Strawberry Smut
Strawberry #26. Rug
Rating : NC-17 (explicit sex)
Timeframe : winter 1255
Word Count : 1438
I'm noticing a trend... Every time I write smut, it's at Sly's request. And I'm always terribly late at fulfilling it! Not that I mind writing it at all, and Lyssa much appreciates that this time it isn't about Ski. ;)
2 more Strawberry to go!
Rune hugged the thick folds of his robe tightly around his frame, cringing with every step, as bare feet met frigid wood. He padded down the empty hallway towards the kitchen.
The sharp crackle of flames drifted from the common room, though little in the way of heat accompanied the sound. Rune paused at the doorway, wondering if Lyssa had thought to put on any water. With a shrug, he ducked through the door. If nothing else, it was bound to be warmer than the rest of the house.
He came to a halt just a few short steps into the room. There was a fire in the hearth, sure enough, a leaping, rolling blaze, that cast its churning glow over the room and, more notably, over the bare figure reclining before it.
Lyssa tipped her head in his direction, pale shoulders flexing beneath sheets of copper. Shadows danced over her form as her hand slid from the swell of her hip and disappeared from view. Rune blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open. A grin spread across her lips in response.
Rune sputtered a moment before collecting himself. “I take it I’m a bit late to see the others off,” he said. “At least, I rather hope I am.” Laughter sent soft ripples down her frame and he nearly choked just trying to draw breath.
“Relax,” she said. “They’re long gone.” A crease passed momentarily over her brow, fading as quickly as it had come. “I’ve never known anyone to spend so much time in the bath. I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you.”
“It was too cold to get out,” said Rune
Her grin widened. “I could warm you up.”
“Just looking at you is making me colder.” He forced his hands deeper into the folds of his robe as if to prove it.
“Suit yourself,” said Lyssa. She rolled herself slowly over, flexing her shoulders and arching her back so that her breasts caught the full effect of the firelight as they came into view. She closed her eyes and settled back against the floor, head in her hands, red hair fanning all around, twining in the fur of the rug.
Rune’s jaw dropped once more, his eyes fixed on smooth flesh bathed in the ruddy glow. “Well, when you put it that way,” he said, his feet carrying him forward before he realized he’d commanded them to do so. Lyssa opened an eye briefly and the corners of her lips curled upward again.
His feet reached the rug and he curled his toes in the soft fur, his skin tingling at even the slight warmth it provided. Lyssa held her position, her only movement the slow and steady heave of breath.
Rune dropped to his knees, one hand planted to either side of her, and leaned in close enough to feel the soft flow of breath against his face. Lyssa’s lips twitched and her lashes fluttered as she struggled to hold her eyes shut. Rune closed his own and brought his lips to hers.
She kissed him fiercely, and her hands closed over his shoulders. He let out a moan as her tongue pressed its way between his lips. Lyssa dug her fingers into the folds of the cloth and peeled it from his back. His breath caught in his throat as cold air bit his skin.
Rune pulled sharply away and Lyssa frowned as she fell back against the rug. He made a grab for the neck of the robe she still clutched in both hands. Lyssa’s dark eyes narrowed and Rune winced as the cloth lurched down his back.
“Lyssa!” he said, or tried to amidst the clatter of his teeth.
She let loose of the garment with one hand to lay a finger to his trembling lips. “Shhh.”
“Lyssa, I’m freez-”
Her palm replaced her finger, silencing him. “Give me a moment,” she said. A flicker passed through the dark depths of her eyes and the flames leapt in response.
There was a tug on his belt, and when her hand fell away to make room for her lips, he found himself obligingly slipping his arms from the sleeves. Every hair stood on end as warm, fuzzy cloth gave way to icy air. He pressed his palms back into the rug, fingers clawing at the fibers, as if he could draw its warmth into the rest of him, and shifted closer to the fire. Lyssa slid a hand over his back, the heat of her touch stinging his cold flesh. He closed his eyes and pulled at her lips, the taste of her nearly enough to distract him from the chill.
Rune tensed as the robe landed in a heap beside them and Lyssa’s hand dipped to cup his now bare behind. He felt her lips curl into a grin beneath his and he kissed her with renewed force. Pressing closer, as much for warmth as for contact, he brought a knee between her legs. She let them fall open, inviting him closer still, her tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.
Her hand tightened its hold, the other clamping itself over a shoulder. Rune bucked his hips, blindly seeking her out. “Mmm-mm.” She shied away and shook her head.
Blinking, he pulled back for breath. “Huh?”
Lyssa grinned. Her fingers bit into his flesh. Rune only had a moment to ponder the gleam that flickered across her eyes, and then he was on his back, in a shallow bed of thick fur, staring up into them instead of the other way around.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I said I’d warm you up.” He eyed the finger that traced its lazy way over his collarbone and down the center of his chest.
