FICLET: Not Quite Silence (Bertie/Elizabeth, Mature)
Title: Not Quite Silence
Fandom: The King's Speech
Pairing: Bertie/Elizabeth
Genre: PWP, promptfic
Rating: Mature
Summary: "Whisper" for Porn Tag
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When the sun sets, all the lights go out and stay out for the night to foil the bombers overhead.
Bed time turns into a fumbling affair then, with oaths, stubbed toes and giggles as Elizabeth jokingly tries to squirm away from his searching hands. Her nightgown has a ridiculous amount of little pearl buttons holding it together and he murmurs his desire to merely rip it in two which makes her gasp.
She pulls it off hurriedly, getting them both caught up in its tangled sleeves. He keeps his laughter down, whispering against her breasts which he can't see, but that doesn't matter, he knows every curve by heart. He tongues the hardness of her nipple and she curses softly once, then again because she's cursed.
Delighted, Bertie tries to make her do it again, this time with his tongue dipping much lower, between her legs, held up and wide apart. It doesn't work -- she has been well-trained in resisting the urge to swear, after all -- but that's not enough to make him give up.
He buries his face there and stammers against her wetness. She makes a muffled, frantic noise, her mouth covered with her hand and he feels himself tighten with desire. "May I?" he asks, his face flushed hot, his mouth wet.
"Yes." Her low voice is very clear in the dark. "Yes ... please."
He slides up and enters her easily. He nudges around to find her ear and whispers how much he loves her as he thrusts, the words tumbling out easily, as they never do any other time. Outside, a faraway air raid siren sounds, unwelcome and too loud, so he keeps whispering to her, drowning out a cruel world, for a few moments more.
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end
And some day I'll write something that isn't porn for these two. Maybe. ;)
Fandom: The King's Speech
Pairing: Bertie/Elizabeth
Genre: PWP, promptfic
Rating: Mature
Summary: "Whisper" for Porn Tag
~*~
When the sun sets, all the lights go out and stay out for the night to foil the bombers overhead.
Bed time turns into a fumbling affair then, with oaths, stubbed toes and giggles as Elizabeth jokingly tries to squirm away from his searching hands. Her nightgown has a ridiculous amount of little pearl buttons holding it together and he murmurs his desire to merely rip it in two which makes her gasp.
She pulls it off hurriedly, getting them both caught up in its tangled sleeves. He keeps his laughter down, whispering against her breasts which he can't see, but that doesn't matter, he knows every curve by heart. He tongues the hardness of her nipple and she curses softly once, then again because she's cursed.
Delighted, Bertie tries to make her do it again, this time with his tongue dipping much lower, between her legs, held up and wide apart. It doesn't work -- she has been well-trained in resisting the urge to swear, after all -- but that's not enough to make him give up.
He buries his face there and stammers against her wetness. She makes a muffled, frantic noise, her mouth covered with her hand and he feels himself tighten with desire. "May I?" he asks, his face flushed hot, his mouth wet.
"Yes." Her low voice is very clear in the dark. "Yes ... please."
He slides up and enters her easily. He nudges around to find her ear and whispers how much he loves her as he thrusts, the words tumbling out easily, as they never do any other time. Outside, a faraway air raid siren sounds, unwelcome and too loud, so he keeps whispering to her, drowning out a cruel world, for a few moments more.
~*~
end
And some day I'll write something that isn't porn for these two. Maybe. ;)