Fic: Love is a Hunger
Title: Love is a Hunger
'Verse: 2007 Movie
Pairing: Will Lennox/Sarah Lennox
Rating: MA
Warnings: NSFW
Summary: Separation is hard on them both. They are stronger together, and coming home makes it worth the wait. One-shot, Will and Sarah.
Love is a Hunger
Sometimes, Sarah wanted it rough. She needed it. Needed to know just how much Will missed her. The frustrated desire that kept her awake nights during his deployments, did he feel it too?
Clothes already shed in that first urgent rush, they didn't even make it into the bedroom. Will growled, his arms locked around her and lifted, pinning her to the wall by the stairs, freeing a hand to guide himself in.
Sarah is nothing but encouraging, from the arch of her body into his, the clutch at broad shoulders, the shift and roll of her hips to accommodate him. She moans with his first, hard thrust, pressing lips to his neck, whispering in his ear instead of to a monitor screen or her pillow, "God, I've missed you so much, Will."
Will's groan is heartfelt, "I've missed you too, baby."
She can feel the tremble that courses through him. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, she bucks against him as he grips her tight and rides her hard. The grind of his hips against hers, damp skin sliding, heat on heat; her nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, urging him on.
Will lowers his head, teeth catching the tender lobe of her ear to nip and suck. "Mine," he growls. His low voice in her ear tells her that she, and only she, is exactly what he wants and needs right now, making her feel more deeply desired than anything she's ever known.
His voice, that word, sends her over the edge. "Will!" she cries out, panting, her body clenching around him. He groans her name and his breathing shallows, his arms tightening, his weight pressing her against the wall. Sarah sobs and strains close, feeling the rhythmic thrust and slide within her slow and become erratic. Too many nights, and god knows how many times she has slumped in the shower, or in the big bed, exhausted from orgasm, heat in her belly, but empty inside because Will wasn't there, and she was alone.
She needs this. She needs him.
Later, he will be passionately romantic, exquisitely tender. He will pet and pamper and cherish her, showering her with affection and caresses. He will call her his lady, his queen, and treat her like one, too, and she will eat it all up, starved for his presence and the simplest touches that show her his love and his caring more than words ever could.
But for now she needs him just like this, rough and hungry, urgent with pent-up desire and that same desperate longing she feels, the urge to take and touch and reclaim so strong it's a physical pain.
Will's cry is choked, but his release is no less profound. He grinds into her for endless moments before slowing, muscles shuddering from strain. His head drops to her shoulder, then lifts for her kiss. They're both panting, they can't hold it for long, settling instead for trading warm breath and soft nuzzles and murmurs of love against overheated skin until his head lowers again, and he rests against her.
They are both spent. Will eases back, trailing soft kisses over her shoulder as he goes. His sigh is deep.
She is his, his center, his strength, his refuge. Sarah knows this. He is hers, too. He leans into her and she holds him close, pressing lips to his chest, just over his heart.
Her husband is home at last.
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A/N: Thank you to my beta, ladydragon76 and to spacegarden for the good advice. ♥
'Verse: 2007 Movie
Pairing: Will Lennox/Sarah Lennox
Rating: MA
Warnings: NSFW
Summary: Separation is hard on them both. They are stronger together, and coming home makes it worth the wait. One-shot, Will and Sarah.
Love is a Hunger
Sometimes, Sarah wanted it rough. She needed it. Needed to know just how much Will missed her. The frustrated desire that kept her awake nights during his deployments, did he feel it too?
Clothes already shed in that first urgent rush, they didn't even make it into the bedroom. Will growled, his arms locked around her and lifted, pinning her to the wall by the stairs, freeing a hand to guide himself in.
Sarah is nothing but encouraging, from the arch of her body into his, the clutch at broad shoulders, the shift and roll of her hips to accommodate him. She moans with his first, hard thrust, pressing lips to his neck, whispering in his ear instead of to a monitor screen or her pillow, "God, I've missed you so much, Will."
Will's groan is heartfelt, "I've missed you too, baby."
She can feel the tremble that courses through him. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, she bucks against him as he grips her tight and rides her hard. The grind of his hips against hers, damp skin sliding, heat on heat; her nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, urging him on.
Will lowers his head, teeth catching the tender lobe of her ear to nip and suck. "Mine," he growls. His low voice in her ear tells her that she, and only she, is exactly what he wants and needs right now, making her feel more deeply desired than anything she's ever known.
His voice, that word, sends her over the edge. "Will!" she cries out, panting, her body clenching around him. He groans her name and his breathing shallows, his arms tightening, his weight pressing her against the wall. Sarah sobs and strains close, feeling the rhythmic thrust and slide within her slow and become erratic. Too many nights, and god knows how many times she has slumped in the shower, or in the big bed, exhausted from orgasm, heat in her belly, but empty inside because Will wasn't there, and she was alone.
She needs this. She needs him.
Later, he will be passionately romantic, exquisitely tender. He will pet and pamper and cherish her, showering her with affection and caresses. He will call her his lady, his queen, and treat her like one, too, and she will eat it all up, starved for his presence and the simplest touches that show her his love and his caring more than words ever could.
But for now she needs him just like this, rough and hungry, urgent with pent-up desire and that same desperate longing she feels, the urge to take and touch and reclaim so strong it's a physical pain.
Will's cry is choked, but his release is no less profound. He grinds into her for endless moments before slowing, muscles shuddering from strain. His head drops to her shoulder, then lifts for her kiss. They're both panting, they can't hold it for long, settling instead for trading warm breath and soft nuzzles and murmurs of love against overheated skin until his head lowers again, and he rests against her.
They are both spent. Will eases back, trailing soft kisses over her shoulder as he goes. His sigh is deep.
She is his, his center, his strength, his refuge. Sarah knows this. He is hers, too. He leans into her and she holds him close, pressing lips to his chest, just over his heart.
Her husband is home at last.
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A/N: Thank you to my beta, ladydragon76 and to spacegarden for the good advice. ♥