Sex!Fic
Alrighty.
The subject-heading should have duely warned all of you, but just in case:
This is the explicite-sex-containing story that I was working on for Polly/Mal.
Summary (aside from the obvious): Mal and Polly are back in the field after an eventful winter than saw them promoted (to Sergeant and Lieutenant, respectively) and also saw them finally consumate their adoration for each other.
How exactly does one deal with calling your work-place 'home', when the nature of 'home' has changed completely?
I hope you enjoy it. :-)
Love and Trust
The campfire crackles. The kettle is steaming over it, slowly coming to a boil again.
I sip my tea, leaning against a fallen log. She sits across the fire from me, jacket undone, sipping her coffee.
It's like nothing has changed.
But everything has.
Half my life is taken up with paper work now. It's so odd. I've spent the last three years of my life keeping the Ruperts out of my hair, and now I'm one of them.
I glance at Mal out of the corner of my eye.
That's changed, too.
We didn't expect to have the luxury of a shared tent.
I didn't expect her to decide to sleep across from me, under her own blankets, after months of sharing a bed together.
I set my empty mug down by my foot.
The little lads are mostly in bed now, except for the ones we've got on watch.
Mal handles them now. I think sergeanting suits her.
She picks up her tea cup, and strolls toward me from around the fire.
"Hey," she murmurs, sitting down beside me.
"Hi," I respond, quietly.
Just like before. I can feel my hands shaking at her closeness.
She slips her hand into mine, and I grip it tightly. I have a sudden memory of Lofty and Tonker, the way they held hands when they thought no-one could see them, as though they were putting into one subtle touch everything they couldn't be more open about.
"You look exhausted," she tells me, softly.
"I haven't exactly been sleeping well."
"Something on your mind?"
"You could say that," I murmur, looking at my knees.
"Want to tell me about it?"
I smile a little at her tone. There are some rules that will never apply to Mal, superior officer or not. I look at her, slightly embarrassed to be telling her, but she did ask.
"I'm not used to sleeping without you any more."
Mal drops her eyes, quickly, and I smile.
Vampires don't blush, as a rule, but every times I see that expression on her face, I think she'd be blushing if she could.
"Me neither," she informs me.
"Why..." I begin, not sure how to finish. Why don't you want me anymore? But the way she's acting now says that she does. I lick my lips. "Would it take an underwire nightdress to get you to lie down with me?"
Mal laughs, really laughs, her teeth gleaming in the firelight.
"Oh, gods, Old Chap," she says, wiping her eyes, "no, it wouldn't take that much at all." She sobers, looking at her knees, then at me. "It's not that I don't want to," she confides, her voice low, "but... is it really a good idea? What if someone walked in on us?"
I blink in surprise.
That's what's been worrying her?
"Who's going to do that here?"
She gives me a look. "Any number of impressionable young lads - or ladies, for that matter - since you were wondering."
"Mal..." I sigh, thinking about this. She does have a point, after all. "Look, even if they did, what could they do about it? Nuggan's dead. The abominations don't work anymore. Beside, even high command thinks you're a man - and half of them saw you paraded around in a skirt with the rest of us." I think about that for a moment. That begged a question. "Why do they think you're a man, Mal?"
She smirks. "Our favourite Major doctored some paperwork for me shortly after he became a captain. It's amazing what a smile can get you."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm. He kept asking if I was sure I had enough coffee, too. Very nice of him, really."
An image of our stubborn clerk of a Lieutenant - well, Major, now - invades my head. I can't help wondering if Mal had to employ more than just her smile to get Blouse to change that ‘f' to an ‘m' in the official army records. I shake the image away, deciding not to ask.
A thought occurs to me.
"Is that what you're worried about? That they'd find out?"
"I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind," she tells me, with an arch of her eyebrows.
I glace around the campsite, conspiratorially, and lean in close to her.
"I'll never tell," I whisper in her ear. I lift my free hand and lay it against her cheek. She leans into my touch, and my heart beats faster. "Come on," I whisper, kissing her cheek, squeezing her hand. "We've got a little time yet before we have to send the next watch out."
