Carob #24, Vanilla Custard #27, Gingerbread #27, with Nuts, Peaches, and Malt - All My Loving
Author: askingxalice
Title: All My Loving
Summary: Angie’s enlistment is over. Of course, she and Rayne celebrate with sex.
Story: Phase
Timeline: January 2009 - Butterfly Effect AU - Angie and Rayne are 22.
Challenge: Carob #24 (selfishness), Vanilla Custard #20 (All tangled up with you and trying to catch my breath. - A Feelin’ Like That by Gary Allan), Gingerbread #27 (slow and steady wins the race)
Toppings/Extras: Chopped Nuts, Fresh Peaches (It's especially important for you to think before you act), Malt (Summer Challenge 2010 - "you might need me more than you think you will.")
Word Count: 2,046
Rating: NC-17
Rayne was certain that her eyes had just rolled back into her head. Arching her back as she scraped fingernails over Angie’s scalp and neck, she didn’t even bother trying to stop a heady moan as Angie’s mouth found her nipple through her bra. Her shirt was somewhere on the floor, and Rayne wasn’t even sure if the bedroom door was shut. To be quite honest, she didn’t even know if the front door was shut. All she knew was that her Marine was home, and she needed to get laid.
She was brought back to more important matters when a hand tangled in her hair, and Angie scraped teeth along her jawline.
“Am I boring you?” Angie murmured, voice low and like silk.
Rayne couldn’t vocally answer. She had to settle for wrapping her jean clad legs around Angie’s waist and grinding up against her. It was answer enough. Angie’s mouth found her breast again, and Rayne sank back into the bed in blissful defeat. Rough and calloused hands were brought up, cupping each breast, Angie’s thumbs seeking out her nipples through the bra, stroking, kneading… before she suddenly stopped. Rayne’s eyes immediately opened in mute protest.
“I’m doing this wrong.”
It took a moment for her vocal chords to work. “No,” Rayne gasped, looking down to catch Angie’s gaze with her own. “No, I can promise you, you certainly are not.”
Angie’s eyes narrowed into slits, before she shook her head and sat up. Rayne mourned the loss of her touch as soon as she did. “Angie...”
“I’m not going back. My enlistment is up, and unless the Reserves need me for anything, I’m not leaving. No counting down minutes, no crossing off days. You’re stuck with me now, and... we didn’t make it this far for instant gratification.”
“Angie, if you leave me like this, I swear to God.”
She was reassured with a grin that could only be called devilishly handsome. “Oh, babe. You let me worry about that,” Angie replied, voice dropping into the tone that made Rayne’s stomach clinch with desire. Before she could act on it, Angie was rolling away from her, towards the edge of the bed.
“Angie!”
Kneeling by the bed now, Angie worked on the laces of Rayne’s boots, setting them carefully on the floor one after the other. “Tell me, love. Do you know the meaning of thorough?” She asked, working on her socks next. “I mean, really know it?”
Slowly, Angie ran a rough fingertip down the sole of Rayne’s foot. There was a sharp intake of breath before she answered. “No. Tell me.”
“It means to do something without negligence, or forgetting anything.” Angie paused, placing a kiss against the sole of her foot, then the other, then both ankles. “Something complete. Something perfect.” Slowly, she flicked her tongue over Rayne’s toes before closing her mouth over one. Rayne gasped in surprise at the flash of heat that ran up her legs. “It means having full command over a situation,” She finished, voice sultry as she crawled back up the bed and reached for the button of Rayne’s jeans. “And tonight... is going to be a very thorough night.”
Other than clenching a hand in the bed sheets, Rayne stayed still and willed her shaky breathing to return back to normal. She felt Angie’s fingers brush the skin above her jeans, and shivered as the zipper was lowered. Her hands deftly avoided touching more skin than necessary, and Rayne had to literally bite her tongue to keep herself from begging for any sort of significant touch, for Angie to cup her between her thighs and press the heel of her palm against the delicious ache that was there.
Gently, Angie tugged on the waistband of Rayne’s pants, sliding a hand around to her lower back and lifting her up. The touch sent sparks up Rayne’s spine, and the jeans slid down to her knees with a slowness that was agonizing on skin that was already sensitized. Rayne tried to sit up, desperate hands reaching to pull Angie to her, but a warm hand on her stomach lightly pushed her back down on the bed. A lift of her feet and the jeans were slid past her knees, her ankles, and falling on the floor.
