Fic - Suvivalists
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cornerofmadnessSuvivalist
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - Adult, NC-17 NOT worksafe
Pairing - Olivia/Miles
Timeline/Spoilers - no real spoils unless you don’t know the Briggs crew. Manga based
Summary - they live by the survival of the fittest ideology
Author's Note - written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_ihop's anonymous kink meme. The requester wanted Olivia/Miles and 'survival of the fittest'
***
His fingers ached as he swung to the next ledge. Miles knew he was in trouble when he accepted Olivia’s challenge to see who could get to the top of Mt. Oliver – no connection – first. He could hardly tell her no. She needed to know that she could depend on her most trusted subordinates. If he couldn’t compete on a simple rock climb then what good would he be to her?
It was late spring and the weather as pretty as it ever got in Briggs. There was nothing even particularly hazardous about today’s climb other than the sheer rock face itself. He lagged behind only because he wasn’t as good as her. In a land where survival of the fittest was the rule, Olivia set the bar. Watching the muscles of her legs as she climbed was enticing, distracting. It slowed him down. Both of them work khaki shorts, t-shirts and heavy boots in deference of the weather and the fact no one wanted to advertise two soldiers were scaling the mountain by showing deep blue against brown stone. He’d never tell her, on fear of death, just how sexy he found her in shorts.
Not unexpectedly, she crested the top of the mountain first. Olivia gave him a hand up then let him catch his breath as she stood there, face tilted up to the sun, her gold hair shimmering. For a moment, she looked like a woman first instead of the soldier that she was.
“That was exhilarating,” she said, her fists punching skywards.
“It was,” he agreed, looking over the precipice. It was always astonishing to realize how far they had climbed.
When Miles turned back, Olivia had pulled a tatty blanket out of her back pack, spreading it on the ground under the shade of some pine trees. “Join me for lunch.”
He gratefully sagged down onto the blanket and opened his own pack. Lunch would be granola and sandwiches of cheese and trail bologna and an apple for dessert. It was all consumed very quietly. Olivia wasn’t one for small talk but Miles didn’t care. She accepted him for who and what he was. So many wanted nothing to do with him because he was quarter Ishbalan and looked all desert dweller. He only had a passing acquaintance with his grandfather’s religion but his red eyes made sure everyone kept their distance. He grew up telling himself it didn’t matter but it did, but not to Olivia. To her, he was a good soldier and she actually trusted him.
“The peaks are always so...sensual.”
Miles nodded, eyeing the particular ones attached to his superior officer.
“Climbing mountains always put me in mind of climbing other things.” There was no mistaking the gravely timbre to Olivia’s voice nor the hungry look in her eyes.
Miles didn’t have time to speak before she had him pinned to the soft, torn blanket, her mouth ravaging his. There was no denying Olivia. Miles knew this as intimately as he knew her body. No one knew about them or if they did, they were smart enough not to say anything. She caught his equipment through his trousers with fierce possessiveness that sometimes frightened him but apparently those parts enjoyed the rough handling judging on how hard he was getting.
“Um, Olivia,” he said, wrestling his lips away from hers for a moment. He quailed for a moment when she gave him her patented ‘who told you, you could talk look?’ “I um…forgot to pack a condom.”
Her fingers fisted in his hair. “Then we’ll have to be a bit more creative.”
He couldn’t have hoped for a better answer. Miles expected her to swing off him and just climb back down the mountain while he was left top side working off a hard on. Olivia ground down hard on him and Miles moaned under her lips. He hoped it was her name. The first time they were together he attempted to call her ‘Livvie’; he nearly lost a nipple and a nut. That was his one and only attempt at pet names.
Olivia did swing off him and all but tore her way into his shorts. He yelped as her cool, rough hand stroked him a little too hard. She just smirked then sat back stripping off her shirt. His mouth went dry seeing those wonderful breasts perk up at the cool breeze that caressed them. Rolling to his feet, Miles divested himself of every stitch of clothing. Nothing was more unsexy than a guy wearing nothing but his white socks.
