In other news, Jay still can't resist writing comment!fic at the slightest provocation
I have written so much inappropriate comment!fic lately, you guys. Here's my latest offering: a quick bit of River/Amy smut written for ms_prue.
Note: I have never written a non-het sex scene before, so this was a bit of a first for me.
River Song Has No-Strings-Attached Sex With Everyone And It Is Fantastic
By Jay
"Are you sure this is a wise idea?" Amy asks. River has already slid Amy's coat off her shoulders and discarded her scarf, and now she's kissing her way down Amy's neck and further down and her fingers are caught in the waistband of Amy's skirt and are tugging insistently.
River stops for a moment and looks up, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Don't you want this?" she asks, and every word sounds like a promise and a proposition and an innuendo rolled into one. One of River's hands is underneath Amy's skirt and her fingers brush tantalisingly lightly across Amy's underwear, already damp with desire.
"I - we shouldn't - " Amy's resistance is crumbling (as if it were really there to begin with). A part of her mind is terrified, but her body is warm and tingling and she can feel that delicious throbbing between her legs and she already knows what her answer will be.
"Just once," she says, just to be sure. "This isn't a relationship or anything. Just...just once, that's all."
River smiles, and even that sends a shiver down Amy's spine. "Just once," she agrees. "And after that, if you never want to do it again..."
"All right," Amy says. "Just once."
"Just once," River repeats. "Shall I keep going?"
Amy hesitates for the barest moment before nodding.
River kisses like she does everything - warm and soft and slow and sensual, like they have all the time in the world. Amy's fingers fumble on the buttons of River's shirt and the zipper of her trousers, but soon, both items of clothing are gone, discarded in one corner of the room, just like Amy's coat and scarf and now her top and skirt and underwear, all in a neat little heap. She lies back and lets herself surrender, giving all of herself in every kiss, sighing against River's mouth as River's clever fingers touch and tease her, eliciting gasps that become moans that become pleading cries for more. The world has narrowed and shrunk so that it just contains the two of them, lying on this bed in the TARDIS, playing each other's bodies, River like a virtuoso, Amy like the talented amateur she is. Amy gets a delighted little gasp and a murmured, "yes, just like that," out of River and a thrill of triumph runs through her, adding to the sensation of warmth and heat and pleasure building up inside her.
Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing, sending tremors through her body that make her hips rock forward and her breath come in ragged gasps. She pulls River closer to her as she rides it out, whispering her name breathlessly over and over again until it's over and she collapses back onto the mattress, wrung out but completely satisfied.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" River asks, stretching languidly. Amy feels a brief pang of guilt at not having brought her to orgasm, but she is feeling too relaxed, too sated, for it to last very long. She just nods, and River smiles wickedly and lowers herself onto the bed so that they are lying next to each other.
"You can pay me back later," River whispers in Amy's ear, her breath warm against Amy's neck. Amy nods again, smiling to herself. For a moment, an image flashes through her mind - River lying back, gasping as her orgasm hits, her face contorted into a rictus of pleasure - and a brief thrill of desire washes through her.
Yes. Payback. Amy finds herself looking forward to it.
This is a crosspost from Dreamwidth. You can reply over there using your DW account or OpenID.
comment(s) so far.
Note: I have never written a non-het sex scene before, so this was a bit of a first for me.
River Song Has No-Strings-Attached Sex With Everyone And It Is Fantastic
By Jay
"Are you sure this is a wise idea?" Amy asks. River has already slid Amy's coat off her shoulders and discarded her scarf, and now she's kissing her way down Amy's neck and further down and her fingers are caught in the waistband of Amy's skirt and are tugging insistently.
River stops for a moment and looks up, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Don't you want this?" she asks, and every word sounds like a promise and a proposition and an innuendo rolled into one. One of River's hands is underneath Amy's skirt and her fingers brush tantalisingly lightly across Amy's underwear, already damp with desire.
"I - we shouldn't - " Amy's resistance is crumbling (as if it were really there to begin with). A part of her mind is terrified, but her body is warm and tingling and she can feel that delicious throbbing between her legs and she already knows what her answer will be.
"Just once," she says, just to be sure. "This isn't a relationship or anything. Just...just once, that's all."
River smiles, and even that sends a shiver down Amy's spine. "Just once," she agrees. "And after that, if you never want to do it again..."
"All right," Amy says. "Just once."
"Just once," River repeats. "Shall I keep going?"
Amy hesitates for the barest moment before nodding.
River kisses like she does everything - warm and soft and slow and sensual, like they have all the time in the world. Amy's fingers fumble on the buttons of River's shirt and the zipper of her trousers, but soon, both items of clothing are gone, discarded in one corner of the room, just like Amy's coat and scarf and now her top and skirt and underwear, all in a neat little heap. She lies back and lets herself surrender, giving all of herself in every kiss, sighing against River's mouth as River's clever fingers touch and tease her, eliciting gasps that become moans that become pleading cries for more. The world has narrowed and shrunk so that it just contains the two of them, lying on this bed in the TARDIS, playing each other's bodies, River like a virtuoso, Amy like the talented amateur she is. Amy gets a delighted little gasp and a murmured, "yes, just like that," out of River and a thrill of triumph runs through her, adding to the sensation of warmth and heat and pleasure building up inside her.
Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing, sending tremors through her body that make her hips rock forward and her breath come in ragged gasps. She pulls River closer to her as she rides it out, whispering her name breathlessly over and over again until it's over and she collapses back onto the mattress, wrung out but completely satisfied.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" River asks, stretching languidly. Amy feels a brief pang of guilt at not having brought her to orgasm, but she is feeling too relaxed, too sated, for it to last very long. She just nods, and River smiles wickedly and lowers herself onto the bed so that they are lying next to each other.
"You can pay me back later," River whispers in Amy's ear, her breath warm against Amy's neck. Amy nods again, smiling to herself. For a moment, an image flashes through her mind - River lying back, gasping as her orgasm hits, her face contorted into a rictus of pleasure - and a brief thrill of desire washes through her.
Yes. Payback. Amy finds herself looking forward to it.
This is a crosspost from Dreamwidth. You can reply over there using your DW account or OpenID.
comment(s) so far.