Warning! This one contains some mature content! Nothing graphic; but it is extremely suggestive.
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Technicolour Eyes
Prompt #069: Mulberry
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"We're going to get caught," she hisses as his hands slide under her dress and he drags his nails across her thighs.
"No, we won't." His breath hitches in his throat as her own hands slip under his shirt and slide up his back, running her fingers along his spine.
She cranes her neck back to give him better access, allowing him to bite and nip and lick. He throws her onto the bed and she finds herself scrambling to undress him as fast as possible.
They're on a cruiseship, working in the kitchen and as a maid respectively. The ship goes through most the South American islands, a place they had not been to themselves and it seemed like a good chance to explore them. The work itself, though, was tedious and boring, but it paid well and kept them out of trouble.
So, naturally, they had to find their own.
Anya was cleaning one of the grander suites on the ship when Dimitri suddenly came in, smelling fresh and clean from the shower he had just had, hugging her from behind.
He was on break; she was on duty.
They were in a very gorgeous room. With a very large bed.
The idea presented itselves to them so grandly that they couldn't ignore it.
Their breathing got heavier and the sweat gathered on their brows as they kissed and clutched and gasped, whispering I love yous against each others lips. Anya grips the mulberry sheets underneath her as he moves above her and she feels like no moment could be as great as this.
That is, until, the door swings open and the room's true occupants walk in, faces taking on expressions of horror and disgust.
They're fired promptly and deserted on the next city they dock in.