SJA Fic: Vow of Silence
Title: Vow of Silence
Author: paranoidangel
Rating: R
Beta: hhertzof
Spoilers: SJA pilot
Summary: Harry tries more creative ways of keeping Sarah quiet. Sarry/Harry PWP.
Notes: This is a follow-up to Gagging Order but you don't have to have read that to understand this one.
"Sorry," Sarah said, when she opened the door. "Maria had flu, so Luke has to stay here."
Harry kissed her on the cheek in greeting. "Don't worry, I have a contingency plan."
She raised her eyebrows but he refused to elaborate.
They were doing this properly this time, so they had dinner first. The rest of the evening was spent with Harry teaching Luke various card games, all of which he turned out to be rather good at, beginner's luck notwithstanding.
After Luke had gone to bed, Sarah took the chance to quiz Harry. "So what is it?"
He did not pause in clearing up the cards. "What?"
"This great plan of yours."
He put the cards back in their box and grinned at her. "Guess."
She sighed. "The shower?"
He shook his head. "I don't think the acoustics in there will really help."
She grinned, remembering when they had tried that once and discovered it was not going to be a repeatable event, given the sensation that had caused. "Um, somewhere away from Luke's room. Outside in the garden?"
"And make your neighbours think I'm killing you?"
"Oh, yes, bad idea." And Luke would probably still be able to hear as well. "I give up, what is it?"
"This." He pulled a length of dark blue cloth from his pocket as he came over to where she sat on the sofa.
She frowned. "What is it?" On closer inspection it looked distinctly like a handkerchief.
"A gag."
She blinked, not quite believing that Harry of all people was suggesting this. "You want me to wear that?"
"Do you want sex or not?"
"Well, yes, but..." After all, how long had it been since he was last here?
"Until you can learn to be quiet, or Luke has left home, it's that or nothing."
She sighed. "When I adopted him I never thought what a dampener he would put on my sex life."
"Oh, I didn't say you won't enjoy it." He grinned at her.
She raised her eyebrows. "Harry, what do you have planned?"
He grinned, leaned forwards and kissed her slowly, which she had been wanting to do the whole evening, but she had not dare initiate anything for fear Luke would see. When they parted, she saw he had pulled another length of cloth, this time a red piece, from the other pocket, although he looked a little shy about it.
"What's that one for?"
He demonstrated by tying it round her eyes.
She let him do it, then tugged up a part of it and gave him a look with one eye.
"Trust me," he said.
She hesitated for a moment but reminded herself this was Harry and he would never do anything to hurt her. So she smiled at him. It was just that it was unusual for him to take charge like this. At least, it was unusual now that they had both discovered it went much better if he just did what she said. Well, mostly.
He stood and held out his hand. "Put your blindfold back down."
She did as he asked, put her hand in his, and let him lead her upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, he kissed her again, then stopped to put the gag on, just as she was enjoying herself. She stood there and let him, though. It felt strange, letting him take control, but not so strange she did not like it. Not being able to see, she had no way of telling what he was doing, or what he would do next, and she could not ask him either. She could take the blindfold off quite easily if she wanted but that would not be in keeping with the spirit of it.
Next thing she felt was his hands on her as he divested her of her clothes. She smiled as he fumbled a little with the buttons on her shirt, since they were star-shaped, so did not undo easily. She had worn it specially for this purpose.
"If you're not careful," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I may just rip this off."
She shook her head, and he must have had his in just the wrong place because her head hit his and he said, "Ow."
She could not apologise, so instead she reached out her hands, found the front of his shirt and started undoing it. As she did so, she ran her fingers across his skin, but before she got further than a couple of buttons he danced out of her grasp. The sound she made in protest was muffled by the gag. Which at least proved it was doing its job.
When she heard him moving about, she stood still, not wanting to hit him accidentally again. Behind her now, he pulled her shirt from her shoulders and applied his mouth to her neck as he undid her jeans buttons. She tilted her head to expose more neck - at least certain that this time she was moving her head in the opposite direction to where his was.
She moaned as his lips reached her shoulder, but if he heard it, it would only be because his ear was so close to her mouth. When his hands brushed across her back to undo her bra he had to stop doing anything else to take it off her. Since her jeans were round her ankles by this point, she took the opportunity to step out of them. Unfortunately, she tripped, but Harry caught her before she could hit either the floor or something else on the way down.
She giggled through the gag and she heard him laugh too.
