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This story fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.


Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Subspace/headspace
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Chris teases Kay. Kay blows his mind in completely unexpected ways.
Additional Information: Safe for work; no explicitly sexual activity. Canonical woman of color (Kay). Teasing. Hair pulling. Skin contact. Chris is a kink-virgin at the beginning of this story.


"Attention to Detail"


They were watching movies in the common room one afternoon, the whole team of Schrodinger's Heroes. They took turns choosing, because people had different tastes and skills, but they often picked shows that featured alien invasions or superweapons or other such mayhem. It never hurt to have tactical discussions when nothing was actually on fire.

Chris lay draped across the couch and Kay sat in the chair just beyond it. His large bare feet hung over the arm of the couch, kicking in time to the theme music. Occasionally they batted against Kay.

"Knock it off," she said, pushing at his feet.

Chris laughed. "Ah, you know I'm not into that whip-and-chain stuff," he said. "I only take orders from you in combat. Otherwise it doesn't do anything for me."

"I don't need to hit you or tie you down to blow your mind," Kay said.

"Sure you don't," Chris said. "You're not getting into my pants that easily."

"I don't need to take your clothes off, either," Kay said evenly.

"Whatever," Chris said. He curled his toes to tug at her shirt.

"Chris, quit it!" Kay snapped.

"Make me," Chris said with a lazy grin. Then he turned his attention back to the movie, where something was blowing up all over the screen.

Consequently he did not see Kay's smile. It began as a tiny smirk, no more than a pressing of lips together. Then the very corners of her mouth began to turn up, and curl in on themselves. Her eyes narrowed. The smile widened as it coiled itself across her face, very much as if the Grinch had a wonderful, awful idea.

Kay reached out to Chris and trailed the very tip of one finger down the instep of his left foot.

"I'm not ticklish," Chris drawled. "You're wasting your time."

"Noted," Kay said.

She touched each of his toes in turn, gently, rolling the tips a little between thumb and forefinger. Chris did not twitch. She poked the end of her finger into the small hollows between the toes. He wiggled his foot slightly. Kay pressed just a bit harder. Her finger slid between his toes in a tiny, intimate, if rather obscure penetration. Chris made a thoughtful little noise.

Kay reached around to the top of his foot, stroking the thinner skin there. She pressed with her fingers, feeling the hard thin bones and the supple slide of skin over muscle. Then she moved up, tracing around his ankle bones.

A sunbeam lay draped across his legs like a golden scarf. Dust motes danced lazily in the thick yellow light. The hairs on his legs stood up like curls of gold wire. Kay brushed her fingers over them, very lightly, touching only the ends of the hairs.

Chris sucked in a breath.

Kay lowered her hand, stroking up and then down again, disturbing and smoothing the grain to sensitize his skin. The hairs stirred under her touch, moved by the tiny muscles at their roots. She looked, and indeed, the goosebumps were beginning to rise.

Kay leaned down and exhaled, her breath blowing over hairs and skin, along the calf and the bottom of the inner thigh.

Chris sighed and let his knees fall apart.

Someone giggled. Kay glanced at the screen, but no, nothing humorous was happening there. She put the sound out of her mind and returned her complete focus to Chris.

He was warming under her touch now, beginning to melt. She could see it in the responsive flush as his fair skin turned ruddy and his eyes fluttered shut. She drew the edges of her fingernails delicately along his calves. The skin turned white and then faintly pink under the press of her nails.

Chris caught the tail of a moan in his teeth and locked it inside his mouth.

The sun made it possible to see each individual hair. Kay selected one his right shin, pinched the end of it between her fingertips, and pulled just enough to raise the skin at its base ever so slightly.

Chris sucked in a sharp gasp. Then he flung his forearm over his face to hide his reaction. For all his bluster, Chris was a fairly private person in certain ways.

Kay was having none of that. "Put your hands at your sides," she said softly. "I want to see your face." She chose another hair and stretched it slowly from curl to straight.

Chris let his arm flop down by his side again. He was blushing scarlet.

Kay licked the tip of her forefinger and touched it to the inside of his knee. Then she leaned forward and blew over it.

Chris moaned loudly.

Kay replaced her finger in the same spot, moving across the skin as the wet patch dried to a damp, tacky smudge. She rubbed over it, feeling the faint drag. The skin turned pink from the friction.

Then she returned to the hairs, teasing now at the right leg, now at the left. She varied the pattern at random, sometimes pausing for long moments while doing nothing at all.

Chris trembled beneath her touch, utterly vulnerable, broken open. Kay cupped him in her hands and held his attention with hers.

She pinched one hair at the base and pulled slowly, firmly, letting the golden length of it slide through her grip one millimeter at a time. She chose another hair and drew it straight, then circled the tip around the base, tugging at every direction in turn.

By now, Chris was moaning constantly and writhing under her touch. Kay wondered if she should pull an afghan down over him, but no, he wasn't even half hard under his fly.

Ash leaned over the far end of the couch and said to Chris, rather clinically, "You seem to be enjoying yourself a great deal. What are you getting out of this?"

Chris blinked his way back to awareness of the room, taking a long minute to focus on Ash. "All of my attention is focused on one square inch of my body," he said slowly. "It's ... it's amazing. I've never felt anything like it."

"And now you know not to tease me, because I can blow your mind one hair's breadth at a time," Kay said. She patted him on the shin and leaned back. "Watch your movie, and I won't have to embarrass you in front of your friends again."

Chris lifted his head with an effort and surveyed the room. Nobody was watching the movie anymore. Bailey was staring at him, grinning, and eating popcorn. Pat was too. Alex had fallen asleep on Bailey's shoulder. Ash and Tim the Tentacle Monster were both watching Kay work.

"I find your technique most remarkable," Tim said.

Chris let his head flop back down with a groan.

"I win," said Kay.

"You win," Chris agreed.

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Date: 2013-07-18 04:18 am (UTC)
thnidu: Lucy bright and bold. Lucida Bright font, boldface: backslash, small-o, slash: YAY!! (yay)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
Kay wins, Oh yes she does.

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