Lifting a leg, Rayne tried to wrap it around her Angie’s waist to pull her closer. “Angie, please...”
“Shhhh....” Placing a hand on each of her ankles, Angie slid her palms up Rayne’s calves, fingers lightly massaging muscles that tensed and relaxed with her touch. Lips pressed against the curve of her ankles, barely brushed against the back of her knees, and above her, Angie heard Rayne let out a sigh and a whimper. Her touch grew heavier as she glided her hands over her thighs, and Rayne let out a sound that was somewhere between a purr and a moan, arching into the touch. Teasingly, her thumbs lightly skirted over the crotch of her underwear, feeling heat and dampness that made her head spin, before Angie remembered exactly what she was doing. Her hands were trembling as they moved to Rayne’s hips to push them back against the mattress.
At her desperate whimper, Angie paused and gave a rough chuckle. “All in good time, love.” Climbing further up the bed, Angie began placing warm, open mouthed kisses against Rayne’s stomach, hands sliding up her sides. Underneath her, Rayne squirmed and gasped for breath, lust and arousal causing her blood to burn. As she dipped the tip of her tongue into her bellybutton, Rayne’s stomach tightened and she felt desire shoot up her spine. Against her skin, she felt Angie smile.
Her lips stayed on her stomach as her hands slid higher along her ribs, and Rayne’s breath hitched in her throat as Angie’s thumbs brushed against the bottom swell of her breasts. Immediately, her nipples hardened and her back bowed in anticipation of her hands back on her breasts. It never came. Instead, her hands maddeningly skimmed past, teasing sparks shooting through Rayne’s nerves at every touch, to grab onto her shoulders. She could have screamed if Angie hadn’t taken that moment to kiss her.
She leaned into the kiss, trying to deepen it, but Angie kept just out of her reach. Their lips brushed over each other, tantalizing and electric and tender all at once. Angie pulled back for a moment, eyes sparkling in amusement, before she pressed her lips against her neck, fingers trailing down Rayne’s arm. Letting out an anguished groan at the teasing, Rayne never the less rolled her head back to give Angie greater access, the butterfly light touches on her skin leaving burning trails in their wake. Angie barely caressed the curve of her elbow, the skin of her forearm, before she grasped her hand and ran a rough fingertip over the sensitive skin of her palm. Rayne whimpered, a small plead for something more, and Angie stilled her movements with a groan. They lay there for a few moments, both of them panting in the dark room, before Angie moved again. Pulling away and sitting up, Angie intertwined their fingers before she brought her hand to her mouth.
“I told you,” she murmured against her wrist, the words more sensation than noise against her skin. “Thorough.” Her tongue darted out to lick a rough path over Rayne’s wrist, and she shivered. Slowly, she traced the outline of Rayne’s hand with her lips and tongue, ignoring her whimpers and soft pleads, until she drew the tip of her forefinger into her mouth and sucked softly. Rayne’s gasp became a piteous moan as Angie sucked another finger past her lips, and she twisted on the bed underneath her.
Finally, Angie took mercy on her and pressed a knee snugly between her legs. Rayne wasted no time in arching her hips and rubbing against her, any moan that might have escaped muffled as Angie kissed her again. Fire burned through her veins, and Rayne moved her hips faster, desperate for any touch that wasn’t meant to drive her insane with want. She could have sobbed when Angie moved her knee away, before she deepened the kiss to something more. This kiss was rougher, harder, and Rayne tugged at Angie’s shirt and pants once they pulled apart. “Clothes off. Now.”
The smartass grin that Angie shot her was all Rayne needed to know that her torture wasn’t over quite yet. “You first,” Angie purred before she captured Rayne’s lips again, snaking a hand under her to unclasp her bra and slide it off in one fluid motion. Her lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, open mouthed and all lips and teeth and tongue. When she closed her mouth over one nipple, roughly running her thumb over the other, Rayne let out a cry that was more primal pleasure than anything else.
Writhing underneath her as Angie teased her with gentle bites and hard pinches, Rayne scratched her nails over her back and head. After a moment, she was able to free her legs and wrap them around Angie’s waist, grinding against her with everything she had. Pleasure shot through every cell in her body, causing her toes to curl and her mouth to drop open in a deep moan that ended in a strangled string of pleasured curses and pleading. When Angie lifted her head, Rayne again pulled at her clothes and begged, and Angie finally relented. Pulling away from her, Angie stood at the foot of the bed and stripped, until she was nothing more than tan skin, and masculine body, and lean muscle.
