Rainy Day People

[sinanju]

Who: George Lass
When: Day 37, Late Afternoon (during the rain)
Where: Faith's shelter
Invited: Faith
Status: Incomplete

Once Bill and Oona were done fishing, George handed over control of the basket to Bill. At thirty pounds or so each, with four or five fish that was way more than George could handle. Nonetheless, Bill hefted the basket

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[Faith]

[fikgirl]

Faith chuckled low in her lover's ear and noticed how George trembled in her arms; she was sure it wasn't from the cold. Her lips found purchase on George's neck, planting slow kisses from her ear to her shoulder and back up again. Faith's hands skimmed across George's taut belly, finger tips sliding just beneath the hem of the wet t-shirt.

"Trust me, Georgie, nobody's watching us," Faith whispered as her lips returned to George's ear. "They're all too busy trying to keep wet and warm and dry."

She nipped the earlobe gently, rubbing the soft skin of George's stomach. Despite her protests, George let out a soft sigh and pressed into Faith's hands. Faith grinned wickedly.

Freeing one hand, she grabbed the closest blanket and dragged it over George's lower torso, never stopping her rain of soft kisses across George's neck and shoulder.

Hidden from view her hands skimmed across the top of George's shorts and between her thighs which spread with no prompting from Faith.

"Don't worry," Faith promised and heavily dragged three fingers over George's crotch, "In a few minutes babe, I'm gonna make you forget about everything else 'cept what I'm doin' to you."

[George]

[sinanju]

George sat up, drawing a deep breath, as Faith's roaming fingers got her attention. She glanced around but Daniel had wandered away and nobody else was within sight. "You're bad," George said, as much to herself as to Faith.

She relaxed again, leaning back against Faith, enjoying the warmth of her body and the blanket--and the concealment the blanket provided too. Faith continued kissing at George's neck and shoulder and occasionally nibbled on her earlobe, which invariably made George shiver.

Once or twice George reached back to touch Faith's leg, feeling that she ought to do something in turn. But Faith always gently pushed George's hand away. "Later."

So George simply sat and enjoyed Faith's attentions. Her hands roamed from George's knees to her shoulders, with lots of stops in between. At some point George oh-so-casually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts.

Faith didn't miss her subtle hint. Her fingers slid under the waistband of George's underwear, teasing at first but finally going boldly where George wanted them to go. George gasped and arched her back.

Faith's other arm eventually slid around George's torso, holding her in place with unbreakable Slayer strength. The touch of Faith's fingers between her legs, the feel of Faith's breath on George's cheek, the softness of her lips and the almost but not quite painful nips of her teeth had George on edge.

But it was the absolutely filthy picture she painted with words, of things she'd enjoyed seeing and doing with George and the others, and things she intended to do with them, that really made George squirm. George was embarrassed and excited all at once, titillated and shocked, and very very turned on.