A/N: This one will be different, my lovelies! It is co-written with RagdollPrincess. Initially based on her song prompt, I'm in Love with a Big Blue Frog by Peter, Paul, and Mary (which is so crazy if you combine it with Middle earth in your head:D), the story turned into a co-writing fest :) Reese, Kili's beloved, is her OC and I can't imagine him with anybody else anymore :) Check out her stories, so worth it! And might be useful later *wink* Collaborating turned out so sweet that we hardly will be able to stay away from it! :D
1976, Winnipeg Folk Festival
The girl stumbled on a root and swore under her breath. The old habit of not mentioning the name in vain made her halt for a second after that, and she shook her head. You can take a girl from an oppressive religious upbringing, but you can't turn her into a liberal independent woman right away. At least not without some booze.
The fire was warm and welcoming, and she looked at the faces of five people sitting around it. Well, four, the fifth was sitting slightly aside, leaning on a tree. The dark haired hunk caressing the guitar smiled back, white toothed inviting grin. She came closer, and he winked.
She slid on a log near him, and he bumped his shoulder into hers. "What's your name, foxy?"
"Wren," it was not her name really, but she was a free bird these days. And no way in hell she would ever admit being named Eunice Edna.
"Killian, and that's my brother Phil." The blond was even hotter, shagadelic to her taste. Or not. She could never choose between chocolate and butterscotch. She was a real daughter of the prairies. She liked both in her fudge.
The other two sitting there were a young skinny kid, probably around seventeen, and an immensely foxy chick. For a second Wren thought that if given a choice she would go for the girl instead of either of the brothers. Short dark hair cut like a pixie's, lively brown eyes, striking cheekbones. Wren especially liked the mouth, sensual and strong, she could imagine that is a mouth of a person who laughs a lot. The girl smiled and stretched her hand, "Reese." The voice was sexy and warm, and Wren smiled wider.
Wren liked the combination of confidence and femininity surrounding Reese's small but curvy body. In a gauzy blue peasant top that left her shoulders bare, and soft denim bell bottoms, she looked chill and endlessly appetizing. She had graceful collarbones and slender wrists. Yes, Wren definitely liked her a lot.
"That's my Uncle John there," Killian waved his hand towards the fifth one. He seemed to be sleeping, large heavy body leaning on the trunk. "And that's Orwell." Wren shook the youngest kid's hand and a feeling of kinship flooded her. Another child of Steinbeck no doubt. "Do you sing, Wren?"
"Lord, no!" she squeaked. She was honestly straightforward horrible.
"Uncle, will you sing with us?" The guy by the tree slightly turned his head towards the fire and opened his eyes. They were so bright blue, and Wren felt heat pooling in her underwear. Once his face was lit with the fire, she realized that she was not having any butterscotch or chocolate tonight. She was indulging in a copious amount of that aged Canadian Club.
He smirked lopsidedly, "Not if you are holding the guitar, kid. Stop torturing the instrument and give it to your girl."
Killian sighed and passed the guitar to Reese. She had to stand to take it from him and dipped in for a lingering kiss before she settled back, throwing the guitar strap over her neck. She began plucking at the strings experimentally. "You didn't have it tuned, baby," she murmured distractedly before tightening the strings. Killian only laughed and shrugged while his uncle snorted behind him.
"Any requests?" she asked, glancing around the circle. Everyone shook their head, and so she dropped her gaze back to the strings before picking up a slow folk tune. "Reminiscent of Woodstock," Reese said as the tune took melody, conjuring images and memories of 1969.
Glancing up at the new addition to the group, she added, "I don't like to sing either, but don't any of you hold back now, you know," with a grin and a wink at Wren, noticing the redhead's wide open curious eyes, before dropping back to concentrate on the strings.
Reese hadn't missed the way Wren's eyes had lingered on John as he sat brooding by the tree before returning her gaze to the fire. She was really drawn to the new girl. She loved her dress, belted at the waist and falling to the ground. She loved how it was a shocking shade of pink that clashed horribly with her red hair, which Reese was terribly jealous of. She'd always wanted long curly red hair and would definitely have worn it with bright pink of she'd had it. As a rule Reese avoided pink because everyone always told her how good it looked with her dark hair, making her feel like a cupcake.