Rayne thought she would never see anything as beautiful as her. Still, when Angie started to crawl back up the bed, she pushed herself away from her, wary. “No more teasing?” She asked, hating the desperate tone her voice carried.
Angie grabbed Rayne’s ankle to pull her down towards the foot of the bed, and closer to her. Hooking her fingers around the waistband of her underwear, Angie pulled them off in one fluid motion and letting them drop to the floor. “No, love,” She murmured, sliding her leg over her shoulder. Rayne sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as Angie placed a kiss against her inner thigh. “No more teasing.”
With that, she turned her head to press her lips against Rayne in a kiss, unable to stop a shiver from running down her spine at the amount of slick heat that she found. “God...” It came out as little more than a shaky gasp before Angie grabbed onto her hips to hold her down and keep her in place, before her tongue went to work.
Above her, Rayne nearly screamed. Her legs tensed and bent at the knee, toes curling into the sheets as she desperately tried to push her hips up against Angie’s mouth. Fingernails scraped over Angie’s scalp and neck and shoulders, raising welts and drawing blood, and Angie only moaned and redoubled her efforts. Rayne almost sobbed with pleasure, babbling nonsense and begging her not to stop as heat and pleasure knotted in her stomach. It pulled tighter, and tighter, and tighter as Angie’s tongue thrust in and out of her with abandon, until Rayne came hard enough to shake the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
She didn’t have a chance to recover. Angie didn’t stop, and Rayne could only writhe as waves of pleasure overloaded her again, and again, and again until she was little more than a trembling, whimpering mess. Eventually, Angie relented and slowly crawled up the bed, placing gentle kisses against Rayne’s stomach and breasts, causing her to let out soft moans. Their lips met in a tender and slow kiss, and Rayne tasted herself on Angie’s tongue. She shuddered, the motion traveling up her spine to her shoulders, and back down to her toes.
Rolling off of Rayne to rest beside her, Angie smiled as she raised a hand to brush Rayne’s hair away from sweat slicked skin. “Thorough enough for you?”
Somehow, Rayne managed to focus enough to give a lazy, lopsided smile. “You’re such an egotistical ass.”
“Yeah,” Angie agreed, leaning forward to kiss her one more time. “But I’m your egotistical ass.”
Title: All My Loving
Summary: Angie’s enlistment is over. Of course, she and Rayne celebrate with sex.
Story: Phase
Timeline: January 2009 - Butterfly Effect AU - Angie and Rayne are 22.
Challenge: Carob #24 (selfishness), Vanilla Custard #20 (All tangled up with you and trying to catch my breath. - A Feelin’ Like That by Gary Allan), Gingerbread #27 (slow and steady wins the race)
Toppings/Extras: Chopped Nuts, Fresh Peaches (It's especially important for you to think before you act), Malt (Summer Challenge 2010 - "you might need me more than you think you will.")
Word Count: 2,046
Rating: NC-17
Rayne was certain that her eyes had just rolled back into her head. Arching her back as she scraped fingernails over Angie’s scalp and neck, she didn’t even bother trying to stop a heady moan as Angie’s mouth found her nipple through her bra. Her shirt was somewhere on the floor, and Rayne wasn’t even sure if the bedroom door was shut. To be quite honest, she didn’t even know if the front door was shut. All she knew was that her Marine was home, and she needed to get laid.
She was brought back to more important matters when a hand tangled in her hair, and Angie scraped teeth along her jawline.
“Am I boring you?” Angie murmured, voice low and like silk.
Rayne couldn’t vocally answer. She had to settle for wrapping her jean clad legs around Angie’s waist and grinding up against her. It was answer enough. Angie’s mouth found her breast again, and Rayne sank back into the bed in blissful defeat. Rough and calloused hands were brought up, cupping each breast, Angie’s thumbs seeking out her nipples through the bra, stroking, kneading… before she suddenly stopped. Rayne’s eyes immediately opened in mute protest.
“I’m doing this wrong.”
It took a moment for her vocal chords to work. “No,” Rayne gasped, looking down to catch Angie’s gaze with her own. “No, I can promise you, you certainly are not.”
Angie’s eyes narrowed into slits, before she shook her head and sat up. Rayne mourned the loss of her touch as soon as she did. “Angie...”
“I’m not going back. My enlistment is up, and unless the Reserves need me for anything, I’m not leaving. No counting down minutes, no crossing off days. You’re stuck with me now, and... we didn’t make it this far for instant gratification.”
