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Title: No Better Way
Author: svumakesmehot (hauntedgraysky)
Pairing: A/O, of course.
Rating: Mature. Do you really need to ask anymore? And come on. Admit it. You all love smut.
Disclaimer: These lovely ladies are not mine, never were, but I'm still wishing they would have popped out of my birthday cake.
Author's notes: I've had this brewing for a while, but it all seemed to come together while I was out for a run today. This one goes out to voodoochild_101, because she's been nudging me a lot for fic lately. She also kept me inspired on MSN with a lovely conversation about the lovely ladies as I wrote it. It's for you, darlin'. :)
I unlock the door to my apartment, arriving home obnoxiously late for the third time this week. It's quiet in the wee hours of the morning; most of the world is sleeping. My heart is heavy and my mind is still racing because of the part that I know is not.
I toss my keys on the counter and begin stripping, leaving a trail of clothes to my bedroom. When I reach my room, I expect it to be deserted, as I left it but find that I am very wrong.
My heart melts and relaxes right where it's intended to be when I move further into the room, and find you on my bed, clutching my pillow tight to your chest. I know you've missed me. I've been neglecting you something terrible with all the focus I've been putting into my job.
That's going to stop right now.
I move closer to your body, so lithe and perfectly unclothed, and take a moment to take you in. Your shapely form is bathed in the moonlight casting in from my window and it makes your skin look even softer than I already know it is. Your hair is fanned out on the pillowcase and I'm sure the pillow itself is soaking in the scent of its blonde softness.
You sigh contentedly in your sleep, and I bring my hand up to my chest and place it over my heart, and I swear I can almost feel what you're dreaming.
I move closer yet, to the foot of the bed. I frown, wanting to wake you up, but I know that you're always cranky when I wake you up in the middle of the night. I grin, an idea suddenly coming to mind and bend down to kiss one of your exposed toes. Your foot twitches and my grin widens.
The sheets are in a messy tangle around your feet and ankles, so I stroke the arch of your foot, and just as I planned, you begin to kick the sheet free, trying to flee from the tickling culprit.
I step quietly to the side of the bed, and gently lay a hand on your side, and sure enough, you roll onto your back toward the warmth. I stifle a laugh as I return to the foot of the bed.
You're so easy.
I ponder for a second how I'm going to get your legs apart, but my worries quickly vanish when they fall open of their own accord.
I gently climb onto the bed, and lie down between your legs, careful not to make the bed dip too much. I lean down and inhale your sweet, musky scent and see that you're glistening a bit. Your dreams must be lustful tonight, and as much as I hate to wake you from that, I'm sure you'd appreciate reality a whole lot more.
I place a kiss on the soft down between your legs before I separate your folds with my tongue, slowly sliding it up to meet your clit. Your taste settles on my tongue and I almost groan, realizing just how much I've missed it, despite only being away from it for merely a week. Your moisture mixes with my saliva and I decide that it's been six days too long.
You begin to stir as I continue to lick you slowly, now avoiding direct contact with your clit so I don't startle you awake. I wrap my lips around your tiny bud and begin to softly suckle you and your hands come up to tangle in my hair.
"Mmm, Liv..." Your voice is deeper and sleep-laden as your long, elegant fingers begin to comb through my short locks.
I grin around your swollen organ and look up at you. Your eyes are hooded and unfocused, and a sleepy smile is now gracing your flawless face.
I add my tongue to create a delicious mix of suction and stimulation, slowly licking and rubbing the way I know you like.
You let out a low moan when I take two fingers and begin to pet you around your opening, not penetrating, just stimulating the nerve endings there.
I lick you slowly, taking my time, dipping my tongue inside you every once in a while to coat my tongue with your essence before moving back up to your clit. I love doing this slowly, sweet sleepy sex, as you like to call it, making you come when you're in your most relaxed state. I draw tiny hearts around your clit, making your moans come faster and louder.
I stop completely, only briefly, to murmur "I love you, Alexandra." and nuzzle your swollen bud with my nose. This gets you, as it does every time. I only use your full name when I want to make sure I have your attention, and by the way you tense, I know I have it. I close my lips around you again, and apply a less gentle suction and your back arches. I rub your clit again with my tongue as I suck a bit harder and you shake as release washes over you and you cry out my name.
I place a gentle kiss on your clit and place my hand where my mouth was, stroking you gently and slide up to close my lips around a nipple, knowing you like to be petted as you come down.
Your body relaxes and I move up to find your lips, slipping my tongue between them to let you taste yourself. You hum into my mouth, your tongue gliding against mine, trying to find my taste beneath yours.
I stretch out beside you and pull you to me before placing your head on my chest. I whisper softly to you, so quietly that it's barely audible. I tell you how much I missed you, how much I love you, and let my voice lull you back to sleep.
Waking you up this way has just made the list of my favorite things to do. Right before I slip into sweet oblivion myself, I hear you whisper that there's no better way to wake up, and that you wouldn't mind me doing that more often. I smile as I drift off, making a mental note to do just that.