She smiles at me, rising, pulling me into her arms.
She lays her head on my shoulder, and nuzzles my neck.
"I'm sorry we didn't do this sooner," she murmurs against my skin.
"We'll just have to make up for lost time, then, won't we?" I say, slipping my hands inside her open jacket.
"Mmm... Yes we will," she breathes, pressing closer, kissing me in the darkness.
I lead her to our military-issue Officer's tent (much bigger than our old one... big enough to fit a desk inside it), my arm around her waist, unbuttoning my own jacket as we go.
Inside, she slips the coat from my shoulders, lifts the shako off my head.
"Why don't you let me do that?" she murmurs, sliding her hands over my shirt front, as I pull her to me.
"Why don't you kiss me, first?"
"Whatever you say," she replies, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, finding my mouth with her own.
She presses her body against mine. I can feel her nipples through the cotton of her shirt, and wonder if she's aware of mine, hard like buttons, under my own uniform.
She must be. She sucks my lower lip, gently, as she slowly unbuttons my shirt. When she slips her hands inside, brushing my breasts with her fingers, I moan - I can't help it, it feels too good.
"Shh," she whispers against my lips, amusement in her voice. "Mustn't wake the children." She slides her arms around my shoulders again.
"Sorry," I whisper back, finding her belt buckle and unhooking it. I let my mouth stray to her throat and feel her arms tighten around me, hear her gasp.
"Careful," I tease, kissing her softly, tasting her skin for the first time in weeks.
She tilts her head to give me more room, and I feel her arm lift, hear the soft, muffled thwup of her shako hitting the floor.
"Lie down with me," I whisper, letting my tongue flicker over her skin. I feel her nodding, as her fingers tangle in my hair.
In the dark, I pull her down beside me on top of one of the grey blankets - hers, mine, it doesn't matter now - I undo her shirt, kissing her soft flesh as I go. Slipping her nipple into my mouth, I hear her breathe - "Yes," - so quietly it's barely even a whisper. Yes, indeed. Gods, it's been too long. I unbutton her trousers, slipping my hand inside and her hips arch to meet me, her breath catching in her throat.
"Wait," soft, barely audible. I stop.
"What's wrong?" I ask gently, coming back to her, looking into her eyes.
She smiles at me, white teeth gleaming, and kisses me, softly, once, twice, sitting me up in the dark.
"Nothing," she tells me, smiling, sliding into my lap, "nothing at all."
She kisses me again, slowly exploring my mouth with her tongue as her hands drift over my bare stomach, my breasts.
"I think you're a little over-dressed, though," she murmurs, eventually, slipping my open shirt from my shoulders.
"You should talk," I whisper against the delicious column of her neck, "you've still got your coat on."
"Easily remedied," she whispers back, shrugging off her jacket, her shirt.
"Mmm..." I slide my hands over her breasts, her shoulders. "Much better."
It is so good to feel her skin on mine, to feel her slow heart beating against my own ribs.
She trails her fingers down my back, kissing me hungrily and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer, trying to slide her trousers down from her hips.
She laughs, softly, at my attempts.
"I think I should get my boots off, don't you?"
"Mm, good point," murmur, pushing her gently onto her back, tugging at her leather boots. They come off easily, and I drop them onto the floor beside us.
"Come back to me," reaching for my arms, my shoulders, pulling me into her embrace again. She unhooks my belt, but I take her hands away.
"Not yet, not yet" I whisper, kissing her mouth, her neck. "I want to taste you first." I slide her trousers to her knees, and then all the way off, parting her legs and crawling between them. I try to go slowly, brushing my cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh, filling my hands with her hips, spilling kisses from her navel to the white crescent of her mons - no body-hair... Maybe it's a vampire thing... I wonder what she thinks of mine - but I can smell her, the scent of her desire, and I need the salt taste of her in my mouth.
Oh, yes... I run my tongue lightly over her slick lips and she whimpers softly, softly, at the touch. I know what that means. I try again, more firmly this time, and the muscles in her thighs jump. I slip her juicy lips between my own, sucking them gently, and her fingers brush my ears, making them tingle. I let my teeth graze her, carefully, carefully, and her hips buck, grinding against my mouth. She grips my hair, pressing me against her. Mm... So she likes that, does she?
