The Persistence of Memory
Disclaimer: "Roswell" is owned by its creator, the WB, and a bunch of
other lucky people. Not me. No copyright infringement intended. Not for profit.
Distribution: I'd be thrilled if you want this. Just email me for permission.
Pairing: Nicholas/Lonnie
Rating: NC-17 baby! I'm so proud!
Spoilers: The Dupes episodes
Summary: Nicholas is haunted by the memory of Vilandra, and can't resist the
reality of Lonnie.
Notes: This happens after "Max In The City". If it turns out the
something happened to Lonnie or whatever then this is AU. Let's just pretend
that Lonnie and Michael abandoned Tess and escaped. Ok? Thanks.
She's still so beautiful. It must be
destined, her beauty... destined to climb into my chest and just *live there*.
Her skin is as soft in this life as it was in the last. I know that much. And
her hair is still like fine silken thread. I could see it buffeted by the wind
on her pure golden version, and I could sense it through the hairspray and gel
that the tarnished version uses as a shield.
But it's all Vilandra. Every bit. And it's
killing me every second of every day, because I can only do so much. Even the
no-holds-barred seductress won't let me in. She likes to tease me, see the fire
in my eyes. Lonnie remembers more-I can see it in the way that she instinctually
leans into me, only remembering to pull herself back at the last moment. She can
sense me. She knows who I am. Who I *really* am. And sometimes I think I can
break through her skin and find my Vilandra there. Sometimes I think we can kick
Kivar the hell out and find ourselves again.
But she doesn't remember everything. She
can't close her eyes like I can and see flickering light bounces off the walls
over our heads as I nuzzle her throat, hands painting pictures across her waist
and down her thighs. She doesn't remember using her hot breath to caress my ear,
tensing with pleasure in response to my moans. She can't still feel the ghost of
my hands over her wrists as I held her down, teasing her nipples as she
whimpered, licking softly at her soft stomach. She doesn't know how I filled
her, moving roughly inside her just the way she liked it until she was all husky
panting and screams. But I do. I recall moment, every sigh, every promise of
forever that ended in her death and was reborn in Lonnie and Isabel.
But maybe I can show her. Maybe that's all
Lonnie needs to stop the hate that seems to run through her like wildfire. She
feels like nobody, like a shell, and she wants to take revenge on her family...
the world... any world... But I think I can find her in there. I think I'll go
insane if I don't try.
And she's standing her smirking just where
she should be-where I set up our meeting. Soft lips curved into a jagged smile.
If I closed my eyes I could almost see it, the silver cord connecting her soul
to mine... yanking me forward. I approach.
"Is he dead?"
"Dropped a huge ass hunk of metal on
the bastard. He better be."
"You don't *know*?" Anger
threatens to overcome my lust, shadowing the memories for a brief moment, but
then she lifts an unimpressed eyebrow *just so* and she's Vilandra all over
again. And I'm breathless.
"How the fuck is he supposed to live
through that? A truck finished Zan off just fine."
Her shrug is pure beauty, like a wave taking over her body. I want to run
my fingertips over her shoulder, dragging them slowly down her arm bit by bit.
"And the girl, Tess?"
"That chick is wacked. Tried some crazy
ass shit with us..."
Fears grips me tight, squeezing my mind in a
iron vise. I could have lost her. What the hell was I thinking? It's this air
she's always had... of cool confidence... invincibility. But of course she's not
immortal. I of all people should have remembered that.
"Are you alright?" I have to feel
her, make sure she's real. Her cheek feel solid beneath my hand and I nearly
sigh with relief.
"Don't look at me like that, like you
care! You're not fucking me. And you know what? You're not gonna. So stop
playing like you give a shit."
"I do care. And I *am* going to fuck
you beautiful one. Make no mistake about that."
"You think you're SO fucking-"
Her furious rant is cut short by my lips,
hitting her mouth like a tidal wave. I plunge inside and drown on memories
merged into flesh. There, that's better... My hands wind down to grab her wrists
tightly, pulling them downward until her body is forced to follow. And then
we're spread out upon the floor as I crawl on top of her, attacking her mouth in
smooth movements and soft tender licks. I love how her body still stiffens under
mine, as if in delicious shock. Her hands relax under my hold and I can loosen
my grip as one hand takes the place of two, leaving the other to wander down her
body... exploring new territory, recalling old terrain. Full breasts heave under
my touch and her nipples harden against my fingers. And I think I'm flying,
soaring out of this deafening horrid city... away from this boring world... back
home with my queen all over again.
She feels so damn *good* against me, her
thigh rubbing up against my cock just right. Just perfect as always. And then
her mouth isn't enough anymore--I need flesh. So I travel downward, finding
sanctity in her warm neck as my fingers unzip her tattered pants. Smooth wet
silk greets my fingertips and that gloriously familiar moan escapes from her
lips like I just *knew* it would. She's just squirming under my hand, begging
wordlessly just how I like it. So I grasp her wrists again with both hands and
just *thrust*. And it's the best thing I've felt since the last time I was
inside of her. Because *nothing* compares to this. Just *nothing*. It's not just
the heat, the soft muscles coating my cock. It's the fact that it's *her*. And I
can't describe it any better than that. You'd have to know Vilandra. You'd have
to have hated her, lusted after her... loved her just a bit in all of the right
moments before you reminded yourself that you can't, that love makes you weak,
that Vilandra doesn't believe in love.
And I just can't help but watch her face
with every thrust, savoring every clench of her eyes and every quiver of her
lips. Exquisite. It's like her soul is finally shining through and I'm peering
through the cracks to see her hiding deep inside. When she comes it's like a
ripple tearing through the fabric of time itself--and all of a sudden I'm caught
between two pairs of thighs, staring into two contorted faces. It's Lonnie and
Vilandra and me, all becoming one.
"Nicholas..."
It's the tender sigh that gets me, sets off
my release. And I let go of all the longing and the sickness and the need that
has been building up inside of me for all of these long years. Free at last.
Free to start all over again.
Lonnie's just looking at me, a quiet strange
smile curving her lips. And I smirk right back at her, daring her to be the
first to speak. It's a challenge, it's always a challenge with her. And that's
the way I like it.
That's how it's meant to be.
The End.
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