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rainbowfic2014-09-25 05:46 pm
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Daffodil 5 - Lawn Green 11 - Ivory Lace 6 - Bichromatic - Glitter
Name: Kana
Title: Picnic
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya - Nick
Colors: Daffodil 5. Flowers – Lawn Green 11. summer job – Ivory lace 6. Public exposure/Exhibition
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic – Glitter (You can't just jump to the end. The journey's the best part." – Cobie Smulders as Robin Scherbatsky in How I Met Your Mother)
Word count: 1671
Rating: R
Summary: Freya and Nick have a picnic in the park
Warnings: Sex in the park.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Can I have a color tag for Ivory Lace please.
She smiles when she sees him sitting on the grass field. His back towards her, he hasn’t heard her arriving yet. Biting her lip she steps off her bike, walking up to her boyfriend, covering his eyes with her hands, kissing his neck.
“Hey stranger.”
His comment makes her chuckle. Gently he takes her hands away from his eyes, turns his head, looking at her, before kissing her lips.
Winking at him she sets herself down on the grass next to him.
“A picnic. That’s a great idea. The weather is perfect for it.”
Nodding he offers her a glass. Fruit juice.
“Yeah, and you shouldn’t be stuck inside your apartment with this sunny weather.”
It’s but a small reprimand and she pulls up her shoulders in response.
“So, what time do you have to start working?”
He takes a look at his watch. “At three. So we still have nearly three hours…”
A pleasantly surprised look crosses her face. “Perfect. That means we can take out time. Are you hungry?”
She fails to notice the look of desire in his eyes when he nods. “Oh yeah.”
Smiling she takes the French bread, offering him a piece, shivers a little when he holds her hand a little longer than necessary when taking it. His thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. Looking in his eyes, she smiles at him, inches closer so she can kiss his lips again. She loves kissing him.
-
She puts the last of the picnic back in the basket. Almost all the food has been eaten, incredible how Nick managed to bring just enough and not loads too much, as she would have done.
“It was delicious!”
His hands on her sides and she closes her eyes in delight. Starts laughing when his fingers suddenly begin to tickle her. “Nick, don’t. Please, don’t…”
The laughter keeps on coming and she wriggles to try and evade his tickling attack. To no use, of course.
“Why not? You’re laughing.”
She turns in his arms, tries to swat away his hands, but he doesn’t give up.
His head next to hers when she finally manages to hold his hands still. She’s still giggling, trying to recover, and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. She can feel his breath ghosting in her neck, feels how close his lips are to her skin. “I like it when you laugh…”
She all but freezes in his embrace when she hears the soft whisper. His voice thick with love.
Shaking her head once she returns his hug, burying her face against his shoulder, smiles. She’s happy. He makes her happy. So incredibly happy. She loves him so much.
Carefully she inches away a little. Sees the look in his eyes, just a flash, but she saw. Smiling reassuringly she brings up her hands, cupping his cheeks. Slowly, ever so slowly, eyes locked on his, she leans in towards him. Sees the look in his eyes change again, sees the smile reappear on his lips. She stops an inch before her lips touch him. As if she’s insecure. As if she wants to give him the chance to back away if he doesn’t want this. But she is just teasing, just flirting. And she knows he likes it.
Gently she kisses him, holds his face in her hands. Not letting go. She presses her chest against his and she feels how he tightens his hold around her again.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she pulls away.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she kisses his forehead.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she kisses his cheeks.
“I love you.”
He chuckles when he catches her lips again, deepening the kiss while his hand moves up to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. He smiles when he swallows her moan.
“I want you…” A soft whisper in her ear while his free hand strokes her back. And he can feel her shiver under his touch.
“Oh gosh… I want you too…”
His eyes widen a little when he hears the lust and want and need in her voice. She lets her hands roam over his body: his back, his sides, his upper legs, his chest. Fingers grazing his nipples and he gasps softly, eyes turning big and dark.
