The Principles of Lust- Chapter 6
Title: The Principless of Lust- Chapter 6
Author: ardvari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ansgar/Lydia
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Prompts: Car, sunglasses
For: maggie
A/N: Oh, the old timer...
The Principles of Lust
***
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. ~Albert Einstein
The old car gleamed in the sunlight, polished to perfection to reflect the scenery all around. Lydia stood beside the passenger door, trying to tuck a strand of errant blonde hair back into her ponytail. She heard the gravel crunching behind her and turned to watch Ansgar walk over to her.
Decidedly relaxed, he smirked at her, jingling the keys he held in his hand.
“Ready?” he asked, unlocking the door for her.
“Always,” she smiled, pushing a pair of dark sunglasses onto her nose.
The leather seat creaked when she sank into it, the scent of old leather lingering on the warm air. She smiled as the car roared to life, so unlike Ansgar’s purring Mercedes. It shuddered violently, shaking out all of its kinks the way dragons must do after a long sleep.
Rolling down her window, she let the wind push against her hand, letting it dip and dive past houses and hills. She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze sweep the hair away from her forehead.
Ansgar took her hand, placed it on the stick shift with his own covering hers. She watched as he shifted, his hand holding hers in place, throwing her a sideways grin. It was odd, the things he sometimes did, seeming so unlike anything she’d imagined he’d do that they left her breathless.
The sun high above followed them as they left the castle and Düsseldorf far behind, driving out into a stretch of land composed of hills and trees and not much else.
“Where are we going?” she asked, feeling silly because one of them always seemed to ask that question.
He shook his head, his eyes sparkling wickedly. He wasn’t going to tell her; just the way she never told him where they were going when she wanted to surprise him.
Truth be told, he had no idea where he’d be taking her, just hadn’t wanted to spend yet another Sunday at the castle with his family. How he hated them…
Shaking those thoughts off, he concentrated instead of the way her hand felt beneath his on the stick shift, how she had somehow managed to hook her thumb and index finger around his pinkie in an attempt to hold his hand.
When he stopped at a red light, she leaned over, pulling him closer by the collar until his lips met hers. Sliding her lips against his while she struggled against the seat belt’s restraint, she wondered if anybody had ever had sex in this car, if, along with its history, it also had somebody else’s love imprinted in its seats.
The light turned green much too fast, forcing her to drop back into her own seat, fully turned towards him with her back against the door. His face was flushed; his eyes dark and stormy as he pulled off the main road, followed a path full of ruts and potholes through a bunch of corn fields, their stalks tall enough to hide the car from view.
She watched him, a smile playing around her lips as the car bounced from rut to rut, leaving a trail of dust behind as he pulled in between two corn fields, a labyrinth of green closing in on them on either side.
He turned off the car, listening to the motor clicking and hissing, cooling down from this drive along a road it had most definitely not been built for.
“Have you ever watched Titanic?” she asked, giggling when he threw her an exasperated look, one hand still on the steering wheel.
Snapping open her seat belt, she leaned over, half climbing over the stick shift to kiss him again, slower this time, letting her lips linger on his for a moment. Pushing her jacket off her shoulders, she climbed out of the car, her feet sinking down a little in the loose dirt around the corn. She kicked off her shoes before she climbed into the back seat, pulling off her thin sweater in the cramped space. It landed on the floor, half under the passenger seat.
“Are you just gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna come back here?” she finally asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He took a deep breath, realizing he’d apparently been holding his breath while he’d watched her shimmy out of her sweater. Scrambling out of his seat, he pushed open his door, bending a bunch of corn stalks to the side as he shrugged off the ever-present suit jacket, pulled off his belt and his shoes.
Grinning one of her wicked little grins, she had reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. The leather seat squeaked under their combined weight, one of her legs sliding up the back of the bench so her foot could hook around the top.
He leaned down to kiss her, bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off her.
“Kinda tight back here,” he mumbled against her lips, feeling her chuckling against him.
