Post by jambled on Oct 10, 2006 23:04:59 GMT -5
Mildly smutty. Maybe a bit more than mildly, actually. This is your warning, kids. I wrote this ages back... Before I'd even seen Joseph I think. So blame any discrepancies on that. Not sure if there's going to be a chapter two... Everytime I make something more than a one shot it turns into a freaking epic. Well, Author's mini-blog over... Read on...
“I told you I bruised easily.” Lil sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her wrists. There were the beginning of bruises on each, faint purple blooming under her skin;
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Joseph had hold of her wrists, his fingers digging into them. His lips whispered the words over hers before he kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Lilly pushed her hips against him, whimpered to him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been truly, severely @#@#ed. Not with Kite, that was for sure. He’d treated her like a fragile doll, held her as if she was likely to break at any moment.
Joseph let one of her wrists drop as his hand slipped under her shirt, slithered their way over her ribs. She reached for his belt buckle and yanked it out before undoing the button and fly on his jeans. She needed him inside her- now.
“I love you.” The words were soft on her skin as he captured her wrist again, pushed it back up against the wall as she brought her legs up to wrap around him.
“Sorry.” He sounded contrite and she turned, tucking one leg under her. She was wearing a white singlet and underwear, and she saw his eyes dip to her chest, down to her legs, back up to her chest before reaching her eyes again. She smiled, crawled across the bed until she was closer to him, cat like on all fours.
“You will be.”
“Is that a threat?” He smiled up at her and she moved closer still, her knees moving to each side of his thighs, her hands resting beside his shoulders. Her hair hung down between them and she tilted her head, moved down so it brushed his chest. She felt his hand move up, brush along her side and she flicked it away with her arm.
“No touching.” She let herself down further so their bodies were almost touching, placed a kiss on his shoulder. This time both his hands came up to rest on her lower back and she nipped his shoulder, teeth catching skin while he yelped, dropped his hands.
“What did I say?” She finally lowered herself along the length of him, smiling as one of her legs draped between his, felt his arousal. She licked her way along his bottom lip, keeping her eyes on his. She could see the tortured look and knew he was aching to get his hands on her. She started a kiss, her tongue massaging his, before pulling back. As his head moved to follow hers she leant back in, bit his lip.
“Ow.” Lil smiled down at him, raised an eyebrow. She’d warned him.
“God, just…” She eased herself back so her hands were spread on his chest, leant to leave a trail of breathy kisses to the top of his boxers, smiled up at his eyes. They were darkening rapidly, and she could tell he wasn’t going to be able to hold much longer. Lilly slipped a finger under his waistband and let it linger there for a moment before she let the elastic snap back down.
“Is that the time?” She said innocently, looked across at the clock. Joseph looked up at her, disbelief in his expression as she hopped off him and walked to the bathroom doorway. She took her singlet off on the way and dropped it on the floor before shutting the door behind her and turning on the hot water. Even over the noisy rushing shower, she could hear him yell at her.
“You’re evil, you know that?” Lil let herself laugh before she stepped under the flow.
“I hope you didn’t use all the hot water.” Lil wrapped a towel around her as rivulets ran off her to soak the bathroom mat.
“I think you’re going to need a cold shower.” She let her hand run over his chest as they passed, shared a smile with him.
She was already dressed when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled at her reflection in the mirror and she finished putting on mascara, spun to face him. She was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt, and she had to remember not to push up the sleeves. She didn’t need anyone asking her questions that would be uncomfortable to answer. She wasn’t sure how a person would explain away finger marks on their wrist.
“I think I used all the cold water.” She laughed, walked over to him. He was still damp so she kept her dry clothes away from him as they kissed.
“I’ll probably be late.” Joseph nodded, sat on the bed.
“I’ll wait up.” He smiled at her as she walked around the bed to get her gun out of the bedside drawer. She snapped her holster on and straightened it.
“Has anyone ever told you how hot you look with a gun on?” Lilly laughed, walked back around to his side of the bed.
“Yeah, all the time.” She teased him. He trailed a hand down the hip that didn’t have a gun on it and ran a finger around her belt, pulling her closer.
“I’m going to be late.” She protested, looking at the time. She was cutting it fine already; every time he stayed over she only just made it to work in time. When her alarm went off he’d capture her with his arms, pin her down under him. It always ended in sex, and she always had to hurry her shower and almost run to work.
“Hm.” He ignored her protest and she leant down in spite of herself, kissed him. It deepened and ten minutes later she looked at the clock, swore.
