Title: The night before Christmas
Author: sidle77
Pairing: GSR
Rating: Probably M or maybe a very strong T (it's just naughty smut really)
Summary: Our geeks get it on, in a nice 'rhythmic way'. Simple as that. So it's a poem, I think.
A/N: I know Christmas is over and I'm a little late but this just popped into my head so I had to write it down. I just haven't written it until now.
Thank you to cropper1818 for encouraging me to actually finish this and to cincoflex for reading it through. Maybe there is faith to my poetry after all.
Twas the night before Christmas
And all was still
Apart from in the bedroom
She was getting her fill
The moans were loud
And the air was thick
His roaming lips
Were doing the trick
She grabbed the sheets
With a tightened fist
Her current vision
A hazy mist
It was all her fault
Grabbing him by the door
She could barely think
Before they were on the floor
She grabbed his pants
Pulling them off
She fondled him quickly
With a gratifying scoff
Caution to the wind
She did not follow
She sucked him hard
Intent on a swallow
But he pulled her hard
From the floor
And scurried her backwards
Towards the bedroom door
Their lips clashed with fury
As they stumbled to the bed
And yet Sara was still intent
On giving him head
But he was quick to act
And straddled her fast
If her mouth got him again
No way would he last
He pinned her wrists
And held her firm
A smirk graced his lips
As he watched her squirm
"Hey no fair."
She gasped on a plea
"I was supposed to be treating you...
Not you to me."
With a cheeky smile
He stripped her quick
His tongue found a nipple
Giving it a quick flick
He pleasured her slow
With hands and lips
Finding her core
With gentle fingertips
Playtime was over
And he entered her slow
She melted into him
Like dying snow
He thrust hard
And he thrust short
This was definitely
His favourite winter sport
As her nails dug deep
And her moans grew long
He knew neither of them
Could hold out for long
So he gave one last surge
And raised his hips
He took her mouth
And engulfed her lips
She came with a bang
And cried his name
He followed suit
Doing the same
As his movements slowed
And he slumped in a heap
He wondered how the best Christmas presents
Were always so damn cheap!
Their eyes met
And she grinned from ear to ear
"I'm glad you come....
...more than once a year........"