A Smutlet for Your Pleasure
Title: None
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual scenes and vampire themes
Word Count: 633
Disclaimer: Silver Pictures owns Moonlight. I just love it and play with the characters. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note:This little scene between Mick and Beth was written as Moonlightline was crashing and burning around us. I wrote it in response to a gorgeous little smut-drabble by redwinter101, and it is dedicated to her with love.
I wake, tangled in sheets, to feel the weight of his arm across my chest. Dead weight, you might say-and indeed, when he’s sleeping it’s as if he were really dead. No breath, no heartbeat. He’s not completely cold, because his body is the temperature of his environment and I’m nestled into the curve of his body; but sleeping with a vampire does take a little getting used to.
As soon as I move, he wakes, inhaling sharply-his “taking stock” breath, checking out what’s going on around him. Then he hugs me close and nuzzles my neck.
“You’re so warm,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Mmm-hmm.” I slip my thigh between his, pressing against him, warming his coolness with my heat. My hands gently urge him onto his back, my body on his, my breasts against his chest, my lips against his neck now. Kissing, licking, and then biting-hard. Immediately he tilts his head, baring his neck to me. I suck the pulse point, my tongue pushing rhythmically against his skin, my hips rocking against his thigh in time with the sucking. I break blood vessels beneath his skin, but he heals, to bruise and heal again. The biting-what does it do to him? Is it vampire foreplay? I hear a sound like a snarl and I know he’s changed.
He warms, arises, firms as he lies beneath me, responsive to my blunt teeth, my dry sucking. I feel him erect against my groin and belly and lift myself to straddle him, still licking and kissing his neck. He grasps his cock and guides it into me, and I sink down, taking him within me, moaning my pleasure against his neck.
Wordless, he grasps my hips and thrusts into me, filling me. His clever fingers play in the nest of curls between us, slipping inside me to tantalize my clit.
It’s almost too much; I gasp in shocked pleasure and begin to sit up, but he pulls my head back to his neck and I bite him again. He groans, almost a growl, and begins to pump his hips. I’m sucking his neck in rhythm with his pounding, my breasts crushed against his chest.
Finally my breathing gets so ragged I can’t maintain suction any more. Panting and moaning, I nip him sharply and pinch his nipples as hard as I can.
Roaring his passion, shuddering, he erupts into me. I feel his fangs against my neck and then the rapturous pain of the bite. Waves of pleasure crash through me as he drinks my blood and gently pinches my clit. I realize that I’m gasping "I love you, I love you, I love you" as he rocks against me...and tears are falling from my eyes. He kisses my cheeks, drinking my tears.
Clinging together, we rock together as the waves ebb. He kisses and licks the wounds on my neck, those badges of his love.
The world seems to have contracted to the sensations of Mick holding me, filling me, breathing into my hair. I shut my eyes tight and groove on the bliss and the feeling of closeness; and then I kiss his lips, tasting my blood and tears. He kisses me again and again, murmuring, “I love you, sweetheart...I love you.”
I don’t want this to end. “Don’t leave me,” I say, smiling into his beautiful face.
“Of course I won’t,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”
“No...I meant, don’t withdraw from me. I want you inside me, Mick.”
He smiles, his beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, so that’s what you meant,” he says. He grasps me tightly around the waist and flips me over onto my back, then gently lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. “No fear of that...this thrill ride has barely started.”
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Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual scenes and vampire themes
Word Count: 633
Disclaimer: Silver Pictures owns Moonlight. I just love it and play with the characters. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note:This little scene between Mick and Beth was written as Moonlightline was crashing and burning around us. I wrote it in response to a gorgeous little smut-drabble by redwinter101, and it is dedicated to her with love.
I wake, tangled in sheets, to feel the weight of his arm across my chest. Dead weight, you might say-and indeed, when he’s sleeping it’s as if he were really dead. No breath, no heartbeat. He’s not completely cold, because his body is the temperature of his environment and I’m nestled into the curve of his body; but sleeping with a vampire does take a little getting used to.
As soon as I move, he wakes, inhaling sharply-his “taking stock” breath, checking out what’s going on around him. Then he hugs me close and nuzzles my neck.
“You’re so warm,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Mmm-hmm.” I slip my thigh between his, pressing against him, warming his coolness with my heat. My hands gently urge him onto his back, my body on his, my breasts against his chest, my lips against his neck now. Kissing, licking, and then biting-hard. Immediately he tilts his head, baring his neck to me. I suck the pulse point, my tongue pushing rhythmically against his skin, my hips rocking against his thigh in time with the sucking. I break blood vessels beneath his skin, but he heals, to bruise and heal again. The biting-what does it do to him? Is it vampire foreplay? I hear a sound like a snarl and I know he’s changed.
He warms, arises, firms as he lies beneath me, responsive to my blunt teeth, my dry sucking. I feel him erect against my groin and belly and lift myself to straddle him, still licking and kissing his neck. He grasps his cock and guides it into me, and I sink down, taking him within me, moaning my pleasure against his neck.
Wordless, he grasps my hips and thrusts into me, filling me. His clever fingers play in the nest of curls between us, slipping inside me to tantalize my clit.
It’s almost too much; I gasp in shocked pleasure and begin to sit up, but he pulls my head back to his neck and I bite him again. He groans, almost a growl, and begins to pump his hips. I’m sucking his neck in rhythm with his pounding, my breasts crushed against his chest.
Finally my breathing gets so ragged I can’t maintain suction any more. Panting and moaning, I nip him sharply and pinch his nipples as hard as I can.
Roaring his passion, shuddering, he erupts into me. I feel his fangs against my neck and then the rapturous pain of the bite. Waves of pleasure crash through me as he drinks my blood and gently pinches my clit. I realize that I’m gasping "I love you, I love you, I love you" as he rocks against me...and tears are falling from my eyes. He kisses my cheeks, drinking my tears.
Clinging together, we rock together as the waves ebb. He kisses and licks the wounds on my neck, those badges of his love.
The world seems to have contracted to the sensations of Mick holding me, filling me, breathing into my hair. I shut my eyes tight and groove on the bliss and the feeling of closeness; and then I kiss his lips, tasting my blood and tears. He kisses me again and again, murmuring, “I love you, sweetheart...I love you.”
I don’t want this to end. “Don’t leave me,” I say, smiling into his beautiful face.
“Of course I won’t,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”
“No...I meant, don’t withdraw from me. I want you inside me, Mick.”
He smiles, his beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, so that’s what you meant,” he says. He grasps me tightly around the waist and flips me over onto my back, then gently lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. “No fear of that...this thrill ride has barely started.”
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