Rampant Toasters
by ALC Punk!

But, for once, Nathan was surprised.

In his kitchen was the woman he considered his best friend and lover (and sometimes antagonist, but he didn't like thinking about the antagonism), screwdriver in one hand, and a part from his (now) disassembled toaster in the other.

He coughed. "Um. I don't want to know, do I?"

"It was mocking me, so I dissected it. Let's see it burn my bagel now..." Domino informed him, eyes gleaming as she tossed the part onto the table and reached for another.

"Right."

"I'm thinking of taking out the vacuum cleaner next. It doesn't like me much either."

Considering for a moment, Nathan said cautiously (as if afraid the madwoman might kill him with her screwdriver), "You know, we could just go buy a NEW one. Both appliances are older than... well. Apocalypse."

"Yeah, but... that would be too easy."

"...right."

"It's either disassemble toasters or drive you crazy. Take your pick..."

Now, the thing was, Nate kind of liked it when she drove him crazy. Up to a point. "Oh. Well, fine, then."

Apparently, that wasn't the best thing to say, because she whirled and shook the screwdriver at him. "Your appliances aren't safe from me, Nate."

He raised his eyebrows and tried his best innocent look, "Am I?"

"No."

"I'm heart-broken." He eyed the screwdriver, "What're you going to do, take my arm off?"

"Well, it doesn't have any bolts... But I'm sure if you get me a hacksaw."

"Ow."

"Then, of course, a nice acid might remove all of the metal bits."

"And my skin."

"There is that."

He reached out a hand and plucked the screwdriver from her hand. "I have a better plan."

"Oh?"

"Sex."

Domino laughed, "You really do have a one-track mind, don't you."

"I'm a dirty old man. Of course it's one-track."

"Mmm." She moved closer and leaned against him. "So... Where would this sex take place?"

Nate groped her. "Kitchen's good."

She eyed the counter. "My ass will get cold."

"Your ass is always cold."

"Point." She shoved her hand down his pants. "'Course, we might not make it to the bedroom."

He groaned, "No..." Reaching out, he ran a telekinetic caress down her back, smirking as she gasped when it slid between her legs.

"Nate--" She gasped again, "How about no-powers sex, for once, hrm?"

"What would be the fun in that?"

She groaned, "Well, it could just be compensation for--"

He picked her up and turned, placing her on the counter. "Compensation, hrm?"

"Why not?"

Nate's fingers yanked at her pants, and she lifted her hips so he could pull them and her underwear down and out of his way. "You want no-powers, hrm?"

"Sure. If you can handle it." Domino smirked.

"You just can't handle being over-stimulated."

"I--" She broke off as his finger slid into her, "--can, too. You bastard."

"Now, now, Dom, I thought you said no powers."

"Sarcasm is not a mutant power." She arched, muscles quivering in anticipation.

"Could've fooled me."

"Nate." Leaning forward, she grabbed the front of his jeans. "Off. Now."

"Uh-huh." He dealt with his button and zipper and she yanked them down while he slide her forward onto the edge of the counter. "Ass cold?"

Domino hooked her legs behind him, arched, and he slid into her. "Yup."

For just a moment, Nate's brain shut itself off. Then she bit the side of his neck, and he began moving against her.

No powers, he reminded himself as she pushed against him, growling when he didn't immediately give her enough room to move properly. No powers, he thought as she slid off the edge of the counter, her legs around his waist and he pulled up and she thrust back. Her head slammed back into the cabinet door, but neither of them noticed.

It wasn't exactly ideal: he had to raise and lower himself, and she was being evil and twisting her hips every half-inch. He was pretty sure she was bruising her ass and back on the counter edge.

And his legs were going to cramp, eventually.

Her head hit the cabinet again, and she swore, then laughed. "We need to--change places."

Easier said then done. Especially since he didn't want to break their rhythm. No powers. Damn. "You're a hard woman to please," he informed her, gripping her hips and spinning, and half-hopping upwards, hoping to catch the lip of the counter.

Unfortunately, he forgot his pants, and she was laughing too hard.

They over-balanced, tripped, and would have probably broken things if he hadn't caught them with his telekinesis six inches from the floor. "Woman, you're going to be the death of me."

She tightened her legs around his waist. "But you'll die happy."

Levitating, he flipped them over, ignoring the cold of the kitchen floor as he settled down. "Probably."

Domino sat up and began riding him hard, her teeth bared, "Guess I'll have to find myself someone new, then."

Bending his knees for leverage, he pushed against her, "Really? Are they all going to have telekinesis for those times when you forget gravity actually affects you?"

She growled again, then leaned down to kiss him. "Hasn't yet."

Busy kissing her, he didn't reply.

He tugged her shirt up and got his hands on her breasts, fingers skimming them just the way she liked it.

"Bastard," she managed on a breathy moan before her movements ground her against him just right and she writhed in orgasm. Her movements broke him, and he followed her, gasping.

"Your toaster still hates me."

"We'll get a new one?" He suggested, shifting her slightly, then settling her against his chest.

"Mhmm. My ass is cold."

He snaked a hand around and groped it. "You're the one who wanted sex in the kitchen."

"You have no stamina, old man."

"Of course I don't. You're fucking me into an early grave."

She snickered.

Nate sighed, "My back is cold."

"Didn't I just say that?"

"No," he groped her again, "You said your ass was cold. There's a difference."

"Ass."

"If we get up, there could be a bed in our future."

"Says the man who wiped his own out."

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." He wriggled underneath her. "You moving?"

"Hold your horses, already." She smacked his chest and sat up again. "I want toast."

"You took the toaster apart."

"So?"

He stared up at her. "What do you want me to do, call for the magic toast fairies?"

"Yes."

"Domino..."

She snickered and crawled off of him. "I've changed my mind. Let's go to bed, old man. If you can actually make it there."

He rolled and smacked her ass. "After you."

"Bastard. Also? You cheated."

"Cheated? How?" He stood and held a hand out to her.

"I said no powers."

"We were falling on the floor, Dom."

"So? A few bruises never hurt anyone."

"Riiight."

She smirked and patted him on the ass. "Next time."

"Oh, yes, because I want to repeat falling on my ass."

"But you do it so well."

"Are we going to bed?"

"You get whiny in your old age."

"I'll show you old."

"That a promise?"

Nate swung her up and tossed her over his shoulder, one hand firmly anchoring her there. "Yup."

Her fist impacted on his upper thigh. "Bastard."

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