MMOM Day 22 Fic: Someone to Hold Me
Title: Someone to Hold Me
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: P/E/N (Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 465
Summary: Neal does know how to keep his hands to himself, if you ask nicely.
She was stretched out between his legs, her head on his thigh and the soft waves of her hair tickling against his cock. She was naked, one hand teasing her nipples, the other softly stroking at her clit. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and every so often she'd whimper as she tilted her hips off the mattress.
He watched but didn't touch, not her or himself, that's what she'd asked for. That's what she needed tonight, to be held and not touched until she was ready. And he was always happy to make her happy. This three way relationship was still new, it had blossomed between him and Peter and grew to consume her as well. But it was still a rare thing when it was just the two of them in the bed together and he cherished it.
She tossed her head side to side, the slide of her hair against his overheated skin was like an addiction and he groaned.
That seemed to do something for her because she gasped and he watched as she slid two fingers into her center, the rhythm was intoxicating and seemed to match the throb in his cock. Every down motion of her fingers was met with up motion of her hips as she searched for that perfect depth, speed, and angle.
She was making whining noises in the back of her throat and her eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, frustration. She was clawing at his leg now, leaving small half moons scattered down his shin, her free hand grasping. Her body was strung right, her head and shoulders pressed hard into him.
"God, Elizabeth. You are so beautiful. Come on, El. Be a good girl and come for me." His own hands were balled into fists and pressed right into the bed beside him to resist touching.
She growled low in her throat and tipped her head back to meet his eyes. "Oh. Fuck." She sucked in a lungful of air and raised her hips off the bed as her orgasm washed over her.
He watched as her body relaxed and she turned her head to look up at him again. With a sly grin she brought her hand up and slipped her fingers into her mouth. She hummed as she pulled them free again and offered them to him.
His cock was aching and leaking and the taste of her on her fingers drove him to action and he grabbed at her. He tugged her gently up his body as she giggled and offered little assistance as he flipped her so they were laying chest to chest.
He thrust his dick against her hip and she wiggled against him, her promise that his reward for doing as she wanted was coming.
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: P/E/N (Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 465
Summary: Neal does know how to keep his hands to himself, if you ask nicely.
She was stretched out between his legs, her head on his thigh and the soft waves of her hair tickling against his cock. She was naked, one hand teasing her nipples, the other softly stroking at her clit. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and every so often she'd whimper as she tilted her hips off the mattress.
He watched but didn't touch, not her or himself, that's what she'd asked for. That's what she needed tonight, to be held and not touched until she was ready. And he was always happy to make her happy. This three way relationship was still new, it had blossomed between him and Peter and grew to consume her as well. But it was still a rare thing when it was just the two of them in the bed together and he cherished it.
She tossed her head side to side, the slide of her hair against his overheated skin was like an addiction and he groaned.
That seemed to do something for her because she gasped and he watched as she slid two fingers into her center, the rhythm was intoxicating and seemed to match the throb in his cock. Every down motion of her fingers was met with up motion of her hips as she searched for that perfect depth, speed, and angle.
She was making whining noises in the back of her throat and her eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, frustration. She was clawing at his leg now, leaving small half moons scattered down his shin, her free hand grasping. Her body was strung right, her head and shoulders pressed hard into him.
"God, Elizabeth. You are so beautiful. Come on, El. Be a good girl and come for me." His own hands were balled into fists and pressed right into the bed beside him to resist touching.
She growled low in her throat and tipped her head back to meet his eyes. "Oh. Fuck." She sucked in a lungful of air and raised her hips off the bed as her orgasm washed over her.
He watched as her body relaxed and she turned her head to look up at him again. With a sly grin she brought her hand up and slipped her fingers into her mouth. She hummed as she pulled them free again and offered them to him.
His cock was aching and leaking and the taste of her on her fingers drove him to action and he grabbed at her. He tugged her gently up his body as she giggled and offered little assistance as he flipped her so they were laying chest to chest.
He thrust his dick against her hip and she wiggled against him, her promise that his reward for doing as she wanted was coming.