The Rune/Ski Business - Part Three
Chocolate #15. Passion with a Cherry
Rating : NC-17 - not for the eyes of minors or persons related to me by blood
Timeframe : right after the last piece
Well, I've done it. Here's my smut in public... (cherry for that)
Neither said a word as they retraced their path through the city. They passed no one on the lamp lit streets between the market and the palace. Ski wound her fingers through Rune’s but made no other move to touch him. Her eyes kept to the path before them. The occasional glance his way that she dared to allow herself told her he did the same.
Before long they found themselves at the gate. Ski flashed her silver pin and the guard admitted them without question. The stony halls were no less deserted, but she slipped her hand from his for fear of being seen. He frowned as she broke contact, but still said nothing.
They reached her room all too soon. Ski stopped with her back to the door. She expected Rune would wish her goodnight and cross the hall, but there was that look again. Obviously, the last thing he wanted to do was walk away. She told herself she wished he would. Nothing could come of continuing this. She was meant to spend the rest of her life learning to tolerate the touch of a man she could barely stand to be in the same room with, not in the arms of her best friend.
Rune stared at her in silence, as if he could caress her with just a look. His eyes were wide and lit from deep within by something more than the pale glow from the distant window that just barely kept the hall from slipping into total darkness. She felt a pang in the pit of her stomach as she stared back. What was the sense in getting lost in those eyes when she knew she couldn’t stay there, she asked herself, though she wondered if she could escape them even if she wanted to.
His lips were parted just in the slightest and she studied their virtually imperceptible movement with each breath he drew, wanting desperately to taste them again. She licked her own, suddenly very dry, lips and tried in vain to pry her gaze from his face.
Ski wasn’t sure how it happened, who made the first move, or if it really mattered, but she found herself stretched up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. She caught his cheeks in her hands and held him fast, drinking him in as the twinge in her stomach swelled into a burning wave of overwhelming intensity.
Rune’s hands settled, at first, on her waist. In the privacy of the still, dark corridor, he was quick to let them stray. He’d laid hands on her wounds more times than she could count, until the feel of them was nearly as familiar to her as that of her own. Now those hands that she knew so well sent fire and chills through every part of her body they explored, and she felt the pang in her stomach echoed by one far more urgent between her legs.
The moan that escaped her lips into his startled her even more than his touch. The sound seemed only to encourage him and she made no move to stifle the next as it rose in her throat. She thrust a hand behind her to grope for the doorknob.
Rune’s lips drifted to Ski’s neck and her fingers closed around metal as those of her other hand wound themselves through his hair. His mouth clamped down on her flesh and she let out another moan at the unexpected caress of his tongue. Careful not to dislodge him from her neck, she gave her head a twist and nipped at his ear.
He gave a muffled groan as she caught the lobe between her lips and Ski gasped at the sudden thrust of his hips. She fell back on her heels, colliding with the door, which gave way with a loud click as she jerked the knob. In a tangled assortment of roaming hands and trembling legs, the two staggered into the dark room. Ski gave the open door a shove as they passed and it snapped shut in their wake.
Their momentum ceased at the foot of the bed, where Ski threw out a hand again to catch the baseboard and steady herself. Without a word, their lips came together again and again. Rune’s hands shifted their attention from her body to the clasp that held her cloak, and it soon gave way beneath his fingers with a soft pop. Ski pulled her arms from the sleeves and tossed the garment over the back of the bed while he hastened to remove his own and they both kicked off their boots, sending them tumbling into a corner.
Drawing back to catch her breath, Ski let her hands light on his chest. She could feel the warmth of his pulse beneath the fabric and she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt to bring herself closer to it. His hands settled on the back of her neck and the laces of her dress quickly fell away. A gentle tug brought the neckline down, exposing the tops of her breasts to the cool autumn night and Rune’s roaming hands. She breathed a sigh, straining against the growing pain of longing as his lips followed.
The last button slid from its hold and he shrugged off the shirt. It had scarcely hit the floor before his fists were wound in her dress. He pulled at the fabric, forcing her arms over her head along with the garment. The flowers toppled from her hair and the dress sailed across the room, leaving Ski to stare open mouthed at the man who had just disrobed her. Her skin flushed, warm and pink, despite the chill. Rune wasted no time pausing to gape, instead drawing her to him for another kiss. They both gasped, an odd sensation as they vied for the same air, as skin met skin. Her hands slid to his belt, determined to banish his advantage over her.
