Oh My Stars and Garters (5/9)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 15:27:30 UTC
Her words make Alfred lean forward again, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Lizzie..." he ignores her familiar mantra of "don't call me that" to continue, "I want to do it so bad. I love it when you dress up these fantastic legs for me. And you aren't wearing any underwear either, that is so fuckin' sexy. You have no idea how much I just want to open my pants and shove my hard cock inside you, but I can't right now, because I don't have a condom and I want to make sure you're going to be safe."
"Safe? Safe from what?" Elizabeth asks, her voice growing a bit dangerous.
He lifts his head and looks at her deeply in the eyes. "You don't want to start a family. I know that. So I don't want to take any risks." His earnest words make Elizabeth falter, and she turns her head to the side, mumbling something under her breath that he can't quite catch. "What was that, Lizzie?"
"I said," her face is burning now, "that I've been thinking about moving here. And I have also been thinking that... I wouldn't mind starting a family with you."
Alfred's eyes widen, and only Elizabeth slapping her hand over his mouth keeps him from letting out a loud whoop of joy. He picks her up and spins her around once, giving her a hard kiss on the lips, before he sets her back down and starts to feverishly undo his belt and pants. "About bloody time," she tells him, a smirk on her face as she lifts her skirt once more and spreads her legs.
He is inside her a moment later, and her spine feels like 4th of July sparklers have just been lit inside it. She bites her lip to prevent sound from escaping, but Alfred's lips descend onto hers for just that purpose. Any sounds she does make are lost into his mouth, his questing tongue remapping the familiar territory.
His thrusts are making Elizabeth's bum slide across the sink, forcing Elizabeth to reach up and brace herself on the mirror as she starts to thrust back to counter the motion. Alfred lets out a groan of his own as Elizabeth starts to participate. Their pace gets faster and faster until a muffled cry from Elizabeth is followed up with the pressure of her orgasm on Alfred's cock. He doesn't cry out as he climaxes, though; his lips shift to her neck and he hums against her skin, biting and sucking until he is sure she will have a bruise.
Their bodies sag against the sink as they relax from their orgasmic highs, Elizabeth looking a little cross-eyed while Alfred's eyes are just closed. Ever so slowly, Alfred staggers upright, standing between Elizabeth's legs and stroking her thighs as he looks down at the place his softening penis just vacated. "Hmm... get my purse for me," Elizabeth mumbles, pointing over to the corner of the bathroom.
Without question, Alfred stumbles over and picks it up, bringing it back to her. She extracts something thick and blue; Alfred's eyes widen in recognition. "Why do you have a dildo with you?" he asks, his voice incredulous.
"You don't expect me to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs, do you?" Her voice is clipped, and she looks at him pointedly before she starts to work the toy inside of her. "Now I can get cleaned up without having to worry about ruining my stockings."
Alfred just shakes his head; there's always something about Elizabeth that surprises him. "Fine, fine." He helps her off of the sink so they can get some wet paper towels to clean themselves up. Once they are finished, Elizabeth fixes her skirt and slips into her pumps while Alfred buckles his belt and grabs their leftovers. She unlocks the bathroom door and slips out, him following a minute or so later, and they head for the exit of the restaurant while pointedly avoiding the knowing looks of the staff.
"By the way, I have a question," Alfred says as they near his apartment, which is only a few blocks away from the restaurant. Elizabeth looks up at him curiously. "Are you always this kinky, or is it just when you're with me?"
Elizabeth stops and looks at him, their entwined hands causing him to stop too.
"Ow! Don't hit me with that thing! What do you have in there, solid concrete?" Alfred nurses his jaw as Elizabeth lowers her hand, her purse dangling from its strap.
Oh My Stars and Garters (6/7) (okay anon can't count)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 16:02:22 UTC
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Elizabeth toes off her pumps at the door as she always does-a habit from her old college roommate Kiku, the Japanese transfer student. Alfred, on the other hand, keeps his shoes on until they get to the bedroom. He sits down on the bed and lifts one leg, removing the loafer on that foot before doing the same to the other. Elizabeth just sits next to him, watching him quietly.
"You aren't having second thoughts, now, are you?" Alfred asks, turning his head to look at her. Sometimes, to her chagrin, she wonders if he is a little bit psychic. "It's written all over your face, Lizzie."
