smut remix!
Author:
hi_falootin
Story: Sub Rosa by slysionnachnano
Prompt: Milk & Honey 1. wine and roses
+ Malt (shake-remix) + Milkshake + Chopped Nuts (alt ending) + Cookie Crumbs
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1969
Notes: A remix of "Lace", with Del instead of Kyith. So Del/Ros! OTP But still with lingerie.
He'd left it on the bed, neatly folded in the box between layers of tissue. Ros gets a present. And...smut ♥!
He'd left it on the bed, neatly folded in the box between layers of tissue. Quite the gift, Ros thought, swallowing hard as she removed it from the box, the satin so soft and insubstantial she feared it would snag on the roughness of her palms.
She held it up in front of her: a golden nightgown trimmed with lace. The neckline would plunge low between her breasts. The hem would hit her at mid-thigh, if she was lucky.
It wasn't hard to see why her husband had chosen this particular gift, and that thought alone was embarrassing enough to make her drop the nighty on the bed and rush into the kitchen for the bottle of elven wine they'd neglected to finish the night before.
She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it at her vanity, the whole time watching the garment as if it might rise from the bed and attack her.
Silly. She was being silly.
She swirled the last swallow around in her glass then set it back down, determined. Delano would be home soon, and if he really wanted to see her in this questionable get-up...
"Enn damnit," she muttered.
She stripped off her day clothes quickly, before she could change her mind, and pulled the nightgown over her head. It fit. Of course it fit. She turned to face the mirror, smoothing her hands over the fabric that clung to her stomach and thighs. A bit tighter than she would have liked, but she'd have to give Delano credit for knowing her measurements.
Stepping closer to the mirror, she untucked her hair from the straps of the nightgown and tried to fluff her limp black locks with her fingers. There was a decorative comb on the vanity-another gift from her husband, whose taste for such finery would always exceed her own-and she used it to twist a piece of hair up behind her ear. There, that looked a little better. She downed the last drink of wine and then checked her teeth in the mirror.
She looked just all right. Maybe a little upstaged between the gold-flecked comb in her hair and the bright satin of the nightdress. She yanked open a drawer of the vanity and felt around for lipstick and rouge. She applied the makeup gracelessly, but after much blotting, she decided it was a marked improvement. She still felt a bit like a goose that had been dolled up to look like a swan but with any luck, Delano wouldn't think so.
The front door slammed open and her heart leapt into her throat. She jumped to her feet and ran to close the bedroom door.
"Rosalin?" His voice echoed through the house. "I've brought you something."
"I'm, um-just a second!" She dashed back to the mirror, smoothing down the nightgown again, adjusting her breasts in its flimsy cups. One of her legs had started to shake, and she pressed her equally shaky hands to it, willing it to stop. She could hear Delano's footsteps down the hall.
"Rosalin, are you quite alright?" he asked, closer now to bedroom.
She ran back to the door, throwing her full weight against it. "I'm fine!" she called through the door.
The knob jiggled then, but she managed to grab it. "Ros? Is the door locked?"
"I-I'm not dressed!"
Ear pressed to the wood, she waited for him to answer.
"You found my present," Delano said finally; she could practically hear him grinning.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face. Maybe she could have skipped the rouge. The doorknob moved again against her hand.
"Ros..." His voice low, but still playful. "Come on. Let me in."
"I'm not sure I want you to see," she said, struggling to keep the door closed.
"I'm sure you look lovely," he said. Then he sighed. The doorknob stopped moving and she heard the creak of the floor as he took a step back. "But if you're...dissatisfied, I won't insist."
"I'm not-" She stopped herself mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes. She kept her ear to the door.
"It was a warm day today." He sounded conversational, still standing right outside the bedroom door. "I don't believe I really needed this jacket. Yes, it's much nicer without. Pity, my shirt seems a bit soaked through. I suppose I'll have to take this off to be laundered. And these pants are rather heavy wool, so..."
Ros's mouth dropped open. Was Delano actually standing there undressing, right in the middle of the house? She pulled the door open, just wide enough for Delano-who, to her disappointment was still fully clothed-to catch it and step into the bedroom.
"Got you," he said. He was smiling now, looking her up and down. His gaze settled at her plunging neckline for a moment, then crept lower to her bare thighs. "As predicted, Ros, you look...exquisite."
Despite the overwhelming rush of embarrassment and stupidity she was feeling, Ros managed to roll her eyes.
"For you," Delano said, and she noticed for the first time he was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Um, thanks." She crossed her arms at her middle. "Should we put those in some water?"
"It can wait."
He crossed the room in three long strides and set the flowers on the vanity, pausing when he noticed the wine glass "Have you been drinking?"
"Just, um..." She took a step forward, suddenly conscious of the sway of her hips as the satin moved against her skin. "Just what was left from last night."
