Lis!Fic - As You Wish (1/1) -Ben Bradley/Hannah Abbott (NC-17)
Title: As You Wish
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Ben Bradley/Hannah Abbott
Words: lots 2500
Category: Pink Sheep Future AU
Summary: Hannah finally gets Ben to wear a costume.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the hp_humpdrabbles prompt of 'Pirates'. I'll admit that I had this in mind when I requested the prompt. What was supposed to be, maximum, a 500 word ficlet, turning into... this. Oh, and the only reason this is considered AU is because Ben actually gives in. Oh, and I also borrowed Ben (obviously). Hopefully I didn't hurt him too badly, Keeks. Thanks for the lend.
"I'm not going to put one on." Ben crossed his arms, adamant. They had talked about this before. No costumes. He had not worn a Halloween costume since he was ten and his mother had tricked him into doing so. Just, no. No matter how much his wife pouted or threatened, it blasted holiday. He had taken the children trick or treating, carved pumpkins, done all sorts of things, save actually dressing up.
Hannah's mouth dropped open, either in shock or outrage, she wasn't sure. She knew his predilection against the whole costume thing, but dammit, she had tried as hard as she could to think of something that would only be a teeny tiny step out of his comfort zone. "It's Susie's party, Ben. You have to dress up." If her very own father failed to show up in costume, there would be a melt down of epic proportions. "At least I didn't let her pick it out."
That much was true. He had to repress a wince when Hannah mentioned their daughter, especially thinking about what the little girl might have chosen for him. And if he really considered it, what his wife had laid out for him wasn't too bad: boots, trousers, and a shirt, all black. "What's this?" He lifted a black cloth mask from the pile of clothes with two fingers as if it were something particularly vile. "And do I have to wear it?"
The blond blinked. "Of course you do. You can't be the Dread Pirate Roberts without a mask. They're terribly comfortable, you know."
Ben rolled his eyes. He didn't care how comfortable they might be, he wasn't going to dress up. "Hannah, please. I'll agree to the boots, trousers, and shirt," after all, they had come from his closet, "but not the mask."
She was not having Susie throw a fit because her father had refused to dress up for her party. Not when she had too many to count hyperactive children in her home, under her responsibility. "Put the damn mask on," she sniffed. "Or I can guarantee one of us won't be sleeping in here tonight. Or for the next several ones, for that matter." Perhaps the threat was a little strong, but she meant business. "I'll see you downstairs." Turning on her heel, she flounced out of the room and down the stairs to where her own costume was waiting for her as soon as she got the last of the refreshments out of the refrigerator.
"You make a wonderful Alice in Wonderland," Ben said as he entered their bedroom, closing the door behind them. All the little ones were abed and now, finally, he could enjoy his wife.
Hannah fell backwards onto the bed, hair fanning out behind her. "Honestly, I must be mad to plan these things. Twenty five little children on too much sugar for most of the afternoon, plus seven of Susie's closest friends for the night." Merlin, it was a miracle she wasn't dead. At least the boys had been happy to go to friends' houses for the night. Susie had had a bit of a problem with Seth leaving for the night, but considering she was the one with the party and sleepover, her arguments held little sway. "I plead temporary insanity. If I ever suggest something like this again, distract me."
Ben moved towards the bed, as if he were stalking his prey. "As you wish."
He had given into Hannah's ultimatum with a rather large chip on is shoulder, but he hadn't exactly relished the idea of sleeping alone. So don the mask he did. With extreme prejudice. As much as he was loathe to admit it, his wife was right. It was sort of comfortable. During the party, when it had become obvious that he had that he had no idea about significance of his costume, Mandy had pulled him aside, in her typical meddling way, and informed him all about the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Climbing onto the bed, Ben brushed the hair out of her face as he nuzzled the soft bit of skin where neck met shoulder. He bit into it, causing her to moan softly.
