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Heat Wave
Author: Kat
Title: Heat Wave
Story: In The Heart.
Colors: Fire opal 13 (it consumed...), lust 12 (talking dirty).
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, brush (loath), oils (deadly temptation), modeling clay (like).
Word Count: 2211.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Gail and Nathan on a hot day.
Warnings: Nope, none.
Notes: All I know about sex I learned from romance novels and porny fanfic, soooo be gentle if there's fail. For the sexisnottheenemy ficathon, my second prompt (vaguely NSFW).
It was way too goddamned hot for October.
Hell, it was way too goddamned hot for August, but it was the first week of October and they should be getting cool winds, changing leaves, some days of nothing but rain. They should not be dealing with the sun glaring down from a brassy blue sky, asphalt and silver-mirrored buildings reflecting heat at pedestrians and drivers alike until the entire city radiated heat.
Days like this Nathan wished he'd never left Connecticut.
He trudged home in the three o'clock afternoon swelter, suit jacket over his shoulder, briefcase in his hand. Thank God he could to some extent set his own hours; he could avoid jamming onto the rush hour subway with a thousand other people all as hot and sweaty as he was. Not an appealing thought. Faced with that he might even relax his strict no-cabs-before-ten policy.
But the office had been dead, so he'd skipped out early, and now he was going to go home, take off his clothes, turn the air conditioning on high and lie in a dark room for a while. It sounded good.
It sounded so good that he wasn't the only one with the same idea, as he discovered when he finally got home.
The house was darkened, every window curtained, every light off. A brief search located his wife on her back in the middle of their bed, arms and legs spread, eyes closed. Gail had stripped all the covers and left them in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed, and now she lay on the bottom sheet in a bikini bottom, thin white shirt, and a bra.
Nathan wasn't sure why she'd bothered with the bra, but he wasn't about to ask.
"There room for me?" he asked, dropping his suit jacket and briefcase atop the heap of blankets.
"Mm," Gail said, not entirely clearly, but she rolled over onto her side of the bed and spread herself out again. "The sheet feels nice."
Nathan shucked off his pants, looked down at the long row of buttons on his shirt, decided it was too much trouble, and dropped facedown on the bed beside his wife. The sheet pressed cool and soft against his cheek-- it did feel nice.
He luxuriated in the chill for a while before remembering that he did have some responsibilities. "Kids still at school?"
"Mmph." Gail turned to face him, lying on her side. "No. Teacher workday. But they're not here; Aaron took Ivy to the pool. They'll be gone until dinnertime."
"Good," he said, fervently, and closed his eyes again. As much as he loved his kids, he did not have the energy to deal with them right now. "You leave work early, too?"
"Yeah," she said. "Almost everyone was gone anyway. Didn't see any reason to stay."
Anyone with any sense had probably taken all their vacation days and gone to Maine or something. "Sounds like my office," he said, or really, mumbled into the sheet. "Air conditioning feels nice too."
"It won't go higher than this," Gail said, and stirred fretfully, rustling the sheet. "Too hot to sleep."
He reached out for her, encountered her belly first and sparked a startled giggle from her. "Shh," he said, pressing lightly. "Too hot to move."
"For you, maybe," she muttered, and shifted again under his hand.
"What's it for you?" he asked, amused all of a sudden, though he could not have said why.
Gail was silent for a moment, then she said, "Too hot not to move."
Nathan opened his eyes and met hers directly. She lay on her side, her shirt riding up, the bikini bottom tied high on one hip with tempting looseness; her pupils were so wide her eyes looked almost black in the darkened room, only the barest rim of green showing.
His body stirred completely against his will.
"Gail," he said, half-pleading. "It's so hot. I don't want to move."
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, looking worryingly thoughtful. "Maybe you don't have to," she said.
"Gail," he said, again, but she sat up, her shirt falling off her shoulders as she did. She shrugged it off with an irritated motion, and it vanished over the side of the bed.
"Do you know what I was thinking before you got here?" she asked, scooting closer to him, one hip cocked and a bare foot running up his leg. "I was thinking how nice it would be to blow you."
Nathan was fairly sure that he choked on his own tongue about then.
Gail laughed, the smoky, sexy laugh she reserved for the bedroom, and drew a finger down the line of his spine. "The best part is that you wouldn't have to move. Well, except to roll over."
After what she'd just said, that was starting to feel like a pretty good idea anyway. Actually, it was all sounding like a pretty good idea. "And you promise I won't have to move?"