Still wearing her shorts, Olivia knelt on the blanket, dragging him to her roughly. Her mouth enveloped his cock with the usual rugged determination she showed for everything. Occasionally, her going down on him frightened him just a tiny bit as if she might change her mind about wanting to screw him and just bite him. He stroked her hair and shoulders as her tongue and lips worked his flesh. Miles doubted anyone even imagined the Wall of Briggs would do things like this and better that they thought that. No one could know about this but Miles couldn’t help wondering what that stuck up family of hers would think seeing her like this, servicing a desert dog. It was an uncharitable thought, he knew, but it made him all the harder.
Miles bent over her as Olivia sucked one of his balls into her mouth, her hand stroking him fast. He gently eased her away even though he wanted to fuck her mouth hard. He took down her shorts and panties, okay military boxers but damp ones at that. He feathered a touch over her moist folds then smirked. “Want to be adventuresome?”
She grinned wickedly. “Always.”
Edging closer to the tree, Miles lifted her up and she twisted in his hands, ended up head down. Her mouth sealed back over his quivering cock as she rested her knees on his shoulders. Leaning on the tree for balance, Miles nuzzled his way to her core. His tongue flickered over her folds and circled her clit before pressing into her, about the only thing he could do in this position. She smelled vaguely of warm bread and that was about the last conscious thought Miles was aware of.
Her body shuddered against him, Olivia groaning around his cock as she came. He barely had time to lick salty juices from his lips before his own orgasm almost sent them both careening to the ground. When he could think again, he lowered Olivia gently to the ground.
She slapped his trembling arm lightly. “You okay?”
“I think I have bark in my ass but otherwise I’m good,” he mumbled.
“Rest up. We have a long climb back down,” she said and he groaned.
As much as he wanted to just collapse on the blanket and snooze, with his luck a bear would stroll into the camp while he was naked. Yanking on his clothes, Miles stretched out next to his commander and blissfully drowsed in the sun, content that he knew a side of Olivia people couldn’t even guess at, as long as he didn't call her ‘Livvie’, even in private.
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer - all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - Adult, NC-17 NOT worksafe
Pairing - Olivia/Miles
Timeline/Spoilers - no real spoils unless you don’t know the Briggs crew. Manga based
Summary - they live by the survival of the fittest ideology
Author's Note - written for the
fma_ihop's anonymous kink meme. The requester wanted Olivia/Miles and 'survival of the fittest'***
His fingers ached as he swung to the next ledge. Miles knew he was in trouble when he accepted Olivia’s challenge to see who could get to the top of Mt. Oliver – no connection – first. He could hardly tell her no. She needed to know that she could depend on her most trusted subordinates. If he couldn’t compete on a simple rock climb then what good would he be to her?
It was late spring and the weather as pretty as it ever got in Briggs. There was nothing even particularly hazardous about today’s climb other than the sheer rock face itself. He lagged behind only because he wasn’t as good as her. In a land where survival of the fittest was the rule, Olivia set the bar. Watching the muscles of her legs as she climbed was enticing, distracting. It slowed him down. Both of them work khaki shorts, t-shirts and heavy boots in deference of the weather and the fact no one wanted to advertise two soldiers were scaling the mountain by showing deep blue against brown stone. He’d never tell her, on fear of death, just how sexy he found her in shorts.
Not unexpectedly, she crested the top of the mountain first. Olivia gave him a hand up then let him catch his breath as she stood there, face tilted up to the sun, her gold hair shimmering. For a moment, she looked like a woman first instead of the soldier that she was.
“That was exhilarating,” she said, her fists punching skywards.
“It was,” he agreed, looking over the precipice. It was always astonishing to realize how far they had climbed.
When Miles turned back, Olivia had pulled a tatty blanket out of her back pack, spreading it on the ground under the shade of some pine trees. “Join me for lunch.”
