For my Charlie-Bear
Who: Emma and Ethan
Where: on Base; Ethan's office
What: Drabble request; Emma and Ethan bicker, and it escalates
Rating: NC-17
"Don't. Move." It's the grip on her wrists, the quiet punctuation of control that makes her shiver, that stops her from moving just because she can, as his hands run down her arms, skimming over her chest to her waist where he pulls the chiffon material up to bunch in his hands and she quietly mourns the loss of the perfectly decent dress.
It's hard to really understand how they got there. Somewhere between their discussion, which once again descended into barbs and thinly veiled insults, and one of them trying to leave, Emma found herself up against the wall, her legs pushed open for him to press between and her mouth falling open in a quiet moan as his hands ran the length of her legs and his tongue teased at her throat.
He'd snapped the delicate straps of her dress moments before, tugging the thin pieces of fabric down her shoulders while his mouth sought the curve of her breast and Emma didn't complain at all, just let her head fall back as her hands ran through his hair and he bit at the smooth, supple skin of her breast. She didn't care what he called her, not with her thighs rubbing against his hips, her legs pulling him between her spread thighs and his shirt on the floor along side one of her stiletto shoes.
One of his hands pressed her wrists up above her head, her hands grasping the shelf above her for grip while Ethan pressed her back to partially sit on another shelf. "I'm on vacation," it's growled into her ear as his body presses into hers, widening her legs again and the rough fabric of his denim scratches her smooth thighs, "it's meant to be my time," there's a hitch in her breath as his hands run from her ribcage to her hips, pulling her crotch against his and pressing that hardness against her already wet loins. "I don't want to listen to your bitching, Miss Frost."
His teeth sink into her throat at the rumbled growl of her surname and Emma's body arches into the harshness of it, her head tipping back as her hips press up and she just aches for that pressure between her legs. With his hands sliding back up to her chest, thumbs toying just underneath her bra and the curve of her breasts, Ethan raises his head and Emma leans forward. Their foreheads press together for the barest of seconds, eyes meeting and breath mingling until Emma, whine in her throat, tilts her head and their lips meet in a wet, open mouthed tangle of tongue. There's nothing delicate about it, it's all possession and dominance and the fight to gain it. Ethan gains the upper hand when his hips roll to press Emma harder into the shelves behind her, her breath catching in a gasp and the startled response giving Ethan the control won.
At the sign of it, the subtle surrender in Emma, Ethan's hands shifted to her panties, quickly working on sliding them down her thighs and away. Emma's hands gripped to the shelf above her as he deftly undid the fly of his jeans, shoving them just down his hips enough to be out of the way while pulling his wallet from his back pocket and retrieving a condom. A groan caught in Emma's throat as her hips pushed up in impatience. It was with a growl that Ethan grabbed her hips again, throwing the empty condom wrapper to the floor and pressing between her thighs again. Sliding a hand around, pressing her thighs open around his hips, Ethan stroked a thumb over the crease of her leg, skimming over her groin and down to her folds, teasing lightly when Emma pressed her hips forward towards the touch.
"Such a fucking slut, aren't you?" His voice was raspy, clouded with lust and that desire overpowering him, "Knew you would be; such a needy, little whore. Look at you, fucking desperate for it, soaking wet and wanton." Emma was about ready to punch him, until his thumb flicked over her clit and then against her opening, pressing inside her just to rub at her opening. The moan that escaped her was completely unbidden, but Emma couldn't stop herself, her head tipping back, mouth dropping open and her hips jerking upwards against that pressure. Ethan removed his thumb with a smirk, bringing the digit up to Emma's mouth and pressing against her lips. "Such a slut."
At the exact moment he pressed his thumb past her lips and into her mouth, he aligned himself against her opening and slowly slid inside her, inch by inch until their pelvis' were pressed together and Emma moaned around his thumb, tasting herself there. They met gazes, Emma's eyes challenging without word, as she nipped at the pad of his thumb with her teeth, gaining a soft groan from him this time. Ethan withdrew his thumb from her mouth just as he cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss, overpowering her with his own dominance and starting to move inside her.
The first thrust was slow, steady and measured, Ethan controlling the depth and speed of his withdrawal and in thrust with iron control, frustrating Emma to the point of biting on his lower lip. Her hands started to move down from the shelf, reaching his shoulders to grip before Ethan moved them back up, one of his hands covering her wrists and holding them there, above her head in a tight grasp. Emma whined in annoyance, tugging slightly to gain her hands again before Ethan squeezed tightly, putting a little of his power behind it and Emma practically whimpered as her hips jerked towards him.