Hannah tilted her face to look into his eyes, a small smile flitting across. It hadn't escaped her notice that he had come down, not five minutes into the party, wearing the mask. "So you do get it," she whispered in the space between, dragging his lips to hers, tasting the chocolate icing from the made only for Ben cupcakes.
"Of course I do." He wasn't going to admit that it had taken a pint sized brunette to educate him. Ben's hands smoothed over the front of the little blue frock she wore, thumb brushing directly over one of her nipples. She was nearly vibrating under him.
She gave a little humming sound in the back of her throat as her hand slid up to tangle into his hair as her body arched up and into his touch. Already, she could feel herself grow wet with anticipation and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Hannah had hated making him choose earlier, but she had been a wee bit stressed at the time and he hadn't been helping her anxiety levels. She was glad he had gone with the mask option. It was easier on her will and not to mention, he looked particularly dashing.
His hand slipped under her skirt, crawling up her thigh, sending shivers across the lines of her body. Quickly bypassing the scrap of lace serving as her knickers, he thrust two fingers into her core without any preamble. She was already wet and wanting. She was his.
Hannah gasped as those fingers entered her roughly, but her inner muscles contracted around them as her hips bucked in response. Fingers grappled to draw his mouth to hers again as she began to become overloaded with sensation. It was crazy, and a bit unfair, what he could do to her with a simple brush of his fingertips over her bare skin. "My zipper," she managed, just a tiny bit breathless, as the kiss broke. "It's in the back." She rolled away from him slightly in order to give him access.
Ben raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly how he was supposed to manage this new feat considering the positions they had managed to tangle themselves into. Finally, with some finagling, he was able to pull the offending zipper down, revealing the back of her lace bra. Withdrawing his fingers from her body, he began to pull the costume away as she rolled back towards him, revealing her familiar, but no less exciting, curves. The skin of her breasts appeared even paler than normal encased in the black lace.
She mewled at the loss of his fingers, but quickly quieted as the costume was removed. They were moving on to bigger and better things. Her own hands went to his belt, quickly undoing and removing it from his body. There was no reason for him to not be as naked, or as near naked, as she. The next few moment were filled with only the sounds of rustling material as clothing was removed.
"No," she whimpered as he went to remove the mask, tugging him back down for yet another kiss. "Keep it on. You're my Dread Pirate Bradley."
He eyed her, clearly the afternoon of herding sugar shocked six year olds had been too much, but whatever made her happy. He left the damn mask on. His mouth lowered, pressing kisses to her collarbone, eventually making his way down to her gorgeous, perfect breasts. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple through the thin lace, causing the most delicious sounds to emerge.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping reflexively as his teeth scraped against sensitive skin. "Ben," she moaned, her bent knee wedging itself beneath his body to wrap around his midsection. Her inner muscles grasped at emptiness, only amplifying her arousal. She wanted him and wanted him now, no matter how wanted that made her appear. They had been together eighteen, nearly nineteen years now. It was a little late to make judgments such as that.
He grinned against her, loving the sounds his wife made. To think such a demure creature could be so naughty. He lave that she saved it only for him. Shifting in between her legs, Ben began to pull her knickers down her legs slowly, tantalizingly, as she sat forward to undo the back of her bra, revealing her breasts for the first time that night. His fingers trailed up and down the curves of her side. "I love you."
His words drew Hannah's unfocused gaze towards his face, a smile blossoming. She tugged one of his hands up and away from her side to her face, kissing the palm before laying it across her heart. "Love you too."
Ben entered her slowly, such a difference from earlier in the night. He cherished the moment as their bodies joined as one. Almost reverently, he brushed hair away from her face and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. Slowly, he began to move, knowing sooner or later they'd be unable to give into their baser desires.
Her body was alight with arousal and Hannah ached to touch that secret spot to bring her closer to the precipice, but knew that it would be that much sweeter, that much deeper, if she allowed him to sweep her along towards orgasm. The blonde had to settle for brushing delicate fingertips along still sensitive nipples before they finally came to rest atop her husband's still muscled back. Her nails dug into tender skin as he hit that certain spot within her that caused stars to shoot across her vision. She moaned.
