Fiction: Happy St. Patrick's Day
Once again I can't deny the day. I hope you enjoy the St. Patty's day smut fic. *grins innocently*
Day 18 of the 40 fic for Lent 2009
Title: Happy St. Patrick's Day
Warning: Smut. Forget Guiding Light. Nothing that happened on that clusterpluck of a show happened in this story. It's pure fluff
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Coop and Ashlee
Type: Smut, fluff, AR
Word Count: 1777
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Green wasn’t her favorite color. Especially when the shade of green was a pale one. Why did the wedding have to be on St. Patrick’s Day? This color was so…ugh, she growled in annoyance.
It did nothing for her. Washed out her skin tone and she didn’t have much of a skin tone to begin with. She sighed, got to love being pale.
Trying to convince the bride that green wasn’t the right color for her wedding was impossible. Doris Wolfe was the epitome of a bridezilla. Ashlee was positive at some point fire would have shot from her lips like some mythical dragon. Luckily the nightmare was over and she could burn this dress.
Looking in the mirror one last time she growled to herself once again, unzipping the side zipper and letting the material fall at her feet. She started to bend down to pull off her green heels; yes they matched the dress, when someone let out a low whistle. Spinning around she blushed at Coop finding her in nothing but her heels, a green thong and strapless bra. Her husband of four years, goodness has it really been four years, dropped his black suit jacket on the floor and slowly walked up to her.
The blush that started in her cheeks, moved down to her neck before spreading out to heat her entire body. Coop’s hands pulled at the knot of his neck tie, his pink sinful tongue poked out to wet his lips and she mimicked the action. Ashlee’s heart began pounding under her breast. Thump, thump, thump the closer he got, the harder it raced. The tie fell from his hand and onto the floor. She felt the desire burning her insides when his hands began to work on the buttons that lined his white shirt. Her blue eyes connected with his ocean color ones. They were dark, wild, needy, and dangerous and she shivered knowing that she invoked those feelings inside of him.
The shirt joined his tie on the floor and his tone, perfect, sexy chest was exposed to her hungry eyes. She devoured him, swaying on her spot next to their closet by the full length mirror. She wanted to move toward him, but his movements and eyes kept her captive where she was. Next his large hands dropped to his pants and she held her breath. They’ve been together so many times but it still made her nervous to know that he wanted her so much. His black leather belt slipped from his pant loops, sliding slowly until it released with a snap. She swallowed harshly when his pants dropped around his ankles revealing his tight green boxer shorts.
Coop stood in front of her fully aroused with only his underwear on then all at once she was in his arms and he had her pressed against the hard wall behind her. He lifted her off the ground like she didn’t weigh anything and her legs wrapped naturally around his slender waist. His rock hard erection pushed against her hot core, a bone deep moan came from both of them. His soft lips worked up her neck to her chin. Her head fell back against the wall and she rolled her hips into his. “Oh, God, Coop,” she moaned.
He kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced and dueled for control. Coop’s hand dropped to the clasp at her back and deftly undid her bra. Ashlee’s large breasts pressed into his bare chest, her nipples grew harder at the friction. He took the left one in his hand, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Liquid need pooled between her thighs. He dropped his head to her right breast and pulled its hard nub into his mouth. His tongue twisted around the point and her breath stalled in her throat. She crossed her ankles at the base of his back, grinding against him, needing more, desperate for him.
Moving his head to her other breast, his hands grabbed her ass and he walked them over to their large four poster king size bed. She fell onto the mattress with a bounce, her body separated from his for only a second before he covered her willing form again. Ashlee ran her hands through his hair, tugging on the strands then dragged her nails over his shoulders and down his back. He kissed her breathless, causing her lungs to burn with the need for air. He broke the touch and kissed a path down her body. Taking both of her breasts in his hands as he dragged his lips down the valley between them. She shivered and moved underneath him. Ashlee caressed his head, holding him to her, followed the line of his broad muscular shoulders to his back and then retraced the skin back to his head. She couldn’t seem to touch enough of him.
