Sethan Smut
Cotton Candy #12. Cuddle with Hot Fudge
Story : knights
Rating : NC-17
Timeframe : 1258
Word Count : 879
Shasa eyed her companion from the familiar position of the crook of his arm. “I hear you’ve never bedded a woman.”
Cold blue eyes continued to stare in silent appreciation at the hand that worked its way across his chest.
“Of course,” she said. “If I’m to believe everything I hear, you have bedded my brother.” Her hand paused, her eyes rising to meet his. Sethan’s narrowed, one black brow arching upward, Hers fell back to her hand, which resumed its motion. “You know I don‘t believe everything I hear.” She laughed. Her palm slid over the sleight form of muscle, tense beneath the fabric of his shirt, pale fingers tracing slow circles over the dark cloth. “So, have you…?” She tried to focus on the feel of him beneath her hand, wondering what it was that possessed her to bring up such a thing at all, let alone ask it, and what it was she hoped his answer might be.
“How many women do you think are foolish enough?” Trust Sethan not to answer anything directly.
Shasa frowned, her hand poised over his heart. “Do you think me foolish?” she said.
His chest shook, though the laugh was little more than an exhale. “Sometimes,” he said.
Shasa’s head shot up, her eyes seeking his out again, bottom lip curled between her teeth as she debated whether the comment merited an angry response. Sharp blue gleamed back at her, playfully echoing the smile that set across his lips, and the desire to take those lips and kiss them chased away any retort she might have made.
The man’s grin broadened as he brought up a hand to brush her cheek. “So,” he said. “Does this mean you came here with something more than this in mind?”
“Well,” she said, eyes sliding over the form stretched out on the bed beside her. “I had begun to hope.”
Long fingers coiled around the back of her head, twining in her hair. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” Sethan murmured, drawing her down until her lips met his own. “Even if it is foolish.”
His mouth pulled at hers and she fisted her hand in his shirt. An arm came up around her and she was rolling, under his guidance, onto her back. Sethan laid her down on the mattress, his lips straying from her own lips to her throat. Shasa craned her neck with a sigh. “If loving you is so foolish, then I’ll gladly be a fool.”
“I love you,” he said, his face pressed to her neck.
She wrapped one hand in his dark curls, while the other traveled down his side. “Show me?” she said, fingers lingering on his waist.
“Gladly,” came the response, as his hand edged beneath her shirt. Slender fingers made their way up over her ribs and curled over her breast, squeezing her gently before receding to whisk the garment over her head. She relieved him of his own shirt and put her hands to his skin with a sigh, as he pushed her back down onto the bed.
Sethan’s lips accompanied his hands, easing their way over her body, while she fumbled with the buttons of her pants. With a great deal of squirming, she forced the fabric over her waist and wriggled until it slipped past her feet. Sethan’s hold on her tightened as her hands sought his waist.
A moment of prying brought the button free. She gave the pants a tug with one hand, the other following, savoring the flesh left exposed in their wake. Sethan pulled his legs free and pressed them between hers. Arms wrapped around his back, she hooked her hands over his shoulders and pulled him close to take his mouth with hers again.
He pressed himself to her once, their bodies awkwardly slipping and sliding, slick against each other. She felt his lips curl into a frown as he pulled back for another try, and another. A hand dipped between them and he fumbled for a moment before falling into place.
Sethan pulled away, eyes wide, his face frozen in a state of shock. Shasa brought a hand to his cheek “Se-”
“You’re warm,” he said, finally blinking. She bit back a laugh. “So warm.” He gave another push into her and Shasa gasped and gripped his shoulders with more force.
Shasa grinned up at the man hovering on shaky arms over her. “You really haven’t done this before,” she said. Sethan fixed her with a glare that dared her to even think about saying another word, before bringing his lips back down on hers.
She wound her arms and legs around his back as his motions quickly brought him to groaning and trembling. Hands grasped at her body and at the sheets as he lost control.
“Mmm,” she murmured, winding her hands in his hair as his head came to rest on her shoulder, and his movements drew to a shuddering close. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” came the breathless return from lips that softly nuzzled her breast.
“Even if I’m foolish?” she said, her hand tracing a shaky path down his spine.
She shivered as the tip of one slender finger danced a circle around her breast. “Especially because you’re foolish,” he said.
