FMA Fic: Emulsion
Title: Emulsion
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sheska/Havoc
Warnings: Super-light bondage (at which I fail ;_;), Plot? What plot?, icky het ;)
Summary: This was Pairing Generator Challenge. My keywords were: "water," "oil," and "dogleash."
Thanks loreamara for looking this over for me and letting me ramble about it. You're super! I considered the organization, and I just can't figure out how I'd do it. ;_; Let me know if you think this is passable.
Well, this certainly wasn’t what he had planned.
The narrow woman beneath him moaned softly and his lips found the hollow where collarbone met throat and he nibbled softly and soothed with a warm tongue.
Havoc licked his lips and took notice of how dry his mouth was. How long had it been? Too long, he knew that for certain. He shot a nervous glance at his shirt crumpled on the floor beside the bed and wondered if his breath smelled too much like smoke and if he should maybe offer her another pillow. Or something to drink, maybe? Was her mouth as dry as his was? Maybe she’d want some coffee...
A hand worked its way up his arm and cupped the back his neck, pulling his mouth down onto hers. How had he gotten here, again? All he’d wanted to do was check out a library book. She had been so helpful and had leaned in perhaps a little too close when she guided him through a particularly complicated text and she had smelled good. Like library paste and dust, but feminine and delicate and nice.
Havoc was a bit surprised by the sharp nip she laid on his earlobe but it felt good and he wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he began to slide a hand up from her hip and under the hem of her blouse, just far enough in to brush his fingertips over her navel. She wriggled deliciously and fisted her hand in the scratchy blanket.
He had known that she no longer worked in the library, but he had run into her on his way and it only seemed natural to ask. He’d thought she had blushed and he had been flattered, but then realized that her cheeks were merely flushed with the excitement of having the opportunity to share the brilliance of the Dewey decimal system. Secretly, he’d still been a bit flattered.
“Jean...” she gasped, as he raised one of her arms above her head and suckled at the crook of her elbow.
Something inside tensed as he heard his name and he slid his hand higher up her shirt. He slipped his fingertips just under the edge of her bra and traced a gentle line under the curve of her breast. She made a small noise in the back of her throat. She seemed to like that. Havoc smiled and buried his face in her hair. Sheska giggled when the dog beside the bed yipped and Havoc grinned into her shoulder.
He’d been appointed the duty of watching Hawkeye’s dog for the weekend while she was out of town. Hawkeye had decided that Colonel Mustang would put off feeding the dog like he put off signing his paperwork, that Feury would spoil it and it would come back with no manners, and that Falman, though appropriately strict, would bore it and it would likely chew something that she would have to replace. Figuring that Havoc turning the dog into a delicacy was the least likely of all the worst-case scenarios, he had been granted the responsibility. Black Hayate was, in fact, the reason he had been headed to the library that afternoon.
Havoc raised one blond eyebrow when Sheska reached a hand down to scritch at the top of Black Hayate’s head. She was amazingly casual about this very intimate thing they were doing, especially considering how little they had known of one another earlier that morning. She had been eagerly helpful, but hesitant on the more social level as she helped him find books on dog care. The instructions that Hawkeye had left with him had seemed a bit...tyrannical, and Havoc just didn’t have the energy to follow the regimen that Hawkeye apparently did every day.
Sheska, herself, had never had dogs, but she’d read about them at length. They had dug their way through a few dusty tomes and eventually the topic came up that Sheska had never met Black Hayate, the most famous dog on base. Oh, she’d heard the stories of Breda hiding from the puppy on top of the filing cabinet(and, if she hadn’t already, Havoc would have been sure to fill her in) and she’d heard about Hawkeye’s strict discipline, but she’d never actually met the dog itself. So, it only made sense that she were to come back to Havoc’s place and pet the dog.
Havoc swallowed thickly and nuzzled his way from her neck to her chest and nudged tentatively at her top button with his nose. She arched up and he took that as his cue. He’d never tried this before and he wasn’t sure if it was wise, but he took the small button between his teeth and started to tug gently. With some heavy thought paid to strategy and logistics, he managed to slip the button free of its hole. He relished the sight of her pale skin for a moment before licking a thin trail down to her next button. Black Hayate grumbled from the floor, neglected, and wiggled around a bit, the metal latch of his collar making a hard sound when it tapped the floor boards.
Actually, by the time they had arrived back at Havoc’s apartment, they had paid little attention to Black Hayate. Sheska had instead been distracted by his bookcase and had asked him questions about each book that adorned the shelves. Had he read the follow-up to this one or that? What did he think of the resolution in this one? And what about the characterization to that thick one on the end? Didn’t it seem contrived? Havoc had to blush and admit that he hadn’t gotten around to reading many of them yet. Sheska had looked heartbroken at that and had launched into a tight hug. How sad that someone had so many books so close to them but had not the time to read them!
