Not so slacker-assed now, eh????
Except, I think I might have to turn in my ev0l slasher card now. *facepalm*
Blame sinister_beauty
Title: Morning
Author: monkeypuzzleclone
Fandom: Pirates
Pairing: Norrington/Elizabeth
Rating: Hard R
Warning: Sweet happy marriage het ::hides::
A/N: My schmoopy, non-slasher clone's late reply for the "Drabble" Meme challange. This time for sinister_beauty. 515 words.
Their room gleams in the sunlight, golden and pure. A cool sea breeze slips in through the open window brushing lightly over them as they lay curled together, uncovered and half asleep, in their marriage bed. It complements James’s touch on her skin; a perfect harmony to the soft glide of his fingertips over the swell of her stomach and curve of her hips. She presses back into him, luxuriating in the feel of his body-the slight scratch of the hair on his chest against her back, the drift of his breath against her neck, the warm solidity of his legs against her own-and breathes deeply and contentedly.
She feels that body begin to tremor slightly, and twists her head back to see his face. His lips are pressed together, his eyes bright, and he looks for all the world like he is trying to hold in a giggle. She can’t help but smile. Who would have thought the great and feared Commodore would giggle?
“What,” she asks, “is so amusing?”
He coughs, trying to calm himself, and though he is not quite successful, he does manage to settle enough to reply. “Nothing really. I’ve just decided that I rather like you better without a corset.”
She lets her smile turn coquettish . “Oh, and why ever would that be?”
He gives her the sweetest little boy grin she had ever seen; a little grin that she is learning is not always as innocent as it seems, because it only grows bigger as his fingertips slip from teasing across her thigh to tease another far more sensitive spot. Gasping, she raises her leg, allowing it to rest a top his, granting him greater room, greater freedom. Soon, she feels the very tip of his hard, lovely cock start to slide slowly into her, while his fingers continue their play. A hard, heat that presses in, causing her to moan and wonder how she ever did without. Then it is slipping away only to come back again at that same almost too slow pace. And then again, and again, the motion driving her mad. It’s the most amazing sensation she has ever felt.
“You,” she says, no longer managing a flirtatious voice, only one full of air and moans, “never answered my question.”
“I didn’t did I?” She shudders at the sound of his voice; at the way it wraps around the words turning a simple phrase into something delicious. “I prefer you without,” he continues as her breath comes faster and faster, timed to his movements; timed to the flick of his fingers, the thrust of his cock, “as there is far more room for you to breathe that way.”
She laughs through the gasps and the moans, and reaches to pull his head down to her’s so that she might lick along his jaw. A shudder runs through him, causing him to hitch his hips, and begin to thrust deeper and faster. She rides the change in motion joyfully.
“You needn’t be jelous, James,” she whispers against his ear. “Nothing will ever take my breath like you.”
Blame sinister_beauty
Title: Morning
Author: monkeypuzzleclone
Fandom: Pirates
Pairing: Norrington/Elizabeth
Rating: Hard R
Warning: Sweet happy marriage het ::hides::
A/N: My schmoopy, non-slasher clone's late reply for the "Drabble" Meme challange. This time for sinister_beauty. 515 words.
Their room gleams in the sunlight, golden and pure. A cool sea breeze slips in through the open window brushing lightly over them as they lay curled together, uncovered and half asleep, in their marriage bed. It complements James’s touch on her skin; a perfect harmony to the soft glide of his fingertips over the swell of her stomach and curve of her hips. She presses back into him, luxuriating in the feel of his body-the slight scratch of the hair on his chest against her back, the drift of his breath against her neck, the warm solidity of his legs against her own-and breathes deeply and contentedly.
She feels that body begin to tremor slightly, and twists her head back to see his face. His lips are pressed together, his eyes bright, and he looks for all the world like he is trying to hold in a giggle. She can’t help but smile. Who would have thought the great and feared Commodore would giggle?
“What,” she asks, “is so amusing?”
He coughs, trying to calm himself, and though he is not quite successful, he does manage to settle enough to reply. “Nothing really. I’ve just decided that I rather like you better without a corset.”
She lets her smile turn coquettish . “Oh, and why ever would that be?”
He gives her the sweetest little boy grin she had ever seen; a little grin that she is learning is not always as innocent as it seems, because it only grows bigger as his fingertips slip from teasing across her thigh to tease another far more sensitive spot. Gasping, she raises her leg, allowing it to rest a top his, granting him greater room, greater freedom. Soon, she feels the very tip of his hard, lovely cock start to slide slowly into her, while his fingers continue their play. A hard, heat that presses in, causing her to moan and wonder how she ever did without. Then it is slipping away only to come back again at that same almost too slow pace. And then again, and again, the motion driving her mad. It’s the most amazing sensation she has ever felt.
“You,” she says, no longer managing a flirtatious voice, only one full of air and moans, “never answered my question.”
“I didn’t did I?” She shudders at the sound of his voice; at the way it wraps around the words turning a simple phrase into something delicious. “I prefer you without,” he continues as her breath comes faster and faster, timed to his movements; timed to the flick of his fingers, the thrust of his cock, “as there is far more room for you to breathe that way.”
She laughs through the gasps and the moans, and reaches to pull his head down to her’s so that she might lick along his jaw. A shudder runs through him, causing him to hitch his hips, and begin to thrust deeper and faster. She rides the change in motion joyfully.
“You needn’t be jelous, James,” she whispers against his ear. “Nothing will ever take my breath like you.”