“You’re not thinking what I think you’re-” She grinned, her palm settling over his heart. “Lyssa, you’ll bur-” Words died as an unnatural warmth flowed from her hand into his flesh. “Oh, Lyssa,” he murmured, as heat seeped beneath his skin and wound its way through his body.
“You were saying?”
“More,” said Rune, straining to find a voice to speak at all.
Her lips joined her hand, scattering bursts of warmth along his chest. And then she was straddling him. His hand slid through her hair, down her back, traced her ribs, cupped her breast, while hers continued to work their magic on him. She murmured her approval and he pressed his hand more firmly to her. The other he hooked beneath her chin to draw her lips back to his. Her hand continued over him, spreading its intoxicating heat and he groaned as it angled lower and lower.
“I want you,” she said. The only response Rune could manage was a moan.
Lyssa’s hand fell away. He tensed and she straightened herself, the dancing flames echoed in her eyes, exhultation on her lips, as she bore down on him. Her full weight came crashing into him, her warmth enveloping him, and he gasped and choked for breath. Lyssa threw back her head and voiced a deep sigh as she repeated the motion.
Rune braced himself against the floor, one hand tracing the pattern of shadow and light the flames cast over her curves, and fought to keep pace with her movements. He came far too soon, clutching at the rug with white knuckles as Lyssa continued to try to knock the wind out of him. Uncertain where he found the breath to do so, he called her name again and again.
Lyssa slowed her rhythm, her lips curling into a grin as she leaned in close. “Yes, love?”
Rune gulped the air, searching for his voice. He brought a trembling hand to her cheek. “You, my dear,” he said, sliding his thumb over soft skin, “are amazing.”
Her eyes gleamed. The fire quivered. “I’m.” Her lips brushed his neck. “Not.” He shivered as her tongue joined them. “Done with you yet.” She nipped at his ear.
“Oh?”
“Not even close,” she said, nuzzling agaist his neck.
Rune shifted and stretched as best as he could beneath her. “Can we take this to the bedroom then?”
Her tongue grazed his skin again and her hand slid back over his chest. “Not still cold, are you?” she asked, palm poised over his heart.
“No, just a little stiff.”
Lyssa drew back. The fire flickered as she shook her head. “You, my dear, are something else,” she said with a tap of her finger against his nose. “But I love you.”
“Love you too.” Rune laughed. “So, my room then?”
Another shake of her head. “Sure.”
Rating : NC-17 (explicit sex)
Timeframe : winter 1255
Word Count : 1438
I'm noticing a trend... Every time I write smut, it's at Sly's request. And I'm always terribly late at fulfilling it! Not that I mind writing it at all, and Lyssa much appreciates that this time it isn't about Ski. ;)
2 more Strawberry to go!
Rune hugged the thick folds of his robe tightly around his frame, cringing with every step, as bare feet met frigid wood. He padded down the empty hallway towards the kitchen.
The sharp crackle of flames drifted from the common room, though little in the way of heat accompanied the sound. Rune paused at the doorway, wondering if Lyssa had thought to put on any water. With a shrug, he ducked through the door. If nothing else, it was bound to be warmer than the rest of the house.
He came to a halt just a few short steps into the room. There was a fire in the hearth, sure enough, a leaping, rolling blaze, that cast its churning glow over the room and, more notably, over the bare figure reclining before it.
Lyssa tipped her head in his direction, pale shoulders flexing beneath sheets of copper. Shadows danced over her form as her hand slid from the swell of her hip and disappeared from view. Rune blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open. A grin spread across her lips in response.
Rune sputtered a moment before collecting himself. “I take it I’m a bit late to see the others off,” he said. “At least, I rather hope I am.” Laughter sent soft ripples down her frame and he nearly choked just trying to draw breath.
“Relax,” she said. “They’re long gone.” A crease passed momentarily over her brow, fading as quickly as it had come. “I’ve never known anyone to spend so much time in the bath. I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you.”
“It was too cold to get out,” said Rune
Her grin widened. “I could warm you up.”
“Just looking at you is making me colder.” He forced his hands deeper into the folds of his robe as if to prove it.
“Suit yourself,” said Lyssa. She rolled herself slowly over, flexing her shoulders and arching her back so that her breasts caught the full effect of the firelight as they came into view. She closed her eyes and settled back against the floor, head in her hands, red hair fanning all around, twining in the fur of the rug.
Rune’s jaw dropped once more, his eyes fixed on smooth flesh bathed in the ruddy glow. “Well, when you put it that way,” he said, his feet carrying him forward before he realized he’d commanded them to do so. Lyssa opened an eye briefly and the corners of her lips curled upward again.
His feet reached the rug and he curled his toes in the soft fur, his skin tingling at even the slight warmth it provided. Lyssa held her position, her only movement the slow and steady heave of breath.