"Damn it, stop doing that," Eliazbeth mutters, but she can't help the smile that crosses her face. "I'm fine. I'm just...nervous, for some reason, that's all." She reaches up and pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Is that all?" Alfred asks teasingly. "Come on, Lizzie, it isn't like we haven't done this before. I'm pretty sure we're both experienced."
Elizabeth hits him, nearly shoves him off the bed, but he just chuckles. "That's not what I meant." She lets out a deep sigh. "It's hard for me to describe. I've been thinking about it for a while, I know what I want, but actually admitting it and taking the steps to get it... It's scary."
Alfred suddenly scoops Elizabeth into his arms bridal-style for a moment before lowering her to her feet. "Turn around." She hesitates, but does so, and he starts to work on unzipping her dress. "So what you're saying is that you want to be with me here in New York, but you're afraid of the changes that's going to cause."
"I hate it when you're being perceptive," Elizabeth mutters.
Alfred simply leans down and kisses the bruise he made earlier on her neck. "Yeah, I hate it too. When everyone knows you're perceptive, they start to expect you to be perceptive all the time, and then they start to rely on you to be intelligent on top of being perceptive. It's a vicious cycle, really."
Elizabeth starts to giggle a little bit, and she feels Alfred smile against her skin. "That's what I like to hear. No more sad faces tonight, all right?"
"I think I can handle that," Elizabeth replies softly. She turns around, letting her dress fall to her feet, and Alfred slowly drinks her in from the lacy bra to the trim stomach to the garter belt to the stockings.
Re: Oh My Stars and Garters (7/7)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 16:04:05 UTC
"Good God, woman, how did you get legs like that?" Elizabeth just shrugs lightly and steps out of her dress, moving over to the bed and slinking catlike onto it-giving Alfred a great view of her unclothed ass and slit. "Now, I see a problem here. You're wearing practically nothing, and I'm fully clothed."
Elizabeth shrugs slightly, leaning back against the pillows. One hand idly traces down to her entrance, toying with the dildo still inside. "You should probably fix that problem soon, then," she murmurs, her eyes sliding halfway shut at the feeling of the dildo moving around.
If he undressed any faster, Alfred vaguely thinks as he climbs onto the bed, he might have lost a few buttons in the process. He settles himself between her legs and gently removes her hand from the toy so that he can take control of it. "Is this what you use when I'm not around?" he asks her. "It's a little smaller than me."
She nods slightly, gasping as he pulls it out. "I don't want anything bigger than you."
Alfred lets out a possessive growl when she says that. "Good." In one smooth motion he sheathes himself inside, swallowing her cry with his lips again. He starts to move, and this time she is moving along with him from the get-go, their lovemaking slow and unhurried.
He can't seem to keep his hands off of her legs, though, fiddling with the straps of the garter belt or sliding his fingers underneath the lacy tops of the stockings. He can feel the fabric against his back and legs as she wraps them around him, and he groans at the sensation.
"Lizzie," he moans into her ear after a few minutes, "I don't think I can keep up this pace." It's a testament to his self-control that he can even speak in complete sentences, he thinks to himself.
Rather than getting upset at the pet name again, she simply nods. "I want more," she says. He pulls out of her for a moment, then slides back in more firmly, setting a new pace that has her petite breasts bouncing in her bra. At this new pace, it doesn't take long before Elizabeth is panting, small moans slipping out every so often as she nears her climax. "Please, Alfred," she whispers. "I need it..."
Her words stoke the fire inside Alfred even more, his pace and power increasing. One thumb slips down to play with her clit, and within a few more moments she is crying out her completion as she pulses around him. He continues to thrust through her climax, prolonging it, kissing all over her face and neck until he buries his nose into her collarbone and groans his own completion.
He slowly lowers himself to the bed, staying inside of her, holding her close. Trying to catch her breath, Elizabeth says, "That was... What's that word you like to use?"
"Awesome," Alfred tells her after a moment. "And I agree." He slowly rubs her back, his fingers coming up to undo the clasp of her bra and free her breasts. "These are pretty awesome, too, if I do say so myself."
Elizabeth chuckles slightly, but pulls away, causing Alfred to slip out of her. "I'm going to take these off," she says. Before she can undo any of the straps on her garter belt, however, Alfred puts a hand over hers.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
July 10 2011, 23:24:06 UTC
ayrt
You don't? Well, you are really good at it. I don't read het often, tbh, but this is my favourite ship, so I thought "why not?" and I'm glad I did. I really liked the fact that you made Elizabeth kinky and in charge of her sexuality. Also, you din't use flowery euphemism for female genitals, which always makes me glad.
