How Things Began - An Outtake
Title: How Things Began - An Outtake
Rating: MA
Author: jlrpuck
Pairing: Ruby Quarles, Elias McCoy
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: Elias and Ruby unpack after getting married.
Notes: This is five pages of PWP. Happy Thursday!
Thank you to ginamak, earlgreytea68 and chicklet73 for their beta work on this waaaaay back in January :D
Any mistakes in this story are mine, and mine alone.
Elias straightened, cracking his back with a quick twist to his right, then extended his arms overhead. He felt like he’d been unpacking boxes for years: boxes of clothes, boxes of books, boxes of shoes, boxes of kitchenware.
“Remind me again why we didn’t sell this and start from scratch?” he asked as Ruby rejoined him, her hair messily pulled back, a smudge of dust visible above the neck of her t-shirt.
She smiled, detouring over to him to press a soft kiss against his lips. “Because it’d be too expensive. And while we’re handsomely paid, we’re not that handsomely paid.” She moved back to the pile of boxes she’d spent her morning tackling.
“Ah. Right.” He heaved a sigh, and reached forward to open still another box.
They’d not unpacked much of anything before the honeymoon, too preoccupied by the last minute chaos of planning a wedding hundreds of miles away. Now that they were home, however-and had been for a week-he and Ruby both had decided they were sick to death of living surrounded by stacks of the boxes.
“I’d never have pegged you for having so many tchotchkes,” Ruby teased as she continued to empty the box before her,, gently setting aside the things his mum had packed into the back of his car before they’d returned from honeymoon. The items were all from his years before joining the military, each object holding a cherished memory of childhood or-more likely-of his da.
“Don’t be fooled by my thirst for neatness; I’m a pack rat, given the chance.” He returned his attention to the box before him, and then felt a smile spread as he realized what he’d opened. “Why, my dear Mrs. McCoy, what have we here?” He reached down, pulling up one of the small pieces of satin, dangling the knickers from his finger.
“I’d wondered where those had gone,” she said once she realized what he was holding. “Although you’ve seen most of them. Or at least removed them from me at some point.”
“Which only makes them more delightful.” He transferred the scraps of lace and satin to the bureau, settling them in the drawer Ruby had claimed for her underthings. Beneath them were a few nightgowns-all ones he’d seen, bought by Ruby to seduce him or please him. And then beneath them…“Rue?”
She glanced up, her eyebrows furrowed, and then her cheeks flamed. He couldn’t help but grin at that, loving her reaction, and waved the object in his hand. “Something I should know?”
She straightened, pushing her embarrassment away. “You’ve never seen a vibrator? Ever?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever needed one.” He laughed.
“Thank the heavens for that. Otherwise it’d have been Bruce in the church.” She sauntered over to him, her hand reaching out for the sex toy. He pulled it back, not quite done teasing her.
“Do you really have need for this, now?” He was still smiling, loving watching the expressions flit across her face.
“I don’t know,” she finally replied slowly, her lips quirking upwards. “I certainly had need for it over the past year.”
She grinned at his stammering, snatching the toy from his hand as he tried to find a reply. “You what?” he finally settled on, deciding an explanation was fully necessary.
“I said,” she replied slowly, her hand cradling the vibrator, “that I had need of it. Even with you.”
“I…” He frowned. “If you didn’t like the sex, you should have-”
“I needed it, Eli, because you weren’t always in bed with me.” She leaned in, brushing her lips across his pulse point. “And you got me well used to having an orgasm before bed.”
“Oh.” His eyes closed, his head tilting slightly as she began to draw her tongue down his neck. “Well, then.”
“Yes.” She laughed the word against his skin, her smile easily noticeable as she gave him one last kiss. “But as we’re now living together, I suppose I may not need it any more.”
“Oh?” He reached for her wrist, his hand wrapping loosely around it and bringing her hand between them. The vibrator was pink, made of rubber, and remarkably life-like all things considered. “What about nights I’m not home?” He reached for her other hand, his fingers threading through hers, pulling her closer to him. “In bed alone, desperate to get off as you think of me…”
“I could use my hands…”
“You could…” Both of their voices had dropped, and he felt his own breath coming more quickly. Ruby’s cheeks held the soft flush that indicated she was aroused, and her pupils were growing more dilated as he talked; he suspected she could tell he was aroused as well, even without the evidence of it at his groin.