Coop scooted to the end of the bed and licked the skin of her stomach then blew cool air on the wet swipe. She giggled and trembled at the feeling. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her green thong and started pulling it down her legs. She watched him lick his lips once the last piece of clothing was removed from her body, leaving her naked to his eyes. The passion in those ocean orbs sent heat spiraling uncontrollably through her body. He picked up her left leg, starting at her ankle and kissed up the inside of her calf. Ashlee’s heart stopped at the gentle way he looked down at her. The desire was there but so was the love that never wavered from his heart for her.
Placing that leg on the bed he kissed her other leg in much the same fashion. He traced patterns on the inside of her knee, licking at the salty skin. He lightly dropped that leg to the bed as well and crawled up her body, hovering over her. She locked her ankles around his waist and flipped them over so that she was on top of him. He grinned up at her, loving the power of her need for him. She raked her nails along his chest, over his flat nipples, bending down to kiss the gorgeous body underneath her. He moaned in appreciation as her tongue poked out to follow the dips in his muscles.
Ashlee reached down and pulled his boxer shorts from this body, tossing them somewhere behind her. She smirked, sliding backwards until she was sitting on his lap, his erection pressing against her most intimate place. She slowly rose up then lowered herself back down, taking him into her willing body, inch by delicious inch, he filled her completely. Both let out satisfied moans as their bodies joined completely. He sat up and she started to move against him slowly. Coop’s fingers tightened on her hips, helping set the rhythm that would give them both pleasure. Their lips came together in a fury of need. He swallowed her moans and pants and she took in his growls of desire.
She tore her mouth from his when he dropped his hand between them and touched her intimately. Ashlee felt like she was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding on by the tips of her toes. She wanted to hang on as long as she could, but that wasn’t Coop’s plan. He wanted her to break apart, fall freely in his arms. His mouth attacked the sensitive skin below her ear as he continued to move within her and use his thumb to send her into another atmosphere. The waves of bliss rolled through her body as his name reached the heavens. Ashlee grunted as he flipped them over and continued to thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with all the love and want she had inside of her.
Sweat glistened on their skin, making them slick as they continued to make love. The only sounds in the room were their moans of pleasure and words of love. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I love you Ashlee Bradshaw.”
“I love you too, Coop Bradshaw,” she said as he built her back up to another climax. She felt the tension in his body and knew he was close. She tightened her body around his and moved more urgently against him. Ashlee wanted them to fall together. She arched her back, pressing her chest into his and pulled his head to hers. Their kisses were intense and filled with all the love that could never be expressed by mere words.
The thunderstorm of feelings broke apart above them both and showered them in brilliant light. She closed her eyes and saw the heavens open up before her as they rode the waves of bliss together. Perfection was not nearly a strong enough word for what happened between Coop and Ashlee, but it was the only one she knew. While neither was perfect separately, they each had flaws that sometimes made their relationship a struggle, together they were perfection. They eased from their high, their arms wrapped tightly around the other. She buried her face into his neck and smiled. He kissed her cheek, moving down to her lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
“Hmm, Happy St. Patty’s day to you too,” she hummed in complete happiness. “Not that I’m complaining or anything,” Ashlee’s fingertips brushed over his neck to his shoulder. “But what made you so…”
“Turned on I couldn’t see straight,” he asked with an arch of his brow. She blushed and nodded. “You looked like a sexy Irish temptress in that green bra and thong. No man could resist you and I wasn’t about to try.” Her mouth dropped open in shock and he grinned before kissing the expression from her face. She decided right then and there to buy all the green nighties she could find. She no longer hated the color green because if Coop liked her in it then who was she to deny the man in her arms his fantasy. He rolled them until he was on his back and she was tucked into his side with her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and grinned to herself. Doris would freak out if she knew that her green torture dress led to some hot sex between them. Licking her lips, she sighed. She better keep it to herself. She didn’t want to give her mother the idea it was alright to share sex stories with her. That is one picture she didn’t need of her mother…or Buzz.
I hope you all enjoyed the story. I'll get back to Shattered Reflections tomorrow. ***hugs*** Let me know what you think.