fic: Cut The Lights, rating: Brown Cortina
Title: Cut The Lights
Author: totallywow
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 1,534 words
Pairing: Ruth/Annie, Annie/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own Life on Mars, or any of the characters, unfortunately.
Summary: Ruth made her way upwards, softly biting and licking
A/N: PWP femmeslash with explicit references to Sam/Annie. That may squick you but I promise that there's no incest. Thankyou to
dorsetgirl for her beta and help.
*
There was a constant flickering of candles, every time, and Annie always found it more distracting than sensual. What if they got carried away and knocked a candle over, a huge fire taking over the house? After the first couple of liaisons, which followed the most innocent door-to-door enquiry, being a shoulder to cry on, several bottles of wine and a need Annie wasn’t aware she had, she managed to tempt Ruth into having just one or two on top of the drawers, burning brightly, well away from the covers and sheets and hot limbs sprawled across the bed.
However, it was beautiful and had created a strange sense of far-away daydreaming pleasure, the moving light and soft feel of clean sheets against Annie’s skin making her feel so calm yet out of control. Annie suspected it must feel like being on some sort of drug. She was sometimes surprised to find this was real with a real-life woman exploring her body and urging her to return the favour, her eyes dark in the teasing flame but full of passion and desire that burnt brighter than a thousand candles.
*
Ruth stroked Annie’s thighs teasingly, long slim fingers working their way upwards and Annie arched, moaning, as they worked in circles on her inner thighs and a soft tongue joined them, kissing and licking until they had met their target. Annie spread her legs wider, silently urging her on. She was desperate to feel that mouth and that tongue that were only a minute ago crashing upon hers, sucking and pushing hard, as Ruth furiously kissed her lips. Slowly Ruth made her way upwards, softly biting and licking before she pushed a finger inside of Annie easily; making her moan loudly and push back down, wanting more.
Annie grabbed for long blonde hair that was tickling her thighs, and she held on tightly, until their eyes met and Ruth licked her lips.
Annie squeezed around the two fingers moving inside her; Ruth’s thumb joined them as she rubbed Annie’s clit and made her gasp.
“Oh, God, please.”
Ruth withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to taste the woman beneath her, making Annie bite her lip and moan, writhing with need. She pushed herself up, held onto slim hips, shocked by how turned on she was by the curve of breasts and shapely thighs compared to her usual type of bedroom partner.
She thought of Sam. Obviously he was a man but he had a small frame, soft pink lips and let loose high-pitched moans as he arched beneath her hands, rather than her writhing underneath him. She was always in control with Sam sexually. He loved it. Annie had no real preference herself. It was only until Ruth wrapped her wrists in silk, pulling with such force it left her with dents and marks on her wrists for days, or held her down as she made her come so hard with her mouth or her hand, watching Annie intensely, that Annie realised she quite like relinquishing the control and letting Ruth take over.
Annie’s eyes couldn’t stop roaming and seeking: her hands following them until she could feel Ruth’s wetness and warm, slightly wet fingers on her breasts, cupping and stroking over her nipples, a breathy and distinctly female voice urging her to thrust harder, more, to touch her there.
Annie complied, and felt Ruth tighten, so she pushed herself up even closer to her naked partner and carefully slid another finger inside, like she would when she was frustrated and alone and desperate to feel. She copied Ruth’s actions from before and how she would usually bring herself off: stroking Ruth’s clit, building up a rhythm before frantically thrusting and feeling surges of arousal herself as Ruth became wetter and tighter and hotter, her moans becoming rapidly louder and whimpers escaped from her ever-parted lips as Annie brought her off with her hands. Annie could tell Ruth was about to orgasm when she opened her eyes and whimpered, grinding herself further down onto Annie.
Ruth shuddered and bucked underneath Annie’s hands as she finally came, strands of hair stuck to her face, shaking and moving as Annie withdrew her fingers once she felt Ruth relax. Annie smiled, pleased with her ability to make Ruth come like that. She felt full of confidence as she sucked her fingers clean of the sweet tangy taste as if they were something else entirely, closing her eyes and moaning.