Reese also loved Wren's freckles and admired how the freckles served to add to Wren's beauty, standing out on her porcelain white skin. They even sprayed across her adorable delicate nose. Her eyes were slightly slanted, and Reese wondered if she were to get a close look if she'd find that they were green. It would be too perfect if she did find them to be green.
Wren's red lips appeared to be quirked in a permanent smile, and the entire effect gave her the appearance of an exotic wood nymph, playful and mischievous. Appearances aside though, she loved how Wren had just fallen in with them so easily. She seemed friendly and chill and like she could be a lot of fun.
Reese was thoughtful as she continued to strum quietly. Killian's uncle was a good guy but had a tendency to come across as brooding, almost sulky. Maybe it was the result of having to help his sister raise his nephews after their father had died, and the brooding and serious demeanor had simply become a habit. They'd talked him into coming to the festival with them in hopes that he would kick back and have a good time. She always enjoyed his company, but she'd never really seen him relax in all of the eight years she and Killian had been together. Maybe it was premature, but possibly this Wren girl was just what they'd hoped to find to help John relax a bit.
Wren sat and listened to Reese's quiet soft voice, when she heard John joining in. Her eyebrows hiked up, surprised that he even knew the words. Seemingly without any effort he was following the melody, his voice deep and smoky. And then she fully realized the effect his low velvet was having on her body. Tingly little shocks were running through her spine. She shivered and turned to look at him.
He still looked rather peevish, but it was obvious he enjoyed singing. His posture was relaxed, but she worked with men every day and knew that that was a fake laid back attitude. The guy was uncomfortable. And then his nephew offered a wonderful solution to that problem.
Killian lit up a joint. "Do you smoke?"
"Not cigarettes," Wren smiled coyly, and Killian chuckled as he passed it to her. Wren inhaled deeply before passing it to Phil, who then gave it back to her, skipping Orwell.
"Come on, guys," Orwell whined as the brothers laughed at his disappointment.
"Sorry buddy," Phil said. "We're not that loose. Give it a couple years."
Killian settled beside Reese, bringing the joint to her lips so that she didn't need to stop playing. She felt the electrical charge from his nearness that was always present, even after eight years together. He pulled the joint away as she inhaled before bringing his lips to hers, surprising her and making her cough. "Jesus," she sputtered. "I hate it when you do that." He laughed at her playfully, and she couldn't help joining him. He stood and moved behind her, nestling her between his legs as he rubbed her back while she coughed.
Killian leaned backwards and passed the joint to his uncle, who to Wren's surprise took it. She tried not to look, but the thought of his lips closing on it made her peek. The view didn't disappoint. The fingers were long, palm large, and she absolutely loved the way he hollowed his cheeks under a thick black beard breathing in.
Finally able to stop coughing, Reese resumed playing. "You're a goof," she huffed at Killian, catching Wren's eyes and winking at her again, liking how Wren grinned back at her.
"Do you like Peter, Paul, and Mary?" Reese asked her before switching to a more playful song, targeted at Killian. "I'm in love with a big blue frog and a big blue frog love me." All but Killian joined in on the next line, "It's not as bad as it appears. He wears glasses and he's six foot three!" before erupting into laughter at his expense.
Reese felt Killian laughing too before he leaned forward to murmur, "Very funny," and then playfully nipped at her ear, making goosebumps rise on her skin.
John got up and came to the fire. He sat on the log near Orwell, who immediately tensed. Wren didn't blame him, the guy was intimidating. Large wide body, dark hair in a ponytail, an overall gloomy disposition. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth in it. She caught Orwell's eyes and gave him an encouraging wink. He blushed.
John leaned and picked up a bottle of beer. And then he pushed another one in Orwell's hand. The kid's face lit up. "Not for you, pass it to our guest." Orwell's face dropped but he grabbed the bottle and got up. He made a few steps towards Wren, but she was faster. In a swift move she got up, picked up the beer from his hand and flopped into Orwell's empty seat. She smiled into John's widened eyes and took a swig. "Hi." The heavy brows hiked up.
Orwen shifted between his feet confusedly before sitting in Wren's place. Phil clapped him on the back and turned to the girl, "So what is it that you do, Wren?"
"I work in Dominion Motors."
"Really?" Phil's bafflement was mirrored on others' faces as well.
"Do you take calls?" John's low voice made her turn to him. She chuckled and put the bottle on the ground. Then she splayed her fingers and showed her hands, first to him and then to the rest of the group. They were calloused and black from the oil and grime that could never come off completely.
