The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Prompt: Worry
Pen name: SubtlePen
Pairing: Jake
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WORRY
"C'mon, we have time."
Lips, tongues, hands.
"Your dad could come home any minute!"
Fumbling. Invading. Enveloping.
"We'll hear him. Come on, you know you want to..."
Hard places, soft places… Warm, wet places.
"Fucking hell, woman…"
Clothes discarded, bed springs creaking, backs arching.
"Please…"
Poised, hovering, quivering.
"Yeah… god, ohhh"
Thrust. Grunt, sigh, moan. Pant.
"Right there…"
Pulling, pushing, rubbing.
"Oh, shit, hurry, baby… I'm already…"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"I know… go, baby… feels so good…"
Lips, tongues, foreheads, laughter.
"I'm… oh god, yeah!"
Brows creased, eyes closed. Ecstasy.
Front door? Footsteps!
"Leah? I'm home! Is Jake still here?"
A/N: heh.
