Fic: The Years Between (Chapter 3)
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grav_ityChapter 1 - On the Table
Chapter 2 - Under the Mountain
Still rated M.
Experience
The fur rug is soft under Sigrid’s knees, and Fili’s hands are in her hair.
She’s naked, having not bothered to dress after her evening ablutions. They like to make a game of laces and ties, but tonight Sigrid has other, somewhat more direct plans. He’d been reading when she came out of her dressing room, and hadn’t looked at her until she was right in front of him.
Once, she might have blushed at the way his eyes travel up her body, but she is not that girl any more. The years have given them understanding and comfort, and haven’t doused any of her desires. Rather the opposite, actually. Now, she can kneel in front of him, clad in naught but her long hair and match his gaze. She can unlace his trousers without looking, and know how very much she is wanted.
As delicately as she can, she licks a wet stripe along his length, root to tip. She is rewarded with a groan, and with tightening fingers against her scalp. She does not get to tease him very often – they are neither of them particularly patient. She wets her lips, and then takes him into her mouth.
The first time she’d slid down in front of him like this, he’d tried to stop her.
“You don’t have to,” he’d said.
“I know.”
“Sigrid.” Another protest, though she could see how his eyes darkened. And somehow she had known. So she’d smiled at him.
“I’ll still have teeth.”
He hadn’t tried to stop her after that.
Now, she keeps the pressure of her mouth as light as possible. If she were trying to bring him off, she would add a hand, but she has other plans. His hands flatten against the back of her head, and she feels coils of hair brush across her shoulders. It tickles, and she laughs around him.
This time he gathers up her hair with intent, ghosting touches across her bare skin until she’s giggling in earnest, and has to pull back or risk accidentally biting him.
“Now I have you,” he crows, pushing on her shoulders.
She seizes his hands as she falls. He lands on top of her, a welcome weight to complement the growing heat between her thighs. He’s still completely dressed, save for where she’s undone his trousers, but Sigrid is in no mood to be patient.
“Yes,” she breathes, a hand busy between them. “Imagine the possibilities.”
He’s still laughing when he takes her, ruthlessly using her bared skin to press his advantage, though she’s not entirely sure what he’s distracting her from. All she can really do is fist her hands into his tunic, low, to keep him close. Of course, he’s not exactly interested in pulling away, either. She doesn’t really care how much he tickles her, so long as he doesn’t stop moving.
When she tells him as much, words squeezed out between gasps, he smiles. She can see him thinking, taking the moment she’s given him to decide if he’s going to tease her, payment for her earlier soft touch, or finish what she’s started as determinedly as possible.
He chooses the latter.
It doesn’t take very long after that. The same experience that lets them tease also lets them be profoundly thorough, in turn. She gives over breathy moans for darker sounds, and with each utterance he drives harder. At last, she calls his name and comes, and then it’s just a few more hard thrusts before he follows, pressing his face into her shoulder as the wave crests.
It takes a few heart beats for her to realize that he is laughing again, working teeth and tongue against her shoulder.
“What is it?” she asks, still too short of breath to be entirely polite.
“I’m still wearing my boots,” he says.
She feels the laughter bubbling before she can’t keep it in any longer. He rolls, so that she is on top of him, and kicks against the floor, baring his feet as she goes to work on his tunic. By the time they’re both naked, he’s stirring against her, and it’s her hair brushing against his chest that starts them off again.
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Chapter 4 - Well Laid Plans
Chapter 2 - Under the Mountain
Still rated M.
Experience
The fur rug is soft under Sigrid’s knees, and Fili’s hands are in her hair.
She’s naked, having not bothered to dress after her evening ablutions. They like to make a game of laces and ties, but tonight Sigrid has other, somewhat more direct plans. He’d been reading when she came out of her dressing room, and hadn’t looked at her until she was right in front of him.
Once, she might have blushed at the way his eyes travel up her body, but she is not that girl any more. The years have given them understanding and comfort, and haven’t doused any of her desires. Rather the opposite, actually. Now, she can kneel in front of him, clad in naught but her long hair and match his gaze. She can unlace his trousers without looking, and know how very much she is wanted.
As delicately as she can, she licks a wet stripe along his length, root to tip. She is rewarded with a groan, and with tightening fingers against her scalp. She does not get to tease him very often – they are neither of them particularly patient. She wets her lips, and then takes him into her mouth.
The first time she’d slid down in front of him like this, he’d tried to stop her.
“You don’t have to,” he’d said.
“I know.”
“Sigrid.” Another protest, though she could see how his eyes darkened. And somehow she had known. So she’d smiled at him.
“I’ll still have teeth.”
He hadn’t tried to stop her after that.
Now, she keeps the pressure of her mouth as light as possible. If she were trying to bring him off, she would add a hand, but she has other plans. His hands flatten against the back of her head, and she feels coils of hair brush across her shoulders. It tickles, and she laughs around him.
This time he gathers up her hair with intent, ghosting touches across her bare skin until she’s giggling in earnest, and has to pull back or risk accidentally biting him.
“Now I have you,” he crows, pushing on her shoulders.
She seizes his hands as she falls. He lands on top of her, a welcome weight to complement the growing heat between her thighs. He’s still completely dressed, save for where she’s undone his trousers, but Sigrid is in no mood to be patient.
“Yes,” she breathes, a hand busy between them. “Imagine the possibilities.”
He’s still laughing when he takes her, ruthlessly using her bared skin to press his advantage, though she’s not entirely sure what he’s distracting her from. All she can really do is fist her hands into his tunic, low, to keep him close. Of course, he’s not exactly interested in pulling away, either. She doesn’t really care how much he tickles her, so long as he doesn’t stop moving.
When she tells him as much, words squeezed out between gasps, he smiles. She can see him thinking, taking the moment she’s given him to decide if he’s going to tease her, payment for her earlier soft touch, or finish what she’s started as determinedly as possible.
He chooses the latter.
It doesn’t take very long after that. The same experience that lets them tease also lets them be profoundly thorough, in turn. She gives over breathy moans for darker sounds, and with each utterance he drives harder. At last, she calls his name and comes, and then it’s just a few more hard thrusts before he follows, pressing his face into her shoulder as the wave crests.
It takes a few heart beats for her to realize that he is laughing again, working teeth and tongue against her shoulder.
“What is it?” she asks, still too short of breath to be entirely polite.
“I’m still wearing my boots,” he says.
She feels the laughter bubbling before she can’t keep it in any longer. He rolls, so that she is on top of him, and kicks against the floor, baring his feet as she goes to work on his tunic. By the time they’re both naked, he’s stirring against her, and it’s her hair brushing against his chest that starts them off again.
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Chapter 4 - Well Laid Plans
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