“Angie, if you leave me like this, I swear to God.”
She was reassured with a grin that could only be called devilishly handsome. “Oh, babe. You let me worry about that,” Angie replied, voice dropping into the tone that made Rayne’s stomach clinch with desire. Before she could act on it, Angie was rolling away from her, towards the edge of the bed.
“Angie!”
Kneeling by the bed now, Angie worked on the laces of Rayne’s boots, setting them carefully on the floor one after the other. “Tell me, love. Do you know the meaning of thorough?” She asked, working on her socks next. “I mean, really know it?”
Slowly, Angie ran a rough fingertip down the sole of Rayne’s foot. There was a sharp intake of breath before she answered. “No. Tell me.”
“It means to do something without negligence, or forgetting anything.” Angie paused, placing a kiss against the sole of her foot, then the other, then both ankles. “Something complete. Something perfect.” Slowly, she flicked her tongue over Rayne’s toes before closing her mouth over one. Rayne gasped in surprise at the flash of heat that ran up her legs. “It means having full command over a situation,” She finished, voice sultry as she crawled back up the bed and reached for the button of Rayne’s jeans. “And tonight... is going to be a very thorough night.”
Other than clenching a hand in the bed sheets, Rayne stayed still and willed her shaky breathing to return back to normal. She felt Angie’s fingers brush the skin above her jeans, and shivered as the zipper was lowered. Her hands deftly avoided touching more skin than necessary, and Rayne had to literally bite her tongue to keep herself from begging for any sort of significant touch, for Angie to cup her between her thighs and press the heel of her palm against the delicious ache that was there.
Gently, Angie tugged on the waistband of Rayne’s pants, sliding a hand around to her lower back and lifting her up. The touch sent sparks up Rayne’s spine, and the jeans slid down to her knees with a slowness that was agonizing on skin that was already sensitized. Rayne tried to sit up, desperate hands reaching to pull Angie to her, but a warm hand on her stomach lightly pushed her back down on the bed. A lift of her feet and the jeans were slid past her knees, her ankles, and falling on the floor.
Lifting a leg, Rayne tried to wrap it around her Angie’s waist to pull her closer. “Angie, please...”
“Shhhh....” Placing a hand on each of her ankles, Angie slid her palms up Rayne’s calves, fingers lightly massaging muscles that tensed and relaxed with her touch. Lips pressed against the curve of her ankles, barely brushed against the back of her knees, and above her, Angie heard Rayne let out a sigh and a whimper. Her touch grew heavier as she glided her hands over her thighs, and Rayne let out a sound that was somewhere between a purr and a moan, arching into the touch. Teasingly, her thumbs lightly skirted over the crotch of her underwear, feeling heat and dampness that made her head spin, before Angie remembered exactly what she was doing. Her hands were trembling as they moved to Rayne’s hips to push them back against the mattress.
At her desperate whimper, Angie paused and gave a rough chuckle. “All in good time, love.” Climbing further up the bed, Angie began placing warm, open mouthed kisses against Rayne’s stomach, hands sliding up her sides. Underneath her, Rayne squirmed and gasped for breath, lust and arousal causing her blood to burn. As she dipped the tip of her tongue into her bellybutton, Rayne’s stomach tightened and she felt desire shoot up her spine. Against her skin, she felt Angie smile.
Her lips stayed on her stomach as her hands slid higher along her ribs, and Rayne’s breath hitched in her throat as Angie’s thumbs brushed against the bottom swell of her breasts. Immediately, her nipples hardened and her back bowed in anticipation of her hands back on her breasts. It never came. Instead, her hands maddeningly skimmed past, teasing sparks shooting through Rayne’s nerves at every touch, to grab onto her shoulders. She could have screamed if Angie hadn’t taken that moment to kiss her.
She leaned into the kiss, trying to deepen it, but Angie kept just out of her reach. Their lips brushed over each other, tantalizing and electric and tender all at once. Angie pulled back for a moment, eyes sparkling in amusement, before she pressed her lips against her neck, fingers trailing down Rayne’s arm. Letting out an anguished groan at the teasing, Rayne never the less rolled her head back to give Angie greater access, the butterfly light touches on her skin leaving burning trails in their wake. Angie barely caressed the curve of her elbow, the skin of her forearm, before she grasped her hand and ran a rough fingertip over the sensitive skin of her palm. Rayne whimpered, a small plead for something more, and Angie stilled her movements with a groan. They lay there for a few moments, both of them panting in the dark room, before Angie moved again. Pulling away and sitting up, Angie intertwined their fingers before she brought her hand to her mouth.
