Fic: Written My Life On Your Skin - NC-17 - John/Mary
Title: Written My Life On Your Skin
Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: John/Mary
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: If John and Mary belonged to me, they would still be happily married and My Boys would have a mama. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley. My wife. I just... yeah. I am so lucky.
Summary: John's fingers whisper incantations against Mary's flesh
A/N: kink_bingo prompt: Writing on the Body. Fic One in a series of Five.
Mary stretches out on her stomach, creamy skin lying against soft cotton sheets. The bed is big, bigger than she's ever been in before, and she sighs as she spreads her legs apart trying to touch the bottom corners of it. Her toes don't reach and that's the sweetest thing in all the world at this moment in time. With this big bed all to herself, Mary takes up the entire mattress. She pulls the covers up over her bottom half, closing her eyes and drifting off to the sound of John in the shower.
She's dreaming of pretty things; of angels, fields of flowers, and golden sunlight filtered through trees; when she feels something soft skate across her back. Mary cracks her eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting a silver swath across the floor near the window. The air is moist, fragrant, the bathroom door open and letting the afterthoughts of a shower bleed into the bedroom. Mary takes a deep breath and smells soap, and just the faintest hint of leather. She can't see John, but she knows his scent, she knows the feel of his hands, his lips, and Mary closes her eyes again, letting herself focus on his gentle touch.
Mary shifts just slightly as John traces his finger over her shoulder in a looping motion. She knows the words he's tracing onto her skin, names and verbs, secrets shared between the two of them. John sweeps his fingers down and hooks them into the sheet, pulling the covers off of Mary's back. The cool air sends a shiver across her skin and Mary starts to roll onto her side. John presses his palm flat against the small of her back, effectively holding her in place.
Mary relaxes against the mattress and turns her head back over her shoulder. John is caught in shadow, the curve of his back and the bend of his neck silhouetted against the plain white wall of the bedroom. Mary watches his finger skim up her back until her neck starts to ache from the angle. She rests her head back on the pillow as John begins to draw. The words he paints across her back burn deep into flesh, tingle through her soul and make her dizzy with need.
Mary tries to shift up into John's touch, but he holds her down, his left hand resting on her hip. His fingers barely skim over her skin as he draws the words of a prayer down her side. There's a warmth pooling in Mary's belly, an ache that rests between her legs and takes over her motions.
John lowers himself over Mary's back, half on the mattress, half pressed against Mary, and swirls his finger down the outside of Mary's thigh. The word makes her shiver with want. John's body is holding her in place, keeping her tethered to the bed, to the earth.
John's fingers whisper incantations against Mary's flesh: Mary, sharp points and smooth circles; John, all soft loops and feather-light touch; Love, a breath of emotion pressed into her soul; Need, a flame of passion written across her back; Want, just as deep as Need but more gentle; Beautiful, poetic and smooth like the flutter of butterfly wings; Mother, a wellspring into her womb; Grace, a fluid benediction against her heart; Blessed, an absolution against her soul; Angel, a sublime dulia uttered in love and reverence and holiness.
Mary reaches back and takes a hold of John's hand. Pulling it to her lips, Mary kisses John's palm, tracing her tongue over his finger and smiling when he groans behind her. John shifts, wrapping an arm under Mary's neck and pressing his chest against her back. Mary traces her lips over the tip of John's finger before sucking it into her mouth. John pulls Mary closer, his cock sliding between her open thighs. Mary presses back against John's chest and lets go of his hand. John slides his finger free of her lips and traces it down to Mary's breast.
Mary moans as John cups her breast, pinching her nipple and twisting it between his wet fingertip and thumb. Mary slides her hand down her body, opening her legs further and reaching between them to take a hold on John's cock. John bucks into her hand and Mary guides his cock into her. The slide is smooth and easy, John's cock hard and leaking pre-come, Mary wet and wanting. John pulls Mary back against him, not a breath of air between their bodies.
They stay like that for a moment, still, deep inside each other, breathing heavy, skin to skin. Then John starts to move, long, slow thrusts that pull the breath out of Mary as he rocks her against the bed. John pulls Mary's leg over his, slides his hand down her body and slips a finger inside her along side his cock. Mary gasps, bucking her hips and biting down on her lip. John pulls his finger out and starts to trace tight circles over her clit.
Mary meets John's thrusts, her breathing getting deeper, the release building at the base of her spine. John is deep. He's so deep inside her that Mary thinks maybe their bodies have melded together. His fingers work magic over her clit, pulling little, breathy moans from her throat. John, moving behind her, breathes harsh against her ear, bites down on her shoulder and whispers her name, "Mary."
Mary tries to get closer, tries to pull John deeper, "John. Oh, baby. John." Her words are lost in his breath against her neck, the sweat slicking their bodies. John thrusts deep and goes still, buried as deep as he can get, and applies the tiniest bit of pressure against Mary's clit. Mary rocks her hips, but John stays still and deep, the only movement his fingers on her tender trigger.
Mary feels the heat build and explode up her spine. She gasps as her muscles tense and relax, head swimming with sweet release. Her orgasm spills through her and she sighs John's name. John starts his slow, deep movements again before she's through and the new movement renews the pleasure, prolonging her orgasm for just a few more seconds. John moves in time with her spasms, and when he comes, Mary holds him deep, pulsing around him.
John stays inside her, relaxes against her back and starts placing gentle kisses against her shoulder and neck. Mary pulls his arms around her, holding him close, wrapped around and inside her body. John pries one of his hands free and writes I love you across Mary's heart as he whispers it into her ear.
Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: John/Mary
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: If John and Mary belonged to me, they would still be happily married and My Boys would have a mama. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley. My wife. I just... yeah. I am so lucky.
Summary: John's fingers whisper incantations against Mary's flesh
A/N: kink_bingo prompt: Writing on the Body. Fic One in a series of Five.
Mary stretches out on her stomach, creamy skin lying against soft cotton sheets. The bed is big, bigger than she's ever been in before, and she sighs as she spreads her legs apart trying to touch the bottom corners of it. Her toes don't reach and that's the sweetest thing in all the world at this moment in time. With this big bed all to herself, Mary takes up the entire mattress. She pulls the covers up over her bottom half, closing her eyes and drifting off to the sound of John in the shower.
She's dreaming of pretty things; of angels, fields of flowers, and golden sunlight filtered through trees; when she feels something soft skate across her back. Mary cracks her eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting a silver swath across the floor near the window. The air is moist, fragrant, the bathroom door open and letting the afterthoughts of a shower bleed into the bedroom. Mary takes a deep breath and smells soap, and just the faintest hint of leather. She can't see John, but she knows his scent, she knows the feel of his hands, his lips, and Mary closes her eyes again, letting herself focus on his gentle touch.
Mary shifts just slightly as John traces his finger over her shoulder in a looping motion. She knows the words he's tracing onto her skin, names and verbs, secrets shared between the two of them. John sweeps his fingers down and hooks them into the sheet, pulling the covers off of Mary's back. The cool air sends a shiver across her skin and Mary starts to roll onto her side. John presses his palm flat against the small of her back, effectively holding her in place.
Mary relaxes against the mattress and turns her head back over her shoulder. John is caught in shadow, the curve of his back and the bend of his neck silhouetted against the plain white wall of the bedroom. Mary watches his finger skim up her back until her neck starts to ache from the angle. She rests her head back on the pillow as John begins to draw. The words he paints across her back burn deep into flesh, tingle through her soul and make her dizzy with need.
Mary tries to shift up into John's touch, but he holds her down, his left hand resting on her hip. His fingers barely skim over her skin as he draws the words of a prayer down her side. There's a warmth pooling in Mary's belly, an ache that rests between her legs and takes over her motions.
John lowers himself over Mary's back, half on the mattress, half pressed against Mary, and swirls his finger down the outside of Mary's thigh. The word makes her shiver with want. John's body is holding her in place, keeping her tethered to the bed, to the earth.
John's fingers whisper incantations against Mary's flesh: Mary, sharp points and smooth circles; John, all soft loops and feather-light touch; Love, a breath of emotion pressed into her soul; Need, a flame of passion written across her back; Want, just as deep as Need but more gentle; Beautiful, poetic and smooth like the flutter of butterfly wings; Mother, a wellspring into her womb; Grace, a fluid benediction against her heart; Blessed, an absolution against her soul; Angel, a sublime dulia uttered in love and reverence and holiness.
Mary reaches back and takes a hold of John's hand. Pulling it to her lips, Mary kisses John's palm, tracing her tongue over his finger and smiling when he groans behind her. John shifts, wrapping an arm under Mary's neck and pressing his chest against her back. Mary traces her lips over the tip of John's finger before sucking it into her mouth. John pulls Mary closer, his cock sliding between her open thighs. Mary presses back against John's chest and lets go of his hand. John slides his finger free of her lips and traces it down to Mary's breast.
Mary moans as John cups her breast, pinching her nipple and twisting it between his wet fingertip and thumb. Mary slides her hand down her body, opening her legs further and reaching between them to take a hold on John's cock. John bucks into her hand and Mary guides his cock into her. The slide is smooth and easy, John's cock hard and leaking pre-come, Mary wet and wanting. John pulls Mary back against him, not a breath of air between their bodies.
They stay like that for a moment, still, deep inside each other, breathing heavy, skin to skin. Then John starts to move, long, slow thrusts that pull the breath out of Mary as he rocks her against the bed. John pulls Mary's leg over his, slides his hand down her body and slips a finger inside her along side his cock. Mary gasps, bucking her hips and biting down on her lip. John pulls his finger out and starts to trace tight circles over her clit.
Mary meets John's thrusts, her breathing getting deeper, the release building at the base of her spine. John is deep. He's so deep inside her that Mary thinks maybe their bodies have melded together. His fingers work magic over her clit, pulling little, breathy moans from her throat. John, moving behind her, breathes harsh against her ear, bites down on her shoulder and whispers her name, "Mary."
Mary tries to get closer, tries to pull John deeper, "John. Oh, baby. John." Her words are lost in his breath against her neck, the sweat slicking their bodies. John thrusts deep and goes still, buried as deep as he can get, and applies the tiniest bit of pressure against Mary's clit. Mary rocks her hips, but John stays still and deep, the only movement his fingers on her tender trigger.
Mary feels the heat build and explode up her spine. She gasps as her muscles tense and relax, head swimming with sweet release. Her orgasm spills through her and she sighs John's name. John starts his slow, deep movements again before she's through and the new movement renews the pleasure, prolonging her orgasm for just a few more seconds. John moves in time with her spasms, and when he comes, Mary holds him deep, pulsing around him.
John stays inside her, relaxes against her back and starts placing gentle kisses against her shoulder and neck. Mary pulls his arms around her, holding him close, wrapped around and inside her body. John pries one of his hands free and writes I love you across Mary's heart as he whispers it into her ear.