“Mmmm… you taste amazing”
Ruth kissed her softly, tasting herself.
“Lie down.”
Annie obeyed, eager to receive her reward, blissfully aware of Ruth resuming to focus on her. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Ruth kissed down her throat, softly, to her breasts; cupping them and feeling the heat that was radiating from Annie in waves, biting and marking her stomach with tiny nips, getting harder as she found Annie’s hipbone.
Annie gasped and Ruth looked up, grinning wickedly, and lapping up at the tiny blood droplets forming as the teeth marks became apparent.
“Mine” she says softly. “You see that, sweetheart?”
“I’m not going to forget for a while, am I?”
Ruth pushed her lips up against the small wound, kissing it better, turned on at the thought of having Annie all to herself, even if it was for just a short while.
*
Sam was the only man who’d ever brought Annie to climax with his mouth, rather than go straight for the sex. He enjoyed it and Annie had no complaints whatsoever. Whenever she rose off the bed and could see him, he’d be thrusting against the sheets with a rock-hard cock as she got wetter and wetter, even though she hadn’t touched him yet. It was certainly different to have a man that could get off solely through pleasuring her.
But it wasn’t Sam that made her quite literally see stars, blinding flashes of colour, as she came with her hands wrapped in long soft hair, pushing the talented tongue further inside her or on her clit. It could be the excitement of having a stranger promise dirty things as they ran fingertips down her leg, or that it was a woman and it was forbidden, that forced tears in her eyes as she exploded with desperate moans.
She relished every moment of her time with Ruth. Of course guilt whipped at her when she would return to Sam or greet him in the morning with a kiss. He always looked so happy to see her. Being with Ruth felt like a dream. Things like these snatched hours of passion with a blonde woman and naked breasts - they didn’t really happen. Annie would only see Ruth in the daylight as she opened the door to welcome her inside and that was almost enough to make her run away: but the dark bedroom with its alluring scent and burning of Ruth’s chosen candles was too beautiful to walk away from.
Annie was brought back into the present by Ruth giving a particularly vigorous pull on her clit, pushing inside her roughly.
“Come for me, Annie.”
Annie brought her hands away from Ruth’s head, touched herself, and Ruth sucked hard with powerful determination. Annie came with one long groan, rather her usual constant stream of begging and gasping, and Ruth lapped at her juices placing a gentle kiss upon the recent wound on her hip and again on her stomach.
“Oh my God. Oh my God” Annie breathed out, huffing and puffing, colour flooding her cheeks.
Ruth grinned and kissed her shoulder.
“I wish we could do this more often, don’t you?”
Annie turned on her side. “Of course I do.”
Ruth brushed Annie’s brown curls away, stroking carefully, her eyes still dark in the dim light.
“I suppose you’ll be goin’ back to your boyfriend tonight.”
Annie wasn’t sure if Ruth was upset or amused by that fact. She liked to think you can tell a lot about a person by their eyes, but Ruth’s were deceiving in the darkness.
“Yes, well, you’ve got a son to think about.”
She felt Ruth’s smile on her skin. “Yeah, I have. You should meet him some time.”
Something twisted in Annie’s stomach, making her feel slightly ill. She was sleeping with Ruth and that was all. It felt entirely wrong to bond with her child and the coincidence of the name, Sam Tyler, made her feel worse for her betrayal of her supposed boyfriend.
Ruth laughed.
“I know what you’re thinking. Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned him… don’t worry yerself.” Before Annie could protest Ruth kissed her.
“Stay with me” she murmured against Annie’s still flushed cheeks.
“We’ve both got to leave” Annie said, but she could happily remain here in long slim arms.
“Just for a little while” Ruth whispered, and Annie wriggled out of her grasp. Ten more minutes couldn’t possibly hurt. She got out the covers, naked, and blew out all the candles so that there was nothing to bring her back to reality. Right now, there was no work, no Sam and no pressure: just skin and lips and silk guiding her into a warm bed and a warmer embrace.
