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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Terezi_Pyrope
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Terezi_Pyrope
  Additional Tags:
      Synesthesia
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-11 Words: 3216
****** Synesthetic ******
by SnazzyCookies
Summary
     Written for this_prompt on the kink meme, while listening to this.
There is the strange, odd, electric-like smell that happens whenever someone
transportalizes, and Terezi hears the stifled gasps and murmurs of her fellow
trolls as they lay eyes on the four humans in person for the first time, and
she waits patiently.

Five or so seconds later, a weird, unfamiliar scent wafts across her nose. It
is completely indescribable in some ways; something like mixed spices,
cilantro, oregano and sugar all at once, and it is completely alien. She
inhales deeply, trying to make sense of the weirdness, but before she can make
much sense of it a new smell overrides all of the others, halting every
conscious thought she was having.

Red. Dave.

The scent is very familiar in some ways; she knows what he "looks" like, his
pale marshmallow skin, his blond buttery hair, his round, dark, licorice
sunglasses. But part of what she senses now is what he actually smells like,
the same smell she'd get even if she wasn't blind, and it's getting stronger,
drowning out everything else she smells, blinding her to the rest of the world,
surrounding her...and she realizes it's because he's getting closer to her.
He's walking right to her.

He comes so close she can feel the warmth of his skin radiating towards her
across a very small gap. Her heart is flying wildly in her chest as she has no
control over the gigantic grin she knows is plastered on her face. 

"Hey," he says, and his voice rumbles through her like the distant thunder of
an oncoming storm; it's a thing she's never known; she's known him only as red
text, bad grammar and sarcastic remarks that forced her to bum around the human
internet to figure out what the hell he meant most of the time.

"You deaf, too?" he asks impatiently, his breath flowing across her face, warm
and cherry and impossibly delicious. She hears the subtle noise of lips opening
as he is about to say something else, and she quickly raises a finger to put
over his lips.

He does not jerk away like Karkat would have. He doesn't sneer, complain, or
knock her hand away. He doesn't move at all, and she's momentarily overwhelmed
by the softness of his lips, the heat flowing from between them.

"Shhhh...I'm taking in Dave. Don't distract me."

She raises her other hand up to his face and places her fingertips on his
cheek. He lets her. She begins to hear snickering and murmuring of the trolls
and humans around them. It is annoying; it is distracting her. She doesn't want
to hear them. She wants to hear the subtle rush of air as it pulls in through
Dave's nostrils; she feels the complete deadpan expression on his face,
excellently controlled, but he can't keep his heart from beating faster as the
moment stretches out, and he can't stop her from feeling his pulse through his
lips.

She leans in closer to his face. He does not pull away.

"You're not licking me in public," he states, the smooth motion of his lips
over her finger supple and slightly wet, and she shudders as the implication of
what he said sinks into her mind: she is not licking him in public. Meaning she
will be licking him in private.

Her grin only grows wider.

"Want to see my room, Dave?" she whispers. Instead of speaking he slowly,
tantalizingly changes the shape of his lips to purse them against her fingers.
He presses them against her lone digit, making a soft, probably inaudible to
everyone else, smacking sound as he kisses it. He pulls away just slightly,
leaving her finger cooler than the rest of her where the slight moisture of his
breath evaporates.

"I didn't travel into another universe just to compare baking recipes," he
says, referring to some thing John is saying that she is ignoring. It's his
voice again, rattling through her, jittering every cell she has down into her
bones.
Terezi shivers just slightly, and it causes a subtle tenseness in him that she
isn't sure he is even aware of. She slides her hand down his cheek, tracing her
fingertips lightly down his neck, letting her clawtips gently scrape over his
skin and she hears his breath hitch in his throat. Her grin widens and she
continues to slide her hand over his shoulder, feeling the cloth of his shirt,
and down his arm, to his hand.

