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Happy when it rains...

May 28, 2008 15:11

[Morning of Thursday, June 18]The rain's taken a turn for the steady; I can hear it drumming down, bouncing off roof and window. Waking up is a slow and drifting thing, curled up under the blankets with Iago's breath warm on the back of my neck, and I can't think of a damn reason worth moving or even opening my eyes ( Read more... )

iago, glass, !adult content: sex

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iago_excolo May 29 2008, 00:18:44 UTC

As I slowly wake up, I feel my sweet girl move about and catch my hand in hers. She's warm and soft from our night's rest and her soft hair smells sweet pressed against my face. I hear her softly whisper "Morning, cariad," as I gently nuzzle the back of her neck.

"Morning, luv. Sleep well?" I softly stroke her arm as I roll her over to face me as I grin sleepily.

glass_beddau May 29 2008, 02:48:28 UTC

"Slept beautifully. And you?" I run the backs of my fingers across his face, then slip one arm around him, shifting to lie more comfortably, closer. The shared warmth between us is a drowsy cocoon; I don't think there's anything anyone could say or do to set my mind on something else.

Still... definitely need to lay things out for him today. Possibly later. "You've anything you need to be doing this morning?"

iago_excolo May 29 2008, 04:16:24 UTC

"I did, luv. I sleep well every night you're in my arms." I lean into her caress and kiss her knuckles as they brush over my mouth, sliding my arm around her as she moves closer. Milady Glass is radiant this morning and the notion of basking in her presence all day is a sweet one. "I've no plans, luv. It's my day off so we could stay in the bed all day, if you so chose." I stroke her cheek and kiss her softly as I grin at her. "Surely, we could come up with something to occupy our time together."

glass_beddau May 29 2008, 04:48:50 UTC

His kiss is slow and warm as a summer evening, soft dusk and a hint of the night air's sharpness. "Surely, we could come up with something to occupy our time together."

I smile. "Surely we could." I run one hand along his back; steady, sweeping strokes, a caress along lean muscle and sleek flesh. I'm sure I had my nails set to him last night, ecstatic scratches as I begged for his touch and heard him calling my name, but it's not done him any harm that I can see.

"I've news I should share with you, stormcrow, and a thought or two for the use of our time. D'you've a mind for one or the other?"

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iago_excolo June 2 2008, 01:44:53 UTC

"Only one wrong, luv. You still haven't decided on a forfeit and this..." I chuckle as I drag my captured hand lightly across her now-hardened nipple. Her strength is no match for mine but I don't want to hurt her. I only want to tease. "..is not a punishment. It's merely an enticement to sweeter activities."

I grin eagerly as I watch her face. She enjoys a small bite of pain as much as I do. Nothing overwhelming but a small taste, to heighten the pleasure. How far will she let me go?

"Will you let me choose your forfeit, luv? Perhaps.." I'm tentative in my requests as I don't want to scare her but my curiosity regarding her sexual limits is piqued. "..perhaps, you're a naughty girl? You tell me what you think a naughty girl would deserve?" There. I've asked, in a roundabout way, and now she'll tell me how far she wants to go.

glass_beddau June 2 2008, 02:12:18 UTC

"Will you let me choose your forfeit, luv? Perhaps... tell me what you think a naughty girl would deserve?"

...well spit and staunchweed.

Shock goes through me like a plunge through the ice in winter, the suddenness of it enough to leave me numb rather than cold. "I d-don't..." I glance away from Iago's eyes, find myself looking at the fading bites and scratches across his arms and chest, and feel myself turn scarlet. Oh. Well, he'd not seemed to mind, but I'd never actually thought of any of it that way over the last week.

"I-I..." No recrimination in him, at least, but I'm still floundering for words, fighting the urge to tell him he's thinking of Wanda, not me. And feeling very, very naive indeed.

Breathe, Glass. I truly believe he'd not mean to harm you, whatever happens.

"Bartender," I say shakily, and the words stutter even though they come easier with my not looking at him, now that I can pretend they're about something else, "I believe you're disc-cussing a d-drink I've not tried yet. I've no idea how I'd t-take ( ... )

iago_excolo June 2 2008, 03:04:35 UTC

She's shocked, my sweet girl, and nervous as well...otherwise, she wouldn't be stuttering. And she's so alluring when she blushes, all rosy and bright-eyed. There's no harm in the asking, only in the forcing and I'd never force Milady Glass into an activity she was against. Not for anything in this world.

"I believe you're disc-cussing a d-drink I've not tried yet. I've no idea how I'd t-take to it, nor my tolerance." She's looking away from me. How shocked is she? More to the point, how opposed to the notion is she?

Gently tilting her face in my direction, I softly say, "Luv, I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. You do believe that, yes?" I softly stroke her cheek as I continue. "I only ask as you seemed to enjoy a bit of roughness, as I do, sweet girl. I don't have a whip hidden under the bed, waiting for the right moment. That's much too far, in my opinion, luv. Plus, I doubt even my hide could withstand that kind of punishment." I chuckle and grin in amusement ( ... )

glass_beddau June 2 2008, 03:58:09 UTC

"Luv, I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. You do believe that, yes?" I nod wordlessly, pressing into the gentle stroke of his hand. "I only ask as you seemed to enjoy a bit of roughness, as I do, sweet girl. I don't have a whip hidden under the bed, waiting for the right moment... I doubt even my hide could withstand that kind of punishment." He's startled a laugh out of me, but it's a thin and nervous one, and he continues.

"I only ask so you have the option of deciding where you want to go and what you want to do."

"I don't know. I--truly, stormcrow, I'd not th-thought of any of it that way. It's--it's never come up." Iago's not my first, but no-one else ever went further than holding an arm hard enough to bruise, and none of them ever did anything but accept my scratching or ask me to stop, and that was where it lay. And of the stunning multitude of my trysts since I left Swansight and took to the road, none of them lifted me up and left me singing the way he does, left me feeling like I was sixteen ( ... )

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