Gentle fingers danced over her ribs, his hands rising to cup her briefly in his palms before slipping away only to return a moment later. She held his lips with hers, exacting what satisfaction she could in beckoning his tongue with her own, savoring the taste of him to fight the frustration built by his elusive touch.
The buckle slid open in her trembling grasp and she threaded the strap through the loops that held it and tossed it to the floor. She fumbled with yet another button and Rune’s hands joined hers in prying the cloth from his waist. Ski brought her hands back to his cheeks, leaving him to peel away the last bits of cloth that separated them.
His arms circled her waist, pulling them together. She jerked away, dislodging his grasp and colliding soundly with the base of the bed, as something hard and throbbing and impossibly warm settled against her stomach.
Rune looked to her with concern, his cheeks turning scarlet, as she braced herself against the baseboard and studied him. “Something wrong?” he said.
She shook her head, unable to force her voice to comply. Cursing herself for how foolish she must seem, she pried her shaking hands from the bed and wound them around his neck. The worry faded from his face and his arms snaked their way back about her waist as her lips returned to his.
Ski stretched up on her toes, straining to bring her hips in line with his, and he bent his knees to do the same. She held her breath as he slid a hand between them. There was a rush of cool air against exposed flesh and then a burst of sensation both painful and exhilarating as he pressed himself to her. Her fingers tore at his shoulders and she struggled to keep her footing. Rune released her lips to gaze into her eyes. He gripped her side with one hand, the baseboard with the other to support his awkward position.
“Rune,” she said, between deep, frantic gulps of air. “The bed… should we…?”
They parted just enough to regain their footing, Rune acknowledging her suggestion with no more than a breathless nod. She all but collapsed onto the mattress. Her head found the pillow and Rune crept between her legs. They returned to exploring each other with lips and hands, settling nowhere for more than a moment. Ski let out a wail as his mouth found her breast. Her hips gave an involuntary lurch but found only air.
His tongue began to travel in slow, maddening circles over her flesh, eliciting sounds she’d never dared imagine herself to make. She stroked his head, planting kisses in his hair between moans as his lips pulled at her flesh.
The next time her hips bucked, they collided with his. He gave a thrust in return that brought such a wave of pressure over her she felt as if she might burst. Ski wound her legs around his back and drew him closer. She inhaled sharply, her voice escaping in a strangled cry, as his weight bore down on her and her every sense was, at once, bombarded by the fact that he was inside her.
Wide blue eyes met her own as they flew open. “Are you alright?”
Ski blinked back the moisture that clouded her eyes, not wanting to take her hands from him to wipe it away. “I will be,” she said, already finding herself growing more accustomed to his presence. Speech came with great effort, as did breathing and coherent thought. She gave up the notion of saying anything further in favor of pulling Rune closer to kiss him. His lips worked forcefully against hers, making breathing all the more difficult. She closed her eyes and soon succumbed to the slow, steady rhythm.
Just as she found herself at ease, he quickened his pace, the force of his movements increasing. Ski gripped his shoulders and swallowed hard. “Oh, Rune,” she murmured, though the sound may as well have come from the air itself as her own throat for all she could discern.
Rune’s arms slid beneath her, crushing her against him. Her fingers tore at his back as he gave a deep groan and warmth filled her. She whimpered into his mouth as the tears she’d held in check finally spilled over her cheeks.
He withdrew, first from around her, then from inside her. Moonlight glistened on skin damp with sweat and thick golden locks fell over the two of them in a loose sheet. Ski had never imagined someone she’d come to know so well could suddenly look so beautiful. She raised a hand to stroke his face as he settled himself on the mattress beside her.
A thumb swept across her cheek, clearing away the moisture. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“You need not keep asking.”
“Well, it’s not like I have much experience with these things, but I really don’t think I’m supposed to make you cry.”
Ski couldn’t help but laugh at that. She wiped the rest of the wetness from her face and kissed him softly before nestling her head against his chest. “I shall try to keep that in mind,” she said, her eyelids growing rapidly heavier. She breathed him in and let them drop.
Rune’s arm found its way back around her. Any further words he may have spoken were drowned out by the pounding of his heart against her ear. She felt the brush of his lips against her forehead and nuzzled closer as sleep crept over her.
