Scarred for Life – Beckett x MC

Summary: Beckett and Clarette have an entire afternoon to themselves… or so they think.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 1632

Author’s Notes: This takes place in their second year at Penderghast! I fully blame @lady-dianelewis for prompting me to do a flash fic challenge that turned into this. Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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“Clarette, the door’s locked, right?” Beckett asked while he pinned her against the wall, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on her neck right under her ear. His left hand trailed over the curve of her breast and down her side, before squeezing her ass as he pulled her closer to his larger frame.

Clarette moaned as she felt him against her, his length pressing into her stomach. “Yes, I locked it. Besides, Shreya has classes and Atlas is training so we have the afternoon free here.”

She pressed her lips to his as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to bed, the mattress sinking under their weight as his body covered hers.

Beckett made quick work of their clothes, the feel of her bare skin against his own lighting his blood ablaze. Leaning down, he traced the hollow of her neck with his tongue, eliciting a purr from her throat.

“You know, we could’ve always gone back to your room if you wanted to be sure,” she mused.

He replied by kissing her hard, his hand slipping in between her legs as he shoved two fingers into her.

She broke the kiss, her head falling back on the pillow as her eyes shut in ecstasy. A strangled noise escaped her as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

“My room’s further and I couldn’t wait to be in you,” he growled in her ear. He removed his hand, licking his fingers as he stared into her chocolate orbs.

She whimpered, biting her lip, her gaze flitting to his mouth and then back to his eyes. Seeing him take such control turned her on to no end, the slickness at her apex evidence of her excitement.

Hooking an arm under her leg, he thrust into her long and deep, her pussy fitting him like a glove. A satisfied groan left him as he sheathed himself fully in her, the sound of his name being screamed from her lips an absolute melody to his ears.

Clarette snaked her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a hard kiss as their tongues fought for dominance. She found herself giving in as he pulled out, only to rock forward again, slamming his hard cock into her. Her nails dug into his back as she held on for dear life, his pace unforgiving.

Feeling his release nearing, Beckett slowed his tempo, not wanting to come until she did. He kissed her languidly, his strokes hitting her spot perfectly as he raised her other leg to adjust his angle. Their eyes connected as he moved within her, their panting breaths mingling as he picked up his rhythm, her hips meeting his every movement.

Sounds of pleasure filled the air as they became one. Beckett and Clarette were lost in a blissful oblivion and completely unaware of anything outside themselves. The only thing that existed in the entire world at that moment were each other.

Not once did the creak of the door enter their consciousness, even though it had been locked.

“Hey Clarette, I didn’t know you were – OH GOD, MY EYES. I DID NOT NEED TO SEE YOU FUCKING MY SISTER!!” Atlas shrieked, her voice registering too late.

Beckett nearly fell off the bed as he rolled off Clarette, catching himself at the last minute. His whole body turned red as he buried his head in her shoulder in utter embarrassment.

Clarette flung the sheet over them, instant mortification causing the lightbulbs in the chandelier to burst. Her hand flew upward and covered her profile as she tried to hide in Beckett’s hair, all the while muttering obscenities to no one in particular.

Atlas closed her eyes as she threw a hand over her face, turning around as fast as she had come in. She bumped into the wall before making a hasty exit out of the bedroom, shutting the door with such force that it didn’t stay closed. The common room door slammed seconds later, leaving the couple all alone.

After a few moments, Beckett lifted his head and groaned. “I thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did! I don’t know how she could’ve opened it.”

“I cannot believe she walked in on us.” Getting up, he put his boxer briefs on before inspecting and closing the door. His face crinkled as he examined the ill-fitting door knob. “Clarette?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever get the door knob fixed from that first night we were… together?”

Her eyes widened. “From last year? When you popped it off the door?”

A sheepish expression crossed his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“I put it back with some metal magick but I don’t think it ever got looked at.”

“Well, that explains why she barged in here,” he said resolutely, running a hand through his hair.

