At the Breidlander
Sexual situations ahead. Please respect the fourth wall, unless you've got a character that's spying on the couple.
Another Breidlander get-a-way.
Derek snuggled against Jun as she looked at her email. He enjoyed the warmth and pressure of their bodies together, loved spooning around her protectively, even if there was no need for it. Occasionally, he glanced over her shoulder while she read, but mostly, he had his face buried affectionately in her shoulder and hair.
Eventually, Jun turned the device off, settling it on the night stand before turning over to face him. She played with his hair, tweaked his nose, traced his cheek and lips with her fingers. She slid her hand along the column of his throat to his collar bone, and then his chest.
Derek closed his eyes, enjoying it. Until Jun spoke.
"I might go see Nix tonight..." she said. "Maybe...If I can find her a nice man...too bad Mr. Wilson is crazy."
Derek nodded, recalling the conversation he'd peeked at earlier, then sighed, "Overthrown for a horny fire chicken," he said, but his voice was teasing lightly.
Jun hugged Derek. "No...I like being with you. I think...I wanted to spend the night with you...count your gray hairs. Listen to your breath wheeze."
"Uh huh." Derek responded, raising an eyebrow.
She stroked his stomach. "Help you in and out of the bathroom. Rub liniment on your joints."
"Should I start shaking with arthritis while I'm at it?" He grinned back at her.
Jun giggled.
Derek hugged her tightly for a second, "Go take care of her: you know I'll be here."
"Want to be with you, mi amor."
"I want you with me...but...she needs a good friend"
She took a shuddery breath. "If she asks, dear man. I will. She's a good friend."
Derek nodded silently, accepting it.
"You don't know the things we've gotten up to together, Anthony."
"You and Nix?"
Jun's hair sheeted forward as her head moved in another nod of its own
"Hmn..." Derek's voice was thoughtful.
She shook her head from side-to-side. "And I won't tell you what either." She was blushing.
"...Did I look like I was gonna ask?"
Jun mouthed 'no', then said. "It wasn't nice."
"Ah...well...you didn't end up in jail, did you?"
"Of course not!"
Derek chuckled, nibbling her ear at her outraged reply, "Well then...I don't see a problem..."
Her laughter was soft. Her back arched, her toes curled, she wound her fingers into the duvet. "Oh..." she breathed.
Derek took advantage...he wouldn't keep her from going if Nix called...but he would take what time he could before that. He worked down her neck as one hand traced down her belly and teased at her waistband, working under it at the edges. Their movements pushed the sheet aside.
"Heh!" he said, noticing what she was wearing. "...Well, I guess that's one way to advertise your lover's packaging."
Packaging? Jun wondered but said, "Yours are so much more comfortable than mine." Her eyes were long and shuttered with laughter. Her voice was matter of fact. She parted her legs with a sleepy sigh. "You don't think much of my excuse?"
Derek remained quiet, but smiled. There was a kissing sound, followed by Jun's pleased gasp. She rocked her hips from side to side and managed to say, "Don't you like how they look on me?"
"Hmn...." the sound Derek made was appreciative. So were his hands.
She reached for the green-set pendant hanging from the silver chain around his neck: the mate to the necklace and charm she wore around her neck. "These are - ah - the professor gave us a nice...pres--" her rolled against the bed. She draped her arm over her mouth and bit. Her free hand skated down the length of Derek's arm to join his beneath her waistband.
"...Yes..." Derek responded quietly. He was gently working at her now...carefully, moving with her and her hand. He kisses her deeply, invading her with purpose.
Abandoning her attempt at conversation, Jun pulled her hand free of his warm, heavy one. She opened herself, winding her hands around his neck. Her voice hurried from note to note, one moment breathy, the other shrill. There's no point in thinking, only feeling the rock of his shoulders, the press of his weight and the sounds their bodies made as his skin slid over hers. She whispere a word, then called his name with a sharp cry.
He played at her until the first wave sent her shivering, then pulled her stolen pants down and away, working himself fully into and over her, trying to catch her at the end of the crest and send her back up with his entire body this time. He was quiet, but stray words of affection emerged when he was not busy working at her lips, or neck, or breasts. He moved slowly at first, but gained speed as she started over again, and they both tightened around each other...her calls encouraged him, and he was soon lost in her voice, the feel of her against him, her grip, her scent.
