This ficlet uses no names, so whether you are a MerDer shipper, Lexzie, or Paddison; just imagine your pick. It's actually written by GMG (the genius who is writing Music Does a Girl Good) but she was too tired to post, so I'm doing it on my acount.
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She had never felt such a sense of euphoria as the one she was feeling now. Her hands gripped the sides of the bed, turning her knuckles white, and her eyes fluttered in her head incapable to register her current surroundings. The lack of her sight only heightened her sense of touch, and this was enough to take her over the edge as she convulsed into her lover's open mouth.
She had lessened her grip on the bed sheets as she came down from her high and stared into his eyes.
"Wo…" she began to say, only to find that she was breathless. Her heart drummed rapidly against her ribcage.
"If you can't say anything…just think it," he whispered, with a shadow of a smirk on his face. Oh, how he loved to tease her. Her face was flushed from her expending orgasm; her lips swollen from the biting she had inflicted on them to keep quiet. He chuckled at her want to keep quiet, then kissed her tender lips. His hand travelled further south to her delicate pink folds with the intention to prolong her experience but she pushed his hand away clearly; unable to take any more torture. Instead, using the strength she had regained, she flipped them over so that she dominated him. Her mouth broke away from his and began to pepper kisses down his chest. She sucked lightly on his nipples, using her tongue to make the wet trails down to his crotch.
She began to get her payback as she left sloppy kisses on his inner thighs. She could hear him groan, and she smiled; glad to have gotten something out of him. Relenting, she took him in her hands and stroked him gently. Her hands were replaced by her mouth shortly, and she could only gleefully imagine the discomfort he must have been feeling while her tongue continued its business. When he could feel himself begin to loose all sense of mind, he pulled her upwards sharply and regained the control that (for now: he had ideas about nights to come) he needed so bad. Spreading her thighs with his knees, he positioned himself and slid into her; all thoughts and words became incoherent. For a second, he paused just long enough not to lose any momentum, but to absorb the fact that it was her around him. He let the sensation of the thought alone before turning his attention to their others.
Adjusting ever so slightly, they quickened their pace; her arm around his shoulder blades, whilst her other hand reached down and caused friction between the two partners. His name left her lips as she reached her final peak; he was shuddering above her, clearly taken by his own orgasmic trip.
Collapsing beside each other, their bodies drenched, she began to breathlessly emit hollow gasps of amusement.
"What?" Her lover asked, clearly surprised by her new demeanour.
"Nothing," she replied, then took another breath to answer. "It's just my heart's throbbing so hard; that's all."
"Really?" He quirked a brow, "Well, that's not good, is it, then?"
She was actually enjoying the further throbs through her body. "Why would that be?" She stared up at him.
"Because." He moved closer to her. When their foreheads touched, he could hear her shallow breaths as if they were his own; her sweet breath filling his head with further fantasies of activities. The night, after all, was still young. When their lips were so close, you couldn't tell who it was teasing who, he responded. "It's not your heart I want throbbing." And with that he kissed her.
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