“Could pretend it’s you, touching me the way you know I like…”
“Aye…” He was leaning into her now, his head dropping slowly as he moved to kiss her. “But surely that would feel even better?”
He muffled a curse as she pulled back, glancing at the toy in her hand. Her lips curved into a smile which told him she’d just had a deliciously naughty idea, and then she took a step back. “Oh, it does. Not as good as you do, of course, but it’s not half bad as a replacement.” She closed the distance between them again, rocking up to whisper, “I can show you…”
He swallowed, feeling slightly dizzy at her comment. “You could.”
“If you want. Right on our bed. Lay there, naked, showing you what I do when you’re not here to make me come…”
“I…I’d like that quite a lot.” He felt as though he’d just gone running, his face warm, his chest tight. Ruby freed her hands from his, gently reaching down to where his erection strained to be free of his trousers.
“Good.” She squeezed once, gently, then once again rocked up to whisper in his ear. “But you only get to watch. No touching.”
“At all?”
“At all. You have to watch.”
He swallowed, and thought of a possible option. “Could I stand here and watch you, and get myself off?”
“Oh. Yes,” she whispered on an intake of breath. “Absolutely.”
“Brilliant.” He turned his head, his lips finding hers as his arms pulled her to him. It was delicious to press into her, the pressure of her hips against the ache of his cock providing teasing relief. There was another hardness between them, though, the vibrator still clutched in her hand pressed between their stomachs. “So,” he finally murmured around the kiss, “why don’t you show me what it is you like.”
Ruby pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes almost black. Her hair was still pulled back, and he couldn’t help but reach forward, his hand finding the clip and releasing it. Her hair fell around her shoulders, the scent of her shampoo washing around them.
He blindly set the clip aside, his hands sliding into her hair, pulling her to him for another kiss; she returned it briefly, then pulled back with a knowing smile. “Remember to look but not touch, Eli…”
“I will.” His voice was hoarse, his heart racing as he watched Ruby slowly back away from him, deftly avoiding the boxes on the floor as she worked her way to the bed. She took her time undressing, making him almost moan from the exquisite agony of the tease, her shirt the first piece of clothing off, followed (eventually) by her pants. She held his gaze as she then took her bra off, her hands sliding over the flesh as they moved to her knickers, and he wondered if she had to wiggle so very much as she slid the cotton down her legs.
As she moved to the bed he pulled his own shirt off, hastily jerking his sweatpants off and tossing them aside without a second glance. The wet spot at the front of his shorts turned cold in the air, and he let out a brief gasp of relief at the change in sensation.
That relief vanished as Ruby lay on the bed, stretching languorously before slowly spreading her legs. It was a view he adored, although generally from much closer and lower, and he felt his hand drift to his erection almost of its own accord.
“I touch myself first,” Ruby said, her hands drifting across her body, rubbing her breasts, pinching and pulling the taut nipples. “Imagine it’s you, seducing me.” She fell silent as she focused, one hand finally sliding across her stomach, then lightly drifting along the dark red hair at the join of her thighs. She let out a soft moan as she arched, sliding her fingers down, spreading her legs further as she began to stroke herself.
She almost seemed to forget he was there as she worked, both hands eventually moving to stroke herself, the fingers of one hand holding her folds open while the fingers of the other dipped into and out of her, sliding up to her clit, dancing around her opening. His own hand was slowly rubbing along his still-trapped cock, the sensation pleasant but guaranteed not to get him off just yet.
How many times had he imagined Ruby doing this? The nights he’d been home alone, desperate for her touch; thinking what it would be like to see her pleasure herself, much the same way as he did himself when she wasn’t there.
She planted her feet on the mattress, arching; he finally slipped his hand into his pants, freeing his erection and wrapping his hand around it. “Ruby,” he said softly, dragging his hand upwards along the shaft.
