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Maple Walnut #9. Tongue Tied with Hot Fudge
Story : knights
Rating : PG-13
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 1294
This started out one prompt and moved to another and another. It was supposed to be chopped nuts smut, and then the lead in was so canon, that I cut the smut before I even got to it and let it go where it wanted to.
Crouched on the floor on hands and knees, Kairn surveyed the sprawling mass of dark, glossy brushstrokes laid over the wood. He rocked back to perch on the balls of his feet, crept to the side, squeezing between the perimeter of the nearest ring and the shelves, overflowing with papers, tools, and bone, that loomed to his rear. He chewed his lip as fingers, curled about the shaft of a paintbrush, swept through the air above the most recently placed arcs.
He greeted the swing of the door with a scowl, kept his back to it as the slap of boots approached. “You’re late.”
No answer. Not like he expected one. Just the continued tread of feet. He could picture the self-satisfied smirk on Sethan’s lips. The steps closed in and Kairn tensed his shoulders and made a show of continuing to examine his lines.
“Studying alone again?” At the sound of Reida’s voice, he all but dropped the brush, scrabbling at the air with both hands as it tumbled and twirled between his fingers.
He clenched hist fist back over the handle and brought it back, as calmly as he could, to his side. “Sethan’s been…busy.”
There was a slow and much too pleased “Mmm-hmm” from over his shoulder, a shuffling of skirts as Reida lowered herself to the floor. “It’s eating you, isn’t it?”
“What is?” He shot her a glare and found her tongue tracing her lip and a gleam in her dark eyes.
“Sethan and your sister.” She finished the remark with a flash of her teeth.
“I didn’t say anything about Shasa.” Kairn set his attention on the brush in his hand, the other fumbling over the floor for the vial of ink.
“Oh, please.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He edged away, the skin along the back of his neck crawling as she leaned nearer.
“You can drop the act.” Her hand closed over his and pulled the brush from his grasp.
“Do you mind?” said Kairn as the brush clattered to the floor. “I was-” Her hand returned, sliding around his own as it hung in the air, squeezing it closed, and his jaw fell.
“I know what he‘s been doing.” Her fingers walked their way up over his wrist. “Touching her.”
“How do you- No one’s supposed to know, but-“
Her other hand hit the floor behind him as the first continued, unperturbed, along his arm, and she swung her chin over his shoulder. “Kissing her.” He flinched at the brush of hot breath on his neck, the press of her body to his back. “Fucking her.”
“Hey!” He jumped, wrenched his arm from her hand, his shoulder slamming into her arm as he pulled away.
Reida grinned, all gleaming teeth and tightly curled lips. “They practically do it right in front of you, don’t they?” she said. “And it’s killing you.”
“It is not.” He scrambled away, ducking around her arm, scuttling across the ring, hands and feet tangled beneath him. “I mean, I’m fine. If they’re happy…”
“Right.” She settled back on the edge of the ring, arms folded, to regard him thoughfully for a moment, her mouth twisting this way and that. “You don’t…join them, do you?”
“I don’t- what? Of course I- The hell kind of sick world are you living in?”
Reida laughed. “You would be too good for that, wouldn’t you?’ Her hand found his arm again and slid, swiftly but gently, up its length. “You know,“ she said, faling back into place at his shoulder, “we could make him jealous. Remind him of all the fun he’s missing. Have a little fun ourselves in the meantime.” The hand darted across his front and made for the laces of his shirt.
Eyes on the fingers that plucked at the strings, Kairn struggled for breath. “What makes you think he’d care?” His voice shook and creaked. “What makes you think I care?” Lips grazed his neck, brushing softly with the first pass, latching on with the second. “Hey!”
“You like that?”
“No!” He swung his arm, swatting the air as she ducked out of the way and made another lunge for his neck. “Stop that! You think I want to hop in bed with you? You scare the piss out of me.”
“And you like it.”
“I- N-no, I don’t!” Despite his flailing at her, the lips returned. “Hey!” She clamped her mouth over the base of his neck and, with a choking gasp, he went rigid.
She pried her lips from him, a hand on his shoulder forcing him round to face her. “You do, don’t you?
“Quit looking at me like that.” He pulled away and found himself quickly up against another bookcase. Reida swung a leg over his, planted a hand to either side of his hips and leaned in with a toothy grin. “What do you think you’re-”
“Kiss me once and tell me you don’t like it.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“Go on.” She pressed closer and Kairn flattened himself against the shelves. “I won’t bite. Or maybe you’d like that better?”