Biting her lip she stands up, holds out her hand for him. There is a questioning look on his face when he takes her hand and stands up as well. She just smiles and walks over to her bike, making sure it is locked together with his, before she walks away, his hand still in hers. Of course he follows, but not without taking the picnic basket with him. Typically him to remember it when she would have left it there. They walk a little further into the park. “Freya… Wh…”
His eyes widen when he sees where she has led him. There is a place in the park, few people know off. A small open spot between the trees. A flower field. Smiling she takes the basket out of his hand, takes out the blanket and lays it down. Her eyes a little downcast, she sets herself down on it, tapping the spot next to her with her hand, silently asking him to set himself beside her. He does so immediately.
He sees how he bites her lips, just for a second, before she turns a little, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Passionately and fiercely and… He loses himself in that kiss. Loses himself so deeply that he doesn’t notice how she unbuttons his shirt and pants. Not until she lets her fingers caress his naked chest. A soft grasp when she brushes over a nipple. A soft moan when she moves lower and touches him through his boxer short.
“Oh, Freya...”
She smiles when she hears the tone of his voice. So full of lust and want.
Once more she bites her lip when she looks at him. When she sees him sitting there like that. Half naked in front of her, in the park.
Gently he place a hand on her hips, carefully tugging. Smiling she crawls closer, tilts up her skirt and sets herself on his lap. He moans when he feels her so close against him.
Nick closes his eyes when she starts kissing his neck, feels how her hand moves lower again, into his shorts, and how it takes a hold of his erection. Groaning he gently squeezes her buttocks before he moves his hand under her skirt, tugging at her own underwear.
His mouth is placing kisses all over her chest, biting her breast and her nipples through the fabric of her T-shirt. It makes her gasp as well.
For a second she stands up, making him almost pout, but then he sees how she gets rid of her panties and how she sets herself back on his lap. Her mouth on his and tongues meet and battle. While her hand takes his erection completely out of his boxers. In one swift movement she lets it enter her. They moan in each other’s mouth, the kiss completely forgotten for the moment when she takes a hold of his shoulders to steady herself. And then she starts moving. Their eyes are closed and Nick is keeping a firm grip on her buttocks, guiding her movements.
“Gosh darling, I’m way too turned up. I’m not going to last much longer I’m afraid.”
It makes him chuckle softly while he picks up speed. True to her word Freya wordlessly comes a couple of minutes later. Without giving her time to recover he flips them over so she is lying on her back on the blanket. Hovering above her his eyes ask permission. The kiss she gives him is all the answer he needs.
Slowly he enters her again. Moaning she closes her eyes, her entire body urging him on. She’s still horny. She wants to come again. With him inside her. She wants to come with him. She wants to feel him come inside her.
And she whispers these words in his ear, turning him on even further. Gradually he starts picking up speed, even though he knows he isn’t going to last long that way either.
Smiling she recognizes the face he makes. He is close. So very close.
“Come for me darling. Come with me.”
Her words pull him over the edge and they come, almost together, trying to stifle their moans.
Tired he lays himself down next to her. His head resting on her shoulder.
“Wow.”
She grins, also tired, he made her see stars.
“That was… Exiting.”
Chuckling softly she nods.
“Scared someone would walk in on us?”
Turning his head a little so he can look in her eyes. “Scared is a big word, but yes, it was part of the thrill.”
Gently she kisses him and looks at her watch.
“Well, we do have a perfect timing. You still have half an hour to get ready for your work.”
Groaning he hugs her again, burying his face between her breasts. “I don’t want to. I want to stay with you. I want to hug you and cuddle you and kiss you and make more love to you.”
Laughing softly she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
“Then pass by after your work and stay the night.”
He looks up again, almost in surprise. “Seriously? It’s going to be late…”
Smiling she pulls up her shoulder. “I have a volley game at 21h30. You really think I’ll be home early?”
Playfully he sticks out his tongue before he slowly starts to get himself ready.
She’s still lying on the blanket when he is ready to leave and he holds out his hand to her. Of course she takes it, letting him pull her on her feet.
“See you this evening darling.”