“Aye,” she replied, her voice tight. “I…I then beg you to do more than just tease me…” She reached for the vibrator, deftly handling it. The idea of questioning just how often she’d done this made his cock twitch, and he gave another tight stroke with his hand. “Beg you to be inside of me, Eli, beg you to do something, anything to get me to orgasm around you…”
He stopped breathing as she guided the vibrator to her entrance and pushed it in, gently at first, pulling it out then pushing it in a little deeper, repeating the pattern until she could take it as deeply as she liked. Seeing her like that, rocking now into the motion of the toy as she pushed it rhythmically into herself, her breath coming in short pants…
He began to stroke himself in time with the movement of her hands, wishing it was him in her, trying to instead focus on how utterly gorgeous she was instead. The cool daylight streaming through the curtains of the bedroom made bathed her in a soft light, and served to emphasize her beauty as she continued to use the toy on herself.
“What else, Ruby?” he finally asked, knowing he was in danger of getting himself off before she did if things didn’t change soon.
“I…” She let out a soft moan, her hand returning to her breast and pinching once more. “I…I turn on the vibrator…” Her hand moved, presumably flicking a switch, “and then I think about all of the times you’ve made me orgasm, your body over me, behind me, you watching me as you do it…as you…” Her hand sped up its motion, now slamming the vibrator into her, her other hand once more between her legs and playing with her clit.
Elias tightened his fist, stroking roughly upwards, imagining the sensation was caused by him making rough love to his wife, that she was below him and watching him as intently as he watched her. The orgasm coiled within him, ready to be released with the smallest of triggers.
Ruby let out a soft cry on the bed before him, whimpering as she continued to use the vibrator on herself, prolonging her orgasm as he loved to do when he was making love to her. It was enough, and he had only a second to tuck himself into his shorts before he came himself, his hand rubbing up and down his length as he released against his own skin.
He felt dizzy after, his eyes closing as the world spun around him. He needed to sit down, and he needed a drink of water, but what he most definitely needed was to curl next to Ruby, to enjoy the buzz of sex while snuggled next to her. By the time he opened his eyes she’d pulled the toy out of her; she still lay sprawled before him, looking completely debauched and utterly amazing.
“Come to bed, Eli?” she asked softly, not moving.
“Aye.” He shed his shorts, kicking them towards the laundry hamper, and moved to her.
They fell asleep, their naked bodies curled together; and when they woke up an hour later, he showed her-slowly, lovingly-exactly what she was missing with the vibrator.
~ fin ~
Rating: MA
Author: jlrpuck
Pairing: Ruby Quarles, Elias McCoy
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: Elias and Ruby unpack after getting married.
Notes: This is five pages of PWP. Happy Thursday!
Thank you to ginamak, earlgreytea68 and chicklet73 for their beta work on this waaaaay back in January :D
Any mistakes in this story are mine, and mine alone.
Elias straightened, cracking his back with a quick twist to his right, then extended his arms overhead. He felt like he’d been unpacking boxes for years: boxes of clothes, boxes of books, boxes of shoes, boxes of kitchenware.
“Remind me again why we didn’t sell this and start from scratch?” he asked as Ruby rejoined him, her hair messily pulled back, a smudge of dust visible above the neck of her t-shirt.
She smiled, detouring over to him to press a soft kiss against his lips. “Because it’d be too expensive. And while we’re handsomely paid, we’re not that handsomely paid.” She moved back to the pile of boxes she’d spent her morning tackling.
“Ah. Right.” He heaved a sigh, and reached forward to open still another box.
They’d not unpacked much of anything before the honeymoon, too preoccupied by the last minute chaos of planning a wedding hundreds of miles away. Now that they were home, however-and had been for a week-he and Ruby both had decided they were sick to death of living surrounded by stacks of the boxes.
“I’d never have pegged you for having so many tchotchkes,” Ruby teased as she continued to empty the box before her,, gently setting aside the things his mum had packed into the back of his car before they’d returned from honeymoon. The items were all from his years before joining the military, each object holding a cherished memory of childhood or-more likely-of his da.
“Don’t be fooled by my thirst for neatness; I’m a pack rat, given the chance.” He returned his attention to the box before him, and then felt a smile spread as he realized what he’d opened. “Why, my dear Mrs. McCoy, what have we here?” He reached down, pulling up one of the small pieces of satin, dangling the knickers from his finger.
“I’d wondered where those had gone,” she said once she realized what he was holding. “Although you’ve seen most of them. Or at least removed them from me at some point.”
