Afterglow
Title: Afterglow
Author:
mina_kat9
Rating: NC-17
Claim (+ additional character(s)): Alex Eames (w/ other)
Warning: n/a
Summary: A quiet morning (Note, I'm taking a decidedly AU approach for this claim. So don't freak. Or, do, 'cause it's pretty freaky, really.)
She flopped back onto the bed and put her hand over her eyes. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and her chest heaved with every labored breath. She ran her hand over her belly and breasts, smiling when the thin welts stung as the salty fluid on her fingers connected with raw flesh. He hadn't been particularly brutal with her. God knew he'd been rougher before and would be rougher again. This was just a little tumble before they left for work.
She watched him climb from the bed and pad slowly to the bathroom. He was shaking his head, muttering about how his quiet little wake up kiss had led them to such debauchery. Laughing, she tossed a pillow at him, hitting his ass just as he walked into the bathroom. He chucked it back at her and closed the door behind him, still shaking his head.
Running her hand back down her belly, she sighed contentedly. Her stomach muscles hurt, her breasts ached, her inner thighs were raw, and her cunt just plain hurt. She'd bruise in places she didn't expect from his fingers digging into her. The memory of his mouth on her before he'd entered her made her moan softly.
He came out to find she'd rolled onto her side, her head on her folded hands and her eyes closed. She'd be late if he didn't wake her soon, but somehow he didn't have the heart. He leaned down and kissed her hair gently before going to get dressed. Mickey could call her later, after he'd left for his own meeting. He'd much rather remember her lying peacefully in their bed wearing nothing but the smile brought on by their coupling.
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Author:
mina_kat9
Rating: NC-17
Claim (+ additional character(s)): Alex Eames (w/ other)
Warning: n/a
Summary: A quiet morning (Note, I'm taking a decidedly AU approach for this claim. So don't freak. Or, do, 'cause it's pretty freaky, really.)
She flopped back onto the bed and put her hand over her eyes. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and her chest heaved with every labored breath. She ran her hand over her belly and breasts, smiling when the thin welts stung as the salty fluid on her fingers connected with raw flesh. He hadn't been particularly brutal with her. God knew he'd been rougher before and would be rougher again. This was just a little tumble before they left for work.
She watched him climb from the bed and pad slowly to the bathroom. He was shaking his head, muttering about how his quiet little wake up kiss had led them to such debauchery. Laughing, she tossed a pillow at him, hitting his ass just as he walked into the bathroom. He chucked it back at her and closed the door behind him, still shaking his head.
Running her hand back down her belly, she sighed contentedly. Her stomach muscles hurt, her breasts ached, her inner thighs were raw, and her cunt just plain hurt. She'd bruise in places she didn't expect from his fingers digging into her. The memory of his mouth on her before he'd entered her made her moan softly.
He came out to find she'd rolled onto her side, her head on her folded hands and her eyes closed. She'd be late if he didn't wake her soon, but somehow he didn't have the heart. He leaned down and kissed her hair gently before going to get dressed. Mickey could call her later, after he'd left for his own meeting. He'd much rather remember her lying peacefully in their bed wearing nothing but the smile brought on by their coupling.
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