Anything you want, Sweet Girl.
I run my tongue hard over her lips. Her thighs are pressed against my ears, and I can feel her sweat against my cheeks as I lap up the taste of her. Gods, why did I ever think I wanted boys? Laving the nub of her clit, sucking and slurping until her thighs, her abdomen, shudder with her climax and she curls around me, shaking. Her grip loosens, and she falls back to the blankets, panting.
One last taste, and a peculiar sound escapes from her.
I chuckle, looking up from between her legs, past her heaving chest.
"Did you honestly just say 'oo-hoo-hoo'?" I ask her, teasingly.
"Breathe a word of it," she pants, "and I'll tell everyone about the sounds you made that night at the Duchess."
I wince.
"My lips are sealed, I promise."
She laughs, breathlessly. "Not for long," she whispers, tracing my ears with her fingers. "Come here. Let me get you out of those trousers."
"I should send someone out to switch watch, first," I say, straightening up, realizing just how long we've been at this.
She sits up. "No, let me," she says. "You'll never find your clothes in the dark."
She's right, I realize. I can just make out the darker shape of her, as she runs her hands through her hair. Undoubtedly she looks completely unruffled now. "You stay here," she tells me, softly, getting to her feet, pulling on her trousers, her boots.
She leans down, buttoning her jacket - I don't think she's even bothered with her shirt - "Get those boots off," she murmurs, and kisses me deeply. A kiss with a promise in it.
"Hurry back," I whisper against her lips just before she ducks out of the tent.
I lie back down, listening to the night over the sound of my racing heart. My whole body is shaking. I fumble with my belt, my own buttons, stripping my trousers to my knees before remembering about my boots. Right. Boots. Damn. I fiddle with the laces, hauling them off impatiently, and kicking my trousers off.
I can hear her, faintly, outside the tent, telling the lads which posts to take. I wonder if they realize she smells like sex. Or if the ones out on watch are wondering why it's taken so long for their relief to come. We'll have to let them sleep a little longer tomorrow.
I find myself sliding my own hand between my legs, my fingers moist with my own wetness... but no. No. Wait for her. She'll be back soon. Don't spoil it.
A darker shape in the darkness slips into the tent.
"Well, hello," she whispers from across the floor, pulling her boots off again. They drop to the ground with soft thuds.
"Do you think they know?" I ask, softly. I hear the clink of brass buttons as she walks toward me.
"My dear, sweet, beautiful, lieutenant," she murmurs, lying down beside me, trailing her fingers lightly along my arm - still clothed, but only just. I can see the line of her pale skin from under her open coat. "If they're wise to anything, Old Chap, they're at least wise enough to not let on."
She kisses me softly, briefly, her fingers light on my cheek.
"Good," I whisper, slipping my hands inside her jacket, pulling her close to me. She eases me onto my back, cradling my head in the crook of her arm. She brushes my nose with her own.
"Let me kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask," I tell her, softly, as I lift my mouth to hers, wrapping my arms around her.
The kiss is slow and deep, sending ripples of pleasure through my whole body. When we finally come up for air, she nuzzles my neck and kisses my cheek.
"I do, you know," she says quietly.
"Do what?"
"Have to ask. Every time. I have to make sure it's alright."
"What, you need convincing?" I murmur, grinning. In the dark, her teeth gleam as she returns the smile. "I want you to kiss me." I tell her, kissing her mouth gently, peeling her coat off her shoulders. She slips out of it easily, pushing it away, leaving me free to let my hands rove over her body again. "I want you to touch me," I whisper, and she complies, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin, her nails tracing waves on my thighs, my breasts. I press my body against hers, shivering, wanting more. To hell with talking. I cup her face in my hands, "Kiss me now!"