“Which only makes them more delightful.” He transferred the scraps of lace and satin to the bureau, settling them in the drawer Ruby had claimed for her underthings. Beneath them were a few nightgowns-all ones he’d seen, bought by Ruby to seduce him or please him. And then beneath them…“Rue?”
She glanced up, her eyebrows furrowed, and then her cheeks flamed. He couldn’t help but grin at that, loving her reaction, and waved the object in his hand. “Something I should know?”
She straightened, pushing her embarrassment away. “You’ve never seen a vibrator? Ever?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever needed one.” He laughed.
“Thank the heavens for that. Otherwise it’d have been Bruce in the church.” She sauntered over to him, her hand reaching out for the sex toy. He pulled it back, not quite done teasing her.
“Do you really have need for this, now?” He was still smiling, loving watching the expressions flit across her face.
“I don’t know,” she finally replied slowly, her lips quirking upwards. “I certainly had need for it over the past year.”
She grinned at his stammering, snatching the toy from his hand as he tried to find a reply. “You what?” he finally settled on, deciding an explanation was fully necessary.
“I said,” she replied slowly, her hand cradling the vibrator, “that I had need of it. Even with you.”
“I…” He frowned. “If you didn’t like the sex, you should have-”
“I needed it, Eli, because you weren’t always in bed with me.” She leaned in, brushing her lips across his pulse point. “And you got me well used to having an orgasm before bed.”
“Oh.” His eyes closed, his head tilting slightly as she began to draw her tongue down his neck. “Well, then.”
“Yes.” She laughed the word against his skin, her smile easily noticeable as she gave him one last kiss. “But as we’re now living together, I suppose I may not need it any more.”
“Oh?” He reached for her wrist, his hand wrapping loosely around it and bringing her hand between them. The vibrator was pink, made of rubber, and remarkably life-like all things considered. “What about nights I’m not home?” He reached for her other hand, his fingers threading through hers, pulling her closer to him. “In bed alone, desperate to get off as you think of me…”
“I could use my hands…”
“You could…” Both of their voices had dropped, and he felt his own breath coming more quickly. Ruby’s cheeks held the soft flush that indicated she was aroused, and her pupils were growing more dilated as he talked; he suspected she could tell he was aroused as well, even without the evidence of it at his groin.
“Could pretend it’s you, touching me the way you know I like…”
“Aye…” He was leaning into her now, his head dropping slowly as he moved to kiss her. “But surely that would feel even better?”
He muffled a curse as she pulled back, glancing at the toy in her hand. Her lips curved into a smile which told him she’d just had a deliciously naughty idea, and then she took a step back. “Oh, it does. Not as good as you do, of course, but it’s not half bad as a replacement.” She closed the distance between them again, rocking up to whisper, “I can show you…”
He swallowed, feeling slightly dizzy at her comment. “You could.”
“If you want. Right on our bed. Lay there, naked, showing you what I do when you’re not here to make me come…”
“I…I’d like that quite a lot.” He felt as though he’d just gone running, his face warm, his chest tight. Ruby freed her hands from his, gently reaching down to where his erection strained to be free of his trousers.
“Good.” She squeezed once, gently, then once again rocked up to whisper in his ear. “But you only get to watch. No touching.”
“At all?”
“At all. You have to watch.”
He swallowed, and thought of a possible option. “Could I stand here and watch you, and get myself off?”
“Oh. Yes,” she whispered on an intake of breath. “Absolutely.”
“Brilliant.” He turned his head, his lips finding hers as his arms pulled her to him. It was delicious to press into her, the pressure of her hips against the ache of his cock providing teasing relief. There was another hardness between them, though, the vibrator still clutched in her hand pressed between their stomachs. “So,” he finally murmured around the kiss, “why don’t you show me what it is you like.”
Ruby pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes almost black. Her hair was still pulled back, and he couldn’t help but reach forward, his hand finding the clip and releasing it. Her hair fell around her shoulders, the scent of her shampoo washing around them.
He blindly set the clip aside, his hands sliding into her hair, pulling her to him for another kiss; she returned it briefly, then pulled back with a knowing smile. “Remember to look but not touch, Eli…”
“I will.” His voice was hoarse, his heart racing as he watched Ruby slowly back away from him, deftly avoiding the boxes on the floor as she worked her way to the bed. She took her time undressing, making him almost moan from the exquisite agony of the tease, her shirt the first piece of clothing off, followed (eventually) by her pants. She held his gaze as she then took her bra off, her hands sliding over the flesh as they moved to her knickers, and he wondered if she had to wiggle so very much as she slid the cotton down her legs.
