fic: What I'd Do To You (Part II)
TITLE: What I’d Do To You (Part II)
AUTHOR: Brio
WORDS: 1,958
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Lea/Dianna
SUMMARY: Just a little after-dinner fireplace sex.
NOTES: Part 2 of ooc-Rachberry’s birthday present. Sequel to What I’d Do To You (which is turning into a six part series). Thanks, as always, to my beta, darchino <3<3
NOTES 2: To make it more fun, I’ve switched the point of view and will probably continue to do so throughout the series.
She clears the table while you prepare dessert, strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate. She’s humming along with the Christmas carols drifting through from the stereo and you find yourself pausing in your actions just to watch her, to take her in. For dinner, she’d thrown on a jumper and a pair of your shorts. You curse yourself inwardly for owning such a short pair of shorts.
“What?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder at you.
“Nothing,” you say, reddening slightly and turning back to the strawberries.
“Hmm,” she hums, abandoning the dishes to walk up behind you, arms circling your waist. “It didn’t look like nothing,” she whispers, lips pressing against your skin, just below your ear. You feel your eyes slide shut and take a quick breath, trying to ignore how amazing it feels to have her pressed against you as her lips start to suck a sensitive patch of skin just below your ear.
“Just thinking,” you hear yourself whisper as her hands start to unbutton the shirt you’d been wearing when she arrived home.
“About?” she asks, fingertips tracing patterns across your abdomen. You feel a coiling sensation deep inside you and bite back a moan.
“I’m wondering how you managed to find my shortest pair of shorts,” you say and she chuckles, twisting you around in her arms to look at you. Her teeth run over her bottom lip and you stare unabashedly as you imagine what you want those lips to do to you. “I thought I’d hidden them away since it’s not exactly summer outside.”
“Are you seriously going to complain?” she asks, fixing you with a look and you shake your head at once, eyes sweeping up and down her body, lingering slightly longer on her legs. “Good.” She reaches behind you to grab the bowl of strawberries and gives you a wink as she carries them out of the kitchen. You finish melting the chocolate and hurry after her to find her stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, jumper discarded a few feet away.
“Feeling the heat?” you ask, ripping your gaze away from her exposed chest and dropping down next to her. You place the bowl of chocolate on the hearth.
“Maybe a little,” she says, grinning as she dips her hand into the bowl of strawberries and plucks one from the top. “Here,” she swirls the strawberry in the chocolate and holds it to your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick off a drop of chocolate before it falls to the rug and then you capture the fruit between your lips and take a bite, the slightly sour taste permeating your mouth before you start to chew.
“Mmm,” you moan and she smiles, “Very tasty.”
“You should take off that shirt,” she nods at the offending garment. “I don’t want you to get chocolate on it.” You open the final two buttons and shrug the shirt off, tossing it in the direction of her jumper.
“I don’t want chocolate on my shorts either,” you retort and she grins, running her teeth over her bottom lip before lying back on the rug and raising her hips. You watch the muscles in her calves and her thighs flex as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of the shorts and tugs them down to her knees. You feel a short gasp of air leave your lips as she lowers her hips and slides the shorts off, throwing them towards the other clothes. She pushes herself up onto her elbow, resting her head on her hand and reaches for the chocolate, dipping her index finger into the bowl.
“Come here,” she murmurs and at once you’re crawling towards her on your hands and knees. She raises her finger to your lips and your tongue darts out to taste it. She smiles and cocks her head to the side, “Such restraint, babe.”
You roll your eyes and part your lips, sucking the tip of her finger between them. Your tongue swirls around, lapping up the sticky chocolate before releasing the digit.
“Yum,” you say, reaching for a strawberry. You watch, mesmerised as her tongue licks every drop of chocolate from the fruit pinched between your fingers and her teeth nibble at the bottom. You toss the top back into the bowl when she’s done and lean in close to dab a smudge of chocolate from her chin.
“Hi,” she says, smiling at your touch. You mouth your response and then lean in to capture her lips, hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed moments before yours do and her hand comes to rest on your back, pulling you down as she rolls onto her back. The kiss is languid, tongues painting long strokes and tiny whimpers as teeth scrape against lips, nibbling lightly.
She reverses your positions, rolling you onto your back, somehow managing to avoid hitting the bowl of strawberries. She pins your shoulders to the floor as she pushes herself up and straddles your hips, knees sinking into the rug. Subconsciously, your hips rise slightly, pushing against hers and she grins, shaking her head before reaching for the bowl of chocolate.
Your hands find her thighs and stroke the insides with your thumbs as she dips two fingers into the chocolate, bringing them down to your chest. You squirm a little at the sensation of the warm chocolate on your skin. She draws patterns above your breasts before ducking her head to lick it all away; her tongue on your skin makes you moan and arch ever so slightly into her touch.