Story : knights
Rating : NC-17
Timeframe : 1258
Word Count : 879
Shasa eyed her companion from the familiar position of the crook of his arm. “I hear you’ve never bedded a woman.”
Cold blue eyes continued to stare in silent appreciation at the hand that worked its way across his chest.
“Of course,” she said. “If I’m to believe everything I hear, you have bedded my brother.” Her hand paused, her eyes rising to meet his. Sethan’s narrowed, one black brow arching upward, Hers fell back to her hand, which resumed its motion. “You know I don‘t believe everything I hear.” She laughed. Her palm slid over the sleight form of muscle, tense beneath the fabric of his shirt, pale fingers tracing slow circles over the dark cloth. “So, have you…?” She tried to focus on the feel of him beneath her hand, wondering what it was that possessed her to bring up such a thing at all, let alone ask it, and what it was she hoped his answer might be.
“How many women do you think are foolish enough?” Trust Sethan not to answer anything directly.
Shasa frowned, her hand poised over his heart. “Do you think me foolish?” she said.
His chest shook, though the laugh was little more than an exhale. “Sometimes,” he said.
Shasa’s head shot up, her eyes seeking his out again, bottom lip curled between her teeth as she debated whether the comment merited an angry response. Sharp blue gleamed back at her, playfully echoing the smile that set across his lips, and the desire to take those lips and kiss them chased away any retort she might have made.
The man’s grin broadened as he brought up a hand to brush her cheek. “So,” he said. “Does this mean you came here with something more than this in mind?”
“Well,” she said, eyes sliding over the form stretched out on the bed beside her. “I had begun to hope.”
Long fingers coiled around the back of her head, twining in her hair. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” Sethan murmured, drawing her down until her lips met his own. “Even if it is foolish.”
His mouth pulled at hers and she fisted her hand in his shirt. An arm came up around her and she was rolling, under his guidance, onto her back. Sethan laid her down on the mattress, his lips straying from her own lips to her throat. Shasa craned her neck with a sigh. “If loving you is so foolish, then I’ll gladly be a fool.”
“I love you,” he said, his face pressed to her neck.
She wrapped one hand in his dark curls, while the other traveled down his side. “Show me?” she said, fingers lingering on his waist.
“Gladly,” came the response, as his hand edged beneath her shirt. Slender fingers made their way up over her ribs and curled over her breast, squeezing her gently before receding to whisk the garment over her head. She relieved him of his own shirt and put her hands to his skin with a sigh, as he pushed her back down onto the bed.
Sethan’s lips accompanied his hands, easing their way over her body, while she fumbled with the buttons of her pants. With a great deal of squirming, she forced the fabric over her waist and wriggled until it slipped past her feet. Sethan’s hold on her tightened as her hands sought his waist.
A moment of prying brought the button free. She gave the pants a tug with one hand, the other following, savoring the flesh left exposed in their wake. Sethan pulled his legs free and pressed them between hers. Arms wrapped around his back, she hooked her hands over his shoulders and pulled him close to take his mouth with hers again.
He pressed himself to her once, their bodies awkwardly slipping and sliding, slick against each other. She felt his lips curl into a frown as he pulled back for another try, and another. A hand dipped between them and he fumbled for a moment before falling into place.
Sethan pulled away, eyes wide, his face frozen in a state of shock. Shasa brought a hand to his cheek “Se-”
“You’re warm,” he said, finally blinking. She bit back a laugh. “So warm.” He gave another push into her and Shasa gasped and gripped his shoulders with more force.
Shasa grinned up at the man hovering on shaky arms over her. “You really haven’t done this before,” she said. Sethan fixed her with a glare that dared her to even think about saying another word, before bringing his lips back down on hers.
She wound her arms and legs around his back as his motions quickly brought him to groaning and trembling. Hands grasped at her body and at the sheets as he lost control.
“Mmm,” she murmured, winding her hands in his hair as his head came to rest on her shoulder, and his movements drew to a shuddering close. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” came the breathless return from lips that softly nuzzled her breast.
“Even if I’m foolish?” she said, her hand tracing a shaky path down his spine.
She shivered as the tip of one slender finger danced a circle around her breast. “Especially because you’re foolish,” he said.