I pull her mouth to mine, urgently, my fingers tangling in her hair, clinging to her as she moves from my lips, to my throat - I must be the only person in this world who likes having a vampire's mouth on her neck - and further down. Her knee slips between my thighs, parting them deftly, and I grind my hips against hers. Dammit, she's still in her trousers. I reach down, tearing at her buttons, reaching inside.
"No, no, my heart," she murmurs, amused, taking my hand away. "If I let you do that more than once, I won't be able to walk tomorrow."
"Please?" I whisper, tugging at her trousers. "I only want to touch you. All of you."
She chuckles, kissing me softly. "Oh, alright," she murmurs, chuckling, slipping her trousers off. "But be gentle with me, oh insatiable one."
"I promise," I whisper, kissing her mouth, her neck, letting my hands rove over and between her thighs, reveling in her soft skin, her firm flesh.
Our legs tangle together, "You are so beautiful," I tell her, laying kisses along her jaw, finding her mouth again.
She eases me onto my back again, whispers in my ear, "Let me touch you the way you touch me," trailing her fingers lightly along the inside of my thighs, gods it feels good.
"Please, yes," I breathe, my back arching involuntarily. "I want you."
She kisses me, sucking my lower lip.
"You've got me," she whispers, sliding her body over mine, kissing my collarbone, my breastbone. My wetness must be leaving trails along her belly as she moves lower, her mouth on my breasts, kissing my belly, nosing about the forest of curls between my thighs. I tilt my hips upward, giving her space, offering my aching clit to her. I need her mouth on me now, hot and wet and unbelievably skilled. Was she born knowing this? I wonder, did someone teach her? But her tongue darts out, flickering against my clit and sensation, strong and immediate, takes over.
I try to keep breathing, deep and slow, but it's too much - the slippery touch of her tongue, her soft lips kissing me so intimately - and I can't keep from gasping, groping for her hands and gripping them tightly, pulling her against me. Gods, yes, The flutters start somewhere below my naval, rippling, shuddering, through my flesh. I grit my teeth, trying not to cry out, hoping desperately that this won't be a repeat of the night we - I - woke up half the Inn with my moaning - "MmmMal," her name escapes me, a whisper, a whimper. "Oh, Sweet Girl, come here to me."
She kisses me soundly, there between my legs, and a shudder runs all through me. She looks up, and I let go of her hands, letting her come back to me. I kiss her mouth, tasting myself on her moist lips.
"Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her.
Breathing slowly, lying together in the dark, it feels so good to have her in my arms. I run my fingers through her short, dark hair.
"At least you weren't speaking in tongues this time," she whispers, wickedly.
I groan. "I was trying not to speak at all, I'll have you know."
She chuckles.
We stay awake a while longer, murmuring to each other, just talking, gently stroking each other's skin. She is resting her head on my shoulder, her slim hips cradled between my own.
This is perfect. But...
"I should get the last watch up," I murmur, eventually.
"No," she kisses my shoulder. "Still dark, Old Chap. You stay here." She extricates her self from my arms, kissing my hands as she does so. "Wait for me."
She shrugs on her coat, her trousers, her boots, and disappears, buttoning her jacket as she goes.
What can I say?
I don't yet know if she loves me, or if she would dare to risk her heart like that, given my mortality and our chosen profession.
But, I know that I love her.
That's good enough, for now.
I stifle a yawn, curling onto my side, trying to stay awake.
I guess I don't quite manage it because, suddenly, I feel another woolen blanket being draped over me, and she's back, smiling in the dark.
"Hey," she murmurs, slipping in beside me.
"Hi," I respond, quietly.
She brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses me softly, slowly, taking my hand in her own.
My stomach flutters at her kiss, saying that this could start all over again if only I wasn't so blissfully tired.
But blissfully tired I am.
I slip my arms around her, and she rest her head on my shoulder again.
I kiss her forehead, drowsily, already drifting off.
Just before sleep takes me for sure, I hear her murmur something against my skin.
Only a few little words.
I'll have to ask her about it in the morning.
*****
I had originally called this fic "Occupational Hazards", and figured that the lads would have found them out and grinned at them, most embarrassingly, the next morning... but... I never really got that far. :-)
Well?