The wordless sound caught Ben's attention. He was well versed in the sounds Hannah made as she very rarely spoke while they made love. It was something he had learned to accept, just like she had learned how to live with his deep and abiding hatred for Halloween. Until today.
"I know, love," he whispered, changing his angle so that he consciously avoided that certain spot, while still thrusting in full hilt. "Wait for me."
She mewled her response, fingers tightening as the stars failed to shoot. Her hips began to meet his demanding thrusts, urging him closer towards completion. He was always doing this, playing with her, teasing her, urging her just a hair's breadth away from the edge.
"You're going to leave bruises," he whispered through both their bodies.
Once again it took her a moment to focus on his words, she was so distracted by the feeling of his cock within her. "Only fair," she sniffed, the beginnings of a small pout forming. He was forever leaving bruises on her skin in the shape of his fingers, though that tendency had begun to fade as their children grew older.
Ben began to kiss the pout away. She was too cute. "Didn't say it was a bad thing, love," he whispered into her ear.
She ducked her head, coming up to nuzzle into her husband's chest. "Stop observing and fuck me."
He couldn't hide the smirk as she swore. Normally quite responsive and vocal during their lovemaking, he loved it best when her feathers were a bit ruffled and she rose up to meet his challenges. It was always that much sweeter when she fell to pieces around his cock.
Bracing himself on one arm, Ben's free hand traveled down her body, brushing past her breasts and down to the juncture between her legs. As her hips rose to meet a lazy thrust, his thumb ghosted over her clit, making her cry out. On the second pass, her inner muscles greedily pulled him closer. The third time yielded similar results.
With a groan of frustration or arousal or both, Hannah's hips sped up, refusing to wait for Ben any longer. Her breaths turned to pants as her eyes fluttered closed. She neared the edge that she had been kept from for so long as she let out a low keening sound, lost in her own pleasure.
He leaned down and gently bit her bottom lip, his hand coming between their bodies to pinch that secret spot. "No," he growled lowly. "Wait."
Hannah's eyes flew open, narrowing. She arched up to nip at his jawline, tired of waiting. "No," she countered, though her voice was high and breathy with arousal. It didn't quite have the same effect as it normally would. "Now." She gave her own form of a glare, as best she could when she was half driven out of her mind with lust. If he didn't give, she'd take.
Changing the angle slightly, he thrust into her core, satisfied when her heard her fleeting gasp. "Yes." It was always a constant battle of wills between them. It kept things exciting, playful.
He took the moment to watch her writhe below his body. He watched how her plae skin flushed from a combination of physical exertion and arousal. although the stress of passing years and parenthood had written themselves across their bodies, his wife was just as love as she had been the first time he had laid eyes on her. Lovelier, even.
"Ben," she whined, hands fluttering all over his body, searching for a place to hold onto, to cling to as the wave of arousal threatened to overtake her, regardless of his personal wishes. Though, in the end, it really was all his fault. He was the reason she felt this way.
As he slid into her once more, her legs came up to wrap around his torso, drawing him even closer, holding him there as she began to shudder beneath him. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his cock as her breathing became labored and eyes fluttered shut. With a cry wrenched from her lips, Hannah fell apart, clinging to Ben the whole time.
Her orgasm triggered his own. Bowing his head, Ben buried his face against the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent uniquely Hannah as his seed spilled into her.
They stayed like that, locked together in shared embrace, for the next few minutes, relaxing in post coital bliss. Slowly, he slipped out of her and rolled to the side, drawing her close, though he stayed silent. Words weren't needed now, not when they had just finished making love.
She nuzzled into his chest, giving a happy sigh as he pulled a blanket over their bodies. Shifting slightly, Hannah blinked lazily up at her husband. He was still wearing the mask. Crinkling her nose in a sort of half smile, she reached up and pulled it off, smile broadening as the rest of his face was exposed.
"Love you," she whispered in the now quiet calm.