“I told you,” she murmured against her wrist, the words more sensation than noise against her skin. “Thorough.” Her tongue darted out to lick a rough path over Rayne’s wrist, and she shivered. Slowly, she traced the outline of Rayne’s hand with her lips and tongue, ignoring her whimpers and soft pleads, until she drew the tip of her forefinger into her mouth and sucked softly. Rayne’s gasp became a piteous moan as Angie sucked another finger past her lips, and she twisted on the bed underneath her.
Finally, Angie took mercy on her and pressed a knee snugly between her legs. Rayne wasted no time in arching her hips and rubbing against her, any moan that might have escaped muffled as Angie kissed her again. Fire burned through her veins, and Rayne moved her hips faster, desperate for any touch that wasn’t meant to drive her insane with want. She could have sobbed when Angie moved her knee away, before she deepened the kiss to something more. This kiss was rougher, harder, and Rayne tugged at Angie’s shirt and pants once they pulled apart. “Clothes off. Now.”
The smartass grin that Angie shot her was all Rayne needed to know that her torture wasn’t over quite yet. “You first,” Angie purred before she captured Rayne’s lips again, snaking a hand under her to unclasp her bra and slide it off in one fluid motion. Her lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, open mouthed and all lips and teeth and tongue. When she closed her mouth over one nipple, roughly running her thumb over the other, Rayne let out a cry that was more primal pleasure than anything else.
Writhing underneath her as Angie teased her with gentle bites and hard pinches, Rayne scratched her nails over her back and head. After a moment, she was able to free her legs and wrap them around Angie’s waist, grinding against her with everything she had. Pleasure shot through every cell in her body, causing her toes to curl and her mouth to drop open in a deep moan that ended in a strangled string of pleasured curses and pleading. When Angie lifted her head, Rayne again pulled at her clothes and begged, and Angie finally relented. Pulling away from her, Angie stood at the foot of the bed and stripped, until she was nothing more than tan skin, and masculine body, and lean muscle.
Rayne thought she would never see anything as beautiful as her. Still, when Angie started to crawl back up the bed, she pushed herself away from her, wary. “No more teasing?” She asked, hating the desperate tone her voice carried.
Angie grabbed Rayne’s ankle to pull her down towards the foot of the bed, and closer to her. Hooking her fingers around the waistband of her underwear, Angie pulled them off in one fluid motion and letting them drop to the floor. “No, love,” She murmured, sliding her leg over her shoulder. Rayne sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as Angie placed a kiss against her inner thigh. “No more teasing.”
With that, she turned her head to press her lips against Rayne in a kiss, unable to stop a shiver from running down her spine at the amount of slick heat that she found. “God...” It came out as little more than a shaky gasp before Angie grabbed onto her hips to hold her down and keep her in place, before her tongue went to work.
Above her, Rayne nearly screamed. Her legs tensed and bent at the knee, toes curling into the sheets as she desperately tried to push her hips up against Angie’s mouth. Fingernails scraped over Angie’s scalp and neck and shoulders, raising welts and drawing blood, and Angie only moaned and redoubled her efforts. Rayne almost sobbed with pleasure, babbling nonsense and begging her not to stop as heat and pleasure knotted in her stomach. It pulled tighter, and tighter, and tighter as Angie’s tongue thrust in and out of her with abandon, until Rayne came hard enough to shake the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
She didn’t have a chance to recover. Angie didn’t stop, and Rayne could only writhe as waves of pleasure overloaded her again, and again, and again until she was little more than a trembling, whimpering mess. Eventually, Angie relented and slowly crawled up the bed, placing gentle kisses against Rayne’s stomach and breasts, causing her to let out soft moans. Their lips met in a tender and slow kiss, and Rayne tasted herself on Angie’s tongue. She shuddered, the motion traveling up her spine to her shoulders, and back down to her toes.
Rolling off of Rayne to rest beside her, Angie smiled as she raised a hand to brush Rayne’s hair away from sweat slicked skin. “Thorough enough for you?”
Somehow, Rayne managed to focus enough to give a lazy, lopsided smile. “You’re such an egotistical ass.”
“Yeah,” Angie agreed, leaning forward to kiss her one more time. “But I’m your egotistical ass.”