Her next set of patterns trail between your breasts and you wish that she’d run her tongue over your straining nipples. After she’s licked you clean, however, her fingers are writing words over your abdomen and she moves down your body, hair falling loose and tickling your skin as she slides her body between your legs. She pauses when you groan in frustration.
“Problem?” she asks, running her tongue over your skin again, letting her teeth scrape over it. She glances up into your eyes and you shake your head quickly.
“No problem,” you say, “Please continue.” She chuckles, lowering her mouth once more.
“Higher or lower?” she asks, reaching for the chocolate.
“Your choice,” you say, closing your eyes as your hips roll upwards before you can stop them. She shifts her position again, moving back up your body, grinding her hips playfully against yours.
“Was that your subtle way of telling me to go lower, babe?”
You can hear the smirk in her voice but you don’t open your eyes to glare up at her. You don’t respond at all until her finger circles your right nipple, quickly followed by her tongue. You arch your back and she moves her mouth away, drawing a second circle around your left nipple.
“Tease,” you mutter, trying to squeeze your thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the ache that won’t stop building between your legs. Maddeningly, she chuckles again and you open your eyes as she moves one of her legs to the outside of your thigh, leaving her left leg between yours. As her tongue sweeps across your nipple, she grinds her thigh against your centre and you moan, legs instantly constricting, hips rocking up into hers.
“Lower? Or should I stick?” she purrs, reaching for the chocolate. Instead of running her fingers over your body, she parts her lips and runs her tongue over the tip of her finger, sucking the digit into her mouth. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes again and exhale loudly. “Babe?” She moans and pushes her thigh harder against you.
“Lower,” you gasp through gritted teeth. “Please. Lower.”
Breaking contact with your body as little as possible, she slides down your body, pressing light kisses against your skin until she’s nestled between your legs. You feel her lips press against the inside of your thighs and then her hand pushing them further apart. You bend your knees, curling your toes into the rug in anticipation of her touch.
“Please,” you whisper, running your hand through her hair. You glance down to see her licking her lips and when her eyes catch your gaze, she smiles, eyes twinkling. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she says, turning her head to press her lips to the palm of your hand. You smile back at her and she runs her hands up the back of your thighs until they cup your ass. Her gaze breaks away from yours as she moves forward, tongue finally making contact with where you need it most.
You whimper as she paints a few quick strokes over your clit, the tip of her tongue writing letters and drawing patterns. The patterns are familiar and you’re sure that she’s writing her name, over and over. You try to keep your hips still as she presses harder against you until she moves her mouth away, licking her lips.
You tighten your grip on her hair and she chuckles.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe.”
She settles again, your hips canting upwards ever so slightly in anticipation. You feel her exhale against you and your entire body shivers, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. A soft whimper works its way past your lips. You’re not normally this impatient but every single nerve in your body is thrumming with want and need.
She decides you’ve had enough and slides her tongue between your folds, pushing inside you. You moan, eyes rolling back as you buck against her mouth. Her strokes are slow at first, teasing until you whisper that you need more. Her tongue curls inside you, running over the spot that causes you to curl your toes deeper into the rug and moan her name.
“More.”
She obliges, thrusting her tongue deeper until you start to beg her to make you come. The words stream out of your mouth, punctuating with whimpers as warmth starts to spread all over your body. You’re close and when she pulls her tongue away from you, you groan, hips rocking up, still seeking release.
Three of her fingers replace her tongue and you can’t help yourself from screaming her name as her lips close around your clit, sucking liberally. Her lips, her tongue and then her teeth… the pressure inside you becomes too much and you lift yourself off the ground, moaning her name as your muscles clench fiercely around her fingers.
Satiated, you ease yourself back to the ground, her fingers still moving slowly inside you.
“Enough,” you hear yourself whisper.
“Enough?” she asks, removing her fingers and pushing herself up. She straddles your waist again and you watch, breathing heavily, as she brings her fingers to her mouth and her tongue licks them clean.
“For now,” you answer, a smile on your lips.
“You sound like a woman with a plan,” she notes, reaching for the bowl on the hearth again. With her fingers now coated in the hardening chocolate, she brings her hand to your mouth. You suck the chocolate off, tasting yourself on her fingers as well and lie back.
“I’m all sticky,” you say, gesturing to the top half of your body.
“And how do you propose we clean you up?” she smirks down at you, fingers splaying across your abdomen.
“Last one in the shower is a rotten… hey!”
She’s up like a shot, hurrying towards the bedroom. You’re barely on your feet when you hear the en-suite door open and the sound of a shower running.
“A rotten what, babe?” she asks demurely, greeting you at the bathroom door.
