I think you mean Del... Mel could be yet another brother out to kill Avon:D:D:D:D
Well, now. That's certainly what Avon would say in a situation like this, and Soolin grinned--finally something good Avon wouldn't get his slice of. The bed in this... TARDIS was large and soft, the women softer... both the brunette and the blonde approached her, eerily in exactly the same ways, as if telepathic, both kissing a corner of Soolin's mouth. She parted her lips, and pressed her thighs tighter together, savouring the heat growing there. Both women's tongues started to explore her mouth, first simultaneously and then by turns--Soolin beckoned the brunette back, so she could taste both of them, too, three tongues tickling each other, until all three of them were laughing and too aroused to go on.
If that filthy unwashed bastard only took a good shower and washed his teeth, he'd...
Oh. He didn't actually taste *that* bad. Jack's hands were in his hair, Jack's tongue teasing his, kissing him just the way he liked it, gentle, yet firm, and Tarrant found himself wanting more, wrapping an arm around Jack's waist, pulling him hard against himself, tangling his other hand in Jack's braids, establishing command. Jack passed the test--laughing into Tarrant's mouth and pushing his crotch against Tarrant's thigh.
He almost stumbled into it, well, er, where was he again? Gloved fingers stroking his cheek and
Oh. *Oh.*
The scent of leather, the taste of something bittersweet, like the dark beer Koschei had pilfered, the scent of the other man's skin, oh--it was all too much, Theta started to mutter a protest, but Koschei was guiding him, pulling him down to lie in the soft, cool grass, and Theta was so glad of the darkness when he gave in, met Koschei's tongue with his own, and damn it, he hadn't even kissed *a girl* before and now the other man's tongue was tickling the roof of his mouth and he opened up, opened his mind, accepting the swirling golden thoughts of another, washing over him body and soul. He moaned into Koschei's mouth, was met with purring laughter, velvet and leather and heat and this was *perfection*.
*Now that's interesting*, Stark thought as Rygel slipped him the tongue. *His tongue is definitely different, very long and... hang on, was that tongue ever going to stop pushi--*
"GLURGGHHA! FTHOPH!"
Rygel sucked his tongue back and smacked his lips.
"What is it now?" he grumbled, as Stark coughed and hurked like a cat regurgitating a hairball. "The esophagus is a perfectly erogenous zone on any species!"
He's beyond caring, now. Now when everything's possible, now when neither anger or elation have been greater, when there's air in his lungs and blood in his veins and Jack's hands on his arse and he bleeding well loves it. His mouth curves up in a smile, his laugh is half mad and he licks at Jack's lips, and it is all salt and rum and it's glorious. Deeper still and there's man, there's a pirate's greed and wildness, and James allows himself to be drenched in its waves, pulling Jack down onto the sand with him, tugging on Jack's braids so that he snarls into James's mouth. The old James would've thought this twisted and queer and possibly even shameful, but everything's been made new again, by every button of his breeches that comes undone under Jack's deft fingers, as he bucks against Jack, the new James not being a patient man, he finds, making room for skin and Jack's cock against his own, clasped in his fist, Jack pressing down and groaning with triumph. James laughs, his breath coming in shorter gasps, and he wraps his arms
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Or if that hurts too much {g} Romana (either or both)and Soolin sounds pretty interesting...
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Well, now. That's certainly what Avon would say in a situation like this, and Soolin grinned--finally something good Avon wouldn't get his slice of. The bed in this... TARDIS was large and soft, the women softer... both the brunette and the blonde approached her, eerily in exactly the same ways, as if telepathic, both kissing a corner of Soolin's mouth. She parted her lips, and pressed her thighs tighter together, savouring the heat growing there. Both women's tongues started to explore her mouth, first simultaneously and then by turns--Soolin beckoned the brunette back, so she could taste both of them, too, three tongues tickling each other, until all three of them were laughing and too aroused to go on.
Hope that works:).
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But the Soolin one is great :)
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Oh. He didn't actually taste *that* bad. Jack's hands were in his hair, Jack's tongue teasing his, kissing him just the way he liked it, gentle, yet firm, and Tarrant found himself wanting more, wrapping an arm around Jack's waist, pulling him hard against himself, tangling his other hand in Jack's braids, establishing command. Jack passed the test--laughing into Tarrant's mouth and pushing his crotch against Tarrant's thigh.
How's that for a start?
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(Or Jack/Avon, they'd fight over the eyeliner quite a bit, I reckon...)
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He almost stumbled into it, well, er, where was he again? Gloved fingers stroking his cheek and
Oh. *Oh.*
The scent of leather, the taste of something bittersweet, like the dark beer Koschei had pilfered, the scent of the other man's skin, oh--it was all too much, Theta started to mutter a protest, but Koschei was guiding him, pulling him down to lie in the soft, cool grass, and Theta was so glad of the darkness when he gave in, met Koschei's tongue with his own, and damn it, he hadn't even kissed *a girl* before and now the other man's tongue was tickling the roof of his mouth and he opened up, opened his mind, accepting the swirling golden thoughts of another, washing over him body and soul. He moaned into Koschei's mouth, was met with purring laughter, velvet and leather and heat and this was *perfection*.
How's that for a start?:)
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And yeah, that was glove leather:D
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"GLURGGHHA! FTHOPH!"
Rygel sucked his tongue back and smacked his lips.
"What is it now?" he grumbled, as Stark coughed and hurked like a cat regurgitating a hairball. "The esophagus is a perfectly erogenous zone on any species!"
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Thank you ;)
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Thank *you* for giving me a nudge. I so needed to write that. Now I need to 'shop it, too.
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