Happy birthday, Nixmom!
Title: An Euphoria Eases My Defeat
Author: Aussie
Rated: Mild M
(300) words of smut for Nixmom’s birthday
Because my other fic has no smut, I felt guilty. Everyone needs smut on their birthday, right?! This is a sequel to A Serenity Precedes My Love and perhaps an explanation for that missing clothing we talked about on about_time
Bill’s very overdressed.
Apparently he’s at least taken his boots off at the hatch. I quickly also dispense with his socks. His bare feet remind me of the first time I saw him truly relaxed. He was such a gentleman that night.
“You’re always a gentleman,” I correct myself out loud, kissing the tip of his chin before I remove his tunic.
Next, I manoeuvre his tanks up and over his head, all without disturbing his reading glasses or his narration. Not that I have any idea what he is saying. The raspy huskiness of his voice spreads warmth throughout my body nevertheless.
I let my fingers follow the jagged line of his scar. I imagine how different my life would be if he hadn’t survived Boomer’s bullets; my heart would have remained as empty as it had been before the attacks.
Impatient, I unbuckle his belt and strip his pants and boxers off before flinging both in the general direction of where his other clothes have landed, near the brown armchair.
I’ve spent many hours exploring the lines of his face while sharing his rack. His grumbles as I do always make me laugh. Slowly, I kiss all the other skin he’s hidden from me until now, luxuriating in his earthy male scent.
A sob catches in my throat when I thread my fingers through the patch of thick hair that surrounds his growing arousal. As if reading my mind, Bill’s thumb brushes sexily across my so-bare pubic mound, tantalising and reassuring me at the same time.
I pluck the book out of his hands and the glasses from his head, carefully placing both on the shelf above my rack. His mock glare at this point makes me smile, a smile that remains for the rest of the night.
Author: Aussie
Rated: Mild M
(300) words of smut for Nixmom’s birthday
Because my other fic has no smut, I felt guilty. Everyone needs smut on their birthday, right?! This is a sequel to A Serenity Precedes My Love and perhaps an explanation for that missing clothing we talked about on about_time
Bill’s very overdressed.
Apparently he’s at least taken his boots off at the hatch. I quickly also dispense with his socks. His bare feet remind me of the first time I saw him truly relaxed. He was such a gentleman that night.
“You’re always a gentleman,” I correct myself out loud, kissing the tip of his chin before I remove his tunic.
Next, I manoeuvre his tanks up and over his head, all without disturbing his reading glasses or his narration. Not that I have any idea what he is saying. The raspy huskiness of his voice spreads warmth throughout my body nevertheless.
I let my fingers follow the jagged line of his scar. I imagine how different my life would be if he hadn’t survived Boomer’s bullets; my heart would have remained as empty as it had been before the attacks.
Impatient, I unbuckle his belt and strip his pants and boxers off before flinging both in the general direction of where his other clothes have landed, near the brown armchair.
I’ve spent many hours exploring the lines of his face while sharing his rack. His grumbles as I do always make me laugh. Slowly, I kiss all the other skin he’s hidden from me until now, luxuriating in his earthy male scent.
A sob catches in my throat when I thread my fingers through the patch of thick hair that surrounds his growing arousal. As if reading my mind, Bill’s thumb brushes sexily across my so-bare pubic mound, tantalising and reassuring me at the same time.
I pluck the book out of his hands and the glasses from his head, carefully placing both on the shelf above my rack. His mock glare at this point makes me smile, a smile that remains for the rest of the night.