All Night
title. All Night
pairing. Fink/Heather
rating. hard R
notes. This is for the lovely girlfriend of our beloved Fink. I hope you enjoy. :)
Her hair smelled like spice.
He liked that smell. Especially when it was mingled with her sweat in the summertime. She smelled almost dirty.
He liked dirty.
She would come into his room, identical mask adorning her perfect face, and she would be smiling, wearing her flannel and skinnies, that ever-taunting lip ring piercing what he loved to kiss most.
Today, tonight it was more powerful. When she came in, dressed in her usual, he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan.
She looked so beautiful, biting on her lower lip, eyes like honey. He wanted, no, he needed her. He needed to look into those honey eyes all night as he ravaged her on his bed. He needed to hear her soft voice purring his name and he needed her fingers sifting through his short, messy hair.
"Heather," he said, shifting in the covers. "Come here. I need you."
She grinned then, taking no hesitation to run and practically leap onto his lap, immediately pressing her full lips to his.
He smiled into the kiss and hooked a shining red arm around her, flipping them over and laying her down, pressed his body against hers.
He was already grinding his hips against hers, his tail snaking up her thigh. She was sighing, loving how he played with her lip ring, the way he tugged ever so gently with his teeth and tongue and oh god he was getting hard now, and he was making these noises and...
They broke apart for air and stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing ragged and hard. Heather smiled.
"Someone's feeling deprived," she commented, panting.
Fink growled in response and dove for her neck, latching his teeth onto her pulse-sucking, nipping, driving her crazy with sensation.
She gasped and arched into his body, and his fingers were already at work, undoing the buttons on her flannel and tearing it free from her body.
His clothes were slick and cold against her skin and she shivered when he pulled his mouth from her neck.
Green eyes stared down at her. Heat. She felt it in his lust-coated gaze and from the way he was still grinding his clothed erection on her thigh.
"You want me," he growled, eyes skipping down to her striped bra for a moment before going back up to her face.
His fingers were still busy, unhooking her bra and exposing her torso fully-and she was breathless at his speed and oh god he was kneading at her now, a hand between her legs.
"I do," she gasped breathlessly. "You're right, I really, really do.."
He grinned briefly before tearing his own clothes off, save for his mask, and went to work on her lower half.
The red skinny jeans and striped panties were off within mere moments and Fink was achingly hard at seeing his lover like this. He groaned at the sight and she looked down at him, hoping he would do what she thought he was going to do.
When his mouth went down on her, ferociously lapping at her clit, she let out a moan so gloriously loud that the whole warehouse probably heard her, but neither of them cared.
He was focused, one tattooed arm wrapped around her lower middle, fingers gripping her hip, his other hand working his blue misery in time with the lapping of his tongue.
He groaned and bit a little, unable to control his urges.
"Fink," Heather gasped, taking a grip at his dark hair, "Please. Please, I want you. Need you now."
She was babbling and he was too willing to reply as he levelled their faces.
"Ready?" he panted, placing a wet kiss on her lips. She tasted herself and shivered.
"Been ready."
pairing. Fink/Heather
rating. hard R
notes. This is for the lovely girlfriend of our beloved Fink. I hope you enjoy. :)
Her hair smelled like spice.
He liked that smell. Especially when it was mingled with her sweat in the summertime. She smelled almost dirty.
He liked dirty.
She would come into his room, identical mask adorning her perfect face, and she would be smiling, wearing her flannel and skinnies, that ever-taunting lip ring piercing what he loved to kiss most.
Today, tonight it was more powerful. When she came in, dressed in her usual, he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan.
She looked so beautiful, biting on her lower lip, eyes like honey. He wanted, no, he needed her. He needed to look into those honey eyes all night as he ravaged her on his bed. He needed to hear her soft voice purring his name and he needed her fingers sifting through his short, messy hair.
"Heather," he said, shifting in the covers. "Come here. I need you."
She grinned then, taking no hesitation to run and practically leap onto his lap, immediately pressing her full lips to his.
He smiled into the kiss and hooked a shining red arm around her, flipping them over and laying her down, pressed his body against hers.
He was already grinding his hips against hers, his tail snaking up her thigh. She was sighing, loving how he played with her lip ring, the way he tugged ever so gently with his teeth and tongue and oh god he was getting hard now, and he was making these noises and...
They broke apart for air and stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing ragged and hard. Heather smiled.
"Someone's feeling deprived," she commented, panting.
Fink growled in response and dove for her neck, latching his teeth onto her pulse-sucking, nipping, driving her crazy with sensation.
She gasped and arched into his body, and his fingers were already at work, undoing the buttons on her flannel and tearing it free from her body.
His clothes were slick and cold against her skin and she shivered when he pulled his mouth from her neck.
Green eyes stared down at her. Heat. She felt it in his lust-coated gaze and from the way he was still grinding his clothed erection on her thigh.
"You want me," he growled, eyes skipping down to her striped bra for a moment before going back up to her face.
His fingers were still busy, unhooking her bra and exposing her torso fully-and she was breathless at his speed and oh god he was kneading at her now, a hand between her legs.
"I do," she gasped breathlessly. "You're right, I really, really do.."
He grinned briefly before tearing his own clothes off, save for his mask, and went to work on her lower half.
The red skinny jeans and striped panties were off within mere moments and Fink was achingly hard at seeing his lover like this. He groaned at the sight and she looked down at him, hoping he would do what she thought he was going to do.
When his mouth went down on her, ferociously lapping at her clit, she let out a moan so gloriously loud that the whole warehouse probably heard her, but neither of them cared.
He was focused, one tattooed arm wrapped around her lower middle, fingers gripping her hip, his other hand working his blue misery in time with the lapping of his tongue.
He groaned and bit a little, unable to control his urges.
"Fink," Heather gasped, taking a grip at his dark hair, "Please. Please, I want you. Need you now."
She was babbling and he was too willing to reply as he levelled their faces.
"Ready?" he panted, placing a wet kiss on her lips. She tasted herself and shivered.
"Been ready."