Inception: Arthur/Mal: Kink Meme
Title: Bonjour Mon Amant
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: Inception
Characters: Arthur/Mal
Word Count: 632
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for inception_kink for this prompt: Arthur/Mal, ANYTHING. Although bonus points if either Arthur or Mal or both of them are completely shameless about going behind Cobb's back.
He rotates the card key in his hand and at one point he grips it so hard that it leaves indentions in his palm. He loosens his tie slightly when he steps into the elevator. He presses the button for the 15th floor. He’s so lost from reality at this point he doesn’t even remember walking to room 1542. Arthur slides the key into the slot.
He’s greeted by the site of Mal stretched out on the bed. She wears a smile along with a dark purple, silk nightgown that hits her mid thigh.
“Bonjour mon amant,” she purrs while kicking off a high heel. Her voice gives him shivers.
Arthur smiles and removes his tailored suit jacket. Mal props up on her elbows and spreads her legs while he kneels between them. One hand tangles in her hair while the other grips the bare skin of her leg. Their lips crush together and he tastes cherries. Sweet, dark cherries. Her tongue swirls in his mouth; he tastes like the tobacco he swears he doesn’t smoke. She knows all his naughty little secrets.
Her nails scrape down the shoulder of his pink shirt and one leg hooks around one of his hips. He’s already hard. Arthur moves his lips over the swells of her perfect breasts.
“I missed you,” he whispers against her bare skin.
“I missed you too, lover,” she grins while wrapping her hand around his tie.
He pulls one of the straps of her nightgown down, exposing a creamy breast and a rosy pink nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth until it is rock hard. Mal lets out a stream of French words that Arthur is sure means something vulgar. Her fingers tangle in his hair, yanking each strand with surprising strength.
“Stop,” he growls at her.
“Non,” she smirks and tugs ever harder this time.
Arthur growls again and grabs her wrists, pinning them with one hand above her head. Mal smiles with delight while she watches him undo his tie with the other hand. He binds the pink silk around her wrists and tests to make sure it is secure.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he hisses into her ear.
“You always do, mon amant.”
Arthur yanks the nightgown off her body and Mal arches with pleasure as the cold air hits her skin. She’s left with just a thin scrap of lavender to cover her sex. Arthur reaches for the already opened bottle of champagne and pools it into her bully button.
“Aiii,” Mal groans as he slurps the liquid up.
He hooks his fingers around the sides of the thong and yanks it down her shapely legs. He parts her thighs and swipes his tongue quickly over her wet folds. Mal bites on her lower lip, muting a soft whimper. He continues to tease her with his tongue until she’s moaning and begging for more. He stops for a moment to unzip his pants.
“Can you untie me now?” Mal asks, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Only if you promise to behave,” he teases.
“Never, darling,” she laughs as he slips inside of her.
For the next few minutes the room is filled with their moans and grunts. Both are aware of the fact that about in two hours time, Mal will be with Cobb, dining on the finest Italian cuisine. Then she’ll spend the evening with him buried between her thighs. Neither cares. Arthur loosens the ties once he’s finished and kisses her sweet lips again. This time she tastes like cinnamon; sharp and slightly sugary. He places a kiss on the spot of skin just below her ear before he gets dressed and leaves.
“Au revoir, mon amant,” she calls after him before the door shuts.
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: Inception
Characters: Arthur/Mal
Word Count: 632
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for inception_kink for this prompt: Arthur/Mal, ANYTHING. Although bonus points if either Arthur or Mal or both of them are completely shameless about going behind Cobb's back.
He rotates the card key in his hand and at one point he grips it so hard that it leaves indentions in his palm. He loosens his tie slightly when he steps into the elevator. He presses the button for the 15th floor. He’s so lost from reality at this point he doesn’t even remember walking to room 1542. Arthur slides the key into the slot.
He’s greeted by the site of Mal stretched out on the bed. She wears a smile along with a dark purple, silk nightgown that hits her mid thigh.
“Bonjour mon amant,” she purrs while kicking off a high heel. Her voice gives him shivers.
Arthur smiles and removes his tailored suit jacket. Mal props up on her elbows and spreads her legs while he kneels between them. One hand tangles in her hair while the other grips the bare skin of her leg. Their lips crush together and he tastes cherries. Sweet, dark cherries. Her tongue swirls in his mouth; he tastes like the tobacco he swears he doesn’t smoke. She knows all his naughty little secrets.
Her nails scrape down the shoulder of his pink shirt and one leg hooks around one of his hips. He’s already hard. Arthur moves his lips over the swells of her perfect breasts.
“I missed you,” he whispers against her bare skin.
“I missed you too, lover,” she grins while wrapping her hand around his tie.
He pulls one of the straps of her nightgown down, exposing a creamy breast and a rosy pink nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth until it is rock hard. Mal lets out a stream of French words that Arthur is sure means something vulgar. Her fingers tangle in his hair, yanking each strand with surprising strength.
“Stop,” he growls at her.
“Non,” she smirks and tugs ever harder this time.
Arthur growls again and grabs her wrists, pinning them with one hand above her head. Mal smiles with delight while she watches him undo his tie with the other hand. He binds the pink silk around her wrists and tests to make sure it is secure.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he hisses into her ear.
“You always do, mon amant.”
Arthur yanks the nightgown off her body and Mal arches with pleasure as the cold air hits her skin. She’s left with just a thin scrap of lavender to cover her sex. Arthur reaches for the already opened bottle of champagne and pools it into her bully button.
“Aiii,” Mal groans as he slurps the liquid up.
He hooks his fingers around the sides of the thong and yanks it down her shapely legs. He parts her thighs and swipes his tongue quickly over her wet folds. Mal bites on her lower lip, muting a soft whimper. He continues to tease her with his tongue until she’s moaning and begging for more. He stops for a moment to unzip his pants.
“Can you untie me now?” Mal asks, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Only if you promise to behave,” he teases.
“Never, darling,” she laughs as he slips inside of her.
For the next few minutes the room is filled with their moans and grunts. Both are aware of the fact that about in two hours time, Mal will be with Cobb, dining on the finest Italian cuisine. Then she’ll spend the evening with him buried between her thighs. Neither cares. Arthur loosens the ties once he’s finished and kisses her sweet lips again. This time she tastes like cinnamon; sharp and slightly sugary. He places a kiss on the spot of skin just below her ear before he gets dressed and leaves.
“Au revoir, mon amant,” she calls after him before the door shuts.