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Keeping It Casual
By Kakasmai King
Fandom: SSX3
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Lemon, Language and maybe OCCness
Pairing: Elise Riggs x Psymon Stark
Disclaimer: I don’t own SSX3, nor the characters. Kinda wish I did though.
Summary: Psymon gets hurt during Elise’s challenge on Peak 3 and suddenly
things progress from one thing to another.
Author’s
Notes: Don’t ask. All I can say is that I was
playing SSX3 and decided I thought my two favourite characters would be hot
together – no matter how unrealistic it may be.
Anyway, it’s a PWP, so be warned, there is
basically no plot. So, enjoy – or don’t. Either way, I had fun writing it.
~*@*~
She
wasn’t exactly sure why or how it happened.
Actually
she did know the how, the dynamics and function of sex wasn’t exactly rocket
science – she had done it before –
but the ‘why’ was a little foggy. Elise was sure she could plea temporary
insanity.
Then
again, her partner was insane enough for the both of them.
All
she knew was that her knees and shins had become numb from the wet, icy snow
beneath them, but somehow she couldn’t find it in herself to care. The hot,
sweaty body below, in between and inside of her was enough to keep the
important parts of her warm and her mind off of the cold, biting wind washing
over them.
“Fuck!
Elise!” Psymon snarled, throwing his head back into the snow, leaving an
imprint. His strong fingers dug into her firm, white thighs as she steadily
moved above him, his thick cock thrusting deep inside of her.
Elise
couldn’t help but smirk – there was no doubt she was a hot babe. Though her
smugness only lasted until he lifted his hips, so they met in the middle at
same time causing shudders of pleasure to wash over both of them.
They
moaned in simultaneously while his warm hands stroked up her sides, one settled
to cup one of her exposed breasts and the other slipping between their hips.
She arched her back, gasping as he pinched one of her hard nipples as sweat
trickled between them.
“Psymon!
You ass!” Elise gasped as he ran a fingernail against the little nub hidden
between her warm folds. She threw her head back causing her blond ponytail to
flap against her shoulder as he used his fingers to stroke her intimately.
He
chuckled, causing the black wife-beater clad chest beneath her hands to
vibrate. She growled as she leaned down to bite the thick cords of his bared
neck. His chuckle quickly morphed into a gruff moan and his hand dropped to her
thigh again, his cock slamming into her again.
Elise
ran her nails down the link chain tattoos that ran down his arms when one of
his hands found her chin and manovered her so their lips could meet. The warm,
spicy scent of Psymon mixed with the smell of cool snow of Peak 3 and suddenly
Elise knew why she ended up like this.
She
had been gloading him since he arrived on Peak 3 – smart remarks, saucy smirks
and various cat-calls – but when it was them one on one in the outback,
suddenly it was different.
This
time when he caught the wrong side on the large boulders, his harsh agonized
holler echoing off the tall trees, she found herself looking back. Usually
there was some humorous comment as he got up – it was that way on the tracks –
but this time there was silence.
Frowning,
Elise stopped and turned to see Psymon laying flat on his face and not moving –
he was breathing, or at least it appeared that way.
Elise
knew she was the best of Peak 3, but she liked a challenge and Psymon Stark was
that and more – and she wanted to win fair and square.
“Hey!
Psycho! Are ya alright?” She yelled her hands on her hips as she saucily
flicked her ponytail. Elise couldn’t help, but scowl when she received a pained
groan in reply.
With
a heavy sigh, Elise unclipped her boots from her board. Elise then grabbed her
board and started trudging through the thick snow towards Psymon.
“What
the fuck, Stark?” She snorted as she came within a few feet of him. She could
see that his board was unattached and had slide off quit a ways from him,
meaning he had failed to safely land one of his Uber tricks – most likely a
Super Uber.
He
just growled as he rolled over onto his back.
Elise
sighed as she pushed one end of her snowboard into the snow before she went
over to the limp form and poked him with her boot.
“Tears,
blood and pain! Oh my!” Psymon smirked as he cracked open one of his eyes.
Elise scowled at him, once again placing her hands on her hips.
“Are
you even fucking hurt, you psycho?” Elise snarled, feeling like she been had.
Psymon was known to use odd and unusual tactics to win – especially the whole
‘I’m psycho, insane and like pain’ persona which the jury was still out whether
it was his true personality or not. It was kind of hard to believe that Psymon
was actually psychotic and still out in public – let alone snowboarding. Elise
and a few of the other veteran riders were more tempted to believe it was a
scare tactic and just exaggerated persona he had created for the slopes.
Exggarvacted,
or not, everyone was still positive he was a little nuts.
