Post by greenie on Sept 11, 2009 23:00:12 GMT 10
Title: Distraction
Rating: R
Summary: This is a sequel to the Cougar I wrote for PPF, it's set about a week later. Written for Verasque.
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“Liam, concentrate,” she snapped. “This is sloppy.”
He shrugged. “I can’t help it. You’re distracting me.”
“I’m fencing with you! I hope you’d do far better fencing with an enemy, or you’d be dead several times over by now.” She gave an irritated snort. “What a waste of all the effort that people have put in to train you.”
He gave her a cheeky grin, his eyes travelling down her body and back up again to her face. “I’ve been especially enjoying your ‘efforts’ lately.”
Alanna could feel herself blushing. “Look, just concentrate on your sword.”
“Believe me, I am,” his smug grin broadened as she glared at him.
“I don’t waste my time with silly little boys who can’t keep their mind off one particular topic,” she replied loftily.
“I’m a man, I’m not silly, and nothing about me is little,” he insisted.
“There you go again! I’ll rephrase it then: only men who can prove they’re good fighters are allowed to share my bed. Are we clear?”
He blinked at her. “You’re threatening to withhold sex?”
“If that’s what it takes, then yes.”
He spluttered incoherently for several moments, before announcing “You’re punishing yourself just as much as me. You like sleeping with me just as much as I do.”
The Lioness just laughed. “Keep telling yourself that if you want. I’m married, and this is just a bit of fun because my husband isn’t here to have fun with. You, on the other hand, are a seventeen year old boy, you have no other women around who you could possibly charm into bed with you, and you’re exactly like your father.”
“See? You said it yourself. I’m exactly like my father, who is both a good fighter, and bedded you for a good chunk of time.” He raised his sword and grinned at her. “Let’s get this over and done with, and then we can do something more interesting.”
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“I want to go on top this time.”
She had already shoved him on his back and straddled him, and was now in the process of removing his shirt. “I like being on top.”
“So do I. Why do you get to?”
“Because I say so.”
“Alanna,” he complained.
“Liam,” she mimicked.
“Ha ha, very funny.” He scowled. “I am a prince, you know.”
“Is that a threat?”
His only reply was to raise his eyebrows.
“Your father tried that tactic once too,” she told him, and gave him a solid cuff around the head. “He had an empty bed for a week.”
“And then he charmed you right back in again.” He grinned, his blue Conte eyes flashing with laughter. “Alright, how about I won’t complain if you promise to remember my name this time. Let’s go over it before we begin. What is it?”
She rolled her eyes, trying to fight down her blush. “Liam.”
“Exactly. You wouldn’t think it was that hard to remember, especially considering I’m named after another man you’ve slept with.” His hands slid up the sides of her hips. “I’m Liam. Not George. And certainly not ‘Jon’.”
Alanna knew full well that her face was burning. “It’s not my fault that you take so much after your father.” He just lay there, smirking up at the blush on her face. She glared at him, and then grinned to herself as she thought of a much better way to distract him than by arguing.
She removed her shirt.
Rating: R
Summary: This is a sequel to the Cougar I wrote for PPF, it's set about a week later. Written for Verasque.
.............................................................
“Liam, concentrate,” she snapped. “This is sloppy.”
He shrugged. “I can’t help it. You’re distracting me.”
“I’m fencing with you! I hope you’d do far better fencing with an enemy, or you’d be dead several times over by now.” She gave an irritated snort. “What a waste of all the effort that people have put in to train you.”
He gave her a cheeky grin, his eyes travelling down her body and back up again to her face. “I’ve been especially enjoying your ‘efforts’ lately.”
Alanna could feel herself blushing. “Look, just concentrate on your sword.”
“Believe me, I am,” his smug grin broadened as she glared at him.
“I don’t waste my time with silly little boys who can’t keep their mind off one particular topic,” she replied loftily.
“I’m a man, I’m not silly, and nothing about me is little,” he insisted.
“There you go again! I’ll rephrase it then: only men who can prove they’re good fighters are allowed to share my bed. Are we clear?”
He blinked at her. “You’re threatening to withhold sex?”
“If that’s what it takes, then yes.”
He spluttered incoherently for several moments, before announcing “You’re punishing yourself just as much as me. You like sleeping with me just as much as I do.”
The Lioness just laughed. “Keep telling yourself that if you want. I’m married, and this is just a bit of fun because my husband isn’t here to have fun with. You, on the other hand, are a seventeen year old boy, you have no other women around who you could possibly charm into bed with you, and you’re exactly like your father.”
“See? You said it yourself. I’m exactly like my father, who is both a good fighter, and bedded you for a good chunk of time.” He raised his sword and grinned at her. “Let’s get this over and done with, and then we can do something more interesting.”
……………………………………………………………………………………………………..
“I want to go on top this time.”
She had already shoved him on his back and straddled him, and was now in the process of removing his shirt. “I like being on top.”
“So do I. Why do you get to?”
“Because I say so.”
“Alanna,” he complained.
“Liam,” she mimicked.
“Ha ha, very funny.” He scowled. “I am a prince, you know.”
“Is that a threat?”
His only reply was to raise his eyebrows.
“Your father tried that tactic once too,” she told him, and gave him a solid cuff around the head. “He had an empty bed for a week.”
“And then he charmed you right back in again.” He grinned, his blue Conte eyes flashing with laughter. “Alright, how about I won’t complain if you promise to remember my name this time. Let’s go over it before we begin. What is it?”
She rolled her eyes, trying to fight down her blush. “Liam.”
“Exactly. You wouldn’t think it was that hard to remember, especially considering I’m named after another man you’ve slept with.” His hands slid up the sides of her hips. “I’m Liam. Not George. And certainly not ‘Jon’.”
Alanna knew full well that her face was burning. “It’s not my fault that you take so much after your father.” He just lay there, smirking up at the blush on her face. She glared at him, and then grinned to herself as she thought of a much better way to distract him than by arguing.
She removed her shirt.