He gratefully sagged down onto the blanket and opened his own pack. Lunch would be granola and sandwiches of cheese and trail bologna and an apple for dessert. It was all consumed very quietly. Olivia wasn’t one for small talk but Miles didn’t care. She accepted him for who and what he was. So many wanted nothing to do with him because he was quarter Ishbalan and looked all desert dweller. He only had a passing acquaintance with his grandfather’s religion but his red eyes made sure everyone kept their distance. He grew up telling himself it didn’t matter but it did, but not to Olivia. To her, he was a good soldier and she actually trusted him.
“The peaks are always so...sensual.”
Miles nodded, eyeing the particular ones attached to his superior officer.
“Climbing mountains always put me in mind of climbing other things.” There was no mistaking the gravely timbre to Olivia’s voice nor the hungry look in her eyes.
Miles didn’t have time to speak before she had him pinned to the soft, torn blanket, her mouth ravaging his. There was no denying Olivia. Miles knew this as intimately as he knew her body. No one knew about them or if they did, they were smart enough not to say anything. She caught his equipment through his trousers with fierce possessiveness that sometimes frightened him but apparently those parts enjoyed the rough handling judging on how hard he was getting.
“Um, Olivia,” he said, wrestling his lips away from hers for a moment. He quailed for a moment when she gave him her patented ‘who told you, you could talk look?’ “I um…forgot to pack a condom.”
Her fingers fisted in his hair. “Then we’ll have to be a bit more creative.”
He couldn’t have hoped for a better answer. Miles expected her to swing off him and just climb back down the mountain while he was left top side working off a hard on. Olivia ground down hard on him and Miles moaned under her lips. He hoped it was her name. The first time they were together he attempted to call her ‘Livvie’; he nearly lost a nipple and a nut. That was his one and only attempt at pet names.
Olivia did swing off him and all but tore her way into his shorts. He yelped as her cool, rough hand stroked him a little too hard. She just smirked then sat back stripping off her shirt. His mouth went dry seeing those wonderful breasts perk up at the cool breeze that caressed them. Rolling to his feet, Miles divested himself of every stitch of clothing. Nothing was more unsexy than a guy wearing nothing but his white socks.
Still wearing her shorts, Olivia knelt on the blanket, dragging him to her roughly. Her mouth enveloped his cock with the usual rugged determination she showed for everything. Occasionally, her going down on him frightened him just a tiny bit as if she might change her mind about wanting to screw him and just bite him. He stroked her hair and shoulders as her tongue and lips worked his flesh. Miles doubted anyone even imagined the Wall of Briggs would do things like this and better that they thought that. No one could know about this but Miles couldn’t help wondering what that stuck up family of hers would think seeing her like this, servicing a desert dog. It was an uncharitable thought, he knew, but it made him all the harder.
Miles bent over her as Olivia sucked one of his balls into her mouth, her hand stroking him fast. He gently eased her away even though he wanted to fuck her mouth hard. He took down her shorts and panties, okay military boxers but damp ones at that. He feathered a touch over her moist folds then smirked. “Want to be adventuresome?”
She grinned wickedly. “Always.”
Edging closer to the tree, Miles lifted her up and she twisted in his hands, ended up head down. Her mouth sealed back over his quivering cock as she rested her knees on his shoulders. Leaning on the tree for balance, Miles nuzzled his way to her core. His tongue flickered over her folds and circled her clit before pressing into her, about the only thing he could do in this position. She smelled vaguely of warm bread and that was about the last conscious thought Miles was aware of.
Her body shuddered against him, Olivia groaning around his cock as she came. He barely had time to lick salty juices from his lips before his own orgasm almost sent them both careening to the ground. When he could think again, he lowered Olivia gently to the ground.
She slapped his trembling arm lightly. “You okay?”
“I think I have bark in my ass but otherwise I’m good,” he mumbled.
“Rest up. We have a long climb back down,” she said and he groaned.
As much as he wanted to just collapse on the blanket and snooze, with his luck a bear would stroll into the camp while he was naked. Yanking on his clothes, Miles stretched out next to his commander and blissfully drowsed in the sun, content that he knew a side of Olivia people couldn’t even guess at, as long as he didn't call her ‘Livvie’, even in private.
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