"Kinky bitch." He didn't loosen his grip though, just kept it steady while his free hand curved around her hip, pulling her to meet his steady thrusts, thumb pressing on the joint of her leg to widen her already spread legs. Emma's nails just dug into the wood of the shelf above her, holding some of her weight as she arched her hips to push into his thrusts, groaning at the pressure and building pleasure. She wanted to dig her nails into his shoulders, to run her fingers through his hair and mess it up impossibly, she wanted to bloody well mark him the way his grip on her was no doubt marking her.
"Fuck, you gonna come like this?" His voice was grave, deeply laced with arousal and lust and that passion turning him breathless, "Tight as a fucking vice, God, yeah. You'll come just from this, won't you? Fuck you through the wall, you love it, don't you?" He wasn't exactly waiting for answer from her, bucking his hips up, gaining speed and power and Emma shuddered against the building pleasure, a low and deep moan sounding from her chest. "God, look at you."
Ethan's hands shift to her hips, pulling her away from the wall and turning them, her full weight resting in his hands. Emma's hands immediately went to his shoulders for support, her body curving into him while his lips ran over her throat. Her ass was placed on the edge of his desk, and with one shove, Ethan cleared the space behind her before pressing to push Emma back. She resisted just slightly, flexing her hips up to force him just a touch deeper inside, earning a groan from him and a pause in his actions. It wasn't until her hands ran through his hair, her hips drawing back to press forward again before he groaned into her neck and pressed her down over the desk, pushing her arms over her head again and having her sprawled over his desk; legs spread wide to accommodate his hips, arms pulled over her head, chest heaving with gasping breaths and her dress bunched up around her waist, needlessly. Ethan's hand ran from the smooth expanse of Emma's throat to the rising swell of her chest, stroking over her breasts as his fingers caressed her skin.
"This is where you should be," with his other hand holding up one of her legs, Ethan spread Emma open and took slow, deep thrusts in and out, his pace measured and calculated, his angle prefect for catching on her clit with every long, slow press inside. "Spread out like this, fuck. You like that, don't you, you little whore." Leaning over her, pressing deeper inside and getting a low, drawn out moan, Ethan tugged at her bra with his teeth, nipping at her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth and suckling lightly. Emma's back arched off the table, the leg he wasn't holding up wrapping around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.
"God, fuck, Ethan," Emma's voice was little more than a whine, her breath catching, her body shaking under him and his pace didn't falter once. His hand tightened on her leg, pushing up and Emma shifted to bend with the directions; twisting her slightly, tugging her to the edge of the desk, her hands still pressed over her head. Her muscles contracted as his thrusts increased in strength, his pace shifting to a more frantic struggle towards completion and Emma gasped and whimpered at every press inside, the measured but swift jerks of his hips against her.
It was a chain reaction of everything that set Emma off; the clench of Ethan's hand on her leg, the flick of his thumb against her clit, bite against her nipple and the timed snap of his hips, pressing his length deep into her. Emma's back raised completely from the desk, her mouth falling open in a barely stifled cry as her body tightened and pleasure shook through her. Ethan fucked her through it, grunting as her muscles clenched even tighter around him and her hips twitched up as her body grew sensitive.
"God, fucking drive me, shit, crazy." Emma whined slightly as Ethan's grip on her hips grew painful as he climaxed, jerking against her and barely holding himself up over the desk as he stilled, forehead pressed to her chest, listening to the accelerated beating of her heart. Slowly pulling back, Emma was pretty sure this would go one of two ways; Ethan would either sort himself, ignore it all and leave, or bitch up a storm about the potential ways that Emma had manipulated him into manhandling her and fucking her incoherent. She was betting on the first one, because likely enough, Ethan had brain cells to put back together before he could articulate a rant.
She did not expect to be pulled carefully from the desk, hands carefully smoothing her ruined dress to mostly cover her, before being led towards the couch at the back of Ethan's office. "What exactly do-"
"Just," Ethan sighed slightly, lying himself out and tugging Emma over him, her head pressed just under his chin, her body sprawling along side his over the couch. "Just go with it, for once, would you?" She knows she would argue; kick up a fuss, find her shoes, find her panties and leave, however dishevelled she may appear. But his arm around her waist is a comfortable weight, and her body refuses to not be tired right then, and the heat from his chest is welcoming. So she lets herself relax, slipping a leg over his thigh and draping herself over his chest comfortably and just switching off for a while.