He leaned close, breath hot against the pink shell of her ear. "As you wish."
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Ben Bradley/Hannah Abbott
Words: lots 2500
Category: Pink Sheep Future AU
Summary: Hannah finally gets Ben to wear a costume.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the hp_humpdrabbles prompt of 'Pirates'. I'll admit that I had this in mind when I requested the prompt. What was supposed to be, maximum, a 500 word ficlet, turning into... this. Oh, and the only reason this is considered AU is because Ben actually gives in. Oh, and I also borrowed Ben (obviously). Hopefully I didn't hurt him too badly, Keeks. Thanks for the lend.
"I'm not going to put one on." Ben crossed his arms, adamant. They had talked about this before. No costumes. He had not worn a Halloween costume since he was ten and his mother had tricked him into doing so. Just, no. No matter how much his wife pouted or threatened, it blasted holiday. He had taken the children trick or treating, carved pumpkins, done all sorts of things, save actually dressing up.
Hannah's mouth dropped open, either in shock or outrage, she wasn't sure. She knew his predilection against the whole costume thing, but dammit, she had tried as hard as she could to think of something that would only be a teeny tiny step out of his comfort zone. "It's Susie's party, Ben. You have to dress up." If her very own father failed to show up in costume, there would be a melt down of epic proportions. "At least I didn't let her pick it out."
That much was true. He had to repress a wince when Hannah mentioned their daughter, especially thinking about what the little girl might have chosen for him. And if he really considered it, what his wife had laid out for him wasn't too bad: boots, trousers, and a shirt, all black. "What's this?" He lifted a black cloth mask from the pile of clothes with two fingers as if it were something particularly vile. "And do I have to wear it?"
The blond blinked. "Of course you do. You can't be the Dread Pirate Roberts without a mask. They're terribly comfortable, you know."
Ben rolled his eyes. He didn't care how comfortable they might be, he wasn't going to dress up. "Hannah, please. I'll agree to the boots, trousers, and shirt," after all, they had come from his closet, "but not the mask."
She was not having Susie throw a fit because her father had refused to dress up for her party. Not when she had too many to count hyperactive children in her home, under her responsibility. "Put the damn mask on," she sniffed. "Or I can guarantee one of us won't be sleeping in here tonight. Or for the next several ones, for that matter." Perhaps the threat was a little strong, but she meant business. "I'll see you downstairs." Turning on her heel, she flounced out of the room and down the stairs to where her own costume was waiting for her as soon as she got the last of the refreshments out of the refrigerator.
"You make a wonderful Alice in Wonderland," Ben said as he entered their bedroom, closing the door behind them. All the little ones were abed and now, finally, he could enjoy his wife.
Hannah fell backwards onto the bed, hair fanning out behind her. "Honestly, I must be mad to plan these things. Twenty five little children on too much sugar for most of the afternoon, plus seven of Susie's closest friends for the night." Merlin, it was a miracle she wasn't dead. At least the boys had been happy to go to friends' houses for the night. Susie had had a bit of a problem with Seth leaving for the night, but considering she was the one with the party and sleepover, her arguments held little sway. "I plead temporary insanity. If I ever suggest something like this again, distract me."
Ben moved towards the bed, as if he were stalking his prey. "As you wish."
He had given into Hannah's ultimatum with a rather large chip on is shoulder, but he hadn't exactly relished the idea of sleeping alone. So don the mask he did. With extreme prejudice. As much as he was loathe to admit it, his wife was right. It was sort of comfortable. During the party, when it had become obvious that he had that he had no idea about significance of his costume, Mandy had pulled him aside, in her typical meddling way, and informed him all about the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Climbing onto the bed, Ben brushed the hair out of her face as he nuzzled the soft bit of skin where neck met shoulder. He bit into it, causing her to moan softly.
Hannah tilted her face to look into his eyes, a small smile flitting across. It hadn't escaped her notice that he had come down, not five minutes into the party, wearing the mask. "So you do get it," she whispered in the space between, dragging his lips to hers, tasting the chocolate icing from the made only for Ben cupcakes.
