Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: R
Summary: M/F
Warnings: None. I mean c'mon, look at the rating.
Author's Notes: If any OC's are used their stories belongs to me, till the end of the universe and flying monkeys. Should any canon characters be used I am not making a single cent from this so please don't sue.
"I enjoy watching you like this."
"Less work for you."
"Less work ? My dear, my hands have become sergeants. You cannot fathom how many orders I've been given to grab as much flesh as possible."
I grin at the zigzagging of his palms now; first on my knees, then my wrists, purposely prodding the curve that is my stomach to release a chuckle from my swollen lips.
"They're jealous of my eyes. You see?" I laugh heartily at his poor pun, swatting his smooth chest as I smile down at him. "My eyes can envelop every inch of you in mere moments." I swallow as his dark gaze rakes over my torso but it quickly returns to my face, holding my attention in a grip tighter than any embrace.
"But my hands..." they now rest on my hips, splayed to touch the tops of my thighs. His voice has deepened and my laughter is gone, my gaze as intense as his while his fingers begin to creep up over my ribs. "They cannot dream of moving so fast."
Warm hands come up to cup my breasts, thumbs massaging pebbled nipples, and I contract around him.
Leaning over, I deposit a line of nips and licks along his collar bone. One of his hands returns to my thigh, squeezing, while the other plays over the beadwork of my necklace.
"Dorian ?"
"Mmm ?"
"We will be late."
"...I don't really care."
"What about this room ? It is rather expensive."
I quirk my lips at the look crossing his face and sit back with an extra push. His boredom knows no bounds where financial arrangements are concerned.
"Poor little boy."
"Little ? Mina you know better."
He smirks, his fingertips searching.
He makes me laugh.
