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Iceberg and Zing
Author: Kelly
Color: Iceberg 5. Holidays; Zing 10. bring a friend, if you have one
Styles and Supplies: Seed Beads; Chalk; Novelty Beads ("Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes." – The Merchant of Venice, IV.i (birthday prompt fromshadowsong26); Glitter (flame)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 947
Story: Polyfaceted (Index ~ Timeline); the title of this piece is "Ibiza".
Notes: Takes place in mid-June of 2002 in canon. Written for Sex Is Not The Enemy (this very NSFW prompt). I’m catching up, Kat! Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
Summary: Augusto has taken Elisa and Violetta on vacation to Ibiza. A storm hits while they’re on the way back to their villa one night.
The storm had started to move in just before they left the club; when they got outside, Elisa commented, “It’s gotten cool.”
It had; Augusto guessed it had dropped at least three degrees Celsius since they left the villa. “We could light the fire when we get back,” he suggested.
“Let’s put down a blanket and lie down in front of it,” Violetta said. “Preferably without clothes.”
He laughed and kissed her. “We will put down a blanket first.”
She smiled brilliantly and grasped his hand. “I love this vacation.”
“Thank you for it,” Elisa agreed. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Have we shown you how much we appreciate it?”
“You could show me again,” he said, smiling. “To make sure I know.”
“We have three more days of proving it,” she mused. “I think we can manage that.”
“Speaking of gratitude, and not to completely kill the mood,” Violetta put in, “we need to buy Johnny something for watching the kids.”
“We have time.” Augusto squeezed her hand. “We will find something.”
“Or we could introduce him to someone,” Elisa said with false innocence.
He glanced over at her as he took her hand too. “Do you know someone?”
She shrugged. “Probably. I need to make sure he’s single still.”
“I was thinking something a little less animate,” Violetta said. “Though if you want to do that in addition, I’ll encourage you.”
“He will appreciate it.” Augusto considered that, then amended, “Probably.”
Elisa laughed. “The guy’s cute. I think he’ll like him. Anyway, we can get wine or something for him. We could go shopping tomorrow if it’s still bad out.”
“Whatever you would both like to do,” he agreed, “but tonight, the fire.”
“Rain,” Violetta said. “I felt a drop on my face.” A second later, “Okay, a lot of rain. Let’s hurry.”
And the skies opened.
Elisa and Violetta stopped just long enough to take off their shoes, then started to run. Augusto kept to their pace all the way to the villa. They were, he had to admit, in better shape than he, but since neither of them had pockets or their purses, he was the only one with a key.
By the time they got inside, they were soaked to the skin and shivering. Elisa took Violetta’s shoes and put both pairs away while Violetta peeled off her dress. They all stripped down to nothing by the door, rather than walking around in anything wet.
Elisa touched her hair and grimaced. “I have to wring myself out.”
“You do that, I’ll take the clothes to the washer, and Augusto, you get the blanket?” Violetta suggested, already bending to gather the clothes.
“I’ll bring you a towel,” Elisa told her.
They split up, and Augusto was first back to the living room. He spread the blanket—really a duvet from one of the other bedrooms—across the floor and turned on the gas fireplace. Violetta joined him a moment later, sitting on her feet by the fire.
“It might dry my hair,” she explained.
He leaned over to kiss her. “I think that Elisa will help.”
“Heat never hurts.” She ran her hand up his arm. “There’s only one part of me I want dripping tonight.”
That was enough to start getting him hard. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again, a bit more urgently.
“Are you starting without me?” Elisa asked. She sounded amused, and her expression showed that too when Augusto looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, passing the towel in her hand to Violetta. “Here, love.”
“We would never start without you when it’s all of us,” Augusto assured her. He turned to kiss her, cupping her cheek. When her hair brushed the backs of his fingers, it still felt damp, but no longer soaked.
She smiled when they parted. “Good. I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Much better,” Violetta said behind him. He glanced at her, and she clarified, “My hair.”
“It’s sticking up,” Elisa said, a smile in her voice.
“It’ll calm down,” Violetta said. “Or there’s product for tomorrow. Do either of you really care? I’m naked, isn’t that enough?”
“Absolutely,” Augusto said at the same time as Elisa’s, “More than enough.”
Violetta laughed. “I thought so.”
Augusto turned and lay down, pillowing his head on her thighs. He lifted a hand to smooth down her hair, and she smiled down at him.
“I need to move, lift your head.”
He obliged, and she shifted her weight to one leg, uncurling the other and bending her knee up, stretching her leg a bit. The other, she moved in a way he couldn’t see, and when she tugged his head back down, he rested on her calf, against her thigh. She hooked her hands together under his chin and managed to bend to kiss him without moving more than her back and head.
Elisa also lay down, pressed against his side with one knee over his leg and her head on his shoulder; he wrapped his arm around her back. “There are more efficient ways to warm up,” she said with a laugh in her voice. She reached up over Violetta’s knee to stroke her thigh, curling her other hand around Augusto’s cock.
Violetta finished straightening and smiled. “That’s true, there are. And we’re in a great position for it.”
“Soon,” he said. He stroked Elisa’s arm. “But for now, I think we are all comfortable.”
Elisa pressed a kiss to his chest. Violetta stroked her thumb over his chin. And for another few minutes, they stayed like that, warming in front of the fire with each other.
