Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part fourimaginarycircusJuly 21 2011, 06:31:19 UTC
He makes an amazing spaghetti carbonara with a green salad and a good chianti because it's fast, impressive, and comforting. Annie has to fetch him things because he's still on crutches and has one broken hand so it's less impressive than usual, but he's not that fussed. They've known each other too long for it to matter.
When dinner has been eaten, Annie does the dishes. He comes up behind her as she's drying the last fork and he leans in close and breathes her in. He stabilizes himself with one crutch and pulls her hair back exposing her neck. Her hair is smooth and silky just as he'd imagined it would be. He trails a finger down the nape of her neck and feels her shiver in response. He places a tentative kiss in the crook of her neck and she tilts her head so that he can kiss her there as much as he likes. She moves to turn around, but he stops her.
"Not yet," he says. "There's no rush."
She makes a small frustrated noise, but he continues exploring her neck and moves around the back to the other side. He kisses her shoulders and she is breathing much faster now. He can feel goosebumps on her skin.
"You can turn around now if you want to," he says.
She actually walks away from him.
"Hey, no one has ever complained about my..." he hears the silverware drawer open and a fork land in the little compartment just for them. He feels her shift back between him and the sink.
"Sorry, I just wanted to put that away before I --" he covers her mouth with his and its like fireworks going off inside him. From the way she's gripping his shoulders and kissing him back, well, he knows she doesn't hate it.
She breaks this kiss and asks, "How is your leg?"
"I can't tap dance on it, but..." He kisses her again and then kisses along her jaw to her ear. He's so glad to get a chance to whisper in her ear for a change. "I did ask the doctor about what I could and couldn't do, explicitly."
He hears the tiny sharp intake of breath that most people would miss and feels the slight shiver that runs through her body. And her body is right there, warm and solid under his hands and he wants to touch all of her, taste all of her.
She places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him and it's even better than him kissing her. He knows he has to move to the bed soon and it's a shame, but his leg just can't take too much more standing and he only has the one good hand at the moment.
"I'm sorry," he says holding up his arm cast. "I'm going to be a little clumsy. Also I kind of need to sit down."
She takes it perfectly in stride and says, "Bed or couch?"
"You pick. Whichever is more comfortable for you."
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part fiveimaginarycircusJuly 21 2011, 06:32:17 UTC
"Bed then." She walks beside him and when they get to the bedroom he manages to settle himself on the bed without too much fuss. He puts his crutches on the floor where he can reach them easily when he needs to get out of bed, though he is hoping that won't be for a while.
"This is a little awkward," he says. He can feel that she doesn't quite know what to do so he reaches a hand out and she takes it. He pulls her gently down beside him, so that they are both sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Did you take off your shoes?"
"No," she says.
"Let me." He reaches down and pulls her feet into his lap, trailing his fingers down her calf to her foot. Her shoe slips off easily and he sets it down where he won't trip over it and then he touches her foot, slim, but strong, narrow ankle, and he trails his fingers up her shin, mapping out her smooth taut calf muscle. He kisses her knee and then repeats with the other leg, but keeps going past her knee to her thigh. She's smaller than he expected, but wiry. He skims along the inside of her thigh and the skirts around to her hip and up along the sides of her rib cage. She says nothing, but there are little hitches in her breathing, especially when he gets near, but the veers away from her more sensitive areas. He moves up her ribcage and explores her arms, which are like the rest of her smooth and slim. She feels so small, like she should be fragile, but he knows she's not. He likes the contrast. It probably keeps her safe in the field, because people don't expect her to be deadly.
He leaves a trail of kisses in the wake of his hands. He pulls her down so that she is lying next to him and he runs his fingers through her hair.
"Thank you," he murmurs between kisses along her collar bone.
"For what?"
"Letting me explore you like this. Letting me see you," he says.
"Look all you want," she says and kisses him and then lies back down. He travels his fingers slowly along the planes of her face, her nose, her lips. The lips are a bit fuller than he expected, but he knew that from kissing her. Her nose and cheekbones are as sharp as her jaw. He loves the feel of her under his hands.
He settles back down to kissing her for a while. He'll explore more once she is less clothed. She's wearing a dress, but he isn't sure if it's the sort that just comes off or if there's a zipper. He's so aroused that he's not sure how much longer he can go at this slow pace. He finds a zipper on the side and eases it down. After that it's easy to slip the thing off her and then he has so much firm skin under his hands he feels like he might just come apart.
He speeds up. He has to and his mouth and hands are traveling up and down her, grasping and kneading. Her hands are busy with the buttons on his shirt. He lets her draw it over his cast and toss it away. She goes for the button on his pants, but he grabs her and kisses her again. She's starting to loosen up and he realizes that she is being careful with him because he's injured. He doesn't mind. He'll heal and he really rather not have to leave this bed to go to the hospital tonight.
