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Sam x Musa (x Riven) + saying the wrong name
Date: February 15th, 2023 10:55 pm (UTC)(basically a rewrite of 1x05)(bonus if it somehow turns into a threesome or an angsty breakup)
Re: Sam x Musa (x Riven) + saying the wrong name
Date: February 26th, 2023 07:52 pm (UTC)Freudian Slip
She’s bored, just like most days she’s been accompanying the Headmistress on rounds while everyone else gets to learn how to train. Musa doesn’t know how Aisha can stand it, following the staff around and taking notes instead of actively using her powers. Not that Musa wants to use her own powers so much as she just wants to learn how to fight. It’s awful, having everyone look at her like she’s weak and worthless, but it’s worse to feel weak. And that’s exactly how she feels most days, drifting around the edges of the specialist’s grounds as she tries to get into their heads, wishing that the compacted dirt beneath her feet would swallow her up or that Ms. Dowling would suddenly agree that mind fairies should be more than just a barely-useful support system.
So it’s no wonder that she’s not in the best mood when she picks up a staff off a storage rack and hefts the weight of it into her hands, carefully testing the balance of it. The other students are supposed to be strength training and Ms. Dowling and Professor Harvey are discussing who knows what while Aisha runs off back to the office to fetch some notes, so no one is paying any attention to her. It’s close to dismissal time anyway, so it’s probably not a big deal if she wanders around. She likes watching the specialists fight at any time, but she especially likes the movements of the large staffs, the way the sheer size of them can keep an attacker at bay and physically distant. The knives are interesting too, but they’re so close quarters - Musa thinks she might like to start out with something more formidable, and the staff seems like a good choice.
And now that she has a hold of one, she likes it even better.
To her chagrin, Riven sees what she’s doing while he’s working with the ropes, and he turns to watch her. His stare is heavy, assessing, and Musa tries to decipher how it makes her feel without much luck.
“You like holding that big stick?”
Musa rolls her eyes and decides not to ignore him and his idiotic insinuation. Twirling the staff in her hands, she gets in his face with it but Riven only nudges it away with a finger, grinning slyly the whole time.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I think I just threw up,” she retorts, but she takes a step closer and is gratified when he takes a few towards her.
“I saw you on the support rounds with Ms. Dowling at training. I wouldn’t expect a mind fairy to have such good moves.”
His eyes rove over her rather boldly and she cringes a little, feeling exposed and defensive under his gaze so what she says comes out sounding condescending. “I used to be a dancer. Kinda miss being physical.”
Riven’s eyes flick up to her own, the air between them suddenly thick with complexity. “Yeah, well too bad.” He leans in and down and gets into her personal space, but it doesn’t seem like he wants to intimidate her, even with his reputation as a trouble maker. “You’re a fairy. They don’t care what you wanna be in this place, only what they want you to be.”
She doesn’t know how to respond to his unsolicited advice, and although he sounds sincere and he’s watching her intently with eyes that are unexpectedly pretty, what he says makes her feel vulnerable, like she’s never going to get what she wants because she’s just a weak little mind fairy. So she isn’t exactly thinking things through when she opens herself up to read him. She can sense his panic as her eyes turn violet, and she tilts her head, more serious than she intends when she finds something unexpected.
“You really hate being here, don’t you?”
His face is blank for just a second before he scowls at her, and regret sours her stomach.
“Stay the fuck out of my head!” He backs up, shaking his head, not taking his eyes off hers. “Mind fairies…” he mutters, and he finally turns away. “Walking red flags. Good luck with that one, mate.” He walks by Sam, who’s coming towards her from the opposite direction, and Riven sort of slaps him on the shoulder as they pass, as if Sam were heading towards his doom.
Musa watches him go, a little unsettled by the whole interaction. She wants to think about it more, understand exactly what she felt from Riven and why he gave her that depressing advice, but Sam interrupts her thoughts.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing,” she tells him, not wanting to explain anything when she doesn’t even fully grasp it herself. She hurries to change the subject. “Do you want to head back to the suite?”