Psymon didn’t
reply, but he did try to get up – try was the operative word.
It
seemed that Psymon was actually hurt as he stumbled when he attempted to right
himself. He fell on his ass with a pained chuckled and Elise gasped when she
saw red start to stain the white snow beneath his thigh.
“Dumbass.”
Elise muttered as she crotched beside him to have a closer look at the gash on
his thigh. She removed her gloves, tossing them to rest with her board as she
reached out to touch the wound. However, her fingers quickly retreated as she
pulled away when he hissed at her contact, flinching.
“Fuck!”
He snarled, slapping at her already retreating hands as he reached to look at
it himself.
“I
barely even touched it, you baby! Now stop moving so I can get a good look.”
Elise glared as she again reached out to peel the slashed black pants to see a
long, deep cut surrounded by already purpling skin. Apparently he had landed on
his hip instead of his board.
“So,
how does it look? Pretty?” Psymon asked with a stupid grin as she moved away to
sit beside him in the snow.
“Pretty
bad since we are barely halfway down
the mountain and it’s gonna take at least an hour or so for the transport to
get here when we send a message.” Elise sighed as Psymon leaned back to lie in
the snow, echoing her sigh.
“Well,
at least it’ll leave another sexy scar for the ladies.” Psymon smirked and
Elise just rolled her eyes as she moved to remove his boot. “Hey!”
“Oh,
shut up! We got to wrap it up before you bleed to death. That, however may not
bother you, you masochistic bastard, but I rather not experience the event.”
Elise snarked as she finished removing his boot.
“That
doesn’t explain why you are removing the boot.” Psymon muttered as Elise made a
show of pinching her nose as she removed his fairly dry, thick wool sock.
“They’re clean, you freak.” Psymon sighed, his voice and gaze normal, if not
pained as Elise shoved his boot back on his bare foot.
“If
anyone is the freak, it’s you. And for your information, your sock is the one
piece of clothing you can afford to lose in this cold – not that are wearing a
whole lot to begin with.” Elise said, arching an eyebrow at black wife-beater
shirt and gloveless hands. He just wiggled the fingers in her face with a sly
smirk which Elise was quick to slap away. “And it’s thick enough to actually
absorb the blood, unlike your shirt and pants.” Elise explained as she tied his
boot back up. She frowned at his leg, obviously thinking.
“What?”
Psymon asked his voice back to obnoxious Psymon they all knew as he folded his
arms as she turned her head so she frowned at him.
“Just
thinking.” Elise murmured as she moved to sit closer to his thigh. He hissed in
pain as she used some snow to clean the wound.
“Scary
thought.” Psymon said his voice gruff.
“It
is a persona, isn’t it?” Elise asked capturing his gaze as his face slowly fell
into a scary scowl.
“What?”
“Hey,
don’t get me wrong, you‘re crazy. But, I don’t think you’re totally psycho.
It’s just a ploy to freak us out on the slope so we avoid you and stay out of
your way.” Elise said her eyes slightly narrowed as she seemed to consider the
man before her. Psymon had nothing to say to that and simply remained silent.
After a few
moments, Elise sighed once again, shaking her head as she reached to tap his
belt.
“Take off your
pants.” She commanded and Psymon’s eyebrow shot up to his hairline. “Not for
that, Stark. Sock will work better if we wrap it right around the wound without
pants in the way.”
“Just watch the
jewels, princess.” Psymon grumbled with a scary scowl that usually spoke of
restrained violence, but Elise wasn’t the least bit impressed. She just rolled
her eyes as he finally moved to unbuckle his belt. Elise was surprised to feel
her stomach start to flutter when Psymon leaned back, easy down his pants to
reveal black Y-fronts and thick, strong thighs.
“Shut up.” Elise
muttered more out of reflex as she bit her lip when he let out a hiss of pain
once again.
There was
silence as she washed the wound once again with snow and moved to wrap the
thick, long sock around the chiselled tattooed thigh. As she was wrapping it
around the wound, trying to cover the wound as much as possible when she accidentally
brushed the back of her hand against his genitals and was surprised to hear a
hiss.
She looked up to
see that his eyes were clenched shut, in apparent pain, but when she looked
down back at his crotch she realized it wasn’t all from the pain from his
thigh.
Elise wasn’t
sure how she missed it when she was tying the sock, but Psymon had become
aroused under her care and Elise was well aware she was one hot vixen, she
never considered that Psymon might agree.
“I . . . uh . .
. I’m done.” Elise whispered as she turned away, unsure of what to say, not
wanting to embarrass him or her. Especially since she was really unsure of the
attraction she was suddenly experiencing.