*
Author: totallywow
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 1,534 words
Pairing: Ruth/Annie, Annie/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own Life on Mars, or any of the characters, unfortunately.
Summary: Ruth made her way upwards, softly biting and licking
A/N: PWP femmeslash with explicit references to Sam/Annie. That may squick you but I promise that there's no incest. Thankyou to
dorsetgirl for her beta and help.
*
There was a constant flickering of candles, every time, and Annie always found it more distracting than sensual. What if they got carried away and knocked a candle over, a huge fire taking over the house? After the first couple of liaisons, which followed the most innocent door-to-door enquiry, being a shoulder to cry on, several bottles of wine and a need Annie wasn’t aware she had, she managed to tempt Ruth into having just one or two on top of the drawers, burning brightly, well away from the covers and sheets and hot limbs sprawled across the bed.
However, it was beautiful and had created a strange sense of far-away daydreaming pleasure, the moving light and soft feel of clean sheets against Annie’s skin making her feel so calm yet out of control. Annie suspected it must feel like being on some sort of drug. She was sometimes surprised to find this was real with a real-life woman exploring her body and urging her to return the favour, her eyes dark in the teasing flame but full of passion and desire that burnt brighter than a thousand candles.
*
Ruth stroked Annie’s thighs teasingly, long slim fingers working their way upwards and Annie arched, moaning, as they worked in circles on her inner thighs and a soft tongue joined them, kissing and licking until they had met their target. Annie spread her legs wider, silently urging her on. She was desperate to feel that mouth and that tongue that were only a minute ago crashing upon hers, sucking and pushing hard, as Ruth furiously kissed her lips. Slowly Ruth made her way upwards, softly biting and licking before she pushed a finger inside of Annie easily; making her moan loudly and push back down, wanting more.
Annie grabbed for long blonde hair that was tickling her thighs, and she held on tightly, until their eyes met and Ruth licked her lips.
Annie squeezed around the two fingers moving inside her; Ruth’s thumb joined them as she rubbed Annie’s clit and made her gasp.
“Oh, God, please.”
Ruth withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to taste the woman beneath her, making Annie bite her lip and moan, writhing with need. She pushed herself up, held onto slim hips, shocked by how turned on she was by the curve of breasts and shapely thighs compared to her usual type of bedroom partner.
She thought of Sam. Obviously he was a man but he had a small frame, soft pink lips and let loose high-pitched moans as he arched beneath her hands, rather than her writhing underneath him. She was always in control with Sam sexually. He loved it. Annie had no real preference herself. It was only until Ruth wrapped her wrists in silk, pulling with such force it left her with dents and marks on her wrists for days, or held her down as she made her come so hard with her mouth or her hand, watching Annie intensely, that Annie realised she quite like relinquishing the control and letting Ruth take over.
Annie’s eyes couldn’t stop roaming and seeking: her hands following them until she could feel Ruth’s wetness and warm, slightly wet fingers on her breasts, cupping and stroking over her nipples, a breathy and distinctly female voice urging her to thrust harder, more, to touch her there.
Annie complied, and felt Ruth tighten, so she pushed herself up even closer to her naked partner and carefully slid another finger inside, like she would when she was frustrated and alone and desperate to feel. She copied Ruth’s actions from before and how she would usually bring herself off: stroking Ruth’s clit, building up a rhythm before frantically thrusting and feeling surges of arousal herself as Ruth became wetter and tighter and hotter, her moans becoming rapidly louder and whimpers escaped from her ever-parted lips as Annie brought her off with her hands. Annie could tell Ruth was about to orgasm when she opened her eyes and whimpered, grinding herself further down onto Annie.
Ruth shuddered and bucked underneath Annie’s hands as she finally came, strands of hair stuck to her face, shaking and moving as Annie withdrew her fingers once she felt Ruth relax. Annie smiled, pleased with her ability to make Ruth come like that. She felt full of confidence as she sucked her fingers clean of the sweet tangy taste as if they were something else entirely, closing her eyes and moaning.