She straddles him and goes back to undoing his pants, while he cups one of her breasts with his good hand and sucks at the nipple through the silky fabric. She sighs softly and rolls her hips down against him. She pushed gently against his chest and he lies down. He helps her ease his pants off and now they are even again, both in their underpants. When she straddles him again he can feel her warm wetness.
"Off," he says managing to unfasten her bra with one hand. She quickly gets rid of her own underpants and helps him slide his boxers off. She settles down against him and he gasps.
"You feel incredible," he says.
"This feels incredible," she breathes into his ear and he shivers.
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part siximaginarycircusJuly 21 2011, 06:32:36 UTC
There is a moment's awkwardness again when he realizes he won't be able to get a condom on one handed, but she does it like it's no big thing.
She positions herself and starts to slide down onto him and he can't help but burst out, "I'm sorry that I'm so injured right now you have to do all the work."
She stops moving and laughs a little. "We can wait if you want?"
He grabs her hips and shoves so that he's all the way in her. She moans and rocks against him.
"No, no more waiting." He is practically growling.
"Yeah," she's breathless, "Didn't really want to wait either."
She tangles her hands in his hair and kisses him, deep and dirty, with lots of tongue. She fucks him slowly for a few minutes and then starts to pick up the pace. She holds her pointer finger to his lips, he licks it several times, she slips it down between them and starts to stroke herself. She starts to slam herself against him faster and faster, moaning low and throaty and that pushes his orgasm out of him, but she is right behind him.
She pulled off him and took care of the condom.
"It'll be better next time," he says.
"I'm not complaining." He can hear the question in her voice.
"No, but you were pretty quiet."
"Oh, yeah. I tend to be until I know someone really well."
"But you know me," he says.
"Not like this. This is different." She kisses him. "And I have no complaints. It was amazing."
"Yeah, well. Just wait until I have two working hands."
"OK," she says and he can tell she doesn't want to debate it. "I'm looking forward to it."
She curled into his side and yawned. She slept, but he spent a while just remembering. He's waited so long for her that he didn't completely know how to stop, even though she was right there, breathing on his arm, her hair spilling over his shoulder. She began to snore gently and that was exactly the little dose of reality he needed to make him accept the reality of her
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part sixphoenix64July 21 2011, 20:29:52 UTC
Oh, VERY nice indeed. I really loved the beginning part with their unspoken communication that then gets a little rattled, and what it built up to did not disappoint either.
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part sixdeepbluemermaidJuly 21 2011, 21:41:55 UTC
Mmm, this is lovely. The more I watch Covert Affairs, the more I ship Auggie/Annie, but this is the first fic I've read and it was a great way to start :)
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part siximaginarycircusJuly 21 2011, 21:43:20 UTC
Thank you so much. I totally feel weird about this fic because I posted in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep and it hasn't been beta'd or read through or anything.
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part sixaustenJuly 22 2011, 01:52:58 UTC
You are the best. I can't get over how perfectly them this is, how his injuring himself leads her to actually take that step towards furthering their relationship. I just hope the show doesn't keep us dangling for too long! Perfect. ♥
Re: FILL: Covert Affairs (Annie/Auggie) part siximaginarycircusJuly 22 2011, 02:01:09 UTC
I'm so glad you like it. This was literally something I spit out in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep and it's probably pretty rough. I should really have some beta it, but I don't know anyone who can beta for CA.
When dinner has been eaten, Annie does the dishes. He comes up behind her as she's drying the last fork and he leans in close and breathes her in. He stabilizes himself with one crutch and pulls her hair back exposing her neck. Her hair is smooth and silky just as he'd imagined it would be. He trails a finger down the nape of her neck and feels her shiver in response. He places a tentative kiss in the crook of her neck and she tilts her head so that he can kiss her there as much as he likes. She moves to turn around, but he stops her.
"Not yet," he says. "There's no rush."
She makes a small frustrated noise, but he continues exploring her neck and moves around the back to the other side. He kisses her shoulders and she is breathing much faster now. He can feel goosebumps on her skin.
"You can turn around now if you want to," he says.
She actually walks away from him.
"Hey, no one has ever complained about my..." he hears the silverware drawer open and a fork land in the little compartment just for them. He feels her shift back between him and the sink.
"Sorry, I just wanted to put that away before I --" he covers her mouth with his and its like fireworks going off inside him. From the way she's gripping his shoulders and kissing him back, well, he knows she doesn't hate it.
She breaks this kiss and asks, "How is your leg?"
"I can't tap dance on it, but..." He kisses her again and then kisses along her jaw to her ear. He's so glad to get a chance to whisper in her ear for a change. "I did ask the doctor about what I could and couldn't do, explicitly."
He hears the tiny sharp intake of breath that most people would miss and feels the slight shiver that runs through her body. And her body is right there, warm and solid under his hands and he wants to touch all of her, taste all of her.
She places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him and it's even better than him kissing her. He knows he has to move to the bed soon and it's a shame, but his leg just can't take too much more standing and he only has the one good hand at the moment.