"I fix engines, and you are a chauvinistic pig." Her tone was light though, and she bumped her shoulder into him. He was staring at her. She drank some more beer and licked her lips.
Orwell expressed everyone's opinion when he breathed out, "Wicked..."
Wren looked at John appraisingly. "You are the grumpy uptight type, aren't you?" She suddenly pushed her small hands into his hair, and he choked on his drink. "You need a couple braids in here. To match the gig, you know." She was so obviously teasing him that Killian roared with laughter. She shook her copper mane, "I can sacrifice a couple of my beads for you." She laughed into his stunned face and winked to Reese.
Reese bit back a grin, surprised but not disliking Wren's forwardness, and changed the tune again, the song familiar, and the group started to sing when Killian murmured into Reese's again, "Did you see how the little bird is looking at uncle?" Reese nodded, not wanting to risk being heard but glad the singing drowned out his lower voice.
Killian continued to nuzzle Reese's ear lightly, and she finally whispered. "You don't think she's a little young for him?"
Killian snorted. "She doesn't seem to care. Age is just a number."
Reese smiled at his cavalier attitude. He could never let things happen on their own, though, and her eyes widened in alarm as he whispered suddenly, "I have a fab idea." Killian's ideas didn't always turn out well.
"Orwell, Phil, can you guys jog back to the car to grab more beer? I think we just finished the last of it."
"Right on!" said Orwell, jumping to his feet eager to please. Phil was more reluctant.
"Get it yourself, you chump," he muttered.
"I'm busy," Killian said, nuzzling into Reese's shoulder. Reese was sure he wore the pouty look he got that Phil could never resist in him. Killian knew his audience well.
Phil sighed loudly and dramatically as he rose to his feet, muttering as Orwell took off at a run. Reese wondered what Killian was up to, thinking it was horribly unfair of him to get his brother to walk so far. The car was easily a thirty minute walk each way. Phil really would do anything for Killian.
Suddenly Killian stood up, pulling a surprised Reese to her feet with him. "Excuse us," he said unceremoniously. His uncle snorted as Killian caught Reese's lips in a dramatic, heated kiss, leaving no question about the reason for his sudden desire to pull her out of the clearing and into the surrounding bushes.
Reese glanced apologetically at Wren as she rested the guitar on the ground. "We'll be back."
Wren's answer proved Reese's suspicion that the girl was a kindred soul and that John was so in for it. "Take your time," the redhead saluted them with her beer, and they stumbled into the bushes with laughter, Killian grabbing her by the hand and twirling her a couple times as they went.
Wren looked at the backs of the leaving couple. They were so groovy, and acute envy clenched her heart. There was a heated passion between them, and a warm intimacy, and an obvious ardent friendship. The way he was hugging her from behind, their bodies fitting like two pieces of puzzle, as cliche as it sounded even in her head, showed the obvious connection between them. They were a beautiful couple, her perky and robust bosom, shapely hips, tiny waist, his wide shoulders, narrow hips, the way they moved in accordance, their bodies constantly touching. Wren mused that they obviously had the best of both a long time couple with their familiarity and connectivity, and a still burning fire of those who just became lovers. Wren sighed and looked at the man she was left with alone.
He sat seemingly relaxed, elbows on his knees, large hands loosely hanging between his long legs. Wren peaked, the bottle in his hand was almost empty. She thought she saw a bit of flush on the cheekbones, and she hoped that would make him a bit more chill.
"So what is it that you do, John?" He looked at her from the corner of his eye.
"I teach computer science at the university."
"You are a prof? That's so far out!" He lifted a brow. "Do your students leave an apple on your table, John?" He sat up straighter and looked at her attentively.
"You are an odd one, Wren."
"You will find, John, that the right term is a shick chick," she smiled wider and clanked her bottle to his.
And then she moved closer so that her shoulder was touching his upper arm. He was so much bigger that she had to lift her face to look him in the eyes. "You have no idea how to mellow out, do you?" His lips twitched in a suppressed smile.
"That's what my nephews always say. That I need to mellow out," he mockingly drew out the term as if emphasizing its evident preposterousness.
"As a prof you should understand that it all comes down to the choice of teaching material," she took the bottle from his hand, and he followed it with his eyes. And then she got up and stood in front of him. For once he needed to lift his face to look at her. She cupped his face and gently scratched the beard.