“I’m not going to kiss you.”
“I’m not moving until you do.”
He eyed the arms set to either side of him and thought about throwing her across the room. She leaned in closer still, her hips swinging low over his thighs, breasts nearly pressed to him, and he tensed and shuddered.
Breath hot against his lips, she touched the tip of her nose to his own. “Well?” she said.
He closed his eyes and swung his lips up to meet hers, expecting teeth, expecting venom, pain, something awful. Instead they yielded, soft and wet, eagerly inciting the motion of his own.
Kairn blinked, wrenched his head back, barely remembering in time to mind the shelves behind it, and fixed her with a scowl. “There. See?”
A hand shot up behind him, tugging his head to hers, and her lips were on his again. “Hey!” he protested against the mouth that continued to work forcefully against his own. Reida took the outburst as an invitation to slip her tongue between them.
Kairn swung his arms at the air, squirming beneath her, and finally found the impetus to shove her back. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as she hovered over him, licking her lips.
“What?” said Reida. “You kissed me first.”
“Only because you threatened. Would you get off of me?”
Her grin spread wider for a moment and she swooped in to brush his nose with her lips. “And you liked it,” she said.
“I…I did not,” he said, though it was suddenly hard to look at her. He forced a hand through his hair as he cast his eyes anywhere but her face, holding himself as still as he could, willing no part of himself to touch her. “I thought you wanted Sethan, anyway,” he added as she backed slowly off of him.
“I‘m willing to settle,” she said. “Besides, sometimes I think you might even be more fun.” Reida heaved herself to her feet, tucked her skirt between her fingers, and set to rubbing at a glob of ink with her thumb. “I can think of a few more things you might like.”
“Try them and you’ll get hurt.”
“I’m not opposed to that.”
“What?” Kairn dared to look her way and met with a grin that sent a fresh shudder over him. He shook his head. “You would, wouldn‘t you?”
“For now,” said Reida, reaching out a hand to tousle his hair, “I’ll take the kiss.”
He waited, pressed against the shelves, as she strode for the door. Only when it closed behind her did he let himself slump to the floor with a sigh.
Story : knights
Rating : PG-13
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 1294
This started out one prompt and moved to another and another. It was supposed to be chopped nuts smut, and then the lead in was so canon, that I cut the smut before I even got to it and let it go where it wanted to.
Crouched on the floor on hands and knees, Kairn surveyed the sprawling mass of dark, glossy brushstrokes laid over the wood. He rocked back to perch on the balls of his feet, crept to the side, squeezing between the perimeter of the nearest ring and the shelves, overflowing with papers, tools, and bone, that loomed to his rear. He chewed his lip as fingers, curled about the shaft of a paintbrush, swept through the air above the most recently placed arcs.
He greeted the swing of the door with a scowl, kept his back to it as the slap of boots approached. “You’re late.”
No answer. Not like he expected one. Just the continued tread of feet. He could picture the self-satisfied smirk on Sethan’s lips. The steps closed in and Kairn tensed his shoulders and made a show of continuing to examine his lines.
“Studying alone again?” At the sound of Reida’s voice, he all but dropped the brush, scrabbling at the air with both hands as it tumbled and twirled between his fingers.
He clenched hist fist back over the handle and brought it back, as calmly as he could, to his side. “Sethan’s been…busy.”
There was a slow and much too pleased “Mmm-hmm” from over his shoulder, a shuffling of skirts as Reida lowered herself to the floor. “It’s eating you, isn’t it?”
“What is?” He shot her a glare and found her tongue tracing her lip and a gleam in her dark eyes.
“Sethan and your sister.” She finished the remark with a flash of her teeth.
“I didn’t say anything about Shasa.” Kairn set his attention on the brush in his hand, the other fumbling over the floor for the vial of ink.
“Oh, please.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He edged away, the skin along the back of his neck crawling as she leaned nearer.
“You can drop the act.” Her hand closed over his and pulled the brush from his grasp.
“Do you mind?” said Kairn as the brush clattered to the floor. “I was-” Her hand returned, sliding around his own as it hung in the air, squeezing it closed, and his jaw fell.
“I know what he‘s been doing.” Her fingers walked their way up over his wrist. “Touching her.”