"I'm sorry," he says holding up his arm cast. "I'm going to be a little clumsy. Also I kind of need to sit down."
She takes it perfectly in stride and says, "Bed or couch?"
"You pick. Whichever is more comfortable for you."
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"Bed then." She walks beside him and when they get to the bedroom he manages to settle himself on the bed without too much fuss. He puts his crutches on the floor where he can reach them easily when he needs to get out of bed, though he is hoping that won't be for a while.
"This is a little awkward," he says. He can feel that she doesn't quite know what to do so he reaches a hand out and she takes it. He pulls her gently down beside him, so that they are both sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Did you take off your shoes?"
"No," she says.
"Let me." He reaches down and pulls her feet into his lap, trailing his fingers down her calf to her foot. Her shoe slips off easily and he sets it down where he won't trip over it and then he touches her foot, slim, but strong, narrow ankle, and he trails his fingers up her shin, mapping out her smooth taut calf muscle. He kisses her knee and then repeats with the other leg, but keeps going past her knee to her thigh. She's smaller than he expected, but wiry. He skims along the inside of her thigh and the skirts around to her hip and up along the sides of her rib cage. She says nothing, but there are little hitches in her breathing, especially when he gets near, but the veers away from her more sensitive areas. He moves up her ribcage and explores her arms, which are like the rest of her smooth and slim. She feels so small, like she should be fragile, but he knows she's not. He likes the contrast. It probably keeps her safe in the field, because people don't expect her to be deadly.
He leaves a trail of kisses in the wake of his hands. He pulls her down so that she is lying next to him and he runs his fingers through her hair.
"Thank you," he murmurs between kisses along her collar bone.
"For what?"
"Letting me explore you like this. Letting me see you," he says.
"Look all you want," she says and kisses him and then lies back down. He travels his fingers slowly along the planes of her face, her nose, her lips. The lips are a bit fuller than he expected, but he knew that from kissing her. Her nose and cheekbones are as sharp as her jaw. He loves the feel of her under his hands.
He settles back down to kissing her for a while. He'll explore more once she is less clothed. She's wearing a dress, but he isn't sure if it's the sort that just comes off or if there's a zipper. He's so aroused that he's not sure how much longer he can go at this slow pace. He finds a zipper on the side and eases it down. After that it's easy to slip the thing off her and then he has so much firm skin under his hands he feels like he might just come apart.
He speeds up. He has to and his mouth and hands are traveling up and down her, grasping and kneading. Her hands are busy with the buttons on his shirt. He lets her draw it over his cast and toss it away. She goes for the button on his pants, but he grabs her and kisses her again. She's starting to loosen up and he realizes that she is being careful with him because he's injured. He doesn't mind. He'll heal and he really rather not have to leave this bed to go to the hospital tonight.
She straddles him and goes back to undoing his pants, while he cups one of her breasts with his good hand and sucks at the nipple through the silky fabric. She sighs softly and rolls her hips down against him. She pushed gently against his chest and he lies down. He helps her ease his pants off and now they are even again, both in their underpants. When she straddles him again he can feel her warm wetness.
"Off," he says managing to unfasten her bra with one hand. She quickly gets rid of her own underpants and helps him slide his boxers off. She settles down against him and he gasps.
"You feel incredible," he says.
"This feels incredible," she breathes into his ear and he shivers.
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There is a moment's awkwardness again when he realizes he won't be able to get a condom on one handed, but she does it like it's no big thing.
She positions herself and starts to slide down onto him and he can't help but burst out, "I'm sorry that I'm so injured right now you have to do all the work."
She stops moving and laughs a little. "We can wait if you want?"
He grabs her hips and shoves so that he's all the way in her. She moans and rocks against him.
"No, no more waiting." He is practically growling.
"Yeah," she's breathless, "Didn't really want to wait either."
She tangles her hands in his hair and kisses him, deep and dirty, with lots of tongue. She fucks him slowly for a few minutes and then starts to pick up the pace. She holds her pointer finger to his lips, he licks it several times, she slips it down between them and starts to stroke herself. She starts to slam herself against him faster and faster, moaning low and throaty and that pushes his orgasm out of him, but she is right behind him.
She pulled off him and took care of the condom.
"It'll be better next time," he says.
"I'm not complaining." He can hear the question in her voice.
"No, but you were pretty quiet."
"Oh, yeah. I tend to be until I know someone really well."
"But you know me," he says.
"Not like this. This is different." She kisses him. "And I have no complaints. It was amazing."
"Yeah, well. Just wait until I have two working hands."
"OK," she says and he can tell she doesn't want to debate it. "I'm looking forward to it."
She curled into his side and yawned. She slept, but he spent a while just remembering. He's waited so long for her that he didn't completely know how to stop, even though she was right there, breathing on his arm, her hair spilling over his shoulder. She began to snore gently and that was exactly the little dose of reality he needed to make him accept the reality of her
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