Hometown Glory (4/4)
Title: Hometown Glory (4/4)
Author: coquilleon
Characters/Pairings: Cook/OC, Cook/Effy/ Effy/Freddy
Rating:R, Light NC-17
Warnings: Language, Limes
Summary: Effy has never seen this girl before, but the moment Cook walks into the shed with her, Effy decides that she doesn't like her. Raleigh doesn't think that Effy likes her, much. But that's okay, because after Raleigh feels Cook tense up slightly when he first sees her sprawled out on the ratty couch, she doesn't think she likes Effy much either. Something about Effy Stonem makes the protectiveness surge up in her own chest.
Spoilers: Series 3 - 4
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just like to manipulate them.
Epilogue (of sorts)
Cook wakes up to the smell of rain and a small, warm, naked body pressed up against his own. He turns his head and squints at the clock. The neon green lights form 4:28.
About three hours ago his newly ignited fantasy became a reality, and the proof is now shifting so that her back is to his side.
Cook moves immediately to wrap his arms around Raleigh's small, soft frame, and she snuggles into him, sighing contently. He buries his face into her soft silky hair and inhales deeply. The sheer amount of happiness running through his veins right now is ridiculous; he can't compare it to anything else. He loves the girl in his arms so much it would scare any normal person, it should scare him, but it doesn't. He's always loved hard.
He lifts one hand to brush aside her hair and he kisses her neck, softly. She moves her head to expose her throat to him and she wriggles a little, her bum brushing up against what is becoming a very interested body part. His kisses to her neck turn sensuous, worshiping the velvety soft skin, and reveling in how good it feels against his lips.
The hand he used to brush aside her hair moves down the silk of her shoulder and arm to intertwine their fingers together on her stomach. She turns her head, and their lips meet, and Cook feels like he's floating and falling at the same time. She licks at the seam of lips and when he opens up for her she coaxes his tongue out to play with hers.
She licks the underside and take the tip into her mouth to suckle it gently. Cook's fingers tighten on hers as a shiver runs down his spine. Raleigh's breath hitches, and Cook moves to kiss her jaw and throat again. He moves their intertwined hands down her stomach and they both let out shaky breaths when their fingers find her wet heat. Cook guides her fingers along the soft folds at first, but soon both hands are touching wherever they want and soon it's just Cook's fingers teasing her.
She's pressing down into his palm, gasping, and flexing her body, and he is entranced.
He'd dreamed about this. Dreamed and imagined her body pressing into his, so responsive to his touch. Her breathing is becoming more labored now, and Cook can tell she's close, so he slips his fingers away from her heat, and she whimpers when the tips graze her most sensitive area. He presses a kiss to the underside of her jaw as a soft apology.
His cock is full and heavy, and it is throbbing against the heat of her back. He skims the stomach with his fingers and moves down to caress her thigh. Raleigh sighs again, and relaxes into his ministrations. She is pliable when he hooks a hand under her knee and pulls her leg up, and lets out a low moan as he slips into her.
Her slick walls clench around him, and Cook shudders. He pumps his hips forward slowly, and she moves with him on every stroke.
The pace is relaxed and lazy, and all that can be heard is the sound of the rain that has been threatening for days, and their soft sighs.
Keeping a hold of her thigh, Cook slowly turns onto his back, and slides his hands to hold on to her sides so that she sits astride him and Cook has never seen anything more beautiful; her dark shiny hair cascades down her back, her smooth beautiful back that tapers out to shapely hips. She moves up and down, arching, and the sight of her sliding over him is intoxicating. A bolt of lightning rips through the sky and she looks almost like a ghost in the light.
His hands are gripping her hips tightly now and her movements are becoming frantic. Their both panting, but as soon as Cook's orgasm hits she slows down significantly, and tightens around him. His body arches up into hers as she drags his orgasm out of him, milking him dry. Stars bursts behind his eyes and his spine burns in the best possible way. When he feels her shudder and give a little whine, he reaches through the haze of his own melting mind, and moves his hand down. He circles her bundle of nerves with his middle finger and draws out her ending as painfully sweet as his.