She licked her lips stretching the anticipation. He was not resisting but neither did he encourage her in any way. She moved even closer, between his knees, and her little palms slid on his ears. She rubbed the pinnae and pulling slightly she tilted his head back some more. He obeyed, and she lowered her lips on his.
She started gently, soft caresses of slightly open lips, the tip of her tongue sliding on his bottom lip. He inhaled sharply, and his palms lay on her waist. She smiled into the kiss, and slid one hand at the back of his head, down the neck and under the collar of his blue button-up. The fingers of another hand leapt onto the buttons on his shirt, opening three of them and then she returned her palm to his nape. She pushed both hands around his shoulder down his back. Her upper body presses into him, and he finally tightened his grip on her.
He either had been holding himself back before, or he was a quick learner, but he started catching up with her, her scorching palms sliding down and grabbing her buttocks. She chuckled and nipped his lip. The hands squeezed her bum.
She stepped back and tilted her head. She gave him a look over, enjoying the view of flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. He frowned in confusion. And then she stretched her hand to him. "Common, do you really want to stay here and your nephews to catch you making out with a random bird?"
He placed his hand into her small strong hand, and she pulled him up. "Where are we going?" He had to clear out his throat, his voice gruff.
"Well, it will be hard to find an unoccupied patch, but I'm sure we'll manage."
She led him among the trees, peeking at him from time to time. His face was increasingly hesitant, and she realized he needed reminding why he even went with her. She sharply turned around and pushed his back into the nearest tree. And then she actually jumped a little and pulled him down to herself.
"You are wickedly tall, dude," she smiled into his eyes, "You'll have to meet me halfway here, John." He paused a second and then making an internal decision he pressed his lips to hers. He tasted delicious, and she moaned into his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and this time he started backing her up, until she smacked her back into a trunk. And then he placed his hands on the tree, on the sides of her head, bending down, deepening the kiss.
"It's best if you sit, John," he hummed in agreement, obviously having not heard what she said. She chuckled and slightly pushed him away from her neck, that he was sucking on. "Sit!" His brows jumped up, and he gave her an impish smirk. That was a new expression, and suddenly she thought she might have bitten off way more that she could chew. But it was too late to back up. And besides, he was delectable!
He spun them around and sat down, his back to the tree. While sitting down he managed to brush the tip of his nose to one of her breasts, and she giggled.
"You are full of delightful surprises, aren't you John?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her down. She picked up her skirt and lowered herself, straddling him. He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers into her mane, and for a second he paused and looked into her laughing eyes.
Whatever he saw there seemed to convince him he was doing the right thing, and he caught her mouth. Kissing, learning each other, hands exploring bodies, her fingers deftly opened the rest of his buttons. Normally Wren would go for less chest hair, less mass, and less of everything, to be honest, but his wide chest, hot skin, hard muscles felt surprisingly perfect. She trailed her tongue along his neck and gently bit into his jaw. The beard added to the experience.
His hands were on her shoulder blades, and he felt a row of buttons on the back of the dress. He managed four and then growled in frustration. She chuckled, "Don't you dare ruining my dress, you putz!" He lifted a brow. "No," she drew her brows together in a mocking strict grimace, and he chuckled.
"You are a bossy one," somehow he sounded pleased with it.
"I am also very skinny," she laughed and shimmied her shoulders out of the top of the dress. It pooled on her waist.
"Convenient," he smirked and unclasped her bra. She helped him pull it off, and his large palms covered the small peaks.
"Not much to offer here, sorry," she gave him a cheeky grin.
"They are perfect," he pulled her for an unhurried kiss. They somehow slowed down and spent some time exploring more. And then she pushed her hand in a pocket and pulled out a condom.
"I see you came prepared."
"I used to be a Girl Guide. Not quite a scout, but I'm all for their motto, you know," she pushed from him for a second and her fingers slid on the buckle of his jeans.
A bit of shuffling, and her strong hand encircled his cock. He puffed air out. "It's been a while." She cocked her head on the side.
"Well, it's like riding a bike," she rolled the condom over him, and lifted her body over him. He placed his palms under her knees, and she giggled.
"Ticklish?" He smiled back at her, and then the palms slid up, bunching up the skirt, and he hooked his fingers on the waist of her underwear. With this problem solved, she lowered herself on him.
She went slowly, it had been a while for her too, and with his rather impressive length finally buried in her, she realized she'd been holding her breath and exhaled. He was taking measured breaths too.
