"Silk & Twisted", Ch. 02: The Clown
Series Title: Silk and Twisted
Story Title: The Clown
Author: Moor
Rating: M or NC-17, depending on your sensitivity-level. (The word 'breast' is mentioned.)
Disclaimer: I make no claim to “Avatar”.
A series of drabbles, one-shots, and other shorts all relating to sex, in one way or another. This round: Iroh and Jun!
Iroh leaned over Jun’s shoulder as she counted her day’s earnings, and rubbed her shoulders.
She tilted her head a bit to the side, permitting him to nuzzle her cheek, and he leaned in closer, rubbing his hands down her sides.
“Still have a headache?” he asked, concerned she’d been staying up so late recently. She just wouldn’t relax and go to sleep. They had so little time together, and still, she… He sighed, but kept positive, listening as she spoke. He treasured her words. Her, actually.
“Yes, but hopefully it’ll pass soon. The week’s almost over, and the next job’s lined up.”
“You should come to bed soon, then,” he said softly, kissing her neck and hair.
She continued counting her money. “When I’m done. I’m not tired enough, yet.”
She was exhausted, and he knew it. She was avoiding him, or at least sleep, for another reason. “Oh? Afraid the clowns will get you?” he teased, remembering how she’d kept her distance from the jesters and costumed entertainers during one of their rare public outings together.
“No, I’m sure the clowns will grope me, though,” she said derisively, one eyebrow arched as his hands reached her breasts.
“By ‘clowns’, you mean me, don’t you?” he asked her innocently, feigning hurt.
She chuckled. “Wise old Dragon, aren’t you?” she said dryly. “I’ll be there soon. Go warm things up for me,” she suggested, setting her shoulders back as he massaged them deeply. She was enjoying the feeling of his warming hands.
“Darling, I am a firebender...”
She smiled at him as he passed her a cup of brandy that had materialized out of nowhere, and been warmed in his hands. Damn, he was quick when he wanted to be, she mused. “Yes, I know…” She took a final look at her piles of silver and gold, and turned to her lover. Her worries could take a hike for the night, she decided-she had far better company standing in front of her. “And you’re right, I should get to bed.” She swallowed some of the liquid in her glass. “Not tea?”
Iroh smiled. Bed, not sleep, she’d said. He loved this woman. “I don’t think we’ll need anything to help keep us up.”
Her eyebrow arched again, but this time in amusement and anticipation, and a smile graced her lips. “No, you’re probably right. Better get to it so you can start 'owing me one', old man.”
She took the hand he offered, and walked with him to their sleeping room in the small inn suite.
/end of this one.
/AN: By request. Hope it met expectations!
x-posted to ff.net : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3362701/2/