Requested by my friend/rapist for his girlfriend/wife (RL/Gaia relationships, btw) for Valentine's Day. I'm surprised I actually remembered this site had a Gaia section. Go figure. Well, this fic will be very...harlequin romance-y. That means lots of detail, perfect proportions, and romance. I'm not used to really writing in that style, so let's see how it goes. Enjoy!
The snow fell heavily around a cabin lodged deep in the woods, the warmth of a fire burning through the open windows, casting a red glow on the cool surroundings just outside the door. The scenery of trees danced in the whipping winds, gusts of loose snow swirling in the night air. The moon up above, just shy of reaching fruition, cast a pale glow on the white world below, a spotlight on the picturesque scene.
Inside, the walls lit with a warm-red glow, a stark contrast to the snowy outdoors. A fire in full bloom crackled in a brick fireplace, its heat emanating into the cozy living room. A fine, leather couch and a deep, cherry table were the focus, surrounded by rows of bookshelves stretching up to the ceiling. To the left, an entryway led to the cabin's kitchen and to the right, a door leading to the brisk wintry night. Further back, a set of stairs led to a second floor, the balcony of which overlooked over the living room; next to the base of the stairs, a hallway led deeper into the cabin, branching out to bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small library.
On the plush sofa, two forms were nestled under a chocolate-colored throw. The smaller of the two, a young woman with long hair as pure white as the fallen snow, lazily opened a golden-yellow eye and studied the man she was currently pressed against. Chocolate skin, toned body, sleek, black hair falling just past his shoulders, and warm, brown eyes that always seemed to dance with a certain playful mystery. Cleopatra had never been disappointed in her choice of husbands; Briggital was, to her, perfect.
"What?" he asked abruptly, disrupting the quiet mood. "Do I have something on my face?"
Cleo bit back a smirk and leaned over to press a kiss to her partner's cheek. "You don't, but we can change that."
A black eyebrow shot up in interest at the suggestive tone. Grinning, Brigg wrapped his arms around the pale-haired woman and pulled her closer into the embrace. "It is a bit chilly in here."
"Well," Cleo whispered in his ear, tongue slipping out to trail along his earlobe, "let's see if we can't fix that, hm?"
Suppressing a shudder, Brigg shifted his weight and pinned his wife to the couch, hands held securely above her head by one of his own. He bent down and kissed her with a passionate zest, their tongues locking in a heated battle of dominance while their bodies melted together in the fiery glow. One of his hands came down to Cleo's waist, fingers easily slipping under her tight shirt, and slid up underneath the restricting clothing, digits tracing every curve and dip of her body.
Shivering momentarily at the cold hand, Cleo's back arched in pleasure as the warming fingers found her left breast and began to squeeze it, nails lightly digging into her flesh. Her own hands struggled against their restraint and her hips rose to rub against Brigg's teasingly. Knowing her husband all too well, she grinned as his other hand fell to her waist, guiding it closer to his body, and freeing her hands.
Combing her fingers through the sleek tresses of raven hair, the woman tilted her head back as their kiss was broken and Brigg trailed his tongue down her neck to suck roughly on her collarbone, teeth grazing the pale skin. Her own hands found the hem of the man's shirt and their skin broke contact for one, long moment as both garments were shed and tossed carelessly to the floor.
Meeting again, skin heated from the nearby glow of the burning fire, their breaths intermingled momentarily before their lips crushed together again. Hands groped and roamed, sensitive areas found and a building desire coursing through their veins. The simple feeling of skin against skin, tongues meshing together, and heated breaths echoing against the walls was enough to pull the couple into a love-drunk daze; to a world where no other except them existed.
Cleo's breasts were nearly bursting from her laced bra, the clasp to which was quickly found and unhooked. Brigg's hand soon reclaimed its place, warm skin now pressed against warmer, softer flesh. His fingers teased the hardened nipple, and he couldn't help but grin to himself as he heard his wife moan with pleasure beneath him. Excited and impatient, his tongue trailed down past its previous fixations of a tender neck to newer temptations of Cleo's other breast. His teeth grazed the soft, pink nub as his tongue shot out to tease it into attention. He felt the woman's hand tangle in his hair and pull his head closer to her body; obliging to the silent demands, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard.