"Of course I do." He wasn't going to admit that it had taken a pint sized brunette to educate him. Ben's hands smoothed over the front of the little blue frock she wore, thumb brushing directly over one of her nipples. She was nearly vibrating under him.
She gave a little humming sound in the back of her throat as her hand slid up to tangle into his hair as her body arched up and into his touch. Already, she could feel herself grow wet with anticipation and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Hannah had hated making him choose earlier, but she had been a wee bit stressed at the time and he hadn't been helping her anxiety levels. She was glad he had gone with the mask option. It was easier on her will and not to mention, he looked particularly dashing.
His hand slipped under her skirt, crawling up her thigh, sending shivers across the lines of her body. Quickly bypassing the scrap of lace serving as her knickers, he thrust two fingers into her core without any preamble. She was already wet and wanting. She was his.
Hannah gasped as those fingers entered her roughly, but her inner muscles contracted around them as her hips bucked in response. Fingers grappled to draw his mouth to hers again as she began to become overloaded with sensation. It was crazy, and a bit unfair, what he could do to her with a simple brush of his fingertips over her bare skin. "My zipper," she managed, just a tiny bit breathless, as the kiss broke. "It's in the back." She rolled away from him slightly in order to give him access.
Ben raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly how he was supposed to manage this new feat considering the positions they had managed to tangle themselves into. Finally, with some finagling, he was able to pull the offending zipper down, revealing the back of her lace bra. Withdrawing his fingers from her body, he began to pull the costume away as she rolled back towards him, revealing her familiar, but no less exciting, curves. The skin of her breasts appeared even paler than normal encased in the black lace.
She mewled at the loss of his fingers, but quickly quieted as the costume was removed. They were moving on to bigger and better things. Her own hands went to his belt, quickly undoing and removing it from his body. There was no reason for him to not be as naked, or as near naked, as she. The next few moment were filled with only the sounds of rustling material as clothing was removed.
"No," she whimpered as he went to remove the mask, tugging him back down for yet another kiss. "Keep it on. You're my Dread Pirate Bradley."
He eyed her, clearly the afternoon of herding sugar shocked six year olds had been too much, but whatever made her happy. He left the damn mask on. His mouth lowered, pressing kisses to her collarbone, eventually making his way down to her gorgeous, perfect breasts. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple through the thin lace, causing the most delicious sounds to emerge.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping reflexively as his teeth scraped against sensitive skin. "Ben," she moaned, her bent knee wedging itself beneath his body to wrap around his midsection. Her inner muscles grasped at emptiness, only amplifying her arousal. She wanted him and wanted him now, no matter how wanted that made her appear. They had been together eighteen, nearly nineteen years now. It was a little late to make judgments such as that.
He grinned against her, loving the sounds his wife made. To think such a demure creature could be so naughty. He lave that she saved it only for him. Shifting in between her legs, Ben began to pull her knickers down her legs slowly, tantalizingly, as she sat forward to undo the back of her bra, revealing her breasts for the first time that night. His fingers trailed up and down the curves of her side. "I love you."
His words drew Hannah's unfocused gaze towards his face, a smile blossoming. She tugged one of his hands up and away from her side to her face, kissing the palm before laying it across her heart. "Love you too."
Ben entered her slowly, such a difference from earlier in the night. He cherished the moment as their bodies joined as one. Almost reverently, he brushed hair away from her face and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. Slowly, he began to move, knowing sooner or later they'd be unable to give into their baser desires.
Her body was alight with arousal and Hannah ached to touch that secret spot to bring her closer to the precipice, but knew that it would be that much sweeter, that much deeper, if she allowed him to sweep her along towards orgasm. The blonde had to settle for brushing delicate fingertips along still sensitive nipples before they finally came to rest atop her husband's still muscled back. Her nails dug into tender skin as he hit that certain spot within her that caused stars to shoot across her vision. She moaned.