Rune dropped to his knees, one hand planted to either side of her, and leaned in close enough to feel the soft flow of breath against his face. Lyssa’s lips twitched and her lashes fluttered as she struggled to hold her eyes shut. Rune closed his own and brought his lips to hers.
She kissed him fiercely, and her hands closed over his shoulders. He let out a moan as her tongue pressed its way between his lips. Lyssa dug her fingers into the folds of the cloth and peeled it from his back. His breath caught in his throat as cold air bit his skin.
Rune pulled sharply away and Lyssa frowned as she fell back against the rug. He made a grab for the neck of the robe she still clutched in both hands. Lyssa’s dark eyes narrowed and Rune winced as the cloth lurched down his back.
“Lyssa!” he said, or tried to amidst the clatter of his teeth.
She let loose of the garment with one hand to lay a finger to his trembling lips. “Shhh.”
“Lyssa, I’m freez-”
Her palm replaced her finger, silencing him. “Give me a moment,” she said. A flicker passed through the dark depths of her eyes and the flames leapt in response.
There was a tug on his belt, and when her hand fell away to make room for her lips, he found himself obligingly slipping his arms from the sleeves. Every hair stood on end as warm, fuzzy cloth gave way to icy air. He pressed his palms back into the rug, fingers clawing at the fibers, as if he could draw its warmth into the rest of him, and shifted closer to the fire. Lyssa slid a hand over his back, the heat of her touch stinging his cold flesh. He closed his eyes and pulled at her lips, the taste of her nearly enough to distract him from the chill.
Rune tensed as the robe landed in a heap beside them and Lyssa’s hand dipped to cup his now bare behind. He felt her lips curl into a grin beneath his and he kissed her with renewed force. Pressing closer, as much for warmth as for contact, he brought a knee between her legs. She let them fall open, inviting him closer still, her tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.
Her hand tightened its hold, the other clamping itself over a shoulder. Rune bucked his hips, blindly seeking her out. “Mmm-mm.” She shied away and shook her head.
Blinking, he pulled back for breath. “Huh?”
Lyssa grinned. Her fingers bit into his flesh. Rune only had a moment to ponder the gleam that flickered across her eyes, and then he was on his back, in a shallow bed of thick fur, staring up into them instead of the other way around.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I said I’d warm you up.” He eyed the finger that traced its lazy way over his collarbone and down the center of his chest.
“You’re not thinking what I think you’re-” She grinned, her palm settling over his heart. “Lyssa, you’ll bur-” Words died as an unnatural warmth flowed from her hand into his flesh. “Oh, Lyssa,” he murmured, as heat seeped beneath his skin and wound its way through his body.
“You were saying?”
“More,” said Rune, straining to find a voice to speak at all.
Her lips joined her hand, scattering bursts of warmth along his chest. And then she was straddling him. His hand slid through her hair, down her back, traced her ribs, cupped her breast, while hers continued to work their magic on him. She murmured her approval and he pressed his hand more firmly to her. The other he hooked beneath her chin to draw her lips back to his. Her hand continued over him, spreading its intoxicating heat and he groaned as it angled lower and lower.
“I want you,” she said. The only response Rune could manage was a moan.
Lyssa’s hand fell away. He tensed and she straightened herself, the dancing flames echoed in her eyes, exhultation on her lips, as she bore down on him. Her full weight came crashing into him, her warmth enveloping him, and he gasped and choked for breath. Lyssa threw back her head and voiced a deep sigh as she repeated the motion.
Rune braced himself against the floor, one hand tracing the pattern of shadow and light the flames cast over her curves, and fought to keep pace with her movements. He came far too soon, clutching at the rug with white knuckles as Lyssa continued to try to knock the wind out of him. Uncertain where he found the breath to do so, he called her name again and again.
Lyssa slowed her rhythm, her lips curling into a grin as she leaned in close. “Yes, love?”
Rune gulped the air, searching for his voice. He brought a trembling hand to her cheek. “You, my dear,” he said, sliding his thumb over soft skin, “are amazing.”
Her eyes gleamed. The fire quivered. “I’m.” Her lips brushed his neck. “Not.” He shivered as her tongue joined them. “Done with you yet.” She nipped at his ear.
“Oh?”
“Not even close,” she said, nuzzling agaist his neck.
Rune shifted and stretched as best as he could beneath her. “Can we take this to the bedroom then?”
Her tongue grazed his skin again and her hand slid back over his chest. “Not still cold, are you?” she asked, palm poised over his heart.
“No, just a little stiff.”
Lyssa drew back. The fire flickered as she shook her head. “You, my dear, are something else,” she said with a tap of her finger against his nose. “But I love you.”
“Love you too.” Rune laughed. “So, my room then?”
Another shake of her head. “Sure.”