consumed with what's to transpire [Arthur/Eames, Inception, NC-17] 4/4sometimesalwaysDecember 6 2010, 02:59:39 UTC
He’s kind of suffocating you now and your stomach is a mess and you’re feeling claustrophobic. You’re about to shove him away; after all, this is a king size bed, but he moves first. Down your body, and, jesus christ, he laps at your skin, licking you clean.
“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Eames.”
He kisses your stomach, tenderly, and it makes you take pause for a second, before he looks up at you again, through hooded eyes. “Have I impressed you again, darling?’ His tone is dry and you snort.
“No comment,” you grin.
He drags his tongue and lower lip up your body, never taking his eyes off you, and your belly quivers. “What if I make out with you until I’m ready to fuck you ... would that surprise you?”
It rather would, actually. You assumed Eames would either fall asleep or take a shower, or both. Eames wanting to still kiss and touch you right away wasn’t something you calculated.
He’s hovering over your face now, and you reach out to touch lips that put Angelina Jolie to shame. “Only if you don’t do it,” you reply, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
He looks down at you, eyes clear, and leans in slowly. Your lips part in anticipation and when his lips descend, the kiss is soft, gentle, and fucking incredible. You close your eyes and sigh into it.
“Oh, I’ll do this and so much more,” and then Eames takes your mouth again, and kisses you so languidly and sensually that you realize you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this man and honestly don’t care. You wrap your arms around his back, angling your face upward, and decide to lose yourself in something tangible.
You can feel him smile against your lips as if he knows. Then again, he probably does.
“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Eames.”
He kisses your stomach, tenderly, and it makes you take pause for a second, before he looks up at you again, through hooded eyes. “Have I impressed you again, darling?’ His tone is dry and you snort.
“No comment,” you grin.
He drags his tongue and lower lip up your body, never taking his eyes off you, and your belly quivers. “What if I make out with you until I’m ready to fuck you ... would that surprise you?”
It rather would, actually. You assumed Eames would either fall asleep or take a shower, or both. Eames wanting to still kiss and touch you right away wasn’t something you calculated.
He’s hovering over your face now, and you reach out to touch lips that put Angelina Jolie to shame. “Only if you don’t do it,” you reply, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
He looks down at you, eyes clear, and leans in slowly. Your lips part in anticipation and when his lips descend, the kiss is soft, gentle, and fucking incredible. You close your eyes and sigh into it.
“Oh, I’ll do this and so much more,” and then Eames takes your mouth again, and kisses you so languidly and sensually that you realize you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this man and honestly don’t care. You wrap your arms around his back, angling your face upward, and decide to lose yourself in something tangible.
You can feel him smile against your lips as if he knows. Then again, he probably does.
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And so long and hot, too. Well done!
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guh, this was SO DELICIOUS. YUM YUM.
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