Swagger Inn (The Snug - extended)

[SisterHelenoftheEternalCatchUp]

For them that wants it, since the old snug is nearing the end of its life.
Come in, sit by the fire and relax with a Fuzzy Tom (or whatever drink grabs your fancy) and indluge in some drivel about which Musketeer is the FAFest.

If you're lucky, a literary wench might tell you a story.

(PS - No doilies allowed)

This thread is not be replacing The Tavern.
It's not a thread number
It's rumbling-in-the-background for anything that people don't want to put in the Tavern.

[SisterHelenoftheEternalCatchUp]

Don't know who this lot are, but this is sort of what it looks like in my head

[SisterHelenoftheEternalCatchUp]

But it's got more of these in it

[FancyFancy]

Very nice helen (especially with the added HBFs), thank you. I think we could do with a nice rug in front of that fire, er shag pile possibly?

[Baddz]

Nice
Very nice

[ChaiseLounger]

Thanks Helen

[FolknNorah]

[FancyFancy]

Were you waiting for me norah?

[FolknNorah]

of course, who else?

[MiladyBeaWinter]

[Flopsy28]

[FolknNorah]

Oomph 'ello there gorgeous. And you too Porthos! Arf.

[Flopsy28]

FFS...got to sort the DC out. You get yourself started comfy....

[FolknNorah]

I'm just getting more alcohol. Yes. This could be a silly thing but hey. Shit is shit.

Flora the new maid at the palace is about to go to bed when her best friend Norah comes to see how the first day went. As she helps he brush her hair (no) some one comes bursting through the door...

[Flopsy28]

FFS...just lost a post..hang on...

[SparklesRedHotChileLeather]

I am LOVING all the Araporn right now. It's been a long time coming but oooooooofffft it's great now it's here. I ran past a really fragrant rose bush today. I hope nobody saw me grinning like a loon

[FolknNorah]

Aww, well I'll be posting some 2or 3/ 10 stuff tomorrow. Might get up to 5/10 in a bit though. I'm sorry moi sausage. I just don't have what it takes to do a 10

[SparklesRedHotChileLeather]

I'll take whatever's on offer lovely

[FancyFancy]

Mm, just been reading the nonny , lovely

[FancyFancy]

norah like sparks, I am very happy to read all the Araporn offerings, keep 'em coming (ylt)

[LetUsPrey]

I've just been catching up.

If there was a dreamy face emoticon, I'd be posting it right now

[SisterHelenoftheEternalCatchUp]

Yep. I def. want a rose garden.

Norah - please tell me you're saying you're going to post episode 3 of 10. If you're rating your efforts at 3/10 then I (and every other wench) am/are going to come round and slap you

Off to RTFT in the Tavern now....

[SparklesRedHotChileLeather]

It's not an effort score, it's a porn score. Elk's doing me a 10 [slight apprehension emoticon]

[FolknNorah]

That's very kind of you but unfortunately everyone is (naturally) holding out for a 10 not a 3 at best 5.I get we all have our strengths etc and fair fucking play the TavLit writers are absolutely amazing. But it's a bit gutting when I can't help being not quite good enoughAt this as well.
And don't give me all the story bollocks. We all know we want the smutreally.
Oh well. Will post in the morning if I get the chance, read or don't but I've fucking wrote it so I'm fucking posting it. 'K?
Ilya. Every fucking one of yous, I mean that really and truly. Specially elky and nonny cos I want to read more of their TavLit.

[LiviaDrusillaAugusta]

Hello new Snug! Hope to be able to post some of my stuff very soon! There won't be any hot man on man action though I'm afraid - I'm trying something new

[SpanielFingers]

“I saw you leave her room. What do think you’re playing at?” Porthos was angry, he’d drunk too much and felt dreadful now.
“Nothing happened.” Aramis protested but Porthos knew his friend too well and gave him a look.
“Why? Did someone knock over a table last night and disturb you?” He asked
“That was you? How drunk were you?” Aramis was surprised, Porthos hadn’t seemed that bad when he’d left him.
Porthos shot him a look then trotted off to catch up with Athos who was further ahead. Aramis smiled at his friends back; as always, Porthos had known to get him out of trouble. He thought back to the kiss last night and felt himself harden at the memory of her pressed against him, kissing him back every bit as hard and passionately as he had her.
Porthos wasn’t really angry with Aramis, he knew his friend well enough to know he had taken to Jeanne and had been surprised it had taken him until now to make a move. But still, it wasn’t a good idea.

