Fic: Fortunate by miera (R
Title: Fortunate
Author: miera_c
Summary: Missing scene/PWP for "Cold December's Winds Were Stilled"
Pairings: Kate/Lorne
Main characters: Kate, Lorne
Rating: R
Warnings: this is a PWP meaning it's smut and nothing else
Disclaimer: The Stargate verse does not belong to me. Too bad for them.
Author's Notes: Written as comment fic originally, as an exercise in period-language adult content writing. Nothing too explicit here (meaning words or descriptions).
Kate sat on a stool before the fire, drying her hair as thoroughly as she could. The unusually warm January evening had prompted her to take advantage of it before the cold returned. She hated taking baths in winter, and for some reason washing her hair in frigid water had always been even worse.
Her husband - of less than a month - knelt before her, drying her feet and legs with gentle pressure that was making it difficult for her to focus on her task. It became worse when his calloused fingers slid up to her knees, pushing the thin nightgown up her thighs. She didn't speak any words of reproof, although she gave him a look. His response was to lean forward and kiss the inside of her leg, just above the knee.
Kate shivered. And it wasn't from the evening's chill.
Marcus turned his head, kissing her other leg. His palms pushed her shift even further, and then his lips were trailing up the sensitive skin of her thigh slowly while her heart sped up.
Ever since their wedding night, he had been unfailingly gentle with her, and Kate could admit to herself if never aloud that his restraint had always aroused her greatly, both physically and also because she knew it was his love and devotion that made him want to prove himself to her over and over again. He wanted her to feel safe when she was with him, even though she had known for a long time that he would never force her to do anything.
But when Marcus suddenly grabbed her hips, lifting her up just long enough to kick the stool away, and then set her down on her back before the fire, she felt a thrill of excitement at the display of his strength which she had never felt before.
His mouth returned to the same place on her thigh. He alternated from side to side, always moving upwards, the roughness of his beard stubble scratching harshly against her flesh but Kate was barely sensible of it. She could hardly think, could barely move, as she thought to herself, Surely he was not intending...
The thought had barely formed when his large, powerful hands were holding on to her thighs and his mouth was touching her so intimately that she trembled from head to toe in reaction. She couldn't... she had never thought of such a thing, and her body's response almost frightened her. She gasped out his name half in pleasure, half in alarm.
He pulled away and some part of her whimpered in disappointment. It had been only a few weeks since their wedding, but she recognized the look of desire on his face, though he also looked wary. His fingers soothed her skin gently. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. She wasn't frightened, exactly. "I just... I wasn't expecting you to..." Her cheeks had flamed hot and bright red and her husband shot her a rather irritatingly amused smile.
His hand drifted from her thigh to a spot that made her arch. "Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a low purr that made her toes curl every time she heard it.
She couldn't bring herself to speak, so she just nodded. That appeared to be all the encouragement he needed, for moments later she was writhing, grateful for his hands and shoulders pinning her down. The sensations were more intense than anything she had ever felt in her life. Arousal swept through her, stealing her breath and making her almost a little afraid of the way her body was shaking underneath her husband's ministrations.
She couldn't stop the small noises coming from her throat any more than she could stop the way her body strained towards Marcus. Her fingers were clutching at his hair without conscious thought, needing to hold on to something as she felt the pleasure cresting within her. Moments later, the wave crashed through her and she cried out so loudly she feared the whole town would hear, but she could not hold it in. She was almost sobbing as she panted, still clinging to him, until he finally let her go and nuzzled her belly lightly.
He seemed to sense that she needed a few moments to collect herself. Then his body was covering hers, his hands unfastening his belt and his trousers until he could sheathe himself inside of her. Kate was still tingling from head to toe, slightly amazed at how he could so easily make her behave so wantonly. They were, after all, on the floor in the middle of his house.
She wrapped her arms around him, listening to his muttered words of love and desire which made her cheeks flush again as he sought his own pleasure. It was a remarkable thing to be the object of this man's passion, and Kate knew just how fortunate she was.