Maybe because
this was the first time she seen Psymon as a man, let alone as a human being.
Well, there was
no denying that Elise had found Psymon hot with his buff, chiselled body that
he had apparently no qualms showing off when they first met. The tattoos, piercings,
crazy hair and gothic, bondage type of clothes seemed to add to attractive body
– probably the whole bad boy image she found herself often falling for. She was
even more interested when she found out he was a fellow Canadian.
But he seemed to
be into Zoe Payne and then the whole psychotic, restrained violence attitude .
. . the attraction never left startling, let alone any idea of anything
further.
No words were
spoken, but the next thing she knew, rough chapped dry lips were against her
own, demanding a response and entry, of which Elise found herself unable to
deny. She could feel his scruffy beard tickling her cheek, his lip piercing
cold against her lips and suddenly the attraction and desire she had first felt
for him came rushing back.
Elise gasped,
unsure of how to react, but her body was reacting as she grabbed his shoulders
as her eyes closed in pleasure and decided to stop thinking and just feel.
Psymon tongue quickly slipped between her lips as he titled his head to thrust
his tongue deeper while his hands found her waist, pulling her closer.
It wasn’t long
until she found herself throwing caution to the wind and letting him unzip her
white jacket to reveal her red maple leaf sport’s bra.
“Oh Canada.”
Psymon smirked as he rolled Elise so she was below him and nuzzled her perk
breasts with his face before showering them with heavy kisses, his facial hair
tickling her bare skin. Elise gasped with pleasure when he gently nibbled the
hard nipple through the fabric of her bra.
Psymon settled
his pelvis against the vee of Elise’s crotch, rubbing his growing erection
against her. Elise found her jacket was removed so it lay beneath her,
protecting her back from the cold snow, and her sport’s bra was around her neck
like a thick cord. His piercing was cool against his belly as he moved down to
thrust his tongue in and out of her belly button as his fingers rubbed heavily
against her still clothed crotch.
“Just take them
off, Stark.” Elise gasped as she looked down at Psymon, who just smiled a lazy
grin as he started to fiddle with the button of her black jeans. He fumbled
even worse when Elise moved her thigh to rub against his throbbing erection
still confined in his underwear while his pants rested just above his knees.
With a growl,
his leaned away and quickly shucked her of her jeans, making quick work of her
boots and tossing the articles aside – all to reveal a red thong beneath. He
gave her a saucy grin as his fingers stroked along the seams of the red fabric.
Elise was barely aware of his grin as she gasped at the cold snow now suddenly
under her backside, moving quickly to get up.
“Fuck! That’s
cold!”
“Wimp.” Psymon
muttered almost affectionately as he slipped her thong off, watching as she
lifted one and then two socked feet so the thong could be removed. Psymon
leered up at Elise, who remained on his knees before her as he spun her thong
on one finger.
“Shut up. Not
everyone gets off on pain or any discomfort like some people.” Elise proclaimed
putting a hand on her hip, seemingly ignorant of her nudity as she stood in the
cold snow of Peak 3.
Psymon just
smirked in reply as he lay down in the snow, ignoring the cold, all the while pulling
Elise to straddle his chest. He stroked her bare, perky breasts before pinching
Elise’s bare bottom which caused her to jump with a noise of protest. Elise had
barely time to notice that the vee of her thighs was pretty much in his face until
his tongue suddenly swiped at the few wiry blond curls there.
“So you are a
natural blonde.” Psymon grinned as he pushed her hips closer to his face. Elise
went to retort, but it quickly became a wheeze as Psymon mouth was suddenly
attached to her, sucking and licking her clitoris. Elise’s hips bucked gently
as pleasure started to wash over her.
“Psymon!” Elise
couldn’t help, but breathe as two of his gloveless fingers breeched her. She
could feel the cold vapour that clung to his fingers and his trimmed nails
scrap lightly against her flesh as he curled his fingers within her. She
started to pant as she reached her hands to her chest, one hand covering one
his hands on her breasts, massaging as her hips started to thrust with the
movement of his warm tongue that continue to lap at her.
It didn’t take long before her climax washed
over her, causing her to give a wordless call.
Apparently,
Psymon had many talents and even some hidden.
While she was
panting and clenching with her climax, Psymon moved her down with one hand
while the other pushed aside the fabric of his Y-fronts, revealing his thick
erection.
Psymon waited
‘til Elise was once aware and had pretty much caught her breath before he
gently pushed his erection against her folds, but not entering.
“Protection?”
