Drabble: Loud
Title: Loud
Category: Terra Nova
Ship: Skye/Carter
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 220
Summary: Morning After
Skye hums happily as Carter pulls her closer to him, she can feel every inch of his body along her back.
“Morning,” he mutters into the crook of her neck, his scruffy face tickling her skin until she laughs and she can feel him smiling at her reaction. “Are you sore?”
Skye opens her eyes widely at the question, turning her head quickly to meet his eyes, blushing as a slow teasing smile breaks over his face and his dark eyes twinkle with his amusement.
“I didn’t mean here,” he whispers leaning closer to touch her lips with his, his hand which has trailed down her front parts her thighs with skilled fingers. He lets out a sound of approval as a single finger touches her already wet core.
“I meant your throat,” he tries to say with a serious face but it cracks at her confused expression. Why would her throat be sore? “Cause you were loud, last night.”
He laughs loudly as she shoves his shoulder trying to push away from him, not bothered by her reaction. “Carter! Oh God yes! I’m flattered Princess, but I’ve told you before you don’t need to address me with such a formal title.”
“Jackass,” she whispers annoyed her throat indeed a bit sore.
“You say the sweetest things,” he grins happily.
Category: Terra Nova
Ship: Skye/Carter
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 220
Summary: Morning After
Skye hums happily as Carter pulls her closer to him, she can feel every inch of his body along her back.
“Morning,” he mutters into the crook of her neck, his scruffy face tickling her skin until she laughs and she can feel him smiling at her reaction. “Are you sore?”
Skye opens her eyes widely at the question, turning her head quickly to meet his eyes, blushing as a slow teasing smile breaks over his face and his dark eyes twinkle with his amusement.
“I didn’t mean here,” he whispers leaning closer to touch her lips with his, his hand which has trailed down her front parts her thighs with skilled fingers. He lets out a sound of approval as a single finger touches her already wet core.
“I meant your throat,” he tries to say with a serious face but it cracks at her confused expression. Why would her throat be sore? “Cause you were loud, last night.”
He laughs loudly as she shoves his shoulder trying to push away from him, not bothered by her reaction. “Carter! Oh God yes! I’m flattered Princess, but I’ve told you before you don’t need to address me with such a formal title.”
“Jackass,” she whispers annoyed her throat indeed a bit sore.
“You say the sweetest things,” he grins happily.