Havoc had hugged her back, a bit surprised but not any more so than by anything else she had done that evening. But it was nice. Was it a date at that point? Did spending an afternoon discussing pets and literature and their pasts count as a date? What about when he brought her back to his place? Is that where the line was drawn? Maybe if he offered her a drink? Whatever he should be calling this, it felt the least like a date of any of the dates he’d ever had. And, he had to admit to himself, maybe that was why it was going so well.
Havoc opened his mouth for a throaty moan when Sheska trailed a hand up his side and began to scratch at his head in a fashion similar to what she was doing to Black Hayate. He looked up when she giggled.
“I’m waiting for you to start kicking your leg, or something,” she said softly. Even with her shirt half open, her glasses forgotten somewhere between the front door and the bed, and her leg wrapped around his waist, Sheska still managed to look demure.
He grinned a silly, lopsided grin. “They don’t call me a dog of the military for nothing,” he said and lapped at her neck for illustration.
She scratched a bit faster. “Is that so?”
Havoc watched as she lowered her eyes to half-mast and continued to paw at Black Hayate with one hand. As touching as it was, Havoc really wanted her hands onhim instead of the damn dog. He went back to work on her buttons, hoping to regain her attention.
“Dog of the military, you say?” she asked in a voice a hair rougher than it had been a moment earlier.
He glanced up and saw the mischievous grin sliding up her face. Then he saw the dog leash in her hand. She swung it around in a circle once, acutely aware of her props. He raised his eyebrows at the shy girl in his bed, her eyes staring back seductively at him and her hand wrapped around an implement of bondage. Surely he was reading into it too much. He couldn’t quite reconcile the two images he had of her, battling it out in his head right now...which wasn’t such an unpleasant thought in itself.
“Mm hm,” he mumbled and eyed the clasp on the front of her bra, wondering if it was worth the effort and possible embarrassment of trying to undo it with his teeth. He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand cupping under his chin and he lifted his face to look at her. She was blushing, which was ridiculously endearing, but her eyes held a playful glint as her lips twisted around the most impossibly arousing words Havoc had ever heard. “What are you doing off your leash, boy?”
He choked a bit and pushed up on his hands. His hard cock rubbed against her thigh and he uttered a moan and she grinned a bit more deviously. The facade, however, was broken when she giggled. Havoc raised his eyebrows at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. The books said-“
Havoc grinned and kissed at her collarbone and she was quiet. “How about you just show me what the books said?”
She smiled shyly and reached out a hand to push his chin upward. He felt the cool, smooth leather slip around his neck. The cold clasp pushed against his Adam’s apple as she fastened it. She looked up at him through her lashes.
“What now?” she asked in a small voice, betraying of her earlier confidence.
Havoc grinned, slow and luxurious. “How should I know?” he asked, “I’m just a dog.” And he licked a moist trail up the side of her neck and behind her ear.
He stared at her for a moment. She looked to be reading between his lines to see if he would ridicule her. He saw her eyes waver; brief flashes of hesitance and mischievousness battled for a split second and then he saw it. She emulsified before him, her oil and water finding a balance somewhere in the middle and hanging, suspended and perfect. Her smile was slow at first, but her eyes conveyed exactly what she was capable of doing to him. Slowly, in an almost thespian manner, she wrapped the leash around the palm of her hand twice, three times and tugged lightly.
It was enough to knock him off balance and he fell with his face into her abdomen, which forced air out of her lungs along with some light laughter. Havoc recovered nicely, though, nibbling at the curve of her waist and lower, down to the top of her slacks. Pleased with his newfound dental dexterity, he began to unclasp her pants. She moaned softly, gripped one hand in his hair and tightened the leash with the other. Havoc’s head was pulled to one side and his teeth brought the flap of her pants with him, exposing a triangle of dark blue panties. Sheska lifted her hips and loosened her grip on the leash, allowing Havoc to slide her pants from her hips.
When he had risen to his knees again, she slid up, too. Sheska shifted the leash to her other hand.
“Sit,” she said and looked to be holding back a giggle.
Havoc swallowed and blinked, but followed her command with an obedience that would have made Hawkeye weep. His lovely mistress drew her knees up to her chest and fastened the leash to the gray metal bars at the head of the bed. Havoc tugged a bit, then leaned back and grinned his puppy grin.
Should he be more serious about this? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself and unless his partner had any complaints with his uncontrollable glee, he wouldn’t try to reign in his excitement.
Sheska didn’t seem to mind, either. She was leaning back on her palms, her knees drawn up and tilted to one side. She looked so pretty in her dark blue bra and panties, her narrow shoulders pulled back, and her eyes intently holding his own. He realized in a rush that she was entirely too far away. He reached out for her and she grinned and swatted at his hand.
“No begging, boy,” she said, the strain of amusement in her voice obvious.
Havoc smirked and offered a small whimper. Sheska responded by tugging on his leash and guiding him up to the head of the bed and leaned him back onto the pillow. When he was situated, she rubbed her nose against his and began to press small kisses onto his cheek, his earlobe, his neck. She worked her way down his chest, tentatively brushing her lips against a nipple. When she received a sharp gasp as her reward for good behavior, she pulled the nipple between her lips and flicked her tongue at it in quick laps.