Color: Iceberg 5. Holidays; Zing 10. bring a friend, if you have one
Styles and Supplies: Seed Beads; Chalk; Novelty Beads ("Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes." – The Merchant of Venice, IV.i (birthday prompt from
shadowsong26); Glitter (flame)Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 947
Story: Polyfaceted (Index ~ Timeline); the title of this piece is "Ibiza".
Notes: Takes place in mid-June of 2002 in canon. Written for Sex Is Not The Enemy (this very NSFW prompt). I’m catching up, Kat! Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
Summary: Augusto has taken Elisa and Violetta on vacation to Ibiza. A storm hits while they’re on the way back to their villa one night.
The storm had started to move in just before they left the club; when they got outside, Elisa commented, “It’s gotten cool.”
It had; Augusto guessed it had dropped at least three degrees Celsius since they left the villa. “We could light the fire when we get back,” he suggested.
“Let’s put down a blanket and lie down in front of it,” Violetta said. “Preferably without clothes.”
He laughed and kissed her. “We will put down a blanket first.”
She smiled brilliantly and grasped his hand. “I love this vacation.”
“Thank you for it,” Elisa agreed. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Have we shown you how much we appreciate it?”
“You could show me again,” he said, smiling. “To make sure I know.”
“We have three more days of proving it,” she mused. “I think we can manage that.”
“Speaking of gratitude, and not to completely kill the mood,” Violetta put in, “we need to buy Johnny something for watching the kids.”
“We have time.” Augusto squeezed her hand. “We will find something.”
“Or we could introduce him to someone,” Elisa said with false innocence.
He glanced over at her as he took her hand too. “Do you know someone?”
She shrugged. “Probably. I need to make sure he’s single still.”
“I was thinking something a little less animate,” Violetta said. “Though if you want to do that in addition, I’ll encourage you.”
“He will appreciate it.” Augusto considered that, then amended, “Probably.”
Elisa laughed. “The guy’s cute. I think he’ll like him. Anyway, we can get wine or something for him. We could go shopping tomorrow if it’s still bad out.”
“Whatever you would both like to do,” he agreed, “but tonight, the fire.”
“Rain,” Violetta said. “I felt a drop on my face.” A second later, “Okay, a lot of rain. Let’s hurry.”
And the skies opened.
Elisa and Violetta stopped just long enough to take off their shoes, then started to run. Augusto kept to their pace all the way to the villa. They were, he had to admit, in better shape than he, but since neither of them had pockets or their purses, he was the only one with a key.
By the time they got inside, they were soaked to the skin and shivering. Elisa took Violetta’s shoes and put both pairs away while Violetta peeled off her dress. They all stripped down to nothing by the door, rather than walking around in anything wet.
Elisa touched her hair and grimaced. “I have to wring myself out.”
“You do that, I’ll take the clothes to the washer, and Augusto, you get the blanket?” Violetta suggested, already bending to gather the clothes.
“I’ll bring you a towel,” Elisa told her.
They split up, and Augusto was first back to the living room. He spread the blanket—really a duvet from one of the other bedrooms—across the floor and turned on the gas fireplace. Violetta joined him a moment later, sitting on her feet by the fire.
“It might dry my hair,” she explained.
He leaned over to kiss her. “I think that Elisa will help.”
“Heat never hurts.” She ran her hand up his arm. “There’s only one part of me I want dripping tonight.”
That was enough to start getting him hard. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again, a bit more urgently.
“Are you starting without me?” Elisa asked. She sounded amused, and her expression showed that too when Augusto looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, passing the towel in her hand to Violetta. “Here, love.”
“We would never start without you when it’s all of us,” Augusto assured her. He turned to kiss her, cupping her cheek. When her hair brushed the backs of his fingers, it still felt damp, but no longer soaked.
She smiled when they parted. “Good. I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Much better,” Violetta said behind him. He glanced at her, and she clarified, “My hair.”
“It’s sticking up,” Elisa said, a smile in her voice.
“It’ll calm down,” Violetta said. “Or there’s product for tomorrow. Do either of you really care? I’m naked, isn’t that enough?”
“Absolutely,” Augusto said at the same time as Elisa’s, “More than enough.”
Violetta laughed. “I thought so.”
Augusto turned and lay down, pillowing his head on her thighs. He lifted a hand to smooth down her hair, and she smiled down at him.
“I need to move, lift your head.”
He obliged, and she shifted her weight to one leg, uncurling the other and bending her knee up, stretching her leg a bit. The other, she moved in a way he couldn’t see, and when she tugged his head back down, he rested on her calf, against her thigh. She hooked her hands together under his chin and managed to bend to kiss him without moving more than her back and head.
Elisa also lay down, pressed against his side with one knee over his leg and her head on his shoulder; he wrapped his arm around her back. “There are more efficient ways to warm up,” she said with a laugh in her voice. She reached up over Violetta’s knee to stroke her thigh, curling her other hand around Augusto’s cock.
Violetta finished straightening and smiled. “That’s true, there are. And we’re in a great position for it.”
“Soon,” he said. He stroked Elisa’s arm. “But for now, I think we are all comfortable.”
Elisa pressed a kiss to his chest. Violetta stroked her thumb over his chin. And for another few minutes, they stayed like that, warming in front of the fire with each other.