Slide Away
Title: Slide Away
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley, Natalie MacDonald
Summary: Now she just ached for him.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
It always astonished her that nobody saw behind the carefully constructed mask of aristocratic indifference. To her it was as plain as day. By nature, Natalie was not a sentimental person, but sitting there, in the dark quiet of their bedroom, she couldn't help but take the moment to reflect. In the dim light a pale finger traced the line of his nose, observing, identifying, and reporting.
The hard shell of an aristocrat hid years of--she didn't want to say abuse or neglect, but unrecognized worth perhaps--away from everyone. Save her. Sometimes she though he even tried to hide it from her, but he couldn't. Not anymore. She wouldn't put up with his masks and facades.
His eyes opened, instantly alert and wary until his gaze focused on his wife and he began to relax. So different from when she saw him begin to fall apart at her touch. "What are you looking at?" he asked, soft voice piercing the quiet stillness of the dark.
"You." Her finger trailed along the line of his jaw. She hadn't meant to wake him.
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" She leaned down and captured his lips with hers, nipping slightly.
Justin's hand came up to brush some errant locks out of her face. Gentle. Deliberate. "Apparently not."
"That's right." Natalie, at one time, ached for him to loose control, to be spontaneous, but that wasn't in his character. Over the years she had come to accept that. Now she just ached for him. "I love you." She pressed kisses along where her finger had traced as she shifted to straddle his him, grinding.
"Natalie," he gave a sleepy little laugh, though his hands came to rest on her hips, fingers curling into the curve of her skin. "It's the middle of the night."
"So?" She smirked at him, nipped at the soft skin of his throat. "That never stopped us before." Her hands were already working their way under the pajamas he wore. causing goose pimples to arise.
His held tilted up to give her more access, greedy little fingers pulling and tugging at her nightshirt. "True." He was already responding to her ministrations.
Her shirt went up and over her head, revealing bare skin and breasts, as he shimmied out of his own clothing. Foreplay was forgone in favor of the main event. Besides, their whole lives were just a whole lot of foreplay.
They gave twin groans as he sank into her. Their pace wasn't fast and furious. That time had past. No, now it was slow and steady, though in no way subdued, as they enjoyed each others' bodies. A lick there. A grope here. Limbs twined round one another as they both sought completion.
"I'm going to come," Justin said after a particularly hard thrust.
Her inner muscles squeezed, hard, as Natalie pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Do it." Her nails dug into his shoulders as she watched him fall, mask sliding away for that one moment.
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley, Natalie MacDonald
Summary: Now she just ached for him.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
It always astonished her that nobody saw behind the carefully constructed mask of aristocratic indifference. To her it was as plain as day. By nature, Natalie was not a sentimental person, but sitting there, in the dark quiet of their bedroom, she couldn't help but take the moment to reflect. In the dim light a pale finger traced the line of his nose, observing, identifying, and reporting.
The hard shell of an aristocrat hid years of--she didn't want to say abuse or neglect, but unrecognized worth perhaps--away from everyone. Save her. Sometimes she though he even tried to hide it from her, but he couldn't. Not anymore. She wouldn't put up with his masks and facades.
His eyes opened, instantly alert and wary until his gaze focused on his wife and he began to relax. So different from when she saw him begin to fall apart at her touch. "What are you looking at?" he asked, soft voice piercing the quiet stillness of the dark.
"You." Her finger trailed along the line of his jaw. She hadn't meant to wake him.
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" She leaned down and captured his lips with hers, nipping slightly.
Justin's hand came up to brush some errant locks out of her face. Gentle. Deliberate. "Apparently not."
"That's right." Natalie, at one time, ached for him to loose control, to be spontaneous, but that wasn't in his character. Over the years she had come to accept that. Now she just ached for him. "I love you." She pressed kisses along where her finger had traced as she shifted to straddle his him, grinding.
"Natalie," he gave a sleepy little laugh, though his hands came to rest on her hips, fingers curling into the curve of her skin. "It's the middle of the night."
"So?" She smirked at him, nipped at the soft skin of his throat. "That never stopped us before." Her hands were already working their way under the pajamas he wore. causing goose pimples to arise.
His held tilted up to give her more access, greedy little fingers pulling and tugging at her nightshirt. "True." He was already responding to her ministrations.
Her shirt went up and over her head, revealing bare skin and breasts, as he shimmied out of his own clothing. Foreplay was forgone in favor of the main event. Besides, their whole lives were just a whole lot of foreplay.
They gave twin groans as he sank into her. Their pace wasn't fast and furious. That time had past. No, now it was slow and steady, though in no way subdued, as they enjoyed each others' bodies. A lick there. A grope here. Limbs twined round one another as they both sought completion.
"I'm going to come," Justin said after a particularly hard thrust.
Her inner muscles squeezed, hard, as Natalie pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Do it." Her nails dug into his shoulders as she watched him fall, mask sliding away for that one moment.