"Perhaps this was a bad idea," he said.
She shook her head. She could have removed the gag to tell him she wanted him to carry on, but that seemed against the spirit of the occasion. Besides, he would know what she meant because she kept it on. Which he clearly did, because he picked her up and settled her on the bed.
"Sit here," he said, and brushed his lips against her cheek. Then he took her socks off, running his hands down her legs and around her feet, before tickling the soles.
She laughed and hit him where she thought his shoulder was. She certainly connected with some part of him and he stopped. After that she could hear clothes rustling noises, so she thought she might as well take her knickers off while she waited.
"Hey, I was looking forward to that." His voice told her he was getting closer to her.
She tried to smile but the gag made that difficult. The bed dipped, then she felt the heat from him as he leaned over her. One of his legs pressed against hers, and since she only felt hair and skin she guessed he was naked as well now.
Trusting him to follow, she wriggled up the bed so she was lying fully on it, content to let him have his way with her for now. He was not far behind her, running his fingers in decreasing circles around one breast before retracing the same path with his lips. Now she was definitely glad of the gag because not being able to see meant she could more fully concentrate on the sensation. One hand found his head and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him as she moaned softly, glad that she did not have to temper her volume too much.
After giving the other breast equal treatment he kissed down her stomach, following with his fingers. After giving her belly button some attention he stopped suddenly and when she reached out she felt nothing. It was now that she had nothing else to concentrate on that she realised just how uncomfortable the gag was getting. She grimaced around it but her mind was soon distracted when she discovered he seemed determined to kiss every inch of skin on her legs.
Moving one leg to encourage him to get on and go further up, she found that she could use one foot to brush along whichever part of him she could reach. He stopped her, though, by holding on tight to both ankles while he carried on. Since that meant he had less of a good angle the higher he got, she stopped fighting him and his grip soon loosened.
He stopped short of where she really wanted his mouth to be, though, and she groaned. He ignored her and instead ran a hand around her hip. She was aware of how much her legs tingled, but also of how much the gag was digging into the sides of her mouth. As he moved his body back up hers, she put one leg around him and felt him hard against her.
All she could think about by now though, was the feel of the gag. Her mouth was dry and she coughed, but having an equally dry piece of cloth in there did not help and once she started coughing she could not stop. She sat up and felt Harry's fingers at the back of her head, undoing the gag.
Once it was off she immediately felt much better and gulped in great lungfuls of air as she used the other hand to tug the blindfold off and over her head. Harry sat next to her, looking concerned and holding out the glass of water that she had left on her bedside table earlier, knowing it would not be something she thought of when going to bed.
"Thanks," she said, and took a few sips to wet her mouth and throat.
"I'm sorry. I should have never had tried that."
She shook her head. "I could have taken it off any time I liked and I didn't. I was enjoying myself." It was such a good feeling to have him give her all his attention, and for her not to feel the need to compete to reciprocate. She sighed and passed him the glass back. "Has killed the mood a little, though."
He turned back to her after placing the glass back down. "Has it?"
She looked down and grinned. Obviously, it was only her mood she had killed. "I know why you became a doctor," she said, leaning forward, and pushing him back against the pillows. "You get off on ill people, don't you?" She pressed her lips to his and kissed him the way she had been wanting to all the time she'd had the gag on and could not.
He threaded one hand into her hair and continued playing with it when she pulled back, wrapping strands of it round his fingers. "That's it exactly," he said, with a grin.
She smiled back and kissed him again, this time running her hand down his chest until it reached his cock. He moaned into her mouth and moved his hand to the back of her head as she grasped it firmly. Her coughing fit had certainly had not affected him that much, as it only took a few good strokes before he came over her hand. She smiled at him as she lay back down and let him wipe her hand with a tissue, before he wiped himself.
"The trouble is," he said, "that I've let you be loud too long. Now I'll have to just teach you to be quiet."
"You wouldn't like me that way."
"Oh no?" He raised his eyebrows. "How would I know, as I've never seen it."
"And where did you learn to be so quiet?" He had barely made a sound, as usual.
He grinned at her. "You wouldn't want to know."
"Oh, but I do."
"You don't."
"I do." She propped herself up on one arm to run her fingers over her chest.
"And you don't get me that way either."
"I usually do."
"Hmph." But he pulled her on top of him. "Are you ready for your first lesson? It seems only fair after all."
