ER FIC :: "Blind Trust" [Kerry/Elizabeth, NC17]
Title: Blind Trust
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Elizabeth/Kerry, ER
Date: 29 June 2009
Word Count: 810
Written for:
Prompt: June 2009, kitchen
Summary: Elizabeth likes it when Kerry's experimental side comes out.
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Website: http://www.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we’ll see…
Disclaimer: “ER”, the characters and situations depicted are the property of Warner Bros. Television, Amblin Entertainment, Constant C Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. This site is in no way affiliated with "ER", NBC, or any representatives of the actors. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
"Blind Trust"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Trust me," she murmurs and nips at my earlobe before slipping the scarf over my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I smile and lean back into the nest of pillows she's made for me, shifting to get more comfortable. "Like I could do anything else, Kerry," I tease lightly, keenly aware that I am utterly at her mercy. My god, but that's a heady sensation!
She shifts slightly and I'm hyperaware of her thighs straddling my waist. I want nothing more than to flip her over and ravish her senseless. But I won't. I promised I'd play along with her ideas tonight. It's not often she has that look in her eye when sending me off to work for the day, or makes me swear to surrender to her upon returning home.
"Still with me, Liz?" Her lips are close enough to practically taste the chocolate on her breath. When I nod, swallowing thickly, she chuckles. "Good. Open up."
Without hesitation, my lips part, and I'm rewarded with a chunk of banana dripping with chocolate sauce. This is quickly followed by all of my favorite fruits, liberally covered in that yummy sauce. I can feel her arousal sliding against my stomach and moan softly, but resist the urge to pull her closer, hands gently kneading her thighs.
"Problems?" she asks in a husky tone.
It takes a couple of tries to get my voice to actually work. "What do you think? I'm starving…"
Her answering chuckle sends a bolt of need through me. Damn her for suggesting this. And damn me for agreeing to it!
"Damn, I forgot something," she mutters, shifting to get off the bed. "Don't move, I'll be right back."
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, stretching languidly.
"And don't you dare touch yourself either!"
I won't deny that the thought had crossed my mind. But I'll be good and do as she's asked. I'm curious what she forgot and mentally go through the fruits she's already fed me. I can't think of anything she might have forgotten. I'm not sure how much time has passed when she comes back, but she does sound a bit breathless. Maybe one of the kids woke up and needed her for a moment. But thoughts of our children quickly fade away as she climbs back onto the bed to straddle my waist.
"Miss me?"
"Always," I murmur, leaning up just enough to press a quick kiss to her lips. "So what did you forget?"
"You'll see," she replies mysteriously, pressing the strawberry to my mouth.
Another strawberry follows this first, then she presses a piece of banana to my lips, but it's not covered in chocolate. It tastes… Oh my god! She didn't! Okay, that did it. I don't care what I promised, this changes everything. One hand pulls the scarf off as the other grabs her wrist; meeting her gaze, I can see the flush of recent orgasm coloring her cheeks.
"You are an evil tease, Kerry Weaver," I growl, flipping her over onto her back. "I've half a mind to tie you up to this bed and just leave you there while I grab your favorite toy and have a good fuck all by myself."
The shameless wench doesn't even bother to apologize, just stares up at me from under her lashes; there is sin and promise in those eyes. She knows damned well that I can't easily say no to those eyes and mean it for long. With a long-suffering sigh, I reach for the bowl of chocolate and trace a path of chocolate across my chest, from nipple to nipple. Kerry just stares up at me without moving.
"Well?"
"Well what, Liz?" Her voice holds a note of innocence that is completely and utterly false.
"Come and clean me up? This was eventually what you were going to do, isn't it?"
Kerry grins and pushes me back into the pillows before attaching her lips to one of my nipples. She takes her time licking and sucking the slick confection from my skin until I'm practically beside myself with want again and groan loudly. Kerry's knowing chuckle vibrates against my sensitive nipple ; one of her hands snakes down to slip between my legs, fingers moving unerringly until I muffle the scream of release with my fist. And she doesn't stop until a second and third orgasm have ripped through my body.
"You just rest for a couple minutes, love," she murmurs against my temple. "I'll go put everything away and be right back."