It's strange and warm and soft. She slides her fingers over his round, clawless
ones and he entwines their hands together as their hearts both race. Terezi's
own pounding pulse makes it harder for her to hear what's around her as she
turns and heads in the direction she knows is the hallway. She ignores the
whispers and murmurs behind them as they vanish into the background like the
hiss of a distant stream. She concentrates on the sounds of the echoes in the
hallway; her own familiar footsteps followed by the new and rhythmic gate of
Dave walking behind her. She knows the sound of every troll's gait, and Dave's
is different; heavier, more regular, and she smiles as she hears the beats in
his stride.

She steps up onto her transportalizer and he's there next to her, much closer
than is necessary as the slightly tickling sensation of being transportralized
surrounds her with pins-and-needles. The moment they appear in her room his
arms are sliding around her stomach, pulling her back into his chest. She moans
and leans her head against his shoulder and then his lips are there.

Bubblegum-cherry-cottoncandy-raspberry-apple invades her mouth, washing over
her tongue, pouring down her throat. She can't help the moan that escapes her,
and she feels the smirk on his lips, which makes her grin, ruining the kiss. 

She turns herself around to face him and unabashedly places both of her hands
on his face. She traces her fingertips over his cheeks, his forehead, the
valleys of the sides of his nose, the mountain between. She traces his chin,
his jaw, up to his ears, which are flaming hot. He remains perfectly still,
letting her feel him, letting her learn what he looks like. She runs her
fingers through his hair, the softness like feathers and grass and shredded
blankets, stringy yet whole, and then butterscotch-caramel-vanillacream drowns
her nose as she lets his hair fall still.

His face is too close; his heat is too strong; his breaths are too heavy.

"Dave, let me taste you..."

She feels the edges of his mouth pull up into another smirk.

"I knew you couldn't resist my Strider magnetic pull of..."

She presses her lips against his and he grunts with mild surprise. The sound
sends fireworks tingling through her nerves and she is going to learn how to
get more of that out of him. But before she can finish that thought the cherry-
bubblegum-raspberry-apple-pomegranate fruity flavor of his lips washes through
her mind, erasing her thoughts. She moans and a rush of pleasure drives her to
need more. 

Before she knows it her tongue is out, running over his lips, up his face,
across his cheek. Peaches, apricots, coffee ice-cream invades her, surrounds
her; she can't stop now, her tongue explores his entire face and she can feel
his chuckle; she can smell his arousal. She presses into him and he holds her
tightly to him, his arms pressed against her back, her hands pressed against
his cheeks.

Her clawtips tap against his glasses.

"Dave, can I..." she says, breathlessly, and this close to his chest she feels
his heart race.
He reaches up and lifts his glasses, resting them on top of his head. She
inhales deeply as cherry-red-candy-berry-fruitpunch engulfs her lungs. She
tilts her head back with pleasure and before she can even react he moves in,
his lips on her throat, sending waves of tingling electric flashes through her
skin.

Her knees grow weak and she loses her balance, but Dave fluidly pulls back and
pulls her up with his arms, righting her. Her knees are weak. His hand is
surrounding hers now. He leads her. She follows; blind to everything but him as
his presence becomes a brilliant light that she is desperate to be near. He
pushes her down onto the human-sleeping contraption called a bed that she's
been forced to use since there are no recouperacoons on this...

He has slid his hands down to her stomach and slid her shirt up. When his
fingertips brush her bare skin a gasp-whimper cries out from her throat.
Feathery tickling cotton floats over her skin wherever his fingertips brush her
skin and she shudders. She feels his heat; she smells red-flushed-romance
pouring off of him, tangy and sweet, cranberries and...and...

Dave is on top of her, his body pressing down on hers, his hands sliding
through her hair, tingling, tickling, teasing...

"Oh..." a weak gasp escapes as his fingers brush against her horns. He
immediately wraps his palms around them and she is surrounded by his heat, red-
grape-sugar-juice-strawberry-roses-carnation fills her lungs as she inhales and
when he presses his lips against hers she is helpless to move, never has she
experienced anything so delicious, nothing has ever tasted this good, nothing
has ever smelled this amazing.