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Author: miera_c
Summary: Missing scene/PWP for "Cold December's Winds Were Stilled"
Pairings: Kate/Lorne
Main characters: Kate, Lorne
Rating: R
Warnings: this is a PWP meaning it's smut and nothing else
Disclaimer: The Stargate verse does not belong to me. Too bad for them.
Author's Notes: Written as comment fic originally, as an exercise in period-language adult content writing. Nothing too explicit here (meaning words or descriptions).
Kate sat on a stool before the fire, drying her hair as thoroughly as she could. The unusually warm January evening had prompted her to take advantage of it before the cold returned. She hated taking baths in winter, and for some reason washing her hair in frigid water had always been even worse.
Her husband - of less than a month - knelt before her, drying her feet and legs with gentle pressure that was making it difficult for her to focus on her task. It became worse when his calloused fingers slid up to her knees, pushing the thin nightgown up her thighs. She didn't speak any words of reproof, although she gave him a look. His response was to lean forward and kiss the inside of her leg, just above the knee.
Kate shivered. And it wasn't from the evening's chill.
Marcus turned his head, kissing her other leg. His palms pushed her shift even further, and then his lips were trailing up the sensitive skin of her thigh slowly while her heart sped up.
Ever since their wedding night, he had been unfailingly gentle with her, and Kate could admit to herself if never aloud that his restraint had always aroused her greatly, both physically and also because she knew it was his love and devotion that made him want to prove himself to her over and over again. He wanted her to feel safe when she was with him, even though she had known for a long time that he would never force her to do anything.
But when Marcus suddenly grabbed her hips, lifting her up just long enough to kick the stool away, and then set her down on her back before the fire, she felt a thrill of excitement at the display of his strength which she had never felt before.
His mouth returned to the same place on her thigh. He alternated from side to side, always moving upwards, the roughness of his beard stubble scratching harshly against her flesh but Kate was barely sensible of it. She could hardly think, could barely move, as she thought to herself, Surely he was not intending...
The thought had barely formed when his large, powerful hands were holding on to her thighs and his mouth was touching her so intimately that she trembled from head to toe in reaction. She couldn't... she had never thought of such a thing, and her body's response almost frightened her. She gasped out his name half in pleasure, half in alarm.
He pulled away and some part of her whimpered in disappointment. It had been only a few weeks since their wedding, but she recognized the look of desire on his face, though he also looked wary. His fingers soothed her skin gently. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. She wasn't frightened, exactly. "I just... I wasn't expecting you to..." Her cheeks had flamed hot and bright red and her husband shot her a rather irritatingly amused smile.
His hand drifted from her thigh to a spot that made her arch. "Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a low purr that made her toes curl every time she heard it.
She couldn't bring herself to speak, so she just nodded. That appeared to be all the encouragement he needed, for moments later she was writhing, grateful for his hands and shoulders pinning her down. The sensations were more intense than anything she had ever felt in her life. Arousal swept through her, stealing her breath and making her almost a little afraid of the way her body was shaking underneath her husband's ministrations.
She couldn't stop the small noises coming from her throat any more than she could stop the way her body strained towards Marcus. Her fingers were clutching at his hair without conscious thought, needing to hold on to something as she felt the pleasure cresting within her. Moments later, the wave crashed through her and she cried out so loudly she feared the whole town would hear, but she could not hold it in. She was almost sobbing as she panted, still clinging to him, until he finally let her go and nuzzled her belly lightly.
He seemed to sense that she needed a few moments to collect herself. Then his body was covering hers, his hands unfastening his belt and his trousers until he could sheathe himself inside of her. Kate was still tingling from head to toe, slightly amazed at how he could so easily make her behave so wantonly. They were, after all, on the floor in the middle of his house.
She wrapped her arms around him, listening to his muttered words of love and desire which made her cheeks flush again as he sought his own pleasure. It was a remarkable thing to be the object of this man's passion, and Kate knew just how fortunate she was.
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