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kathierif_ficTitle: Bambi
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Claudia, mostly
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Something is affecting her
A/N: kink_bingo fic, prompt “sex toys (worn under clothing)”. 1212 words. This one, I blame entirely on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginny305 simply because I can and she's awesome. Felix Salten is indeed the Austrian author who wrote Bambi and is assumed to be the author of a rather pornographic book (he never denied it) (story of my life: start doing research for an artifact, end up reading beginning-of-the-20th-century-porn...).
Warning: Attempted dub-con, or at least it’s implied. Spoilers for a character from episode 3x10 (God I hope I spelled his name right, imdb was so unhelpful!)
Claudia suppressed a shiver that threatened to run over her whole body, starting at the soles of her feet and ending at the tips of her hair. She was clutching her closed Farnsworth tightly in her hands, tight enough for her knuckles to whiten.
“What,” she snapped into the silence of the room, “is happening to me?”
Sweat started to form across the bridge of her nose as another shudder started to work its way over her body. The sensation was whisper-soft in some places and growing almost overwhelmingly strong in others.
It was getting worse, she noticed with the small part of her brain that still managed to be calm and detached. She was still able to resist giving in to the sensations, but it was starting to become harder and harder, and why shouldn’t she give in anyway? She was feeling good.
Really good, in fact.
She shuddered almost violently and curled her body tightly into the small space between the wall and the bed, which looked more and more inviting. It seemed to call out to her to stretch out on it and just let go, to relax and let happen what was going on with her body.
Claudia took a shuddering breath. The fabric of her clothing was rubbing tantalizingly against her skin, every touch a caress that was torturous and not even close to being enough to satisfy her.
Her body wanted more. It needed more. The desire burned deep in her, its flames only heightened by every breath she took, every second she spent like this.
It had to be the effect of some kind of artifact, she thought while rolling her head to press her face into the blessedly cool wall. One of the many objects in the warehouse was affecting her. She must have brushed up against something while cataloguing or something. If Artie found out, he would probably be angry about her carelessness. She should know better than this by now, and she did know better. Claudia was sure she had worn gloves all the time she was working with the artifacts stored in the warehouse.
She clenched her teeth as another wave rushed through her body. Her legs splayed out without her remembering to have moved a single muscle, and the change in position brought a wave of feeling so strong she had to bite her lips to hold back a loud moan.
Sweat was slowly running down her back now, tickling and making her arch her spine. Her hands came up almost involuntarily and started to brush over her clothed body enticingly, heightening the sensations she was feeling until it, once again, almost became too much.
It was the clatter of the Farnsworth on the floor that brought her attention back to her surroundings instead of her own body, and she yanked her hands away from her chest as if she had been burned.
Focus. She needed to focus.
She took a deep breath and moaned.
The artifact she was looking for was making her feel good, really good, and apparently craving touch.
More than touch.
The realization came with another wave of sensation, and Claudia pushed her hand into her mouth and bit down to hold back a whimper. How could she call Artie and ask him to look for an artifact that was arousing her, sexually? He would never believe she hadn’t done this on purpose, that it had been an accident – but then, she didn’t even remember any sexual artifacts she’d come even remotely close to, and she was sure that she would, even with her thoughts being jumbled and quickly distracted the way they were right now.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her mouth. The sleeve of her shirt that almost covered her hand was moist where she’d bitten down, the faint impressions of her own teeth still visible, and Claudia shivered again.
This was getting serious. She had to call Artie and tell him.
Actually, she realized as she reached for the Farnsworth again, calling Artie wasn’t such a horrible idea. In fact, it was a pretty good idea.
Artie would know what to do. He would know how to help her. He would know how to make her feel even better.
He would help her.
Another shudder ran through her body as she thought of Artie, and this time, she couldn’t stop the hitch in her breath and the twitch of her body. Call Artie, she thought almost hysterically, Artie, or, when he was too busy, Pete.
A part of her knew that this wasn’t right; that she would regret it later, but the bigger part, the part influenced by the still unidentified artifact, whatever it was, didn’t care.
Claudia opened the Farnsworth and called Artie.