She smiled, triumphant, and damn if it wasn't one of the sexier expressions he'd seen on her recently. "You won't have to move," she promised, and ran a hand along his ribs. "Now roll over."
A direct contradiction, but he wasn't complaining. He rolled over, and wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her hip gently. "All right, do with me as you will."
She laughed that laugh again, then bent and kissed him, gently at first, the kind of kiss she sometimes gave him when she was half asleep. Usually he'd cradle her head, wind her hair through his fingers, but it was too hot, and she said he didn't have to move.
Gail pulled back a little and laughed at him. "You're dedicated to this not-moving thing."
"It's hot," he said, plaintively. "Come back and kiss me some more."
"Hmm," she said, and cocked her head. "Let me do something about that heat first." She undid the buttons of his shirt and smoothed the sides away, her hands oddly cool on his chest. "That's better," she murmured, running her nails very lightly over the skin of his chest.
Actually what she was doing was generating more heat than the thin linen shirt had, but he wasn't going to complain, not when she'd turned her attention to his nipples, teasing and toying with them. His breathing sped up; his heart rate had already jumped several notches.
"You're too good at that," he said, and slid a hand up her back.
He wasn't sure where he was going with it, but Gail caught his hand and put it gently but firmly back on the bed. "Ah-ah," she said. "You said you didn't want to move."
"Maybe I changed my mind?"
That got him nothing but a low laugh. She bent to kiss him again, much more deeply, her mouth hot on his, her hair brushing his forehead and cheeks. She tasted so good, felt so good, that he almost didn't feel her fingers on his nipple, light and teasing.
Almost, being the key word there.
"Mm," she said, lifting her head. "You taste wonderful."
"I could say the same," Nathan said, and fought back the urge to caress her, since she'd already made it clear he wasn't supposed to move. "Kiss me again?"
"All right," she said, and ran a finger down his sternum. "Where? Here?" She brushed a kiss to the hollow of his neck.
He swallowed. "Fine by me."
"Hmm," Gail said. "Here?" This time she kissed one nipple, then the other.
"Also okay!" This time he nearly squeaked it.
She giggled, and circled one nipple with a fingertip, absently. "I take it you like that. But that's not where I want to kiss you. How about here?" Lower down on his abdomen now; her tongue flicked into his navel unexpectedly, and made him laugh.
"I like that too," he said, when he got his breath back.
"Good," Gail said, then reached down to tug at his boxers. "But I want to kiss you here."
He stopped thinking right about then.
The things Gail could do with her lips and teeth and tongue did not bear thinking about anywhere he couldn't jump her. Fortunately right now he didn't have to think about them, only experience, and let his eyes roll back in his head.
Some indeterminable amount of time later, his body tight and hovering on the edge, he reached down and caught blindly at Gail's shoulder. "Stop. Now."
She took her time taking his penis out of her mouth, laving him all the way with the flat of her tongue, then pouted at him. "Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to come all over your face," he told her, as patiently as he could manage considering. "And that won't get you pregnant."
"Mm," Gail said, considering. "Oh, all right." She planted a tiny kiss on his penis, then sighed happily and gave him a sultry look. "Do you know how wet this makes me, doing this for you?"
He got harder, if possible. "Do I get to find out?"
"Oh, I think so." She rose, worked the bikini bottom off and threw it somewhere, straddled him. "Are you comfortable?"
Since she didn't seem inclined to lower herself until he answered, he gave the question serious but quick thought. "Honestly," he said, "no, comfortable is the opposite of what I am. But that's a good thing."
Gail gave him an impish smile, and reached down, guided him into her-- and damn if she wasn't wetter than Niagara Falls-- and sank down about an inch.
And stopped.
"Gail," he said, after about a moment. "What..."
Her impish smile turned positively devilish. "You didn't want to move," she replied, sweetly. "That means it's my call." Her hips flirted back and forth, teasing the tip of his penis until he just wanted to grab her hips and pull her down, fuck her until she screamed for him.
"Gail," he said, evenly. "If you don't stop teasing me I will not be responsible for my actions."
She arched one eyebrow, paused just barely above him. "I thought it was too hot to move."
"Too hot not to," he said, grabbed her waist, and flipped her beneath him.
She let out a surprised and delighted shriek, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "Going to spank me?" she asked, breathing the question into his face.
Nathan arched an eyebrow at her-- seven years of sex and he hadn't seen this kinky side before. Still... it wasn't a bad thought. "Maybe later."
