still shower-damp.
“Don’t call me that,” she muttered venomously. She closed the door behind herself and eased into the shadows that cloaked his room.
“Something you wanted?”
“You know what I want,” she answered, fingering the belt of her robe. “I want you.”
Gabriel smiled appreciatively in spite of himself. Gotta love a girl that cuts to the chase. He stretched out on his bed and rubbed at his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She was on him in a second. She straddled him, and he could feel the wetness of her hair brushing across his face as she bent to kiss his jaw.
Gabriel gazed at the ceiling, shielding his thoughts of Kait’s visit from Frost’s probing hands. Frost made quiet moaning noises as she kissed him, deep in her throat. He found his hands absently caressing her waist, reaching up to pull the belt loose.
Her breasts smoothed into his palms, covered in an itchy material. Probably lace- Frost liked lace. Gabriel preferred satin.
“Mmm,” she hummed approvingly. She began to lift up his shirt, licking hurried paths up his ribcage, wriggling her hips around. Gabriel found himself remarkably unimpressed.
For a minute, he allowed himself to imagine that instead of moonlight pale, the hair that brushed his stomach so softly was flame red and unruly. The vision only lasted a moment- the brisk efficiency of Frost’s hands stole it away.
She peeled his shirt off and dragged her long nails over his skin, faint pink scratches trailing in their wake. She liked to hint at roughness, but Gabriel knew full well that if he were to have his way with her, she’d take off for the door just as fast as her naked legs could carry her.
There was a slight purring sound, and Gabriel realized that it was Frost trying to be seductive. He held back a sudden impulse to laugh- there was nothing subtle about Frost. She pretended to be the seductress, but it was a transparent guise. If he wanted, she would be his harlot.
She caught a nipple in her teeth and teased it a bit. “Does that feel good?”
Gabriel felt arousal filtering through him, stimulus-response. “Of course,” he whispered distantly.
“And this?” She was fumbling- fondling- his crotch while unzipping his jeans with her free hand.
Gabriel doesn’t do call and response. “Are you asking permission?” he asked tiredly, a bit of edge in his voice.
The danger-seeker in Frost responded immediately. “In a way.”
“So get on with it already.”
A lazy grin touched her lips and she pulled him free, bushing his jeans below his hips. A moment later he was deep in her throat, and she was sucking him expertly.
In his mind, Gabriel saw void. Sparks of pleasure rolled in a sea of nothingness and wisps of red hair and smoke-ringed pools. He made no sound.
Frost came up for air. “And what about me, lover?” She was making her voice petulant. He could almost see her fake pout.
“What about you?” he countered. Looking her over, he saw that she had wriggled out of her damp panties. She sat atop him, grinding slowly to the smoky music in her head. Just an inch more and-
“Forgetting something?”
Frost stopped abruptly, her glance brisk. “What?”
“Condom.” His tone carried its own judgment.
“Oh.” She chewed her lip. “Where?”
“Second drawer down.”
She reached over him and he could smell the faux patchouli she wore, nothing like the feminine floral scent that bathed Kait. Frost would never go for something so innocent.
She unwrapped the condom, absently tossing the wrapper over her shoulder. She peered at it for a moment, apparently studying it.
“Should I-”
“I can,” Frost interrupted.
Gabriel sighed. “I’ll bet,” he muttered under his breath.
Frost glared at him as she rolled the rubber down his firm length. She liked games, but there would be no deceptions of love here.
She straddled him, lowering herself onto him. She felt good on the way in, warm in a way that he would never associate with Frost. Warmth like flushed skin and damp curls, warm like the hot night air on his balcony. Earlier-
Frost was picking up speed. He began to thrust up into her and she panted, sweat beading her brow. A dark smile touched his lips. Gabriel had a firm grip on her waist now, and he was pushing the tempo in a way that made her eyes fly open just for a moment, then she bit her lower lip and clenched his shirt tightly, urging him on.
He closed his eyes. He focused on the feeling, on the energy coursing through him, surging, building. It was intense, just like the nerves in his gut as his Kait’s lips had been a hair’s breadth from his. He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to have his orgasm and go to sleep so he didn’t have to think about anything- not the goddamned house or Frost’s empty advances, not the constant burning of Kait’s presence in his mind. None of the almosts or ifs, just the barrenness of dreaming.
Frost begin to shake, burying her head in the hollow of his shoulder as she cried out, and Gabriel came just moments after her, an explosive release of the tension that had coiled up tight within him. They lay there for a few moments, waiting until their gasping breaths calmed.
He smoothed her hair out of his face, and Frost saw it as an endearment. “Can I stay in here tonight?”
“I guess. Right now, I’ve got to go take care of this.” As she slid off of him, Gabriel deposited the condom in a wad of tissue.
“Oh, right.”
As he pulled his pants up over his hips and moved towards the door, Frost stopped him once more.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes?”
“So am I your girl?”
Gabriel sighed, and the wisps of red hair vanished from his vision.
“Yeah. Sure you are.”
The door closed behind him, and Frost climbed beneath the covers to await his return.
-Fin