RP: Thinking About Pirates

[shh_eleanor]

Date: 9 August 2005
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone & Ernie Macmillan
Location: Ernie and Eleanor's house
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor decides to relax and unwind after a long week. Ernie catches her in a very compromising position.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_ernie]

Ernie was brassed off. The whole point of working tonight was so he wouldn't have to work tomorrow. However, there'd been some sort of scheduling mixup. And now he was patrolling tomorrow night. If Hannah showed up to see him play, perhaps the three of them could grab something to eat before he had to leave

[shh_eleanor]

This had been a great idea. Definitely not as good as it was when Ernie touched her, but she'd completely forgotten about numbers and budgets, and the rest of her tension began to slip away as the hand between her legs moved just a bit faster.

She was so close. Eleanor bit pushed her feet against the back of the tub, and bit her lip to keep from making any noise when it happened. She wasn't sure why, as she was all alone, and she certainly didn't have any problems making noise when she wasn't.

Sighing, Eleanor relaxed for a moment, until she noticed the water wasn't nearly as warm as it had been. She opened her eyes, intending to grab the soap again and wash her hands, but she hadn't been expecting Ernie to be standing there. How had that happened? She was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be home yet, nor had she heard him come in.

"Ernie..." The blushing was bad enough, did her voice really have to be all high pitched like that. "How long have you been home?"

[shh_ernie]

Ernie watched, slackjawed, as she touched herself. This was hands down, bar none, officially the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life, even surpassing Eleanor on her hands and knees. His trousers had moved past tight and into constricting. But he could just imagine what she'd say if she discovered him, with his trousers undone and himself in hand, watching her as she wanked.

Instead, he decided to watch--and only watch--and hoped he wasn't risking any permanent damage to any vital bits. When she bit her lip and pushed agains the tub, Ernie was positive he whimpered. Luckily, she didn't hear.

He knew he should leave before she opened her eyes and caught him. But for some reason, his feet wouldn't obey the orders his brain was sending. Likely because of the constriction, he rationalized.

"Er...l-long enough." He threw caution to the window. "Merlin, that was..." If ever a person, place, and time warranted the word he was about to use, it was Eleanor, in the bathtub, right now. "...hot."

[shh_eleanor]

Oh Merlin, he had seen. Eleanor had been hoping that he'd come in afterward. And for some reason, hearing that he thought it was 'hot' only made her blush harder.

"I... er, it was a long day. I thought a bath might help." Maybe if she didn't mention it, he wouldn't either. Not the best plan ever, but it could work. "Could you hand me that towel?"

[shh_ernie]

Ernie shook his head. If she thought that she was going to step out the tub, dry off, and be on her merry way, Eleanor was mistaken. And if he didn't get these damnable trousers off, he'd go mad.

As he undid just enough buttons that he could pull his shirt and T shirt over his head, he asked, "Is this what you normally do when I work late?" The thought of that made his trousers even tighter. He managed to get his boots and socks off. And then finally, finally he was undoing his trousers and stepping out of them.

[shh_eleanor]

Or he could just take his clothes off. That could work too. Actually, Eleanor wondered why she hadn't thought about suggesting it herself. It had to be better in the distraction department than not saying anything and hoping he did the same.

Except it wasn't really working as a suitable distraction. There was really no possible way she was going to avoid this, was there. "Well, no. It's not actually. And I really was just planning on taking a bath, but it wasn't really helping much."

Honestly, Eleanor didn't know why she was bothering to explain. Ernie obviously wasn't bothered by it.

[shh_ernie]

"Oh," he said, not bothering to hide his disappointment when she denied doing this all of the time. He blinked for a moment at the rest of her sentence. Was everything alright? A decent fiance likely would inquire as to what needed to be helped. And in a completely non-dirty way. But Ernie was having a difficult time focusing on anything but her nakedness (and the touching! Of herself!) and his almost nakedness.

Swallowing hard, he reached for a towel. No one had ever died from arousal as far as he knew. "Is something wrong? Are you alright?" he asked as he held the towel out for her. "What was the bath supposed to help?"

[shh_eleanor]

What in the world was he doing? Eleanor was just getting ready to scoot over and make room for him. "No, everything is fine. I'm fine. I was just getting a headache trying to do the books. Just sitting here wasn't helping to actually take my mind off of it. And I was thinking that it would be better if you were home, because then you could... er, help me relax. And, well..." She shook her head. "You can get in if you'd like, but the water is getting a bit cool."

A problem that could be easily solved. Eleanor sat up and turned on the hot water.