"Shall we open another bottle?" He turned, watching her stand there with her arms pressed tight under her breasts. "You seem...nervous."
"I'm fine." She waited for her leg to start shaking again, but it didn't.
He came back over to her, laying his hands on her shoulders. His thumbs rested against her collarbone. "This...really does suit you, you know."
Ros almost laughed, but Del was distracting her, trailing one hand down her side until he reached her thigh.
"You didn't like the garters?"
"What?"
"They were in the box."
"Oh, I..." Ros felt herself blushing again as his fingers crept up under the hem of the nightie. "I missed them somehow."
"That's all right." He ducked his head, lips brushing against her throat. "We can save them for another time."
The backs of her knees connected with the bed and she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, yanking hard when hand found her, bare, under the nightgown.
She let him lower her to the bed, lay her on her back. He disappeared from view, kneeling down between her legs. She could only see the crown of his head, the dark part in his white hair, as he nudged her knees apart. It almost made her blush: him just looking at her, laid open like that. It still seemed strange that Delano-who himself looked like he'd stepped from a painting, like a god with his shirt off-would treat her body, which she often figured as average, with such reverence.
She balled her hands into fists while his thumbs rubbed circles against the flesh of her thighs, drew in a breath when he pressed a kiss to her knee, slid his mouth up her leg then stopped, just short of where she'd like it to go. Then his lips were on her other knee. Again, the slow drag of his mouth across her skin...
She squirmed, an unsatisfied pulse and throb between her legs. "Hey..."
He rose up, smiling slightly. "Yes?"
"Don't tease me."
"Hm..." His hand found her finally, fingers easing between her dry outer lips and teasing her apart. "As you wish."
Her head fell back against the bedspread, comb a sudden sharp point against her skull. She reached up and yanked it loose, just as Delano was lifting one of her knees. The comb fell from her hand when he slid a finger inside her. She coud feel her body clenching down around it, shivers playing up and down her spine. His other hand was gripping her thigh, tight enough to be almost painful, as he pressed another finger inside her, stroking and twisting until she gasped, curling her toes.
She flailed one hand out to find his shoulder, finding purchase on the rough lapel of his jacket. "You're..." She sucked in her breath. "A little overdressed, don't you think?"
He made a sound of agreement, fingers sliding free with a wet little pop. Standing, he shucked off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head. Ros reached out for him, eager to relieve him of his pants, but he was pulling loose the ties himself.
He climbed on top of her and she lifted her arms so he could pull the flimsy nightgown over her head. He tossed it aside, reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts, draw the nipple into his mouth. She pulled at his hair with a little close-mouthed moan. Managed to tug him up for a kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach, then rubbing just a little lower as he shifted, pulled back.
His lilac eyes cast down in concentration, he guided himself with a hand to rub against her opening, spreading her slick over the crown of his hardened member then easing it into her with small, jerky thrusts until he was inside her to the hilt.
Sighing, she lifted her legs higher. The bed creaked as he began to move, gentle incomplete thrusts she found frustrating, caught herself making small, needy noises. Something was building up inside her, but slow, too slow and she whined through her teeth, grabbing at his hips. He gseized one of her legs under the knee, lifting it to get a better angle.
"Enn," she gasped as he pressed deeper inside her, brushing hard against the spot that made her clench around him, made her eyes fly open. He started thrusting faster as she stared up dumbly at the ceiling, the pleasure swelling up in her stomach, creeping out to the rest of her body in a series of shivers.
She rocked with his thrusts, muscles starting clench until her whole body went rigid and tight, almost forcing him out. Back of her head pressed to the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. The first wave of her orgasm ripped through her, had her shuddering and gulping air while he slammed into her, harder than before, drawing a sharp, animal noise from her lips. Then it was over, and he was coming too, quiet, her name on his lips as he pushed inside her one last time. The waves subsided and she felt herself still pulsing around him as he let go of her leg, dropped his sweaty face to her neck.
He said her name fondly, weight settling on top of her for a second before he rolled off, slipping out of her. Eyes closed, he reached back for her and she gladly obliged, letting him wrap her in his arms.
And...well, he didn't appear to be moving. Ros looked up at his face, slack and peaceful. Impossibly handsome, damn elf. She supposed she'd keep him, even if he wasn't one for post-coital conversation.
Sighing, she played with a piece of his hair. Oh well-they were still honey-mooners. Naps in the early evening were par for the course. She snuggled up against Delano's chest and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.
It was only a matter of time before Ardre would come home and bang on the bedroom door demanding dinner.
Though it was Delano's turn to cook, so he might have to wait.
* * *
YEAH, I DON'T KNOW WHY HE FELL ASLEEP!
