I have two prizes to award. One is to Gifted Empress for naming that tune in the last chapter. Yes, it was from the Village, I LOVE THAT MOVIE. Sigh, anyway, second shout out goes to sinbin05 who used her psychic abilities to tell that indeed this chapter would be Hard R. Like we're talking detailed people. So if you get squeamish, I suggest you move onto the next chapter. Everyone else, please don't hurt me. I've never written anything this... well... sinful before. So I'm hoping its good. Tell me if you like it! (HINT: Leave a loooong review. You have no idea how much i love long reviews.)
And congrats to my two winners. And thanks to everyone who reviewed last chappie! (sinbin05, Gifted Empress, Camreyn... um, that's it.)
x0x Stokes x0x
Finn audibly yawned as she heard the front of the wagon creek and lower as someone climbed on. She sat up, thinking that maybe it was a Rogue or Saxon. She'd become paranoid since their last encounter, and since the stories of regular attacks. She reached for one of the dull weapons stored in the wagon, but it was too far across the floor for her to reach. She made to move toward it but then she saw the intruder. She was about to scream, when the figure stepped forward into a sliver of moonlight. It was Lancelot.
'Lancelot…Are you trying to kill me?! You scared me!' she tried to sound angry, but really her heart was over flowing with happiness. She had wanted to talk to him…she really had. His forlorn looks at her at the camp fire had not been lost on her, but something inside her refused to let her go to him.
'My apologies.' He mumbled as he shed his weathered cloak, dropping it to the ground and kicked it into a corner. She then watched him begin to pull his boots from his feet, leaving Finn to her thoughts for a few moments. Finn was glad that the nagging voice from early seemed to be gone, or it would have screamed at her to send him away. But really, Finn couldn't. She couldn't.
After his boots had been discarded, he struck a match and lit a single candle that hung from the ceiling in a transparent pot. The flame was weak but offered enough light so that he could see her better. The moonlight itself doused her in a silver glow, while he was washed in soft golden light.
'Come here.' She spoke quietly, reaching out a hand to him. He moved forward, coming to kneel on the floor next to her, careful not to crowd her. It made her stomach swell and heart fall, that he was being cautious of their distance now. He gazed at her longingly, brushing a stray hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, marveling at how warm he was. 'I missed you so damn much.' She whispered. Lancelot felt his heart belt out an irregular rhythm, and seeing her like this, made him feel wanted.
'Truly?' he asked, as if unsure. Finn looked at him for a moment, still not quite believing that he could be so uncertain. She then sat up and moved closer to him, placing a hand on either side of his face.
'If I ever made you think otherwise, I am so sorry.' She said leaning her forehead against his, nuzzling him. That was all he could endure. His hands immediately went to her hips, and pulled her forward. He itched to touch her, her skin. He kissed her face everywhere, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her lips. She tasted of salt and wine. An odd mixture, but one he would never be tired of tasting.
She sighed contentedly as she brought his hand to her outer thigh and he began to ease her slip up to expose more and more flesh. Finally she raised her arms and he lifted the interfering article up and flung it across the caravan. He sat back and looked at her, now that her chest was naked.
In his eyes, she must have been created perfect. Her breasts were plump, and each was topped with a pink rosy nipple. He stared so intently upon them that Finn became nervous of his scrutiny, blush creeping all down her neck; she made to hide her breast from view, placing her hand on it. He looked up at her, and noticed she'd turned red. He gently took her wrist and led the hand away, before leaning forward and nuzzling it, as if showing that there was nothing wrong.
She smiled as she laid back down on the floor. He stopped just above her breast and leaned down so that his curls tickled the sensitive skin. He looked up at her from under the curtain of brown, their eyes met, before he pressed his lips to her breast, kissing it, before allowing his tongue to dart out and lick it. She cried out, arching up into his hot mouth, as he suddenly decided to try to devour her.
He wanted her to feel how much he loved her, wanted to show her physically just how much he ached for her. The coil inside her was already starting to tighten, and she felt her eyes squeeze shut at his ministrations. He began to suckle, to lave his tongue adoringly against her, spurred on by her breathy whimpers and calls. He felt her arching, and brought his large hands to her waist, holding her down and enjoying the look of lusty torment she so openly wore on her moonlit face.
'God, Lancelot…stop, please, please stop…' she chanted under her breath. His lust clouded brain finally cleared and he lifted his head again to see her face as it contorted in pleasure. His heated breath assaulted her wet skin which did nothing to smother her need. 'I don't deserve this.' She murmured. Lancelot frowned before crawling up to give her a good long, passionate kiss, his tongue making its way into every crevice. He broke away for a second, both breathing erratically, his eyes taking hers captive.
