Burn 1/1 (Punk/Lita) NC-17
Title: Burn 1/1 (Punk/Lita) NC-17
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: NC-17
Complete: Yes
Genre: Soft-core smut
Prompt: 022. Candlelight// Table
Summary: No one ever expected this of them
Warnings: None.
No one ever would’ve expected this of them, she figured as she lay spread out on the bed, completely bared for him to see.
The candlelight flickered across his skin, painting shadows across tattoos and lovingly caressing the artwork time had left behind.
She loved this, this moment of struggle, this moment of power, the power he had over her as his dark eyes took her in.
It was obvious he wanted her, that he was drinking her in and enjoying every moment of having her here with him like this.
Lita couldn’t begin to fathom when the shift had happened between the two of them, or why. When this had become almost common place in their bedroom activities, if it had been accidental, or something brought up under the cover of darkness as they whispered filthy words and fantasies into each other’s ears.
They had always been darker, more prone to needing that ache to be soothed in different ways and now was no different.
He forced the candle out of its holder, the wax tacky in the base not wanting to relinquish it’s hold.
Lita sucked in a breath, and released it in a high pitched, keening moan as the hot wax hit her skin and dribbled down almost to her abdomen, twisting on the bed as though she wasn’t sure if she should move into it or away from it.
Leaning down Punk peeled the wax away from her skin, and blew softly, making her shiver and whimper (although she’d never admit it).
When they made love it was slow, and loving, her skin and his reddened but not scarred as he clutched her hand tightly and pressed his lips to hers, candlelight dancing about the room.
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: NC-17
Complete: Yes
Genre: Soft-core smut
Prompt: 022. Candlelight// Table
Summary: No one ever expected this of them
Warnings: None.
No one ever would’ve expected this of them, she figured as she lay spread out on the bed, completely bared for him to see.
The candlelight flickered across his skin, painting shadows across tattoos and lovingly caressing the artwork time had left behind.
She loved this, this moment of struggle, this moment of power, the power he had over her as his dark eyes took her in.
It was obvious he wanted her, that he was drinking her in and enjoying every moment of having her here with him like this.
Lita couldn’t begin to fathom when the shift had happened between the two of them, or why. When this had become almost common place in their bedroom activities, if it had been accidental, or something brought up under the cover of darkness as they whispered filthy words and fantasies into each other’s ears.
They had always been darker, more prone to needing that ache to be soothed in different ways and now was no different.
He forced the candle out of its holder, the wax tacky in the base not wanting to relinquish it’s hold.
Lita sucked in a breath, and released it in a high pitched, keening moan as the hot wax hit her skin and dribbled down almost to her abdomen, twisting on the bed as though she wasn’t sure if she should move into it or away from it.
Leaning down Punk peeled the wax away from her skin, and blew softly, making her shiver and whimper (although she’d never admit it).
When they made love it was slow, and loving, her skin and his reddened but not scarred as he clutched her hand tightly and pressed his lips to hers, candlelight dancing about the room.