“This is going to be fun facing her later.” Clarette chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. “On the bright side, at least now we can finish what we started.” She slid the sheet down, exposing her body to Beckett.

“You may have a point,” he walked back to bed, losing his underwear along the way. Beckett leaned over and kissed her deeply, a moan emanating from deep within him. “I do make it a priority to complete the task at hand,” he murmured against her lips. “But this time, I can be thorough to make sure I hit all the right spots.”

She giggled as he descended upon her once more, this time the complete opposite of their frenzied pace from earlier. They made love the rest of the afternoon, uninterrupted.

Two days later…

Beckett and Clarette approached the table that the other girls of Motley Crue were eating lunch at, sitting down in the empty seats that were saved. He placed an arm around her shoulder, planting a quick kiss on the side of her head.

Atlas blanched at the sight of her twin and boyfriend, a frown appearing instantaneously. She pushed her chair back, a loud screech echoing through the dining hall as she hurriedly jumped up from the table, not sparing a second glance at the couple in question while exiting the room.

Shreya exchanged looks with Aster, a concerned expression on her face. “Clarette, is everything alright with you and Atlas? She’s been very touchy whenever anyone’s brought you up… or Beckett for that matter.”

Clarette smiled sunnily, not giving a hint of anything wrong. “Everything’s fine! Still adjusting to this whole ‘I have a twin’ thing, I guess! And she’s probably sick of all the PDA, right, B?”

Beckett flushed, clearing his throat. “That must be it, nothing more.” He took a quick sip of his water, instead concerning himself with the stained-glass windows rather than the curious glances from the table.

Aster branched out spontaneously, sensing the odd behavior from both. She gasped and her jaw fell, a rosy bloom tinting her green skin while the flowers in her hair stood at attention. Breaking out of her trance, she peeked at Clarette, trying to pick her next words carefully. “Hmmm, Clarette, did you ever notice how many trees are outside your window?” She asked subtly.

Clarette’s eyebrows raised in surprise, thankful that she was the only one privy to the knowledge of how Aster’s branching abilities worked. “No, I wasn’t, but thanks for letting me know.”

The wood nymph’s eyes quickly shot to Beckett before returning to the Sun-Att. “You might want to talk to your sister, by the way,” Aster looked at her imploringly. She branched out once more. “She’s down by the lake.”

“Got it! I’ll go find her right now.” Clarette said her goodbyes to the table before kissing Beckett on the cheek, rushing out to find her twin. Bounding across campus, she spotted her sister pacing along the shoreline, racing down to her.

“Atlas, I – ”

“Clarette, no.” The platinum haired twin twirled on her heel and held up her hand, her face scrunching up. “I don’t want to hear it.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath. “How hard is it to lock the fucking door?! All I see now is Beckett’s pale, pasty ass and you… GAH. I NEED BRAIN BLEACH!” A queasy look crossed her features.

“… But he does have a great ass, doesn’t he?” Clarette grinned shamelessly.

“You are absolutely impossible, you know that?” Atlas cracked a smile, shaking her head. “I’m embarrassed to be related to you.”

Clarette hugged her sister tightly. “You know you love me, sis!”

“That’s debatable right now.” She squirmed out of her sister’s grasp, pointing a finger at her. “And don’t touch me while I still have that damned visual of you and Harrington in my head.”

The brunette tried to hook arms with her, only for Atlas to nimbly dodge her attempts, leaving both cackling and wheezing with effort. “Just to let you know, I did lock the door. It never got fixed, though.”

The Moon-Att raised her eyebrow suspiciously. “Fixed from what?”

Her sister’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, last year after the championship party when Beckett and I first slept together – “

“You know what? I don’t need to know.” She patted her sibling on the shoulder. “Good job, Clarette. Out of all the things I’ve seen through the years of running from Raife and yet it’s you who manages to have me shrieking with something so gross.”

“You should feel lucky that I haven’t gone into detail with what he can do with his tongue!” Clarette snorted with laughter in response, successfully hooking arms with Atlas as they started the trek back to the main building. “Then I’d really leave you scarred for life!”