"I know you are probably feeling a bit impatient here, but can we do something for me, John?" Her tone was surprisingly even and polite. He blinked, trying really hard to concentrate on her.
"Sure, what can I do you for?" She chuckled at the pun and quickly kissed his lips.
"Can I turn around? It really works so much better for me."
"Turn around whe…?" He choked on his question when she swung her leg on the other side on his body, and then slowly turned her whole body, her pelvis still firmly pressed into him, now she was facing away from him.
He sat up and pushed her hair away from her nape. Then he presses his lips to the smooth skin there, and his palms slid on her breasts. She arched into him and started moving. He could not keep the loud groan back.
Her hips setting a nice forceful rhythm, her arms thrown back, wrapped around his neck, his mouth pressing greedy open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders, they were moving in a surprising for their first time accordance. He encircled her tiny waist with his hands, index fingers and thumbs almost meeting around it, but soon the palms slid on the hips, helping her move.
She was right, the position was definitely working for her. Soon enough she was making small adorable mewling noises and painfully grabbing handfuls of his hair. He knew he was going to cum any moment and to his own surprise he realized he really needed her to go first.
A new woman, a new body to deal with, he could only rely on his guts. One hand still caressing her breast, he slid another down onto her clit and gently rubbed the bundle of nerves. She moaned louder but it was hard to say if he was making any progress. She was apparently very vocal in general. And he really couldn't muster enough coherence to ask.
He bit into her shoulder, holding back with the remnants of his will power, when she grabbed his hand and roughly pressed it to her clit. In a sudden surge of inspiration he pressed his thumb to it and gave it a forceful swirl. She cried out and came.
Her muscles clenched around him. He barked a swear. She was tight to start with, now it felt like she was choking him. In the best possible of ways. He groaned and came as well. She fell ahead, her small palms pressed into his legs, small body shaking, delicate back in front of his eyes. And in the last moment before his brain turned off completely, he grabbed her and pulled to himself.
She twisted her neck and he caught her mouth in an askew kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her walls still milking him, and he moaned as well. He fell back, the bark of a tree scratching his back through the shirt that they hadn't taken off. She relaxed into his body, and suddenly picked up his hand. She pulled it to her lips and kissed the inside of his wrist. A caress was unexpected and unusual, but wasn't everything about her?
He nuzzled her hair and then chuckled. "Are you thinking of how your nephew set us up so smoothly?" He froze in surprise. That was exactly what he was thinking about. "They are fab, I hope they are having fun in the bushes as well." John didn't miss the "as well".
She slid off him, and he groaned. Then she turned around and sit on his legs just above his knees. "I think I really like you, John." He licked his lips.
"I think I really like you back." She smiled.
"Then let's make it worthwhile. After all your nephew and his foxy chick now have to wonder through woods to give us some room. Might as well enjoy it to the max."
Reese and Killian had fallen silent as they moved deeper into the trees. They didn't speak at all, comfortably waiting until they were alone. They had to walk quite a distance, passing several other groups and couples, before finally reaching a secluded area that afforded them some privacy.
"So," Reese began lightly as they stopped in a small clearing far from the noise of the festival, "Do you think you've managed to weave your magic around your uncle and that poor girl?"
"Was is too much?" he asked, suddenly sounding insecure in his impulsive decision. This was a side of Killian only she and Phil got to see, the one that worried about what others thought of him, whose confidence was constantly quaking, so different from the spirited self assurance he was careful to portray when around others.
"No," she reassured him as she pulled him into a kiss. "Although we'll see what Phil says after he's done hiking to the car to find you didn't forget any beer there." Killian laughed, a lot less concerned about what Phil thought of him than what John did.
"I hope he goes for it," he mused as she began to unbutton his shirt. "He seems so lonely."
Reese murmured her agreement as she kissed the skin revealed behind each button of his shirt. "I just worry so much that he's going to be alone for ever, you know?" Killian continued as Reese nodded and she pushed his shirt back from his shoulders. She loved his broad shoulders and brought her mouth to nuzzle gently as his collarbone before carefully trailing her tongue to his shoulder. She brought her hands to his wrists and firmly slid her hands up his arms, bringing them to toy with the shaggy hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck.
"I just hope he goes for it," Killian murmured again, distractedly. Reese wondered if John knew how much Killian worried about him. His brow was furrowed and he didn't seem to have noticed that she was toying with the waist of his pants, trailing her fingers over the sensitive skin by his hips.