This was...so different. He spent week after week scouring the bars and the marketplaces and the typing pool for a date. He’d sought endlessly for a girlfriend when what he should have been looking for was a companion. He’d been confused by her mourning over his lack of reading time, but had quickly forgotten it when her warm body was pressed snugly against his and he could smell her hair and she told him the story of a particular poetry collection that she had to wait a whole week to read because Lieutenant Colonel Hughes had kept her so late at the office.
He knew she hadn’t initiated the hug for sexual purposes, but he didn’t have the will to resist clasping his hands together behind her back and resting his cheek on the top of her head. He’d been willing to keep it merely friendly until she began to tell him how happy she was that he read and that the last few men she had been in contact with had cruelly scoffed at her passion. She told him about being stood up the last couple weekends and that it was so nice to spend a Friday afternoon chatting with someone so friendly and oh! What was that book on his coffee table?
Sheska continued her slow trek down his abdomen, her tongue swirling slowly in the fine trail of blond hair and stopping at the top of his pants. She glanced up at him and blushed.
“I doubt I can do what you did with your teeth. Do you mind if I just use my hands?”
Anything, he wanted to say, use anything you want.
Instead, he nodded slowly and watched as her fingers found the button and popped it free. He groaned when she nuzzled her face into the exposed curls.
Until she had pushed herself into his arms, Havoc wouldn’t have been able to imagine how they would function together. They were too different; he was a dedicated military dog and she was the hesitant bookworm assistant to his friend. He stayed out late and drank with his friends and told crude jokes. She stayed home in her dim living room, curled in a blanket with a book or three spread in front of her. But then her scent filled him and her head was warm against his cheek and it was all just so unexpected.
Unexpected like the way she was hooking her fingers over the waist of his pants and pulling them downward. Unexpected like the way her tongue felt sliding slickly up his inner thigh and the way her teeth felt as they nipped at the sharp bone of his hip.
Unexpected and...rather nice, actually. He didn’t know if it this had been successful because he hadn’t tried so hard himself, or if it was just because she was Sheska. It didn’t matter, though. It didn’t matter because all he could concentrate on at the moment was the feeling of her warm mouth wrapping around his cock.
Her tongue lapped and his body tingled. He moaned and strained upward, trying to feel her tongue more firmly against him. Havoc had to admit that the leash did little to restrain him. In fact, it served as little more than a reminder that he was very owned at the moment by a very lenient mistress and he should be thanking whatever he believed in that she was so kind to him.
He should be on his knees and thanking her for the way her tongue slid up his length, teased at the tip, and swooped back down in a tribal sort of dance. He felt the heat start at his extremities and work its way toward his core. His nerves felt like they were being deprived of oxygen. Havoc reached a hand out and slid his fingers into her hair like it could somehow stop him from falling off the world entirely.
He’d thought he had fallen off the world when she’d looked up from their embrace in his living room and he’d looked down and it had just felt the like the appropriate thing to do when he leaned over to brush his lips against hers. She’d hesitated and so had he, maybe just out of surprise, or maybe out of quiet recognition that this would likely go no deeper than whatever happened from then until when she left in the morning. But he’d pushed those thoughts away and pushed back down to reclaim her lips and kiss and nibble and lick any concerns that she may have away. Because he was nice like that.
And she was being so very nice in return. Teeth glanced against sensitive skin and soft finger kneaded at his hip and he thought he might explode. Sheska was driving all the thoughts from his mind that might lead him to believe that this wouldn’t work. She wasn’t a librarian right now and he wasn’t a soldier and they weren’t two people in opposing orbit. Instead, they were two people tangled together in a bed in the dimness of dusk with a dog yipping on the floor. It was all so...normal.
It took enormous control, but he was able to force fingers under her chin and lift her mouth away from his cock for a moment to look in her eyes. He smiled weakly.
“Will you turn around?” he asked softly.
Sheska blinked at him but rose to obey.
“And take those off, too,” he said, pointing at her panties.
She blushed and looked down but slid them over hips and kicked them off anyway. She knelt back on the bed and Havoc set his hands on her hips and guided her around until her knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of his chest and her forearms were resting alongside his thighs.
Havoc rubbed at one ankle briefly before sliding a hand along her calf, brushing the back of her knee with his thumb in a way that made her arms tremble, and moving slowly up her thigh to rest on her hip. He could feel her warmth near his face and he could feel her tongue sweep out again to lick at his cock. Slowly, he moved his other hand up and slipped one finger between her folds. She was warm and slick and she moaned, sending vibrations through his body.
He felt Sheska’s teeth slide along his length and squeeze lightly at the head and he began to stroke her slowly with his finger. She was making noises he’d never imagined escaping her throat. He’d never pictured her like this, not in all the years he’d known her, not in all the times he’d entered the library and she’d smiled politely and helped him find just what he was looking for.