What did you think of it? :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
The subject-heading should have duely warned all of you, but just in case:
This is the explicite-sex-containing story that I was working on for Polly/Mal.
Summary (aside from the obvious): Mal and Polly are back in the field after an eventful winter than saw them promoted (to Sergeant and Lieutenant, respectively) and also saw them finally consumate their adoration for each other.
How exactly does one deal with calling your work-place 'home', when the nature of 'home' has changed completely?
I hope you enjoy it. :-)
Love and Trust
The campfire crackles. The kettle is steaming over it, slowly coming to a boil again.
I sip my tea, leaning against a fallen log. She sits across the fire from me, jacket undone, sipping her coffee.
It's like nothing has changed.
But everything has.
Half my life is taken up with paper work now. It's so odd. I've spent the last three years of my life keeping the Ruperts out of my hair, and now I'm one of them.
I glance at Mal out of the corner of my eye.
That's changed, too.
We didn't expect to have the luxury of a shared tent.
I didn't expect her to decide to sleep across from me, under her own blankets, after months of sharing a bed together.
I set my empty mug down by my foot.
The little lads are mostly in bed now, except for the ones we've got on watch.
Mal handles them now. I think sergeanting suits her.
She picks up her tea cup, and strolls toward me from around the fire.
"Hey," she murmurs, sitting down beside me.
"Hi," I respond, quietly.
Just like before. I can feel my hands shaking at her closeness.
She slips her hand into mine, and I grip it tightly. I have a sudden memory of Lofty and Tonker, the way they held hands when they thought no-one could see them, as though they were putting into one subtle touch everything they couldn't be more open about.
"You look exhausted," she tells me, softly.
"I haven't exactly been sleeping well."
"Something on your mind?"
"You could say that," I murmur, looking at my knees.
"Want to tell me about it?"
I smile a little at her tone. There are some rules that will never apply to Mal, superior officer or not. I look at her, slightly embarrassed to be telling her, but she did ask.
"I'm not used to sleeping without you any more."
Mal drops her eyes, quickly, and I smile.
Vampires don't blush, as a rule, but every times I see that expression on her face, I think she'd be blushing if she could.
"Me neither," she informs me.
"Why..." I begin, not sure how to finish. Why don't you want me anymore? But the way she's acting now says that she does. I lick my lips. "Would it take an underwire nightdress to get you to lie down with me?"
Mal laughs, really laughs, her teeth gleaming in the firelight.
"Oh, gods, Old Chap," she says, wiping her eyes, "no, it wouldn't take that much at all." She sobers, looking at her knees, then at me. "It's not that I don't want to," she confides, her voice low, "but... is it really a good idea? What if someone walked in on us?"
I blink in surprise.
That's what's been worrying her?
"Who's going to do that here?"
She gives me a look. "Any number of impressionable young lads - or ladies, for that matter - since you were wondering."
"Mal..." I sigh, thinking about this. She does have a point, after all. "Look, even if they did, what could they do about it? Nuggan's dead. The abominations don't work anymore. Beside, even high command thinks you're a man - and half of them saw you paraded around in a skirt with the rest of us." I think about that for a moment. That begged a question. "Why do they think you're a man, Mal?"
She smirks. "Our favourite Major doctored some paperwork for me shortly after he became a captain. It's amazing what a smile can get you."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm. He kept asking if I was sure I had enough coffee, too. Very nice of him, really."
An image of our stubborn clerk of a Lieutenant - well, Major, now - invades my head. I can't help wondering if Mal had to employ more than just her smile to get Blouse to change that ‘f' to an ‘m' in the official army records. I shake the image away, deciding not to ask.
A thought occurs to me.
"Is that what you're worried about? That they'd find out?"
"I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind," she tells me, with an arch of her eyebrows.
I glace around the campsite, conspiratorially, and lean in close to her.
"I'll never tell," I whisper in her ear. I lift my free hand and lay it against her cheek. She leans into my touch, and my heart beats faster. "Come on," I whisper, kissing her cheek, squeezing her hand. "We've got a little time yet before we have to send the next watch out."