[shh_ernie]

He narrowed his eyes, trying to determine if she were telling him the complete truth. "If you're certain that you're fine..." Ernie wasn't entirely convinced. But there would be time enough later to get to the bottom of this headache business. Much later.

So she'd been thinking about him, had she? Little Ernie was on full alert again. Tilting his head, he considered the tub. It would be a tight fit. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But they could take a bath afterward. And talk. When there weren't more...pressing...matters. He turned off the tap and reached down for Eleanor. Pulling her to her feet and against him, he kissed her.

"That was really...hot, Elle. Tell me of what you were thinking," he urged between kisses.

[shh_eleanor]

Admitting that she really had been doing what he'd caught her doing was one thing. Telling him what she'd been thinking about at the time was another. Taking a step back, Eleanor looked at Ernie for a moment. That wasn't going to work. With a deep breath, she looked at the wall just past his head, instead.

"I was thinking about you. Well, about us. Doing... things. You know." He had to know. Merlin, she was terrible at this sort of thing.

[shh_ernie]

"Naked things, I'm assuming?" She wasn't looking at him so he took the opportunity to kiss her neck. While Ernie didn't want to push her into doing something with which she wasn't comfortable, he really was curious. If she never told him about what she was thinking, how was he supposed to fulfill any of her fantasies? Perhaps that was how he needed to approach it.

He continued kissing her neck and shoulders because he doubted she'd look at him. If he could even get her to answer his question. "Anything...er...new? That maybe...you'd like...to...try? Because I am completely open to that. 'Sides it'll make me feel less like a ruddy pervert for always...suggesting things. Like...er...oral...sex..." Alright, he was beginning to see the problem she was having. It was a little embarrassing to verbalize these things. He ignored his blushing. "Or...er...from behind...or the food..."

[shh_eleanor]

"Well, yes." She was glad Ernie understood. Now she didn't have to try to think of a way to tell him that didn't make her look like a complete moron. She was fairly certain that turning red and sputtering was not at all sexy. And he was kissing her neck, perhaps he'd forget about it altogether.

Or perhaps not. She was about to tell him no, she hadn't been, but then he mentioned feeling like a pervert. Eleanor looked down at him and frowned. She didn't think he was a pervert, and she was pretty sure the oral sex had been her idea. Well, the times she had done it, it had been her idea. Eleanor quickly tried to think of something they hadn't done yet. "Maybe we could... try it standing up?"

Alright, not so bad with the sputtering, there was nothing to be done about the blushing, however. She just hoped he didn't ask if that's what she'd been thinking about.

[shh_ernie]

"Really?" Ernie's voice broke. A bit embarrassing for a twenty-five year old man. He drew back to look at her. "I just...because that's what...well, I've been thinking about that...too...I didn't know if you'd..." He grinned. "I reckon I shouldn't have worried so much."

As he backed her against the wall, he kissed her again. The book made it clear that a wall was necessary for the successful completion of this position. He knew from personal experience that being naked was necessary for the successful completion of any position so he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them.

""Watching you...Merlin, I want you so badly, Elle," he groaned.

[shh_eleanor]

Ernie hadn't come right out and asked. It wouldn't really be lying to let him assume that was what she had been thinking about, would it? Besides, he was grinning. Eleanor decided that no good could possibly come from telling him that she had actually just been thinking about regular old love making, and she didn't want him to feel like a pervert for being the one to suggest new things all the time. "No, you shouldn't have worried

[shh_ernie]

He slid his hands under her bum and picked her up. And then was much sliding and rubbing and he was afraid that, given what he'd seen and how bloody hard he was, there would be a repeat of that other time. With the unsatisfying finish. Luckily, Eleanor broke her death grip on his neck and reached down to position him correctly. With a moan, he entered her.

Merlin, it was tight. He didn't know if it was the position or the fact that she was clinging tightly to him, well, everywhere. Including there perhaps. He had absolutely no leverage and wasn't certain how exactly to move. He couldn't speak for Eleanor, but he needed more friction. To help her relax, he resumed kissing her, slow, deep. At the same time, he eased her against the wall. Ever so slowly, he moved one arm from under her, intending on bracing himself against the wall.

[shh_eleanor]

This was turning out to be much more complicated that Eleanor had imagined. Ernie was inside of her now, but she couldn't see how he was going to move like this. She knew she needed to ease her her hold on him, but she found herself squeezing even harder when his arm began to move out from under her.

Relax, she told herself. Easier said than done. Her arms and legs didn't want to seem to listen to her. She was being silly. Ernie wouldn't let her fall. Slowly, and with a few deep breaths, Eleanor relaxed against the wall, and loosened her grip.