Thanks for letting me play with your characters, Sly ;) And um, if anyone caught some tense changes let me know...I think I got most of them, but I've been really bad with that lately.
hi_falootin
Story: Sub Rosa by slysionnachnano
Prompt: Milk & Honey 1. wine and roses
+ Malt (shake-remix) + Milkshake + Chopped Nuts (alt ending) + Cookie Crumbs
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1969
Notes: A remix of "Lace", with Del instead of Kyith. So Del/Ros! OTP But still with lingerie.
He'd left it on the bed, neatly folded in the box between layers of tissue. Ros gets a present. And...smut ♥!
He'd left it on the bed, neatly folded in the box between layers of tissue. Quite the gift, Ros thought, swallowing hard as she removed it from the box, the satin so soft and insubstantial she feared it would snag on the roughness of her palms.
She held it up in front of her: a golden nightgown trimmed with lace. The neckline would plunge low between her breasts. The hem would hit her at mid-thigh, if she was lucky.
It wasn't hard to see why her husband had chosen this particular gift, and that thought alone was embarrassing enough to make her drop the nighty on the bed and rush into the kitchen for the bottle of elven wine they'd neglected to finish the night before.
She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it at her vanity, the whole time watching the garment as if it might rise from the bed and attack her.
Silly. She was being silly.
She swirled the last swallow around in her glass then set it back down, determined. Delano would be home soon, and if he really wanted to see her in this questionable get-up...
"Enn damnit," she muttered.
She stripped off her day clothes quickly, before she could change her mind, and pulled the nightgown over her head. It fit. Of course it fit. She turned to face the mirror, smoothing her hands over the fabric that clung to her stomach and thighs. A bit tighter than she would have liked, but she'd have to give Delano credit for knowing her measurements.
Stepping closer to the mirror, she untucked her hair from the straps of the nightgown and tried to fluff her limp black locks with her fingers. There was a decorative comb on the vanity-another gift from her husband, whose taste for such finery would always exceed her own-and she used it to twist a piece of hair up behind her ear. There, that looked a little better. She downed the last drink of wine and then checked her teeth in the mirror.
She looked just all right. Maybe a little upstaged between the gold-flecked comb in her hair and the bright satin of the nightdress. She yanked open a drawer of the vanity and felt around for lipstick and rouge. She applied the makeup gracelessly, but after much blotting, she decided it was a marked improvement. She still felt a bit like a goose that had been dolled up to look like a swan but with any luck, Delano wouldn't think so.
The front door slammed open and her heart leapt into her throat. She jumped to her feet and ran to close the bedroom door.
"Rosalin?" His voice echoed through the house. "I've brought you something."
"I'm, um-just a second!" She dashed back to the mirror, smoothing down the nightgown again, adjusting her breasts in its flimsy cups. One of her legs had started to shake, and she pressed her equally shaky hands to it, willing it to stop. She could hear Delano's footsteps down the hall.
"Rosalin, are you quite alright?" he asked, closer now to bedroom.
She ran back to the door, throwing her full weight against it. "I'm fine!" she called through the door.
The knob jiggled then, but she managed to grab it. "Ros? Is the door locked?"
"I-I'm not dressed!"
Ear pressed to the wood, she waited for him to answer.
"You found my present," Delano said finally; she could practically hear him grinning.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face. Maybe she could have skipped the rouge. The doorknob moved again against her hand.
"Ros..." His voice low, but still playful. "Come on. Let me in."
"I'm not sure I want you to see," she said, struggling to keep the door closed.
"I'm sure you look lovely," he said. Then he sighed. The doorknob stopped moving and she heard the creak of the floor as he took a step back. "But if you're...dissatisfied, I won't insist."
"I'm not-" She stopped herself mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes. She kept her ear to the door.
"It was a warm day today." He sounded conversational, still standing right outside the bedroom door. "I don't believe I really needed this jacket. Yes, it's much nicer without. Pity, my shirt seems a bit soaked through. I suppose I'll have to take this off to be laundered. And these pants are rather heavy wool, so..."
Ros's mouth dropped open. Was Delano actually standing there undressing, right in the middle of the house? She pulled the door open, just wide enough for Delano-who, to her disappointment was still fully clothed-to catch it and step into the bedroom.
"Got you," he said. He was smiling now, looking her up and down. His gaze settled at her plunging neckline for a moment, then crept lower to her bare thighs. "As predicted, Ros, you look...exquisite."
Despite the overwhelming rush of embarrassment and stupidity she was feeling, Ros managed to roll her eyes.
"For you," Delano said, and she noticed for the first time he was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Um, thanks." She crossed her arms at her middle. "Should we put those in some water?"
"It can wait."
He crossed the room in three long strides and set the flowers on the vanity, pausing when he noticed the wine glass "Have you been drinking?"
"Just, um..." She took a step forward, suddenly conscious of the sway of her hips as the satin moved against her skin. "Just what was left from last night."
