dropping this here so I don't lose it
Title: Shower Doors
Fandom: Luceti
Characters: Cloud/Stella
Genre: Non-graphic porn. :|
Rating: C'mon really? NC-17
Summary: Cloud and Stella have a steamy affair; literally.
Her hand flailed out before slapping against the glass; her nails scratched lightly over the surface as she curled her fingers into a fist. Her hair was still in a bun; she hadn't intended to wash it today, but strands were sticking to her neck so she figured after this was done she might as well. Especially considering the sweat she was working up, though Cloud was being gentlemanly enough to keep her face out of the shower spray. The tiles against her back had started off cool, but quickly warmed up as her back moved against them in a slow, rocking rhythm that followed her gasping breaths. Her head tilted back -"Cloud," she panted- and his lips and tongue found her neck as he made his own low sound that rumbled in his chest.
His hands held her easily, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Her ankles were crossed at the small of his back, toes curling, and the muscles in her thighs were starting to get tired from clenching so hard but damn it all if she was about to let go. She'd suffer muscle cramps later if that meant this could keep going...whatever "this" was. She didn't know, he didn't clarify and she didn't ask. Idly, somewhere in the haze of her mind she wondered if later they would regret this, but then he moved and it was all she could do to bite back a shriek.
Her hand left the shower door and both arms circled around his neck; nails dug into the skin of his back and she began to gasp as he moved harder. An arm shifted to support her waist and he leaned forward to put more of her weight against the wall; she wondered why, then heard a dull thud as he smacked a fist against the tiles, which cracked just a little. She shuddered; a hand snaked up to grip his hair and for the first time since he'd gotten into the shower with her, their eyes met. They didn't kiss; they hadn't kissed, not once. It was an unspoken rule.
Cloud moved, and she began to bite back loud sounds of encouragement; her heart pounded against her chest, everything pulled in tight and her nails were scrabbling at his back. A low sound was thrumming up from his throat and before she knew it, he'd pressed his face to her breasts and begged, voice low and hoarse, "Stella...!" Begged. Begged. She tightened her legs and then she was gone.
Dimly she realized, panting with her head rested back against the tiles, Cloud's hips still jerking against hers with his arm trembling around her, that they still had hot water. Their water heaters must have a huge capacity.
Or maybe it just hadn't taken as long as she thought it would.
Fandom: Luceti
Characters: Cloud/Stella
Genre: Non-graphic porn. :|
Rating: C'mon really? NC-17
Summary: Cloud and Stella have a steamy affair; literally.
Her hand flailed out before slapping against the glass; her nails scratched lightly over the surface as she curled her fingers into a fist. Her hair was still in a bun; she hadn't intended to wash it today, but strands were sticking to her neck so she figured after this was done she might as well. Especially considering the sweat she was working up, though Cloud was being gentlemanly enough to keep her face out of the shower spray. The tiles against her back had started off cool, but quickly warmed up as her back moved against them in a slow, rocking rhythm that followed her gasping breaths. Her head tilted back -"Cloud," she panted- and his lips and tongue found her neck as he made his own low sound that rumbled in his chest.
His hands held her easily, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Her ankles were crossed at the small of his back, toes curling, and the muscles in her thighs were starting to get tired from clenching so hard but damn it all if she was about to let go. She'd suffer muscle cramps later if that meant this could keep going...whatever "this" was. She didn't know, he didn't clarify and she didn't ask. Idly, somewhere in the haze of her mind she wondered if later they would regret this, but then he moved and it was all she could do to bite back a shriek.
Her hand left the shower door and both arms circled around his neck; nails dug into the skin of his back and she began to gasp as he moved harder. An arm shifted to support her waist and he leaned forward to put more of her weight against the wall; she wondered why, then heard a dull thud as he smacked a fist against the tiles, which cracked just a little. She shuddered; a hand snaked up to grip his hair and for the first time since he'd gotten into the shower with her, their eyes met. They didn't kiss; they hadn't kissed, not once. It was an unspoken rule.
Cloud moved, and she began to bite back loud sounds of encouragement; her heart pounded against her chest, everything pulled in tight and her nails were scrabbling at his back. A low sound was thrumming up from his throat and before she knew it, he'd pressed his face to her breasts and begged, voice low and hoarse, "Stella...!" Begged. Begged. She tightened her legs and then she was gone.
Dimly she realized, panting with her head rested back against the tiles, Cloud's hips still jerking against hers with his arm trembling around her, that they still had hot water. Their water heaters must have a huge capacity.
Or maybe it just hadn't taken as long as she thought it would.