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28 January 2009 @ 10:40 am
Fic: Phoenix Arisen  
Hey, look, it's another failed comment!Fic for the porn battle!

Phoenix Arisen
Pairing: Sam Anders/Jean Grey (sort of)
Rating: ADULT
Word count: short, 900 words-ish
Spoilers: "Sometimes a Great Notion"
Summary: Standing beside the water, Sam hears a voice in the wind.

note: So this is sort of a crossover with X-Men. Sort of a BSG AU. I don't know, it's a fusion? Reincarnation is weird.

The moonlight shines fitfully between the clouds, and the wind whistles through the stones and the dry grass. But it's not only the wind. There's a soft whisper in his ear.

You're home. Finally.

He turns, looking for who spoke, but there's no one nearby. He listens and walks down the beach, away from the bridge. The voice gets clearer - a woman's voice.

Finally, my love, I'm so glad you've come back to me.

He frowns, realizing he's not hearing it with his ears. Is it a memory, like the guitar? The voice isn't familiar...

You don't remember me? she teases. The wind gusts, making him close his eyes, and when he opens them, there's a woman standing on the beach. Her hair is long and red, her clothes are form-fitting and black like what the Cylon pilots wear, and she has the most vibrantly green eyes he's ever seen. He doesn't know her, and yet...

And yet...

She looks familiar. So familiar it hurts somewhere deep inside, to know that he's forgotten her.

She smiles, gentle with understanding. You don't remember. I can help you. Come to me.

Drawn closer, he takes two steps, with a vague thought that she's a hallucination or a memory or a dream. She can't be real. But her hands are warm as they frame his face with long slender fingers, and her beautiful emerald eyes meet his. I'm so glad I've found you again, baby. Then her eyes narrow in concentration, and he feels a strange touch inside his head, behind his eyes. The curtain across his memory tears, and his past floods through him: years, thousands of years, and dozens of lifetimes, over and over again. Memories flutter around him like butterflies, unmoored and wild, and he has to grab at them. She's there in most of them -- she changes, but he always recognizes her. Sometimes he's a performer, sometimes a fighter; sometimes she's a doctor, sometimes not. He remembers Earth, as it was the first time around, when they decided to be together forever. When he had a different name and a different face, but her name was...


Her smile widens into brilliance, like sunlight this planet hasn't seen in millenia. But he doesn't give her a chance to speak, wrapping his arms around her and letting his mouth say everything he wants to. Words like I missed you, I'm sorry I forgot, I'm home now, I love you... float between them with each touch of his lips on hers. He knows how to kiss her - he knows how to touch his tongue right under her ear and he knows how to unzip the front of her black jacket, slide his hands under her tanktop, and caress the underside of her breasts with his fingers.

They kneel on the sand to take off their clothes, and it doesn't occur to him that it's cold - nothing matters except finding that smooth creamy skin and the long legs, and the nipples that harden when he barely touches them and make her writhe against the ground when he licks the points. She's wet when he slides hand through her auburn curls and slips two fingers inside her. But he knows what she likes best - better than even frakking - he kisses her breasts and down her belly, and with one hand he holds her open while he licks her smooth folds, tasting her with a tongue as deep as he can, and then tonguing her swollen clit. She can't stay still, twisting against the ground, breathing in unsteady gasps and she urges him on, and tells him when to put his fingers inside her again. Her heels dig into the sand and she pushes her hips into him, trying to make him suck her.

When he does, she gasps and jerks, and he doesn't stop until her shudders subside. She coaxes him up to kiss him deeply, and takes the taste of herself off his lips. "Come on, baby, in me. I can feel you want it." Her eyes are sultry and knowing, as her nails score down his stomach and her hand wraps his erection.

"Oh yes," he groans as he pushes all the way inside and she tightens on him, smirking with a flushed face. "Gods."

He fraks her deep, and bends his head to suck her nipples back to hard tips and then kisses her lips and her jaw. His eyes shut tight as he comes, and in the rush he feels her in his mind, binding them together. The bright ember of warmth and love remains, even afterward when he's holding her to his chest, unwilling to let go.

When he opens his eyes, he sees short blonde hair turned red by fire light, against his fingers. Past and present mix strangely in his head, and for a moment he feels lost and unreal. But her body is solid against his, and he knows he's not the only one clutching something steady. He smooths her hair and kisses her temple, realizing he's the lucky one. His phoenix was reborn from her own ashes and found her way back to him.

mrsdrjackson: *hugs* S/Kmrsdrjackson on January 28th, 2009 07:51 pm (UTC)
Well done hon! I love Kara as Jean, two of my favorite badass women rolled into one package. ^_^
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders Rapturelizardbeth_j on January 29th, 2009 03:57 am (UTC)
Thanks! :)

Yep, Kara IS Phoenix here, and that is pretty damn badass.
mrsdrjackson: Destiny Sbuckmrsdrjackson on January 29th, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
Even without the ep where she found her viper, I would have liked this fic. But now I'm OMGOMGOMG.
entertaining in a disturbing waylyssie on January 29th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
entertaining in a disturbing waylyssie on January 29th, 2009 01:01 am (UTC)
YOU MADE KARA THE PHOENIX. I still have no words.
lizardbeth: Kara-Sam -Demetriuslizardbeth_j on January 29th, 2009 03:52 am (UTC)
She died and came back exactly as she left. OF COURSE SHE IS.
greygreycoupon on January 29th, 2009 07:28 am (UTC)
lizardbeth: Kara-Anders last supperlizardbeth_j on January 29th, 2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
cujoy on January 29th, 2009 07:51 pm (UTC)

Kara as Jean! OMG, Sam as Scott? :D Plenty of angst to go around for all of them.
lizardbeth: Anders - no shirtlizardbeth_j on January 29th, 2009 08:57 pm (UTC)
Since I am a crazy Jean/Scott OTP-er (I completely ignore all continuity that says otherwise - which means I haven't read an X-men comic in years now), he was Scott, of course. :) (so there's always been another guy sort of on the fringes, there's always been the manipulative, murdering lover while Jean was "dead"....) All this has happened before... *g*

Allison: K/A Homefrolicndetour on January 29th, 2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
I love this! Even though I've never read or seen X-Men Beautiful.
lizardbeth: Anders - greylizardbeth_j on January 30th, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
(sorry kidlet got to the computer!)

ha, really? I'm glad it works without knowing who Jean is.

Edited at 2009-01-30 12:24 am (UTC)