Psymon muttered, the muscle of his jaw working as he maintained control of his
hips while his hands held Elise’s waist, his fingers almost bruising the soft
flesh there.
In reply, Elise
grabbed his cock and with one movement of her hips, he was quickly thrust
inside and encased in her tight, wet passage.
“The
beauty of the pill.” Elise puffed as she arched her back and he moved above
him. Psymon simply groaned and all his muscles strained in reply while his
hands clenched at her hips as he pushed himself deeper into her.
It
wasn’t long before they were lost in the simply basic instinct of physical
union.
When
Psymon’s fingers rubbed against her clitoris and he kept thrusting heavily into
her as she slammed her hips down, she felt he second climax quickly wash over
her. She was barely aware of the heavy, loud moan of Psymon below her as he
quickly removed his cock from her, stroking himself to completion outside of
her.
Elise
just smiled as his hot ejaculate splattered her thigh.
Just
in case, apparently. Not that it made much of a difference sometimes, but Elise
appreciated the thought.
It
took a few minutes for the two of them to catch their breath and to become
fully aware of the cold, wet snow that lay underneath them and even started to
soak the their clothes – or at least the clothes that remained on them.
Elise
grunted softy when she stood up, after whipping his release away with some
snow. She silently started searching for her clothes as she straightened and
replaced her bra back across her chest.
She
wasn’t sure what to say now that they were sobering up after a mind-blowing
orgasm – two for her actually – and apparently neither did Psymon.
Elise
knew she could blow it all off as casual sex because it had been awhile since
she had sex. Between her daily training schedule, near constant races,
freestyles and challenges on the circuit, Elise barely had time to think about
a relationship, let alone have one.
Besides,
it wasn’t like sex required a relationship, let alone an explanation – they
were adults.
When
Elise turned to see Psymon struggling to stand up and pull up his pants after
straightening her pants, Elise felt the walls she was building, collapse a
little as she smiled tentatively and reached out to help.
After
buckling his belt, Elise looked up at him her mouth opening as she tried to
find the words to express her enjoyment of the sex, but at the same time, let
him know that it didn’t mean anything.
“Us
Canadians have to stick together.” Psymon said, interrupting the silence before
he painfully bent down to gather her white coat. He shook out most of the snow
as he handed it to her.
Psymon
was much more then any of them had realized.
Not
to mention, had more class then she had ever realized.
“The
sky patrol said they should be here in about 15 minutes. Some riders are
getting dropped off for a freeride.” Psymon murmured in the silence since he
obviously sent the message while she was lost in thought and putting on her
coat.
“That’s
good. That way they can take you straight to the doctor to get stitched.” Elise
said, gesturing to the sock wrapped wound. “How is it, anyway?” Elise asked,
suddenly feeling ashamed because they just had sex – that doesn’t help an open,
untreated wound. She could see it was stained with blood, but it was dry, but
the bruising was even darker, almost black.
“How’s
what?” Psymon asked with a maniacal grin, obviously going back into character.
“Don’t
even! You’ve never scared me and you never will.” Elise snorted crossing her
arms.
“Heh.”
Was all he said in reply.
With
a shake of her head, Elise quickly went to gather their boards, knowing that by
the time she was done, the transport will be within minutes of arriving. Mostly
because Psymon’s board had drifted a good ways away, but she could still see
the bright colour of it against the pale snow.
Elise
was right – she could hear the blades of the chopper in the near distance and
slide Psymon board to him as she quickly clipped her board back to her feet.
Elise looked up to see Psymon watching her.
“I
want a rematch.” Elise proclaimed with a leer as she tossed a piece of fabric
at him, her words heavy with double meaning.
Psymon caught
the swatch of fabric on his chest and he looked down to see the red thong she
had apparently purposely forgotten to put back on.
Psymon
just leered back, understanding the unspoken words, as Elise gave a saucy wink
and quickly slide down the mountain. It wasn’t ‘til she was out of sight that
Psymon fingered the small piece of fabric, a large grin stretching across his
intense face before stowing it away the thong in his pocket.
He then turned to
see the transport hovering nearby, shading his eyes from the bright sun as he
waved a arm, to show them where he was – mind you, he wasn’t hard to miss being
a splotch of black in the white snow.
There
was no doubt in either Elise or Psymon’s mind that the rematch was going to be
interesting, to say the least. There was also no doubt that they were both
looking forward to it.
However,
neither were sure which rematch they were anticipating more.
~*Fin*~
A/N: So that’s it. Please review, but be nice.
If this story is well liked (which I highly
doubt being that I don’t think SSX3 fanfiction is in high demand) I have an
idea for a sequel. Though I might write it anyway . . .
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