It had been long enough that she had forgotten the feel of the gag. She smiled at him. "I'm ready." She kissed him as he ran one hand down her back to press her closer to him. "So how many lessons do you think I'll need?" she whispered into his ear, before giving it a lick.
"Oh, many, I'm sure. Now, if you make a noise, I'll stop."
She frowned and was going to ask what it was he would stop doing, but then she felt his hand in the one place he had not touched all night. She pressed her lips together in an effort not to make a sound, but soon found she was putting all her concentration into that, so his efforts were not having much of an effect. "No," she said. "This isn't working, I can't do it."
He looked guiltily at her, so she said, "It's not your fault," but that did not change his expression. She did not mind if they just stopped now and went to sleep, but she knew he would think that he had not done his duty, or such like, if she had not actually had an orgasm.
She sighed, then stretched over to where she had discarded the blindfold on the other side of the bed. "This was a good idea." Pulling it back over her head she got it mostly in the right place before she lay down on her back next to him. "Now you can do whatever you like."
There was a pause for a moment where she struggled to hear anything, then his hand was back where it had been before. She gasped because although she had been expecting it, he had done it suddenly with no warning. It was slightly easier to keep quiet now that she only had two things to focus on, although she did not think she could do it for long.
He must have read her mind because there was hardly a gap between him stopping and replacing his fingers with his tongue. She bit on her finger, in an effort not to cry out at the feeling, and her other hand reached desperately for something to hold on to. It found Harry's hand, and she wrapped her fingers round his wet ones.
She could not help but wriggle, so his other hand pressed on her hip in a futile effort to keep her still. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was not long before she had to stuff her fist in her mouth. He stopped then, which was just as well because she did not think she could cope with him carrying on while she came. He pulled on her wrist and replaced her hand it with his mouth and tongue, and she was distracted from screaming by the taste.
"That works," she said, breathlessly afterwards, while he reached around her head to pull the blindfold off.
"I'll have to think of a contingency plan for my contingency plan." He undid the knots, folded both the handkerchiefs up and placed them neatly on the bedside table.
"I thought you were going to teach me how to be quiet." She shifted closer to him and he put his arm around her, running his fingers across her shoulder.
He grinned at her. "That assumes I want you to be quiet."
She leant over to kiss him and smiled against his mouth. There was something to be said for having Luke in the house: he certainly made things interesting.
Author: paranoidangel
Rating: R
Beta: hhertzof
Spoilers: SJA pilot
Summary: Harry tries more creative ways of keeping Sarah quiet. Sarry/Harry PWP.
Notes: This is a follow-up to Gagging Order but you don't have to have read that to understand this one.
"Sorry," Sarah said, when she opened the door. "Maria had flu, so Luke has to stay here."
Harry kissed her on the cheek in greeting. "Don't worry, I have a contingency plan."
She raised her eyebrows but he refused to elaborate.
They were doing this properly this time, so they had dinner first. The rest of the evening was spent with Harry teaching Luke various card games, all of which he turned out to be rather good at, beginner's luck notwithstanding.
After Luke had gone to bed, Sarah took the chance to quiz Harry. "So what is it?"
He did not pause in clearing up the cards. "What?"
"This great plan of yours."
He put the cards back in their box and grinned at her. "Guess."
She sighed. "The shower?"
He shook his head. "I don't think the acoustics in there will really help."
She grinned, remembering when they had tried that once and discovered it was not going to be a repeatable event, given the sensation that had caused. "Um, somewhere away from Luke's room. Outside in the garden?"
"And make your neighbours think I'm killing you?"
"Oh, yes, bad idea." And Luke would probably still be able to hear as well. "I give up, what is it?"
"This." He pulled a length of dark blue cloth from his pocket as he came over to where she sat on the sofa.
She frowned. "What is it?" On closer inspection it looked distinctly like a handkerchief.
"A gag."
She blinked, not quite believing that Harry of all people was suggesting this. "You want me to wear that?"
"Do you want sex or not?"
"Well, yes, but..." After all, how long had it been since he was last here?
"Until you can learn to be quiet, or Luke has left home, it's that or nothing."
She sighed. "When I adopted him I never thought what a dampener he would put on my sex life."
"Oh, I didn't say you won't enjoy it." He grinned at her.
She raised her eyebrows. "Harry, what do you have planned?"
He grinned, leaned forwards and kissed her slowly, which she had been wanting to do the whole evening, but she had not dare initiate anything for fear Luke would see. When they parted, she saw he had pulled another length of cloth, this time a red piece, from the other pocket, although he looked a little shy about it.