Re: Oh My Stars and Garters (7/7)
anonymous
August 16 2011, 22:58:19 UTC
Oh I like these het!USUK fills.
And I also really really like how you've made Elizabeth's body what it's like in my headcanon; not big-breasted, but with killer legs that never really stop.
"Safe? Safe from what?" Elizabeth asks, her voice growing a bit dangerous.
He lifts his head and looks at her deeply in the eyes. "You don't want to start a family. I know that. So I don't want to take any risks." His earnest words make Elizabeth falter, and she turns her head to the side, mumbling something under her breath that he can't quite catch. "What was that, Lizzie?"
"I said," her face is burning now, "that I've been thinking about moving here. And I have also been thinking that... I wouldn't mind starting a family with you."
Alfred's eyes widen, and only Elizabeth slapping her hand over his mouth keeps him from letting out a loud whoop of joy. He picks her up and spins her around once, giving her a hard kiss on the lips, before he sets her back down and starts to feverishly undo his belt and pants. "About bloody time," she tells him, a smirk on her face as she lifts her skirt once more and spreads her legs.
He is inside her a moment later, and her spine feels like 4th of July sparklers have just been lit inside it. She bites her lip to prevent sound from escaping, but Alfred's lips descend onto hers for just that purpose. Any sounds she does make are lost into his mouth, his questing tongue remapping the familiar territory.
His thrusts are making Elizabeth's bum slide across the sink, forcing Elizabeth to reach up and brace herself on the mirror as she starts to thrust back to counter the motion. Alfred lets out a groan of his own as Elizabeth starts to participate. Their pace gets faster and faster until a muffled cry from Elizabeth is followed up with the pressure of her orgasm on Alfred's cock. He doesn't cry out as he climaxes, though; his lips shift to her neck and he hums against her skin, biting and sucking until he is sure she will have a bruise.
Their bodies sag against the sink as they relax from their orgasmic highs, Elizabeth looking a little cross-eyed while Alfred's eyes are just closed. Ever so slowly, Alfred staggers upright, standing between Elizabeth's legs and stroking her thighs as he looks down at the place his softening penis just vacated. "Hmm... get my purse for me," Elizabeth mumbles, pointing over to the corner of the bathroom.
Without question, Alfred stumbles over and picks it up, bringing it back to her. She extracts something thick and blue; Alfred's eyes widen in recognition. "Why do you have a dildo with you?" he asks, his voice incredulous.
"You don't expect me to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs, do you?" Her voice is clipped, and she looks at him pointedly before she starts to work the toy inside of her. "Now I can get cleaned up without having to worry about ruining my stockings."
Alfred just shakes his head; there's always something about Elizabeth that surprises him. "Fine, fine." He helps her off of the sink so they can get some wet paper towels to clean themselves up. Once they are finished, Elizabeth fixes her skirt and slips into her pumps while Alfred buckles his belt and grabs their leftovers. She unlocks the bathroom door and slips out, him following a minute or so later, and they head for the exit of the restaurant while pointedly avoiding the knowing looks of the staff.
"By the way, I have a question," Alfred says as they near his apartment, which is only a few blocks away from the restaurant. Elizabeth looks up at him curiously. "Are you always this kinky, or is it just when you're with me?"
Elizabeth stops and looks at him, their entwined hands causing him to stop too.
"Ow! Don't hit me with that thing! What do you have in there, solid concrete?" Alfred nurses his jaw as Elizabeth lowers her hand, her purse dangling from its strap.
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Elizabeth toes off her pumps at the door as she always does-a habit from her old college roommate Kiku, the Japanese transfer student. Alfred, on the other hand, keeps his shoes on until they get to the bedroom. He sits down on the bed and lifts one leg, removing the loafer on that foot before doing the same to the other. Elizabeth just sits next to him, watching him quietly.
"You aren't having second thoughts, now, are you?" Alfred asks, turning his head to look at her. Sometimes, to her chagrin, she wonders if he is a little bit psychic. "It's written all over your face, Lizzie."
"Damn it, stop doing that," Eliazbeth mutters, but she can't help the smile that crosses her face. "I'm fine. I'm just...nervous, for some reason, that's all." She reaches up and pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Is that all?" Alfred asks teasingly. "Come on, Lizzie, it isn't like we haven't done this before. I'm pretty sure we're both experienced."