She smiled against his lips, pushing off his shirt, glad that he had decided against wearing a tie today. Kissing the skin just above the edge of her bra, he fumbled with her skirt, fingers skimming along the edge of it to find the elusive button.
“Just… push it up,” she said, voice husky, full of expectant shivers.
He stared at her, trying to read her thoughts as she pushed off his pants and boxers, leaving him to balance on top of her entirely naked. Batting his hands away, she hiked up her skirt, pushing off her underwear herself, winking at him when she let her leg slide up his thigh, coaxing him closer.
She watched as his eyes grew even darker, his entire body tense, when she wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him down on top of her while she guided him into her with the other hand.
Swallowing his moan with a kiss, she pushed her hips up against his, meeting his thrusts half way, helping him as they found their rhythm, as they forgot that they were out on a public road, wedged between two corn field in the back of an old timer.
Hands on his back, she stroked his skin, drawing urgent circles and wayward designs to make his nerve endings catch on fire.
With parted lips, she sighed gently, warm breath fanning out across his skin. He buried his nose in the spot where her neck met her shoulder, taking deep breaths of her sweet scent, kissing the sensitive skin that would bruise if he sucked it into his mouth.
“Love you… so much,” she whispered, her breath hitching in her throat as the air around them grew warmer.
Even if somebody had walked by outside, even if somebody had seen them, they wouldn’t have noticed the looks, the grins, the potential outrage at having sex in a public place.
He could feel her movements growing faster, sloppier, needier as she grew closer to her orgasm, could feel her fingers digging into his back.
Driving her close to the edge, he hesitated, waited for her to open her eyes. Out of focus, her eyes looked like melted chocolate, the dark kind with the potential to be bitter lingering under all that sweetness.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips rocking against his.
He smiled, captured her lips as he pushed into her, watching her world explode, feeling her crumbling all around him. Following her down, he finally let himself collapse on top of her, covering her with his weight to smother her shivers.
Basking in the heat of their afterglow, she laced her fingers through his, stroking along the edge of his index finger with her thumb.
“Love you, too,” he whispered into her ear, her hair tickling his face.
Author: ardvari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ansgar/Lydia
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Prompts: Car, sunglasses
For: maggie
A/N: Oh, the old timer...
The Principles of Lust
***
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. ~Albert Einstein
The old car gleamed in the sunlight, polished to perfection to reflect the scenery all around. Lydia stood beside the passenger door, trying to tuck a strand of errant blonde hair back into her ponytail. She heard the gravel crunching behind her and turned to watch Ansgar walk over to her.
Decidedly relaxed, he smirked at her, jingling the keys he held in his hand.
“Ready?” he asked, unlocking the door for her.
“Always,” she smiled, pushing a pair of dark sunglasses onto her nose.
The leather seat creaked when she sank into it, the scent of old leather lingering on the warm air. She smiled as the car roared to life, so unlike Ansgar’s purring Mercedes. It shuddered violently, shaking out all of its kinks the way dragons must do after a long sleep.
Rolling down her window, she let the wind push against her hand, letting it dip and dive past houses and hills. She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze sweep the hair away from her forehead.
Ansgar took her hand, placed it on the stick shift with his own covering hers. She watched as he shifted, his hand holding hers in place, throwing her a sideways grin. It was odd, the things he sometimes did, seeming so unlike anything she’d imagined he’d do that they left her breathless.
The sun high above followed them as they left the castle and Düsseldorf far behind, driving out into a stretch of land composed of hills and trees and not much else.
“Where are we going?” she asked, feeling silly because one of them always seemed to ask that question.
He shook his head, his eyes sparkling wickedly. He wasn’t going to tell her; just the way she never told him where they were going when she wanted to surprise him.
Truth be told, he had no idea where he’d be taking her, just hadn’t wanted to spend yet another Sunday at the castle with his family. How he hated them…
Shaking those thoughts off, he concentrated instead of the way her hand felt beneath his on the stick shift, how she had somehow managed to hook her thumb and index finger around his pinkie in an attempt to hold his hand.