'You deserve more than I can give you.' He would not let her argue, as he knew she would. He swooped down on her lips again, leading her small hands to him. Her hands wandered up his shirt, and she pulled it up. It got tangled up, but after a bit of patience and laughter, it was over his head and on the floor with his coat.
Finn rolled them over so that she on top of him. She ducked her head down and sucked hard on his exposed neck. Lancelot let out an audible groan, lifting his hips off the floor to come in contact with hers. They both moaned softly at the contact, and Finn quickly began to kiss her way up his jaw, behind his ear. She licked his earlobe, and began to trace the shell of his ear all the while her hands groped skin and muscle. She squeezed the juncture between his thigh and buttocks and felt him shake beneath her with suppressed passion.
'So good…' he managed to mutter. 'Finn…' Finn silenced any words coming from his mouth when her hand brushed his erection lightly. This time the moan erupted from his throat as she slowly massaged him through the fabric of his pants. His volume only increased as she kissed a trail down his chest. He grabbed her hand and rolled her over so that he was on top of her, her legs either side of his waist. She grinned up like a Cheshire cat, her foot tracing lightly up his left calf.
Her hands starting up at his shoulders before raking achingly slow down his entire body until they reached their destination.
He shed his pants and climbed over top of her. He kicked them off, before his fingers slid down her body. Now they were both completely naked, lying together. Lancelot leaned down to kiss her again, but this time her tongue was the intruder, leisurely exploring his mouth.
If either had been told the day that they'd met that they would've ended up in bed together, they probably would have regarded the person as a lunatic. But now they were so close. So damn close…
'I love you.' Finn managed to say huskily. She tucked her foot behind his leg and then rolled them over so that she was on top of him once more.
'And I love you.' He said nipping her shoulder. Suddenly, roughly, he grabbed her arms, bringing her forward, claiming her lips in a fiery kiss.
'You're sure?' he asked as they broke apart, Finn breathing deeply, his musky scent surrounding her and effectively drugging her senses. She smiled at him leaning her forehead against his as she took his erection and guided it to her entrance. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before sinking down.
She whimpered at the intensity of the feelings that over came her. Lancelot moaned low and long, her name, feeling for her in the darkness, needing to touch her and feel that this was really happening.
She buried her head into his shoulder, and he felt her bite down on it, but it only served to intensify his feelings.
'Oh God…' he felt her say, her hot breath on his skin as she gripped his sides. 'Lancelot…' she said as she experimentally rocked forward, causing him to growl low in his throat.
Finally she lifted her body up, sliding him almost out of her, before she sank back down. But before they could even make a sound, she was up again and coming back down, to a set rhythm, rocking against him. He brushed her sensitive areas, which drove her crazy, to the point where she was bucking against him. Again experimentally, she clenched her inner muscles as she drove back down onto him. This time she heard a sharp intake of breath and she was suddenly being turned over, until Lancelot was hovering over her.
He drove into her, hard, hitting her in just the right spot so that she screamed his name. Again he drove into her. He knew he was being a bit rough, he was banging into her hard and deep, but lord was it good. Over and over and over, but it was never enough, never quite enough. He felt her grip his ass, pulling him deeper into her, felt her labored breathing on his shoulder as he continued his fiery assault. The wagon was rocking slightly with the force of his every thrust until finally she cried out his name one last time before they climaxed. He seized up above her, becoming rigid, before collapsing against her, sweat glistening on both of them.
They laid in silence for a few moments, listening to each other taking in long, slow, deep breaths. She was shaking in the aftermath of it all, trembling as she felt his heavy chest breathing erratically on top of her. He was heavy, but she welcomed the feeling of him lying so limply atop her, one of his hands brushing her side languidly. She raised his head from the crook of her neck, both still breathing hard, and she looked into his face as he looked back at her.
'You're shaking.' He said slowly, raising one of his own giant hands and caressing her cheek softly. She licked her lips, and that small, inadvertent gesture poked at the embers of his lust. He leaned forward and touched his own tongue tentatively to her lips. When he pulled back he saw her eyes were wide.
'Again?' she asked almost jokingly. 'So soon?' she was referring to the fact that already he'd begun to harden again. He grinned at her sheepishly, and she felt her heart melt at the way his fingers were lithely trailing up her sides again, now with new life. Then finally, a smile broke across her face. 'Let's do it again.'
