Passions Spent (Sequel) 1c/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 01:16:28 UTC
Arthur pauses all movement.
“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could say what’s in her head-all the words she hopes might comfort Arthur in some way, give him the confidence he needs. Because, as much as he denies it or hides behind whatever hardened mask he’d crafted for himself, Emily knows firsthand that Arthur has one hell of a low self-esteem. Sure, it hadn’t been that obvious to her when she’d first interacted with him during the course of their first two years of attending World Academy, but her eyes had been opened the summer before, when she and Arthur had first slept together.
Emily hums thoughtfully and stares up at the ceiling, her hand still threading through Arthur’s choppy locks. What can I do…what can I say…?
Something catches her baby blue eyes; a wooden chair behind the desk, one that had been carved of an ornate design, with a red cushion on the seat and the arms covered with a plush red leather covering. Emily blinks at the seat, and then a small smile forms on her face.
“Hey, Artie?”
“Yeah?”
“How long until your meeting starts?”
Arthur glances up to check his watch. “Ten minutes. Why?”
“I’ve got an idea.” Her grin grows as she nods her head. “Take a seat.”
Arthur looks up to stare at her with flushing cheeks and a confused expression. Then he sees the chair and his eyes glint with a recognition of some kind, one that causes his blush to increase. But Arthur doesn’t argue; he pulls out of her, with some reluctance, and walks to sit on the chair. With a shimmer of nervousness flashing in green, he watches as Emily stands and walks over to him. She straddles his lap, lifting herself up so that her sex is hovering over him, and she smiles widely at his crimson face.
“Takes you back, doesn’t it, Artie?”
Arthur blinks, and then scowls-though if one were to look a little closer, you could see the embarrassment and shame in his eyes.
“You promised you wouldn’t mention th-AH!” His eyes widen as Emily sits on him, taking him in once more. Then they clench shut, his mouth parting to let out soft groans of pleasure and his hands tightly clenching at the arms of the chair.
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1d/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:11:10 UTC
Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan of longing with each inch she takes in. Once he’s filled her to the hilt, Emily opens her eyes and cups Arthur’s face in her hands, which causes him to open his eyes and lock onto hers. Emily smiles softly and leans down to kiss him deeply before slowly starting to lift her hips up and down. Arthur’s groan vibrates between their joined mouths, and shakily, he brings his hands up to touch her, one going to one of her hips and the other cupping the middle of her back, as if to pull her closer.
Emily parts from Arthur, panting softly, and then begins to press soft kisses on his cheeks. As her hip movements quicken, gradually bringing them both to their precipice, she starts to kiss down his neck until she gets to the base, which she suckles with relish.
Closing her eyes at the pleasure building inside her, Emily listens to each choked cry Arthur lets out-almost as if they were music to her ears.
--
Arthur is still blushing as he tries to straighten his clothes, so it wouldn’t be so obvious that he’d recently been participating in a little “rumble-tumble in the hay”, as the saying goes.
…Or, at least, Emily thinks that’s how it goes.
Eh, it probably doesn’t matter, she shrugs as she buttons her shirt. When she’s done, she pulls it up and ties it into a high knot so her midriff is showing again. From the corner of her eye, Emily catches Arthur staring and turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow wryly. The boy’s blush increases and he snaps his head to look away, frowning and closing his eyes.
“Going to dress like a delinquent again, are we?” Arthur huffs.
Emily smiles. “I thought I was a ‘bloody tart’?”
“Tch, that too.”
“Well, in that case, yes, I am.”
Arthur stares at her for a few silent moments, and then he smirks. “One day I’ll get you to see it my way, and then you’ll wear the proper uniform.”
“Gee, where have I heard that before?” Emily cups her chin, looking mockingly contemplative. “Oh, right! Didn’t you say that you would one day get me to stop eating hamburgers?”
“Well, ye-”
“-And that you would one day get me to like your cooking? Which is still horrible, by the way.”
