PROMPT #1
Title: Closed Doors
Pairing/Character: Elena/Gwaine
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Summary: After a night of drinking and sexual frustration, Gwaine comes home and finds something better than he expected.
Warnings (if any): (accidental) Voyerism, masturbation...
Total word count: 1,343
Prompt: 08/Cry Out
Link to Table?: here!
A/N: THIS IS UNBETAED. VERY MUCH UN-BETAED. SORRY. Also, title is a work in progress.
Gwaine had heard about Elena long before he met her. Arthur's elusive sidekick, his best friend since they were in diapers. Fiesty, loud, bouncy, loyal and ticklish (he found this out when Merlin burst into his flat, clearly upset because Arthur was seeing someone and hadn't mentioned it. Later it was explained that he was trying to get information out of her. Merlin calmed down.) Elena in turn had heard about Gwaine, Merlin's friend since high school, roguishly good looks, easy to laugh, caring, lazy and no good (Arthur thought Gwaine was smothering him, coddling him almost. Arthur recognized that Merlin was tougher than he looked and thought Gwaine's coddling was doing Merlin no good.)
Ever the gentleman and best friend, when Elena's apartment became flooded, Arthur offered to let her take his room until things got sorted out. Merlin found Arthur sleeping on the couch one night (Elena insisted he snored, and he in turned insisted she snored), half off of it at that point and offered to let Arthur sleep in his room. Elena was quite pleased that her meddling had paid off and hoped the two thick headed idiots would do some mutual feeling up before realizing they liked each other. On top of which it allowed her the privacy she desired to take care of some personal business of her own. Arthur may be her best friend, but there were still certain boundaries they kept to themselves.
So, one night after a nice glass of wine Elena settled into bed, her favorite tank top and matching knickers allowing her skin to breathe (she finally found something that wasn't cutesy, crotchless, or uncomfortable in yellow and teal. She bought two sets.) and closed her eyes before letting her hands wander.
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After a long night Gwaine stumbled home drunk, still as frustrated as he was when he met up with some of the lads for drinks.
Honestly, he thought to himself, is there nothing between a drunken anonymous fuck in the loo and listening to someone talk incessantly about things like shopping, or who's dating whom in order to get some?
He wasn't looking for forever, but good lord when did everyone get so self obsessed about the stupidest things? Merlin was no doubt already asleep, so he couldn't whine to him. Arthur might be with him, or still at work, there was no way to know for sure, resigned to being horny and alone he opened a bottle of beer and laid down on the couch, with an over dramatic sigh. He was about to turn on the telly when he heard it.
It was--a whimper? No. Not quite. Somewhere between a whimper and a herumph. Turning over to face the sound he noticed it was Arthur's room.
"What is he keepin' in there anyway?" He watched the door idly for a moment, noticing the shadow move from the crack under the door. He was about to doze off when he heard it again.
Getting up he looked around the flat, seemingly empty. Did Arthur get a cat? One that made sort of womanly noises? Gwaine's addled mind conjured up a sphinx like creature with breasts and giggled despite himself. Moving closer he heard it more, but it was saying things.
"No," it said, it was raspy but clear enough.
"Please," whatever or whoever was on the other side of that door needed help. And although a drunken Gwaine would normally be of little help to most, drunken help was better than no help. Or so he reasoned.
"COME ON!" it cried and Gwaine threw all caution to the wind.
Charging up the rest of the way to the door he swung it open.
"Look he--" Whatever his brain had thought up to say died real quick when he took in the realization of the situation. There was a loosely clothed blonde woman touching herself on Arthur's bed. Gwaine found his feet glued to the floor as he watched in avid fascination as she worked herself over.
She was sweaty, her hair was sticking to her face in some places, some of it pooling in the space skin between her breasts. And her hand was massaging one breast that had come free of the tank top. Her skin was pale and his eyes hungrily moved to her legs, sprawled apart on top of the sheets, her other hand disappearing under her knickers, working vigorously at herself. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
More than anything he wanted to lick the sweat from what his brain now dubbed "the moonlight valley" between her breasts. Never in his life had he have to fight back a drunken urge. His cock was hardening with each raw throaty groan she let out, every tweak of her hardened nipple brought him closer to the edge. He had no idea if she knew he was there, no idea how she couldn't after his entrance but none of it mattered. There was a heady scent in the room, wine, sweat, lavender and her. His brain could not register the words for it, but it was a heady mixture. Licking his lips, it was then he noticed his hand had moved to his cock, bringing him closer to the brink.