She made a sound damn near like a purr and ran her hands down his back. "Even though I've been bad?"
Turnabout was fair play. Nathan caught her wrists and pressed them firmly against the pillow. "Stop that," he said, "or I'll tie you down."
He meant it as a joke, but she inhaled sharply, her pupils widening. "Next time," she promised, her voice gone dark and husky, and it was all he could to keep control.
"Yeah?" She'd left her wrists where he put them, so he reached down and slid two fingers into her, pressed one thumb against her clit. "What do you want this time, then?"
She stirred, and let out a faint noise that could have been a whimper. "That," she said. "Just do that."
"I can do that," he said, crooked his fingers, circled his thumb. Gail nearly arched off the bed at that, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Like that?"
Her eyes were closed, her breasts heaving, and after a moment she managed, "Yes. Like that."
He bent down, licked at her breast through her bra, then bit it gently. "I can keep doing this," he said. "I like doing this, you know? I like the faces you make. "She whimpered full-out at that, and he smiled. "The noises, too."
She laughed at that, breathlessly, and said, "Tease."
Nathan reared back and mock-glared at her-- because really, how could he be angry at her, flushed and panting beneath him? "You're calling me a tease?"
"You didn't want to move," she said, and smiled, smug and sexy and tempting all at once. "I was just getting payback."
He growled under his breath, and lunged forward.
--
Afterwards, hot and sticky, side by side on the rumpled sheets, Nathan reached over and traced a hand-shaped bruise on Gail's hip. "Sorry about this," he said.
She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand. "Don't be. I all but asked for it. In fact..." She smiled, open and sweet this time. "The only reason I didn't was because you seemed to get the message on your own."
He laughed, leaned up and kissed her, gently. "Well, I'm glad you're happy, then. You think it worked?"
She shrugged one shoulder, then snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "We'll know in a month or so. But it was good timing."
He tucked his arm around her waist, rested his hand in the small of his back. "Well, I'm not going to stop having sex with you whether you're pregnant or not."
Gail laughed, her breath puffing against his shoulder. "I should hope not."
Title: Heat Wave
Story: In The Heart.
Colors: Fire opal 13 (it consumed...), lust 12 (talking dirty).
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, brush (loath), oils (deadly temptation), modeling clay (like).
Word Count: 2211.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Gail and Nathan on a hot day.
Warnings: Nope, none.
Notes: All I know about sex I learned from romance novels and porny fanfic, soooo be gentle if there's fail. For the sexisnottheenemy ficathon, my second prompt (vaguely NSFW).
It was way too goddamned hot for October.
Hell, it was way too goddamned hot for August, but it was the first week of October and they should be getting cool winds, changing leaves, some days of nothing but rain. They should not be dealing with the sun glaring down from a brassy blue sky, asphalt and silver-mirrored buildings reflecting heat at pedestrians and drivers alike until the entire city radiated heat.
Days like this Nathan wished he'd never left Connecticut.
He trudged home in the three o'clock afternoon swelter, suit jacket over his shoulder, briefcase in his hand. Thank God he could to some extent set his own hours; he could avoid jamming onto the rush hour subway with a thousand other people all as hot and sweaty as he was. Not an appealing thought. Faced with that he might even relax his strict no-cabs-before-ten policy.
But the office had been dead, so he'd skipped out early, and now he was going to go home, take off his clothes, turn the air conditioning on high and lie in a dark room for a while. It sounded good.
It sounded so good that he wasn't the only one with the same idea, as he discovered when he finally got home.
The house was darkened, every window curtained, every light off. A brief search located his wife on her back in the middle of their bed, arms and legs spread, eyes closed. Gail had stripped all the covers and left them in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed, and now she lay on the bottom sheet in a bikini bottom, thin white shirt, and a bra.
Nathan wasn't sure why she'd bothered with the bra, but he wasn't about to ask.
"There room for me?" he asked, dropping his suit jacket and briefcase atop the heap of blankets.
"Mm," Gail said, not entirely clearly, but she rolled over onto her side of the bed and spread herself out again. "The sheet feels nice."
Nathan shucked off his pants, looked down at the long row of buttons on his shirt, decided it was too much trouble, and dropped facedown on the bed beside his wife. The sheet pressed cool and soft against his cheek-- it did feel nice.
He luxuriated in the chill for a while before remembering that he did have some responsibilities. "Kids still at school?"