"Baby," she murmured, "Did you drag me all the way out here just to talk about your uncle?"
Killian blinked in surprise before looking down at her as though he'd forgotten she was there. He stared at her for a moment before grinning and dropping his head to capture her lips with is. "Sorry," he murmured as he brought his hand up to cup her face gently, his kiss deep and slow. Breaking the kiss he murmured against her lips, "Is that better?" She nodded as he kissed her softly again before moving to place light kisses along her jaw. Reese dropped her head back with a sigh as Killian ran his tongue down the side of her neck to her shoulder, nipping gently at her collarbone.
"She's very sexy, don't you think?" Reese mused as Kili's mouth moved to her bare shoulder, his hands straying underneath her loose shirt to gently stroke the skin at her lower back. He paused, raising his head to look at her again, one eyebrow quirked. Reese smirked at him before she continued, "Don't be a goof. But I wouldn't kick her out of bed."
He laughed as he pulled her tunic up over her head, baring her breasts to the cool night air. They'd always joked about the possibility of bringing someone else into their bed but hadn't ever pursued it, despite living in the time of free love. Killian dropped his hands to her hips and stood considering her. "I could never share you with anyone," he said as his eyes came to gaze into hers.
She shook her head, bringing her arms up to hang loosely over his shoulders. "Me neither," she whispered as he moved in to kiss her again, never breaking their gaze. He stopped just before his lips touched hers.
"I love you," he whispered, his breath tickling the skin of her upper lip.
"I love you too," she answered as she closed the remaining distance between their mouths. As their lips moved over each others'. Killian dropped his hands to cup Reese's breasts, weighing them gently as his thumb grazed over the peak. She moaned softly while he continued to circle her nipples with his thumbs, slowly teasing them into hard points. He grinned as she moaned again. As much as Killian experienced insecurity in his day to day life, this was an area where his confidence never wavered.
Reese's hands dropped to his waist as she unbuttoned his jeans. He of course wasn't wearing underwear. He never did.
She tickled the sensitive skin between his hips, slowly unzipping his fly. Reese grazed his pelvis with her nails, making him break their kiss as he moaned in protest when her hands stopped at the base of his cock, leaving it trapped in his pants. She wanted to slow things down, even briefly, wanting to fully enjoy this moment of privacy together.
Killian leaned his forehead against hers while his hands dropped to her waist, breathing deeply as she stroked her hands up his abdomen, his muscles rippling slightly at the light touch, before skimming her nails down towards his straining erection again. This time she tugged his jeans lightly, pulling them down just enough that his erection could spring free, hanging heavily between his legs. Rather than touching him, she dragged her hands over his hips while dropping her mouth to capture his nipple, nipping lightly before circling it with her tongue while her hands trailed to his jeans now slung low on his hips, stopping to dip into the cleft between his buttocks. Killian dropped his head back in a moan, his eyes fluttering shut, as she traced her fingers downwards, dragging them lightly between his ass cheeks, pushing his pants over his hips as they fell to his ankles. As her fingers reached the bottom of his bum, dipping lightly between his legs, she drew them around his hips again to finally grasp his straining cock in her hands.
This time the growl issued from Killian was low and raw as he brought his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss while thrusting his hips forward, rutting his cock against her hand. Suddenly hungry and demanding, he quickly kicked off his boots and jeans, pushing her to the ground to lie beneath him. She didn't mind the feel of the cold ground against her skin, drinking in the scent of the earth and trees in the cool night air.
Reese gasped as Killian caught her nipple in his mouth, biting it lightly before moving his mouth down her abdomen until he arrived at the waist of her denim bell bottoms. Undoing her fly, he brought his hands to her back to lift her hips as he drew her pants off, tossing them aside as he spread her legs to settle between them, lowering his mouth to her.
Reese cried out quietly as he ran his tongue over her folds before bringing it to circle her clit lightly. Planting her feet firmly she whimpered as she drove her hips upward trying to grind into him as he flicked his tongue. "Alright my love," he laughed as he brought his hands to her, slowly sliding a long finger into her while continuing to expertly swirl her clit with his tongue. Reese whimpered at the feel of his finger inside of her, groaning as he curled his finger upwards to stroke the bundle of nerves against her inner wall. She continued to drive herself down onto his hand as he added two more fingers, stretching her deliciously as he continued to lave her clit.