They get back to the room and as she expects, no one else is there. She jerks Sam to her, kissing him more fiercely than ever before, a sudden desire coming over her. Sam returns the kiss for a few moments before he leans his head back, tells her that this is hot, that she’s hot, but she’s really not in the mood to talk and he’s pulling her out of the moment.
“Hotter without commentary,” she informs him, pressing her mouth to his again. She closes her eyes and unbidden, Musa remembers Riven’s green eyes locked with hers, the way he first flirted with her before their conversation turned serious. And she remembers his hands, the way they’d grasped the heavy ropes on the training field. Musa presses herself closer to Sam, sucking onto his bottom lip less gently than before.
Sam separates from her, looking at her with ill-concealed concern. “I don’t know if I wanna say ‘aggressive’, but…” he trails off and Musa yanks him into another kiss because she is feeling aggressive.
Again Sam stops her. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be this guy but just because I’m not an empath doesn’t mean I don’t have empathy. What’s going on?”
She wants to groan in frustration, but she forces it down, offering him a partial truth. “I’m just annoyed about training. Sitting on the sidelines, not being able to do anything.”
“Mind fairies are some of the most powerful-”
“Bullshit,” she interrupts him. “We’re powerless when things actually go wrong!”
“This is about way more than training. Did something happen?”
She doesn’t want to bring up Riven and how their interaction left her agitated. “No. Yeah. But it was a long time ago. Family stuff. The training is…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, just shakes her head and makes a face. “I’m frustrated. And if I were you, I’d take advantage of that.”
They start to kiss again, both of them reaching for each other, and Musa tries to stifle her feelings about training and how Sam doesn’t ever seem to support her when she expresses a desire to learn to protect herself. She shoves down her emotions about her mom and being weak and out of control, and how that so fucking obviously ties in to the helplessness she experiences when all they want her to do is stand back and feel, whether the other students want her to read them or not. It’s not easy to make everything fade away, and she liked it better when she was thinking about Riven - of all people! - so she lets her mind drift back to him, emptying her head of stressful thoughts and instead picturing him in the leather jacket he sometimes likes to wear.
It looks good on him, though it’s a pity he knows it, and Musa slips her fingers underneath Sam’s shirt, imagining she’s doing this to Riven instead. She’s seen him with his shirt off before - everyone at Alfea has, because he’s a vain little peacock who prefers to play on whatever ball team ends up as Skins. So she knows he has a well-muscled abdomen and she wouldn’t hate exploring it. Sam moans as she deepens the kiss and runs her hands along his chest, and she maneuvers them into her bedroom, making sure he’s the one to fall back onto the bed so she can end up on top. Riven likes Beatrix, which probably means he’s into someone pushing him around. The thought turns her on, making her wonder how Riven would react if she took control; if he would follow her instructions as she told him how to fuck her, if she told him exactly how she wanted him to make her come.
He would listen, she decides, a willing plaything for her to take all her frustrations out on. But she’d make sure he enjoyed every second of it, rewarding him when he was obedient; letting him lick her pussy until they were both so filled with lust it bordered on painful. Musa reaches down and loosens the button on Sam’s pants, unzipping him just enough so she can slip her hand in and stroke him through his underwear. He gasps her name, but Musa hears it in Riven’s voice, the softer version he used with her before she used her magic to read him.
Terra has warned her about Riven - that he’s crass and a bully; a playboy who only wants a fling. And Musa can see that for herself, she really can. The way he prowls around the halls with Beatrix, flaunting his strange little threesome with her and Dane. There’s no doubt he’s a dick, best friends with Sky or not. But there’s more to him than just that, and Musa doesn’t need to be a mind fairy to see it. He takes his specialist duties seriously, and when he fights it’s always to win. She’s spotted how the cafeteria ladies spoil him, giving him extra helpings when they think no one is paying attention. So yeah, she’s noticed him. Hard not to, when he looks like that. But now they’ve spoken, as brief as it was, and for some reason she can’t seem to stop thinking about him and the convoluted emotions he exudes. The convoluted emotions he stirs up in her.