“Never mind,” you respond, pushing her backwards towards the running water.
Part 3
AUTHOR: Brio
WORDS: 1,958
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Lea/Dianna
SUMMARY: Just a little after-dinner fireplace sex.
NOTES: Part 2 of ooc-Rachberry’s birthday present. Sequel to What I’d Do To You (which is turning into a six part series). Thanks, as always, to my beta, darchino <3<3
NOTES 2: To make it more fun, I’ve switched the point of view and will probably continue to do so throughout the series.
She clears the table while you prepare dessert, strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate. She’s humming along with the Christmas carols drifting through from the stereo and you find yourself pausing in your actions just to watch her, to take her in. For dinner, she’d thrown on a jumper and a pair of your shorts. You curse yourself inwardly for owning such a short pair of shorts.
“What?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder at you.
“Nothing,” you say, reddening slightly and turning back to the strawberries.
“Hmm,” she hums, abandoning the dishes to walk up behind you, arms circling your waist. “It didn’t look like nothing,” she whispers, lips pressing against your skin, just below your ear. You feel your eyes slide shut and take a quick breath, trying to ignore how amazing it feels to have her pressed against you as her lips start to suck a sensitive patch of skin just below your ear.
“Just thinking,” you hear yourself whisper as her hands start to unbutton the shirt you’d been wearing when she arrived home.
“About?” she asks, fingertips tracing patterns across your abdomen. You feel a coiling sensation deep inside you and bite back a moan.
“I’m wondering how you managed to find my shortest pair of shorts,” you say and she chuckles, twisting you around in her arms to look at you. Her teeth run over her bottom lip and you stare unabashedly as you imagine what you want those lips to do to you. “I thought I’d hidden them away since it’s not exactly summer outside.”
“Are you seriously going to complain?” she asks, fixing you with a look and you shake your head at once, eyes sweeping up and down her body, lingering slightly longer on her legs. “Good.” She reaches behind you to grab the bowl of strawberries and gives you a wink as she carries them out of the kitchen. You finish melting the chocolate and hurry after her to find her stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, jumper discarded a few feet away.
“Feeling the heat?” you ask, ripping your gaze away from her exposed chest and dropping down next to her. You place the bowl of chocolate on the hearth.
“Maybe a little,” she says, grinning as she dips her hand into the bowl of strawberries and plucks one from the top. “Here,” she swirls the strawberry in the chocolate and holds it to your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick off a drop of chocolate before it falls to the rug and then you capture the fruit between your lips and take a bite, the slightly sour taste permeating your mouth before you start to chew.
“Mmm,” you moan and she smiles, “Very tasty.”
“You should take off that shirt,” she nods at the offending garment. “I don’t want you to get chocolate on it.” You open the final two buttons and shrug the shirt off, tossing it in the direction of her jumper.
“I don’t want chocolate on my shorts either,” you retort and she grins, running her teeth over her bottom lip before lying back on the rug and raising her hips. You watch the muscles in her calves and her thighs flex as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of the shorts and tugs them down to her knees. You feel a short gasp of air leave your lips as she lowers her hips and slides the shorts off, throwing them towards the other clothes. She pushes herself up onto her elbow, resting her head on her hand and reaches for the chocolate, dipping her index finger into the bowl.
“Come here,” she murmurs and at once you’re crawling towards her on your hands and knees. She raises her finger to your lips and your tongue darts out to taste it. She smiles and cocks her head to the side, “Such restraint, babe.”
You roll your eyes and part your lips, sucking the tip of her finger between them. Your tongue swirls around, lapping up the sticky chocolate before releasing the digit.
“Yum,” you say, reaching for a strawberry. You watch, mesmerised as her tongue licks every drop of chocolate from the fruit pinched between your fingers and her teeth nibble at the bottom. You toss the top back into the bowl when she’s done and lean in close to dab a smudge of chocolate from her chin.
“Hi,” she says, smiling at your touch. You mouth your response and then lean in to capture her lips, hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed moments before yours do and her hand comes to rest on your back, pulling you down as she rolls onto her back. The kiss is languid, tongues painting long strokes and tiny whimpers as teeth scrape against lips, nibbling lightly.
She reverses your positions, rolling you onto your back, somehow managing to avoid hitting the bowl of strawberries. She pins your shoulders to the floor as she pushes herself up and straddles your hips, knees sinking into the rug. Subconsciously, your hips rise slightly, pushing against hers and she grins, shaking her head before reaching for the bowl of chocolate.
Your hands find her thighs and stroke the insides with your thumbs as she dips two fingers into the chocolate, bringing them down to your chest. You squirm a little at the sensation of the warm chocolate on your skin. She draws patterns above your breasts before ducking her head to lick it all away; her tongue on your skin makes you moan and arch ever so slightly into her touch.