Elizabeth hits him, nearly shoves him off the bed, but he just chuckles. "That's not what I meant." She lets out a deep sigh. "It's hard for me to describe. I've been thinking about it for a while, I know what I want, but actually admitting it and taking the steps to get it... It's scary."
Alfred suddenly scoops Elizabeth into his arms bridal-style for a moment before lowering her to her feet. "Turn around." She hesitates, but does so, and he starts to work on unzipping her dress. "So what you're saying is that you want to be with me here in New York, but you're afraid of the changes that's going to cause."
"I hate it when you're being perceptive," Elizabeth mutters.
Alfred simply leans down and kisses the bruise he made earlier on her neck. "Yeah, I hate it too. When everyone knows you're perceptive, they start to expect you to be perceptive all the time, and then they start to rely on you to be intelligent on top of being perceptive. It's a vicious cycle, really."
Elizabeth starts to giggle a little bit, and she feels Alfred smile against her skin. "That's what I like to hear. No more sad faces tonight, all right?"
"I think I can handle that," Elizabeth replies softly. She turns around, letting her dress fall to her feet, and Alfred slowly drinks her in from the lacy bra to the trim stomach to the garter belt to the stockings.
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Elizabeth shrugs slightly, leaning back against the pillows. One hand idly traces down to her entrance, toying with the dildo still inside. "You should probably fix that problem soon, then," she murmurs, her eyes sliding halfway shut at the feeling of the dildo moving around.
If he undressed any faster, Alfred vaguely thinks as he climbs onto the bed, he might have lost a few buttons in the process. He settles himself between her legs and gently removes her hand from the toy so that he can take control of it. "Is this what you use when I'm not around?" he asks her. "It's a little smaller than me."
She nods slightly, gasping as he pulls it out. "I don't want anything bigger than you."
Alfred lets out a possessive growl when she says that. "Good." In one smooth motion he sheathes himself inside, swallowing her cry with his lips again. He starts to move, and this time she is moving along with him from the get-go, their lovemaking slow and unhurried.
He can't seem to keep his hands off of her legs, though, fiddling with the straps of the garter belt or sliding his fingers underneath the lacy tops of the stockings. He can feel the fabric against his back and legs as she wraps them around him, and he groans at the sensation.
"Lizzie," he moans into her ear after a few minutes, "I don't think I can keep up this pace." It's a testament to his self-control that he can even speak in complete sentences, he thinks to himself.
Rather than getting upset at the pet name again, she simply nods. "I want more," she says. He pulls out of her for a moment, then slides back in more firmly, setting a new pace that has her petite breasts bouncing in her bra.
At this new pace, it doesn't take long before Elizabeth is panting, small moans slipping out every so often as she nears her climax. "Please, Alfred," she whispers. "I need it..."
Her words stoke the fire inside Alfred even more, his pace and power increasing. One thumb slips down to play with her clit, and within a few more moments she is crying out her completion as she pulses around him. He continues to thrust through her climax, prolonging it, kissing all over her face and neck until he buries his nose into her collarbone and groans his own completion.
He slowly lowers himself to the bed, staying inside of her, holding her close. Trying to catch her breath, Elizabeth says, "That was... What's that word you like to use?"
"Awesome," Alfred tells her after a moment. "And I agree." He slowly rubs her back, his fingers coming up to undo the clasp of her bra and free her breasts. "These are pretty awesome, too, if I do say so myself."
Elizabeth chuckles slightly, but pulls away, causing Alfred to slip out of her. "I'm going to take these off," she says. Before she can undo any of the straps on her garter belt, however, Alfred puts a hand over hers.
"Leave them on."
There it is, OP! I hope you like it!
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I'm glad you liked the fill, though! I don't actually write hetero smut all that often, so I'm glad it was good!
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You don't? Well, you are really good at it. I don't read het often, tbh, but this is my favourite ship, so I thought "why not?" and I'm glad I did. I really liked the fact that you made Elizabeth kinky and in charge of her sexuality. Also, you din't use flowery euphemism for female genitals, which always makes me glad.
Very hor and very well written :)
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sorry I didn't reply sooner! Loved this fill! so hot, so sexy, so... oh America I love you. Great stuff a!a <3
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I loved writing America for this prompt. It was fun getting to see him as more than a goofy idiot.
I totally didn't just de-anon, nope
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And I also really really like how you've made Elizabeth's body what it's like in my headcanon; not big-breasted, but with killer legs that never really stop.
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