It was his turn to look shocked, but soon it fell away and his head lowered onto hers, her lips working passionately against his. But he kept it slow, letting her work through her passion before she too fell into the leisurely pace he'd set, and intended to keep for the rest of the night.
And congrats to my two winners. And thanks to everyone who reviewed last chappie! (sinbin05, Gifted Empress, Camreyn... um, that's it.)
x0x Stokes x0x
Finn audibly yawned as she heard the front of the wagon creek and lower as someone climbed on. She sat up, thinking that maybe it was a Rogue or Saxon. She'd become paranoid since their last encounter, and since the stories of regular attacks. She reached for one of the dull weapons stored in the wagon, but it was too far across the floor for her to reach. She made to move toward it but then she saw the intruder. She was about to scream, when the figure stepped forward into a sliver of moonlight. It was Lancelot.
'Lancelot…Are you trying to kill me?! You scared me!' she tried to sound angry, but really her heart was over flowing with happiness. She had wanted to talk to him…she really had. His forlorn looks at her at the camp fire had not been lost on her, but something inside her refused to let her go to him.
'My apologies.' He mumbled as he shed his weathered cloak, dropping it to the ground and kicked it into a corner. She then watched him begin to pull his boots from his feet, leaving Finn to her thoughts for a few moments. Finn was glad that the nagging voice from early seemed to be gone, or it would have screamed at her to send him away. But really, Finn couldn't. She couldn't.
After his boots had been discarded, he struck a match and lit a single candle that hung from the ceiling in a transparent pot. The flame was weak but offered enough light so that he could see her better. The moonlight itself doused her in a silver glow, while he was washed in soft golden light.
'Come here.' She spoke quietly, reaching out a hand to him. He moved forward, coming to kneel on the floor next to her, careful not to crowd her. It made her stomach swell and heart fall, that he was being cautious of their distance now. He gazed at her longingly, brushing a stray hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, marveling at how warm he was. 'I missed you so damn much.' She whispered. Lancelot felt his heart belt out an irregular rhythm, and seeing her like this, made him feel wanted.
'Truly?' he asked, as if unsure. Finn looked at him for a moment, still not quite believing that he could be so uncertain. She then sat up and moved closer to him, placing a hand on either side of his face.
'If I ever made you think otherwise, I am so sorry.' She said leaning her forehead against his, nuzzling him. That was all he could endure. His hands immediately went to her hips, and pulled her forward. He itched to touch her, her skin. He kissed her face everywhere, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her lips. She tasted of salt and wine. An odd mixture, but one he would never be tired of tasting.
She sighed contentedly as she brought his hand to her outer thigh and he began to ease her slip up to expose more and more flesh. Finally she raised her arms and he lifted the interfering article up and flung it across the caravan. He sat back and looked at her, now that her chest was naked.
In his eyes, she must have been created perfect. Her breasts were plump, and each was topped with a pink rosy nipple. He stared so intently upon them that Finn became nervous of his scrutiny, blush creeping all down her neck; she made to hide her breast from view, placing her hand on it. He looked up at her, and noticed she'd turned red. He gently took her wrist and led the hand away, before leaning forward and nuzzling it, as if showing that there was nothing wrong.
She smiled as she laid back down on the floor. He stopped just above her breast and leaned down so that his curls tickled the sensitive skin. He looked up at her from under the curtain of brown, their eyes met, before he pressed his lips to her breast, kissing it, before allowing his tongue to dart out and lick it. She cried out, arching up into his hot mouth, as he suddenly decided to try to devour her.
He wanted her to feel how much he loved her, wanted to show her physically just how much he ached for her. The coil inside her was already starting to tighten, and she felt her eyes squeeze shut at his ministrations. He began to suckle, to lave his tongue adoringly against her, spurred on by her breathy whimpers and calls. He felt her arching, and brought his large hands to her waist, holding her down and enjoying the look of lusty torment she so openly wore on her moonlit face.
'God, Lancelot…stop, please, please stop…' she chanted under her breath. His lust clouded brain finally cleared and he lifted his head again to see her face as it contorted in pleasure. His heated breath assaulted her wet skin which did nothing to smother her need. 'I don't deserve this.' She murmured. Lancelot frowned before crawling up to give her a good long, passionate kiss, his tongue making its way into every crevice. He broke away for a second, both breathing erratically, his eyes taking hers captive.
