Disclaimer: I do not own Scream or anything related to it, nor do I own any rights to the song "Don't Fear the Reaper."
Don't Fear the Reaper
a Scream fan fiction
"Seasons don't fear the reaper,
Nor do the wind,
The sun, or the rain . . ."
Gus, "Don't Fear the Reaper" (Cover)
. . .
The calloused hands of Billy Loomis were contradictorily gentle on her lotion-softened skin. The feeling of his weight erotically crushed into her naked, petite frame. The hard length of Billy's member pressing into her upper thigh caused a noticeable dampness between her legs, and a spreading warmth in her nether regions.
His moist lips osculating her neck, Billy breathed, "What are we doing?"
Sidney Prescott pulled him by the nape of the neck so his eyes could meet hers. "Fucking?"
Billy chuckled. "Such language," he mused, "What I meant was—this time yesterday we would never be doing this, or at least I thought. We've jumped from a soft PG-13 to an NC-17 in one night." His voice was slow, and pleasantly haunting.
"I'm not complaining," Sidney replied from beneath him.
"Neither am I." Billy's eyes traveled from Sidney's eyes, flickering to her chest, where her modest B-cups swelled against his chest, her pink nipples erect with arousal. Smirking, Billy moved his mouth down to her left breast, which he took in his mouth and sucked.
Moaning, Sidney arched against her boyfriend's frame as his tongue deftly darted across her nipple. "You are so amazing," Billy whispered against her flesh, his mouth now paying her right breast some attention. "So beautiful."
Sidney was squirming beneath him—mostly in pleasure, but partly due to a surprising impatience. She wanted him; now. "Fuck me," she cursed.
"Shh," he silenced her, and pressed his lips against her own to ensure that she would not speak again. The taste of Billy's lips was intoxicating: they were warm and so naturally soft, with a lingering taste of alcohol and mint. Her arms snaking around his neck, she deepened the kiss, introducing their tongues into the equation. It was in these heated moments that Sidney often wondered just how many girlfriends Billy had wooed prior to her, for his kissing skills certainly reflected his experience.
Finally, Billy modified his position: still on top of her, he moved his manhood from its position on Sidney's upper thigh to that of her velvet entrance, which he teased so eagerly by pressing his tip against it. Sidney sucked in a sudden, sharp breath as her body prepared for what was to come. Noticing his girlfriend's expression, Billy grinned and continued to flick the tip of his cock against the lips of her womanhood, separating them so he could tease her sweet entrance, but not going in completely.
"Are you afraid?" Billy asked against Sidney's neck.
"Afraid?" She looked down at him, surprised by this question. "What do you mean?"
"This is your first time," Billy mused, "Most girls are scared of the—"
"I know it's going to hurt," Sidney confirmed. "And I'm prepared for it. I know I'm going to be all right as long as I'm with you."
"You're so strong," Billy chuckled, pecking her lips. "It's sexy."
"I have to be strong," Sidney continued. "Especially with all the fucked up shit that's been happening." And for that one moment, the young woman became immensely melancholy that she had ever thought that Billy Loomis was a killer. "There's no room for a damsel in distress in this movie . . .," and studying Billy, she added, "but I guess there is room for a knight in shining armor. I . . ." Sidney trailed off, terrified to voice her true emotions.
Billy's eyes bored into her own. "Yes?"
"I—I love you, Billy." Though she stammered at first, the last words were firm with confidence and sincerity. After all that they had suffered through together: her mother's death, her overprotective father, the murders of their peers, and false accusations on her part, Sidney knew that she loved Billy Loomis.
He didn't respond immediately, and instead examined her for what seemed to be several hours. His expression was unreadable, yet there was some unidentifiable emotion in the position of his eyebrows, the openness of his mouth, and the calmness of his eyes. During this time, Sidney's mind was bursting with thoughts of Stupid, stupid! He doesn't love you back! and You're going too fast; it's a turn off! and Shut up, all of you! Of course he loves you, among others.
Then, in the flattest voice she had ever heard him use, Billy replied, "I love you, too, Sid."
Smiling, and dismissing any negative thoughts that lingered in her head, Sidney repeated the foul words that she had muttered earlier, this time hoping for a proper response: "Fuck me."
Billy obeyed, finally thrusting his hips forward and entering her womanhood. The couple groaned in unison as her tight walls squished around him, and his slow thrusting began. Sidney wrapped her legs around his waist for better access, and bit down on her lip as a searing pain ripped through her body, and blinked back a tear.
It was as if they had made love before, for Billy knew exactly how and where to touch her, where to place his lips, and at what pace to move so as to cause Sidney as least pain as possible. She released soft pants as the pain began to decrease, only to be replaced by an undeniable pleasure as Billy's full length continued to plunge in and out of her warm depths.
"Fuck," Billy muttered, his mouth buried in her sweat-dampened skin. "I'm not going to last, Sidney. So tight . . . so warm . . ."
"I—don't—care," she replied through her erratic breaths. "Just—keep—fucking me." She, too, was experiencing a warm, tingling sensation in her womanhood, specifically near her arousal-swollen clitoris, which Billy bumped pleasurably against with each thrust. She was unaware of what a proper orgasm felt like—aside from the few times she had experimented with masturbation in her life—and was eager to know what it felt like to actually "cum" by a man's doing. It was better than chocolate or falling into a huge pile of fluffy pillows (at least, that's what Tatum had told her).
No sooner had the thought of her best friend came and left her head, her body shuddered violently beneath her boyfriend, and then turned into pudding as she succumbed to a continuous sensation of throbbing in her womanhood. "Billy," she said softly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She closed them and allowed her orgasm to run its course. It was a soft climax, but potent enough to take her breath away. Plus, she knew it would get more intense with experience.
"Goddamn," Billy yelped as he felt her walls clench around him. After a final thrust, he pulled out and stroked himself twice as his seed squirted from his member and onto the sheets. Then, he collapsed on top of Sidney, their sweaty bodies molding together like puzzle pieces.
As they rested on the bed, attempting to maintain a healthy pace of breath, Sidney acknowledged just how warmer it was in the room, and how madly she and her boyfriend were in love.
"Please," Sidney breathed.
"Please promise that we can do that again soon."
Laughing lightly, Billy replied, "You're a little horndog, aren't you?"
"I think you're rubbing off on me."
"Maybe." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Come on, let's get dressed and rejoin the party."
"Okay." As they lurched their bodies up from the bed, Sidney mused on the subject of her boyfriend, watching him grab his jeans from the pile of discarded clothing they had made on the bedroom floor.
This young man who had just made love to her: how could she, in any given case, think him to be a killer? There was no reason to fear him.