Date: 23 September 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
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It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
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He was nearly underneath the cover of sleep again when she rolled over in his arms. Her lips brushed against his and he smiled, humming softly and opening his eyes slightly.
"Morning," he murmured, stretching lazily and rolling forward to half cover her body with his. He kissed her throat as he nuzzled against her. "'m up. Seriously, getting up right now." He smiled against her skin as he let his hand slide down to cup her breast. "I'm very awake in fact, and very ready to go," he teased, sucking gently on her neck.
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"Of course you're ready to go. You're so easy in the mornings, Smith," she said in a prim voice that was belied by the hand sliding down to stroke up the length of his cock with a gentle tug. She let go in the next second, snaking out of his grip and jumping down on the floor, biting her lip on another giggle as she looked down at him. "We can save time by showering together and I can give you a soapy hand with that. Or you can save yourself for secluded island adventures. Your call ( ... )
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The little minx giggled as she turned and walked away and the growl in his throat died on his lips at the sight before him. She was naked, her hips swaying, and his eyes followed her for a moment, his mouth suddenly dry.
Once she was out of sight, his brain kicked into gear again, and he crawled out of the bed and moved after her, watching her from the doorway for a moment before stepping under the spray as well.
Her skin was slick against his hands as she turned in his grasp and her hand moved down his stomach and he was fairly certain he felt his brain short circuit. "I'm in your hands," he said gruffly, "All yours, love."
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She laughed with joy as he looked at her and gave her his opinion, clasped his hand harder and responded warmly to his gentle kiss.
"And I can't wait to show it to you," she said, leading him by the hand out on the damp rippled sand. She shook her head, glancing up at him with another, more quiet smile. "It was hard, the last time I was here. So still and lonely, haunted almost. Homes aren't the same without people." Her fingers clasped harder around his again as they walked across, their steps sounding muted on the soft give underfoot. "I'm so glad you're with me, Zach."
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"I'm glad I'm with you too, love," he replied, leaning close to kiss her cheek." And honored, that she'd bring him here. He knew how much she love the place.
He could see why, too. "So tell me something you used to do here, when you were little? What were your favorite things? I can tell you, I'd have been in the water, just as soon as it was warm enough. I love the sea." He smiled at her. "Who taught you to swim?"
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Then she felt his fingers slide between her legs from behind, opening her up for his cock that finally found the spot, pressing just inside. He closed both hands on her hips and in the next instant she scrambled with her hands over the window and screamed, reeling as he slammed her down on him at the same time he thrust up, stretching her and filling her with no time for gentle adjustment. She was so wet it didn't hurt, but it was hard and much and fast, it was different from how he usually did this, and she hung her head gasping in near sobs as he immediately pulled back and thrust hard, as she realised there's be no adjustment, this was it and he was making her take it. And she'd never known or ( ... )
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Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers gliding back and forth across her clit, and her fingertips kept hitting his cock as he slid in and out and that was hotter than he'd ever imagined.
It was too fast, too hard, too rough, and he bit her again, unable to slow down because he was already so close he could taste it. Her words made him shake his head and fuck her harder, because he could feel how tight she was around him, getting tighter all the time and her hand sped up as he pushed them both right to the razor edge ( ... )
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But then her fingers were on his chest, pushing him firmly back and then she was whispering to him and pulling away and tugging him out of the room by his hand before he'd even the chance to process anything but the fact that she wasn't rubbing against him anymore. He made a noise of protest and followed her back to the steps, still dizzy.
And that would be the excuse he used when explaining why he banged his head on the ceiling. "Ow!" He said, grabbing his forehead, his eyes watering, as he followed her down the steps, half laughing at his stupidity.
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"Oh, baby, I know, it hurts like hell. That ceiling's a menace, it just slams into you. I've banged into it several times and I'm, like, five inches shorter than you," she said, trying to make him feel less foolish about it at least. She Accio'ed a steel casserole lid to press against the bump for a minute, then raised her wand and said the simple charm to get down the swelling that her grandmother had taught her. Finally, she rose up on tiptoe, holding his head in both hands, and kissed his forehead tenderly. "Bit better?"
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He smiled at her as she fussed over him. "You do know that I'm not going to be pissed off if you laugh at my stupid arse. Besides, it's your fault. You could have just told me you weren't in the mood, didn't have to try to knock me out," he teased her.
"Much better," he said, catching her lips in a tender kiss. "Thank you."
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She lost the fight against the smile when he teased her though, he was so endearing, looking at her in good humour with his head tilted back, under the casserole lid. "Believe me, there was nothing wrong with my mood to start with. And I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing near you," she said with a goofy grin, and gave him a one-armed squeeze as she held the lid to his forehead. "You're such a brave boy ( ... )
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"Never said I'd play fair," he murmured, shifting against her. She writhed under his fingers, between his thighs, her fingers digging into his muscles, her head turning from side to side. "God, I love seeing you like this. Love it so much, feeling you against me, making you look like this. I'll never get enough of you."
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"Oh babe, you're fantastic at it." He kissed her jaw, and her lips and her chin. "I love it when you stammer and blush. It turns me on even more. Don't you know that? I love to hear you talk like that. You're perfect."
Turning his face, he caught her lips, pressing his tongue in between her soft parted lips. He pressed against her more firmly and ached to be inside her but there was no way he'd take her again so soon after that. He'd hurt her. Gently, he unbuttoned her denims and lowered the zip, pressing his fingers against her belling and slipping them underneath the waistband of her knickers. "Let me?" he asked, quietly, kissing her, kissing her.
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