“Mmmm… you taste amazing”
Ruth kissed her softly, tasting herself.
“Lie down.”
Annie obeyed, eager to receive her reward, blissfully aware of Ruth resuming to focus on her. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Ruth kissed down her throat, softly, to her breasts; cupping them and feeling the heat that was radiating from Annie in waves, biting and marking her stomach with tiny nips, getting harder as she found Annie’s hipbone.
Annie gasped and Ruth looked up, grinning wickedly, and lapping up at the tiny blood droplets forming as the teeth marks became apparent.
“Mine” she says softly. “You see that, sweetheart?”
“I’m not going to forget for a while, am I?”
Ruth pushed her lips up against the small wound, kissing it better, turned on at the thought of having Annie all to herself, even if it was for just a short while.
*
Sam was the only man who’d ever brought Annie to climax with his mouth, rather than go straight for the sex. He enjoyed it and Annie had no complaints whatsoever. Whenever she rose off the bed and could see him, he’d be thrusting against the sheets with a rock-hard cock as she got wetter and wetter, even though she hadn’t touched him yet. It was certainly different to have a man that could get off solely through pleasuring her.
But it wasn’t Sam that made her quite literally see stars, blinding flashes of colour, as she came with her hands wrapped in long soft hair, pushing the talented tongue further inside her or on her clit. It could be the excitement of having a stranger promise dirty things as they ran fingertips down her leg, or that it was a woman and it was forbidden, that forced tears in her eyes as she exploded with desperate moans.
She relished every moment of her time with Ruth. Of course guilt whipped at her when she would return to Sam or greet him in the morning with a kiss. He always looked so happy to see her. Being with Ruth felt like a dream. Things like these snatched hours of passion with a blonde woman and naked breasts - they didn’t really happen. Annie would only see Ruth in the daylight as she opened the door to welcome her inside and that was almost enough to make her run away: but the dark bedroom with its alluring scent and burning of Ruth’s chosen candles was too beautiful to walk away from.
Annie was brought back into the present by Ruth giving a particularly vigorous pull on her clit, pushing inside her roughly.
“Come for me, Annie.”
Annie brought her hands away from Ruth’s head, touched herself, and Ruth sucked hard with powerful determination. Annie came with one long groan, rather her usual constant stream of begging and gasping, and Ruth lapped at her juices placing a gentle kiss upon the recent wound on her hip and again on her stomach.
“Oh my God. Oh my God” Annie breathed out, huffing and puffing, colour flooding her cheeks.
Ruth grinned and kissed her shoulder.
“I wish we could do this more often, don’t you?”
Annie turned on her side. “Of course I do.”
Ruth brushed Annie’s brown curls away, stroking carefully, her eyes still dark in the dim light.
“I suppose you’ll be goin’ back to your boyfriend tonight.”
Annie wasn’t sure if Ruth was upset or amused by that fact. She liked to think you can tell a lot about a person by their eyes, but Ruth’s were deceiving in the darkness.
“Yes, well, you’ve got a son to think about.”
She felt Ruth’s smile on her skin. “Yeah, I have. You should meet him some time.”
Something twisted in Annie’s stomach, making her feel slightly ill. She was sleeping with Ruth and that was all. It felt entirely wrong to bond with her child and the coincidence of the name, Sam Tyler, made her feel worse for her betrayal of her supposed boyfriend.
Ruth laughed.
“I know what you’re thinking. Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned him… don’t worry yerself.” Before Annie could protest Ruth kissed her.
“Stay with me” she murmured against Annie’s still flushed cheeks.
“We’ve both got to leave” Annie said, but she could happily remain here in long slim arms.
“Just for a little while” Ruth whispered, and Annie wriggled out of her grasp. Ten more minutes couldn’t possibly hurt. She got out the covers, naked, and blew out all the candles so that there was nothing to bring her back to reality. Right now, there was no work, no Sam and no pressure: just skin and lips and silk guiding her into a warm bed and a warmer embrace.
*