She smiles at me, rising, pulling me into her arms.
She lays her head on my shoulder, and nuzzles my neck.
"I'm sorry we didn't do this sooner," she murmurs against my skin.
"We'll just have to make up for lost time, then, won't we?" I say, slipping my hands inside her open jacket.
"Mmm... Yes we will," she breathes, pressing closer, kissing me in the darkness.
I lead her to our military-issue Officer's tent (much bigger than our old one... big enough to fit a desk inside it), my arm around her waist, unbuttoning my own jacket as we go.
Inside, she slips the coat from my shoulders, lifts the shako off my head.
"Why don't you let me do that?" she murmurs, sliding her hands over my shirt front, as I pull her to me.
"Why don't you kiss me, first?"
"Whatever you say," she replies, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, finding my mouth with her own.
She presses her body against mine. I can feel her nipples through the cotton of her shirt, and wonder if she's aware of mine, hard like buttons, under my own uniform.
She must be. She sucks my lower lip, gently, as she slowly unbuttons my shirt. When she slips her hands inside, brushing my breasts with her fingers, I moan - I can't help it, it feels too good.
"Shh," she whispers against my lips, amusement in her voice. "Mustn't wake the children." She slides her arms around my shoulders again.
"Sorry," I whisper back, finding her belt buckle and unhooking it. I let my mouth stray to her throat and feel her arms tighten around me, hear her gasp.
"Careful," I tease, kissing her softly, tasting her skin for the first time in weeks.
She tilts her head to give me more room, and I feel her arm lift, hear the soft, muffled thwup of her shako hitting the floor.
"Lie down with me," I whisper, letting my tongue flicker over her skin. I feel her nodding, as her fingers tangle in my hair.
In the dark, I pull her down beside me on top of one of the grey blankets - hers, mine, it doesn't matter now - I undo her shirt, kissing her soft flesh as I go. Slipping her nipple into my mouth, I hear her breathe - "Yes," - so quietly it's barely even a whisper. Yes, indeed. Gods, it's been too long. I unbutton her trousers, slipping my hand inside and her hips arch to meet me, her breath catching in her throat.
"Wait," soft, barely audible. I stop.
"What's wrong?" I ask gently, coming back to her, looking into her eyes.
She smiles at me, white teeth gleaming, and kisses me, softly, once, twice, sitting me up in the dark.
"Nothing," she tells me, smiling, sliding into my lap, "nothing at all."
She kisses me again, slowly exploring my mouth with her tongue as her hands drift over my bare stomach, my breasts.
"I think you're a little over-dressed, though," she murmurs, eventually, slipping my open shirt from my shoulders.
"You should talk," I whisper against the delicious column of her neck, "you've still got your coat on."
"Easily remedied," she whispers back, shrugging off her jacket, her shirt.
"Mmm..." I slide my hands over her breasts, her shoulders. "Much better."
It is so good to feel her skin on mine, to feel her slow heart beating against my own ribs.
She trails her fingers down my back, kissing me hungrily and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer, trying to slide her trousers down from her hips.
She laughs, softly, at my attempts.
"I think I should get my boots off, don't you?"
"Mm, good point," murmur, pushing her gently onto her back, tugging at her leather boots. They come off easily, and I drop them onto the floor beside us.
"Come back to me," reaching for my arms, my shoulders, pulling me into her embrace again. She unhooks my belt, but I take her hands away.
"Not yet, not yet" I whisper, kissing her mouth, her neck. "I want to taste you first." I slide her trousers to her knees, and then all the way off, parting her legs and crawling between them. I try to go slowly, brushing my cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh, filling my hands with her hips, spilling kisses from her navel to the white crescent of her mons - no body-hair... Maybe it's a vampire thing... I wonder what she thinks of mine - but I can smell her, the scent of her desire, and I need the salt taste of her in my mouth.
Oh, yes... I run my tongue lightly over her slick lips and she whimpers softly, softly, at the touch. I know what that means. I try again, more firmly this time, and the muscles in her thighs jump. I slip her juicy lips between my own, sucking them gently, and her fingers brush my ears, making them tingle. I let my teeth graze her, carefully, carefully, and her hips buck, grinding against my mouth. She grips my hair, pressing me against her. Mm... So she likes that, does she?
