Saturday Free-For-All
HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! Go craaaaaazy!
Drill is as follows: Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt. Leave your kink at the dink... or something. Just make sure you post in the proper format, such as in the example below:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Burn
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, ( Read more... )
Drill is as follows: Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt. Leave your kink at the dink... or something. Just make sure you post in the proper format, such as in the example below:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Burn
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, ( Read more... )
But he turns around to find her there, twirling the bottle of syrup around her finger and smiling at him.
"Come on then, Sam," she teases as she grabs some of the sifted and pre-measured flour. She throws it at him and he growls, grabbing her wrist.
"You messed up my recipe," he informs her as he pins her back against the kitchen island.
"Is that so?" she murmurs, and he kisses her hard.
"Now breakfast is ruined," he mutters as he tastes her skin, nipping at the spot where her pulse jumps in her throat.
She has some snappy retort on the tip of her tongue, but he returns his mouth to hers and sucks the words away.
And then he's got her spread open on top of the counter so fast she doesn't know how he did it, but the look in his eye is one of hunger.
"I guess I'll just have to eat something else," he mutters, pulling aside the tiny scrap of fabric she calls panties, and sliding a finger into her. She arches as his tongue descends upon her, flicking back and forth over the sensitive pearl.
Her hands fist in his hair, which is impossibly soft, and now she's gotten flour all over it, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that his tongue and mouth are hot, and he's got her teetering on the edge...
He sinks into her with a satisfied moan, and she grips the edge of the counter, hard. He thrusts into her slowly at first, but as she responds he picks up the pace. Faster, harder, soon he is slamming into her and the world is spinning.
And then it's over, small shudders rippling through both of them. He helps her off the counter and gives her a kiss.
"Now you have to sift and re-measure my flour," he says, and turns back to his recipe.
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