Another Breidlander get-a-way.
Derek snuggled against Jun as she looked at her email. He enjoyed the warmth and pressure of their bodies together, loved spooning around her protectively, even if there was no need for it. Occasionally, he glanced over her shoulder while she read, but mostly, he had his face buried affectionately in her shoulder and hair.
Eventually, Jun turned the device off, settling it on the night stand before turning over to face him. She played with his hair, tweaked his nose, traced his cheek and lips with her fingers. She slid her hand along the column of his throat to his collar bone, and then his chest.
Derek closed his eyes, enjoying it. Until Jun spoke.
"I might go see Nix tonight..." she said. "Maybe...If I can find her a nice man...too bad Mr. Wilson is crazy."
Derek nodded, recalling the conversation he'd peeked at earlier, then sighed, "Overthrown for a horny fire chicken," he said, but his voice was teasing lightly.
Jun hugged Derek. "No...I like being with you. I think...I wanted to spend the night with you...count your gray hairs. Listen to your breath wheeze."
"Uh huh." Derek responded, raising an eyebrow.
She stroked his stomach. "Help you in and out of the bathroom. Rub liniment on your joints."
"Should I start shaking with arthritis while I'm at it?" He grinned back at her.
Jun giggled.
Derek hugged her tightly for a second, "Go take care of her: you know I'll be here."
"Want to be with you, mi amor."
"I want you with me...but...she needs a good friend"
She took a shuddery breath. "If she asks, dear man. I will. She's a good friend."
Derek nodded silently, accepting it.
"You don't know the things we've gotten up to together, Anthony."
"You and Nix?"
Jun's hair sheeted forward as her head moved in another nod of its own
"Hmn..." Derek's voice was thoughtful.
She shook her head from side-to-side. "And I won't tell you what either." She was blushing.
"...Did I look like I was gonna ask?"
Jun mouthed 'no', then said. "It wasn't nice."
"Ah...well...you didn't end up in jail, did you?"
"Of course not!"
Derek chuckled, nibbling her ear at her outraged reply, "Well then...I don't see a problem..."
Her laughter was soft. Her back arched, her toes curled, she wound her fingers into the duvet. "Oh..." she breathed.
Derek took advantage...he wouldn't keep her from going if Nix called...but he would take what time he could before that. He worked down her neck as one hand traced down her belly and teased at her waistband, working under it at the edges. Their movements pushed the sheet aside.
"Heh!" he said, noticing what she was wearing. "...Well, I guess that's one way to advertise your lover's packaging."
Packaging? Jun wondered but said, "Yours are so much more comfortable than mine." Her eyes were long and shuttered with laughter. Her voice was matter of fact. She parted her legs with a sleepy sigh. "You don't think much of my excuse?"
Derek remained quiet, but smiled. There was a kissing sound, followed by Jun's pleased gasp. She rocked her hips from side to side and managed to say, "Don't you like how they look on me?"
"Hmn...." the sound Derek made was appreciative. So were his hands.
She reached for the green-set pendant hanging from the silver chain around his neck: the mate to the necklace and charm she wore around her neck. "These are - ah - the professor gave us a nice...pres--" her rolled against the bed. She draped her arm over her mouth and bit. Her free hand skated down the length of Derek's arm to join his beneath her waistband.
"...Yes..." Derek responded quietly. He was gently working at her now...carefully, moving with her and her hand. He kisses her deeply, invading her with purpose.
Abandoning her attempt at conversation, Jun pulled her hand free of his warm, heavy one. She opened herself, winding her hands around his neck. Her voice hurried from note to note, one moment breathy, the other shrill. There's no point in thinking, only feeling the rock of his shoulders, the press of his weight and the sounds their bodies made as his skin slid over hers. She whispere a word, then called his name with a sharp cry.
He played at her until the first wave sent her shivering, then pulled her stolen pants down and away, working himself fully into and over her, trying to catch her at the end of the crest and send her back up with his entire body this time. He was quiet, but stray words of affection emerged when he was not busy working at her lips, or neck, or breasts. He moved slowly at first, but gained speed as she started over again, and they both tightened around each other...her calls encouraged him, and he was soon lost in her voice, the feel of her against him, her grip, her scent.