(no subject)
Yet another smutty, untitled ficlet.
Rating: R?
Pairing: Unknown, but who cares? - Make it whoever you want, whichever pairing floats your boat :)
Genre: Smut, PWP, Romance
Summary: Gives a whole new meaning to "armchair slash" (for those of you who don't know it's the name of a slash mailing-list).
It's not as kinky as it sounds. But enjoy anyway :)
We are in the Common Room. It is midnight. We are alone.
We are curled up in the big armchair by the fireplace - the fire has long been put out by the house-elves and it is cold. I press myself against you and you enfold me in your arms - I can feel your soft chest cushioning my back. I lean into you, pressing my shoulderblades against your breasts and you moan. You're not wearing a bra. Neither am I.
My erect nipples show through the thin fabric of my cotton blouse and you notice too. Your hands slide under my blouse - they are surprisingly warm. Your fingers begin to make slow circles around my nipples, sending shivers through my body. I squirm in your lap and lean back harder, crushing you into the armchair - I know it hurts you and I hear you gasp - I expect you to squeeze my breasts roughly and hurt me back but you don't - instead you make soft noises and nibble at my ear, your jaw resting on my right shoulder. Your mouth is inches from mine, I can hear your shuddering breaths and I WANT you.
I want you to take me - then and there. All I want is to feel your fingers inside me, slipping and sliding in their familiar rhythm. I turn and gaze pleadingly into your eyes - but you pretend not to sense my urgency. You continue to rub my nipples with excruciating slowness - all I can do is sigh and lean back against you, enjoying the slow, rhythmic friction of your skin against mine.
Rating: R?
Pairing: Unknown, but who cares? - Make it whoever you want, whichever pairing floats your boat :)
Genre: Smut, PWP, Romance
Summary: Gives a whole new meaning to "armchair slash" (for those of you who don't know it's the name of a slash mailing-list).
It's not as kinky as it sounds. But enjoy anyway :)
We are in the Common Room. It is midnight. We are alone.
We are curled up in the big armchair by the fireplace - the fire has long been put out by the house-elves and it is cold. I press myself against you and you enfold me in your arms - I can feel your soft chest cushioning my back. I lean into you, pressing my shoulderblades against your breasts and you moan. You're not wearing a bra. Neither am I.
My erect nipples show through the thin fabric of my cotton blouse and you notice too. Your hands slide under my blouse - they are surprisingly warm. Your fingers begin to make slow circles around my nipples, sending shivers through my body. I squirm in your lap and lean back harder, crushing you into the armchair - I know it hurts you and I hear you gasp - I expect you to squeeze my breasts roughly and hurt me back but you don't - instead you make soft noises and nibble at my ear, your jaw resting on my right shoulder. Your mouth is inches from mine, I can hear your shuddering breaths and I WANT you.
I want you to take me - then and there. All I want is to feel your fingers inside me, slipping and sliding in their familiar rhythm. I turn and gaze pleadingly into your eyes - but you pretend not to sense my urgency. You continue to rub my nipples with excruciating slowness - all I can do is sigh and lean back against you, enjoying the slow, rhythmic friction of your skin against mine.