By the time he's done, she's shivering. Just as gently as before, Cook turns back onto his side, carefully so he stays snug inside of her, and pulls her back to his chest. He presses kisses to her throat, and cheek, and ear, and mouth, and he cannot get enough of her in this moment. She lets him hold on, holds on tightly herself, kisses back.
Soon, their breathing slows together, and the sound of the rain and thunder, lull them back to sleep.
=..=..=
When Cook wakes again it's 10:09 and Raleigh is still fast asleep. He knows there's now way they're going to class today, not only because of last night and this morning, but the weather is perfect for having a lie in. Plus, he doesn't think he wants to let her away from him just yet.
He really wants her to wake up in his arms, but Cook gets a better idea and he slowly slips out of bed. He searches around for his discarded boxers and pulls them on when he locates them, careful to stay quiet. He leaves the bedroom and goes to the loo, before he makes his way to the kitchen.
He wants to make her breakfast and bring it to her in bed. He remembers the last time he tried to cook for a girl, only to have her mother tell him she's gone off to the fucking woods without him, with Freddie, tell him to bugger off, and take the cake away before slamming the door in his face.
But that doesn't matter anymore. Effy really doesn't matter anymore. And he's going to make breakfast for Raleigh, for his girl. His girl. He's grinning widely when he steps into the kitchen, scrubbing his hair. A grin that slips off his face immediately when he sees Lilianna Cook sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea.
Cook rarely gets embarrassed but when it comes to Lily and her husband he's feels as if he is a little kid again. He's sure his eyes are as wide as saucers as his head whips around looking for Mr. Cook. Lilly looks up, takes in his lack of attire, and says "Oh, he's gone off to work hours ago, dear. Right then, Jamie. Have a seat."
Cook does what she says automatically, another thing that he's not used to doing except when it comes to these Cooks.
Lily gets up from the table, and he watches as she prepares his tea the way he takes it. When she's settled back in her seat across from him and they've both taken a few sips, Lilly sets down her cup.
"I'm sure you've already guessed that I know what all went on last night." Cook's face burns as he nods. He didn't even bother to check if they were home. He was so angry, and he hadn't thought or looked around for their car as he bent to take the spare key in the potted hanging plant. He'd had a brief moment of surprise when he'd found it, not thinking they'd actually keep the same hiding place. He'd just assumed her parents weren't home. Obviously, they had been, as this speech indicated. "I didn't say anything last night because I didn't want to upset Robbie, you know how he can get," she continues, and Cook can't meet her eyes, so he just looks into the perfect cup of tea.
"Jamie," her gentle tone gives him the courage to lift his gaze, and is relieved to see that her expression matches her voice. "I know how much you love her." She smiles kindly at him, and he gives a hesitant smile back. "And I know that you two are going to want to... express that love-" Cook's smile drops quickly, and he can feel his blush redouble. James Cook. Blushing! Over a talk about sex! He can hardly believe it. "-feelings and strong emotions, and there's nothing wrong with that as long as you both are careful." She seems finished with her small speech. She smiles at him again, and he manages not to give in to the temptation to run from the kitchen table. She rises from her seat, places her cup in the sink, and picks up her purse from the kitchen counter. "Now, I've got to be off. I was waiting round for one of you to make your way down here." She leans down and presses a kiss to his hair.
Despite his embarrassment, warmth floods Cook's chest at the gesture; he's pleased to know that one day, he'll be more of a permanent part of this family. That this will be his actual family one day. "Oh" she murmurs against his tousled strands, "and, if I catch you in her room 'expressing' your love again, I'm going to have to tell Robbie. You understand, so, lock the door next time, dear."
Another quick peck, and she's off through the door.
Cook grins into his tea. Yes, he's very pleased.