"Mmph." Gail turned to face him, lying on her side. "No. Teacher workday. But they're not here; Aaron took Ivy to the pool. They'll be gone until dinnertime."
"Good," he said, fervently, and closed his eyes again. As much as he loved his kids, he did not have the energy to deal with them right now. "You leave work early, too?"
"Yeah," she said. "Almost everyone was gone anyway. Didn't see any reason to stay."
Anyone with any sense had probably taken all their vacation days and gone to Maine or something. "Sounds like my office," he said, or really, mumbled into the sheet. "Air conditioning feels nice too."
"It won't go higher than this," Gail said, and stirred fretfully, rustling the sheet. "Too hot to sleep."
He reached out for her, encountered her belly first and sparked a startled giggle from her. "Shh," he said, pressing lightly. "Too hot to move."
"For you, maybe," she muttered, and shifted again under his hand.
"What's it for you?" he asked, amused all of a sudden, though he could not have said why.
Gail was silent for a moment, then she said, "Too hot not to move."
Nathan opened his eyes and met hers directly. She lay on her side, her shirt riding up, the bikini bottom tied high on one hip with tempting looseness; her pupils were so wide her eyes looked almost black in the darkened room, only the barest rim of green showing.
His body stirred completely against his will.
"Gail," he said, half-pleading. "It's so hot. I don't want to move."
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, looking worryingly thoughtful. "Maybe you don't have to," she said.
"Gail," he said, again, but she sat up, her shirt falling off her shoulders as she did. She shrugged it off with an irritated motion, and it vanished over the side of the bed.
"Do you know what I was thinking before you got here?" she asked, scooting closer to him, one hip cocked and a bare foot running up his leg. "I was thinking how nice it would be to blow you."
Nathan was fairly sure that he choked on his own tongue about then.
Gail laughed, the smoky, sexy laugh she reserved for the bedroom, and drew a finger down the line of his spine. "The best part is that you wouldn't have to move. Well, except to roll over."
After what she'd just said, that was starting to feel like a pretty good idea anyway. Actually, it was all sounding like a pretty good idea. "And you promise I won't have to move?"
She smiled, triumphant, and damn if it wasn't one of the sexier expressions he'd seen on her recently. "You won't have to move," she promised, and ran a hand along his ribs. "Now roll over."
A direct contradiction, but he wasn't complaining. He rolled over, and wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her hip gently. "All right, do with me as you will."
She laughed that laugh again, then bent and kissed him, gently at first, the kind of kiss she sometimes gave him when she was half asleep. Usually he'd cradle her head, wind her hair through his fingers, but it was too hot, and she said he didn't have to move.
Gail pulled back a little and laughed at him. "You're dedicated to this not-moving thing."
"It's hot," he said, plaintively. "Come back and kiss me some more."
"Hmm," she said, and cocked her head. "Let me do something about that heat first." She undid the buttons of his shirt and smoothed the sides away, her hands oddly cool on his chest. "That's better," she murmured, running her nails very lightly over the skin of his chest.
Actually what she was doing was generating more heat than the thin linen shirt had, but he wasn't going to complain, not when she'd turned her attention to his nipples, teasing and toying with them. His breathing sped up; his heart rate had already jumped several notches.
"You're too good at that," he said, and slid a hand up her back.
He wasn't sure where he was going with it, but Gail caught his hand and put it gently but firmly back on the bed. "Ah-ah," she said. "You said you didn't want to move."
"Maybe I changed my mind?"
That got him nothing but a low laugh. She bent to kiss him again, much more deeply, her mouth hot on his, her hair brushing his forehead and cheeks. She tasted so good, felt so good, that he almost didn't feel her fingers on his nipple, light and teasing.
Almost, being the key word there.
"Mm," she said, lifting her head. "You taste wonderful."
"I could say the same," Nathan said, and fought back the urge to caress her, since she'd already made it clear he wasn't supposed to move. "Kiss me again?"
"All right," she said, and ran a finger down his sternum. "Where? Here?" She brushed a kiss to the hollow of his neck.
He swallowed. "Fine by me."
"Hmm," Gail said. "Here?" This time she kissed one nipple, then the other.
"Also okay!" This time he nearly squeaked it.
She giggled, and circled one nipple with a fingertip, absently. "I take it you like that. But that's not where I want to kiss you. How about here?" Lower down on his abdomen now; her tongue flicked into his navel unexpectedly, and made him laugh.
"I like that too," he said, when he got his breath back.
