[fanfiction] no wonder . . .
365 Gay Sharks
Day 20, Word Count: 388
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
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no wonder your heart feels like it's flying, Enchanted, Giselle/Robert, "Oh my!"
It's not exactly that Giselle is naive.
Okay, it's exactly that Giselle is naive. She knows more about sex now, from watching soap operas, but she still tilts her head at the screen and her eyes are sad, because she still doesn't quite understand that people aren't always happy and they sometimes do things out of spite and meanness. So, Robert introduces the idea slowly. He kisses her, and when she becomes comfortable with that, he lets his hands wander . . . It's a slow process, but eventually Giselle looks at him, lips slightly parted and kissed red.
"Are you going to take me to bed, Robert?"
The phrase is so simple, so unassumingly Giselle, that it's all Robert can do to say yes. They sort of dance their way to the bed, which Robert suspects is Giselle's fault, and then he's lowering her onto the bed and she's demanding kisses like a small child demands candy.
Her dress is another of her creations, but it buttons down the front and Robert swiftly undoes the buttons, pushing the dress back to reveal her pert breasts. He dips, sucking on her nipple until it's hard and wet, and she arches up, crying out sweetly. Her dress falls to the floor, and she's wearing plain, white underwear. It's something that's weirdly endearing, and Robert eases them down, tossing those on the floor too, before kissing his way down her body and spreading her legs.
He dips two fingers into her, hears her small oh, and lets her adjust for a moment before pumping slowly and flicking his tongue over her. She gasps, hips arching, and Robert traces her name with his tongue as Giselle twists and finally moans brokenly. Robert likes that sound, likes the way that Giselle falls apart at his touch, and it isn't long before Giselle is gasping.
"Oh. Oh, Robert! I . . . I don't-"
"Shhh," Robert says, "it's okay. Let go."
Giselle does, pulsing around Robert and breathing heavily. Robert pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before laying next to Giselle. She turns her head toward him when he does, smiling faintly.
"That was . . . lovely, Robert. I'd like to, ah, return the favor later. If I may, that is."
Robert laughs, "Any time, Giselle. Any time at all."
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Day 20, Word Count: 388
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
no wonder your heart feels like it's flying, Enchanted, Giselle/Robert, "Oh my!"
It's not exactly that Giselle is naive.
Okay, it's exactly that Giselle is naive. She knows more about sex now, from watching soap operas, but she still tilts her head at the screen and her eyes are sad, because she still doesn't quite understand that people aren't always happy and they sometimes do things out of spite and meanness. So, Robert introduces the idea slowly. He kisses her, and when she becomes comfortable with that, he lets his hands wander . . . It's a slow process, but eventually Giselle looks at him, lips slightly parted and kissed red.
"Are you going to take me to bed, Robert?"
The phrase is so simple, so unassumingly Giselle, that it's all Robert can do to say yes. They sort of dance their way to the bed, which Robert suspects is Giselle's fault, and then he's lowering her onto the bed and she's demanding kisses like a small child demands candy.
Her dress is another of her creations, but it buttons down the front and Robert swiftly undoes the buttons, pushing the dress back to reveal her pert breasts. He dips, sucking on her nipple until it's hard and wet, and she arches up, crying out sweetly. Her dress falls to the floor, and she's wearing plain, white underwear. It's something that's weirdly endearing, and Robert eases them down, tossing those on the floor too, before kissing his way down her body and spreading her legs.
He dips two fingers into her, hears her small oh, and lets her adjust for a moment before pumping slowly and flicking his tongue over her. She gasps, hips arching, and Robert traces her name with his tongue as Giselle twists and finally moans brokenly. Robert likes that sound, likes the way that Giselle falls apart at his touch, and it isn't long before Giselle is gasping.
"Oh. Oh, Robert! I . . . I don't-"
"Shhh," Robert says, "it's okay. Let go."
Giselle does, pulsing around Robert and breathing heavily. Robert pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before laying next to Giselle. She turns her head toward him when he does, smiling faintly.
"That was . . . lovely, Robert. I'd like to, ah, return the favor later. If I may, that is."
Robert laughs, "Any time, Giselle. Any time at all."
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