Rating : NC-17 - not for the eyes of minors or persons related to me by blood
Timeframe : right after the last piece
Well, I've done it. Here's my smut in public... (cherry for that)
Neither said a word as they retraced their path through the city. They passed no one on the lamp lit streets between the market and the palace. Ski wound her fingers through Rune’s but made no other move to touch him. Her eyes kept to the path before them. The occasional glance his way that she dared to allow herself told her he did the same.
Before long they found themselves at the gate. Ski flashed her silver pin and the guard admitted them without question. The stony halls were no less deserted, but she slipped her hand from his for fear of being seen. He frowned as she broke contact, but still said nothing.
They reached her room all too soon. Ski stopped with her back to the door. She expected Rune would wish her goodnight and cross the hall, but there was that look again. Obviously, the last thing he wanted to do was walk away. She told herself she wished he would. Nothing could come of continuing this. She was meant to spend the rest of her life learning to tolerate the touch of a man she could barely stand to be in the same room with, not in the arms of her best friend.
Rune stared at her in silence, as if he could caress her with just a look. His eyes were wide and lit from deep within by something more than the pale glow from the distant window that just barely kept the hall from slipping into total darkness. She felt a pang in the pit of her stomach as she stared back. What was the sense in getting lost in those eyes when she knew she couldn’t stay there, she asked herself, though she wondered if she could escape them even if she wanted to.
His lips were parted just in the slightest and she studied their virtually imperceptible movement with each breath he drew, wanting desperately to taste them again. She licked her own, suddenly very dry, lips and tried in vain to pry her gaze from his face.
Ski wasn’t sure how it happened, who made the first move, or if it really mattered, but she found herself stretched up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. She caught his cheeks in her hands and held him fast, drinking him in as the twinge in her stomach swelled into a burning wave of overwhelming intensity.
Rune’s hands settled, at first, on her waist. In the privacy of the still, dark corridor, he was quick to let them stray. He’d laid hands on her wounds more times than she could count, until the feel of them was nearly as familiar to her as that of her own. Now those hands that she knew so well sent fire and chills through every part of her body they explored, and she felt the pang in her stomach echoed by one far more urgent between her legs.
The moan that escaped her lips into his startled her even more than his touch. The sound seemed only to encourage him and she made no move to stifle the next as it rose in her throat. She thrust a hand behind her to grope for the doorknob.
Rune’s lips drifted to Ski’s neck and her fingers closed around metal as those of her other hand wound themselves through his hair. His mouth clamped down on her flesh and she let out another moan at the unexpected caress of his tongue. Careful not to dislodge him from her neck, she gave her head a twist and nipped at his ear.
He gave a muffled groan as she caught the lobe between her lips and Ski gasped at the sudden thrust of his hips. She fell back on her heels, colliding with the door, which gave way with a loud click as she jerked the knob. In a tangled assortment of roaming hands and trembling legs, the two staggered into the dark room. Ski gave the open door a shove as they passed and it snapped shut in their wake.
Their momentum ceased at the foot of the bed, where Ski threw out a hand again to catch the baseboard and steady herself. Without a word, their lips came together again and again. Rune’s hands shifted their attention from her body to the clasp that held her cloak, and it soon gave way beneath his fingers with a soft pop. Ski pulled her arms from the sleeves and tossed the garment over the back of the bed while he hastened to remove his own and they both kicked off their boots, sending them tumbling into a corner.
Drawing back to catch her breath, Ski let her hands light on his chest. She could feel the warmth of his pulse beneath the fabric and she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt to bring herself closer to it. His hands settled on the back of her neck and the laces of her dress quickly fell away. A gentle tug brought the neckline down, exposing the tops of her breasts to the cool autumn night and Rune’s roaming hands. She breathed a sigh, straining against the growing pain of longing as his lips followed.
The last button slid from its hold and he shrugged off the shirt. It had scarcely hit the floor before his fists were wound in her dress. He pulled at the fabric, forcing her arms over her head along with the garment. The flowers toppled from her hair and the dress sailed across the room, leaving Ski to stare open mouthed at the man who had just disrobed her. Her skin flushed, warm and pink, despite the chill. Rune wasted no time pausing to gape, instead drawing her to him for another kiss. They both gasped, an odd sensation as they vied for the same air, as skin met skin. Her hands slid to his belt, determined to banish his advantage over her.