Nodding she winks. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Title: Picnic
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya - Nick
Colors: Daffodil 5. Flowers – Lawn Green 11. summer job – Ivory lace 6. Public exposure/Exhibition
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic – Glitter (You can't just jump to the end. The journey's the best part." – Cobie Smulders as Robin Scherbatsky in How I Met Your Mother)
Word count: 1671
Rating: R
Summary: Freya and Nick have a picnic in the park
Warnings: Sex in the park.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Can I have a color tag for Ivory Lace please.
She smiles when she sees him sitting on the grass field. His back towards her, he hasn’t heard her arriving yet. Biting her lip she steps off her bike, walking up to her boyfriend, covering his eyes with her hands, kissing his neck.
“Hey stranger.”
His comment makes her chuckle. Gently he takes her hands away from his eyes, turns his head, looking at her, before kissing her lips.
Winking at him she sets herself down on the grass next to him.
“A picnic. That’s a great idea. The weather is perfect for it.”
Nodding he offers her a glass. Fruit juice.
“Yeah, and you shouldn’t be stuck inside your apartment with this sunny weather.”
It’s but a small reprimand and she pulls up her shoulders in response.
“So, what time do you have to start working?”
He takes a look at his watch. “At three. So we still have nearly three hours…”
A pleasantly surprised look crosses her face. “Perfect. That means we can take out time. Are you hungry?”
She fails to notice the look of desire in his eyes when he nods. “Oh yeah.”
Smiling she takes the French bread, offering him a piece, shivers a little when he holds her hand a little longer than necessary when taking it. His thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. Looking in his eyes, she smiles at him, inches closer so she can kiss his lips again. She loves kissing him.
-
She puts the last of the picnic back in the basket. Almost all the food has been eaten, incredible how Nick managed to bring just enough and not loads too much, as she would have done.
“It was delicious!”
His hands on her sides and she closes her eyes in delight. Starts laughing when his fingers suddenly begin to tickle her. “Nick, don’t. Please, don’t…”
The laughter keeps on coming and she wriggles to try and evade his tickling attack. To no use, of course.
“Why not? You’re laughing.”
She turns in his arms, tries to swat away his hands, but he doesn’t give up.
His head next to hers when she finally manages to hold his hands still. She’s still giggling, trying to recover, and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. She can feel his breath ghosting in her neck, feels how close his lips are to her skin. “I like it when you laugh…”
She all but freezes in his embrace when she hears the soft whisper. His voice thick with love.
Shaking her head once she returns his hug, burying her face against his shoulder, smiles. She’s happy. He makes her happy. So incredibly happy. She loves him so much.
Carefully she inches away a little. Sees the look in his eyes, just a flash, but she saw. Smiling reassuringly she brings up her hands, cupping his cheeks. Slowly, ever so slowly, eyes locked on his, she leans in towards him. Sees the look in his eyes change again, sees the smile reappear on his lips. She stops an inch before her lips touch him. As if she’s insecure. As if she wants to give him the chance to back away if he doesn’t want this. But she is just teasing, just flirting. And she knows he likes it.
Gently she kisses him, holds his face in her hands. Not letting go. She presses her chest against his and she feels how he tightens his hold around her again.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she pulls away.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she kisses his forehead.
“I love you.” A soft whisper when she kisses his cheeks.
“I love you.”
He chuckles when he catches her lips again, deepening the kiss while his hand moves up to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. He smiles when he swallows her moan.
“I want you…” A soft whisper in her ear while his free hand strokes her back. And he can feel her shiver under his touch.
“Oh gosh… I want you too…”
His eyes widen a little when he hears the lust and want and need in her voice. She lets her hands roam over his body: his back, his sides, his upper legs, his chest. Fingers grazing his nipples and he gasps softly, eyes turning big and dark.