Anything you want, Sweet Girl.
I run my tongue hard over her lips. Her thighs are pressed against my ears, and I can feel her sweat against my cheeks as I lap up the taste of her. Gods, why did I ever think I wanted boys? Laving the nub of her clit, sucking and slurping until her thighs, her abdomen, shudder with her climax and she curls around me, shaking. Her grip loosens, and she falls back to the blankets, panting.
One last taste, and a peculiar sound escapes from her.
I chuckle, looking up from between her legs, past her heaving chest.
"Did you honestly just say 'oo-hoo-hoo'?" I ask her, teasingly.
"Breathe a word of it," she pants, "and I'll tell everyone about the sounds you made that night at the Duchess."
I wince.
"My lips are sealed, I promise."
She laughs, breathlessly. "Not for long," she whispers, tracing my ears with her fingers. "Come here. Let me get you out of those trousers."
"I should send someone out to switch watch, first," I say, straightening up, realizing just how long we've been at this.
She sits up. "No, let me," she says. "You'll never find your clothes in the dark."
She's right, I realize. I can just make out the darker shape of her, as she runs her hands through her hair. Undoubtedly she looks completely unruffled now. "You stay here," she tells me, softly, getting to her feet, pulling on her trousers, her boots.
She leans down, buttoning her jacket - I don't think she's even bothered with her shirt - "Get those boots off," she murmurs, and kisses me deeply. A kiss with a promise in it.
"Hurry back," I whisper against her lips just before she ducks out of the tent.
I lie back down, listening to the night over the sound of my racing heart. My whole body is shaking. I fumble with my belt, my own buttons, stripping my trousers to my knees before remembering about my boots. Right. Boots. Damn. I fiddle with the laces, hauling them off impatiently, and kicking my trousers off.
I can hear her, faintly, outside the tent, telling the lads which posts to take. I wonder if they realize she smells like sex. Or if the ones out on watch are wondering why it's taken so long for their relief to come. We'll have to let them sleep a little longer tomorrow.
I find myself sliding my own hand between my legs, my fingers moist with my own wetness... but no. No. Wait for her. She'll be back soon. Don't spoil it.
A darker shape in the darkness slips into the tent.
"Well, hello," she whispers from across the floor, pulling her boots off again. They drop to the ground with soft thuds.
"Do you think they know?" I ask, softly. I hear the clink of brass buttons as she walks toward me.
"My dear, sweet, beautiful, lieutenant," she murmurs, lying down beside me, trailing her fingers lightly along my arm - still clothed, but only just. I can see the line of her pale skin from under her open coat. "If they're wise to anything, Old Chap, they're at least wise enough to not let on."
She kisses me softly, briefly, her fingers light on my cheek.
"Good," I whisper, slipping my hands inside her jacket, pulling her close to me. She eases me onto my back, cradling my head in the crook of her arm. She brushes my nose with her own.
"Let me kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask," I tell her, softly, as I lift my mouth to hers, wrapping my arms around her.
The kiss is slow and deep, sending ripples of pleasure through my whole body. When we finally come up for air, she nuzzles my neck and kisses my cheek.
"I do, you know," she says quietly.
"Do what?"
"Have to ask. Every time. I have to make sure it's alright."
"What, you need convincing?" I murmur, grinning. In the dark, her teeth gleam as she returns the smile. "I want you to kiss me." I tell her, kissing her mouth gently, peeling her coat off her shoulders. She slips out of it easily, pushing it away, leaving me free to let my hands rove over her body again. "I want you to touch me," I whisper, and she complies, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin, her nails tracing waves on my thighs, my breasts. I press my body against hers, shivering, wanting more. To hell with talking. I cup her face in my hands, "Kiss me now!"