When he stopped at a red light, she leaned over, pulling him closer by the collar until his lips met hers. Sliding her lips against his while she struggled against the seat belt’s restraint, she wondered if anybody had ever had sex in this car, if, along with its history, it also had somebody else’s love imprinted in its seats.
The light turned green much too fast, forcing her to drop back into her own seat, fully turned towards him with her back against the door. His face was flushed; his eyes dark and stormy as he pulled off the main road, followed a path full of ruts and potholes through a bunch of corn fields, their stalks tall enough to hide the car from view.
She watched him, a smile playing around her lips as the car bounced from rut to rut, leaving a trail of dust behind as he pulled in between two corn fields, a labyrinth of green closing in on them on either side.
He turned off the car, listening to the motor clicking and hissing, cooling down from this drive along a road it had most definitely not been built for.
“Have you ever watched Titanic?” she asked, giggling when he threw her an exasperated look, one hand still on the steering wheel.
Snapping open her seat belt, she leaned over, half climbing over the stick shift to kiss him again, slower this time, letting her lips linger on his for a moment. Pushing her jacket off her shoulders, she climbed out of the car, her feet sinking down a little in the loose dirt around the corn. She kicked off her shoes before she climbed into the back seat, pulling off her thin sweater in the cramped space. It landed on the floor, half under the passenger seat.
“Are you just gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna come back here?” she finally asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He took a deep breath, realizing he’d apparently been holding his breath while he’d watched her shimmy out of her sweater. Scrambling out of his seat, he pushed open his door, bending a bunch of corn stalks to the side as he shrugged off the ever-present suit jacket, pulled off his belt and his shoes.
Grinning one of her wicked little grins, she had reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. The leather seat squeaked under their combined weight, one of her legs sliding up the back of the bench so her foot could hook around the top.
He leaned down to kiss her, bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off her.
“Kinda tight back here,” he mumbled against her lips, feeling her chuckling against him.
She smiled against his lips, pushing off his shirt, glad that he had decided against wearing a tie today. Kissing the skin just above the edge of her bra, he fumbled with her skirt, fingers skimming along the edge of it to find the elusive button.
“Just… push it up,” she said, voice husky, full of expectant shivers.
He stared at her, trying to read her thoughts as she pushed off his pants and boxers, leaving him to balance on top of her entirely naked. Batting his hands away, she hiked up her skirt, pushing off her underwear herself, winking at him when she let her leg slide up his thigh, coaxing him closer.
She watched as his eyes grew even darker, his entire body tense, when she wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him down on top of her while she guided him into her with the other hand.
Swallowing his moan with a kiss, she pushed her hips up against his, meeting his thrusts half way, helping him as they found their rhythm, as they forgot that they were out on a public road, wedged between two corn field in the back of an old timer.
Hands on his back, she stroked his skin, drawing urgent circles and wayward designs to make his nerve endings catch on fire.
With parted lips, she sighed gently, warm breath fanning out across his skin. He buried his nose in the spot where her neck met her shoulder, taking deep breaths of her sweet scent, kissing the sensitive skin that would bruise if he sucked it into his mouth.
“Love you… so much,” she whispered, her breath hitching in her throat as the air around them grew warmer.
Even if somebody had walked by outside, even if somebody had seen them, they wouldn’t have noticed the looks, the grins, the potential outrage at having sex in a public place.
He could feel her movements growing faster, sloppier, needier as she grew closer to her orgasm, could feel her fingers digging into his back.
Driving her close to the edge, he hesitated, waited for her to open her eyes. Out of focus, her eyes looked like melted chocolate, the dark kind with the potential to be bitter lingering under all that sweetness.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips rocking against his.
He smiled, captured her lips as he pushed into her, watching her world explode, feeling her crumbling all around him. Following her down, he finally let himself collapse on top of her, covering her with his weight to smother her shivers.
Basking in the heat of their afterglow, she laced her fingers through his, stroking along the edge of his index finger with her thumb.
“Love you, too,” he whispered into her ear, her hair tickling his face.