Strange & Beautiful
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Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,987
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Connect The Dots
Don't you just love the feeling of my fingertips,
circling your lips.
Don't you just love the desire taking hold of you,
I can tell you do.
I know all your favorite spots,
and tonight we will connect the dots.
----
There was a deep sigh from the body next to her and she went still, holding her breath for fear that she would wake him up. Her back was against his side, the crown of her head nestled below the underside of his arm. When she found that there were no signs of his arousal, her breathing settled into its normal pattern and her eyes fluttered open. The room was not as dark as she assumed it to be; the moonlight filtering through the blinds swept across the skin of his arm and her face. She followed the crease of his elbow, all the way down to his wrist and finally his fingertips.
The same fingertips that had felt her only hours ago. She nibbled on her lower lip as the memory resurfaced.
Slowly, both hands reached out and took the one between them, touching every inch tenderly. In an even slower pace she brought that hand towards her face, her thumb brushing across the pulse under the wrist before her lips replaced it. It was a steady rhythm; calm, peaceful. A low rumble in his throat. She froze as the fingers started to curl over hers in response and another incoherent mumble rose up from behind her head. The tense moment passed and she let him settle back into slumber before braving a shift in her position to face him.
His face was the same expression from when he first fell asleep, she noticed, and then smiled, thinking of his reaction to her even watching him in this state. She reached up to push the hair from his face, but hovered over his lips, touching them tentatively to gauge his response. He remained still. Nearing a grin she dared to run her thumb across the lower one and--
"Hmm…" she felt the vibrations of his mumbled against her finger, "Kristina, just what are you doing?" He asked in a gravely tone, but kept his eyes shut.
Her expression grew sheepish, beginning to recoil her hand.
"I wasn't doing…"
His other hand caught the retreating one, his sleepy gaze finally meeting her abashed one.
"You're insatiable, really." He feigned annoyance, entwining his fingers with hers.
Her pout formed almost immediately, those defiant brows narrowed. "I am not!" She whispered back harshly.
"Are too," he teased, his opposite hand pushing on her hip, urging her to move on top of him. She wriggled into the position he wanted, straddling his waist while he looked up at her smugly.
"You're the insatiable one," she corrected, still reluctant to give in.
He laughed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "You really can't blame me for that…"
His hands slid up her thighs, under his shirt that she was wearing until they settled on her hips, leaving goose bumps from their trail. She fell forward with both hands on the pillow, placed on either side of his head while her face hovered inches above his.
"Then you can't blame me for waking you up…at least not in your current position." It was her turn to be smug, a confident smirk holding up the corner of her mouth.
"Depending on what follows, I doubt I'll blame you for anything ever again."
Before she could whip out a witty response, his hand had pulled up the shirt, his lips enclosed on her breast and sucking hard. Her hips jolted as her back arched, shuddering as the abrasions of his tongue slid across her nipple.
"Tim, stop…" It came out on an exhale, and his teeth nipped her in response.
"Liar," his breath was hot against her skin, already moving onto the opposite one before she began to slide away from him. Before he could mumble any objections, her fingers were already curling around the waist of his boxers, her breath tickling the skin below his navel. "Kristina…" he said slowly as he stared down at her. She smiled at the halfway peak beneath the cloth, and then held back from grinning as it got bigger, just from the thought of what she was about to do.
"You first…" she replied softly as the undergarment was slithered past his groin and down to his lower thighs. Her fingers gripped the sides of his hips, hell bent on figuring out what he wanted by herself. The girl's breath was hot as she drifted up the shaft, lips hovering at the head before her tongue ran along the underside. She felt him twitch beneath her hands, which only worsened the moment her lips enveloped the first half of him. The taste was foreign to her, but her tongue followed every inch of it, up and down in a steady motion. She didn't pause when his fingers snaked their way into her hair, tugging to come back up each time she went to the hilt.
One hand left his hip to take a hold of the base of him, the girl sucking hard at the head before her tongue swirled back around it slowly; torturously. Her pace quickened with her hand there now, following the motions of her mouth while the groans of the boy she held egged her on. She could feel the pressure, and then a deep shuddering response, a warmth on the back of her throat and tongue. The hands in her hair clenched tightly while she attempted to swallow what she could until finally pulling back to lick remnants from her lips.
Silently she pulled his boxers back up to his waist before sliding back up to him herself, his breathing still haggard while she nestled her head beneath his chin. He brushed back the hair to kiss her forehead and she smiled in response, turning her head up to press her lips against the underside of his jaw. Sleep finally came to her, after all those hours of laying silent next to him, the overwhelming content the culprit of her lulling. He kept his lips against her forehead, closing his eyes while the comforting sounds of her steady breaths pulled him back to sleep with her.
circling your lips.
