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Title: Him
Rating: NC-17, 18+, Adults Only (AA. Snerk.) or whatever the fuck you're using these days. It's smuuuuuuuuuuuty!
Summary:
She loves it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, crap crap crap.
For: Jo. Love you honey. Aud *snog*. Aardi and Jia, I love you both
my darlings.
No spoilers, no seasons, no sequels, no sense.
***
These thoughts wont go away
I hope
I dream of you.
***
She tries not to think about him, she really does.
Tries to ignore how good his cologne
smelt that day, how cute his little smirk was. She doesn't think of how it felt to have him brush past her in a cloud of masculinity.
She forgets how their hands brushed together, the spark the she felt flow through her body at the contact. The touch
was too long to be appropriate, too short for her liking, but burned in her memory.
The finger circling her wet flesh
tingles in memory, and she presses the vibrator deeper with her free hand.
It's not fair, her clit whines, why can't
we have him?
Her heart says something similar.
***
His eyes are dancing over her flesh, smiling at her.
His tongue has found a warm - and *very* good - spot, and she knows that he’s not moving.
With a determination
she always knew him capable of, he’s steadily building her towards release. Teeth, tongue, lips, they’re all focused
on her, and she’s a whimpering mess because of it.
He shouldn’t be allowed to be this good at going down
on her.
He shouldn’t be enjoying having this much power over her.
But he is, and he does, and she loves
every second of it.
***
The guilt makes her shake a little.
Everything that she believe in is demanding
that she remove the vibrator, take her hands away from her clit and get out a copy of the AF Regulations manual and memorize
everything about fraternization between officers.
The oath that she took so many years ago is ringing in her ears;
the memory of her voice reciting the words taunts her.
It should stop her.
It doesn’t.
***
She’s
never liked going down on a man before. It always felt dirty, too constricting. That feeling that all he has to do is push
forward a little further and her air supply is gone has always hindered her attempts.
In her experience, most men hold
on to her hair and thrust into her mouth. Most men would try and make her go deeper.
He isn’t, he doesn’t.
She
usually hates this.
But now, she’s pulling him into her throat for all she’s worth. She is relaxed, confident,
wet. The feeling of him - *him* - in any part of her body is enough to make her moan.
He shouldn’t be letting
her do this.
He shouldn’t be moaning helplessly.
But he is, and he does, and she loves every second of
it.
***
She knows that she could make his brain melt out of his ear if she ever did that to him.
Knows
that he would be unable to do anything but lie boneless while she used her teeth, tongue and lips to drive him insane. Knows
that he will never want to let her leave. Knows that doing *that* to *him* would be enough to get her all fired up.
But
she isn’t allowed do that, or want it, really.
So she pretends that she doesn’t, turns her vibrator up
higher and rubs her clit with more determination.
***
He thrusts slowly, drawing out the pleasure for both of
them.
She makes a whimpering sound in the back of her throat whenever he withdraws and she purrs when he slides in.
She wants him to stay like this forever, inside of her, filling her.
He is hard and hot and full and holyfuckinggodletmedienow.
He
isn’t allowed to thrust into her body so willingly.
He shouldn’t be enjoying this at all.
But he
is, and he does, and she loves every second of it
***
She comes, shaking around the buzzing toy inside of her.
The
orgasm that washes over her is nothing short of pathetic. The physical release of hormones is there, but it’s decidedly
unsatisfying and leaves her wanting more. She rubs her clit harder in an attempt to bring on something better, but all that
comes is a sharp sting of overuse.
She wants him.
She needs him.
Maybe it’s time she went after
him.
***
Gah. Another crappy ending!
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