WARNING : RATED M FOR OBVIOUS REASONS. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. Anyway...
This is an outtake from my Story Wonderland, simply because it's a T rated story, and this is not T rated stuff.
It's been made because soneone, not naming names, *cough, Bad Wolf Mcgee, cough* has been wanting it for, i don't know, about 4 chapters ;) Hope i don't dissapoint. :)
It takes place half way through Chapter 9 where you see the beggining, but then we cut to the hub, here's what you missed out in between.
She wanted it.
"Mine," She whispered as she pressed her lips against Fawks'.
Winter had been right, Fawks' lips tasted of wine and sugary sweetness. Winter let her tongue dart out to taste the warm flesh of Fawks' lips. She wanted in. She twisted her hands into Fawks' hair, knotting her fingers in the dark brown locks.
Fawks pulled back.
"Win…" She said huskily. "you're drunk. No."
"Not that drunk."
"yes, you are."
"Want it," Winter growled pushing the pair of them back as she pressed herself against Fawks.
"Thought. You. Wanted. Me." Winter whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss leaving a hot wet trail of open kisses down Fawks' neck.
"I d-ugh!" Fawks broke off with a low moan. Winter nibbled over her pulse point again and got the same reaction, a deep pleasured moan.
"Win…" Fawks hissed. Whatever resistance she had originally had was slowly whittling away the lower Winter's lips trailed.
"No. Winter." Fawks gasped, pushing them both up again. "You're sure about this?"
Fawks' voice sobered Winter, slightly. Was she sure? There was Jack and Ianto and all that mess, she loved them and they loved each other and it was all very angsty and confusing. But she couldn't deny that she was attracted to Fawks. Fawks was fun and easy and simple, and there was a sense of belonging with her.
"Yes." Winter stated. "Very much so."
Fawks kissed Winter as if she were made of glass, a delicate porcelain doll that could break at any moment. Fragile.
Winter was too busy focusing on how Fawks tanned very warm skin felt against hers that she didn't realise where she was until she felt the bed beneath her, Fawks warm body pressed gently above her. Their lips locked, Winter had opened her mouth and their tongues tangled, fighting for dominance but neither was going to give, Fawks broke away first giving Winter a moment of victory, but it was short lived as she felt Fawks' teeth bite into the flesh on her neck, not hard enough to break the skin, sucking gently, just enough to leave a mark.
Winter moaned quietly as Fawks left red hot kisses down her neck onto the contours of her chest. Fawks didn't even hesitate as she reached Winter's bra. Winter looked down at Fawks, who merely gave her a cheeky grin, her double fangs glinting in the moonlight that crept into the window. Before Winter could say a word Fawks gave a low growl and her teeth had cut through the fabric. Winter would have complained but at that moment every coherent thought exited stage left as Fawks tongue worked its magic. Biting, sucking, kissing, licking, nibbling. All Winter could do was moan, stuck in a whirlwind of pleasure.
"Fawks…" Winter purred.
"Hmm?" Fawks murmured, looking up at Winter.
"Lower…" Winter hissed. Fawks grinned like the Cheshire cat. Fawks crept back up Winter's body and crashed her lips to hers.
Winter realised, this wasn't a want anymore, it was a need. She needed Fawks to touch her or she was sure she would burst into flames. "Please…"
Fawks' fingers danced down Winter's body and lingered over her abdomen, Winter squirmed impatiently causing the corner of Fawks' mouth to pull up. Fawks pulled Winter's pants down slowly, making sure her fingers trailed along as much skin as possible, winter groaned under her touch, leaning up to press against Fawks, lips, teeth, tongue. Raw passion from Winter and extreme care from Fawks.
"I'm not going to break," Winter panted, her fingers twisting in Fawks' hair, pulling herself closer. The feeling of Fawks' bra against Winters skin was unwanted, Winter reached behind her and unclipped it tossing it aside with Winter's underwear before she let out a yell.
Winter raised her hips as she felt something fill her. She let her eyes roll back with pleasure as Fawks ground her hips into Winter's the same time Fawks' tail trusted gently into her.
"Shit…" Winter whispered.
"Language." Fawks smirked, Winter opened her eyes to see Fawks shooting her a cocky grin. Winter Flipped them round and Fawks let out a small sound of surprise as Winter assaulted her mouth, leaving kisses down her Fawks' body.
Every time Winter would get to a sensitive spot she would nibble and suck, delighting in the noises Fawks made. Fawks' tail was moving faster and Winter felt herself pushing back against it. Winter skipped over Fawks' abdomen, as Fawks let out a low whimper. Winter left hot kisses trailing towards Fawks' heat along her inner thigh, and Winter bit down into the soft skin, her tongue dancing along where her teeth had just been. Winter moaned as she pushed back against Fawks' tail, wanting, needing more.
"Win…Winter. Please," Fawks begged as Winter's fingers twirled in the band of Fawks' thong.
"FUCKSHIT!" Fawks cussed as Winter's tongue sent her reeling.
Winter's body convulsed around Fawks' tail and Winter moaned deeply into Fawks as she came.
Wither let her fingers do the work as she leant her head on Fawks stomach, kissing and nibbling as she watched her lover come undone.
Fawks bucked her hips into Winter's hand as her vision flickered.
They were both panting as they came down together. Winter climbed up Fawks' body and planted a sloppy exhausted kiss on her lips before curling up by her side.
When Fawks woke up she untangled herself from Winter, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead before pulling on some underwear. She noticed the oak headboard had five deep gouges clawed down it. She looked at her fingers and tentatively placed them across the scratches. It matched.
"oops," She whispered as her stomach growled at her.
As she left the cottage for food the demon in her head whispered to her.
You're going native.
Hope You enjoyed :)