Hello, everyone! I'm back from my trip! I had a fantastic time, and now I'm avoiding reality by writing a bit haha. Here's a quick and dirty little ficlet I wrote on the plane ride home.

Monroe wasn't quite sure what caused him to snap. Maybe it was the way her hair kept falling into her eyes as she concentrated on the chessboard in front of her. Maybe it was her biting her bottom lip as she attempted to weasel her way out of a check. Maybe it was her fingers stroking the smooth onyx pieces in the flickering candlelight. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing he had won the game: he had played chess long enough to know the game was his about seven moves ago. Whatever it was, when Rosalee sighed and laid down her king, he let his animal impulses take over.
He stood, dramatically swept the chess pieces off the table onto the rug, and took a step toward her. She had a defiant glint in her eye, silently daring him to do his worst. He pulled her from her chair and into a rough kiss, pressing his body against hers. She did not reciprocate. His hands found her lapels and he pulled as hard as he could; the buttons popped and scattered, leaving her standing in a skirt and a ripped shirt with her sexy red lace bra exposed. His favorite. He picked her up and gently placed her on the table. He could smell her desire rising. He had never gone so far as to rip one of her shirts before. She started to breathe heavily as he removed his shirt. He then leaned forward and gently bit her neck while his hands roamed up her skirt. He found her underwear and roughly pulled them off. The smell of her was so delicious, he had to have her right then. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was stiff and throbbing for this beautiful woman before him. Without a word, he held her legs open and probed her with the tip of his manhood. She sat up more fully, braced herself with her arms behind her, and nodded; he buried himself within her, feeling her slick muscles welcome him home once more.
Rosalee wrapped her bare legs around his khakis, pulling him closer as he pumped hard. He kept one hand on her thigh and the other grasped at her red lacy bra. He ran his fingers over the fabric before sliding his hand under it and taking her breast into his hand. He rubbed the nipple with his thumb before biting her neck once more while continuing to drive into her. Rosalee reached up and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce freely in response to his thrusts. His hands left her breast and went back to her thighs, pounding harder into her willing pussy. Rosalee began rubbing her feet along his ass, enjoying the sensation of the khaki beneath her bare toes; it made her simultaneously feel powerful and vulnerable. Her lips met Monroe's, and this time she reciprocated the kiss as one of his large hands found her clit and started applying pressure. She pulled him closer as she careened over the edge, moaning loudly. She grasped his neck, panting, as he continued to move within her. She nibbled at his earlobes, which seemed to spur him on. A few minutes later, he came as well, leaning on the table and whispering her name into her hair. They stayed in that position for a few moments as Monroe continued to kiss her neck. After he withdrew from her, she smiled and asked:
"If that's what happens when I lose at chess, what happens when I win?" He smiled back lovingly but shook his head.
"I don't know if we'll ever find out, but you're welcome to try." He laughed as she put on a ridiculous fake pout, and helped her off the table. "Best two out of three?"