Five Times Tony Made Love to Cassie and All the Times Beyond
Title: Five Times Tony Made Love to Cassie and All the Times Beyond
Author: fireroads
Rating: Hard R I guess. I don't think it's explicit enough to be NC-17.
Word count: 932
Pairing: Tony/Cassie
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Skins or any of the characters. Too bad for me.
WARNINGS: This includes BDSM. If that bothers you, please avoid it. It's not bad, but it's just not for some people.
Summary: The first time you made love to Cassie, you didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, you backed her up against your door and pinned her arms above her head and made her say ‘please.’
A/N: Oh, stupid me forgot to add this before. This is kind of a follow up to my tony/cassie dom/sub fic Make Me Smile. You don't need to read that one first at all to get this one, but if this fic seems like it's out of left field, you might want to read the other one first.
i.
The first time you made love to Cassie, you didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, you backed her up against your door and pinned her arms above her head and made her say ‘please.’ When she did, looking up at you with the biggest brown eyes you’d ever seen, you fucked her gentler than you’d ever fucked anyone in your life. At first, she braced herself, expecting hard and fast and bruises and bite marks, but she sighed in surprise when every move you made was tender and calculated. Although her bones still scraped against the hard wood of your door, she didn’t care because you weren’t out to cause her pain.
ii.
The second time you made love to Cassie, you made it to the bed. She tried to touch you, but you pinned her arms back and told her firmly, “No.” She shivered and obliged, looking up at you with those impossibly wide brown eyes.
You slowly undressed her, pulling each garment off slowly until she was naked and trembling before you. You got the feeling that she was used to being fucked fully clothed. You kissed her concave stomach, and up her xylophone ribcage, up to her collarbone and into the hollow of her neck. She made a noise that sounded half between a gasp and a moan and you guided her back down so that she lay vulnerable and uncertain.
Your mouth trailed down from her neck, past her collarbone and ribcage, down past her hipbones that jutted out so painfully, down to the apex between her legs. You let your tongue work its magic to make her feel good, and when you felt her fingers in your hair, tugging unconsciously in utter bliss, you nearly came yourself.
iii.
The third time you made love to Cassie, you not only made it to the bed, you made sure that she wouldn’t be able to leave it without your explicit permission. As she stared you down with those eyes that were almost too large for her face, you retrieved four silk ties from your closet. “Relax,” you told her, and she tried, almost succeeding. Her rapid heartbeat gave her away as you undressed her at a maddeningly slow pace.
Trying to calm her, you took one of her swollen nipples into your mouth and sucked, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. When you reached for her arm, she melted against the bed, abandoning all signs that she was nervous and made herself effectively putty in your hands.
Wrapping the silk tie tightly around her wrists, you secured first her left and then her right arms to the bedposts. You kissed her then, hard and demanding, letting her know that she was completely in your power. She kissed you back, her soft lips yielding to yours, and as your hand travelled lower to fondle her breast, she arched against you, and unconsciously raised a leg, her knee brushing against your hip.
Remembering your plan, you secured each foot to a bedpost so that she laid spread eagle before you. She could barely move a muscle, and that fact alone made you painfully hard.
Her eyes smoldered, her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and you almost groaned.
iv.
The fourth time you made love to Cassie, it was hard and fast in the abandoned boys’ locker room before school. When you finished before she did, you invited her into the shower and finished her off in a stream of hot water and soap.
v.
The fifth time you made love to Cassie, you knew that she wanted it rough. She didn’t say much, but when you kissed her she bit down hard enough on your lip to draw blood. Angered, you pushed her back and her eyes blazed, her breathing hitched and she silently begged you to discard all thoughts of her as a porcelain doll.
You retrieved a condom and a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and pushed her down so that she knelt facing away from you, her cheek pressed into the coverlet. Her lovely brown eyes gazed up at you as you pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed them there, the metal chafing against her alabaster wrists. You rocked into her hard but slowly, taking time to run your fingertips down her spine and over her pale, lovely ass before slamming into her as hard as you could.
She cried out a bit each time your hips hit hers and you felt every bit the sexual deviant you’d morphed into. When she came, it was explosive and sent you into your own realm of bliss. You collapsed against her bent form, your face, damp from exertion, pressed against her spine and you could feel her lungs breathe in and out in and out, mirroring your own.
“Oh wow,” she sighed, her voice slightly muffled against the blanket.
You didn’t say anything, but climbed up onto the bed next to her and pulled her close, her hands still handcuffed behind her.
vi.
After the fifth time you made love to Cassie, you lost count. The game of it didn’t matter anymore. She slowly became a constant in your life, a constant that never ceased to thrill you with her ability to let go and trust you to please her in whatever way you deemed fit.
The sixth and seventh and eighth times you made love to Cassie didn’t mean any less than the first five times, but you knew that there would be a ninth, tenth, eleventh and beyond.