She applied a light suction to his cock and he wondered if she had helped him once again in his search. Sheska’s mouth tugged and lavished and brought him so close to the edge. Havoc’s tongue lapped hungrily at her wetness and slipped inside, withdrew, slid back in. She bucked her hips back and he bucked his up, falling into a rhythm, moving in a single sensuous line until she cried out. Havoc swallowed her considerable wetness and she looked over her shoulder, pleading.
“I want you in me,” she whispered softly, rubbing her cheek against his cock.
Havoc whimpered softly and sat up faster than he ever had before...until his collar pulled his trachea tight and he choked out. Sheska gasped and put a hand over her mouth. When the tears stopped flowing from his eyes and he could breathe again, nervous laughter tumbled out of his lover’s mouth and she buried her head in her hands. Havoc’s face reddened but he began to laugh as well, louder still when Sheska collapsed into his arms.
“I am so sorry!” she gasped around giggles, “Maybe we should take it off?”
Havoc managed a silly grin and shrugged. “I don’t know. I kind of like it.”
She tugged on the leash playfully and he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Shall we?” she asked
He scratched his fingers against the back of her head and nodded.
She looked up at him. “Kneel, boy.”
Havoc smirked but lifted her out of his arms and deposited her beside him on the mattress before rolling over - taking considerably more care with the leash this time - and propped himself forward on all fours. Sheska wiggled herself in front of him and backed up slowly. He dropped a few kisses down her spine and she shivered.
Havoc watched as his leash rubbed where it was draped over her shoulder and goose bumps rose on her skin. He swept his tongue over them, only managing to make them multiply. She pushed back further and he could feel her against him and moaned lightly. Havoc ran a hand over her ribs, over her hip, around front, and between her legs. He brushed against her lightly and she whimpered.
“Ready?”
She nodded and he pushed into her warmth. Sheska recoiled a bit and he wondered if it had been as long for her as it had been for him and if maybe he should stop. But she drew in a breath and pushed back onto him. His torso molded onto her back and his lips found her neck. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other remained locked at the elbow to hold him upright. Slowly, Havoc pulled his hips back and pushed them forward, feeling her warmth leave him and return, filling him almost as much as he was filling her.
He saw sparks and stars and the light at the end of the tunnel and he hoped that it wasn’t presumptuous to assume, by the sound of her gasps and moans and the way she was whimpering his name, that she was seeing similar photo events.
Sheska wrapped her hand around the slack of the leash, pulled him tight to her back, and pressed the tangled leash into the mattress. Havoc fought the urge to pull his considerable weight off the slender woman beneath him, but she didn’t seem to mind so much, so he went back to moving his hips.
Together, they found a rhythm again, moving in opposition to each other. Havoc never completely left her body and Sheska never quite stopped moaning and mewling and gripping handfuls of sheet between her fingers. Burying his face in her auburn hair, he couldn’t help but think of all the women he had dated, all the unsuccessful attempts at relationships, all the empty embraces and encounters. He thought of the women that he had been head-over-heels for that would inevitably stray as soon as something better - usually the colonel - came along. He’d never been one to set up borders and fences for those he cared about, preferring to allow freedom instead.
The leash was tugged down a bit further and Havoc’s face was pressed deeper in to Sheska’s hair as she began to break their rhythm to move faster, causing his knees to bend a bit with each push and he caught up to the new metronome she seemed to following. What had been hungry thrusting had become a desperate rocking motion, no longer moving counter to each other, one motion, one body melting into the next. It was a smooth slide forward, half a count of rest, then a smooth dip backwards. Havoc rubbed his head against the slick sweat on her back, trailed his tongue up her spine, and began to twist his fingers in the curls between her legs.
Sheska slid one hand up his arm and gripped her fingers into the crook. She collapsed beneath him and tugged him down to lay full-length over her body. Havoc gasped lightly as he felt her thighs begin to tense and guide her hips from their position pressed into the mattress. He rocked his hips against her movements, liking the fluid way their bodies moved together, the warmth and wetness he felt around his cock, and the sound of her high-pitched gasps mingling with the creaking of his bed. Her ears were pink and soft and begged for his tongue to travel up their shell. They tasted warm in his mouth.
Havoc squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her tense and jerk backward, her head tossed back and her throat straightening to allow the expulsion of a sharp breath. The hot muscles inside flexed around his cock and her wetness seeped out, sliding down his scrotum in a lazy way. He heard her call out his name, urgent and demanding and present beneath him, calling him back home and he moved his hips forward once more, needful and impatient.
He dropped his head to rest hard onto her back as he came, flashes of white going off in his periphery like gunshots in night, and he fought the urge to sit straight up, lifting her onto his lap. Instead, when he gained marginal control of his musculature and his eyes regained focus, he merely let his weight fall heavily onto her back, sliding one hand down the length of her arm to twine his fingers into hers.
Havoc’s back curved up with each breath she took and he smiled as he tilted his head down to kiss the back of her neck.
“Good boy,” she muttered is a gentle voice as her breathing evened out into a soft slumber.
