Title: "Cotton Candy" Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Miranda Otto Rating: NC-17 Summary: Dom likes unhealthy Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: For Shanelle, for this scene challenge. One line of coke and she's kitten-affectionate -- rubbing and twining and leaving nail scratches on his hips and thighs as they fuck on whatever surface is readily available. A counter, a bed, the wall, doesn't matter, as long as her skirt's hiked over her thighs and her pussy's wet and tight for his cock. Two lines, and she's a raving beast, gluttonous and insatiable, clawing at him with teeth and fingers, bruising him with enthusiasm and need as she bucks underneath him, untamed and wild. She loves sucking him off like this, doesn't care much where they are, and neither does he. A friend's house, a club, a restaurant -- all of it one big bedroom extension, all of it a backdrop for the tiny slurping sounds she makes as she angles her head just so to take him deep, suck him dry. Three lines, and she goes from the cast sweetheart to porn-star pop tart and, fuck, but he loves that about her. Loves the power she gives him, wild and free, loves it when she bites and marks his skin, like she's drunk on him, like he's more addictive than the coke jagging through their systems. Some would call it unhealthy, but Dom never did have much use for healthy. Gotta die of something, he'd say with a grin, and crook his finger in Miranda's direction, just to watch her crawl to him, every young boy's masturbatory fantasy come to life in a short skirt and come-hither eyes. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!