They reached Calais in good time and having booked their passage across the channel to Dover on a merchant’s ship were waiting outside the Tour du Guet where he was spending the night with the merchant whose ship they would use.
It was dusk and the light at the top of the tower had been lit, warning ships of the harbour and of other vessels waiting to be docked.
Apparently they had been lucky with the tides, instead of waiting up to a week they wold hopefully be able to leave in the morning. With any luck, this time tomorrow they would be in Dover. D’Artagnan, who had never been on a ship before, was excited and, though he hid it, so was Porthos. He loved being on a ship almost as much as being on a horse.
Athos was as always impassive, taking the port’s noise and smells in his stride, but Aramis was not a natural sailor and was nervous. Having visited the church of Notre Dame just off the Place d’Armes at least once that day, Aramis had kept to his word about praying for Norah. Porthos smiled. He’d sent prayers of his own, although usually from horseback. He frowned a little thinking he too should perhaps go to the church of the Virgin Mary.
Athos approached him, nodding with a brief smile and dismissed him. Porthos headed for the church.
When he got there, he knelt before the statue of Mary and began to pray, slightly embarrassed that it didn’t come as naturally to him as it did Aramis. Finished, he crossed himself and put a coin in the bowl by the entrance before heading back to the inn where everyone was staying.
He quickly ate, then after a quick wash at the well outside went upstairs where lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandered restlessly to Norah as usual whilst he waited for sleep. This time, despite his best efforts he found himself thinking about her writhing under him.
Porthos reached for his bag, he unwrapped the shirt and held it to his face, still able to smell her on it. Sighing he carefully rolled it back up and replaced it, feeling as sad and guilty as he usually did, but tonight also unable to shake other memories. His cock was throbbing now, he hadn’t meant to get so carried away thinking about her, knowing it would make him both sad and frustrated. Yet against his will, his mind went back to the last time they had been together….

He had been watching as she struggled even to eat, a lump forming in his heart, knowing deep down that if something happened, he would never forgive himself or Treville. Yet again he questioned himself.
“You have to go.” Norah had smiled, leaning over him to reach the bread and honey. “You know they can’t do without you” She teased him with her tone and with her eyes, “Besides, I could do with the rest. I’m finding it hard to concentrate for long and standing at my table is impossible.” She grinned, licking the honey from her fingers. “Plus all I can think about is fucking you”
He had laughed, watching her tease him - inviting him to play their old game and smiled, reaching over to take her fingers into his own mouth sucking hard and using his tongue to help to get the sticky honey off. He looked up at her, grinning wickedly and heard her breath hitch a little. Gently he had pulled her onto his lap, reached up and ran his hand through her hair, pulling it free. Cupping her face he had brushed a thumb over her mouth, not breaking eye contact until she had nipped his thumb playfully.
“Hey!” he’d exclaimed laughing. Norah had merely grinned and raised her eyebrows looking innocently down at him.
“Hmmmmmm” he growled, nuzzling her neck at the point it reached her shoulder, watching as her cheeks flushed. He groaned into her skin. “We should stop”
Norah lifted his face and bent to kiss him, teasing his mouth with hers, sucking his lower lip. She felt him harden beneath her and deepened the kiss. Somehow Porthos’ hand found itself making its way up her leg as he kissed her back, his lips and tongue less gentle than they had been.
Short of breath, Norah finally pulled away and smiled at the disappointed sound he had unconsciously made. She had stood up, pulling him with her towards the stairs and up to their bedroom, pausing to turn and kiss him every now and then as she had led him.
Pushing him onto the bed, she had stood, watching his face as she undid her bodice, feeling desire run through her body as his eyes grew darker and his skin warmer. Finally naked she went to him, standing between his thighs and leant down to kiss him again.
His hands had travelled up her legs, over her thighs and round her buttocks, pulling her in to him more closely. Still kissing him, Norah had pushed him down and moved next to him, her hands on his body eliciting groans and gasps of pleasure as she undressed him.
Light headed with desire, Porthos had cupped one of her breasts, heavier now than they used to be and teased the nipple with his fingers, then bent down to lick and suck it, swapping to the other just as Norah arched her body into him. His hand skimmed over her waist and he pulled her to him by the hip, causing her stomach to bump against his and he pulled back
“We really should stop” he had sighed into her neck, between kisses
“Why?” Norah had grumbled, nibbling his earlobe “we might not get another chance”
The baby kicked, causing Norah’s stomach to bulge out slightly where its foot now rested. They chuckled at it, Porthos placed his hand over it, feeling the movement under Norah’s skin. The foot disappeared again and Porthos went to move his hand.
“No.” Norah had grabbed his hand and guided it downwards. “If we can’t fuck we can at least do this.” They both gasped a little when his fingers reached their goal. Norah felt Porthos’ cock stiffen some more against her thigh and took hold of it in her hand.
Slowly she had moved her hand up and down, using her thumb to tease the tip of his cock whilst he circled with his thumb and teased her with his fingers. Breathlessly they kissed again, tongues rough with passion and before long his heart hammered against his chest as he came in her hands.
Leaning over her, he had kissed and teased her, his thumb and fingers moving against her and inside her until finally with a great shudder she too came, digging her nails into his shoulders, sucking and biting his lower lip.
He had held her in his arms, pressing himself along her back. Had reached round to her stomach and felt the baby wriggle a little as it settled. Smiling at the movement, he had kissed her and whispered endearments to them both as she fell asleep. Pulling the blankets over them, he’d snuggled into her, face once again buried in her neck so he could breathe in her scent
*
Checking he was alone, he reached down under the blankets and began stroking himself, thinking again about her, remembering in minute detail how she looked when he made her squirm with pleasure, a whimper escaping her mouth, more often than not right by his ear. His hand moved hard and fast and he came quickly and messily, then after a brief pause, he cleaned himself up before pulling the blankets around him and sleeping.