Biting her lip she stands up, holds out her hand for him. There is a questioning look on his face when he takes her hand and stands up as well. She just smiles and walks over to her bike, making sure it is locked together with his, before she walks away, his hand still in hers. Of course he follows, but not without taking the picnic basket with him. Typically him to remember it when she would have left it there. They walk a little further into the park. “Freya… Wh…”
His eyes widen when he sees where she has led him. There is a place in the park, few people know off. A small open spot between the trees. A flower field. Smiling she takes the basket out of his hand, takes out the blanket and lays it down. Her eyes a little downcast, she sets herself down on it, tapping the spot next to her with her hand, silently asking him to set himself beside her. He does so immediately.
He sees how he bites her lips, just for a second, before she turns a little, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Passionately and fiercely and… He loses himself in that kiss. Loses himself so deeply that he doesn’t notice how she unbuttons his shirt and pants. Not until she lets her fingers caress his naked chest. A soft grasp when she brushes over a nipple. A soft moan when she moves lower and touches him through his boxer short.
“Oh, Freya...”
She smiles when she hears the tone of his voice. So full of lust and want.
Once more she bites her lip when she looks at him. When she sees him sitting there like that. Half naked in front of her, in the park.
Gently he place a hand on her hips, carefully tugging. Smiling she crawls closer, tilts up her skirt and sets herself on his lap. He moans when he feels her so close against him.
Nick closes his eyes when she starts kissing his neck, feels how her hand moves lower again, into his shorts, and how it takes a hold of his erection. Groaning he gently squeezes her buttocks before he moves his hand under her skirt, tugging at her own underwear.
His mouth is placing kisses all over her chest, biting her breast and her nipples through the fabric of her T-shirt. It makes her gasp as well.
For a second she stands up, making him almost pout, but then he sees how she gets rid of her panties and how she sets herself back on his lap. Her mouth on his and tongues meet and battle. While her hand takes his erection completely out of his boxers. In one swift movement she lets it enter her. They moan in each other’s mouth, the kiss completely forgotten for the moment when she takes a hold of his shoulders to steady herself. And then she starts moving. Their eyes are closed and Nick is keeping a firm grip on her buttocks, guiding her movements.
“Gosh darling, I’m way too turned up. I’m not going to last much longer I’m afraid.”
It makes him chuckle softly while he picks up speed. True to her word Freya wordlessly comes a couple of minutes later. Without giving her time to recover he flips them over so she is lying on her back on the blanket. Hovering above her his eyes ask permission. The kiss she gives him is all the answer he needs.
Slowly he enters her again. Moaning she closes her eyes, her entire body urging him on. She’s still horny. She wants to come again. With him inside her. She wants to come with him. She wants to feel him come inside her.
And she whispers these words in his ear, turning him on even further. Gradually he starts picking up speed, even though he knows he isn’t going to last long that way either.
Smiling she recognizes the face he makes. He is close. So very close.
“Come for me darling. Come with me.”
Her words pull him over the edge and they come, almost together, trying to stifle their moans.
Tired he lays himself down next to her. His head resting on her shoulder.
“Wow.”
She grins, also tired, he made her see stars.
“That was… Exiting.”
Chuckling softly she nods.
“Scared someone would walk in on us?”
Turning his head a little so he can look in her eyes. “Scared is a big word, but yes, it was part of the thrill.”
Gently she kisses him and looks at her watch.
“Well, we do have a perfect timing. You still have half an hour to get ready for your work.”
Groaning he hugs her again, burying his face between her breasts. “I don’t want to. I want to stay with you. I want to hug you and cuddle you and kiss you and make more love to you.”
Laughing softly she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
“Then pass by after your work and stay the night.”
He looks up again, almost in surprise. “Seriously? It’s going to be late…”
Smiling she pulls up her shoulder. “I have a volley game at 21h30. You really think I’ll be home early?”
Playfully he sticks out his tongue before he slowly starts to get himself ready.
She’s still lying on the blanket when he is ready to leave and he holds out his hand to her. Of course she takes it, letting him pull her on her feet.
“See you this evening darling.”
Nodding she winks. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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Yes! It does makes a picknick much more daring ^____^
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... I'd be terrified... :p