[Nexus 100] 017. Brown
017. Brown
Word count: 3,048 (oops)
Rating: R (not for childrens, yo)
Notes: Co-written with sonofarize
Longshot flopped back on the blanket Ali had set out. He heard Rivenstar nicker off by the tree he was tied to. The Mojoworlder smiled and glanced up at the canopy of budding leaves above him. This was going to be one of the last few non-stressful times he and his wife were going to have before their wedding.
Alison's sandals landed in the grass with barely a sound and she stretched out beside her husband. There was a picnic basket off to her side that needed unpacking, but that could wait for a few minutes. She rolled onto her side and sprawled half over him, smiling down at him. "Glad to get away for a little while?"
He reached up to run a hand gently under her jaw. "Glad to get some time alone with you that isn't sleeping."
"I guess the trade off for the big, beautiful dream wedding is a few weeks of utter insanity beforehand." She chuckled softly and shook her head. "I'll make all the craziness up to you on the honeymoon." She winked.
"You'd think I'd be used to insanity," he said with a smirk before he pushed himself up enough to kiss her. "So what's in that basket?"
"You should be," she teased. "You married into it." She grinned and sat up, pulling the basket over to her and opening it. "Lunch. Don't worry. I didn't cook it."
"Hmm. Well, if you didn't, who did?" He rolled over to his side and propped his chin up on the heel of his palm.
"Maria. I asked her for help while I was there working on the seating arrangements for the wedding." She started setting dishes out. "Well, I did kinda help a little."
"Really?" He sat up excitedly. Then realized that could not be interpreted in the way he meant it. "I mean you helping a little. Maria cooking is nothing new."
"Mmm. She's got it in her head that she's going to teach Tasha and me to cook." She smirked a little. "I think she's got the raw end of the deal, though. She gets cursed at in Russian as often as we get cursed at in Italian."
Longshot scratched his head in confusion. "You know Russian?"
She laughed and handed him a plate. "No, but Tasha does. I don't curse. I try to stay out of the way."
"Oh. I thought so. Or you woulda when you killed that cake..." He quickly kissed her cheek to placate her because she nearly killed him about joking about burning the cake at the time. "So, uhm, what do we got to eat?"
She wrinkled her nose at the joke at her expense, but was in too good a mood not to let him get away with it. "Bread and cheese, pasta salad, some marinated olives," she grinned and held one out to him. "And some surprises for after we eat."
"Oooh! Surprises! Bring on the non-surprises!" Rather than use his hand to take the offered marinated olive, he used his mouth to get it. He grinned slightly as he chewed.
She made quick work of setting out the food and dished up plates for them both. She curled up beside him to eat. "What do you think? I won't tell you which parts I made." She grinned.
He made quick work of eating the food on his plate per usual. The being slow to savor things was not part of his vocabulary in regards to food. Well, except for dessert. "Mm. Very good! Lemme guess though... hmm. You helped with... the bread?"
"Yeah." She grinned sheepishly. "It was the easy part."
He leaned over for a quick kiss. "I don't know the first thing about making bread, so you're ahead of me. I'm impressed."
"You're sweet." She smiled and offered him a bite of pasta off her fork. "You liked it, huh?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never tasted me." He took the offered pasta and nodded his head vigorously to answer her question. He had learned to not talk with food in his mouth. Mostly.
She smiled and stroked his cheek lightly. Then she finished off her own lunch. She didn't want to keep her husband waiting too long for his surprises.
Longshot set his plate and utensils aside and clapped his hands together excitedly. Oh, boy! Surprises!
"Something on your mind?" She grinned and set her utensils aside. She looked back into the basket and then pulled out another two covered dishes.
"Surprises!" He eyed the dishes. He tried to will his eyes to see through to the contents, but nothing doing. Surprises that were edible were always welcome. The only thing that beat out food surprises were Alison's body surprises.
"I know you love your cannoli, but I wanted you to try something else. Just once. It's not Italian, exactly. More a universal dessert." She opened the first dish and plucked out a large, ripe strawberry coated in chocolate.
His eyebrows went up slightly in surprise. Well, it wasn't cannoli, but it looked good. It might even make his pygmy marmoset jealous. He licked his lips. "I'll try anything you feed me at least once..."
She turned to face him more and held the berry out. "Betcha try this more than once." She grinned. "This is my favorite dessert in the world. Better than ice cream."
There was little better in the world than being hand-fed from his wife. Especially something she was sharing with him that she loved. He took a bite out of the chocolate-covered strawberry and took his time with the taste. Mmmm.