Reese threw one arm over her eyes as she always did when she felt herself approaching orgasm while Killian was going down on her. Her mind was flooded with tantalizing images and memories of all the sex they'd had together. A particularly arousing image of their spending their five year anniversary at a swingers' party floated into her mind. Although they were unwilling to share each other with anyone else, they had no issues with enjoying each other in front of an audience. It had been one of the sexiest evenings they'd spent together, and its memories frequently served to hasten her climax.
Reese held her breath before groaning as her orgasm took her, becoming rigid as she bucked her hips upwards. Killian's mouth latched onto her clitoris, prolonging the torrent that gripped her body. Not waiting too long, Killian rose up above her and positioned himself between her legs before plunging deeply into her. Reese sobbed as he filled her completely, her knees rising up beside his hips to allow him to push deeply into her. Killian groaned as she clenched her muscles around him to draw him in fully. They clung to each other, taking a moment to breathe, before Killian withdrew slowly and thrust back into Reese as she tangled her arms around his back, arching forward to bury her face in his neck and rock her hips forward to meet his.
Reese felt her orgasm mounting again as their bodies moved together and before long violent pleasure tore through her. Reese writhed beneath Killian as her muscles clenched him tightly, making him groan deeply as he continued to snap his hips forward. Killian's breath caught as his eyes squeeze tightly shut, his movements becoming erratic as a moan caught in his throat. He thrust into Reese deeply as he came, a strangled groan wrenched from his body.
Killian collapsed over her, gasping for breath. He was heavy on top of her, and Reese rolled her shoulder slightly forward to prop him up so that she was still able to draw breathe comfortably while he recovered. She stroked his back gently, his skin slick with sweat, before Killian rolled off of her suddenly, withdrawing from her and releasing a gush of fluid over her thighs. They lay beside each other, looking up at the dark night sky with their hands tangled together.
Killian broke the silence first. "Do you think it's too early to go back?"
Reese shrugged. "Who knows. Phil and Orwell will be back soon anyway so we might as well." She rolled towards him, stretching to kiss him lightly on his scruff before they rose to their feet, looking for discarded clothing in the dark. They were silent again as they made their way back through the trees towards the camp.
Reese woke the next day curled into Killian's warmth, pale light of the morning filtering through the fabric of the tent. She could hear the crackling of a fire, assuming it was likely built by Phil who tended to wake early. She could hear him moving around the campsite carefully. Reese rolled slowly, careful not to wake Killian, as she drew a loose dress and bulky sweater over her naked body, before quietly exiting the tent.
Moving towards the campfire she smiled at Phil. "Good morning," she murmured quietly, not wishing to make noise that would wake the others. Orwell was also still sleeping. "Any sign of John this morning?" she asked. When Reese and Killian had returned to the campsite, Phil and Orwell had been back but both John and Wren were gone. John hadn't been in his tent when they'd checked it, and Killian had been delighted.
"It doesn't mean that they're together, you know," Reese had said, but Killian had been positive that John and Wren had snuck off somewhere to shag.
Phil shook his head but added, "I heard him go into his tent last night around 3 a.m." Reese smiled at him fondly. Knowing Phil, he had likely been waiting up for their uncle, slightly worried that something may have happened to him. Phil and Killian were often getting into trouble, but Phil was mostly dragged along by Killian out of desire to protect Killian from disaster. Phil was always taking care of everyone, worrying and making sure they were all okay.
"Cool," Reese said as she settled on a log, pulling her sweater around her against the dewy morning. She could hear a band starting up at the main stage but knew it was unlikely any of their group would find their way to the stage for hours. Orwell could sleep until supper if permitted, and when Killian woke he tended to be peevish, not quite the morning person one would expect in someone normally so upbeat and chipper.
Reese and Phil sat in silence staring into the fire when suddenly their reverie was broken by a low growl followed by a giggle. Reese's head whipped towards the noise, determining that it was in fact coming from John's tent. The giggle had definitely been made by a female. Never in her life could she imagine John, or any Durinson for that matter, giggling. Her jaw dropped as she quickly turned back to look at Phil, whose features mirrored her own surprised delight. Reese settled more comfortably onto the log, grinning at Phil as they relaxed back into silence.