The wordless sound caught Ben's attention. He was well versed in the sounds Hannah made as she very rarely spoke while they made love. It was something he had learned to accept, just like she had learned how to live with his deep and abiding hatred for Halloween. Until today.
"I know, love," he whispered, changing his angle so that he consciously avoided that certain spot, while still thrusting in full hilt. "Wait for me."
She mewled her response, fingers tightening as the stars failed to shoot. Her hips began to meet his demanding thrusts, urging him closer towards completion. He was always doing this, playing with her, teasing her, urging her just a hair's breadth away from the edge.
"You're going to leave bruises," he whispered through both their bodies.
Once again it took her a moment to focus on his words, she was so distracted by the feeling of his cock within her. "Only fair," she sniffed, the beginnings of a small pout forming. He was forever leaving bruises on her skin in the shape of his fingers, though that tendency had begun to fade as their children grew older.
Ben began to kiss the pout away. She was too cute. "Didn't say it was a bad thing, love," he whispered into her ear.
She ducked her head, coming up to nuzzle into her husband's chest. "Stop observing and fuck me."
He couldn't hide the smirk as she swore. Normally quite responsive and vocal during their lovemaking, he loved it best when her feathers were a bit ruffled and she rose up to meet his challenges. It was always that much sweeter when she fell to pieces around his cock.
Bracing himself on one arm, Ben's free hand traveled down her body, brushing past her breasts and down to the juncture between her legs. As her hips rose to meet a lazy thrust, his thumb ghosted over her clit, making her cry out. On the second pass, her inner muscles greedily pulled him closer. The third time yielded similar results.
With a groan of frustration or arousal or both, Hannah's hips sped up, refusing to wait for Ben any longer. Her breaths turned to pants as her eyes fluttered closed. She neared the edge that she had been kept from for so long as she let out a low keening sound, lost in her own pleasure.
He leaned down and gently bit her bottom lip, his hand coming between their bodies to pinch that secret spot. "No," he growled lowly. "Wait."
Hannah's eyes flew open, narrowing. She arched up to nip at his jawline, tired of waiting. "No," she countered, though her voice was high and breathy with arousal. It didn't quite have the same effect as it normally would. "Now." She gave her own form of a glare, as best she could when she was half driven out of her mind with lust. If he didn't give, she'd take.
Changing the angle slightly, he thrust into her core, satisfied when her heard her fleeting gasp. "Yes." It was always a constant battle of wills between them. It kept things exciting, playful.
He took the moment to watch her writhe below his body. He watched how her plae skin flushed from a combination of physical exertion and arousal. although the stress of passing years and parenthood had written themselves across their bodies, his wife was just as love as she had been the first time he had laid eyes on her. Lovelier, even.
"Ben," she whined, hands fluttering all over his body, searching for a place to hold onto, to cling to as the wave of arousal threatened to overtake her, regardless of his personal wishes. Though, in the end, it really was all his fault. He was the reason she felt this way.
As he slid into her once more, her legs came up to wrap around his torso, drawing him even closer, holding him there as she began to shudder beneath him. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his cock as her breathing became labored and eyes fluttered shut. With a cry wrenched from her lips, Hannah fell apart, clinging to Ben the whole time.
Her orgasm triggered his own. Bowing his head, Ben buried his face against the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent uniquely Hannah as his seed spilled into her.
They stayed like that, locked together in shared embrace, for the next few minutes, relaxing in post coital bliss. Slowly, he slipped out of her and rolled to the side, drawing her close, though he stayed silent. Words weren't needed now, not when they had just finished making love.
She nuzzled into his chest, giving a happy sigh as he pulled a blanket over their bodies. Shifting slightly, Hannah blinked lazily up at her husband. He was still wearing the mask. Crinkling her nose in a sort of half smile, she reached up and pulled it off, smile broadening as the rest of his face was exposed.
"Love you," she whispered in the now quiet calm.
He leaned close, breath hot against the pink shell of her ear. "As you wish."