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Lemon Meringue Pie #5. Fast and Mango #8. I can't help myself with Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : R (non-graphic sexy times)
Timeframe : 1256
Word Count : ~500
Malt Propt : Valentine's Dance
Falootin gave me a song so perfect it's now on Lyssa's playlist. Thank you! The hard part was coming up with something specific, since it fit them so well.
Rune and Lyssa staggered through the door, their lips working hungrily at each other while Lyssa’s hands played over the buttons of Rune’s shirt and his fought to divest her of the seemingly endless array of blades and leather plates strapped to her body. Metal clattered against the floorboards like rain in their wake as they stumbled across the room.
Lyssa’s back hit the wall, just as Rune tossed aside the last bit of her armor. He thrust a hand beneath her shirt to clutch her breast. She tore the ends of his shirt from his pants to run her hands over his flesh, sending a shudder through him.
He pressed her more firmly to the wall, kissing her forcefully, and she dug her fingers into his ribs with a moan. He could feel the heat radiating from her and pressed closer to her still, the ache to feel even more of her against him overwhelming.
It was intoxicating. It barely took so much as a look anymore before they’d find themselves in this inexorable dance of roaming lips and hands that inevitably led to lying tangled and spent and wondering how the whole thing had come about.
Gasping for breath, he drew back just far enough to speak while he still had the presence of thought to do that much. “What are we doing?”
“Tearing each other’s clothes off. Thought that should be obvious.” She hooked a hand around his neck to pull him back in.
“I meant in a broader sense,” said Rune, between kisses. “What happened to taking it slow?”
“One,” she said, sliding her hand down around his jaw to cradle his cheek and force his eyes even with hers. “I don’t recall agreeing to it. Two,” she added, with a nod to her front. “You’re the one that has me pinned to a wall and your hand up my shirt.”
Rune looked down at the hand still clenched beneath her shirt and weighed throwing her down on the bed against walking away and sighed. “To hell with taking it slow.”
She grinned as his hands slid to her hips to steer her towards the bed.
“Just… tell me one thing. Do you really love me?”
There was a long, heavy pause. Rune stood at the edge of the bed, Lyssa in his arms, waiting for the one word that would send him happily falling with her to the mattress below.
What he got instead was, “Do you really need to ask?”
Rune swallowed hard. He stared at her a moment, wondering what to make of such a response before deciding it didn’t matter.
If she was expecting a clear answer, she’d have to be disappointed as well. Rune met her question with a kiss and a playful push onto the bed and it was a long while before either had anything coherent to say.
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : R (non-graphic sexy times)
Timeframe : 1256
Word Count : ~500
Malt Propt : Valentine's Dance
Falootin gave me a song so perfect it's now on Lyssa's playlist. Thank you! The hard part was coming up with something specific, since it fit them so well.
Rune and Lyssa staggered through the door, their lips working hungrily at each other while Lyssa’s hands played over the buttons of Rune’s shirt and his fought to divest her of the seemingly endless array of blades and leather plates strapped to her body. Metal clattered against the floorboards like rain in their wake as they stumbled across the room.
Lyssa’s back hit the wall, just as Rune tossed aside the last bit of her armor. He thrust a hand beneath her shirt to clutch her breast. She tore the ends of his shirt from his pants to run her hands over his flesh, sending a shudder through him.
He pressed her more firmly to the wall, kissing her forcefully, and she dug her fingers into his ribs with a moan. He could feel the heat radiating from her and pressed closer to her still, the ache to feel even more of her against him overwhelming.
It was intoxicating. It barely took so much as a look anymore before they’d find themselves in this inexorable dance of roaming lips and hands that inevitably led to lying tangled and spent and wondering how the whole thing had come about.
Gasping for breath, he drew back just far enough to speak while he still had the presence of thought to do that much. “What are we doing?”
“Tearing each other’s clothes off. Thought that should be obvious.” She hooked a hand around his neck to pull him back in.
“I meant in a broader sense,” said Rune, between kisses. “What happened to taking it slow?”
“One,” she said, sliding her hand down around his jaw to cradle his cheek and force his eyes even with hers. “I don’t recall agreeing to it. Two,” she added, with a nod to her front. “You’re the one that has me pinned to a wall and your hand up my shirt.”
Rune looked down at the hand still clenched beneath her shirt and weighed throwing her down on the bed against walking away and sighed. “To hell with taking it slow.”
She grinned as his hands slid to her hips to steer her towards the bed.
“Just… tell me one thing. Do you really love me?”
There was a long, heavy pause. Rune stood at the edge of the bed, Lyssa in his arms, waiting for the one word that would send him happily falling with her to the mattress below.
What he got instead was, “Do you really need to ask?”
Rune swallowed hard. He stared at her a moment, wondering what to make of such a response before deciding it didn’t matter.
If she was expecting a clear answer, she’d have to be disappointed as well. Rune met her question with a kiss and a playful push onto the bed and it was a long while before either had anything coherent to say.