A tired noise of assent passes my lips as my eyes flutter shut. I feel lonely without her close, but I know she'll be back soon enough. And if I don't have the energy to exact my revenge when she comes back, I'll make her a promise that it will definitely happen. And soon, too.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Elizabeth/Kerry, ER
Date: 29 June 2009
Word Count: 810
Written for:
Prompt: June 2009, kitchen
Summary: Elizabeth likes it when Kerry's experimental side comes out.
Warnings: Loving, long-term lesbian relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it…
Website: http://www.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we’ll see…
Disclaimer: “ER”, the characters and situations depicted are the property of Warner Bros. Television, Amblin Entertainment, Constant C Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. This site is in no way affiliated with "ER", NBC, or any representatives of the actors. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
"Blind Trust"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Trust me," she murmurs and nips at my earlobe before slipping the scarf over my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I smile and lean back into the nest of pillows she's made for me, shifting to get more comfortable. "Like I could do anything else, Kerry," I tease lightly, keenly aware that I am utterly at her mercy. My god, but that's a heady sensation!
She shifts slightly and I'm hyperaware of her thighs straddling my waist. I want nothing more than to flip her over and ravish her senseless. But I won't. I promised I'd play along with her ideas tonight. It's not often she has that look in her eye when sending me off to work for the day, or makes me swear to surrender to her upon returning home.
"Still with me, Liz?" Her lips are close enough to practically taste the chocolate on her breath. When I nod, swallowing thickly, she chuckles. "Good. Open up."
Without hesitation, my lips part, and I'm rewarded with a chunk of banana dripping with chocolate sauce. This is quickly followed by all of my favorite fruits, liberally covered in that yummy sauce. I can feel her arousal sliding against my stomach and moan softly, but resist the urge to pull her closer, hands gently kneading her thighs.
"Problems?" she asks in a husky tone.
It takes a couple of tries to get my voice to actually work. "What do you think? I'm starving…"
Her answering chuckle sends a bolt of need through me. Damn her for suggesting this. And damn me for agreeing to it!
"Damn, I forgot something," she mutters, shifting to get off the bed. "Don't move, I'll be right back."
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, stretching languidly.
"And don't you dare touch yourself either!"
I won't deny that the thought had crossed my mind. But I'll be good and do as she's asked. I'm curious what she forgot and mentally go through the fruits she's already fed me. I can't think of anything she might have forgotten. I'm not sure how much time has passed when she comes back, but she does sound a bit breathless. Maybe one of the kids woke up and needed her for a moment. But thoughts of our children quickly fade away as she climbs back onto the bed to straddle my waist.
"Miss me?"
"Always," I murmur, leaning up just enough to press a quick kiss to her lips. "So what did you forget?"
"You'll see," she replies mysteriously, pressing the strawberry to my mouth.
Another strawberry follows this first, then she presses a piece of banana to my lips, but it's not covered in chocolate. It tastes… Oh my god! She didn't! Okay, that did it. I don't care what I promised, this changes everything. One hand pulls the scarf off as the other grabs her wrist; meeting her gaze, I can see the flush of recent orgasm coloring her cheeks.
"You are an evil tease, Kerry Weaver," I growl, flipping her over onto her back. "I've half a mind to tie you up to this bed and just leave you there while I grab your favorite toy and have a good fuck all by myself."
The shameless wench doesn't even bother to apologize, just stares up at me from under her lashes; there is sin and promise in those eyes. She knows damned well that I can't easily say no to those eyes and mean it for long. With a long-suffering sigh, I reach for the bowl of chocolate and trace a path of chocolate across my chest, from nipple to nipple. Kerry just stares up at me without moving.
"Well?"
"Well what, Liz?" Her voice holds a note of innocence that is completely and utterly false.
"Come and clean me up? This was eventually what you were going to do, isn't it?"
Kerry grins and pushes me back into the pillows before attaching her lips to one of my nipples. She takes her time licking and sucking the slick confection from my skin until I'm practically beside myself with want again and groan loudly. Kerry's knowing chuckle vibrates against my sensitive nipple ; one of her hands snakes down to slip between my legs, fingers moving unerringly until I muffle the scream of release with my fist. And she doesn't stop until a second and third orgasm have ripped through my body.
"You just rest for a couple minutes, love," she murmurs against my temple. "I'll go put everything away and be right back."
A tired noise of assent passes my lips as my eyes flutter shut. I feel lonely without her close, but I know she'll be back soon enough. And if I don't have the energy to exact my revenge when she comes back, I'll make her a promise that it will definitely happen. And soon, too.