Where: on Base; Ethan's office
What: Drabble request; Emma and Ethan bicker, and it escalates
Rating: NC-17
"Don't. Move." It's the grip on her wrists, the quiet punctuation of control that makes her shiver, that stops her from moving just because she can, as his hands run down her arms, skimming over her chest to her waist where he pulls the chiffon material up to bunch in his hands and she quietly mourns the loss of the perfectly decent dress.
It's hard to really understand how they got there. Somewhere between their discussion, which once again descended into barbs and thinly veiled insults, and one of them trying to leave, Emma found herself up against the wall, her legs pushed open for him to press between and her mouth falling open in a quiet moan as his hands ran the length of her legs and his tongue teased at her throat.
He'd snapped the delicate straps of her dress moments before, tugging the thin pieces of fabric down her shoulders while his mouth sought the curve of her breast and Emma didn't complain at all, just let her head fall back as her hands ran through his hair and he bit at the smooth, supple skin of her breast. She didn't care what he called her, not with her thighs rubbing against his hips, her legs pulling him between her spread thighs and his shirt on the floor along side one of her stiletto shoes.
One of his hands pressed her wrists up above her head, her hands grasping the shelf above her for grip while Ethan pressed her back to partially sit on another shelf. "I'm on vacation," it's growled into her ear as his body presses into hers, widening her legs again and the rough fabric of his denim scratches her smooth thighs, "it's meant to be my time," there's a hitch in her breath as his hands run from her ribcage to her hips, pulling her crotch against his and pressing that hardness against her already wet loins. "I don't want to listen to your bitching, Miss Frost."
His teeth sink into her throat at the rumbled growl of her surname and Emma's body arches into the harshness of it, her head tipping back as her hips press up and she just aches for that pressure between her legs. With his hands sliding back up to her chest, thumbs toying just underneath her bra and the curve of her breasts, Ethan raises his head and Emma leans forward. Their foreheads press together for the barest of seconds, eyes meeting and breath mingling until Emma, whine in her throat, tilts her head and their lips meet in a wet, open mouthed tangle of tongue. There's nothing delicate about it, it's all possession and dominance and the fight to gain it. Ethan gains the upper hand when his hips roll to press Emma harder into the shelves behind her, her breath catching in a gasp and the startled response giving Ethan the control won.
At the sign of it, the subtle surrender in Emma, Ethan's hands shifted to her panties, quickly working on sliding them down her thighs and away. Emma's hands gripped to the shelf above her as he deftly undid the fly of his jeans, shoving them just down his hips enough to be out of the way while pulling his wallet from his back pocket and retrieving a condom. A groan caught in Emma's throat as her hips pushed up in impatience. It was with a growl that Ethan grabbed her hips again, throwing the empty condom wrapper to the floor and pressing between her thighs again. Sliding a hand around, pressing her thighs open around his hips, Ethan stroked a thumb over the crease of her leg, skimming over her groin and down to her folds, teasing lightly when Emma pressed her hips forward towards the touch.
"Such a fucking slut, aren't you?" His voice was raspy, clouded with lust and that desire overpowering him, "Knew you would be; such a needy, little whore. Look at you, fucking desperate for it, soaking wet and wanton." Emma was about ready to punch him, until his thumb flicked over her clit and then against her opening, pressing inside her just to rub at her opening. The moan that escaped her was completely unbidden, but Emma couldn't stop herself, her head tipping back, mouth dropping open and her hips jerking upwards against that pressure. Ethan removed his thumb with a smirk, bringing the digit up to Emma's mouth and pressing against her lips. "Such a slut."
At the exact moment he pressed his thumb past her lips and into her mouth, he aligned himself against her opening and slowly slid inside her, inch by inch until their pelvis' were pressed together and Emma moaned around his thumb, tasting herself there. They met gazes, Emma's eyes challenging without word, as she nipped at the pad of his thumb with her teeth, gaining a soft groan from him this time. Ethan withdrew his thumb from her mouth just as he cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss, overpowering her with his own dominance and starting to move inside her.
The first thrust was slow, steady and measured, Ethan controlling the depth and speed of his withdrawal and in thrust with iron control, frustrating Emma to the point of biting on his lower lip. Her hands started to move down from the shelf, reaching his shoulders to grip before Ethan moved them back up, one of his hands covering her wrists and holding them there, above her head in a tight grasp. Emma whined in annoyance, tugging slightly to gain her hands again before Ethan squeezed tightly, putting a little of his power behind it and Emma practically whimpered as her hips jerked towards him.
