flavour of the day and butter pecan with fresh peaches
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Shattered
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: FOTD: paphian, Butter Pecan #4: smooth
Toppings/Extras: fresh peaches
Wordcount: 618
Summary: The beginning of the end (which is also a beginning).
Notes: Guess I should warn for a slightly raunchy start. And Isaac kicking arse! For once! Paphian: Of or pertaining to love, esp. illicit physical love. Fresh peaches: This is a good time to take a deeper look at your commitments to others and assess how much you’re giving and what you’re receiving in return.
Every single time, he nearly chokes when he sees her suspenders. The suspender belt matches her knickers, silky white with delicate black lace scrawling flowers and vines and other tempting little images across it. The silky straps attaching it to her glossy stockings expose her pale thighs-and he brushes his lips across them softly. They feel smooth and cool.
Is she even human?
She holds her head high with a faintly superior smile quirking her dark, gorgeous lips up at the sides, eyes closed. Her blouse is unbuttoned top to bottom, disappearing around her sides, and her brassiere matches too. Regally, arms pin-straight and supporting her back against the bed, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze.
“Ada…”
She recognises the tone and instantly sits up a little.
“If your next sentence has the words ‘talk’, ‘you’, ‘me’ or ‘marriage’ in it, I’ll kick you in the face,” she says promptly. Isaac sits up slightly and draws her knee up with him, resting his hand on the bent surface of her knee and resting his chin on his hand, gazing at her thoughtfully. Adele Merritt frowns a little and struggles to sit up. “What?”
He goes back through the list of banned words in his mind.
“Don’t you-,” he catches her ankle as it flies towards him, “-want anything else?”
Adele sighs. And the night had had such a promising beginning, too.
“Like what?” she asks. Isaac scowls at her a little and drops her foot back to the bed. Straightening up, she crosses her legs at the ankles and smooths a hand down over her stockings. Her brows jump upwards a fraction. “How many times, Prowse? If you’re not understanding the rules, get out of here.”
“This is my room. The one that has to do the getting out,” he flashes her a terribly sardonic smile, which he hasn’t done since their first night together, “is you.”
It takes a lot of strength not to let her jaw hit the floor.
“Excuse me?” she demands, slicing hair out of her face with one practised flashing movement of her hand.
“Don’t worry. You can get dressed first.”
Oh no he didn’t!
“Come on,” Adele says, squirming across the bed to bring herself face-to-face with him. The mirthless smile doesn’t leave his face for one second. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
“Isaac…” She reaches forwards to drag a finger across the skin over his collarbone. After shooting her an irritated look, he brushes her hand away. Adele can scarcely comprehend being rejected. Of course, not every sexual advance she had ever made had been successful, but rejected by Isaac Prowse? Lovesick puppy extraordinaire? It couldn’t be true.
“Don’t come back,” he adds. She can see the words aren’t easy but he’s still saying them. She doesn’t really feel anything because she doesn’t believe he means it.
“It’s your loss,” Adele says anyway, rolling her eyes. She slides from the bed elegantly and with as much dignity as she could muster considering she was being thrown out. He’d be under her tomorrow night anyway-she just knows it. “It’s not like there’s a shortage of men on board. I’m the only woman, you know.”
“Have fun.”
“Is there any need for that?” Adele finally finds herself snapping, whisking her skirt over her hips and zipping it up. Flicking the buttons into place on her loose blouse.
“Is there any need to suggest that you’re going to sleep with every member of the crew?” Isaac sighs.
She considers slamming the door on her way out but decides that would be childish.
Then she changes her mind at the last second and hurls it shut with an eardrum-shattering crash.
Title: Shattered
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: FOTD: paphian, Butter Pecan #4: smooth
Toppings/Extras: fresh peaches
Wordcount: 618
Summary: The beginning of the end (which is also a beginning).
Notes: Guess I should warn for a slightly raunchy start. And Isaac kicking arse! For once! Paphian: Of or pertaining to love, esp. illicit physical love. Fresh peaches: This is a good time to take a deeper look at your commitments to others and assess how much you’re giving and what you’re receiving in return.
Every single time, he nearly chokes when he sees her suspenders. The suspender belt matches her knickers, silky white with delicate black lace scrawling flowers and vines and other tempting little images across it. The silky straps attaching it to her glossy stockings expose her pale thighs-and he brushes his lips across them softly. They feel smooth and cool.
Is she even human?
She holds her head high with a faintly superior smile quirking her dark, gorgeous lips up at the sides, eyes closed. Her blouse is unbuttoned top to bottom, disappearing around her sides, and her brassiere matches too. Regally, arms pin-straight and supporting her back against the bed, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze.
“Ada…”
She recognises the tone and instantly sits up a little.
“If your next sentence has the words ‘talk’, ‘you’, ‘me’ or ‘marriage’ in it, I’ll kick you in the face,” she says promptly. Isaac sits up slightly and draws her knee up with him, resting his hand on the bent surface of her knee and resting his chin on his hand, gazing at her thoughtfully. Adele Merritt frowns a little and struggles to sit up. “What?”
He goes back through the list of banned words in his mind.
“Don’t you-,” he catches her ankle as it flies towards him, “-want anything else?”
Adele sighs. And the night had had such a promising beginning, too.
“Like what?” she asks. Isaac scowls at her a little and drops her foot back to the bed. Straightening up, she crosses her legs at the ankles and smooths a hand down over her stockings. Her brows jump upwards a fraction. “How many times, Prowse? If you’re not understanding the rules, get out of here.”
“This is my room. The one that has to do the getting out,” he flashes her a terribly sardonic smile, which he hasn’t done since their first night together, “is you.”
It takes a lot of strength not to let her jaw hit the floor.
“Excuse me?” she demands, slicing hair out of her face with one practised flashing movement of her hand.
“Don’t worry. You can get dressed first.”
Oh no he didn’t!
“Come on,” Adele says, squirming across the bed to bring herself face-to-face with him. The mirthless smile doesn’t leave his face for one second. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
“Isaac…” She reaches forwards to drag a finger across the skin over his collarbone. After shooting her an irritated look, he brushes her hand away. Adele can scarcely comprehend being rejected. Of course, not every sexual advance she had ever made had been successful, but rejected by Isaac Prowse? Lovesick puppy extraordinaire? It couldn’t be true.
“Don’t come back,” he adds. She can see the words aren’t easy but he’s still saying them. She doesn’t really feel anything because she doesn’t believe he means it.
“It’s your loss,” Adele says anyway, rolling her eyes. She slides from the bed elegantly and with as much dignity as she could muster considering she was being thrown out. He’d be under her tomorrow night anyway-she just knows it. “It’s not like there’s a shortage of men on board. I’m the only woman, you know.”
“Have fun.”
“Is there any need for that?” Adele finally finds herself snapping, whisking her skirt over her hips and zipping it up. Flicking the buttons into place on her loose blouse.
“Is there any need to suggest that you’re going to sleep with every member of the crew?” Isaac sighs.
She considers slamming the door on her way out but decides that would be childish.
Then she changes her mind at the last second and hurls it shut with an eardrum-shattering crash.