Havoc rubbed his muzzle against the back of her head as Black Hayate murmured on the floor beside the bed. He fingered the now-damp collar still hanging loosely around his neck and made a mental note that he would have to offer to dog-sit more often.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sheska/Havoc
Warnings: Super-light bondage (at which I fail ;_;), Plot? What plot?, icky het ;)
Summary: This was Pairing Generator Challenge. My keywords were: "water," "oil," and "dogleash."
Thanks loreamara for looking this over for me and letting me ramble about it. You're super! I considered the organization, and I just can't figure out how I'd do it. ;_; Let me know if you think this is passable.
Well, this certainly wasn’t what he had planned.
The narrow woman beneath him moaned softly and his lips found the hollow where collarbone met throat and he nibbled softly and soothed with a warm tongue.
Havoc licked his lips and took notice of how dry his mouth was. How long had it been? Too long, he knew that for certain. He shot a nervous glance at his shirt crumpled on the floor beside the bed and wondered if his breath smelled too much like smoke and if he should maybe offer her another pillow. Or something to drink, maybe? Was her mouth as dry as his was? Maybe she’d want some coffee...
A hand worked its way up his arm and cupped the back his neck, pulling his mouth down onto hers. How had he gotten here, again? All he’d wanted to do was check out a library book. She had been so helpful and had leaned in perhaps a little too close when she guided him through a particularly complicated text and she had smelled good. Like library paste and dust, but feminine and delicate and nice.
Havoc was a bit surprised by the sharp nip she laid on his earlobe but it felt good and he wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he began to slide a hand up from her hip and under the hem of her blouse, just far enough in to brush his fingertips over her navel. She wriggled deliciously and fisted her hand in the scratchy blanket.
He had known that she no longer worked in the library, but he had run into her on his way and it only seemed natural to ask. He’d thought she had blushed and he had been flattered, but then realized that her cheeks were merely flushed with the excitement of having the opportunity to share the brilliance of the Dewey decimal system. Secretly, he’d still been a bit flattered.
“Jean...” she gasped, as he raised one of her arms above her head and suckled at the crook of her elbow.
Something inside tensed as he heard his name and he slid his hand higher up her shirt. He slipped his fingertips just under the edge of her bra and traced a gentle line under the curve of her breast. She made a small noise in the back of her throat. She seemed to like that. Havoc smiled and buried his face in her hair. Sheska giggled when the dog beside the bed yipped and Havoc grinned into her shoulder.
He’d been appointed the duty of watching Hawkeye’s dog for the weekend while she was out of town. Hawkeye had decided that Colonel Mustang would put off feeding the dog like he put off signing his paperwork, that Feury would spoil it and it would come back with no manners, and that Falman, though appropriately strict, would bore it and it would likely chew something that she would have to replace. Figuring that Havoc turning the dog into a delicacy was the least likely of all the worst-case scenarios, he had been granted the responsibility. Black Hayate was, in fact, the reason he had been headed to the library that afternoon.
Havoc raised one blond eyebrow when Sheska reached a hand down to scritch at the top of Black Hayate’s head. She was amazingly casual about this very intimate thing they were doing, especially considering how little they had known of one another earlier that morning. She had been eagerly helpful, but hesitant on the more social level as she helped him find books on dog care. The instructions that Hawkeye had left with him had seemed a bit...tyrannical, and Havoc just didn’t have the energy to follow the regimen that Hawkeye apparently did every day.
Sheska, herself, had never had dogs, but she’d read about them at length. They had dug their way through a few dusty tomes and eventually the topic came up that Sheska had never met Black Hayate, the most famous dog on base. Oh, she’d heard the stories of Breda hiding from the puppy on top of the filing cabinet(and, if she hadn’t already, Havoc would have been sure to fill her in) and she’d heard about Hawkeye’s strict discipline, but she’d never actually met the dog itself. So, it only made sense that she were to come back to Havoc’s place and pet the dog.
Havoc swallowed thickly and nuzzled his way from her neck to her chest and nudged tentatively at her top button with his nose. She arched up and he took that as his cue. He’d never tried this before and he wasn’t sure if it was wise, but he took the small button between his teeth and started to tug gently. With some heavy thought paid to strategy and logistics, he managed to slip the button free of its hole. He relished the sight of her pale skin for a moment before licking a thin trail down to her next button. Black Hayate grumbled from the floor, neglected, and wiggled around a bit, the metal latch of his collar making a hard sound when it tapped the floor boards.
Actually, by the time they had arrived back at Havoc’s apartment, they had paid little attention to Black Hayate. Sheska had instead been distracted by his bookcase and had asked him questions about each book that adorned the shelves. Had he read the follow-up to this one or that? What did he think of the resolution in this one? And what about the characterization to that thick one on the end? Didn’t it seem contrived? Havoc had to blush and admit that he hadn’t gotten around to reading many of them yet. Sheska had looked heartbroken at that and had launched into a tight hug. How sad that someone had so many books so close to them but had not the time to read them!
Havoc had hugged her back, a bit surprised but not any more so than by anything else she had done that evening. But it was nice. Was it a date at that point? Did spending an afternoon discussing pets and literature and their pasts count as a date? What about when he brought her back to his place? Is that where the line was drawn? Maybe if he offered her a drink? Whatever he should be calling this, it felt the least like a date of any of the dates he’d ever had. And, he had to admit to himself, maybe that was why it was going so well.