"What's that one for?"
He demonstrated by tying it round her eyes.
She let him do it, then tugged up a part of it and gave him a look with one eye.
"Trust me," he said.
She hesitated for a moment but reminded herself this was Harry and he would never do anything to hurt her. So she smiled at him. It was just that it was unusual for him to take charge like this. At least, it was unusual now that they had both discovered it went much better if he just did what she said. Well, mostly.
He stood and held out his hand. "Put your blindfold back down."
She did as he asked, put her hand in his, and let him lead her upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, he kissed her again, then stopped to put the gag on, just as she was enjoying herself. She stood there and let him, though. It felt strange, letting him take control, but not so strange she did not like it. Not being able to see, she had no way of telling what he was doing, or what he would do next, and she could not ask him either. She could take the blindfold off quite easily if she wanted but that would not be in keeping with the spirit of it.
Next thing she felt was his hands on her as he divested her of her clothes. She smiled as he fumbled a little with the buttons on her shirt, since they were star-shaped, so did not undo easily. She had worn it specially for this purpose.
"If you're not careful," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I may just rip this off."
She shook her head, and he must have had his in just the wrong place because her head hit his and he said, "Ow."
She could not apologise, so instead she reached out her hands, found the front of his shirt and started undoing it. As she did so, she ran her fingers across his skin, but before she got further than a couple of buttons he danced out of her grasp. The sound she made in protest was muffled by the gag. Which at least proved it was doing its job.
When she heard him moving about, she stood still, not wanting to hit him accidentally again. Behind her now, he pulled her shirt from her shoulders and applied his mouth to her neck as he undid her jeans buttons. She tilted her head to expose more neck - at least certain that this time she was moving her head in the opposite direction to where his was.
She moaned as his lips reached her shoulder, but if he heard it, it would only be because his ear was so close to her mouth. When his hands brushed across her back to undo her bra he had to stop doing anything else to take it off her. Since her jeans were round her ankles by this point, she took the opportunity to step out of them. Unfortunately, she tripped, but Harry caught her before she could hit either the floor or something else on the way down.
She giggled through the gag and she heard him laugh too.
"Perhaps this was a bad idea," he said.
She shook her head. She could have removed the gag to tell him she wanted him to carry on, but that seemed against the spirit of the occasion. Besides, he would know what she meant because she kept it on. Which he clearly did, because he picked her up and settled her on the bed.
"Sit here," he said, and brushed his lips against her cheek. Then he took her socks off, running his hands down her legs and around her feet, before tickling the soles.
She laughed and hit him where she thought his shoulder was. She certainly connected with some part of him and he stopped. After that she could hear clothes rustling noises, so she thought she might as well take her knickers off while she waited.
"Hey, I was looking forward to that." His voice told her he was getting closer to her.
She tried to smile but the gag made that difficult. The bed dipped, then she felt the heat from him as he leaned over her. One of his legs pressed against hers, and since she only felt hair and skin she guessed he was naked as well now.
Trusting him to follow, she wriggled up the bed so she was lying fully on it, content to let him have his way with her for now. He was not far behind her, running his fingers in decreasing circles around one breast before retracing the same path with his lips. Now she was definitely glad of the gag because not being able to see meant she could more fully concentrate on the sensation. One hand found his head and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him as she moaned softly, glad that she did not have to temper her volume too much.
After giving the other breast equal treatment he kissed down her stomach, following with his fingers. After giving her belly button some attention he stopped suddenly and when she reached out she felt nothing. It was now that she had nothing else to concentrate on that she realised just how uncomfortable the gag was getting. She grimaced around it but her mind was soon distracted when she discovered he seemed determined to kiss every inch of skin on her legs.
Moving one leg to encourage him to get on and go further up, she found that she could use one foot to brush along whichever part of him she could reach. He stopped her, though, by holding on tight to both ankles while he carried on. Since that meant he had less of a good angle the higher he got, she stopped fighting him and his grip soon loosened.
He stopped short of where she really wanted his mouth to be, though, and she groaned. He ignored her and instead ran a hand around her hip. She was aware of how much her legs tingled, but also of how much the gag was digging into the sides of her mouth. As he moved his body back up hers, she put one leg around him and felt him hard against her.
All she could think about by now though, was the feel of the gag. Her mouth was dry and she coughed, but having an equally dry piece of cloth in there did not help and once she started coughing she could not stop. She sat up and felt Harry's fingers at the back of her head, undoing the gag.