~*++~
Claudia opened her eyes to a splitting headache and the sight of Artie, Pete and Myka, all staring at her with varying degrees of worry and something else; something she couldn’t and didn’t want to think about too closely.
“Claudia,” Artie asked, discomfort and worry making him twitchy. His glasses were slightly askew, a button had been ripped off his shirt.
She had done that, she remembered with a deep flush of embarrassment, when Artie had arrived and she had tried…her blush deepened and she groaned.
“Okay, what happened?” she asked.
“Myka shot you,” Pete explained. “After you tried to…” he trailed off with a grimace and a tilt of his head in Artie’s direction before shrugging.
Claudia groaned again, but suddenly, through the pulsing of her headache, she realized that she was feeling like herself again. The feeling under her skin had gone, together with the need to jump Artie. All she felt for him was the usual affection she had for him.
The same went for Pete, too.
“What was it?” she asked, curious almost despite herself.
Artie grabbed a glove and held up the artifact for her to see.
It was a bracelet.
One of hers.
One she had gotten as a present, from Dwayne after she’d rehearsed a few times with the band. She’d stayed late, and he had seemed nervous when he had given it to her.
Artie bagged the bracelet and put it away. “This one belonged to Felix Salten,” he explained. “He was a writer, most famous for writing Bambi, a Life in the Woods…”
“No way, I was turning into a doe?” Claudia interrupted.
Myka blushed. “No,” she said gently. “Felix Salten didn’t just write Bambi, Claud. He also wrote the memoirs of a prostitute. Allegedly.”
Claudia froze.
“Where did you get this?” Artie asked her, and that was the Artie she knew and adored, the one who was as fiercely protective as a mama bear. He was like a father, just like Pete was glowering like a brother…Claudia groaned. She just hoped Joshua would never find out about what she had almost done here.
“Never mind his name,” she said and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’ll talk to the guy myself. Give me my Tesla.”
Pete handed her the weapon, and as soon as Claudia stormed out the door, he followed, Myka and Artie close on his heels.
Mama bears, all of them. Claudia grinned slightly.
Dwayne would not know what hit him…
~end.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Claudia, mostly
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Something is affecting her
A/N: kink_bingo fic, prompt “sex toys (worn under clothing)”. 1212 words. This one, I blame entirely on
ginny305 simply because I can and she's awesome. Felix Salten is indeed the Austrian author who wrote Bambi and is assumed to be the author of a rather pornographic book (he never denied it) (story of my life: start doing research for an artifact, end up reading beginning-of-the-20th-century-porn...).Warning: Attempted dub-con, or at least it’s implied. Spoilers for a character from episode 3x10 (God I hope I spelled his name right, imdb was so unhelpful!)
Claudia suppressed a shiver that threatened to run over her whole body, starting at the soles of her feet and ending at the tips of her hair. She was clutching her closed Farnsworth tightly in her hands, tight enough for her knuckles to whiten.
“What,” she snapped into the silence of the room, “is happening to me?”
Sweat started to form across the bridge of her nose as another shudder started to work its way over her body. The sensation was whisper-soft in some places and growing almost overwhelmingly strong in others.
It was getting worse, she noticed with the small part of her brain that still managed to be calm and detached. She was still able to resist giving in to the sensations, but it was starting to become harder and harder, and why shouldn’t she give in anyway? She was feeling good.
Really good, in fact.
She shuddered almost violently and curled her body tightly into the small space between the wall and the bed, which looked more and more inviting. It seemed to call out to her to stretch out on it and just let go, to relax and let happen what was going on with her body.
Claudia took a shuddering breath. The fabric of her clothing was rubbing tantalizingly against her skin, every touch a caress that was torturous and not even close to being enough to satisfy her.
Her body wanted more. It needed more. The desire burned deep in her, its flames only heightened by every breath she took, every second she spent like this.
It had to be the effect of some kind of artifact, she thought while rolling her head to press her face into the blessedly cool wall. One of the many objects in the warehouse was affecting her. She must have brushed up against something while cataloguing or something. If Artie found out, he would probably be angry about her carelessness. She should know better than this by now, and she did know better. Claudia was sure she had worn gloves all the time she was working with the artifacts stored in the warehouse.