He gets up from the table and begins to rummage through the refrigerator.
Author: coquilleon
Characters/Pairings: Cook/OC, Cook/Effy/ Effy/Freddy
Rating:R, Light NC-17
Warnings: Language, Limes
Summary: Effy has never seen this girl before, but the moment Cook walks into the shed with her, Effy decides that she doesn't like her. Raleigh doesn't think that Effy likes her, much. But that's okay, because after Raleigh feels Cook tense up slightly when he first sees her sprawled out on the ratty couch, she doesn't think she likes Effy much either. Something about Effy Stonem makes the protectiveness surge up in her own chest.
Spoilers: Series 3 - 4
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just like to manipulate them.
Epilogue (of sorts)
Cook wakes up to the smell of rain and a small, warm, naked body pressed up against his own. He turns his head and squints at the clock. The neon green lights form 4:28.
About three hours ago his newly ignited fantasy became a reality, and the proof is now shifting so that her back is to his side.
Cook moves immediately to wrap his arms around Raleigh's small, soft frame, and she snuggles into him, sighing contently. He buries his face into her soft silky hair and inhales deeply. The sheer amount of happiness running through his veins right now is ridiculous; he can't compare it to anything else. He loves the girl in his arms so much it would scare any normal person, it should scare him, but it doesn't. He's always loved hard.
He lifts one hand to brush aside her hair and he kisses her neck, softly. She moves her head to expose her throat to him and she wriggles a little, her bum brushing up against what is becoming a very interested body part. His kisses to her neck turn sensuous, worshiping the velvety soft skin, and reveling in how good it feels against his lips.
The hand he used to brush aside her hair moves down the silk of her shoulder and arm to intertwine their fingers together on her stomach. She turns her head, and their lips meet, and Cook feels like he's floating and falling at the same time. She licks at the seam of lips and when he opens up for her she coaxes his tongue out to play with hers.
She licks the underside and take the tip into her mouth to suckle it gently. Cook's fingers tighten on hers as a shiver runs down his spine. Raleigh's breath hitches, and Cook moves to kiss her jaw and throat again. He moves their intertwined hands down her stomach and they both let out shaky breaths when their fingers find her wet heat. Cook guides her fingers along the soft folds at first, but soon both hands are touching wherever they want and soon it's just Cook's fingers teasing her.
She's pressing down into his palm, gasping, and flexing her body, and he is entranced.
He'd dreamed about this. Dreamed and imagined her body pressing into his, so responsive to his touch. Her breathing is becoming more labored now, and Cook can tell she's close, so he slips his fingers away from her heat, and she whimpers when the tips graze her most sensitive area. He presses a kiss to the underside of her jaw as a soft apology.
His cock is full and heavy, and it is throbbing against the heat of her back. He skims the stomach with his fingers and moves down to caress her thigh. Raleigh sighs again, and relaxes into his ministrations. She is pliable when he hooks a hand under her knee and pulls her leg up, and lets out a low moan as he slips into her.
Her slick walls clench around him, and Cook shudders. He pumps his hips forward slowly, and she moves with him on every stroke.
The pace is relaxed and lazy, and all that can be heard is the sound of the rain that has been threatening for days, and their soft sighs.
Keeping a hold of her thigh, Cook slowly turns onto his back, and slides his hands to hold on to her sides so that she sits astride him and Cook has never seen anything more beautiful; her dark shiny hair cascades down her back, her smooth beautiful back that tapers out to shapely hips. She moves up and down, arching, and the sight of her sliding over him is intoxicating. A bolt of lightning rips through the sky and she looks almost like a ghost in the light.
His hands are gripping her hips tightly now and her movements are becoming frantic. Their both panting, but as soon as Cook's orgasm hits she slows down significantly, and tightens around him. His body arches up into hers as she drags his orgasm out of him, milking him dry. Stars bursts behind his eyes and his spine burns in the best possible way. When he feels her shudder and give a little whine, he reaches through the haze of his own melting mind, and moves his hand down. He circles her bundle of nerves with his middle finger and draws out her ending as painfully sweet as his.