'You deserve more than I can give you.' He would not let her argue, as he knew she would. He swooped down on her lips again, leading her small hands to him. Her hands wandered up his shirt, and she pulled it up. It got tangled up, but after a bit of patience and laughter, it was over his head and on the floor with his coat.
Finn rolled them over so that she on top of him. She ducked her head down and sucked hard on his exposed neck. Lancelot let out an audible groan, lifting his hips off the floor to come in contact with hers. They both moaned softly at the contact, and Finn quickly began to kiss her way up his jaw, behind his ear. She licked his earlobe, and began to trace the shell of his ear all the while her hands groped skin and muscle. She squeezed the juncture between his thigh and buttocks and felt him shake beneath her with suppressed passion.
'So good…' he managed to mutter. 'Finn…' Finn silenced any words coming from his mouth when her hand brushed his erection lightly. This time the moan erupted from his throat as she slowly massaged him through the fabric of his pants. His volume only increased as she kissed a trail down his chest. He grabbed her hand and rolled her over so that he was on top of her, her legs either side of his waist. She grinned up like a Cheshire cat, her foot tracing lightly up his left calf.
Her hands starting up at his shoulders before raking achingly slow down his entire body until they reached their destination.
He shed his pants and climbed over top of her. He kicked them off, before his fingers slid down her body. Now they were both completely naked, lying together. Lancelot leaned down to kiss her again, but this time her tongue was the intruder, leisurely exploring his mouth.
If either had been told the day that they'd met that they would've ended up in bed together, they probably would have regarded the person as a lunatic. But now they were so close. So damn close…
'I love you.' Finn managed to say huskily. She tucked her foot behind his leg and then rolled them over so that she was on top of him once more.
'And I love you.' He said nipping her shoulder. Suddenly, roughly, he grabbed her arms, bringing her forward, claiming her lips in a fiery kiss.
'You're sure?' he asked as they broke apart, Finn breathing deeply, his musky scent surrounding her and effectively drugging her senses. She smiled at him leaning her forehead against his as she took his erection and guided it to her entrance. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before sinking down.
She whimpered at the intensity of the feelings that over came her. Lancelot moaned low and long, her name, feeling for her in the darkness, needing to touch her and feel that this was really happening.
She buried her head into his shoulder, and he felt her bite down on it, but it only served to intensify his feelings.
'Oh God…' he felt her say, her hot breath on his skin as she gripped his sides. 'Lancelot…' she said as she experimentally rocked forward, causing him to growl low in his throat.
Finally she lifted her body up, sliding him almost out of her, before she sank back down. But before they could even make a sound, she was up again and coming back down, to a set rhythm, rocking against him. He brushed her sensitive areas, which drove her crazy, to the point where she was bucking against him. Again experimentally, she clenched her inner muscles as she drove back down onto him. This time she heard a sharp intake of breath and she was suddenly being turned over, until Lancelot was hovering over her.
He drove into her, hard, hitting her in just the right spot so that she screamed his name. Again he drove into her. He knew he was being a bit rough, he was banging into her hard and deep, but lord was it good. Over and over and over, but it was never enough, never quite enough. He felt her grip his ass, pulling him deeper into her, felt her labored breathing on his shoulder as he continued his fiery assault. The wagon was rocking slightly with the force of his every thrust until finally she cried out his name one last time before they climaxed. He seized up above her, becoming rigid, before collapsing against her, sweat glistening on both of them.
They laid in silence for a few moments, listening to each other taking in long, slow, deep breaths. She was shaking in the aftermath of it all, trembling as she felt his heavy chest breathing erratically on top of her. He was heavy, but she welcomed the feeling of him lying so limply atop her, one of his hands brushing her side languidly. She raised his head from the crook of her neck, both still breathing hard, and she looked into his face as he looked back at her.
'You're shaking.' He said slowly, raising one of his own giant hands and caressing her cheek softly. She licked her lips, and that small, inadvertent gesture poked at the embers of his lust. He leaned forward and touched his own tongue tentatively to her lips. When he pulled back he saw her eyes were wide.
'Again?' she asked almost jokingly. 'So soon?' she was referring to the fact that already he'd begun to harden again. He grinned at her sheepishly, and she felt her heart melt at the way his fingers were lithely trailing up her sides again, now with new life. Then finally, a smile broke across her face. 'Let's do it again.'
It was his turn to look shocked, but soon it fell away and his head lowered onto hers, her lips working passionately against his. But he kept it slow, letting her work through her passion before she too fell into the leisurely pace he'd set, and intended to keep for the rest of the night.