She clenched her teeth as another wave rushed through her body. Her legs splayed out without her remembering to have moved a single muscle, and the change in position brought a wave of feeling so strong she had to bite her lips to hold back a loud moan.
Sweat was slowly running down her back now, tickling and making her arch her spine. Her hands came up almost involuntarily and started to brush over her clothed body enticingly, heightening the sensations she was feeling until it, once again, almost became too much.
It was the clatter of the Farnsworth on the floor that brought her attention back to her surroundings instead of her own body, and she yanked her hands away from her chest as if she had been burned.
Focus. She needed to focus.
She took a deep breath and moaned.
The artifact she was looking for was making her feel good, really good, and apparently craving touch.
More than touch.
The realization came with another wave of sensation, and Claudia pushed her hand into her mouth and bit down to hold back a whimper. How could she call Artie and ask him to look for an artifact that was arousing her, sexually? He would never believe she hadn’t done this on purpose, that it had been an accident – but then, she didn’t even remember any sexual artifacts she’d come even remotely close to, and she was sure that she would, even with her thoughts being jumbled and quickly distracted the way they were right now.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her mouth. The sleeve of her shirt that almost covered her hand was moist where she’d bitten down, the faint impressions of her own teeth still visible, and Claudia shivered again.
This was getting serious. She had to call Artie and tell him.
Actually, she realized as she reached for the Farnsworth again, calling Artie wasn’t such a horrible idea. In fact, it was a pretty good idea.
Artie would know what to do. He would know how to help her. He would know how to make her feel even better.
He would help her.
Another shudder ran through her body as she thought of Artie, and this time, she couldn’t stop the hitch in her breath and the twitch of her body. Call Artie, she thought almost hysterically, Artie, or, when he was too busy, Pete.
A part of her knew that this wasn’t right; that she would regret it later, but the bigger part, the part influenced by the still unidentified artifact, whatever it was, didn’t care.
Claudia opened the Farnsworth and called Artie.
~*++~
Claudia opened her eyes to a splitting headache and the sight of Artie, Pete and Myka, all staring at her with varying degrees of worry and something else; something she couldn’t and didn’t want to think about too closely.
“Claudia,” Artie asked, discomfort and worry making him twitchy. His glasses were slightly askew, a button had been ripped off his shirt.
She had done that, she remembered with a deep flush of embarrassment, when Artie had arrived and she had tried…her blush deepened and she groaned.
“Okay, what happened?” she asked.
“Myka shot you,” Pete explained. “After you tried to…” he trailed off with a grimace and a tilt of his head in Artie’s direction before shrugging.
Claudia groaned again, but suddenly, through the pulsing of her headache, she realized that she was feeling like herself again. The feeling under her skin had gone, together with the need to jump Artie. All she felt for him was the usual affection she had for him.
The same went for Pete, too.
“What was it?” she asked, curious almost despite herself.
Artie grabbed a glove and held up the artifact for her to see.
It was a bracelet.
One of hers.
One she had gotten as a present, from Dwayne after she’d rehearsed a few times with the band. She’d stayed late, and he had seemed nervous when he had given it to her.
Artie bagged the bracelet and put it away. “This one belonged to Felix Salten,” he explained. “He was a writer, most famous for writing Bambi, a Life in the Woods…”
“No way, I was turning into a doe?” Claudia interrupted.
Myka blushed. “No,” she said gently. “Felix Salten didn’t just write Bambi, Claud. He also wrote the memoirs of a prostitute. Allegedly.”
Claudia froze.
“Where did you get this?” Artie asked her, and that was the Artie she knew and adored, the one who was as fiercely protective as a mama bear. He was like a father, just like Pete was glowering like a brother…Claudia groaned. She just hoped Joshua would never find out about what she had almost done here.
“Never mind his name,” she said and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’ll talk to the guy myself. Give me my Tesla.”
Pete handed her the weapon, and as soon as Claudia stormed out the door, he followed, Myka and Artie close on his heels.
Mama bears, all of them. Claudia grinned slightly.
Dwayne would not know what hit him…
~end.