Her hands find their way to his hips, up to his side, and she pushes up his
shirt. When her claws brush against his skin he moans into her mouth and it's
the vibration of a far-off gong, a deep resonance like a clock tower chiming in
the distance, his voice invades her and she needs more she has to have more.
She pushes his shirt up to his armpits and runs her palms across his back, too
smooth, too warm, unscarred and she is going to taste him, she is going to
taste him all.

With a grunt Terezi presses her palms against his chest and pushes him off of
her. She smells his disappointment, his hurt at rejection, then his confusion
and finally excitement as she yanks his shirt over his head. She pushes him
onto his back and places her palms flat against his stomach, soft and smooth, a
weird spiral-type thing in the middle...

"What's that?" she whispers, because she doesn't have enough breath to put any
strength into her voice. He snorts.

"That's a belly button. Side-effect of being born like an intelligent being
instead of hatched like a bug."

She rolls her eyes at him and traces her palms up, tracing the subtle contours
of his muscles, not nearly defined as a trolls' would be, smooth, even...

She feels two odd, raised bumps and her touching them produces a satisfyingly
delicious inhalation of air from Dave that she knows is a gasp even though he
tries to hide it.

"Mmmm...I like that reaction," she says softly, and before he can protest she
slides her fingers over the weird nubs and he actually squeaks, breathless, and
she grins as she must have found the human sensual equivalent of horns. She
strokes them and teases them for a moment as she feels the tension grow inside
Dave's entire body, and every color she smells coming off of him grows bolder
and more intense. 

She grins and leans down to taste the weird nubs, and he whimpers, his hands
flying up to her hair, wrapping around her horns, and electric blue-purple neon
lightening makes her moan and collapse against his chest. He takes advantage of
her surrender and flips her onto her back, his fingers hooking under her shirt
and then it's off of her, disappearing into the blackness that is the world
beyond Dave, which his smell blots out, his scent erasing anything beyond him.
His fingers explore her chest, rubbing over the clearly defined outlines of her
muscles and ribs, over her female-defining vestigial mounds, and she smells a
strange sore of disappointment in him and she guesses he wishes she had those
chest-nub things. But before she can say anything about it his tongue is on her
neck, sliding a trail of hot, fiery lights down her chest, her stomach, leaving
an iridescent-blue-green-luminescent glow where his tongue left a trail of
human-drool, and he continues lower, lower, his hands on her hips now, his
hands on the top of her pants, his hands undoing the button on her pants.

"Dave..." her voice is airy and barely audible, and he stops and she feels his
head bend to look up at her, and she knows suddenly that if she asked him to
stop, he would; she feels his sudden doubt, his fear that he's gone too far.

"No, don't stop. I was just...trying to say...just in case, um, humans are very
different from trolls...I, um..."

His finger is over her lips, now.

"We'll figure it out," he whispers, his voice clear as the day, bright as the
sky with two full moons, his honesty completely exposed with zero levels of
irony, overwhelming her with fresh mint and chilly spring air, the taste of the
last bit of melting snow just before summer.

He continues his task and then his shaking breath is juicy-citrus-tropical-
coconut sliding her pants down over her hips and she can't help but feel
nervous as he sees her, with eyes, with seeing, and it's not fair suddenly
because she's completely exposed and she can't ever...

"Oh, wow..." The excitement in his voice rolls over her with lime-candycorn-
tangy-desire, and then she feels his weight leave the bed, and she hears a
zipper being pulled down, and the sound of cloth hitting the floor, and then
he's back, and his bare legs are brushing against hers pear-rose-cactus-thorns
tingling up her skin, up her spine, and her hands fly up to his shoulders, his
biceps, his chest, his back, his sides, his hips, his ass, she feels him,
tracing him, learning him, mountains and valleys, oranges and peaches and
creamsicle, she pulls his neck to her lips and kisses and he moans and her
heart races

he collapses on top of her and she feels a hot, rigid bonebulge press against
her thigh and she shudders light-sparks blue heat dancing flame-berry-crystal
invading her mind

he slides his hand down her side, over her thigh, and his fingers find their
way up between her legs and lush vibrant green-yellow-orange red red red
rainbows kaleidoscoping across her vision, she's seeing, oh she can see and
it's light brighter than the Alternian sun sparks flying intense pulses of
zinging heat

her palms on his body, tracing, learning, her tongue up in the crook of his
neck, tasting, salty-juicy-honeymustard-grubsauce pineapple gravy and delicious
cake-icecream

Dave cries out and a shock of cold water freezes her veins as he stops
moving...

