Lovers 100 : Under You
Title: Under You
Summery: Try and understand, the way I feel under your command…
Prompt: 095. Command
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
James swallowed. “I’m under your command, Sir.” He uttered, voice deathly quiet.
Theodore grinned. He drew back, lounging against the strewn pillows on the bed. He nestled in comfortably, James standing at the foot of the bed.
James looked at him. He licked his dry lips.
Theodore hesitated for a moment longer. “Undress.”
James slowly let his clothing fall to the ground, pooling at his feet. He paused before reaching for his stockings.
“You may leave them.”
James uncurled his back and came to stand up straight, again. He waited for further orders.
Theodore stared, eyes scanning over every curve and line of James’s body, taking him in deep. “Onto the bed.”
James stepped forward, silent as a mouse, with bare feet against the wooden floor, and crawled onto the bed.
“Look at me.”
James raised his eyes. They locked with Theodore’s.
“Come closer…” A slow, sly grin spread across Theodore’s mouth, half-cocked and to one side.
James obediently crawled closer, on hands and knees, now completely nude save for the white silk stockings that rose to his mid-calf.
Theodore reached out and ran the back of two fingers down the length of James’s cheek, down his jaw and chin.
James leaned into the touch, unconsciously letting out a quiet and soft moan. His eyes raised and met Theodore’s, when he realized his reaction.
“Oh you may make all the lovely noises you want, James…” Theodore’s deep voice crooned into his ear, as he stroked the waves of brown hair. He leaned forward and whispered darkly into his ear.
James moved swiftly, agile body flowing with the fluid movements of a predatory cat, though he was the one being stalked.
It was a long time later, when they finally had slaked their lustful desires for the night. They lay together, catching their breath and gazing off into nothingness.
“So, you’re ‘under my command,’ eh?” Theodore wiggled his eyebrows, idly tracing his fingertips back and forth against the curve of James’s shoulder.
James giggled.
“How many times have I told you, you’ve nothing to fear… there’s no need for secrets, from me…”
“I’d hinted, before… about being commanded.”
“Not very strongly.”
“I wanted to wait… until the right moment.” James murmured softly, cheek resting against Theodore’s chest.
“And tonight was that moment?” Theodore asked, quietly.
“Apparently so.” James drummed his fingers against the firm body. “Today was a rather stressful day. It’s even stronger, when I’ve been leading and commanding myself so strongly. To be able to let go, completely…”
“To let someone else take the reins.”
“Yes.”
Summery: Try and understand, the way I feel under your command…
Prompt: 095. Command
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
James swallowed. “I’m under your command, Sir.” He uttered, voice deathly quiet.
Theodore grinned. He drew back, lounging against the strewn pillows on the bed. He nestled in comfortably, James standing at the foot of the bed.
James looked at him. He licked his dry lips.
Theodore hesitated for a moment longer. “Undress.”
James slowly let his clothing fall to the ground, pooling at his feet. He paused before reaching for his stockings.
“You may leave them.”
James uncurled his back and came to stand up straight, again. He waited for further orders.
Theodore stared, eyes scanning over every curve and line of James’s body, taking him in deep. “Onto the bed.”
James stepped forward, silent as a mouse, with bare feet against the wooden floor, and crawled onto the bed.
“Look at me.”
James raised his eyes. They locked with Theodore’s.
“Come closer…” A slow, sly grin spread across Theodore’s mouth, half-cocked and to one side.
James obediently crawled closer, on hands and knees, now completely nude save for the white silk stockings that rose to his mid-calf.
Theodore reached out and ran the back of two fingers down the length of James’s cheek, down his jaw and chin.
James leaned into the touch, unconsciously letting out a quiet and soft moan. His eyes raised and met Theodore’s, when he realized his reaction.
“Oh you may make all the lovely noises you want, James…” Theodore’s deep voice crooned into his ear, as he stroked the waves of brown hair. He leaned forward and whispered darkly into his ear.
James moved swiftly, agile body flowing with the fluid movements of a predatory cat, though he was the one being stalked.
It was a long time later, when they finally had slaked their lustful desires for the night. They lay together, catching their breath and gazing off into nothingness.
“So, you’re ‘under my command,’ eh?” Theodore wiggled his eyebrows, idly tracing his fingertips back and forth against the curve of James’s shoulder.
James giggled.
“How many times have I told you, you’ve nothing to fear… there’s no need for secrets, from me…”
“I’d hinted, before… about being commanded.”
“Not very strongly.”
“I wanted to wait… until the right moment.” James murmured softly, cheek resting against Theodore’s chest.
“And tonight was that moment?” Theodore asked, quietly.
“Apparently so.” James drummed his fingers against the firm body. “Today was a rather stressful day. It’s even stronger, when I’ve been leading and commanding myself so strongly. To be able to let go, completely…”
“To let someone else take the reins.”
“Yes.”