“Hey-”
“And then there was that one time you said that you would one day prove that your little fairy friends exist-when you were drunk, might I add?”
“All right, all right!” Arthur blushes with embarrassment. “I get the point.”
The American girl laughs softly and walks over to him. She takes his tie in her hands and tries to straighten it out, (blatantly ignoring the voice inside her head, telling her how much she looks like her mom when Dad’s leaving for work).
“One day, Artie, I’ll get you to see that you can’t just control me, like you do to the rest of the school,” Emily promises, looking at him with a bright smile. “One day, you’ll realize that there’s no way you can get rid of my pure heroic awesomeness!”
For a moment, Emily sees something flash in Arthur’s eyes-something that always seems to show up whenever Arthur is around her, in particular-something that is quickly hidden away as he hardens his eyes again. He doesn’t know that she saw it; and he doesn’t know that seeing it makes her heart ache in a way that it’s never done before.
“Whatever.” Arthur snorts. “I’m not going to give up.”
“And I won’t either,” Emily nods and winks playfully, releasing his tie. “Now, go to your meeting and do…school council president things-whatever it is you do!”
Then she leans forward to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss, which makes Arthur blush, of course. When Emily parts from him, she sees that emotion again in his beautiful green eyes, and, despite the smile she carries, her heart clenches. She heads to the door and walks out, calling and waving at him from over her shoulder.
“Later, Artie!”
Unknown to Emily, Arthur watches her leave, and the sadness in his eyes shows openly before he lets out a sigh and begins walking to the meeting…
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:19:10 UTC
Once she gets her beloved bomber jacket from her locker, Emily starts heading home, her face still beaming, but her eyes steely with determination.
One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
--
A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta...
Okay, I'll admit this now--this ending was a little rushed. Because of that, the ending is probably a little confusing to you. For that, I'm sorry. But I was asked to do a sequel, and I thought--"Aw, hell, why not?" (I seem to think this a lot...)
I hope it was somewhat good enough for you to enjoy, though. ^^ I actually do have ideas for the future, but I might post them on my ff.net account. If anyone wants, I'll post the link to it later.
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 05:22:30 UTC
O-oh god ;A; this fill.
Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 11 2011, 09:21:01 UTC
YOU WILL MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST LADY EVER IF YOU WRITE MORE AND TURN THIS INTO A LONG, EPIC FANFIC WHERE THEY GO THROUGH DRAMA AND EVENTUALLY SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS AND RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER AND MAKE BEAUTIFUL BABIES!
“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could say what’s in her head-all the words she hopes might comfort Arthur in some way, give him the confidence he needs. Because, as much as he denies it or hides behind whatever hardened mask he’d crafted for himself, Emily knows firsthand that Arthur has one hell of a low self-esteem. Sure, it hadn’t been that obvious to her when she’d first interacted with him during the course of their first two years of attending World Academy, but her eyes had been opened the summer before, when she and Arthur had first slept together.
Emily hums thoughtfully and stares up at the ceiling, her hand still threading through Arthur’s choppy locks. What can I do…what can I say…?
Something catches her baby blue eyes; a wooden chair behind the desk, one that had been carved of an ornate design, with a red cushion on the seat and the arms covered with a plush red leather covering. Emily blinks at the seat, and then a small smile forms on her face.
“Hey, Artie?”
“Yeah?”
“How long until your meeting starts?”
Arthur glances up to check his watch. “Ten minutes. Why?”
“I’ve got an idea.” Her grin grows as she nods her head. “Take a seat.”
Arthur looks up to stare at her with flushing cheeks and a confused expression. Then he sees the chair and his eyes glint with a recognition of some kind, one that causes his blush to increase. But Arthur doesn’t argue; he pulls out of her, with some reluctance, and walks to sit on the chair. With a shimmer of nervousness flashing in green, he watches as Emily stands and walks over to him. She straddles his lap, lifting herself up so that her sex is hovering over him, and she smiles widely at his crimson face.
