H/D drabbles for drabbles100
“Listen to me, I need you to stay awake” he said, his voice full of urgency as he watched her eyes close again; “What’s your name? Where are you from” he looked over the gentle swell of her stomach and wondered where the father was, wondered how she had found herself here.
He lifted his eyes as she murmured a little, wetting her lips as if to speak;
“Dawna…Heath” her voice was rough, disorientated but there - he wanted to keep it that way.
“My name is Doctor Henry Jekyll, Dawna, you’re safe now, I’m going to take you home”
He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her to him, his head resting on her shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her neck tenderly; “Good morning” he murmured against her skin with a small smile.
“Good morning, lover” she said softly, turning her head slightly to look at him. He watched as she yawned and pressed another kiss to her neck; “Come back to bed?”
She laughed softly; “Insatiable” she teased, turning around in his arms and kissing him fully and deeply, moaning softly
“Maybe, but it’s all your fault” he smirked, leading her up the stairs.
The doorbell chimed, Dawna lifted her head from cleaning the kitchen and frowned deeply. She glanced at her watch - she was pretty sure Henry wasn’t due back for another 3 hours. Had something happened with the children? She felt a stab of panic as she made her way out of the kitchen and towards the door. She felt her breath catch as she opened the door;
“Mrs Dawna Jekyll?” asked the delivery man.
“Yes…” she said, quite confused.
“These are for you” he said, handing her the bouquet of deep red roses and with a nod turned and left.
The sun poked through the window and he watched it cross the room. He was brought out of his thoughts as he felt his wife stir and moan softly, and he felt eyes on him; “Okay?” she asked sleepily, but even that couldn’t stop the worry that was carried out in her tone.
“M’fine, my love” he replied softly and he smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, resting her head on his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
“Try and sleep?”
“I’ll try…” he said obediently, closing his eyes and forcing himself to try and relax.
He moaned deeply, a strong shiver passing through his body as she kissed lower, punctuating each swipe of her tongue with the bite of teeth, her nails tracing the patterns afterward, leaving faint red marks he knew would get deeper later;
“Please, Dawna…” he moaned, arching his hips up towards her, already painfully hard.
“Patience…” she said softly, kissing even lower, purposely missing where he needed her the most.
He hissed as she wrapped her hand around him, and his hips moved upwards again of their own accord, another deep moan escaping him. Her movements were slow, far too slow.