Her next set of patterns trail between your breasts and you wish that she’d run her tongue over your straining nipples. After she’s licked you clean, however, her fingers are writing words over your abdomen and she moves down your body, hair falling loose and tickling your skin as she slides her body between your legs. She pauses when you groan in frustration.
“Problem?” she asks, running her tongue over your skin again, letting her teeth scrape over it. She glances up into your eyes and you shake your head quickly.
“No problem,” you say, “Please continue.” She chuckles, lowering her mouth once more.
“Higher or lower?” she asks, reaching for the chocolate.
“Your choice,” you say, closing your eyes as your hips roll upwards before you can stop them. She shifts her position again, moving back up your body, grinding her hips playfully against yours.
“Was that your subtle way of telling me to go lower, babe?”
You can hear the smirk in her voice but you don’t open your eyes to glare up at her. You don’t respond at all until her finger circles your right nipple, quickly followed by her tongue. You arch your back and she moves her mouth away, drawing a second circle around your left nipple.
“Tease,” you mutter, trying to squeeze your thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the ache that won’t stop building between your legs. Maddeningly, she chuckles again and you open your eyes as she moves one of her legs to the outside of your thigh, leaving her left leg between yours. As her tongue sweeps across your nipple, she grinds her thigh against your centre and you moan, legs instantly constricting, hips rocking up into hers.
“Lower? Or should I stick?” she purrs, reaching for the chocolate. Instead of running her fingers over your body, she parts her lips and runs her tongue over the tip of her finger, sucking the digit into her mouth. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes again and exhale loudly. “Babe?” She moans and pushes her thigh harder against you.
“Lower,” you gasp through gritted teeth. “Please. Lower.”
Breaking contact with your body as little as possible, she slides down your body, pressing light kisses against your skin until she’s nestled between your legs. You feel her lips press against the inside of your thighs and then her hand pushing them further apart. You bend your knees, curling your toes into the rug in anticipation of her touch.
“Please,” you whisper, running your hand through her hair. You glance down to see her licking her lips and when her eyes catch your gaze, she smiles, eyes twinkling. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she says, turning her head to press her lips to the palm of your hand. You smile back at her and she runs her hands up the back of your thighs until they cup your ass. Her gaze breaks away from yours as she moves forward, tongue finally making contact with where you need it most.
You whimper as she paints a few quick strokes over your clit, the tip of her tongue writing letters and drawing patterns. The patterns are familiar and you’re sure that she’s writing her name, over and over. You try to keep your hips still as she presses harder against you until she moves her mouth away, licking her lips.
You tighten your grip on her hair and she chuckles.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe.”
She settles again, your hips canting upwards ever so slightly in anticipation. You feel her exhale against you and your entire body shivers, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. A soft whimper works its way past your lips. You’re not normally this impatient but every single nerve in your body is thrumming with want and need.
She decides you’ve had enough and slides her tongue between your folds, pushing inside you. You moan, eyes rolling back as you buck against her mouth. Her strokes are slow at first, teasing until you whisper that you need more. Her tongue curls inside you, running over the spot that causes you to curl your toes deeper into the rug and moan her name.
“More.”
She obliges, thrusting her tongue deeper until you start to beg her to make you come. The words stream out of your mouth, punctuating with whimpers as warmth starts to spread all over your body. You’re close and when she pulls her tongue away from you, you groan, hips rocking up, still seeking release.
Three of her fingers replace her tongue and you can’t help yourself from screaming her name as her lips close around your clit, sucking liberally. Her lips, her tongue and then her teeth… the pressure inside you becomes too much and you lift yourself off the ground, moaning her name as your muscles clench fiercely around her fingers.
Satiated, you ease yourself back to the ground, her fingers still moving slowly inside you.
“Enough,” you hear yourself whisper.
“Enough?” she asks, removing her fingers and pushing herself up. She straddles your waist again and you watch, breathing heavily, as she brings her fingers to her mouth and her tongue licks them clean.
“For now,” you answer, a smile on your lips.
“You sound like a woman with a plan,” she notes, reaching for the bowl on the hearth again. With her fingers now coated in the hardening chocolate, she brings her hand to your mouth. You suck the chocolate off, tasting yourself on her fingers as well and lie back.
“I’m all sticky,” you say, gesturing to the top half of your body.
“And how do you propose we clean you up?” she smirks down at you, fingers splaying across your abdomen.
“Last one in the shower is a rotten… hey!”
She’s up like a shot, hurrying towards the bedroom. You’re barely on your feet when you hear the en-suite door open and the sound of a shower running.
“A rotten what, babe?” she asks demurely, greeting you at the bathroom door.
“Never mind,” you respond, pushing her backwards towards the running water.
Part 3