Havoc opened his mouth for a throaty moan when Sheska trailed a hand up his side and began to scratch at his head in a fashion similar to what she was doing to Black Hayate. He looked up when she giggled.
“I’m waiting for you to start kicking your leg, or something,” she said softly. Even with her shirt half open, her glasses forgotten somewhere between the front door and the bed, and her leg wrapped around his waist, Sheska still managed to look demure.
He grinned a silly, lopsided grin. “They don’t call me a dog of the military for nothing,” he said and lapped at her neck for illustration.
She scratched a bit faster. “Is that so?”
Havoc watched as she lowered her eyes to half-mast and continued to paw at Black Hayate with one hand. As touching as it was, Havoc really wanted her hands onhim instead of the damn dog. He went back to work on her buttons, hoping to regain her attention.
“Dog of the military, you say?” she asked in a voice a hair rougher than it had been a moment earlier.
He glanced up and saw the mischievous grin sliding up her face. Then he saw the dog leash in her hand. She swung it around in a circle once, acutely aware of her props. He raised his eyebrows at the shy girl in his bed, her eyes staring back seductively at him and her hand wrapped around an implement of bondage. Surely he was reading into it too much. He couldn’t quite reconcile the two images he had of her, battling it out in his head right now...which wasn’t such an unpleasant thought in itself.
“Mm hm,” he mumbled and eyed the clasp on the front of her bra, wondering if it was worth the effort and possible embarrassment of trying to undo it with his teeth. He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand cupping under his chin and he lifted his face to look at her. She was blushing, which was ridiculously endearing, but her eyes held a playful glint as her lips twisted around the most impossibly arousing words Havoc had ever heard. “What are you doing off your leash, boy?”
He choked a bit and pushed up on his hands. His hard cock rubbed against her thigh and he uttered a moan and she grinned a bit more deviously. The facade, however, was broken when she giggled. Havoc raised his eyebrows at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. The books said-“
Havoc grinned and kissed at her collarbone and she was quiet. “How about you just show me what the books said?”
She smiled shyly and reached out a hand to push his chin upward. He felt the cool, smooth leather slip around his neck. The cold clasp pushed against his Adam’s apple as she fastened it. She looked up at him through her lashes.
“What now?” she asked in a small voice, betraying of her earlier confidence.
Havoc grinned, slow and luxurious. “How should I know?” he asked, “I’m just a dog.” And he licked a moist trail up the side of her neck and behind her ear.
He stared at her for a moment. She looked to be reading between his lines to see if he would ridicule her. He saw her eyes waver; brief flashes of hesitance and mischievousness battled for a split second and then he saw it. She emulsified before him, her oil and water finding a balance somewhere in the middle and hanging, suspended and perfect. Her smile was slow at first, but her eyes conveyed exactly what she was capable of doing to him. Slowly, in an almost thespian manner, she wrapped the leash around the palm of her hand twice, three times and tugged lightly.
It was enough to knock him off balance and he fell with his face into her abdomen, which forced air out of her lungs along with some light laughter. Havoc recovered nicely, though, nibbling at the curve of her waist and lower, down to the top of her slacks. Pleased with his newfound dental dexterity, he began to unclasp her pants. She moaned softly, gripped one hand in his hair and tightened the leash with the other. Havoc’s head was pulled to one side and his teeth brought the flap of her pants with him, exposing a triangle of dark blue panties. Sheska lifted her hips and loosened her grip on the leash, allowing Havoc to slide her pants from her hips.
When he had risen to his knees again, she slid up, too. Sheska shifted the leash to her other hand.
“Sit,” she said and looked to be holding back a giggle.
Havoc swallowed and blinked, but followed her command with an obedience that would have made Hawkeye weep. His lovely mistress drew her knees up to her chest and fastened the leash to the gray metal bars at the head of the bed. Havoc tugged a bit, then leaned back and grinned his puppy grin.
Should he be more serious about this? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself and unless his partner had any complaints with his uncontrollable glee, he wouldn’t try to reign in his excitement.
Sheska didn’t seem to mind, either. She was leaning back on her palms, her knees drawn up and tilted to one side. She looked so pretty in her dark blue bra and panties, her narrow shoulders pulled back, and her eyes intently holding his own. He realized in a rush that she was entirely too far away. He reached out for her and she grinned and swatted at his hand.
“No begging, boy,” she said, the strain of amusement in her voice obvious.
Havoc smirked and offered a small whimper. Sheska responded by tugging on his leash and guiding him up to the head of the bed and leaned him back onto the pillow. When he was situated, she rubbed her nose against his and began to press small kisses onto his cheek, his earlobe, his neck. She worked her way down his chest, tentatively brushing her lips against a nipple. When she received a sharp gasp as her reward for good behavior, she pulled the nipple between her lips and flicked her tongue at it in quick laps.
