chocolate, vanilla and chocolate chip mint with fresh pineapple
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Gentle
Rating: PG-13/soft R
Challenge: Chocolate #15: passion, Chocolate Chip Mint #25: rumpled, Vanilla #29: my favourite thing(s)/fetish(es)
Toppings/Extras: fresh pineapple
Wordcount: 304
Summary: Isaac Prowse has a fetish.
Notes: Of a sexual nature, in case you couldn’t guess! And my last post for 2010, see you all in the new year. :) Couldn’t resist song of the day for these two: Bad Romance by Lady GaGa. I want your love: love, love, love, I want your love…
Adele Merritt was hard and jagged and broken and sharp. She liked to use her nails, her teeth, to yank his hair, to slam him so hard into walls that he bruised. She liked it a lot. And he liked it too, given that she allowed him enough time to recover after each round, because some mornings he could barely walk. He came out of each encounter looking like he’d been mugged.
He didn’t really mind, but...
Sometimes it was different. Rarely, so rarely, she could be soft. She would give him kisses so innocuous it was more of a shared breath and rub her nose against his neck and shoulder, float her fingers down his back and rest them on his waist, and she would be tender and velvety and-
It drove him crazy.
He loved it when she was gentle.
He loved her when she was gentle.
When she murmured and used her tongue and he could feel her breath against his skin; when she made the softest sounds and her body became yielding; when she said things that weren’t cusses and really looked at him with those dark blue eyes of hers, lipstick smeared across her face and hair loose and tumbling like a feathery tide… that was it, that was his fetish, what compounded intense lust with so many other things.
It wouldn’t have worked if she were always the same. He needed her rough so that he could appreciate her soft. Not that it mattered much, he supposed, because it was her and she was there and dear God... he loved her so much more than was good for him, so much that it hurt a bit, just like her nails did: it hurt but he liked it in that horrible way, sinful and sweet at the same time.