Technique
Title: Technique
Fandom: Fray / Avatar the last Airbender / apharsites
Characters: Melaka Fray, Prince
Prompt: 28 Flavours of Mel: #27: Well-shagged Mel
Word Count: 222
Rating: 18
Author's Notes: A gift for amurderofcrows
“Guh.”
She can hear the smirk even though she has no inclination to lift her head up to see it. The way his breath alters when he makes it. That hint of self-satisfaction. That’s well on its way to being genuine confidence. And that is almost better than…
“Guh.”
It’s a chuckle now, soft and low, and the warmth of it dances over the expanded curve of her belly, amused and comforting, adoring and secure. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Guh.”
A slightly louder chuckle fades away rapidly, and there it is again. Tongues of heat, too gentle to be flame, but no less intense for that. Devotion and desire and passion and need. Caressing her, embracing, worshipping her. More than she deserves…
“Guh.”
“Heh.” And now she can feel him shifting, settling down on to his elbows, making himself even more comfortable than he was already. And then it’s back again.
“Guh…”
And then she doesn’t even have the vocabulary for that anymore. Not for at least a minute, rocking against the blankets, eyes rolling up for what’s not even the third time tonight. Shuddering uncontrollably -over and over and over - completely at his mercy. Until eventually she collapses back into the blankets again.
“Guh.”
He’s chuckling again. That bastard. He’s going to keep this up all night, isn’t he?
Fandom: Fray / Avatar the last Airbender / apharsites
Characters: Melaka Fray, Prince
Prompt: 28 Flavours of Mel: #27: Well-shagged Mel
Word Count: 222
Rating: 18
Author's Notes: A gift for amurderofcrows
“Guh.”
She can hear the smirk even though she has no inclination to lift her head up to see it. The way his breath alters when he makes it. That hint of self-satisfaction. That’s well on its way to being genuine confidence. And that is almost better than…
“Guh.”
It’s a chuckle now, soft and low, and the warmth of it dances over the expanded curve of her belly, amused and comforting, adoring and secure. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Guh.”
A slightly louder chuckle fades away rapidly, and there it is again. Tongues of heat, too gentle to be flame, but no less intense for that. Devotion and desire and passion and need. Caressing her, embracing, worshipping her. More than she deserves…
“Guh.”
“Heh.” And now she can feel him shifting, settling down on to his elbows, making himself even more comfortable than he was already. And then it’s back again.
“Guh…”
And then she doesn’t even have the vocabulary for that anymore. Not for at least a minute, rocking against the blankets, eyes rolling up for what’s not even the third time tonight. Shuddering uncontrollably -over and over and over - completely at his mercy. Until eventually she collapses back into the blankets again.
“Guh.”
He’s chuckling again. That bastard. He’s going to keep this up all night, isn’t he?