Fahrenheit 451 (Weird Fanfiction)

Author's Note:

Fehrenheit 451 was one of the best books I've ever read. I couldn't get the idea of Montag and Clarisse out of my head. I wrote this to get he idea out of my system.

Clarisse smelled the kerosene on Montag. She wanted to lick it off of him, just the scent though. It didn't matter how young she was. A wrist touched his throat and it was hers, a palm touched her waist, and it was his. They were both whispering to each other and neither one of them heard each others words, worthwhile or not. They danced, but did not, and she slicked his hair back as she open mouthed kissed him. He received from her comfort not in the kiss, but in her presence, and from the kiss he received a physical reunion with himself.

There was a spark between them.

His eyes never meet hers and it didn't seem to matter. They knew what they were doing. After Clarisse's waist, he touched her thigh, propping his thoughts against her. She bit her lower lip, and held him closer than she thought was possible, though not close enough. Montag was supposed to be out of her grasp, he had said so himself. This was wrong.

This was right.

Contradiction made them just then, as he reached up her dress more. He toiled at her panty line, reminiscing while fondling her. Holding herself against him, holding back her whispers and breaths, she held her hand against his hipbone until she felt the courage to intrude and reciprocated his touches. She felt him through his boxers, and held him as best she could while he felt the soft skin of her fleshflower. He stopped for a moment and unbuttoned his underclothes so that she could fully let him understand how much this meant to her.

The strength of his erection wasn't hollow as she pumped him in her hand. She wanted him inside of her just as she wanted air, not just the way his fingers were inside of her. She wanted full confirmation that this was happening. On that thought, she began rubbing the precum on his cock. Clarisse was getting into it the way he was getting into her. Just as she was building rhythm, he took a moment to release her hand from it's obligations and pressed more indiscriminately into her to make her try and forget.

She shook surely as he held onto her hand to keep it under control from touching him. Even as he pushed and pushed his fingers inside of her, playing with her, she didn't let go of the thought that she wanted his dick inside of her throat. How badly she wanted to make that thought come through. Clarisse's hand pushed against his grip and began touching him again. He denied her again.

He continued touching her.

They both smelled like kerosene now.

“What? Are you going to go home and touch yourself now?” She breathed against the hollow of his neck.

He said nothing in return.

Another open mouth kiss, and this time their tongues swallowed each other.

He was playing along the hem of her panties again as she pulled away.

“That's not how you play the game.” She spoke softly. “I'm not gonna leave 'til I make a groove in your bones.”

Clarisse felt it on the edge of her cuticles, and she went down on him, undoing him with the motion. Wrapping her mouth around him and pulling him into her throat entirely, she felt him give. His fist toil in her fistful's of hair and he was in and out of her mouth. Her lips touched a nerve as she continued and ran her tongue along the underside of his head. Stray thoughts of her hands tied above her and Montag pounding into her throttled her along until he was cumming in her mouth and allowed her to swallow him.

She held onto him a little after that, but only until he forced her down, back against the mattress. Montag touched her under the fabric of her dress, found her breast and gripped it.

Still no eye contact, he took his hand away and came to lay on top of her, facing her while he pushed her panties aside and slid into her head first and then shaft. Erect, he penetrated her and stroked the inside of her like silk. Each thrust was unyielding and warm until they became tangled with each other and limbs were lost as her nails ran down his back with an explicit raking motion. Feeling kisses on her collarbones like candle wax, her back arched and moved with him. They began to shake and to thirst. The stiff sheets they were on began to give, and the frame of their skin moved with their motions. His force was aching, and he thrust with frantic want until they were both panting.

The lust had left a breach now, and with their bodies hot, they came against each other.

The smell of kerosene never did go away.