“Takes you back, doesn’t it, Artie?”
Arthur blinks, and then scowls-though if one were to look a little closer, you could see the embarrassment and shame in his eyes.
“You promised you wouldn’t mention th-AH!” His eyes widen as Emily sits on him, taking him in once more. Then they clench shut, his mouth parting to let out soft groans of pleasure and his hands tightly clenching at the arms of the chair.
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Emily parts from Arthur, panting softly, and then begins to press soft kisses on his cheeks. As her hip movements quicken, gradually bringing them both to their precipice, she starts to kiss down his neck until she gets to the base, which she suckles with relish.
Closing her eyes at the pleasure building inside her, Emily listens to each choked cry Arthur lets out-almost as if they were music to her ears.
--
Arthur is still blushing as he tries to straighten his clothes, so it wouldn’t be so obvious that he’d recently been participating in a little “rumble-tumble in the hay”, as the saying goes.
…Or, at least, Emily thinks that’s how it goes.
Eh, it probably doesn’t matter, she shrugs as she buttons her shirt. When she’s done, she pulls it up and ties it into a high knot so her midriff is showing again. From the corner of her eye, Emily catches Arthur staring and turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow wryly. The boy’s blush increases and he snaps his head to look away, frowning and closing his eyes.
“Going to dress like a delinquent again, are we?” Arthur huffs.
Emily smiles. “I thought I was a ‘bloody tart’?”
“Tch, that too.”
“Well, in that case, yes, I am.”
Arthur stares at her for a few silent moments, and then he smirks. “One day I’ll get you to see it my way, and then you’ll wear the proper uniform.”
“Gee, where have I heard that before?” Emily cups her chin, looking mockingly contemplative. “Oh, right! Didn’t you say that you would one day get me to stop eating hamburgers?”
“Well, ye-”
“-And that you would one day get me to like your cooking? Which is still horrible, by the way.”
“Hey-”
“And then there was that one time you said that you would one day prove that your little fairy friends exist-when you were drunk, might I add?”
“All right, all right!” Arthur blushes with embarrassment. “I get the point.”
The American girl laughs softly and walks over to him. She takes his tie in her hands and tries to straighten it out, (blatantly ignoring the voice inside her head, telling her how much she looks like her mom when Dad’s leaving for work).
“One day, Artie, I’ll get you to see that you can’t just control me, like you do to the rest of the school,” Emily promises, looking at him with a bright smile. “One day, you’ll realize that there’s no way you can get rid of my pure heroic awesomeness!”
For a moment, Emily sees something flash in Arthur’s eyes-something that always seems to show up whenever Arthur is around her, in particular-something that is quickly hidden away as he hardens his eyes again. He doesn’t know that she saw it; and he doesn’t know that seeing it makes her heart ache in a way that it’s never done before.
“Whatever.” Arthur snorts. “I’m not going to give up.”
“And I won’t either,” Emily nods and winks playfully, releasing his tie. “Now, go to your meeting and do…school council president things-whatever it is you do!”
Then she leans forward to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss, which makes Arthur blush, of course. When Emily parts from him, she sees that emotion again in his beautiful green eyes, and, despite the smile she carries, her heart clenches. She heads to the door and walks out, calling and waving at him from over her shoulder.
“Later, Artie!”
Unknown to Emily, Arthur watches her leave, and the sadness in his eyes shows openly before he lets out a sigh and begins walking to the meeting…
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One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
--
A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta...
Okay, I'll admit this now--this ending was a little rushed. Because of that, the ending is probably a little confusing to you. For that, I'm sorry. But I was asked to do a sequel, and I thought--"Aw, hell, why not?" (I seem to think this a lot...)
I hope it was somewhat good enough for you to enjoy, though. ^^ I actually do have ideas for the future, but I might post them on my ff.net account. If anyone wants, I'll post the link to it later.
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Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
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PLEEEEEEAAAAASE? ;A;
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