Her eyes opened wide as her legs spread a little further and her knees slowly bent. Her hand beneath her knickers was unrelenting and Gwaine found his hips bucking as his hand tried to keep pace with her.
Her back arched off the bed, and cried "FUCK!" her hand still moving as she rode out her orgasm and slowly collapsed onto the bed. His hand kept moving as he watched her chest move with each breath she took, she was mesmerizing. And she was looking at him.
It was not a second later that the door next door opened and footsteps and hushed voices where heard. Arthur and Merlin nearly ran into one another to get into the room.
"Ellie, are you--" the words died on Arthurs lips when he saw Gwaine. Merlin noticed it first, but Arthur was not far behind him in noticing Gwaine's state, and where his hand was. Merlin had to forcibly hold Arthur back,
"YOU BLOODY PERVERT, HOW DARE YOU---"
"It, looks bad, but it's not what you think!" Gwaine protested, although his mind knew otherwise. It's more like, half of what you think...maybe more.
"Gwaine, don't make this---" Merlin tried but it was too late. Arthur evaded Merlin's grasp and punched him, and he went down with a loud thud sound. Elena watched on from the bed, vaguely amused.
Merlin was able to calm Arthur down enough to get him to the next room, while Elena took the moment to get out of bed, and moseyed her way passed him and into the kitchen. Gwaine managed to get himself onto his elbows by the time she returned with a bag of frozen peas. Squatting on the floor beside him she handed him the bag. He tried to formulate words to apologize but he never got that far.
"Next time, close the door. These are pretty thin walls as it is." She grinned, picking herself up and going back to bed.
"Oh, nice to finally meet you, Gwaine. G'night."
Gwaine managed to pick himself up by then and stared at her for a moment in awe. She said next time. His brain was quick on that note, although the rest was rather a blur.
"The show is over, no encore performance,” she said, squriming around before she got comfortable.
“Tonight." She said, her head facing away from him and slightly gargled by the pillow. Gwaine grinned to himself as he left the room, closing the door behind him. He knew he was going to hurt in the morning, but it he had a feeling it was well worth the trouble.
Pairing/Character: Elena/Gwaine
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Summary: After a night of drinking and sexual frustration, Gwaine comes home and finds something better than he expected.
Warnings (if any): (accidental) Voyerism, masturbation...
Total word count: 1,343
Prompt: 08/Cry Out
Link to Table?: here!
A/N: THIS IS UNBETAED. VERY MUCH UN-BETAED. SORRY. Also, title is a work in progress.
Gwaine had heard about Elena long before he met her. Arthur's elusive sidekick, his best friend since they were in diapers. Fiesty, loud, bouncy, loyal and ticklish (he found this out when Merlin burst into his flat, clearly upset because Arthur was seeing someone and hadn't mentioned it. Later it was explained that he was trying to get information out of her. Merlin calmed down.) Elena in turn had heard about Gwaine, Merlin's friend since high school, roguishly good looks, easy to laugh, caring, lazy and no good (Arthur thought Gwaine was smothering him, coddling him almost. Arthur recognized that Merlin was tougher than he looked and thought Gwaine's coddling was doing Merlin no good.)
Ever the gentleman and best friend, when Elena's apartment became flooded, Arthur offered to let her take his room until things got sorted out. Merlin found Arthur sleeping on the couch one night (Elena insisted he snored, and he in turned insisted she snored), half off of it at that point and offered to let Arthur sleep in his room. Elena was quite pleased that her meddling had paid off and hoped the two thick headed idiots would do some mutual feeling up before realizing they liked each other. On top of which it allowed her the privacy she desired to take care of some personal business of her own. Arthur may be her best friend, but there were still certain boundaries they kept to themselves.
So, one night after a nice glass of wine Elena settled into bed, her favorite tank top and matching knickers allowing her skin to breathe (she finally found something that wasn't cutesy, crotchless, or uncomfortable in yellow and teal. She bought two sets.) and closed her eyes before letting her hands wander.
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After a long night Gwaine stumbled home drunk, still as frustrated as he was when he met up with some of the lads for drinks.
Honestly, he thought to himself, is there nothing between a drunken anonymous fuck in the loo and listening to someone talk incessantly about things like shopping, or who's dating whom in order to get some?