As she moved to the bed he pulled his own shirt off, hastily jerking his sweatpants off and tossing them aside without a second glance. The wet spot at the front of his shorts turned cold in the air, and he let out a brief gasp of relief at the change in sensation.
That relief vanished as Ruby lay on the bed, stretching languorously before slowly spreading her legs. It was a view he adored, although generally from much closer and lower, and he felt his hand drift to his erection almost of its own accord.
“I touch myself first,” Ruby said, her hands drifting across her body, rubbing her breasts, pinching and pulling the taut nipples. “Imagine it’s you, seducing me.” She fell silent as she focused, one hand finally sliding across her stomach, then lightly drifting along the dark red hair at the join of her thighs. She let out a soft moan as she arched, sliding her fingers down, spreading her legs further as she began to stroke herself.
She almost seemed to forget he was there as she worked, both hands eventually moving to stroke herself, the fingers of one hand holding her folds open while the fingers of the other dipped into and out of her, sliding up to her clit, dancing around her opening. His own hand was slowly rubbing along his still-trapped cock, the sensation pleasant but guaranteed not to get him off just yet.
How many times had he imagined Ruby doing this? The nights he’d been home alone, desperate for her touch; thinking what it would be like to see her pleasure herself, much the same way as he did himself when she wasn’t there.
She planted her feet on the mattress, arching; he finally slipped his hand into his pants, freeing his erection and wrapping his hand around it. “Ruby,” he said softly, dragging his hand upwards along the shaft.
“Aye,” she replied, her voice tight. “I…I then beg you to do more than just tease me…” She reached for the vibrator, deftly handling it. The idea of questioning just how often she’d done this made his cock twitch, and he gave another tight stroke with his hand. “Beg you to be inside of me, Eli, beg you to do something, anything to get me to orgasm around you…”
He stopped breathing as she guided the vibrator to her entrance and pushed it in, gently at first, pulling it out then pushing it in a little deeper, repeating the pattern until she could take it as deeply as she liked. Seeing her like that, rocking now into the motion of the toy as she pushed it rhythmically into herself, her breath coming in short pants…
He began to stroke himself in time with the movement of her hands, wishing it was him in her, trying to instead focus on how utterly gorgeous she was instead. The cool daylight streaming through the curtains of the bedroom made bathed her in a soft light, and served to emphasize her beauty as she continued to use the toy on herself.
“What else, Ruby?” he finally asked, knowing he was in danger of getting himself off before she did if things didn’t change soon.
“I…” She let out a soft moan, her hand returning to her breast and pinching once more. “I…I turn on the vibrator…” Her hand moved, presumably flicking a switch, “and then I think about all of the times you’ve made me orgasm, your body over me, behind me, you watching me as you do it…as you…” Her hand sped up its motion, now slamming the vibrator into her, her other hand once more between her legs and playing with her clit.
Elias tightened his fist, stroking roughly upwards, imagining the sensation was caused by him making rough love to his wife, that she was below him and watching him as intently as he watched her. The orgasm coiled within him, ready to be released with the smallest of triggers.
Ruby let out a soft cry on the bed before him, whimpering as she continued to use the vibrator on herself, prolonging her orgasm as he loved to do when he was making love to her. It was enough, and he had only a second to tuck himself into his shorts before he came himself, his hand rubbing up and down his length as he released against his own skin.
He felt dizzy after, his eyes closing as the world spun around him. He needed to sit down, and he needed a drink of water, but what he most definitely needed was to curl next to Ruby, to enjoy the buzz of sex while snuggled next to her. By the time he opened his eyes she’d pulled the toy out of her; she still lay sprawled before him, looking completely debauched and utterly amazing.
“Come to bed, Eli?” she asked softly, not moving.
“Aye.” He shed his shorts, kicking them towards the laundry hamper, and moved to her.
They fell asleep, their naked bodies curled together; and when they woke up an hour later, he showed her-slowly, lovingly-exactly what she was missing with the vibrator.
~ fin ~