"Good," Gail said, then reached down to tug at his boxers. "But I want to kiss you here."
He stopped thinking right about then.
The things Gail could do with her lips and teeth and tongue did not bear thinking about anywhere he couldn't jump her. Fortunately right now he didn't have to think about them, only experience, and let his eyes roll back in his head.
Some indeterminable amount of time later, his body tight and hovering on the edge, he reached down and caught blindly at Gail's shoulder. "Stop. Now."
She took her time taking his penis out of her mouth, laving him all the way with the flat of her tongue, then pouted at him. "Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to come all over your face," he told her, as patiently as he could manage considering. "And that won't get you pregnant."
"Mm," Gail said, considering. "Oh, all right." She planted a tiny kiss on his penis, then sighed happily and gave him a sultry look. "Do you know how wet this makes me, doing this for you?"
He got harder, if possible. "Do I get to find out?"
"Oh, I think so." She rose, worked the bikini bottom off and threw it somewhere, straddled him. "Are you comfortable?"
Since she didn't seem inclined to lower herself until he answered, he gave the question serious but quick thought. "Honestly," he said, "no, comfortable is the opposite of what I am. But that's a good thing."
Gail gave him an impish smile, and reached down, guided him into her-- and damn if she wasn't wetter than Niagara Falls-- and sank down about an inch.
And stopped.
"Gail," he said, after about a moment. "What..."
Her impish smile turned positively devilish. "You didn't want to move," she replied, sweetly. "That means it's my call." Her hips flirted back and forth, teasing the tip of his penis until he just wanted to grab her hips and pull her down, fuck her until she screamed for him.
"Gail," he said, evenly. "If you don't stop teasing me I will not be responsible for my actions."
She arched one eyebrow, paused just barely above him. "I thought it was too hot to move."
"Too hot not to," he said, grabbed her waist, and flipped her beneath him.
She let out a surprised and delighted shriek, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "Going to spank me?" she asked, breathing the question into his face.
Nathan arched an eyebrow at her-- seven years of sex and he hadn't seen this kinky side before. Still... it wasn't a bad thought. "Maybe later."
She made a sound damn near like a purr and ran her hands down his back. "Even though I've been bad?"
Turnabout was fair play. Nathan caught her wrists and pressed them firmly against the pillow. "Stop that," he said, "or I'll tie you down."
He meant it as a joke, but she inhaled sharply, her pupils widening. "Next time," she promised, her voice gone dark and husky, and it was all he could to keep control.
"Yeah?" She'd left her wrists where he put them, so he reached down and slid two fingers into her, pressed one thumb against her clit. "What do you want this time, then?"
She stirred, and let out a faint noise that could have been a whimper. "That," she said. "Just do that."
"I can do that," he said, crooked his fingers, circled his thumb. Gail nearly arched off the bed at that, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Like that?"
Her eyes were closed, her breasts heaving, and after a moment she managed, "Yes. Like that."
He bent down, licked at her breast through her bra, then bit it gently. "I can keep doing this," he said. "I like doing this, you know? I like the faces you make. "She whimpered full-out at that, and he smiled. "The noises, too."
She laughed at that, breathlessly, and said, "Tease."
Nathan reared back and mock-glared at her-- because really, how could he be angry at her, flushed and panting beneath him? "You're calling me a tease?"
"You didn't want to move," she said, and smiled, smug and sexy and tempting all at once. "I was just getting payback."
He growled under his breath, and lunged forward.
--
Afterwards, hot and sticky, side by side on the rumpled sheets, Nathan reached over and traced a hand-shaped bruise on Gail's hip. "Sorry about this," he said.
She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand. "Don't be. I all but asked for it. In fact..." She smiled, open and sweet this time. "The only reason I didn't was because you seemed to get the message on your own."
He laughed, leaned up and kissed her, gently. "Well, I'm glad you're happy, then. You think it worked?"
She shrugged one shoulder, then snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "We'll know in a month or so. But it was good timing."
He tucked his arm around her waist, rested his hand in the small of his back. "Well, I'm not going to stop having sex with you whether you're pregnant or not."
Gail laughed, her breath puffing against his shoulder. "I should hope not."
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Very good job!
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Thank you! <33
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Thank you!
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The things Gail could do with her lips and teeth and tongue did not bear thinking about anywhere he couldn't jump her.
Was adorable and, you know what? I really like the sexual dynamic between these two. They play off one another nicely and they're very cute ^^.
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Thank you so much! I always look forward to your comments.