Not So Hidden
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Wilders
Prompt: Sex
Notes: For A Year In Writing.
Warnings: Sexual situations, nothing hard.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Geoffrey's got a hidden agenda.
032: Sex
She moved like a cat; long, sensuous lines and graceful strides. She was impossible not to watch, and Geoffrey indulged himself quite happily.
It wasn’t long before she felt his eyes on her and turned around.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
A softly curving smile and she was back to rearranging the kitchen counter.
“Cathy.”
“Yes?” She turned back to him, only slightly annoyed.
“… Nevermind.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Turned back to her pet project. Geoffrey groaned inwardly when she cocked her hips to one side and his body reminded him that he was only a man.
“Cathy?”
She didn’t turn around this time. “Yes?”
“This time, for real, Cathy.”
She sighed and turned, leaning on the counter. He bit his lip and followed the curve of her body with his eyes.
“How busy are you right now?”
“Not very. Why?”
She sounded suspicious. She had perfectly good reason to. He had an agenda.
Geoffrey started to stand, then thought better of it, as he was wearing rather telling pants. She raised an eyebrow and waited.
“C’mere.”
He held out a hand and beckoned her to him. She took it, only to see what he would do. Geoffrey pulled her into his lap and set about kissing her.
Catharine sighed and ran her fingers up his leg. They brushed over his hard length and she blushed a little, pulling hand and head back. Geoffrey looked a little embarrassed, but didn’t let up.
“Geoff,” she sighed. “Can we at least go to bed, instead of doing it in front of God and everybody?”
He was all too happy to comply. Scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Wilders
Prompt: Sex
Notes: For A Year In Writing.
Warnings: Sexual situations, nothing hard.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Geoffrey's got a hidden agenda.
032: Sex
She moved like a cat; long, sensuous lines and graceful strides. She was impossible not to watch, and Geoffrey indulged himself quite happily.
It wasn’t long before she felt his eyes on her and turned around.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
A softly curving smile and she was back to rearranging the kitchen counter.
“Cathy.”
“Yes?” She turned back to him, only slightly annoyed.
“… Nevermind.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Turned back to her pet project. Geoffrey groaned inwardly when she cocked her hips to one side and his body reminded him that he was only a man.
“Cathy?”
She didn’t turn around this time. “Yes?”
“This time, for real, Cathy.”
She sighed and turned, leaning on the counter. He bit his lip and followed the curve of her body with his eyes.
“How busy are you right now?”
“Not very. Why?”
She sounded suspicious. She had perfectly good reason to. He had an agenda.
Geoffrey started to stand, then thought better of it, as he was wearing rather telling pants. She raised an eyebrow and waited.
“C’mere.”
He held out a hand and beckoned her to him. She took it, only to see what he would do. Geoffrey pulled her into his lap and set about kissing her.
Catharine sighed and ran her fingers up his leg. They brushed over his hard length and she blushed a little, pulling hand and head back. Geoffrey looked a little embarrassed, but didn’t let up.
“Geoff,” she sighed. “Can we at least go to bed, instead of doing it in front of God and everybody?”
He was all too happy to comply. Scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.