"Shall we open another bottle?" He turned, watching her stand there with her arms pressed tight under her breasts. "You seem...nervous."
"I'm fine." She waited for her leg to start shaking again, but it didn't.
He came back over to her, laying his hands on her shoulders. His thumbs rested against her collarbone. "This...really does suit you, you know."
Ros almost laughed, but Del was distracting her, trailing one hand down her side until he reached her thigh.
"You didn't like the garters?"
"What?"
"They were in the box."
"Oh, I..." Ros felt herself blushing again as his fingers crept up under the hem of the nightie. "I missed them somehow."
"That's all right." He ducked his head, lips brushing against her throat. "We can save them for another time."
The backs of her knees connected with the bed and she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, yanking hard when hand found her, bare, under the nightgown.
She let him lower her to the bed, lay her on her back. He disappeared from view, kneeling down between her legs. She could only see the crown of his head, the dark part in his white hair, as he nudged her knees apart. It almost made her blush: him just looking at her, laid open like that. It still seemed strange that Delano-who himself looked like he'd stepped from a painting, like a god with his shirt off-would treat her body, which she often figured as average, with such reverence.
She balled her hands into fists while his thumbs rubbed circles against the flesh of her thighs, drew in a breath when he pressed a kiss to her knee, slid his mouth up her leg then stopped, just short of where she'd like it to go. Then his lips were on her other knee. Again, the slow drag of his mouth across her skin...
She squirmed, an unsatisfied pulse and throb between her legs. "Hey..."
He rose up, smiling slightly. "Yes?"
"Don't tease me."
"Hm..." His hand found her finally, fingers easing between her dry outer lips and teasing her apart. "As you wish."
Her head fell back against the bedspread, comb a sudden sharp point against her skull. She reached up and yanked it loose, just as Delano was lifting one of her knees. The comb fell from her hand when he slid a finger inside her. She coud feel her body clenching down around it, shivers playing up and down her spine. His other hand was gripping her thigh, tight enough to be almost painful, as he pressed another finger inside her, stroking and twisting until she gasped, curling her toes.
She flailed one hand out to find his shoulder, finding purchase on the rough lapel of his jacket. "You're..." She sucked in her breath. "A little overdressed, don't you think?"
He made a sound of agreement, fingers sliding free with a wet little pop. Standing, he shucked off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head. Ros reached out for him, eager to relieve him of his pants, but he was pulling loose the ties himself.
He climbed on top of her and she lifted her arms so he could pull the flimsy nightgown over her head. He tossed it aside, reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts, draw the nipple into his mouth. She pulled at his hair with a little close-mouthed moan. Managed to tug him up for a kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach, then rubbing just a little lower as he shifted, pulled back.
His lilac eyes cast down in concentration, he guided himself with a hand to rub against her opening, spreading her slick over the crown of his hardened member then easing it into her with small, jerky thrusts until he was inside her to the hilt.
Sighing, she lifted her legs higher. The bed creaked as he began to move, gentle incomplete thrusts she found frustrating, caught herself making small, needy noises. Something was building up inside her, but slow, too slow and she whined through her teeth, grabbing at his hips. He gseized one of her legs under the knee, lifting it to get a better angle.
"Enn," she gasped as he pressed deeper inside her, brushing hard against the spot that made her clench around him, made her eyes fly open. He started thrusting faster as she stared up dumbly at the ceiling, the pleasure swelling up in her stomach, creeping out to the rest of her body in a series of shivers.
She rocked with his thrusts, muscles starting clench until her whole body went rigid and tight, almost forcing him out. Back of her head pressed to the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. The first wave of her orgasm ripped through her, had her shuddering and gulping air while he slammed into her, harder than before, drawing a sharp, animal noise from her lips. Then it was over, and he was coming too, quiet, her name on his lips as he pushed inside her one last time. The waves subsided and she felt herself still pulsing around him as he let go of her leg, dropped his sweaty face to her neck.
He said her name fondly, weight settling on top of her for a second before he rolled off, slipping out of her. Eyes closed, he reached back for her and she gladly obliged, letting him wrap her in his arms.
And...well, he didn't appear to be moving. Ros looked up at his face, slack and peaceful. Impossibly handsome, damn elf. She supposed she'd keep him, even if he wasn't one for post-coital conversation.
Sighing, she played with a piece of his hair. Oh well-they were still honey-mooners. Naps in the early evening were par for the course. She snuggled up against Delano's chest and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.
It was only a matter of time before Ardre would come home and bang on the bedroom door demanding dinner.
Though it was Delano's turn to cook, so he might have to wait.
* * *
YEAH, I DON'T KNOW WHY HE FELL ASLEEP!
Thanks for letting me play with your characters, Sly ;) And um, if anyone caught some tense changes let me know...I think I got most of them, but I've been really bad with that lately.