Title: Crescendo
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: basically just some PWP ;-)
Word Count: 4,95
Author’s Notes: Done for
rubber_glue for her
help_japan bid. Still not really confident with NC-17 fics but hopefully you enjoy this little number. Thanks to
mydoctortennant &
elegantpaws for looking this over for me, love ya girls <3
I would also to take this opportunity to point out I am taking part it the
helpthesouth bid's as well. Doing the same sort of thing, differnt lenght drabbles for every bidder depening on the ammount donated. So if you're intrested please drop on by <3
HERE Thanks.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Gwen whispered, stealing a glance at the curtain, the only thing concealing them from view.
Arthur, face buried into the crook of her neck, grumbled an unintelligible reply sending vibrations up and down her body. Despite her fears about being caught, Gwen did nothing to stop the events transpiring between them; she wanted it too much.
Tongue swirling around her pulse point, Arthur grazed his teeth gently across the skin causing shivers of delight to course through her veins. Gwen’s arousal was growing with every heart beat and the evidence of Arthur’s was already pressing against her, making both of them moan. Raising a knee, she slowly rubbed his erection through the material of his britches. Shuddering, Arthur thrust forward into her touch with a deep growl that went right through Gwen causing the warm glow of desire to flare inside her.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Gwen murmured into his warm lips; but then proceeded to contradict her words by tugging at his shirt. Arthur smirked into the embrace, Gwen slapped him playfully on the shoulder and both let out a chuckle.
Shirt discarded, Gwen’s slender fingers roamed freely across the naked flesh of his abdomen eliciting deep groans of approval. Feeling Arthur’s muscles contract, Gwen ran her tongue over her bottom lip. There was now a pool of arousal between her thighs.
Slipping a hand under her dress, Arthur hitched it up revealing the silky skin beneath. Drawing patterns into her thigh Arthur deliberately avoided the area in need of the most attention, much to Gwen’s chagrin. Thrusting forward, Gwen tried to manipulate his movements whilst planting desperate kisses to any part of Arthur’s skin she could reach, neck, shoulder, lips.
Bringing his fingers inches away from her entrance, the sticky sweetness just falling under his touch Arthur then wound them back down her leg once more, continuing to tease her. Gwen could take no more.
Splaying her hands across his shoulder blades she pulled him closer, spreading her legs wider apart and forcefully manoeuvring him between them.
“I need you.” Pleading, on a panted breath, Gwen rubbed herself against his length. The tone in her voice broke Arthur’s resolve and in one swift movement Arthur released himself, kicking himself free of the material. Grabbing Gwen’s other leg he lifted her completely off the floor and pressed her up against the cold rough stone. Automatically, Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist clinging on tightly.
Arthur paused at her entrance; Gwen groaned in frustration and bucked forward.
“You don’t have to ask permission every time. This is the hundredth time we’ve done this; we’re well past that point, okay?”
Arthur’s lips tugged upwards.
“God I love you.”
Slamming his lips on hers, Arthur captured her moan of pleasure in his mouth as he plunged into the depths of her warmth. Within a few strokes both came undone; reaching climax in a shared crescendo of all consuming pleasure.