Once it was off she immediately felt much better and gulped in great lungfuls of air as she used the other hand to tug the blindfold off and over her head. Harry sat next to her, looking concerned and holding out the glass of water that she had left on her bedside table earlier, knowing it would not be something she thought of when going to bed.
"Thanks," she said, and took a few sips to wet her mouth and throat.
"I'm sorry. I should have never had tried that."
She shook her head. "I could have taken it off any time I liked and I didn't. I was enjoying myself." It was such a good feeling to have him give her all his attention, and for her not to feel the need to compete to reciprocate. She sighed and passed him the glass back. "Has killed the mood a little, though."
He turned back to her after placing the glass back down. "Has it?"
She looked down and grinned. Obviously, it was only her mood she had killed. "I know why you became a doctor," she said, leaning forward, and pushing him back against the pillows. "You get off on ill people, don't you?" She pressed her lips to his and kissed him the way she had been wanting to all the time she'd had the gag on and could not.
He threaded one hand into her hair and continued playing with it when she pulled back, wrapping strands of it round his fingers. "That's it exactly," he said, with a grin.
She smiled back and kissed him again, this time running her hand down his chest until it reached his cock. He moaned into her mouth and moved his hand to the back of her head as she grasped it firmly. Her coughing fit had certainly had not affected him that much, as it only took a few good strokes before he came over her hand. She smiled at him as she lay back down and let him wipe her hand with a tissue, before he wiped himself.
"The trouble is," he said, "that I've let you be loud too long. Now I'll have to just teach you to be quiet."
"You wouldn't like me that way."
"Oh no?" He raised his eyebrows. "How would I know, as I've never seen it."
"And where did you learn to be so quiet?" He had barely made a sound, as usual.
He grinned at her. "You wouldn't want to know."
"Oh, but I do."
"You don't."
"I do." She propped herself up on one arm to run her fingers over her chest.
"And you don't get me that way either."
"I usually do."
"Hmph." But he pulled her on top of him. "Are you ready for your first lesson? It seems only fair after all."
It had been long enough that she had forgotten the feel of the gag. She smiled at him. "I'm ready." She kissed him as he ran one hand down her back to press her closer to him. "So how many lessons do you think I'll need?" she whispered into his ear, before giving it a lick.
"Oh, many, I'm sure. Now, if you make a noise, I'll stop."
She frowned and was going to ask what it was he would stop doing, but then she felt his hand in the one place he had not touched all night. She pressed her lips together in an effort not to make a sound, but soon found she was putting all her concentration into that, so his efforts were not having much of an effect. "No," she said. "This isn't working, I can't do it."
He looked guiltily at her, so she said, "It's not your fault," but that did not change his expression. She did not mind if they just stopped now and went to sleep, but she knew he would think that he had not done his duty, or such like, if she had not actually had an orgasm.
She sighed, then stretched over to where she had discarded the blindfold on the other side of the bed. "This was a good idea." Pulling it back over her head she got it mostly in the right place before she lay down on her back next to him. "Now you can do whatever you like."
There was a pause for a moment where she struggled to hear anything, then his hand was back where it had been before. She gasped because although she had been expecting it, he had done it suddenly with no warning. It was slightly easier to keep quiet now that she only had two things to focus on, although she did not think she could do it for long.
He must have read her mind because there was hardly a gap between him stopping and replacing his fingers with his tongue. She bit on her finger, in an effort not to cry out at the feeling, and her other hand reached desperately for something to hold on to. It found Harry's hand, and she wrapped her fingers round his wet ones.
She could not help but wriggle, so his other hand pressed on her hip in a futile effort to keep her still. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was not long before she had to stuff her fist in her mouth. He stopped then, which was just as well because she did not think she could cope with him carrying on while she came. He pulled on her wrist and replaced her hand it with his mouth and tongue, and she was distracted from screaming by the taste.
"That works," she said, breathlessly afterwards, while he reached around her head to pull the blindfold off.
"I'll have to think of a contingency plan for my contingency plan." He undid the knots, folded both the handkerchiefs up and placed them neatly on the bedside table.
"I thought you were going to teach me how to be quiet." She shifted closer to him and he put his arm around her, running his fingers across her shoulder.
He grinned at her. "That assumes I want you to be quiet."
She leant over to kiss him and smiled against his mouth. There was something to be said for having Luke in the house: he certainly made things interesting.