She was, after all, completely yours.
Author: fireroads
Rating: Hard R I guess. I don't think it's explicit enough to be NC-17.
Word count: 932
Pairing: Tony/Cassie
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Skins or any of the characters. Too bad for me.
WARNINGS: This includes BDSM. If that bothers you, please avoid it. It's not bad, but it's just not for some people.
Summary: The first time you made love to Cassie, you didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, you backed her up against your door and pinned her arms above her head and made her say ‘please.’
A/N: Oh, stupid me forgot to add this before. This is kind of a follow up to my tony/cassie dom/sub fic Make Me Smile. You don't need to read that one first at all to get this one, but if this fic seems like it's out of left field, you might want to read the other one first.
i.
The first time you made love to Cassie, you didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, you backed her up against your door and pinned her arms above her head and made her say ‘please.’ When she did, looking up at you with the biggest brown eyes you’d ever seen, you fucked her gentler than you’d ever fucked anyone in your life. At first, she braced herself, expecting hard and fast and bruises and bite marks, but she sighed in surprise when every move you made was tender and calculated. Although her bones still scraped against the hard wood of your door, she didn’t care because you weren’t out to cause her pain.
ii.
The second time you made love to Cassie, you made it to the bed. She tried to touch you, but you pinned her arms back and told her firmly, “No.” She shivered and obliged, looking up at you with those impossibly wide brown eyes.
You slowly undressed her, pulling each garment off slowly until she was naked and trembling before you. You got the feeling that she was used to being fucked fully clothed. You kissed her concave stomach, and up her xylophone ribcage, up to her collarbone and into the hollow of her neck. She made a noise that sounded half between a gasp and a moan and you guided her back down so that she lay vulnerable and uncertain.
Your mouth trailed down from her neck, past her collarbone and ribcage, down past her hipbones that jutted out so painfully, down to the apex between her legs. You let your tongue work its magic to make her feel good, and when you felt her fingers in your hair, tugging unconsciously in utter bliss, you nearly came yourself.
iii.
The third time you made love to Cassie, you not only made it to the bed, you made sure that she wouldn’t be able to leave it without your explicit permission. As she stared you down with those eyes that were almost too large for her face, you retrieved four silk ties from your closet. “Relax,” you told her, and she tried, almost succeeding. Her rapid heartbeat gave her away as you undressed her at a maddeningly slow pace.
Trying to calm her, you took one of her swollen nipples into your mouth and sucked, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. When you reached for her arm, she melted against the bed, abandoning all signs that she was nervous and made herself effectively putty in your hands.
Wrapping the silk tie tightly around her wrists, you secured first her left and then her right arms to the bedposts. You kissed her then, hard and demanding, letting her know that she was completely in your power. She kissed you back, her soft lips yielding to yours, and as your hand travelled lower to fondle her breast, she arched against you, and unconsciously raised a leg, her knee brushing against your hip.
Remembering your plan, you secured each foot to a bedpost so that she laid spread eagle before you. She could barely move a muscle, and that fact alone made you painfully hard.
Her eyes smoldered, her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and you almost groaned.
iv.
The fourth time you made love to Cassie, it was hard and fast in the abandoned boys’ locker room before school. When you finished before she did, you invited her into the shower and finished her off in a stream of hot water and soap.
v.
The fifth time you made love to Cassie, you knew that she wanted it rough. She didn’t say much, but when you kissed her she bit down hard enough on your lip to draw blood. Angered, you pushed her back and her eyes blazed, her breathing hitched and she silently begged you to discard all thoughts of her as a porcelain doll.
You retrieved a condom and a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and pushed her down so that she knelt facing away from you, her cheek pressed into the coverlet. Her lovely brown eyes gazed up at you as you pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed them there, the metal chafing against her alabaster wrists. You rocked into her hard but slowly, taking time to run your fingertips down her spine and over her pale, lovely ass before slamming into her as hard as you could.
She cried out a bit each time your hips hit hers and you felt every bit the sexual deviant you’d morphed into. When she came, it was explosive and sent you into your own realm of bliss. You collapsed against her bent form, your face, damp from exertion, pressed against her spine and you could feel her lungs breathe in and out in and out, mirroring your own.
“Oh wow,” she sighed, her voice slightly muffled against the blanket.
You didn’t say anything, but climbed up onto the bed next to her and pulled her close, her hands still handcuffed behind her.
vi.
After the fifth time you made love to Cassie, you lost count. The game of it didn’t matter anymore. She slowly became a constant in your life, a constant that never ceased to thrill you with her ability to let go and trust you to please her in whatever way you deemed fit.
The sixth and seventh and eighth times you made love to Cassie didn’t mean any less than the first five times, but you knew that there would be a ninth, tenth, eleventh and beyond.
She was, after all, completely yours.