Don't you just love the desire taking hold of you,
I can tell you do.
I know all your favorite spots,
and tonight we will connect the dots.
----
There was a deep sigh from the body next to her and she went still, holding her breath for fear that she would wake him up. Her back was against his side, the crown of her head nestled below the underside of his arm. When she found that there were no signs of his arousal, her breathing settled into its normal pattern and her eyes fluttered open. The room was not as dark as she assumed it to be; the moonlight filtering through the blinds swept across the skin of his arm and her face. She followed the crease of his elbow, all the way down to his wrist and finally his fingertips.
The same fingertips that had felt her only hours ago. She nibbled on her lower lip as the memory resurfaced.
Slowly, both hands reached out and took the one between them, touching every inch tenderly. In an even slower pace she brought that hand towards her face, her thumb brushing across the pulse under the wrist before her lips replaced it. It was a steady rhythm; calm, peaceful. A low rumble in his throat. She froze as the fingers started to curl over hers in response and another incoherent mumble rose up from behind her head. The tense moment passed and she let him settle back into slumber before braving a shift in her position to face him.
His face was the same expression from when he first fell asleep, she noticed, and then smiled, thinking of his reaction to her even watching him in this state. She reached up to push the hair from his face, but hovered over his lips, touching them tentatively to gauge his response. He remained still. Nearing a grin she dared to run her thumb across the lower one and--
"Hmm…" she felt the vibrations of his mumbled against her finger, "Kristina, just what are you doing?" He asked in a gravely tone, but kept his eyes shut.
Her expression grew sheepish, beginning to recoil her hand.
"I wasn't doing…"
His other hand caught the retreating one, his sleepy gaze finally meeting her abashed one.
"You're insatiable, really." He feigned annoyance, entwining his fingers with hers.
Her pout formed almost immediately, those defiant brows narrowed. "I am not!" She whispered back harshly.
"Are too," he teased, his opposite hand pushing on her hip, urging her to move on top of him. She wriggled into the position he wanted, straddling his waist while he looked up at her smugly.
"You're the insatiable one," she corrected, still reluctant to give in.
He laughed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "You really can't blame me for that…"
His hands slid up her thighs, under his shirt that she was wearing until they settled on her hips, leaving goose bumps from their trail. She fell forward with both hands on the pillow, placed on either side of his head while her face hovered inches above his.
"Then you can't blame me for waking you up…at least not in your current position." It was her turn to be smug, a confident smirk holding up the corner of her mouth.
"Depending on what follows, I doubt I'll blame you for anything ever again."
Before she could whip out a witty response, his hand had pulled up the shirt, his lips enclosed on her breast and sucking hard. Her hips jolted as her back arched, shuddering as the abrasions of his tongue slid across her nipple.
"Tim, stop…" It came out on an exhale, and his teeth nipped her in response.
"Liar," his breath was hot against her skin, already moving onto the opposite one before she began to slide away from him. Before he could mumble any objections, her fingers were already curling around the waist of his boxers, her breath tickling the skin below his navel. "Kristina…" he said slowly as he stared down at her. She smiled at the halfway peak beneath the cloth, and then held back from grinning as it got bigger, just from the thought of what she was about to do.
"You first…" she replied softly as the undergarment was slithered past his groin and down to his lower thighs. Her fingers gripped the sides of his hips, hell bent on figuring out what he wanted by herself. The girl's breath was hot as she drifted up the shaft, lips hovering at the head before her tongue ran along the underside. She felt him twitch beneath her hands, which only worsened the moment her lips enveloped the first half of him. The taste was foreign to her, but her tongue followed every inch of it, up and down in a steady motion. She didn't pause when his fingers snaked their way into her hair, tugging to come back up each time she went to the hilt.
One hand left his hip to take a hold of the base of him, the girl sucking hard at the head before her tongue swirled back around it slowly; torturously. Her pace quickened with her hand there now, following the motions of her mouth while the groans of the boy she held egged her on. She could feel the pressure, and then a deep shuddering response, a warmth on the back of her throat and tongue. The hands in her hair clenched tightly while she attempted to swallow what she could until finally pulling back to lick remnants from her lips.
Silently she pulled his boxers back up to his waist before sliding back up to him herself, his breathing still haggard while she nestled her head beneath his chin. He brushed back the hair to kiss her forehead and she smiled in response, turning her head up to press her lips against the underside of his jaw. Sleep finally came to her, after all those hours of laying silent next to him, the overwhelming content the culprit of her lulling. He kept his lips against her forehead, closing his eyes while the comforting sounds of her steady breaths pulled him back to sleep with her.