Depths of the Imagination (Threefold Element)
Title: Depths of the Imagination
Author: beloved_voices
Fandom: Threefold Element
Claim Focus: General Cast - Karen, Lucas
Theme: If
Disclaimer: Threefold Element is my own creation, and is copyright me.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Notes: m/f relationships, graphic sex, masturbation
There's no fear when she sees him outside her window, their eyes locking and holding. Nevermind the bar, nevermind the fact that she thought him a stalker. Something within her relaxes when she sees him out there, shoulders hunched and head dropped down to stare at his shoes. And then he looks up, and their eyes meet, and she knows within her very being that something is very wrong with him. Her hand lifts, touching the glass of her window as she continues to watch. She wonders what it would be like with him, standing before him and touching his chest as she touches the window. When he finally walks away, she ducks back into her apartment, moving to lay on the bed, her sheer nightgown drawn up to pool around her thighs.
'Karen,' he says, in that honey-sweet voice that trickles over her like deliciously faint touches. She likes that voice more than she can really bear to admit, enjoys the way it almost has a touch of its own as it slips under her gown, teasing over sensitive skin. Her legs part a little more, heat gathering at her center as a slender hand lifts to her breast, imitating the audial bliss. A shaking, shuddering breath accompanies the teasing, so heavy that it surprises her with her need.
Her hand slides over one covered breast, lost in her mental fantasy as she teases her body to life. The nipples tighten, scraping lightly against the satiny fabric of her gown, and she claws it away, needing skin on skin. Another hand glides down, dipping beneath her drawn-up hem to tease over damp lips, legs spreading farther. It would take so little...
He bends, watching her center as his fingers slide slowly over it before he can no longer resist. His head dips in, tongue flicking out to taste the small kernal of sensation. She arches, hard, and he smiles at that, sliding an arm under her hips to keep them up as he leans in again, licking slowly over her clitoris. It occurs to her belatedly that she doesn't yet know his name, the oversight frustrating because she wants to scream it loudly, to spur him on. And even as she opens her mouth to ask, he slips a finger within her, derailing her thoughts with pleasure.
Her fingers know the way perfectly, glide over the inner moisture for a few seconds before finally finding her clit and teasing it awake. She circles it, rubbing lightly while her body responds to the mental images she's playing. His face looks delicious when it's tender, leaving her to wonder whether it would look so good in truth. Even as she thinks of that, her middle finger slides down, dipping just inside herself.
He's harder now, ready for her as his fingers slowly slide in and out of her, stretching her a little but mostly keeping her good and wet and in the mood. Her hips lift with his encouragement, and he finally fits himself in, so slowly that she can feel every single change as he slips inside. She likes the way her body screams out with pleasure at the weight on her, her hips pumping against his eagerly.
Her hand disappears between her legs, three fingers driving into her as deep as they can manage. She bucks hard, knowing she can't stand much more of the delicious games and wanting desperately to give in. Her fingers bury deep within her, her climax so hard she loses consciousness. When she comes to a moment later, her hand is wet with her own fluids and her body is tingling. Thoughts of him have vanished, but there remains, deep in her heart, a need to see him again.
Author: beloved_voices
Fandom: Threefold Element
Claim Focus: General Cast - Karen, Lucas
Theme: If
Disclaimer: Threefold Element is my own creation, and is copyright me.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Notes: m/f relationships, graphic sex, masturbation
There's no fear when she sees him outside her window, their eyes locking and holding. Nevermind the bar, nevermind the fact that she thought him a stalker. Something within her relaxes when she sees him out there, shoulders hunched and head dropped down to stare at his shoes. And then he looks up, and their eyes meet, and she knows within her very being that something is very wrong with him. Her hand lifts, touching the glass of her window as she continues to watch. She wonders what it would be like with him, standing before him and touching his chest as she touches the window. When he finally walks away, she ducks back into her apartment, moving to lay on the bed, her sheer nightgown drawn up to pool around her thighs.
'Karen,' he says, in that honey-sweet voice that trickles over her like deliciously faint touches. She likes that voice more than she can really bear to admit, enjoys the way it almost has a touch of its own as it slips under her gown, teasing over sensitive skin. Her legs part a little more, heat gathering at her center as a slender hand lifts to her breast, imitating the audial bliss. A shaking, shuddering breath accompanies the teasing, so heavy that it surprises her with her need.
Her hand slides over one covered breast, lost in her mental fantasy as she teases her body to life. The nipples tighten, scraping lightly against the satiny fabric of her gown, and she claws it away, needing skin on skin. Another hand glides down, dipping beneath her drawn-up hem to tease over damp lips, legs spreading farther. It would take so little...
He bends, watching her center as his fingers slide slowly over it before he can no longer resist. His head dips in, tongue flicking out to taste the small kernal of sensation. She arches, hard, and he smiles at that, sliding an arm under her hips to keep them up as he leans in again, licking slowly over her clitoris. It occurs to her belatedly that she doesn't yet know his name, the oversight frustrating because she wants to scream it loudly, to spur him on. And even as she opens her mouth to ask, he slips a finger within her, derailing her thoughts with pleasure.
Her fingers know the way perfectly, glide over the inner moisture for a few seconds before finally finding her clit and teasing it awake. She circles it, rubbing lightly while her body responds to the mental images she's playing. His face looks delicious when it's tender, leaving her to wonder whether it would look so good in truth. Even as she thinks of that, her middle finger slides down, dipping just inside herself.
He's harder now, ready for her as his fingers slowly slide in and out of her, stretching her a little but mostly keeping her good and wet and in the mood. Her hips lift with his encouragement, and he finally fits himself in, so slowly that she can feel every single change as he slips inside. She likes the way her body screams out with pleasure at the weight on her, her hips pumping against his eagerly.
Her hand disappears between her legs, three fingers driving into her as deep as they can manage. She bucks hard, knowing she can't stand much more of the delicious games and wanting desperately to give in. Her fingers bury deep within her, her climax so hard she loses consciousness. When she comes to a moment later, her hand is wet with her own fluids and her body is tingling. Thoughts of him have vanished, but there remains, deep in her heart, a need to see him again.