Fic: Sunshine
So akamine_chan has issued a challenge to write one (porny) snippet a day for a week, using the ds_snippets amnesty prompts. This week is too busy for me to manage all seven days, but I am going to try to do as many as possible in the hopes of regaining my 'fu.
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Title: Sunshine
Author: waltzforanight
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski
Rating: R
Prompt: scatter
Word Count: 299
When people start finding out that Ray's moved out of Chicago, everyone - even Fraser - asks the same question: why Florida? Ray rolls his eyes dramatically, because if they don't get it, he ain't gonna explain it to them. Sure, he hates getting sunburn on the top of his head, but Florida means Stella and he doesn't need anything else.
Especially not on mornings when Stella wakes up first, her fingers sliding across his chest as she cimbs on top of him, straddles his hips. He doesn't open his eyes until she's kissed her way down his chest and pulls his pajama bottoms out of the way, taking his dick into her soft, beautiful, perfect mouth.
Ray lifts himself up to watch (because Ray's a lot of things, but idiot ain't one of them), and he thanks his lucky stars yet again that he ended up here with her. She's smart as a whip and more beautiful than anything Ray has ever seen. Especially like this, with the sunlight streaming in through the window and scattering across the soft skin of her shoulderblades. Her hair sweeps through the light and out again as her head bobs rhythmically, and it's so perfect, so Stella.
She moves into his lap easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slides into her. The heat is overwhelming and Ray presses his face into her chest; if he looks her in the eye right now then he's done for sure. Stella starts to move, steady and sure, and he kisses her chest, noses the silky fabric of her nightdress out of his way as he swipes his tongue across her nipple. He looks up in time to see her head throw back, her mouth fall open, and Ray thinks, God, I love Florida.
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Title: Sunshine
Author: waltzforanight
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski
Rating: R
Prompt: scatter
Word Count: 299
When people start finding out that Ray's moved out of Chicago, everyone - even Fraser - asks the same question: why Florida? Ray rolls his eyes dramatically, because if they don't get it, he ain't gonna explain it to them. Sure, he hates getting sunburn on the top of his head, but Florida means Stella and he doesn't need anything else.
Especially not on mornings when Stella wakes up first, her fingers sliding across his chest as she cimbs on top of him, straddles his hips. He doesn't open his eyes until she's kissed her way down his chest and pulls his pajama bottoms out of the way, taking his dick into her soft, beautiful, perfect mouth.
Ray lifts himself up to watch (because Ray's a lot of things, but idiot ain't one of them), and he thanks his lucky stars yet again that he ended up here with her. She's smart as a whip and more beautiful than anything Ray has ever seen. Especially like this, with the sunlight streaming in through the window and scattering across the soft skin of her shoulderblades. Her hair sweeps through the light and out again as her head bobs rhythmically, and it's so perfect, so Stella.
She moves into his lap easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slides into her. The heat is overwhelming and Ray presses his face into her chest; if he looks her in the eye right now then he's done for sure. Stella starts to move, steady and sure, and he kisses her chest, noses the silky fabric of her nightdress out of his way as he swipes his tongue across her nipple. He looks up in time to see her head throw back, her mouth fall open, and Ray thinks, God, I love Florida.