He wasn't looking for forever, but good lord when did everyone get so self obsessed about the stupidest things? Merlin was no doubt already asleep, so he couldn't whine to him. Arthur might be with him, or still at work, there was no way to know for sure, resigned to being horny and alone he opened a bottle of beer and laid down on the couch, with an over dramatic sigh. He was about to turn on the telly when he heard it.
It was--a whimper? No. Not quite. Somewhere between a whimper and a herumph. Turning over to face the sound he noticed it was Arthur's room.
"What is he keepin' in there anyway?" He watched the door idly for a moment, noticing the shadow move from the crack under the door. He was about to doze off when he heard it again.
Getting up he looked around the flat, seemingly empty. Did Arthur get a cat? One that made sort of womanly noises? Gwaine's addled mind conjured up a sphinx like creature with breasts and giggled despite himself. Moving closer he heard it more, but it was saying things.
"No," it said, it was raspy but clear enough.
"Please," whatever or whoever was on the other side of that door needed help. And although a drunken Gwaine would normally be of little help to most, drunken help was better than no help. Or so he reasoned.
"COME ON!" it cried and Gwaine threw all caution to the wind.
Charging up the rest of the way to the door he swung it open.
"Look he--" Whatever his brain had thought up to say died real quick when he took in the realization of the situation. There was a loosely clothed blonde woman touching herself on Arthur's bed. Gwaine found his feet glued to the floor as he watched in avid fascination as she worked herself over.
She was sweaty, her hair was sticking to her face in some places, some of it pooling in the space skin between her breasts. And her hand was massaging one breast that had come free of the tank top. Her skin was pale and his eyes hungrily moved to her legs, sprawled apart on top of the sheets, her other hand disappearing under her knickers, working vigorously at herself. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
More than anything he wanted to lick the sweat from what his brain now dubbed "the moonlight valley" between her breasts. Never in his life had he have to fight back a drunken urge. His cock was hardening with each raw throaty groan she let out, every tweak of her hardened nipple brought him closer to the edge. He had no idea if she knew he was there, no idea how she couldn't after his entrance but none of it mattered. There was a heady scent in the room, wine, sweat, lavender and her. His brain could not register the words for it, but it was a heady mixture. Licking his lips, it was then he noticed his hand had moved to his cock, bringing him closer to the brink.
Her eyes opened wide as her legs spread a little further and her knees slowly bent. Her hand beneath her knickers was unrelenting and Gwaine found his hips bucking as his hand tried to keep pace with her.
Her back arched off the bed, and cried "FUCK!" her hand still moving as she rode out her orgasm and slowly collapsed onto the bed. His hand kept moving as he watched her chest move with each breath she took, she was mesmerizing. And she was looking at him.
It was not a second later that the door next door opened and footsteps and hushed voices where heard. Arthur and Merlin nearly ran into one another to get into the room.
"Ellie, are you--" the words died on Arthurs lips when he saw Gwaine. Merlin noticed it first, but Arthur was not far behind him in noticing Gwaine's state, and where his hand was. Merlin had to forcibly hold Arthur back,
"YOU BLOODY PERVERT, HOW DARE YOU---"
"It, looks bad, but it's not what you think!" Gwaine protested, although his mind knew otherwise. It's more like, half of what you think...maybe more.
"Gwaine, don't make this---" Merlin tried but it was too late. Arthur evaded Merlin's grasp and punched him, and he went down with a loud thud sound. Elena watched on from the bed, vaguely amused.
Merlin was able to calm Arthur down enough to get him to the next room, while Elena took the moment to get out of bed, and moseyed her way passed him and into the kitchen. Gwaine managed to get himself onto his elbows by the time she returned with a bag of frozen peas. Squatting on the floor beside him she handed him the bag. He tried to formulate words to apologize but he never got that far.
"Next time, close the door. These are pretty thin walls as it is." She grinned, picking herself up and going back to bed.
"Oh, nice to finally meet you, Gwaine. G'night."
Gwaine managed to pick himself up by then and stared at her for a moment in awe. She said next time. His brain was quick on that note, although the rest was rather a blur.
"The show is over, no encore performance,” she said, squriming around before she got comfortable.
“Tonight." She said, her head facing away from him and slightly gargled by the pillow. Gwaine grinned to himself as he left the room, closing the door behind him. He knew he was going to hurt in the morning, but it he had a feeling it was well worth the trouble.