“How do you- No one’s supposed to know, but-“
Her other hand hit the floor behind him as the first continued, unperturbed, along his arm, and she swung her chin over his shoulder. “Kissing her.” He flinched at the brush of hot breath on his neck, the press of her body to his back. “Fucking her.”
“Hey!” He jumped, wrenched his arm from her hand, his shoulder slamming into her arm as he pulled away.
Reida grinned, all gleaming teeth and tightly curled lips. “They practically do it right in front of you, don’t they?” she said. “And it’s killing you.”
“It is not.” He scrambled away, ducking around her arm, scuttling across the ring, hands and feet tangled beneath him. “I mean, I’m fine. If they’re happy…”
“Right.” She settled back on the edge of the ring, arms folded, to regard him thoughfully for a moment, her mouth twisting this way and that. “You don’t…join them, do you?”
“I don’t- what? Of course I- The hell kind of sick world are you living in?”
Reida laughed. “You would be too good for that, wouldn’t you?’ Her hand found his arm again and slid, swiftly but gently, up its length. “You know,“ she said, faling back into place at his shoulder, “we could make him jealous. Remind him of all the fun he’s missing. Have a little fun ourselves in the meantime.” The hand darted across his front and made for the laces of his shirt.
Eyes on the fingers that plucked at the strings, Kairn struggled for breath. “What makes you think he’d care?” His voice shook and creaked. “What makes you think I care?” Lips grazed his neck, brushing softly with the first pass, latching on with the second. “Hey!”
“You like that?”
“No!” He swung his arm, swatting the air as she ducked out of the way and made another lunge for his neck. “Stop that! You think I want to hop in bed with you? You scare the piss out of me.”
“And you like it.”
“I- N-no, I don’t!” Despite his flailing at her, the lips returned. “Hey!” She clamped her mouth over the base of his neck and, with a choking gasp, he went rigid.
She pried her lips from him, a hand on his shoulder forcing him round to face her. “You do, don’t you?
“Quit looking at me like that.” He pulled away and found himself quickly up against another bookcase. Reida swung a leg over his, planted a hand to either side of his hips and leaned in with a toothy grin. “What do you think you’re-”
“Kiss me once and tell me you don’t like it.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“Go on.” She pressed closer and Kairn flattened himself against the shelves. “I won’t bite. Or maybe you’d like that better?”
“I’m not going to kiss you.”
“I’m not moving until you do.”
He eyed the arms set to either side of him and thought about throwing her across the room. She leaned in closer still, her hips swinging low over his thighs, breasts nearly pressed to him, and he tensed and shuddered.
Breath hot against his lips, she touched the tip of her nose to his own. “Well?” she said.
He closed his eyes and swung his lips up to meet hers, expecting teeth, expecting venom, pain, something awful. Instead they yielded, soft and wet, eagerly inciting the motion of his own.
Kairn blinked, wrenched his head back, barely remembering in time to mind the shelves behind it, and fixed her with a scowl. “There. See?”
A hand shot up behind him, tugging his head to hers, and her lips were on his again. “Hey!” he protested against the mouth that continued to work forcefully against his own. Reida took the outburst as an invitation to slip her tongue between them.
Kairn swung his arms at the air, squirming beneath her, and finally found the impetus to shove her back. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as she hovered over him, licking her lips.
“What?” said Reida. “You kissed me first.”
“Only because you threatened. Would you get off of me?”
Her grin spread wider for a moment and she swooped in to brush his nose with her lips. “And you liked it,” she said.
“I…I did not,” he said, though it was suddenly hard to look at her. He forced a hand through his hair as he cast his eyes anywhere but her face, holding himself as still as he could, willing no part of himself to touch her. “I thought you wanted Sethan, anyway,” he added as she backed slowly off of him.
“I‘m willing to settle,” she said. “Besides, sometimes I think you might even be more fun.” Reida heaved herself to her feet, tucked her skirt between her fingers, and set to rubbing at a glob of ink with her thumb. “I can think of a few more things you might like.”
“Try them and you’ll get hurt.”
“I’m not opposed to that.”
“What?” Kairn dared to look her way and met with a grin that sent a fresh shudder over him. He shook his head. “You would, wouldn‘t you?”
“For now,” said Reida, reaching out a hand to tousle his hair, “I’ll take the kiss.”
He waited, pressed against the shelves, as she strode for the door. Only when it closed behind her did he let himself slump to the floor with a sigh.