"D...dave?"

He's shuddering but its unpleasant and cold ice glacier fear creeps into the
edges of her vision

He hisses. "Claws, um...not...uh...humans don't..."

She realizes she's clasped the flesh of his back into her claws and lets go. 

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

He presses his lips onto hers, crushing her head to the bed, and then
wordlessly his fingers are back, stroking her pleasure-organ-nub and sparkles
illuminate across her vision, stars and moons, diamonds and crystals, gold and
silver she can see it all; she can see, she can see.
She wonders very vaguely how it seems that he knows exactly what he's doing,
and some part of her becomes aware that she's been moaning, her back is arched,
but all she knows are the stars, she can see all of them, galaxies, nebulae,
and then one of them pulses brighter, brighter, white, blinding, piercing and
then it's a supernova, exploding brilliant colors, rainbows dancing across her
vision, she's deaf, she can't hear, she can't smell, she can only see and her
body contracts and explodes with pleasure that makes candy taste boring and red
as bland as brown. 

"Dave, Dave, oh, oh!"

Her twitching and writhing calms down, her body becomes serene, waterfalls of
satisfaction flowing through her for only a moment and then he's back except
now it's with his tongue and is a raging inferno of fierceness, and the colors
turn in on each other, bending in new ways, changing their shape, until she can
no longer see them she hears them and it isn't colors it's music and he pulls
away and then glaciers of emptiness, artic cold seeps in from the edges

he slides his body up until his face is near hers and she feel his bone-bulge
hovering between her legs and her hands are instantly there. He whimpers soft-
cotton-daisy-roses-fabric softener and she smirks as she strokes him and he
shudders. She wraps her fingers around his bulge and she smells his vanilla-
wine-barbecue-hot-sauce desire and she smirks as she makes it grow brighter,
until she can see his colors, until he's caramel-cinnamon-cookiedough and the
bulge she holds is rigid and hot and red red red red and she pulls him up to
her entrance and guides him in

symphonies of music, oppressive jungle heat, rainbows of light, bouquets of
flowers, no, fields and fields of blooming flowers, pine forests, hot deserts,
delicious steak, warm baked bread and the stars. Oh, the stars, all of them,
all at once, Dave sliding in and out of her, over and over, blackberry pie,
orange marmalade, black forest cake, whipped cream, and music, melodies,
harmonies, and the thud, thud, thud of his beats, over and over, hypnotic and
impossible, and then she can see again, the whole universe is before her eyes
and stars are tiny, galaxies are small little things compared to the brilliant
light and it flashes before her, invading her and she realizes it is the flavor
of his pleasure radiating off of him as he shudders and twitches and he's using
her for his pail and then he reaches his hand between her legs and strokes her
pleasure-nub and white, white rainbows erase the world and she hears someone
screaming with pleasure in the distance but she's deafened by the music and
it’s too bright it’s too loud it’s too powerful and oh, oh, oh...!

"YES!" Glitter, everywhere, covering everything.

And then it slowly fades. The colors fade, keeping their shapes but becoming
bland and plain, revealing the rest of the world to her once again. She inhales
and smells her bed, the walls, hears the echo in the room. She reaches up to
his face and feels a true, genuine smile, and she grins back.

"Well you definitely were as good as advertised, Dave Strider."

He kisses her thumb, brushing the tip of his tongue over it.

"As delicious as you expected, of course," he says, and she grins wide.

"You have no idea. None at all."

She feels him form a wry smile on his face under her fingertips.

"Then I guess we'll just have to try that again, until I get an idea."

She giggles, and he lies down beside her, pulling her body close to him,
resting his lips in the crook of her neck.

"I will taste you anytime you want, Dave Strider," and then her mind is
exhausted, and it demands she fall asleep, and then all is peaceful, soft black
velvet and quiet satisfaction.
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