"What do you think, sweetheart?" She grinned and rubbed her thumb along his bottom lip, drying away a stray drop of berry juice.
He kissed her thumb. "Delicious. Almost as tasty as you."
She smiled and kissed him softly. "You're pretty tasty yourself." She grabbed another berry and held it out for him.
"Not gonna eat any?" He ate the offered strawberry, however. She had been holding it so his lips had to brush her fingers. Either that, or he needed to take smaller bites...
"Mmmmaybe. I dunno." She grinned and kissed him again. "Think I should?"
"You could before I feel guilty for eating all of your favorite dessert. Then again, do I get more kisses for eating more strawberries?" He leaned closer and slipped an arm around her waist. If she ate one, he was sure going to give her a kiss like she had been for him.
"You get kisses for anything you want." She grinned and picked out a strawberry for herself. Mmmmm. Chocolate had always been her favorite flavor, but thanks to Longshot, the taste now made her toes curl.
"So do you," he breathed as he waited for her too finish chewing. He almost made it, but her lips looked too inviting.
She smiled into his kiss and pushed the bowl of strawberries aide. When her lap was clear, she grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and pushed him back on his back. "Anything I want, huh?" She kissed him again.
"Anything and everything," he confirmed softly as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her down to give her a kiss for everything just to prove it.
She stretched out on top of him and snuggled down against him. "Love you," she murmured when the kiss ended. And then she was kissing him again.
Well, he was going to reply back that he loved her, too, but he found her lips against his again to distracting. He shifted a little and dropped his arms to holder her a little lower on her body and a little tighter against him.
One long, deep kiss and a few shorter, softer kisses later, she leaned back and smiled down at him. The strawberries hadn't been pushed too far away, so she reached over for one and drew it across his lips. Then, she leaned down and playfully licked the chocolate off of them.
He waited patiently, for him, until she had most of the chocolate off his lips before opening his lips just enough for her tongue as he kissed her hard. His horse might have made a noise over there, but Longshot ignored it. Rivenstar was probably jealous he didn't have his own horsey version of Ali anyway.
The berry was lost and forgotten as she cradled his face with both hands and leaned into the kiss. She might have accidentally smeared a bit of chocolate on his face in a few places, but that could be easily fixed. If there was anything else going on around them, she certainly didn't know about it.
If Longshot had chocolate on his face anywhere, he didn't care. The way Alison was kissing him was definitely more exciting than any bit of food. Even cannoli. He slid one hand up along her spine until he could lightly cradle the back of her neck with his fingers.
But, he did have chocolate on his face. As Alison discovered when she drew back from the kiss and trailed a line of them across his cheek. A soft lick cleared away a chocolatey thumb print and strayed farther over to trace the edge of his ear. She bit his earlobe gently and purred. "Have you alone and have chocolate. Boy, are you in trouble."
"Not trouble," he protested softly as he moved a leg out from under her. If he worked it right, gravity would help her straddle the remaining leg under her. He set the foot of his freed leg flat against the ground and used the extra leverage to help him press his hips lightly against Alison. "Trouble doesn't feel this good..."
She continued to nuzzle and lick his neck as she shifted to accommodate his new position. She settled down astride his one leg and groaned softly when he pressed up against her. The shifting of his hips made her skirt ride up and bunch near her hips. That would get annoying in a moment, but for now she was blissfully unaware of anything but the feel of his body against her.
He groaned softly as Alison lavished attention on his neck. No doubt existed in his mind that she knew exactly where to put her mouth to drive him crazy. The hand that wasn't already in contact with her skin worked its way beneath her blouse. He ran his fingertips along the smooth skin of her back as he slowly worked out a rhythm of pressing his hips against her.
She turned her head slightly to draw in a shaky breath between moans. She shifted her legs slightly more apart and rocked down against his when he moved. She panted harshly against his skin as one hand reached down to tug at the fabric of her skirt and move it up higher on her waist and out of the way. Then there was only a thin layer of cotton between her and the rough denim of his jeans. She groaned louder at his next thrust as the soft skin of her inner thighs was rubbed against the blue jeans. "Keep... uhn.. doing that."
He kept doing that. As much as his slow tempo would let him. He was holding back slightly. There had been a lesson about tantalizing here and there that he had picked up. The fingers under her blouse worked up her spine, and when Longshot brought them back down, he was leaving soft nips along Alison's jaw line.