Musa lifts her fingers to the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head in frustration. She grinds her hips down onto Sam’s pelvis, the hard line of his cock rubbing against the seam of her pants as she does it over and over. He grunts, mumbles her name again along with something else she doesn’t focus on, and it’s good but not enough so she keeps her eyes shut and reaches for his arms, blindly grabbing at his hands so she can bring them up to cup her breasts through her bra. Riven has large hands, clever ones that grasp the hilts of his knives and swords with expertise and strength and she wants him to handle her like that too. Wants to feel him naked and sweaty underneath her so she can ride him into the mattress and eliminate every last bit of helplessness lingering inside her because if she can control something wild like him then there’s nothing she can’t conquer.
The revelation hits her with the force of a tidal wave, washing over her and stealing her breath even as she keeps pressing herself against Sam’s dick and the truth of it is enough to get her off. She comes with Riven’s name on her tongue and his face in her mind but it’s Sam’s hands on her breasts, Sam’s body stiffening under hers because there’s no way he didn’t hear that.
Musa pulls herself together enough to shakily slide off him and onto the side of the bed, her fingers reaching behind her for her sweater. She gets it back over her head as Sam sits up.
“Sam, I’m-”
Whatever she was going to say gets lost at the sudden crash of a plant, falling from the windowsill and breaking into pieces on the floor. Sam’s eyes widen, and he hurriedly jams his feet into his sneakers, looking spooked.
“I’ll see you later, alright?” He can’t seem to get out of the room soon enough, and Musa is more than willing to let him go. What’s she going to do, beg him to stay? Explain that he was a convenient stand-in for the person she really wanted to be touching?
“Yeah,” Musa murmurs. “I want to catch up with Terra and Aisha.”
Sam grabs his bag and vanishes through the wall, and Musa sighs and tilts her head towards the ceiling. She didn’t handle that well. The only conversation between them now is a break-up and finding the words for a genuine apology that gives Sam back some of his dignity. It’s not his fault that she was thinking of someone else, wanting someone else. Maybe even needing someone else, if she let herself really think about it. But that discussion and her own self-introspection is going to have to wait for another time, because now she has a pressing matter of a different sort to deal with.
“Go ahead and come out, Stella. I know you’re here.”
The light fairy coalesces out of thin air, a slight frown on her face as she surveys the dirt on the floor. Or maybe she’s frowning over the mess Musa just made.
“Well. You fucked him over, but I can’t say that I’m surprised. I’ve seen how you look at Riven. I just didn’t think you knew you were doing it.”
“I didn’t know,” Musa admits. “But consider me fully aware now.”
Stella grins at her and daintily steps over the dirt to sit next to her on the bed. “You’ve chosen a rocky path, but lucky for you I’m going to help you out. Riven won’t know what hit him.”
Musa drops her head into her hands. Stella ‘helping’ will probably make everything worse. “Stel, I think we should focus on why you’re hiding out here and not in Solaria's castle with your mother.”
“Nonsense,” Stella waves her hand dismissively. “I just did you a favor, knocking over that plant. Otherwise you would have had to have a painful conversation with your roommate’s brother because you shouted another man’s name when you came. You should be glad no one else was here, or everyone would have heard you! I have no idea why you want Riven, but I’m in need of a distraction. Consider me at your service.”
Stella’s promise makes her feel as if she’s jumped from the frying pan directly to the fire, but she recalls the way Riven had leaned towards her, invading her space like what was hers was his. If her fantasy about him could possibly come true, she owes it to herself to take that chance.
“Alright,” Musa gives in. She does want Riven - her subconscious has made that clear. And just maybe, she can convince him he wants her too.
Re: Sam x Musa (x Riven) + saying the wrong name
Date: February 27th, 2023 12:08 am (UTC)Actually feeling bad for Sam, after that.
It was great, loved it!