I pull her mouth to mine, urgently, my fingers tangling in her hair, clinging to her as she moves from my lips, to my throat - I must be the only person in this world who likes having a vampire's mouth on her neck - and further down. Her knee slips between my thighs, parting them deftly, and I grind my hips against hers. Dammit, she's still in her trousers. I reach down, tearing at her buttons, reaching inside.
"No, no, my heart," she murmurs, amused, taking my hand away. "If I let you do that more than once, I won't be able to walk tomorrow."
"Please?" I whisper, tugging at her trousers. "I only want to touch you. All of you."
She chuckles, kissing me softly. "Oh, alright," she murmurs, chuckling, slipping her trousers off. "But be gentle with me, oh insatiable one."
"I promise," I whisper, kissing her mouth, her neck, letting my hands rove over and between her thighs, reveling in her soft skin, her firm flesh.
Our legs tangle together, "You are so beautiful," I tell her, laying kisses along her jaw, finding her mouth again.
She eases me onto my back again, whispers in my ear, "Let me touch you the way you touch me," trailing her fingers lightly along the inside of my thighs, gods it feels good.
"Please, yes," I breathe, my back arching involuntarily. "I want you."
She kisses me, sucking my lower lip.
"You've got me," she whispers, sliding her body over mine, kissing my collarbone, my breastbone. My wetness must be leaving trails along her belly as she moves lower, her mouth on my breasts, kissing my belly, nosing about the forest of curls between my thighs. I tilt my hips upward, giving her space, offering my aching clit to her. I need her mouth on me now, hot and wet and unbelievably skilled. Was she born knowing this? I wonder, did someone teach her? But her tongue darts out, flickering against my clit and sensation, strong and immediate, takes over.
I try to keep breathing, deep and slow, but it's too much - the slippery touch of her tongue, her soft lips kissing me so intimately - and I can't keep from gasping, groping for her hands and gripping them tightly, pulling her against me. Gods, yes, The flutters start somewhere below my naval, rippling, shuddering, through my flesh. I grit my teeth, trying not to cry out, hoping desperately that this won't be a repeat of the night we - I - woke up half the Inn with my moaning - "MmmMal," her name escapes me, a whisper, a whimper. "Oh, Sweet Girl, come here to me."
She kisses me soundly, there between my legs, and a shudder runs all through me. She looks up, and I let go of her hands, letting her come back to me. I kiss her mouth, tasting myself on her moist lips.
"Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her.
Breathing slowly, lying together in the dark, it feels so good to have her in my arms. I run my fingers through her short, dark hair.
"At least you weren't speaking in tongues this time," she whispers, wickedly.
I groan. "I was trying not to speak at all, I'll have you know."
She chuckles.
We stay awake a while longer, murmuring to each other, just talking, gently stroking each other's skin. She is resting her head on my shoulder, her slim hips cradled between my own.
This is perfect. But...
"I should get the last watch up," I murmur, eventually.
"No," she kisses my shoulder. "Still dark, Old Chap. You stay here." She extricates her self from my arms, kissing my hands as she does so. "Wait for me."
She shrugs on her coat, her trousers, her boots, and disappears, buttoning her jacket as she goes.
What can I say?
I don't yet know if she loves me, or if she would dare to risk her heart like that, given my mortality and our chosen profession.
But, I know that I love her.
That's good enough, for now.
I stifle a yawn, curling onto my side, trying to stay awake.
I guess I don't quite manage it because, suddenly, I feel another woolen blanket being draped over me, and she's back, smiling in the dark.
"Hey," she murmurs, slipping in beside me.
"Hi," I respond, quietly.
She brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses me softly, slowly, taking my hand in her own.
My stomach flutters at her kiss, saying that this could start all over again if only I wasn't so blissfully tired.
But blissfully tired I am.
I slip my arms around her, and she rest her head on my shoulder again.
I kiss her forehead, drowsily, already drifting off.
Just before sleep takes me for sure, I hear her murmur something against my skin.
Only a few little words.
I'll have to ask her about it in the morning.
*****
I had originally called this fic "Occupational Hazards", and figured that the lads would have found them out and grinned at them, most embarrassingly, the next morning... but... I never really got that far. :-)
Well?
What did you think of it? :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)