After several minutes, the silence was broken again by another moan, this one slightly louder than the first, followed by a quiet hushing noise. Reese clapped her hand over her mouth this time as her eyes caught Phil's again, barely able to stifle a laugh. Phil looked torn between wanting to laugh himself and pain at bearing active witness to his uncles' sexual exploits. Even in the age of free love, everyone had their limits.
Reese barely suppressed a snort as another low moan, definitely John's, came from the tent, and Phil dropped his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Looking up at her over his hands, he shook his head in dismay.
Reese jerked her head towards the entrance to the site questioningly and mimed walking with her hands. Killian and Orwell were both heavy sleepers and would not be woken by the lovers' soft sounds, but Reese was more interested in a calm relaxed walk than trying to ignore the sexual show going on only ten feet away. Phil nodded gratefully, and they both rose to their feet, ready to vacate the area and allow the lovers some privacy.
It seemed that Reese was more concerned about John and Wren's privacy than they were, though, as the noises from the tent reached a fevered pitch and a female voice cried out. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
Reese froze, her eyes as large as saucers as she looked at Phil who stood rigid in the spot, horror plastered across his features .
"Wren, you are too loud..." John's low voice growled, only to be interrupted by Wren's commanding tone.
"Put your mouth back when you had it!"
Reese and Phil turned quickly, moving away from the campsite as quickly as possible, unsuccessfully as they heard Wren cry out shamelessly as she presumably achieved her climax via John's ministrations. This event was closely followed by the sound of a tent unzipping. Reese looked over to see Killian standing in the entrance to their tent, stark naked, holding her straw cowboy hat in front of his crotch, hair wildly disheveled, red lines down the side of his face where the blankets had been bunched under his cheek while he slept, with a look of fury on his face. "Who is being so fucking loud?" he shouted crossly. "It's barely dawn, and I'm trying to god damn fucking sleep."
"Watch your tongue, Killian!" John's booming voice came from the tent, and Reese bit her lip so that Kili wouldn't see her laugh. John was always a guardian, even with his face apparently between a girl's legs.
"And you put yours back to use," Wren's voice was both assertive and seductive.
This was too much for Phil who was now crouched on the ground, holding his head in his hands as he groaned. Reese stood shaking her head as she took in all of Killian's furious naked glory, particularly enjoying the full view of his backside as he turned back into the tent, crushing her hat as he flopped forward on his stomach to presumably go back to sleep, not even bothering to close the door of the tent again. She noticed not a sound came from John's tent now and one would never had guessed at the lascivious noises that had been issued by its occupants only moments before.
Orwell crawled out of the tent he was sharing with Phil and groggily made his way over to the fire, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, what's going on?" he muttered sleepily, clearly not expecting an answer as he sat down, yawning widely.
Reese and Phil looked at each other and shrugged. Abandoning their walk, Reese busied herself with making coffee while Phil asked Orwell if he wanted breakfast. Kili's loud snores told them he had returned to sleep and permeated their discussion as Phil and Orwell began to laugh about some of the antics they'd seen other festival goers up to during their walk to the car.
Reese moved to her tent and reached into the open door to pull out her guitar, murmuring, "Hey Baby," to Killian as she jostled him gently, disrupting his snores. He groaned in protest as she said, "There's coffee."
Reese returned to the fire and began to strum her guitar quietly, laughing along with Phil and Orwell's stories as the smell of toast and potatoes began to permeate the campfire. Killian finally came to join them, his pants barely hanging from his naked hips as he stumbled to the fire, holding a t-shirt in his hand. He sat beside Reese with a groan who set aside her guitar briefly and reached to pour him a cup of coffee, pushing it into his hands. He grunted in thanks and she saw the hint of a reluctant smile quirk his lips.
Suddenly they quieted as they heard loud laughter coming from John's tent, followed by Wren's voice. "Stop tickling me, you brute!"
Reese heard John guffaw and raised her eyebrows at Killian, wondering if she'd ever heard John sound so relaxed before. The sound of the zipper on John's tent followed, and he literally fell out of the tent to the ground, laughing. Reese grinned at the scene, not missing the flash of a pink bead in his hair attached to the end of a long braid by his ear.
Wren coolly stepped over John, her posture dignified and proud. Reese had to bite her lip again to keep from laughing as Wren regally surveyed the group before her, Phil staring at her and Kili glowering again, while Orwell looked around in confusion.
And then Reese couldn't help but applaud laughingly as Wren suddenly swept into a low bow before her audience, her unruly curls bouncing and burning in the morning sun.