By the time he's done, she's shivering. Just as gently as before, Cook turns back onto his side, carefully so he stays snug inside of her, and pulls her back to his chest. He presses kisses to her throat, and cheek, and ear, and mouth, and he cannot get enough of her in this moment. She lets him hold on, holds on tightly herself, kisses back.
Soon, their breathing slows together, and the sound of the rain and thunder, lull them back to sleep.
=..=..=
When Cook wakes again it's 10:09 and Raleigh is still fast asleep. He knows there's now way they're going to class today, not only because of last night and this morning, but the weather is perfect for having a lie in. Plus, he doesn't think he wants to let her away from him just yet.
He really wants her to wake up in his arms, but Cook gets a better idea and he slowly slips out of bed. He searches around for his discarded boxers and pulls them on when he locates them, careful to stay quiet. He leaves the bedroom and goes to the loo, before he makes his way to the kitchen.
He wants to make her breakfast and bring it to her in bed. He remembers the last time he tried to cook for a girl, only to have her mother tell him she's gone off to the fucking woods without him, with Freddie, tell him to bugger off, and take the cake away before slamming the door in his face.
But that doesn't matter anymore. Effy really doesn't matter anymore. And he's going to make breakfast for Raleigh, for his girl. His girl. He's grinning widely when he steps into the kitchen, scrubbing his hair. A grin that slips off his face immediately when he sees Lilianna Cook sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea.
Cook rarely gets embarrassed but when it comes to Lily and her husband he's feels as if he is a little kid again. He's sure his eyes are as wide as saucers as his head whips around looking for Mr. Cook. Lilly looks up, takes in his lack of attire, and says "Oh, he's gone off to work hours ago, dear. Right then, Jamie. Have a seat."
Cook does what she says automatically, another thing that he's not used to doing except when it comes to these Cooks.
Lily gets up from the table, and he watches as she prepares his tea the way he takes it. When she's settled back in her seat across from him and they've both taken a few sips, Lilly sets down her cup.
"I'm sure you've already guessed that I know what all went on last night." Cook's face burns as he nods. He didn't even bother to check if they were home. He was so angry, and he hadn't thought or looked around for their car as he bent to take the spare key in the potted hanging plant. He'd had a brief moment of surprise when he'd found it, not thinking they'd actually keep the same hiding place. He'd just assumed her parents weren't home. Obviously, they had been, as this speech indicated. "I didn't say anything last night because I didn't want to upset Robbie, you know how he can get," she continues, and Cook can't meet her eyes, so he just looks into the perfect cup of tea.
"Jamie," her gentle tone gives him the courage to lift his gaze, and is relieved to see that her expression matches her voice. "I know how much you love her." She smiles kindly at him, and he gives a hesitant smile back. "And I know that you two are going to want to... express that love-" Cook's smile drops quickly, and he can feel his blush redouble. James Cook. Blushing! Over a talk about sex! He can hardly believe it. "-feelings and strong emotions, and there's nothing wrong with that as long as you both are careful." She seems finished with her small speech. She smiles at him again, and he manages not to give in to the temptation to run from the kitchen table. She rises from her seat, places her cup in the sink, and picks up her purse from the kitchen counter. "Now, I've got to be off. I was waiting round for one of you to make your way down here." She leans down and presses a kiss to his hair.
Despite his embarrassment, warmth floods Cook's chest at the gesture; he's pleased to know that one day, he'll be more of a permanent part of this family. That this will be his actual family one day. "Oh" she murmurs against his tousled strands, "and, if I catch you in her room 'expressing' your love again, I'm going to have to tell Robbie. You understand, so, lock the door next time, dear."
Another quick peck, and she's off through the door.
Cook grins into his tea. Yes, he's very pleased.
He gets up from the table and begins to rummage through the refrigerator.