Smut
Title: Counter
Fandom: Being Human
Pairings: Annie/ Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, PWP
Summary: Ummm sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to the BBC and Toby Whithouse. I'm just stealing and playing with.
Authors note: Please review I like reviews they're good. :) But no flamers please. Also this is my first bash at writing smut so be gentle! lol. Thanks to
debut_track for betaing. And dedicated to her for being such a wonderful beta for my ongoing fic Tear Fall in Forgotten Corners. :)
Mitchell pushed Annie over the counter, his tongue pressing deep into her mouth. Slightly shocked she faltered for a moment before giving into her desire and kissing him back. As he slid his hand to her waist she moaned slightly wanting him to go further.
This was her friend! Her room mate! They couldn’t have sex, it would completely mess up their relationship. It was just… wait! Why was she thinking like this when a hot Irish was pressing so close to her that she could feel his hard on through his jeans! Was she out of her mind?
His hand moved further upwards ending at her breast. His mouth vibrated against hers as he moaned deeply and pressed closer into the kiss. Now it was her turn to move. She brought her hands up to his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned it. Soon she had shoved it off him and was running her hands through the thick, black hair covering his chest.
“How are you going to get my clothes off?” She asked suddenly as the thought popped into her head.
“You think I’d be trying anything like this on if I didn’t know how to remove your clothes?” Mitchell replied a hint of amusement in his smooth Irish accent.
“Oh right. Okay then” Annie wondered what to say. She felt stupid. Luckily she didn’t have too much time to dwell as Mitchell cut off her train of thought by slipping his hands up under her top.
She shivered as she felt his hand against her skin. It felt strange. This was the first time that any one had touched her like this since she had died. It wasn’t unwelcome. It was more like she had been stuck in a drought and he was bringing her water.
It didn’t take long for them to shed the rest of their clothes and race up the stairs to Mitchell’s bed. They rolled onto the white sheets touching each other in every place that they could reach.
Mitchell’s touch was gentle but forceful. With one hand he was pinning her to the bed, but with the other he was stroking her. His fingers brushed against her clit causing her to gasp and move upwards towards his hand.
As his mouth moved down her collar bone she closed her eyes and lay back. She could feel the warm wetness of his mouth, the slightly roughened surface of his tongue as it traced patterns against her skin.
His hands moved to her waist as he shifted. Breathing deeply she moved with him, allowing him to line up with her. She prepared herself, her eyes still closed.
With one swift movement he entered her. She could feel his length filling her completely. Moving up towards him she pushed herself onto him deeper. There was nothing else she could think about now. Only him. His flesh against her skin, his mouth against hers. His cock deeply inside her.
They pushed against each other perfectly in rhythm, their hands exploring every inch of the others body.
Annie tensed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She could feel Mitchell above her doing the same. A loud moan was sounding out from his mouth, or was it hers, probably both. It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was that she was in heaven.
Fandom: Being Human
Pairings: Annie/ Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, PWP
Summary: Ummm sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to the BBC and Toby Whithouse. I'm just stealing and playing with.
Authors note: Please review I like reviews they're good. :) But no flamers please. Also this is my first bash at writing smut so be gentle! lol. Thanks to
debut_track for betaing. And dedicated to her for being such a wonderful beta for my ongoing fic Tear Fall in Forgotten Corners. :)
Mitchell pushed Annie over the counter, his tongue pressing deep into her mouth. Slightly shocked she faltered for a moment before giving into her desire and kissing him back. As he slid his hand to her waist she moaned slightly wanting him to go further.
This was her friend! Her room mate! They couldn’t have sex, it would completely mess up their relationship. It was just… wait! Why was she thinking like this when a hot Irish was pressing so close to her that she could feel his hard on through his jeans! Was she out of her mind?
His hand moved further upwards ending at her breast. His mouth vibrated against hers as he moaned deeply and pressed closer into the kiss. Now it was her turn to move. She brought her hands up to his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned it. Soon she had shoved it off him and was running her hands through the thick, black hair covering his chest.
“How are you going to get my clothes off?” She asked suddenly as the thought popped into her head.
“You think I’d be trying anything like this on if I didn’t know how to remove your clothes?” Mitchell replied a hint of amusement in his smooth Irish accent.
“Oh right. Okay then” Annie wondered what to say. She felt stupid. Luckily she didn’t have too much time to dwell as Mitchell cut off her train of thought by slipping his hands up under her top.
She shivered as she felt his hand against her skin. It felt strange. This was the first time that any one had touched her like this since she had died. It wasn’t unwelcome. It was more like she had been stuck in a drought and he was bringing her water.
It didn’t take long for them to shed the rest of their clothes and race up the stairs to Mitchell’s bed. They rolled onto the white sheets touching each other in every place that they could reach.
Mitchell’s touch was gentle but forceful. With one hand he was pinning her to the bed, but with the other he was stroking her. His fingers brushed against her clit causing her to gasp and move upwards towards his hand.
As his mouth moved down her collar bone she closed her eyes and lay back. She could feel the warm wetness of his mouth, the slightly roughened surface of his tongue as it traced patterns against her skin.
His hands moved to her waist as he shifted. Breathing deeply she moved with him, allowing him to line up with her. She prepared herself, her eyes still closed.
With one swift movement he entered her. She could feel his length filling her completely. Moving up towards him she pushed herself onto him deeper. There was nothing else she could think about now. Only him. His flesh against her skin, his mouth against hers. His cock deeply inside her.
They pushed against each other perfectly in rhythm, their hands exploring every inch of the others body.
Annie tensed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She could feel Mitchell above her doing the same. A loud moan was sounding out from his mouth, or was it hers, probably both. It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was that she was in heaven.