Cleo's breath hitched in her throat as pleasure blinded her senses. She murmured his name in a low, passion-laced voice as his free hand traced down her side, fingers gliding over soft skin. Her own hand found his broad shoulder and gripped it in anticipation, toes curling as familiar touches reached her pants. She lifted her hips enough so that the undone jeans could be slid off easily and her leg raised to rub slowly against Brigg's side. She could feel the hardening bulge in his pants pressed against her inner thigh and teased it with long fingers, slowly rubbing the clothed erection.
A shudder ran up Brigg's spine as his hips thrust into his wife's hand, a pleasurable groan muffled against her chest as she grabbed him hard. His hands quickly went to work releasing himself of his pants and throwing the unwanted clothing into the growing pile on the floor. Now, with only Cleo's panties left to block their progress-- Brigg never was a fan of underwear of any sort-- the dark-skinned man grew restless and hungry for her taste. He left her upper body and slowly worked his way down, tongue and teeth gliding over her stomach.
Cleo's golden eyes closed in bliss as she felt her skimpy underwear being pulled from her body and a warm tongue work its way into sensitive areas. She bit her lower lip as she felt the muscle run over her clit and couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat as sharp teeth nibbled on the warm folds of flesh. Brigg's tongue ran the length of her body back up to her mouth and she immediately squirmed with impatience as he kissed her slowly.
Thin legs wrapped around the dark waist and Brigg's fingers traced nondescript circles on Cleo's inner thigh. Their lips met again, this time much more passionately, and his fingers worked their way through her hair, freeing it of the hair clip that had been holding the top layer back from her face. Now, in the low glow of the fire, Cleo's eyes burned with passion, searing holes into Brigg's rich, brown ones. Their gazes locked for only a moment before Brigg proceeded, the familiar curves of Cleo's body fitting perfectly against his as he thrust deep into her.
The pair moaned in unison upon the initial intrusion. Cleo's eyes fluttered shut and Brigg's grip found its way to her hips, steadying the body under him as he slowly, teasingly, pulled from her warmth and plunged back in. The pleasure coursed through his body as she tightened around his thick member, nails biting into her skin as his restraint started to slip away. Building a steady rhythm, Brigg's hands slowly began to roam again-- up Cleo's stomach, to her breasts, down to her thighs, everywhere. He felt her legs tighten around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to her and push him deeper inside her and he obliged, thrusting in as deeply as he could.
Cleo's chest heaved with every breath she took, passionate moans mingling with desire as she raised her hips to meet Brigg's as he came down on her. Their pace became rougher and more chaotic, pleasure driving them to grasp blindly for a blissful release. "Brigg," she moaned out, heavy panting interfering with proper speech, "harder...faster." She felt him slam deep into her and stars exploded in her head like lightning, driving the animalistic need in her to the surface. Her moans became louder and her demands of release more clear. Above her, her lover, who usually limited his verbal appreciation to a few murmurs of approval, groaned out. Cleo's head spun as her body convulsed with her release, her fingers tightening painfully in Brigg's hair.
Brigg felt Cleo's walls close in around him tighter than before, driving him to the brink of his own release. He came hard inside of her, his body shuddering with the force. As rabid and heated as the air had been only moments before, it seemed to clear with the pressing desire he had felt. He remained sheathed in Cleo's wet hole, resting on top of her, panting heavily into the crook of her neck. He nipped the pale flesh affectionately as her nails traced slowly, contently, across his back.
"Mm...Brigg," she sighed out, eyes still closed in the afterglow of their activities. When his only response was a chuckle, laden with confidence of his performance, she cracked an eye open. "Brigg," she repeated, "get off."
"Eh?" He cocked his head to the side, raising it just enough to look at her.
"You're squishin' me," she explained, voice slurring just the slightest with the pull of sleep that had overcome her. "Let's go to bed."
Silently agreeing, Brigg finally pulled from her and stood slowly, a little shakily at first. Finding that his body would support his weight, even after the pleasure it had been put through, he scooped his wife's light form into his arms. He bent down to kiss her once more before walking through the living room and ascending the stairs to their bedroom in the loft.
Wellhellothere. Two more chapters of this, aren't you all excited? That's definitely the most...descriptive? lemon I've ever written. At least for a het couple. We'll let them rest now, but be assured that the shower scene will get them more dirty than clean. =3 Read on~