Author: svumakesmehot (hauntedgraysky)
Pairing: A/O, of course.
Rating: Mature. Do you really need to ask anymore? And come on. Admit it. You all love smut.
Disclaimer: These lovely ladies are not mine, never were, but I'm still wishing they would have popped out of my birthday cake.
Author's notes: I've had this brewing for a while, but it all seemed to come together while I was out for a run today. This one goes out to voodoochild_101, because she's been nudging me a lot for fic lately. She also kept me inspired on MSN with a lovely conversation about the lovely ladies as I wrote it. It's for you, darlin'. :)
I unlock the door to my apartment, arriving home obnoxiously late for the third time this week. It's quiet in the wee hours of the morning; most of the world is sleeping. My heart is heavy and my mind is still racing because of the part that I know is not.
I toss my keys on the counter and begin stripping, leaving a trail of clothes to my bedroom. When I reach my room, I expect it to be deserted, as I left it but find that I am very wrong.
My heart melts and relaxes right where it's intended to be when I move further into the room, and find you on my bed, clutching my pillow tight to your chest. I know you've missed me. I've been neglecting you something terrible with all the focus I've been putting into my job.
That's going to stop right now.
I move closer to your body, so lithe and perfectly unclothed, and take a moment to take you in. Your shapely form is bathed in the moonlight casting in from my window and it makes your skin look even softer than I already know it is. Your hair is fanned out on the pillowcase and I'm sure the pillow itself is soaking in the scent of its blonde softness.
You sigh contentedly in your sleep, and I bring my hand up to my chest and place it over my heart, and I swear I can almost feel what you're dreaming.
I move closer yet, to the foot of the bed. I frown, wanting to wake you up, but I know that you're always cranky when I wake you up in the middle of the night. I grin, an idea suddenly coming to mind and bend down to kiss one of your exposed toes. Your foot twitches and my grin widens.
The sheets are in a messy tangle around your feet and ankles, so I stroke the arch of your foot, and just as I planned, you begin to kick the sheet free, trying to flee from the tickling culprit.
I step quietly to the side of the bed, and gently lay a hand on your side, and sure enough, you roll onto your back toward the warmth. I stifle a laugh as I return to the foot of the bed.
You're so easy.
I ponder for a second how I'm going to get your legs apart, but my worries quickly vanish when they fall open of their own accord.
I gently climb onto the bed, and lie down between your legs, careful not to make the bed dip too much. I lean down and inhale your sweet, musky scent and see that you're glistening a bit. Your dreams must be lustful tonight, and as much as I hate to wake you from that, I'm sure you'd appreciate reality a whole lot more.
I place a kiss on the soft down between your legs before I separate your folds with my tongue, slowly sliding it up to meet your clit. Your taste settles on my tongue and I almost groan, realizing just how much I've missed it, despite only being away from it for merely a week. Your moisture mixes with my saliva and I decide that it's been six days too long.
You begin to stir as I continue to lick you slowly, now avoiding direct contact with your clit so I don't startle you awake. I wrap my lips around your tiny bud and begin to softly suckle you and your hands come up to tangle in my hair.
"Mmm, Liv..." Your voice is deeper and sleep-laden as your long, elegant fingers begin to comb through my short locks.
I grin around your swollen organ and look up at you. Your eyes are hooded and unfocused, and a sleepy smile is now gracing your flawless face.
I add my tongue to create a delicious mix of suction and stimulation, slowly licking and rubbing the way I know you like.
You let out a low moan when I take two fingers and begin to pet you around your opening, not penetrating, just stimulating the nerve endings there.
I lick you slowly, taking my time, dipping my tongue inside you every once in a while to coat my tongue with your essence before moving back up to your clit. I love doing this slowly, sweet sleepy sex, as you like to call it, making you come when you're in your most relaxed state. I draw tiny hearts around your clit, making your moans come faster and louder.
I stop completely, only briefly, to murmur "I love you, Alexandra." and nuzzle your swollen bud with my nose. This gets you, as it does every time. I only use your full name when I want to make sure I have your attention, and by the way you tense, I know I have it. I close my lips around you again, and apply a less gentle suction and your back arches. I rub your clit again with my tongue as I suck a bit harder and you shake as release washes over you and you cry out my name.
I place a gentle kiss on your clit and place my hand where my mouth was, stroking you gently and slide up to close my lips around a nipple, knowing you like to be petted as you come down.
Your body relaxes and I move up to find your lips, slipping my tongue between them to let you taste yourself. You hum into my mouth, your tongue gliding against mine, trying to find my taste beneath yours.
I stretch out beside you and pull you to me before placing your head on my chest. I whisper softly to you, so quietly that it's barely audible. I tell you how much I missed you, how much I love you, and let my voice lull you back to sleep.
Waking you up this way has just made the list of my favorite things to do. Right before I slip into sweet oblivion myself, I hear you whisper that there's no better way to wake up, and that you wouldn't mind me doing that more often. I smile as I drift off, making a mental note to do just that.