Fic: The Language of Zoe
Written for the
Vanilla Sex for no Reason Challenge
The Language of Zoe
Author:
Razycrandomgirl
Parings: Wash/Zoe
Characters: Wash, Zoe
Rating: R (for sexual content)
Timeline/Spoilers: None. PWP
Word count: A very short 330
Disclaimer: Pfft yeah right! I wish I came up with sometime so brilliant .
Thanks:
Gimmemypickle for looking at it. Also thanks to
Sarahetc for testing. you are the best. (And, if you want to expand on the idea we talked about, you have my permission. I would really like to see what you come up with.)
The Language of Zoe
Wash's mouth rarely breaks from his wife. He loves the way she tastes, the texture of her skin, her shoulders, neck, collar bone, breasts, nipples. Paying close attention to the parts of her that bring about spasms of ecstasy, he drags his expert tongue along the length of her body. Tickling her belly. His fingers sneak under the soft material of her panties. He pulls the fabric along the sensuous arch of Zoe's long, beautiful legs. Wash kneels before her, nuzzling his cheek to her inner thigh as he rests it upon his shoulder. Zoe's breath catches when his mouth touches her. He moves his hands to her ass and feels her move against him. Her hands are in his hair, pulling and stroking the blond locks. Wash takes this time to enjoy himself. He loves the feel of her against his shoulders and back. The sounds she makes, the way she tastes ... it's all so mind blowing and brilliantly indescribable. All human languages fail him, except the language of her body. In this moment he is fluent . She moves her hips and he knows that she is close. He tastes it. Hears it in her voice But he can't stop, won't, because this is his idea of heaven. In this moment. Inside his wife.
Her heels bush against his back. He slides his fingers from knee to hip, spreading the warmth of his hands over her belly. Their hands come together; laced, folded in private prayer. There are no other concerns in the verse. Just him and her, her build, their release. She's so close now. He knows because of her movement. Her sound. Everything about her makes him dizzy. He's barely aware of his own aching need. His favorite part is coming up. He feels the quiver in her body. He wants to see her face. But not even that's going stop him. He's having too much fun down here.
Vanilla Sex for no Reason Challenge
The Language of Zoe
Author:
Razycrandomgirl
Parings: Wash/Zoe
Characters: Wash, Zoe
Rating: R (for sexual content)
Timeline/Spoilers: None. PWP
Word count: A very short 330
Disclaimer: Pfft yeah right! I wish I came up with sometime so brilliant .
Thanks:
Gimmemypickle for looking at it. Also thanks to
Sarahetc for testing. you are the best. (And, if you want to expand on the idea we talked about, you have my permission. I would really like to see what you come up with.)
The Language of Zoe
Wash's mouth rarely breaks from his wife. He loves the way she tastes, the texture of her skin, her shoulders, neck, collar bone, breasts, nipples. Paying close attention to the parts of her that bring about spasms of ecstasy, he drags his expert tongue along the length of her body. Tickling her belly. His fingers sneak under the soft material of her panties. He pulls the fabric along the sensuous arch of Zoe's long, beautiful legs. Wash kneels before her, nuzzling his cheek to her inner thigh as he rests it upon his shoulder. Zoe's breath catches when his mouth touches her. He moves his hands to her ass and feels her move against him. Her hands are in his hair, pulling and stroking the blond locks. Wash takes this time to enjoy himself. He loves the feel of her against his shoulders and back. The sounds she makes, the way she tastes ... it's all so mind blowing and brilliantly indescribable. All human languages fail him, except the language of her body. In this moment he is fluent . She moves her hips and he knows that she is close. He tastes it. Hears it in her voice But he can't stop, won't, because this is his idea of heaven. In this moment. Inside his wife.
Her heels bush against his back. He slides his fingers from knee to hip, spreading the warmth of his hands over her belly. Their hands come together; laced, folded in private prayer. There are no other concerns in the verse. Just him and her, her build, their release. She's so close now. He knows because of her movement. Her sound. Everything about her makes him dizzy. He's barely aware of his own aching need. His favorite part is coming up. He feels the quiver in her body. He wants to see her face. But not even that's going stop him. He's having too much fun down here.