This was...so different. He spent week after week scouring the bars and the marketplaces and the typing pool for a date. He’d sought endlessly for a girlfriend when what he should have been looking for was a companion. He’d been confused by her mourning over his lack of reading time, but had quickly forgotten it when her warm body was pressed snugly against his and he could smell her hair and she told him the story of a particular poetry collection that she had to wait a whole week to read because Lieutenant Colonel Hughes had kept her so late at the office.
He knew she hadn’t initiated the hug for sexual purposes, but he didn’t have the will to resist clasping his hands together behind her back and resting his cheek on the top of her head. He’d been willing to keep it merely friendly until she began to tell him how happy she was that he read and that the last few men she had been in contact with had cruelly scoffed at her passion. She told him about being stood up the last couple weekends and that it was so nice to spend a Friday afternoon chatting with someone so friendly and oh! What was that book on his coffee table?
Sheska continued her slow trek down his abdomen, her tongue swirling slowly in the fine trail of blond hair and stopping at the top of his pants. She glanced up at him and blushed.
“I doubt I can do what you did with your teeth. Do you mind if I just use my hands?”
Anything, he wanted to say, use anything you want.
Instead, he nodded slowly and watched as her fingers found the button and popped it free. He groaned when she nuzzled her face into the exposed curls.
Until she had pushed herself into his arms, Havoc wouldn’t have been able to imagine how they would function together. They were too different; he was a dedicated military dog and she was the hesitant bookworm assistant to his friend. He stayed out late and drank with his friends and told crude jokes. She stayed home in her dim living room, curled in a blanket with a book or three spread in front of her. But then her scent filled him and her head was warm against his cheek and it was all just so unexpected.
Unexpected like the way she was hooking her fingers over the waist of his pants and pulling them downward. Unexpected like the way her tongue felt sliding slickly up his inner thigh and the way her teeth felt as they nipped at the sharp bone of his hip.
Unexpected and...rather nice, actually. He didn’t know if it this had been successful because he hadn’t tried so hard himself, or if it was just because she was Sheska. It didn’t matter, though. It didn’t matter because all he could concentrate on at the moment was the feeling of her warm mouth wrapping around his cock.
Her tongue lapped and his body tingled. He moaned and strained upward, trying to feel her tongue more firmly against him. Havoc had to admit that the leash did little to restrain him. In fact, it served as little more than a reminder that he was very owned at the moment by a very lenient mistress and he should be thanking whatever he believed in that she was so kind to him.
He should be on his knees and thanking her for the way her tongue slid up his length, teased at the tip, and swooped back down in a tribal sort of dance. He felt the heat start at his extremities and work its way toward his core. His nerves felt like they were being deprived of oxygen. Havoc reached a hand out and slid his fingers into her hair like it could somehow stop him from falling off the world entirely.
He’d thought he had fallen off the world when she’d looked up from their embrace in his living room and he’d looked down and it had just felt the like the appropriate thing to do when he leaned over to brush his lips against hers. She’d hesitated and so had he, maybe just out of surprise, or maybe out of quiet recognition that this would likely go no deeper than whatever happened from then until when she left in the morning. But he’d pushed those thoughts away and pushed back down to reclaim her lips and kiss and nibble and lick any concerns that she may have away. Because he was nice like that.
And she was being so very nice in return. Teeth glanced against sensitive skin and soft finger kneaded at his hip and he thought he might explode. Sheska was driving all the thoughts from his mind that might lead him to believe that this wouldn’t work. She wasn’t a librarian right now and he wasn’t a soldier and they weren’t two people in opposing orbit. Instead, they were two people tangled together in a bed in the dimness of dusk with a dog yipping on the floor. It was all so...normal.
It took enormous control, but he was able to force fingers under her chin and lift her mouth away from his cock for a moment to look in her eyes. He smiled weakly.
“Will you turn around?” he asked softly.
Sheska blinked at him but rose to obey.
“And take those off, too,” he said, pointing at her panties.
She blushed and looked down but slid them over hips and kicked them off anyway. She knelt back on the bed and Havoc set his hands on her hips and guided her around until her knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of his chest and her forearms were resting alongside his thighs.
Havoc rubbed at one ankle briefly before sliding a hand along her calf, brushing the back of her knee with his thumb in a way that made her arms tremble, and moving slowly up her thigh to rest on her hip. He could feel her warmth near his face and he could feel her tongue sweep out again to lick at his cock. Slowly, he moved his other hand up and slipped one finger between her folds. She was warm and slick and she moaned, sending vibrations through his body.
He felt Sheska’s teeth slide along his length and squeeze lightly at the head and he began to stroke her slowly with his finger. She was making noises he’d never imagined escaping her throat. He’d never pictured her like this, not in all the years he’d known her, not in all the times he’d entered the library and she’d smiled politely and helped him find just what he was looking for.
She applied a light suction to his cock and he wondered if she had helped him once again in his search. Sheska’s mouth tugged and lavished and brought him so close to the edge. Havoc’s tongue lapped hungrily at her wetness and slipped inside, withdrew, slid back in. She bucked her hips back and he bucked his up, falling into a rhythm, moving in a single sensuous line until she cried out. Havoc swallowed her considerable wetness and she looked over her shoulder, pleading.
