Eh? how did this not post last night. 'king stupid computers (and their users) Have some Pornflakes (for those still eating) (and fingers crossed for Elk)
Previously on post 20-squillion... there was a dance.... Wenches demanded more action...
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Kate yawned again. She had, to all intents and purposes been asleep by the time they left the dance. Had been sitting on the bench with her legs curled under her, leaning against him. Was aware of the vibration of his voice as he talked to Porthos and Norah, rather than the actual words. A nudge in the ribs had woken her, and the fresh air outside kept her awake as they walked back in companionable silence - his arm slung casually over her shoulder.
Back in her room, she lit some candles, pulled off her shoes and dropped her shawl on the chair, turning to watch him unbuttoning his jacket. A smile drifted across her face and she wandered back across the room.
He looked at her as she aproached. "Was that fun then?"
"Oh yes..."
"I shall make a note of it - 'Ways to keep Kate happy: get the stable lads to fling her around a dance floor for a few hours...'"
She grinned "I'd rather dance with you - the extra benefits are rather spectacular..."
He smirked. "I trust that will keep the gossips at bay for a while?"
"Oh, they'll find another angle to work on.... Though we might need to repeat the exercise a few times to make sure they get the message."
She stepped closer and ran her hands up his chest, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, then dragged a fingernail down his chest to grab a handful of his shirt and jerk it loose. His eyes were fixed on hers, and amused smile playing across his face; her stomach lurched in anticipation as he twisted his fingers through her hair, murmuring "Where were we then...?"
He stopped with his lips just short of hers, grinning wolfishly as her breath caught. Then his kiss seared through her as he pulled her close against him, tongue and lips alternately crushing and teasing hers as she pulled his head down to her - one hand in his hair, the other beneath his shirt, pressed against his chest.
She twisted slightly and nipped his neck, trailed her tongue and lips down along his collarbone and smiled at his groan of desire, felt his hands running down her body, lifting her skirts and delving between her legs. She shuddered and gasped his name as his fingers teased and stimulated; her back arched reflexively under his touch, exposing her neck to his lips.
He ran his tongue down her neck, lips brushing her skin, walking her backwards across the room and down onto her bed; pushed her skirts up again, ran his hands up her legs and kissed her inner thigh, tracing circles with his tongue. He could feel one of her hands gripping onto his shoulder as he moved further up, beard brushing against the skin he'd just kissed, further up - he felt her shudder in anticipation, a whimper escaping from her as her slowly swept his tongue across her, then began to lick and suck as her hips bucked under him, her breath coming in short, broken gasps. He glanced up but could see nothing beyond her skirt, bunched up around her waist. Didn't need to see because he could hear the effect he had on her, could feel it, taste it. His erection was straining painfully against his clothes now and he was in danger of losing control of himself.
She gasped his name, whimpering, begging him not to stop, then her nails suddenly scored across his shoulder, biting through the linen as waves of intense pleasure pulsed through her. He broke off, kissed her thigh again and raised himself onto the bed beside her, holding her close, stroking her hair as the tremors running through her subsided.
Reaching down, he pulled at the buttons and laces that were constricting him and she lifted her head and blinked, barely awake. He looked down at her and swore inwardly as her eyes drifted shut - this was not the end to the night that he'd had in mind. Then, to his relief she reached up to him, pulling his mouth down to hers while she dragged her skirts out of the way again and he rolled on top of her. She smiled at his sigh of pleasure as he entered her and instinctively began to move with him, legs wrapped round to pull him deeper. He dropped his head to kiss her and she pushed his shirt out of the way to run her fingertips along his back until he collapsed against her, spent.
She closed her eyes and slept, nestled against him.