Gentle fingers danced over her ribs, his hands rising to cup her briefly in his palms before slipping away only to return a moment later. She held his lips with hers, exacting what satisfaction she could in beckoning his tongue with her own, savoring the taste of him to fight the frustration built by his elusive touch.
The buckle slid open in her trembling grasp and she threaded the strap through the loops that held it and tossed it to the floor. She fumbled with yet another button and Rune’s hands joined hers in prying the cloth from his waist. Ski brought her hands back to his cheeks, leaving him to peel away the last bits of cloth that separated them.
His arms circled her waist, pulling them together. She jerked away, dislodging his grasp and colliding soundly with the base of the bed, as something hard and throbbing and impossibly warm settled against her stomach.
Rune looked to her with concern, his cheeks turning scarlet, as she braced herself against the baseboard and studied him. “Something wrong?” he said.
She shook her head, unable to force her voice to comply. Cursing herself for how foolish she must seem, she pried her shaking hands from the bed and wound them around his neck. The worry faded from his face and his arms snaked their way back about her waist as her lips returned to his.
Ski stretched up on her toes, straining to bring her hips in line with his, and he bent his knees to do the same. She held her breath as he slid a hand between them. There was a rush of cool air against exposed flesh and then a burst of sensation both painful and exhilarating as he pressed himself to her. Her fingers tore at his shoulders and she struggled to keep her footing. Rune released her lips to gaze into her eyes. He gripped her side with one hand, the baseboard with the other to support his awkward position.
“Rune,” she said, between deep, frantic gulps of air. “The bed… should we…?”
They parted just enough to regain their footing, Rune acknowledging her suggestion with no more than a breathless nod. She all but collapsed onto the mattress. Her head found the pillow and Rune crept between her legs. They returned to exploring each other with lips and hands, settling nowhere for more than a moment. Ski let out a wail as his mouth found her breast. Her hips gave an involuntary lurch but found only air.
His tongue began to travel in slow, maddening circles over her flesh, eliciting sounds she’d never dared imagine herself to make. She stroked his head, planting kisses in his hair between moans as his lips pulled at her flesh.
The next time her hips bucked, they collided with his. He gave a thrust in return that brought such a wave of pressure over her she felt as if she might burst. Ski wound her legs around his back and drew him closer. She inhaled sharply, her voice escaping in a strangled cry, as his weight bore down on her and her every sense was, at once, bombarded by the fact that he was inside her.
Wide blue eyes met her own as they flew open. “Are you alright?”
Ski blinked back the moisture that clouded her eyes, not wanting to take her hands from him to wipe it away. “I will be,” she said, already finding herself growing more accustomed to his presence. Speech came with great effort, as did breathing and coherent thought. She gave up the notion of saying anything further in favor of pulling Rune closer to kiss him. His lips worked forcefully against hers, making breathing all the more difficult. She closed her eyes and soon succumbed to the slow, steady rhythm.
Just as she found herself at ease, he quickened his pace, the force of his movements increasing. Ski gripped his shoulders and swallowed hard. “Oh, Rune,” she murmured, though the sound may as well have come from the air itself as her own throat for all she could discern.
Rune’s arms slid beneath her, crushing her against him. Her fingers tore at his back as he gave a deep groan and warmth filled her. She whimpered into his mouth as the tears she’d held in check finally spilled over her cheeks.
He withdrew, first from around her, then from inside her. Moonlight glistened on skin damp with sweat and thick golden locks fell over the two of them in a loose sheet. Ski had never imagined someone she’d come to know so well could suddenly look so beautiful. She raised a hand to stroke his face as he settled himself on the mattress beside her.
A thumb swept across her cheek, clearing away the moisture. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“You need not keep asking.”
“Well, it’s not like I have much experience with these things, but I really don’t think I’m supposed to make you cry.”
Ski couldn’t help but laugh at that. She wiped the rest of the wetness from her face and kissed him softly before nestling her head against his chest. “I shall try to keep that in mind,” she said, her eyelids growing rapidly heavier. She breathed him in and let them drop.
Rune’s arm found its way back around her. Any further words he may have spoken were drowned out by the pounding of his heart against her ear. She felt the brush of his lips against her forehead and nuzzled closer as sleep crept over her.