undone
A quick and dirty piece of fic; a valentine's for my honey, stellaluna-.
title: Undone
with: Sophie/Nate
rated: adult
herein: She wonders which one of them is control of this.
disclaim: Leverage is owned by John Rogers, Dean Devlin, et al. I can't wait to own the dvds, but I will never own more than that.
Sophie’s fingers clench in Nate’s hair, and he moans against her cunt. He moans, and it sends shivering sparks across her skin, and she tightens around the fingers he has inside her. The edge of the desk cuts against the back of her thigh. She knows that Nate’s getting off on this, all the filthy things he’s doing with his tongue and all that she shudders. Nate’s good with his mouth, good with his hands-in more ways than are fair. There’s more to it than sex. Even now, when she’s wet and open and shaking, only one foot on the floor. One hand locked in his hair. Her other hand hurts, she’s holding the edge of the desk so tight, but she’s got him on his knees.
She wonders which one of them is in control of this.
Sophie’s skirt is hiked up around her waist, and god only knows what Nate’s done with her underwear. She’s perched on the edge of his desk, held here by his shoulders, his hand, his mouth. His fingers are thick and deft, working her in time with his tongue, and his other hand is keeping her spread, keeping one leg up on the desk. Nate’s hand is so tight that she’ll have soft fingerprint bruises on the inside of her thigh. She’ll touch them tomorrow.
The slick heat of his mouth, his tongue takes her apart, and he can already play her too well. She tells herself it’s not about love. She knows it’s not about romance. They fuck between jobs; more and more often they fuck in the offices. Late at night, in the deep quiet, but no one on the team keeps regular hours so they’re just asking to be caught. Nate’s always asking to be caught.
Nate started it tonight; his hand on her spine when no one was looking, his hands on her waist, her breasts when everyone was gone. Nate started it, and she ended it. She put him on his knees, where he’ll finish what his hands started. Nate’s too drunk to get it up half the time, but that never slows him down. It’s possible he likes it, in a perverse way, likes putting all his effort into reading her body.
She doesn’t have as much opportunity to make him come undone.
Nate’s fingers press hard inside her, and she curls forward, holds on to his shoulders. His tongue is just right on her clit, winding her tight until she breaks. She comes, shaking helplessly, shaking when it crashes over her again. She’d fall if he hadn’t put her knee over his shoulder, and she comes, breath leaving her, she comes so hard that the ache of it leaves her hollow.
Sophie breathes, and she pushes herself back onto the desk. Nate slides the warmth of his fingers from her. At one point Sophie promised herself that she wouldn’t let anything happen, not when Nate’s fucked up, when he’s drunk. But if she was strong enough to keep that promise, they’d never have sex, and she likes the idea of Nate on his knees, damn it. Sophie strokes her fingers through his hair. His breath is moist on her inner thigh, and the brush of his lips is unusually intimate. His stubble makes her shiver again. There’s sweat on her thighs, neck, the small of her back, and she rubs her knuckles down his neck, over the knob of bone where his shoulders meet.
Sophie likes him on his knees, god damn it, even if it is just to play her in a different way.
title: Undone
with: Sophie/Nate
rated: adult
herein: She wonders which one of them is control of this.
disclaim: Leverage is owned by John Rogers, Dean Devlin, et al. I can't wait to own the dvds, but I will never own more than that.
Sophie’s fingers clench in Nate’s hair, and he moans against her cunt. He moans, and it sends shivering sparks across her skin, and she tightens around the fingers he has inside her. The edge of the desk cuts against the back of her thigh. She knows that Nate’s getting off on this, all the filthy things he’s doing with his tongue and all that she shudders. Nate’s good with his mouth, good with his hands-in more ways than are fair. There’s more to it than sex. Even now, when she’s wet and open and shaking, only one foot on the floor. One hand locked in his hair. Her other hand hurts, she’s holding the edge of the desk so tight, but she’s got him on his knees.
She wonders which one of them is in control of this.
Sophie’s skirt is hiked up around her waist, and god only knows what Nate’s done with her underwear. She’s perched on the edge of his desk, held here by his shoulders, his hand, his mouth. His fingers are thick and deft, working her in time with his tongue, and his other hand is keeping her spread, keeping one leg up on the desk. Nate’s hand is so tight that she’ll have soft fingerprint bruises on the inside of her thigh. She’ll touch them tomorrow.
The slick heat of his mouth, his tongue takes her apart, and he can already play her too well. She tells herself it’s not about love. She knows it’s not about romance. They fuck between jobs; more and more often they fuck in the offices. Late at night, in the deep quiet, but no one on the team keeps regular hours so they’re just asking to be caught. Nate’s always asking to be caught.
Nate started it tonight; his hand on her spine when no one was looking, his hands on her waist, her breasts when everyone was gone. Nate started it, and she ended it. She put him on his knees, where he’ll finish what his hands started. Nate’s too drunk to get it up half the time, but that never slows him down. It’s possible he likes it, in a perverse way, likes putting all his effort into reading her body.
She doesn’t have as much opportunity to make him come undone.
Nate’s fingers press hard inside her, and she curls forward, holds on to his shoulders. His tongue is just right on her clit, winding her tight until she breaks. She comes, shaking helplessly, shaking when it crashes over her again. She’d fall if he hadn’t put her knee over his shoulder, and she comes, breath leaving her, she comes so hard that the ache of it leaves her hollow.
Sophie breathes, and she pushes herself back onto the desk. Nate slides the warmth of his fingers from her. At one point Sophie promised herself that she wouldn’t let anything happen, not when Nate’s fucked up, when he’s drunk. But if she was strong enough to keep that promise, they’d never have sex, and she likes the idea of Nate on his knees, damn it. Sophie strokes her fingers through his hair. His breath is moist on her inner thigh, and the brush of his lips is unusually intimate. His stubble makes her shiver again. There’s sweat on her thighs, neck, the small of her back, and she rubs her knuckles down his neck, over the knob of bone where his shoulders meet.
Sophie likes him on his knees, god damn it, even if it is just to play her in a different way.