"Kinky bitch." He didn't loosen his grip though, just kept it steady while his free hand curved around her hip, pulling her to meet his steady thrusts, thumb pressing on the joint of her leg to widen her already spread legs. Emma's nails just dug into the wood of the shelf above her, holding some of her weight as she arched her hips to push into his thrusts, groaning at the pressure and building pleasure. She wanted to dig her nails into his shoulders, to run her fingers through his hair and mess it up impossibly, she wanted to bloody well mark him the way his grip on her was no doubt marking her.
"Fuck, you gonna come like this?" His voice was grave, deeply laced with arousal and lust and that passion turning him breathless, "Tight as a fucking vice, God, yeah. You'll come just from this, won't you? Fuck you through the wall, you love it, don't you?" He wasn't exactly waiting for answer from her, bucking his hips up, gaining speed and power and Emma shuddered against the building pleasure, a low and deep moan sounding from her chest. "God, look at you."
Ethan's hands shift to her hips, pulling her away from the wall and turning them, her full weight resting in his hands. Emma's hands immediately went to his shoulders for support, her body curving into him while his lips ran over her throat. Her ass was placed on the edge of his desk, and with one shove, Ethan cleared the space behind her before pressing to push Emma back. She resisted just slightly, flexing her hips up to force him just a touch deeper inside, earning a groan from him and a pause in his actions. It wasn't until her hands ran through his hair, her hips drawing back to press forward again before he groaned into her neck and pressed her down over the desk, pushing her arms over her head again and having her sprawled over his desk; legs spread wide to accommodate his hips, arms pulled over her head, chest heaving with gasping breaths and her dress bunched up around her waist, needlessly. Ethan's hand ran from the smooth expanse of Emma's throat to the rising swell of her chest, stroking over her breasts as his fingers caressed her skin.
"This is where you should be," with his other hand holding up one of her legs, Ethan spread Emma open and took slow, deep thrusts in and out, his pace measured and calculated, his angle prefect for catching on her clit with every long, slow press inside. "Spread out like this, fuck. You like that, don't you, you little whore." Leaning over her, pressing deeper inside and getting a low, drawn out moan, Ethan tugged at her bra with his teeth, nipping at her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth and suckling lightly. Emma's back arched off the table, the leg he wasn't holding up wrapping around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.
"God, fuck, Ethan," Emma's voice was little more than a whine, her breath catching, her body shaking under him and his pace didn't falter once. His hand tightened on her leg, pushing up and Emma shifted to bend with the directions; twisting her slightly, tugging her to the edge of the desk, her hands still pressed over her head. Her muscles contracted as his thrusts increased in strength, his pace shifting to a more frantic struggle towards completion and Emma gasped and whimpered at every press inside, the measured but swift jerks of his hips against her.
It was a chain reaction of everything that set Emma off; the clench of Ethan's hand on her leg, the flick of his thumb against her clit, bite against her nipple and the timed snap of his hips, pressing his length deep into her. Emma's back raised completely from the desk, her mouth falling open in a barely stifled cry as her body tightened and pleasure shook through her. Ethan fucked her through it, grunting as her muscles clenched even tighter around him and her hips twitched up as her body grew sensitive.
"God, fucking drive me, shit, crazy." Emma whined slightly as Ethan's grip on her hips grew painful as he climaxed, jerking against her and barely holding himself up over the desk as he stilled, forehead pressed to her chest, listening to the accelerated beating of her heart. Slowly pulling back, Emma was pretty sure this would go one of two ways; Ethan would either sort himself, ignore it all and leave, or bitch up a storm about the potential ways that Emma had manipulated him into manhandling her and fucking her incoherent. She was betting on the first one, because likely enough, Ethan had brain cells to put back together before he could articulate a rant.
She did not expect to be pulled carefully from the desk, hands carefully smoothing her ruined dress to mostly cover her, before being led towards the couch at the back of Ethan's office. "What exactly do-"
"Just," Ethan sighed slightly, lying himself out and tugging Emma over him, her head pressed just under his chin, her body sprawling along side his over the couch. "Just go with it, for once, would you?" She knows she would argue; kick up a fuss, find her shoes, find her panties and leave, however dishevelled she may appear. But his arm around her waist is a comfortable weight, and her body refuses to not be tired right then, and the heat from his chest is welcoming. So she lets herself relax, slipping a leg over his thigh and draping herself over his chest comfortably and just switching off for a while.