"Mmmm..." Words were gone. Pleased sounds were all she managed now. She matched his tempo with her own and rocked against him. One hand wandered down from his face and moved over his chest, fingernails scratching a bit harder than she normally would. The shirt between him and her nails would allow it. Her hand moved down lower, playing over the lines of his body. At his waistband, the fingernails stopped and her palm took up the motions, pressing farther downward to brush over the front of his jeans. She cupped and gently squeezed the erection straining underneath.
He grunted when her hand pressed against him. He couldn't help it. He did manage to not let his fingers on her neck press too hard into her skin. Pushing the tempo of his hips just a little bit faster, he put his mouth right by her ear. All he could do for a minute or two was just let his breath brush past. She felt too good to try to talk. But he did finally manage to get something out when the feeling of his own clothing drove him closer to insane. "H-how do you -hnh- want me?"
"Mmmm.. naked and willing?" She purred again and nipped at his neck. She grinned up at him. "For right now, though, I'll settle for half naked and very excited." She worked the button of his jeans open and lowered the zipper carefully.
"Got the excited part," he murmured as he withdrew his hand from under her blouse. He reached down to help her get his erection free. Once that was out, his hand quickly dug into his pocket. He pulled out a small, brown foil packet. "Nuh-not as tasty as what's on the strawberries. Hnh. But your call..."
"Can't believe you still have those." She grinned and took it from him, turning it over in her hand for a moment. It was probably not a bad idea. Nothing would throw a monkey wrench into wedding plans like a surprise pregnancy. And she was too long gone off her pills to hope to squeak by. She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. "Good thinking."
"Thinking about you is always good," he commented breathlessly. He shifted a little. He wanted her badly. "Hurry, please. Need you so much."
She made short work of the little foil wrapper and carefully slipped the ridiculous thing into place. She really did hate them, but it was only until after the wedding. She could deal with it for that long. And it meant getting this close to her husband, so really, any price was worth it. She rolled away from him for just the length of time it took to slip off her panties and then she settled herself down where they both needed her to be.
While Alison had rolled away, he shifted his legs so she could have an easy time settling on top of him while he still got some leverage to push against her. He groaned when he slid in. "Za's Vid," he breathed as he began to work his hips against her. His hands settled lightly on her hips.
She leaned forward and braced a hand on either side of his head. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder to keep it out of his face and leaned down to kiss him hard. Her hips pressed down into his rocking motions. She moaned softly in her throat as they found a rhythm and moved harder.
His fingers tightened on her hips. He used that grip to pull her down harder onto him. Every little extra bit he could get, he would take. He kissed her back just as hard, his tongue sliding in to get more of a taste of her and maybe a little bit of that chocolate.
She opened to his kiss, teasing his tongue lightly with hers. He did still taste of chocolate and strawberries. This time, there was no slow teasing or waiting. There would be enough of waiting soon. Right now, she wanted him hard and fast. And that was exactly how she moved with him.
He grunted against Ali's mouth as she moved harder and faster on him. He didn't break the kiss. He didn't want to. He met her tempo change with a little frustration. It felt great! But they both had too much clothing on. He would fix that. Later. He broke off the kiss as his back arched off the ground. "Mmh! Feel so good..."
"Mmmm... yes, you do." She grinned against his lips and kissed him again. Any part of her body that could logically be attached to his, right now, was going to stay attached for as long as possible. She grinned at the way he was bucking underneath her. His sounds pushed her to move faster and harder.
His fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt. Somehow his body knew white knuckling fabric was better than digging his fingers into his wife. He hoped her skirt was sturdy and on right because he was using his grip on it to pull her down as hard as possible. It had been too long since they had a moment like this, but he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer.
Unfortunately, she had to break away from the kiss to breathe. She used the opportunity to better her position. She sat up and leaned back just a little, getting a better angle to move. She let gravity and her husband's frantic grip on her waist and clothes assist her downward thrusting, pushing as hard as she dared and whimpering louder with each one.
"A-Ali..." He whimpered as he got close. He wanted to go on forever. Or at least the rest of the afternoon., but his body had other ideas. Everything was pooling and pulling back. "Za's Vid," he growled breathlessly, "I love you." With one more thrust he burst past the edge with a loud groan.
She very nearly tipped backward when she felt him shuddering through his orgasm. She caught herself on his bent knees and pushed back down against him just once more. She had more than she needed to find her own climax just by listening to the sounds he made. She sank forward slowly, resting against him as the tremors shook her body. "Love you so much," she gasped.
When he had stopped seeing stars, he let go of her skirt and wrapped his arms around her. He gently nuzzled her hair and kissed her temple. he was quiet and held her until he got enough breath back to speak. "Your favorite dessert? One of the best..."
She laughed softly and nuzzled his neck. "I told you so."