“I want you in me,” she whispered softly, rubbing her cheek against his cock.
Havoc whimpered softly and sat up faster than he ever had before...until his collar pulled his trachea tight and he choked out. Sheska gasped and put a hand over her mouth. When the tears stopped flowing from his eyes and he could breathe again, nervous laughter tumbled out of his lover’s mouth and she buried her head in her hands. Havoc’s face reddened but he began to laugh as well, louder still when Sheska collapsed into his arms.
“I am so sorry!” she gasped around giggles, “Maybe we should take it off?”
Havoc managed a silly grin and shrugged. “I don’t know. I kind of like it.”
She tugged on the leash playfully and he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Shall we?” she asked
He scratched his fingers against the back of her head and nodded.
She looked up at him. “Kneel, boy.”
Havoc smirked but lifted her out of his arms and deposited her beside him on the mattress before rolling over - taking considerably more care with the leash this time - and propped himself forward on all fours. Sheska wiggled herself in front of him and backed up slowly. He dropped a few kisses down her spine and she shivered.
Havoc watched as his leash rubbed where it was draped over her shoulder and goose bumps rose on her skin. He swept his tongue over them, only managing to make them multiply. She pushed back further and he could feel her against him and moaned lightly. Havoc ran a hand over her ribs, over her hip, around front, and between her legs. He brushed against her lightly and she whimpered.
“Ready?”
She nodded and he pushed into her warmth. Sheska recoiled a bit and he wondered if it had been as long for her as it had been for him and if maybe he should stop. But she drew in a breath and pushed back onto him. His torso molded onto her back and his lips found her neck. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other remained locked at the elbow to hold him upright. Slowly, Havoc pulled his hips back and pushed them forward, feeling her warmth leave him and return, filling him almost as much as he was filling her.
He saw sparks and stars and the light at the end of the tunnel and he hoped that it wasn’t presumptuous to assume, by the sound of her gasps and moans and the way she was whimpering his name, that she was seeing similar photo events.
Sheska wrapped her hand around the slack of the leash, pulled him tight to her back, and pressed the tangled leash into the mattress. Havoc fought the urge to pull his considerable weight off the slender woman beneath him, but she didn’t seem to mind so much, so he went back to moving his hips.
Together, they found a rhythm again, moving in opposition to each other. Havoc never completely left her body and Sheska never quite stopped moaning and mewling and gripping handfuls of sheet between her fingers. Burying his face in her auburn hair, he couldn’t help but think of all the women he had dated, all the unsuccessful attempts at relationships, all the empty embraces and encounters. He thought of the women that he had been head-over-heels for that would inevitably stray as soon as something better - usually the colonel - came along. He’d never been one to set up borders and fences for those he cared about, preferring to allow freedom instead.
The leash was tugged down a bit further and Havoc’s face was pressed deeper in to Sheska’s hair as she began to break their rhythm to move faster, causing his knees to bend a bit with each push and he caught up to the new metronome she seemed to following. What had been hungry thrusting had become a desperate rocking motion, no longer moving counter to each other, one motion, one body melting into the next. It was a smooth slide forward, half a count of rest, then a smooth dip backwards. Havoc rubbed his head against the slick sweat on her back, trailed his tongue up her spine, and began to twist his fingers in the curls between her legs.
Sheska slid one hand up his arm and gripped her fingers into the crook. She collapsed beneath him and tugged him down to lay full-length over her body. Havoc gasped lightly as he felt her thighs begin to tense and guide her hips from their position pressed into the mattress. He rocked his hips against her movements, liking the fluid way their bodies moved together, the warmth and wetness he felt around his cock, and the sound of her high-pitched gasps mingling with the creaking of his bed. Her ears were pink and soft and begged for his tongue to travel up their shell. They tasted warm in his mouth.
Havoc squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her tense and jerk backward, her head tossed back and her throat straightening to allow the expulsion of a sharp breath. The hot muscles inside flexed around his cock and her wetness seeped out, sliding down his scrotum in a lazy way. He heard her call out his name, urgent and demanding and present beneath him, calling him back home and he moved his hips forward once more, needful and impatient.
He dropped his head to rest hard onto her back as he came, flashes of white going off in his periphery like gunshots in night, and he fought the urge to sit straight up, lifting her onto his lap. Instead, when he gained marginal control of his musculature and his eyes regained focus, he merely let his weight fall heavily onto her back, sliding one hand down the length of her arm to twine his fingers into hers.
Havoc’s back curved up with each breath she took and he smiled as he tilted his head down to kiss the back of her neck.
“Good boy,” she muttered is a gentle voice as her breathing evened out into a soft slumber.
Havoc rubbed his muzzle against the back of her head as Black Hayate murmured on the floor beside the bed. He fingered the now-damp collar still hanging loosely around his neck and made a mental note that he would have to offer to dog-sit more often.