Fic from 30_lemons
Prompts from 30_lemons. [These ones are obviously NSFW/rated NC-17/etc.]
1. Aural Sex
Jason was a sneaky little git, he knew. But he couldn't help himself sometimes, and this? This had been one of those times. He'd left a letter on the front counter for Natalie. The outside simply said, 'Open this letter when you've got no customers and nothing else to be doing.' In smaller lettering, it added, 'Charmed for your ears only.'
Now, he didn't tend to be very good at Charms. In fact, he royally sucked at them when they weren't Charms that he normally used. He'd had to practice that particular charm for weeks before he'd been able to get it to actually work. But it was worth it, because he wouldn't have been able to give her this letter if it hadn't been for the way that it was charmed.
Why, one might be wondering?
He waited for her to open it, standing at the doorframe of the back room. She didn't notice him when she sat down behind the front counter and picked up the letter. The small smile of intrigue that came to her lips made him grin.
Watching her listen to this was going to be... well, there wasn't even a word for it. Her fingers slipped under the tab of the envelope, pulling it open and slipping the parchment from it. When she flipped it open, she suddenly stopped moving at all; she was listening to it now.
'I want you. Right here, right now. On the front counter, if it weren't in such a risque spot. I want to lift you onto the counter and slip my hands below your shirt, feel the way that your stomach tenses with my touch. I want to let my lips brush against yours, against your throat, your neck... I want to taste your skin. Most of all?'
Here, the letter paused, giving her time to open her eyes. Giving him time to know what part of the letter she'd reached.
'Most of all, I want to see the look on your face when we make the counter another place that we've made love. I want to see the way that you smile before your entire body gives in to me. I want to hear your voice when you say my name, and I want to feel the moment that you realize that I will always be the one to make you squirm in ecstasy.'
She'd swallowed, and he stepped forward. The letter was done, but he wasn't. Leaning over her shoulder, he let his lips brush her ear as he whispered the ending, "I will always be the one to make you come."
2. Alone Time
Thinking about things was strictly off-limits when one was wanking. It was just... a known fact, one of those unspoken things. Looking at things was completely different, but thinking? Thinking was just a way to get you into trouble.
Especially thinking about your best friend.
And yet, there he was. His hand trailed down his bare stomach, fingers slipping below his navel and landing just above his hard erection. He shouldn't have been thinking about her; hell, he'd even tried not to. But as his hand wrapped around the base and began to move, slowly, his eyes closed. His mind, unbidden, started drifting to her. The way that she smiled, the way that she looked so nice when she bent over. Thoughts of surprising her with a passionate kiss filled his brain, and his hand moved faster.
A small groan came from him when he thought about the final thing, the thing that took him to the edge.
The way that she bit the end of her pen when she was concentrating, and how very badly he wanted to be that pen.
3. First Timers
His real first time had been with his first girlfriend. It had been awkward, and weird, and sweaty, and... really nothing to talk about. They'd both been young and immature, and had absolutely no idea what they were doing.
His second first time was with the Healer. She'd been nice, and he'd thought that he could fall in love with her -- but really, he should have known better. She'd just been a rebound, and while he'd liked her and they'd had a lot of fun together... it just hadn't been right. The sex hadn't been as awkward as his first first time, and he learned some new things, but on the whole, he'd been unimpressed with the 'magic' that was supposed to happen.
And then...
Then it was his third first time. If he had any say in it, it would be his final first time. Everything about it was perfect, right down to the feel of her skin under his lips, the small whimpering noises that she made, the way that their bodies moved in rhythm with each other.
If he could have changed how many first times he'd had, he wouldn't have. Those other times had prepared him for these fireworks, these cliche rockets going off in his eyes. Everything had prepared him for now, for her, and he would never give that up. As his body tensed and he collapsed, wrapping his arms around her snugly, he knew that he would never again need a first time.
1. Aural Sex
Jason was a sneaky little git, he knew. But he couldn't help himself sometimes, and this? This had been one of those times. He'd left a letter on the front counter for Natalie. The outside simply said, 'Open this letter when you've got no customers and nothing else to be doing.' In smaller lettering, it added, 'Charmed for your ears only.'
Now, he didn't tend to be very good at Charms. In fact, he royally sucked at them when they weren't Charms that he normally used. He'd had to practice that particular charm for weeks before he'd been able to get it to actually work. But it was worth it, because he wouldn't have been able to give her this letter if it hadn't been for the way that it was charmed.
Why, one might be wondering?
He waited for her to open it, standing at the doorframe of the back room. She didn't notice him when she sat down behind the front counter and picked up the letter. The small smile of intrigue that came to her lips made him grin.
Watching her listen to this was going to be... well, there wasn't even a word for it. Her fingers slipped under the tab of the envelope, pulling it open and slipping the parchment from it. When she flipped it open, she suddenly stopped moving at all; she was listening to it now.
'I want you. Right here, right now. On the front counter, if it weren't in such a risque spot. I want to lift you onto the counter and slip my hands below your shirt, feel the way that your stomach tenses with my touch. I want to let my lips brush against yours, against your throat, your neck... I want to taste your skin. Most of all?'
Here, the letter paused, giving her time to open her eyes. Giving him time to know what part of the letter she'd reached.
'Most of all, I want to see the look on your face when we make the counter another place that we've made love. I want to see the way that you smile before your entire body gives in to me. I want to hear your voice when you say my name, and I want to feel the moment that you realize that I will always be the one to make you squirm in ecstasy.'
She'd swallowed, and he stepped forward. The letter was done, but he wasn't. Leaning over her shoulder, he let his lips brush her ear as he whispered the ending, "I will always be the one to make you come."
2. Alone Time
Thinking about things was strictly off-limits when one was wanking. It was just... a known fact, one of those unspoken things. Looking at things was completely different, but thinking? Thinking was just a way to get you into trouble.
Especially thinking about your best friend.
And yet, there he was. His hand trailed down his bare stomach, fingers slipping below his navel and landing just above his hard erection. He shouldn't have been thinking about her; hell, he'd even tried not to. But as his hand wrapped around the base and began to move, slowly, his eyes closed. His mind, unbidden, started drifting to her. The way that she smiled, the way that she looked so nice when she bent over. Thoughts of surprising her with a passionate kiss filled his brain, and his hand moved faster.
A small groan came from him when he thought about the final thing, the thing that took him to the edge.
The way that she bit the end of her pen when she was concentrating, and how very badly he wanted to be that pen.
3. First Timers
His real first time had been with his first girlfriend. It had been awkward, and weird, and sweaty, and... really nothing to talk about. They'd both been young and immature, and had absolutely no idea what they were doing.
His second first time was with the Healer. She'd been nice, and he'd thought that he could fall in love with her -- but really, he should have known better. She'd just been a rebound, and while he'd liked her and they'd had a lot of fun together... it just hadn't been right. The sex hadn't been as awkward as his first first time, and he learned some new things, but on the whole, he'd been unimpressed with the 'magic' that was supposed to happen.
And then...
Then it was his third first time. If he had any say in it, it would be his final first time. Everything about it was perfect, right down to the feel of her skin under his lips, the small whimpering noises that she made, the way that their bodies moved in rhythm with each other.
If he could have changed how many first times he'd had, he wouldn't have. Those other times had prepared him for these fireworks, these cliche rockets going off in his eyes. Everything had prepared him for now, for her, and he would never give that up. As his body tensed and he collapsed, wrapping his arms around her snugly, he knew that he would never again need a first time.