“No, really, I’m late.” She gave him one last kiss as she got up from the bed before picking up her bag and practically running out the bedroom door.
“We’ll finish this tonight.” His voice followed her down the stairs and she smiled as she let herself out the front door.
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“I told you I bruised easily.” Lil sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her wrists. There were the beginning of bruises on each, faint purple blooming under her skin;
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Joseph had hold of her wrists, his fingers digging into them. His lips whispered the words over hers before he kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Lilly pushed her hips against him, whimpered to him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been truly, severely @#@#ed. Not with Kite, that was for sure. He’d treated her like a fragile doll, held her as if she was likely to break at any moment.
Joseph let one of her wrists drop as his hand slipped under her shirt, slithered their way over her ribs. She reached for his belt buckle and yanked it out before undoing the button and fly on his jeans. She needed him inside her- now.
“I love you.” The words were soft on her skin as he captured her wrist again, pushed it back up against the wall as she brought her legs up to wrap around him.
“Sorry.” He sounded contrite and she turned, tucking one leg under her. She was wearing a white singlet and underwear, and she saw his eyes dip to her chest, down to her legs, back up to her chest before reaching her eyes again. She smiled, crawled across the bed until she was closer to him, cat like on all fours.
“You will be.”
“Is that a threat?” He smiled up at her and she moved closer still, her knees moving to each side of his thighs, her hands resting beside his shoulders. Her hair hung down between them and she tilted her head, moved down so it brushed his chest. She felt his hand move up, brush along her side and she flicked it away with her arm.
“No touching.” She let herself down further so their bodies were almost touching, placed a kiss on his shoulder. This time both his hands came up to rest on her lower back and she nipped his shoulder, teeth catching skin while he yelped, dropped his hands.
“What did I say?” She finally lowered herself along the length of him, smiling as one of her legs draped between his, felt his arousal. She licked her way along his bottom lip, keeping her eyes on his. She could see the tortured look and knew he was aching to get his hands on her. She started a kiss, her tongue massaging his, before pulling back. As his head moved to follow hers she leant back in, bit his lip.
“Ow.” Lil smiled down at him, raised an eyebrow. She’d warned him.
“God, just…” She eased herself back so her hands were spread on his chest, leant to leave a trail of breathy kisses to the top of his boxers, smiled up at his eyes. They were darkening rapidly, and she could tell he wasn’t going to be able to hold much longer. Lilly slipped a finger under his waistband and let it linger there for a moment before she let the elastic snap back down.
“Is that the time?” She said innocently, looked across at the clock. Joseph looked up at her, disbelief in his expression as she hopped off him and walked to the bathroom doorway. She took her singlet off on the way and dropped it on the floor before shutting the door behind her and turning on the hot water. Even over the noisy rushing shower, she could hear him yell at her.
“You’re evil, you know that?” Lil let herself laugh before she stepped under the flow.
“I hope you didn’t use all the hot water.” Lil wrapped a towel around her as rivulets ran off her to soak the bathroom mat.
“I think you’re going to need a cold shower.” She let her hand run over his chest as they passed, shared a smile with him.
She was already dressed when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled at her reflection in the mirror and she finished putting on mascara, spun to face him. She was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt, and she had to remember not to push up the sleeves. She didn’t need anyone asking her questions that would be uncomfortable to answer. She wasn’t sure how a person would explain away finger marks on their wrist.
“I think I used all the cold water.” She laughed, walked over to him. He was still damp so she kept her dry clothes away from him as they kissed.
“I’ll probably be late.” Joseph nodded, sat on the bed.
“I’ll wait up.” He smiled at her as she walked around the bed to get her gun out of the bedside drawer. She snapped her holster on and straightened it.
“Has anyone ever told you how hot you look with a gun on?” Lilly laughed, walked back around to his side of the bed.
“Yeah, all the time.” She teased him. He trailed a hand down the hip that didn’t have a gun on it and ran a finger around her belt, pulling her closer.
“I’m going to be late.” She protested, looking at the time. She was cutting it fine already; every time he stayed over she only just made it to work in time. When her alarm went off he’d capture her with his arms, pin her down under him. It always ended in sex, and she always had to hurry her shower and almost run to work.
“Hm.” He ignored her protest and she leant down in spite of herself, kissed him. It deepened and ten minutes later she looked at the clock, swore.
“No, really, I’m late.” She gave him one last kiss as she got up from the bed before picking up her bag and practically running out the bedroom door.
“We’ll finish this tonight.” His voice followed her down the stairs and she smiled as she let herself out the front door.
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